Post by hope on Jul 4, 2011 19:16:20 GMT -5
hope selina carrow
twenty , hufflepuff , junior , heather morris, canon
name:
hope selina carrow
nicknames:
hopeless, carrow
age:
twenty
house:
hufflepuff
occupation:
none
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
10 1/2 inches, unicorn hair, rosewood
relationship status:
single
hope selina carrow
nicknames:
hopeless, carrow
age:
twenty
house:
hufflepuff
occupation:
none
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
10 1/2 inches, unicorn hair, rosewood
relationship status:
single
play-by:
heather morris
hair color:
blonde
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
"I'd have to say my blue eyes and blonde hair. Now they aren't all that impressive but with the paler colors I wear they make the odd shade of blue that my eyes are and blonde hair stick out like a sore thumb."
style:
“my style? i guess I wear mostly dressy clothing. old habits die hard it seems. you can find me in a multitude of different things, mostly dresses though. these dresses are usually duller colors, not that they describe me they just seem to fit. As for my hair, it just depends on the day. somedays I’ll pull it up, other’s I’m just too lazy to be bothered to do anything with it. shoes, i won’t lie, i love high heels. Though for days when I’m just lounging around, sneakers do just as good, plus high heels do hurt your feet.”
heather morris
hair color:
blonde
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
"I'd have to say my blue eyes and blonde hair. Now they aren't all that impressive but with the paler colors I wear they make the odd shade of blue that my eyes are and blonde hair stick out like a sore thumb."
style:
“my style? i guess I wear mostly dressy clothing. old habits die hard it seems. you can find me in a multitude of different things, mostly dresses though. these dresses are usually duller colors, not that they describe me they just seem to fit. As for my hair, it just depends on the day. somedays I’ll pull it up, other’s I’m just too lazy to be bothered to do anything with it. shoes, i won’t lie, i love high heels. Though for days when I’m just lounging around, sneakers do just as good, plus high heels do hurt your feet.”
likes:
children, reading, her family, being a hufflepuff, helping people, the outdoors, music, respect
dislikes:
her temper, keeping secrets, people who don't respect others, silence
strengths:
patient, trusting, kind, reliable
weaknesses:
her temper,brent d'eath, anything to do with sickness, self conscious
fears:
dying, hurting someone, being alone
dreams:
To have a family
secrets:
"ever since my first years at hogwarts I've been in love with my best friend, brent d'eath, though i've never told him or another living soul. i don't want to ruin our friendship"
personality:
self-concious
hope is self-conscious about herself. ever since the time she was little, she always saw herself as less than everyone else. later in her adolescence, when she would see other girls at hogwarts she always felt inferior to them. She wears the dressy clothing that she does to make herself feel a bit better about herself, even though she enjoys wearing it she can’t help but think that someone else would look better in it. through her career at hogwarts, she was always afraid of her marks when they came up. she did well, but she knew her siblings would have done better than her, or she would get herself in the mindset that she couldn’t possibly do better than her brothers and that itself would have an effect on her grades. she would never admit to it, but she has never thought she was good enough for anything. Her self-consciousness causes her to be afraid to be alone, so she needs to be with people, even though she is conscious.
kind
hope is a nice person. ever heard of kill them with kindness? that's basically hope most of the time, though she is truely sincere. she’s more of the type that gives more than takes. she hates to burden people with her own problems, so instead she will take on other people’s burdens. she will gladly listen to your problems and is very accepting for the most part. Now what comes along with this is that hope is quite gullible. With her almost over kill of kindness, she lets down her guard or at least attempts too. She’ll be there any time she can be for you, no matter what the circumstances. whether you need to talk about a recent break-up, or forgot to do a big term paper, hope will help you out to the fullest extent she can.this kindness also makes her soft-hearted, especially towards children and the idea of love. more than anything she wants to have a family.
laid back
hope has never been one to get involved in too many things. in fact, she’s never even had a boyfriend. she’s not all that shy, but she isn’t one to join clubs or organizations, except for quidditch. partially this is because of her self-consciousness but the majority of it comes from just enjoying simplicity of things. she spends her free time listening to music, and reading. Though she does enjoy playing quidditch when she gets the chance.
temper
as nice as hope is, she’s over protective of the people she cares about, which causes her to have quite the temper. if you ever hurt one of hope’s family members or friends, she won’t hesitate to lash out in anger. other things that anger her is if you insult vampires as a species, as she finds them fascinating, and considering her best friend is half vampire, that hits hard to home. Also, any stereotyping about purebloods is a big no no to hope, well any stereotyping to her is wrong, though she knows that sometimes those stereotypes are true. though most of her anger is exhibited through words, she will occasionally slap someone. but nothing more.
children, reading, her family, being a hufflepuff, helping people, the outdoors, music, respect
dislikes:
her temper, keeping secrets, people who don't respect others, silence
strengths:
patient, trusting, kind, reliable
weaknesses:
her temper,brent d'eath, anything to do with sickness, self conscious
fears:
dying, hurting someone, being alone
dreams:
To have a family
secrets:
"ever since my first years at hogwarts I've been in love with my best friend, brent d'eath, though i've never told him or another living soul. i don't want to ruin our friendship"
personality:
self-concious
hope is self-conscious about herself. ever since the time she was little, she always saw herself as less than everyone else. later in her adolescence, when she would see other girls at hogwarts she always felt inferior to them. She wears the dressy clothing that she does to make herself feel a bit better about herself, even though she enjoys wearing it she can’t help but think that someone else would look better in it. through her career at hogwarts, she was always afraid of her marks when they came up. she did well, but she knew her siblings would have done better than her, or she would get herself in the mindset that she couldn’t possibly do better than her brothers and that itself would have an effect on her grades. she would never admit to it, but she has never thought she was good enough for anything. Her self-consciousness causes her to be afraid to be alone, so she needs to be with people, even though she is conscious.
kind
hope is a nice person. ever heard of kill them with kindness? that's basically hope most of the time, though she is truely sincere. she’s more of the type that gives more than takes. she hates to burden people with her own problems, so instead she will take on other people’s burdens. she will gladly listen to your problems and is very accepting for the most part. Now what comes along with this is that hope is quite gullible. With her almost over kill of kindness, she lets down her guard or at least attempts too. She’ll be there any time she can be for you, no matter what the circumstances. whether you need to talk about a recent break-up, or forgot to do a big term paper, hope will help you out to the fullest extent she can.this kindness also makes her soft-hearted, especially towards children and the idea of love. more than anything she wants to have a family.
laid back
hope has never been one to get involved in too many things. in fact, she’s never even had a boyfriend. she’s not all that shy, but she isn’t one to join clubs or organizations, except for quidditch. partially this is because of her self-consciousness but the majority of it comes from just enjoying simplicity of things. she spends her free time listening to music, and reading. Though she does enjoy playing quidditch when she gets the chance.
temper
as nice as hope is, she’s over protective of the people she cares about, which causes her to have quite the temper. if you ever hurt one of hope’s family members or friends, she won’t hesitate to lash out in anger. other things that anger her is if you insult vampires as a species, as she finds them fascinating, and considering her best friend is half vampire, that hits hard to home. Also, any stereotyping about purebloods is a big no no to hope, well any stereotyping to her is wrong, though she knows that sometimes those stereotypes are true. though most of her anger is exhibited through words, she will occasionally slap someone. but nothing more.
parents:
robert carrow and taylor flynn
siblings:
______ ______ carrow , twenty-one , senior
______ ______ carrow , eighteen , freshman
others:
brent d'eath
history:
“ok, so I guess I should start with the beginning. Well my mother and father married each other at young ages, 19 in my mother’s case, and 21 in my father’s. my mother and father had already had a child when i came into the picture. I was born early in the morning of may fifteenth. My mother and father were delighted to have a baby girl, though more my mother than my father. not that my father wasn’t happy, it just so happened that after my brother had been born my mother and father had taken a bet on what their next child would be. my mother had said a girl, and my father had said a boy. as you can see, my mother won that particular bet. the prize of the bet was to get to name the child, and my mother named me hope selina carrow.
my childhood was a good one, i can’t complain. my mother was a socialite who loved to show off her children, especially when i was younger, her little girl. so I was often drug around to parties and such. my older brother on the other hand when i was just a baby, saw me as more of a toy, than a baby, even though he was only a year older than i was. he would always try little experiments on me like give me a chocolate frog and watch me chase the thing as fast as I could crawl, of course my brother would also be in pursuit of the chocolate frog, and he almost always won. in fact the first time I managed to stand was in pursuit of one of those little frogs. but as time went on, my brother realized that i was in fact a person! not a toy! But I could have told him that was i not incapable of saying real words, and had a clue what I was talking about. my little brother was born when i was two. i loved him almost instantly, though he was a tad bit annoying with his crying all hours of the night. who am i kidding, he was the most annoying little thing with all of his crying.but don't think i don't love him all the same, even if he was a loud baby. the next few years of my life weren't too eventful, next to the fact i lived with my grandmother and grandfather for a while. my mother, father, and brother's got ill when i was seven. my parent's sent me to live with my grandparent's until everyone was well again. i lived with my grandparents for about a month while all of my family members slowly regained their health. when i returned home, my family was back to normal, and my father was back to work as he usually was.
the next truly exciting thing happened when my brother went to hogwarts. i was incredibly jealous, i wanted to go off to the school for witches and wizards, but i could only sit back and watch as he got his wand, robes, and school books. i kept close contact with my brother with letter's, i was so fascinated and wanted to know more about this school. a year later when i received my hogwarts letter i was so excited it couldn't be put into words.
i remember when my name was called and the sorting hat was put on ym head i'd been so nervous. after a few moments of deliberation the hat sorted me into hufflepuff and i was so happy.
hogwarts was where i met my best friend oddly enough, brent d'eath. at first i found him fascinating just because he was half vampire, i mean how often is it you met one of those? but as time went on, he became my friend for more reasons than i could count. i knew him, before he knew me. though only by a few moments of course, but what does that matter? I went up to him, pulled back my sleeve and asked him to bite me. i'd never been bitten before, and i trusted him, some people say i trust to easy, but he seemed nice enough. he told me he might hurt me, but once i told him i trusted him, he bit me. as time went on, i found out i was the only person he drank blood from, and that made me feel special in a way. i was always willing to let him have some of my blood, he was my friend after all. as the years went on, he became my best friend without a doubt, and i developed a crush on him. of course, i never told him.
the first time i realized i actually loved brent was after a particularly hard break up he suffered. i’d comforted him, or at least I attempted too. i remember how i felt. I wanted to do everything in my power to make him feel better. i hated to see him like that, it hurt me a bit. but the way he came to me, well… i can’t deny i wanted something more. but I never told him, he was my best friend and I didn’t want to lose him, I can’t lose him.
During my fourth year at hogwarts i began to play quidditch, and i actually enjoyed it very much. i didn’t’ have a big position like seeker or anything, i was a beater but i enjoyed it. i played through my sixth year, whenever i was knocked off my broomstick when i collided with a bludger, which hit my right leg. when i fell a broke my leg in two places. i was sent to the hospital wing and healed quickly, but because the odd angle that my leg had broken, i suffer a slight limp but not to many other ill effects. needless to say i never played Quidditch again during my time at hogwarts, but not because i couldn’t play, I could, just not as good as i once had, i finished out the rest of the season, but I choose not to play my seventh year.
when it came time to decide if I wanted to attend the university, i was a bit hesitant. my brother had already started to attend, and I could tell my mother and father expected me to do the same. It was a hard choice, but after some deliberation I decided to attend the university. i still am close with brent, not much has changed between us, and he’s still my best friend. i’m not sure what i want to do with my life now. i’m not sure i’m any closer to knowing what i want to do now than i was during my last year at hogwarts but i’m enjoying my time at the university so… i don’t suppose it matters. who knows where life will take me?”
robert carrow and taylor flynn
siblings:
______ ______ carrow , twenty-one , senior
______ ______ carrow , eighteen , freshman
others:
brent d'eath
history:
“ok, so I guess I should start with the beginning. Well my mother and father married each other at young ages, 19 in my mother’s case, and 21 in my father’s. my mother and father had already had a child when i came into the picture. I was born early in the morning of may fifteenth. My mother and father were delighted to have a baby girl, though more my mother than my father. not that my father wasn’t happy, it just so happened that after my brother had been born my mother and father had taken a bet on what their next child would be. my mother had said a girl, and my father had said a boy. as you can see, my mother won that particular bet. the prize of the bet was to get to name the child, and my mother named me hope selina carrow.
my childhood was a good one, i can’t complain. my mother was a socialite who loved to show off her children, especially when i was younger, her little girl. so I was often drug around to parties and such. my older brother on the other hand when i was just a baby, saw me as more of a toy, than a baby, even though he was only a year older than i was. he would always try little experiments on me like give me a chocolate frog and watch me chase the thing as fast as I could crawl, of course my brother would also be in pursuit of the chocolate frog, and he almost always won. in fact the first time I managed to stand was in pursuit of one of those little frogs. but as time went on, my brother realized that i was in fact a person! not a toy! But I could have told him that was i not incapable of saying real words, and had a clue what I was talking about. my little brother was born when i was two. i loved him almost instantly, though he was a tad bit annoying with his crying all hours of the night. who am i kidding, he was the most annoying little thing with all of his crying.but don't think i don't love him all the same, even if he was a loud baby. the next few years of my life weren't too eventful, next to the fact i lived with my grandmother and grandfather for a while. my mother, father, and brother's got ill when i was seven. my parent's sent me to live with my grandparent's until everyone was well again. i lived with my grandparents for about a month while all of my family members slowly regained their health. when i returned home, my family was back to normal, and my father was back to work as he usually was.
the next truly exciting thing happened when my brother went to hogwarts. i was incredibly jealous, i wanted to go off to the school for witches and wizards, but i could only sit back and watch as he got his wand, robes, and school books. i kept close contact with my brother with letter's, i was so fascinated and wanted to know more about this school. a year later when i received my hogwarts letter i was so excited it couldn't be put into words.
i remember when my name was called and the sorting hat was put on ym head i'd been so nervous. after a few moments of deliberation the hat sorted me into hufflepuff and i was so happy.
hogwarts was where i met my best friend oddly enough, brent d'eath. at first i found him fascinating just because he was half vampire, i mean how often is it you met one of those? but as time went on, he became my friend for more reasons than i could count. i knew him, before he knew me. though only by a few moments of course, but what does that matter? I went up to him, pulled back my sleeve and asked him to bite me. i'd never been bitten before, and i trusted him, some people say i trust to easy, but he seemed nice enough. he told me he might hurt me, but once i told him i trusted him, he bit me. as time went on, i found out i was the only person he drank blood from, and that made me feel special in a way. i was always willing to let him have some of my blood, he was my friend after all. as the years went on, he became my best friend without a doubt, and i developed a crush on him. of course, i never told him.
the first time i realized i actually loved brent was after a particularly hard break up he suffered. i’d comforted him, or at least I attempted too. i remember how i felt. I wanted to do everything in my power to make him feel better. i hated to see him like that, it hurt me a bit. but the way he came to me, well… i can’t deny i wanted something more. but I never told him, he was my best friend and I didn’t want to lose him, I can’t lose him.
During my fourth year at hogwarts i began to play quidditch, and i actually enjoyed it very much. i didn’t’ have a big position like seeker or anything, i was a beater but i enjoyed it. i played through my sixth year, whenever i was knocked off my broomstick when i collided with a bludger, which hit my right leg. when i fell a broke my leg in two places. i was sent to the hospital wing and healed quickly, but because the odd angle that my leg had broken, i suffer a slight limp but not to many other ill effects. needless to say i never played Quidditch again during my time at hogwarts, but not because i couldn’t play, I could, just not as good as i once had, i finished out the rest of the season, but I choose not to play my seventh year.
when it came time to decide if I wanted to attend the university, i was a bit hesitant. my brother had already started to attend, and I could tell my mother and father expected me to do the same. It was a hard choice, but after some deliberation I decided to attend the university. i still am close with brent, not much has changed between us, and he’s still my best friend. i’m not sure what i want to do with my life now. i’m not sure i’m any closer to knowing what i want to do now than i was during my last year at hogwarts but i’m enjoying my time at the university so… i don’t suppose it matters. who knows where life will take me?”
rp example:
Cass was used to walking home. She had walked home from her tutoring sessions since she had started doing them the year before. There were reasons she walked. One of them was that her tutoring sessions had to be within walking distance, though some of her sessions were farther away than others. Harry may have wanted her to be within walking distance or a block off the subway but she didn’t always listen to that rule. So it may take her twenty minutes longer to get home, or thirty, but she didn’t understand that rule very well. She understood that until they got a car they were restricted to the subway and walking, but why couldn’t she go farther?
She could walk a good distance, she wasn’t any athlete but she could walk far. Farther than people would give her credit for. Tonight though, she wasn’t too far from her house. As she walked she looked at the houses. Lights seemed to be on in every room in them. They reminded her of a Christmas tree. All lit up like that. Sure the houses weren’t the nicest houses in the world, maybe not the most wealthy homes, but that wasn’t the way Cass liked to see things. In fact, she preferred to associate them with things that reminded her of good times.
Cass always walked home alone. Well home, or one of her friends’ homes. Her brother was always busy, not that she would ask him to walk with her. She never asked anyone, even her later night walks home. Though they said a group was safer than alone. The way she saw it was she was endangering another person if she was walking with them at night. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if one of her friends got hurt because of her. Or her brother, she wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost him.
She flinched at that thought, she couldn’t lose Harry. He couldn’t die. She turned away from the lit houses, looking down the road. She started to quicken her pace. She might miss Harry, and her plans would be ruined. Then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board she thought miserably. She had already spent too much time on this road, longer than she had the previous week. As if on cue, she saw someone. Who was it? Not that she was even sure she’d know who it was. Maybe it was her boyfriend. He talked to her sometimes after her sessions, well that was some of the only time they talked. She didn’t want him around her house, well because she wasn’t sure how her brother would react. He really didn’t like guys hitting on her. She knew that fact all too well.
Suddenly she realized who it was, only after they were beside her. Which she had missed while she was thinking. It was her brother. She stared at him a moment, it almost seemed as if it was planned. She blinked masking her confusion with a smile. She wouldn’t admit that he’d surprised her and scared her, that would be too easy. When she saw her brothers half smile she let out a soft laugh. That was her brother. So many questions filled her head. How did he know where she was tutoring that night? It wasn’t like she left that stuff lying around. The only people who knew her schedule was her boyfriend and herself. Most of it was in her phone, and notebook. Her notebook was more of a backup in case her phone died. Not that she needed all that help remembering where she was tutoring; it was just to make sure that the families didn’t have something going on that evening. He must have found my notebook, she thought. Then fear crept over her.
Her notebook, well it was with her things. What if’s filled her head as she smiled at her brother. Had he seen the college applications? Worse, had he seen her boyfriend’s number or picture? She looked at her brother for a moment. He didn’t seem angry, so he couldn’t have found out about her boyfriend, unless he was waiting till they were out of the public eye to talk about it. She moved those thoughts away. You’re overreacting, she told herself. He didn’t find anything. She said looking at Harry with a smirk on her face “What are you doing around here at this time of day Harry?”. Then he asked how it went. She continued “It went fine as usual, got a little side tracted. You know you have the best timing, I was just coming to surprise you.”. She walked forward keeping her pace, not letting her brother’s presence slow her down.
Cass was used to walking home. She had walked home from her tutoring sessions since she had started doing them the year before. There were reasons she walked. One of them was that her tutoring sessions had to be within walking distance, though some of her sessions were farther away than others. Harry may have wanted her to be within walking distance or a block off the subway but she didn’t always listen to that rule. So it may take her twenty minutes longer to get home, or thirty, but she didn’t understand that rule very well. She understood that until they got a car they were restricted to the subway and walking, but why couldn’t she go farther?
She could walk a good distance, she wasn’t any athlete but she could walk far. Farther than people would give her credit for. Tonight though, she wasn’t too far from her house. As she walked she looked at the houses. Lights seemed to be on in every room in them. They reminded her of a Christmas tree. All lit up like that. Sure the houses weren’t the nicest houses in the world, maybe not the most wealthy homes, but that wasn’t the way Cass liked to see things. In fact, she preferred to associate them with things that reminded her of good times.
Cass always walked home alone. Well home, or one of her friends’ homes. Her brother was always busy, not that she would ask him to walk with her. She never asked anyone, even her later night walks home. Though they said a group was safer than alone. The way she saw it was she was endangering another person if she was walking with them at night. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if one of her friends got hurt because of her. Or her brother, she wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost him.
She flinched at that thought, she couldn’t lose Harry. He couldn’t die. She turned away from the lit houses, looking down the road. She started to quicken her pace. She might miss Harry, and her plans would be ruined. Then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board she thought miserably. She had already spent too much time on this road, longer than she had the previous week. As if on cue, she saw someone. Who was it? Not that she was even sure she’d know who it was. Maybe it was her boyfriend. He talked to her sometimes after her sessions, well that was some of the only time they talked. She didn’t want him around her house, well because she wasn’t sure how her brother would react. He really didn’t like guys hitting on her. She knew that fact all too well.
Suddenly she realized who it was, only after they were beside her. Which she had missed while she was thinking. It was her brother. She stared at him a moment, it almost seemed as if it was planned. She blinked masking her confusion with a smile. She wouldn’t admit that he’d surprised her and scared her, that would be too easy. When she saw her brothers half smile she let out a soft laugh. That was her brother. So many questions filled her head. How did he know where she was tutoring that night? It wasn’t like she left that stuff lying around. The only people who knew her schedule was her boyfriend and herself. Most of it was in her phone, and notebook. Her notebook was more of a backup in case her phone died. Not that she needed all that help remembering where she was tutoring; it was just to make sure that the families didn’t have something going on that evening. He must have found my notebook, she thought. Then fear crept over her.
Her notebook, well it was with her things. What if’s filled her head as she smiled at her brother. Had he seen the college applications? Worse, had he seen her boyfriend’s number or picture? She looked at her brother for a moment. He didn’t seem angry, so he couldn’t have found out about her boyfriend, unless he was waiting till they were out of the public eye to talk about it. She moved those thoughts away. You’re overreacting, she told herself. He didn’t find anything. She said looking at Harry with a smirk on her face “What are you doing around here at this time of day Harry?”. Then he asked how it went. She continued “It went fine as usual, got a little side tracted. You know you have the best timing, I was just coming to surprise you.”. She walked forward keeping her pace, not letting her brother’s presence slow her down.
alix , fourteen , female , ad , none , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
