Post by declanscamander on Jul 17, 2011 15:12:56 GMT -5
declan ginevra scamander
twenty , ravenclaw , sophomore , natalie portman , canon
name:
declan ginevra scamander
nicknames:
dec, D.G.
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
part-time bookkeeper at flourish and blotts
blood status:
half-blood
wand: 12 inches, Holly, unicorn hair, springy
relationship status:
single and looking!
declan ginevra scamander
nicknames:
dec, D.G.
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
part-time bookkeeper at flourish and blotts
blood status:
half-blood
wand: 12 inches, Holly, unicorn hair, springy
relationship status:
single and looking!
play-by:
natalie portmant
hair color:
brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
A thick scar at the base of her skull covered by her hair. She has a birthmark on her hip on the left side.
style:
"I'm really quite a simple person. I was athletic as a child, so pretty dresses and girly clothes were never really an issue. I prefer to sport around in jeans and a plain T, but I do realize that some occasions call for a bit more. Pant suits? No, never. They do not look good on me, despite how professional they seem. I prefer dresses on special occasions. Long and flowing, or short and sweet, it really doesn't matter. On normal, average days, I like anything I can move freely in. Jeans are a must have for me, as are work boot type shoes. I teach outdoors, and spend a lot of time outside as well. I need shoes that can take tough terrain if they need to. I absolutely adore tank tops and jackets. I'm an accessory girl, which basically means I am a fan of hats, scarves, purses, shoes, jewelry. Even though I don't act girly or wear the really girly things, I know how to make an outfit look cute. I have a ring from my days as an Appleby Arrow, it is silver with a arrow going through two A's. It is reminiscent of my tattoo, and I wear it every day. If you can't see it on my hands, then there is a good chance its on a chain around my neck. I don't always wear makeup, but I do present myself nicely everyday. Eyeliner is always a must for me. I cannot live without something on my eyes. I also tend to wear my hair down a lot. Ponytails and braids are great when I'm working though. I don't know that there is much more to me than this, though."
natalie portmant
hair color:
brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
A thick scar at the base of her skull covered by her hair. She has a birthmark on her hip on the left side.
style:
"I'm really quite a simple person. I was athletic as a child, so pretty dresses and girly clothes were never really an issue. I prefer to sport around in jeans and a plain T, but I do realize that some occasions call for a bit more. Pant suits? No, never. They do not look good on me, despite how professional they seem. I prefer dresses on special occasions. Long and flowing, or short and sweet, it really doesn't matter. On normal, average days, I like anything I can move freely in. Jeans are a must have for me, as are work boot type shoes. I teach outdoors, and spend a lot of time outside as well. I need shoes that can take tough terrain if they need to. I absolutely adore tank tops and jackets. I'm an accessory girl, which basically means I am a fan of hats, scarves, purses, shoes, jewelry. Even though I don't act girly or wear the really girly things, I know how to make an outfit look cute. I have a ring from my days as an Appleby Arrow, it is silver with a arrow going through two A's. It is reminiscent of my tattoo, and I wear it every day. If you can't see it on my hands, then there is a good chance its on a chain around my neck. I don't always wear makeup, but I do present myself nicely everyday. Eyeliner is always a must for me. I cannot live without something on my eyes. I also tend to wear my hair down a lot. Ponytails and braids are great when I'm working though. I don't know that there is much more to me than this, though."
likes:
reading; animals; quidditch; flying; spending time with friends; running; children; muggle movies; the outdoors; camping; her family; strawberries; arnold palmer's; playing catch with the dogs; music; puzzles; archery; muggle football; riding horses; rain and storms; the stars; photography
dislikes:
dairy; enclosed places; laziness; being bored; downtime; not being able to play quidditch; unruly students; unsportsmanlike conduct; firewhiskey; being compared to her parents in sports; feeling like a failure; cloudy nights; loud clubs;
strengths:
"I'm a strong worker. There is no job I'll shy away from, and I'm always eager to learn. I'm pretty sure my mother would say that I'm tenderhearted, mainly because I'm so good with children, and I'm always open. Quidditch. Quidditch is something I'm particularly good at. I mean, I was recruited right out of school to play professionally, but I couldn't play anymore due to a head injury."
weaknesses:
"My father will not hesitate to tell you I'm stubborn and bull-headed. There are very few things I will waver on, but I'll be the first to admit it when I'm wrong. I'm not too good at the staying still or relaxing areas in life. I have to have something to do, or else I go crazy. Being busy is how I keep my sanity!"
fears:
"I am completely terrified of losing any family. I mean, I come from such a large group and we've all spent so much time with one another, I honestly don't know what I'd do."
dreams:
"Dreams? My dream went poof the minute I was struck in the head by two bludgers. No more professional Quidditch for me, not to mention a series of surgeries, recovery, and therapy. I suppose my only dream now would be to have a family."
secrets:
"Since my accident, I have had increasingly painful migraines. I haven't told anyone, mainly because I don't want to have to go back to the hospital. Along with the headaches, there has been some mild memory loss. But like I said, it's not something I have told anyone."
personality:
"Personality. This is always the question that I hate answering. I'm someone you just have to get to know and then make assessments, but I'll give this a try. First of all, I'm a very loving person. I adore most people I meet, and it does tend to take a lot to piss me off royally. I do believe in second chances, but thirds and fourths are just kind of pushing it. In many ways, I take after my maternal grandmother, Ginny. I'm stubborn, bullheaded, and very self-confident. Especially when I'm on a quidditch pitch. I have a bit of my mother in me, considering I have the patience to out-wait anyone calmly and with a stern rationale. I'm not much of a worrier, though I do have my issues when it comes to family. If it concerns myself, I can easily put off the important decisions for months.
I am not, by any means, a laid back person. I cannot stand down time or vacations. I never could. My one fatal flaw is that I always have to be moving. I have to have something to do, or else I go a tad bit crazy. The best way to tell if I haven't had much to do or not, is the rate at which my hands accompany my speech. I can't be stationary or in small spaces for long. I'd easily rather be out beneath the stars, but unfortunately that was never an option.
I am a huge animal lover. I have all sorts of pets, but had to reduce in order to go to school. I have the patience to deal with multiple animals, as well as people. I don't really have a temper, which is odd, but at the same time people seem to love it. Since my accident, I do have some anxieties. Despite the migraines and small lapses in memory, I have done quite well. There are very few things I get overly excited about, but I do try. I'm a pretty even tempered girl, with few causes for concern. While I'm always neat and tidy, and ready to be here, there are some days when i can be edgy, annoyed, and just testy. Most people never get to see this side, however.
I'm an even tempered person. There are few things that can upset me on a day to day basis. I tend to keep my calm and not let my anger get the best of me. I am not a relaxed person, however. I just can't seem to find comfort while just sitting around. I'm always on the go, which fits my athletic like personality. I love when I'm too busy during the day and my heart starts pounding."
reading; animals; quidditch; flying; spending time with friends; running; children; muggle movies; the outdoors; camping; her family; strawberries; arnold palmer's; playing catch with the dogs; music; puzzles; archery; muggle football; riding horses; rain and storms; the stars; photography
dislikes:
dairy; enclosed places; laziness; being bored; downtime; not being able to play quidditch; unruly students; unsportsmanlike conduct; firewhiskey; being compared to her parents in sports; feeling like a failure; cloudy nights; loud clubs;
strengths:
"I'm a strong worker. There is no job I'll shy away from, and I'm always eager to learn. I'm pretty sure my mother would say that I'm tenderhearted, mainly because I'm so good with children, and I'm always open. Quidditch. Quidditch is something I'm particularly good at. I mean, I was recruited right out of school to play professionally, but I couldn't play anymore due to a head injury."
weaknesses:
"My father will not hesitate to tell you I'm stubborn and bull-headed. There are very few things I will waver on, but I'll be the first to admit it when I'm wrong. I'm not too good at the staying still or relaxing areas in life. I have to have something to do, or else I go crazy. Being busy is how I keep my sanity!"
fears:
"I am completely terrified of losing any family. I mean, I come from such a large group and we've all spent so much time with one another, I honestly don't know what I'd do."
dreams:
"Dreams? My dream went poof the minute I was struck in the head by two bludgers. No more professional Quidditch for me, not to mention a series of surgeries, recovery, and therapy. I suppose my only dream now would be to have a family."
secrets:
"Since my accident, I have had increasingly painful migraines. I haven't told anyone, mainly because I don't want to have to go back to the hospital. Along with the headaches, there has been some mild memory loss. But like I said, it's not something I have told anyone."
personality:
"Personality. This is always the question that I hate answering. I'm someone you just have to get to know and then make assessments, but I'll give this a try. First of all, I'm a very loving person. I adore most people I meet, and it does tend to take a lot to piss me off royally. I do believe in second chances, but thirds and fourths are just kind of pushing it. In many ways, I take after my maternal grandmother, Ginny. I'm stubborn, bullheaded, and very self-confident. Especially when I'm on a quidditch pitch. I have a bit of my mother in me, considering I have the patience to out-wait anyone calmly and with a stern rationale. I'm not much of a worrier, though I do have my issues when it comes to family. If it concerns myself, I can easily put off the important decisions for months.
I am not, by any means, a laid back person. I cannot stand down time or vacations. I never could. My one fatal flaw is that I always have to be moving. I have to have something to do, or else I go a tad bit crazy. The best way to tell if I haven't had much to do or not, is the rate at which my hands accompany my speech. I can't be stationary or in small spaces for long. I'd easily rather be out beneath the stars, but unfortunately that was never an option.
I am a huge animal lover. I have all sorts of pets, but had to reduce in order to go to school. I have the patience to deal with multiple animals, as well as people. I don't really have a temper, which is odd, but at the same time people seem to love it. Since my accident, I do have some anxieties. Despite the migraines and small lapses in memory, I have done quite well. There are very few things I get overly excited about, but I do try. I'm a pretty even tempered girl, with few causes for concern. While I'm always neat and tidy, and ready to be here, there are some days when i can be edgy, annoyed, and just testy. Most people never get to see this side, however.
I'm an even tempered person. There are few things that can upset me on a day to day basis. I tend to keep my calm and not let my anger get the best of me. I am not a relaxed person, however. I just can't seem to find comfort while just sitting around. I'm always on the go, which fits my athletic like personality. I love when I'm too busy during the day and my heart starts pounding."
parents:
lorcan scamander, lily potter
siblings:
younger brother
others:
entire weasley and potter clan.
history:
As the eldest of two, my life wasn't exactly the easiest. Now, for two blissful years, I ran the roost. I had been an unexpected child of two young lovers, and while they both loved each other very much, their adoration for their daughter resonated tenfold. I spent my earliest years being passed around by family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, even cousins! I took my first steps in the Burrow, and started running at Shell cottage. I basically lived my life all over England and I didn't mind at all. For two years I was an only child with the sole attention of my parents locked on me. But that's just the beginning of my tale.
I was born on December 24th. That's right, Christmas Eve. My father often calls me his 'best present ever' despite the fact that I'm twenty. When I turned two, as I said before, my life was complicated somewhat. My brother entered the world. I had begged for a sibling, hoping for a sister of course, but I don't think I ever really understood what I was in for. For nearly the first six months of my brother's life, I got no sleep. The crying and constant slap of my parents feet on the bare floor going back and forth from the nursery to their room gave me not one minute of peace. It was complete hell! I suppose this was when my insomnia started. I just don't sleep, averaging maybe two or three hours a night. I like to think I was quite helpful to my parents when I was still at home. I never really caused any mischief, and I wasn't too much of a handful. I suppose, in a way, you could say that I was an easy, laid back child. It was something that really wouldn't change in my teen and adult years.
When I was ten, I went to Hogwarts. I absolutely loved the school! Like my father, I was sorted into Ravenclaw and it only took a little bit of time before I had a full flock of friends. My first year I made the team as seeker; a position my mother always said I was built for. I feel as if for most people, the first three years of my schooling flew by. I would come home for breaks, spend most of my off time tending to the needs of my brother or perhaps practicing quidditch with my mother. The biggest change for me was when I started noticing boys in more than just a friend's capacity. I won't lie, I was intimidated, but I found my around the world of dating rather quickly. School-wise I excelled in all my classes, though there were few that held my interest as much as Care of Magical Creatures ever could. As a child, I was allowed to have all sorts of pets, as long as I could take care of them. COMC was a chance to take care of animals while at school, and I soon made a close connection with the professor at that time. Since I still suffered from insomnia, I would often sneak out of Ravenclaw dormitories and go to the stables to help feed and clean the stalls and animals. Once quidditch season began, however, my time was even more restricted.
I dated on and off throughout school. I was popular enough, mainly because of my quickness on a quidditch field, but for whatever the reason there always seemed to be guys lining up. I never embarked on anything too serious, though. I knew exactly where I wanted my life to head, and unfortunately a serious boyfriend just did not fit the bill. Once my final year rolled around, things were beginning to look up. I was team captain for Ravenclaw, I had scouts from professional teams coming to look at me, and I had found my first true love. Everything seemed to go south when, during a quidditch game, I was struck on the back of my skull and fell about 50 feet from my broom to the ground. The ref was able to slow down my fall, but the impact still shattered my left arm and leg, and cracked my skull. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up at St. Mungo's, the left side of my body immobilized, and my head wrapped in about four feet of bandages. I now have a metal plate holding my skull together at the base, and while my limbs recovered well, I was told playing Quidditch was probably not an option anymore. Another blow to the head could probably kill me. Instead, I chose to pursue the path of continuing education, and I attended school once again."
lorcan scamander, lily potter
siblings:
younger brother
others:
entire weasley and potter clan.
history:
As the eldest of two, my life wasn't exactly the easiest. Now, for two blissful years, I ran the roost. I had been an unexpected child of two young lovers, and while they both loved each other very much, their adoration for their daughter resonated tenfold. I spent my earliest years being passed around by family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, even cousins! I took my first steps in the Burrow, and started running at Shell cottage. I basically lived my life all over England and I didn't mind at all. For two years I was an only child with the sole attention of my parents locked on me. But that's just the beginning of my tale.
I was born on December 24th. That's right, Christmas Eve. My father often calls me his 'best present ever' despite the fact that I'm twenty. When I turned two, as I said before, my life was complicated somewhat. My brother entered the world. I had begged for a sibling, hoping for a sister of course, but I don't think I ever really understood what I was in for. For nearly the first six months of my brother's life, I got no sleep. The crying and constant slap of my parents feet on the bare floor going back and forth from the nursery to their room gave me not one minute of peace. It was complete hell! I suppose this was when my insomnia started. I just don't sleep, averaging maybe two or three hours a night. I like to think I was quite helpful to my parents when I was still at home. I never really caused any mischief, and I wasn't too much of a handful. I suppose, in a way, you could say that I was an easy, laid back child. It was something that really wouldn't change in my teen and adult years.
When I was ten, I went to Hogwarts. I absolutely loved the school! Like my father, I was sorted into Ravenclaw and it only took a little bit of time before I had a full flock of friends. My first year I made the team as seeker; a position my mother always said I was built for. I feel as if for most people, the first three years of my schooling flew by. I would come home for breaks, spend most of my off time tending to the needs of my brother or perhaps practicing quidditch with my mother. The biggest change for me was when I started noticing boys in more than just a friend's capacity. I won't lie, I was intimidated, but I found my around the world of dating rather quickly. School-wise I excelled in all my classes, though there were few that held my interest as much as Care of Magical Creatures ever could. As a child, I was allowed to have all sorts of pets, as long as I could take care of them. COMC was a chance to take care of animals while at school, and I soon made a close connection with the professor at that time. Since I still suffered from insomnia, I would often sneak out of Ravenclaw dormitories and go to the stables to help feed and clean the stalls and animals. Once quidditch season began, however, my time was even more restricted.
I dated on and off throughout school. I was popular enough, mainly because of my quickness on a quidditch field, but for whatever the reason there always seemed to be guys lining up. I never embarked on anything too serious, though. I knew exactly where I wanted my life to head, and unfortunately a serious boyfriend just did not fit the bill. Once my final year rolled around, things were beginning to look up. I was team captain for Ravenclaw, I had scouts from professional teams coming to look at me, and I had found my first true love. Everything seemed to go south when, during a quidditch game, I was struck on the back of my skull and fell about 50 feet from my broom to the ground. The ref was able to slow down my fall, but the impact still shattered my left arm and leg, and cracked my skull. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up at St. Mungo's, the left side of my body immobilized, and my head wrapped in about four feet of bandages. I now have a metal plate holding my skull together at the base, and while my limbs recovered well, I was told playing Quidditch was probably not an option anymore. Another blow to the head could probably kill me. Instead, I chose to pursue the path of continuing education, and I attended school once again."
rp example:
From another site
From an early age, Shiloh had always known who she was. She was well aware of her attraction to both men and women by the young age of nine. That had been the year Tanner Weatherly had joined her ballet class, and Shiloh had become smitten with her sky-blue eyes and her white blond hair. Thus had begun the early awakening of Shiloh's preferred sexual orientation, and if Shiloh was one thing it was that she had a very surreal confidence in who she was as a person. Yes, even at age nine. Shiloh was a romantic, and hopelessly so, too. Since she was a child, her mother had told her the epic stories of the most romantic couples from literature. Romeo and Juliet, Sleeping Beauty, Pride and Prejudice-- each one conquered love in the end. Even in Juliet's case, as she stabbed herself in the heart with her lover's knife, she knew true love waited for her. Shiloh had once felt that way; that no matter what, true love would always be waiting for her in the end. Not so much anymore, however. There was something in the way her heart had been broken several times over which stopped her believing in such a thing as soulmates, or even true love. At the age of sixteen, Shiloh had been awoken to the harsh realities that most people wanted only one thing: sex. This was not such a bad thing though, really. Shiloh liked sex. In fact, she did really enjoy it with both men and women, so that wasn't the problem. The problem came later on when one person gets attached with their feelings, and the other goes on and fucks someone else. For as smart a girl as she was, Shiloh had been quite naive when it came to matters of the heart. Then again, what did she really know of her own heart?
Nearly every relationship Shiloh had ever been in, she had stumbled into like a drunkard into a cab after last call. She had never planned any of them, and each had been with the most unlikeliest of characters. Her first love, however, had been the one that hit the hardest. Maxine Belle felt like Shiloh had been hit with a ton of bricks when she first met her. Not only gorgeous and confident, but she had a promiscuity about her that intrigued Shiloh's young mind. Though they made no attempt to hide the relationship, Shiloh had never really told anyone about it. She preferred if less people knew, just because of her young age at the time. Hand to God, it had felt like a fairytale beginning when she met Maxie. It had only been a few minutes before handshakes and pleasantries had led to an invitation to hang out. That had led to some pretty intense making out and tastefully groping and, eventually, a relationship had spawned. She supposed it would have been easy enough to conclude that Shiloh had fallen in love fast and hard. She wasn't positive as to when the relationship had begun to fall apart, or where temptation had even had time to slip in to start gnawing away at their foundation. Somehow, they had disintegrated pretty quickly, leaving Shiloh with a feeling like all the air had been knocked from her lungs. The day she had found out about Maxie's infidelity, Shiloh could almost feel the cold sweep over her heart. No longer did she believe in fairytale endings and true love. Despite the positive, caring, and confident manner she conducted herself in, there was a hole inside.
At sixteen, what does anyone really know about love? Shiloh had been naive, but what young woman wasn't? In the past few years, she had been able to grow up a little. She realized everything wasn't always meant to be, and that most relationships weren't going to last. However, that realization didn't make the pain any less painful. She had thought that once Maxie had graduated, she would have some time to heal. What Shiloh hadn't counted on was Maxie's return to the school, let alone having Maxie as a sort of teacher's aide/tutor in the Ancient Runes class. That was where she was today, in her favorite class, being supervised by the woman who still pulled on her heartstrings. Shiloh had hunched herself over her desk, scribbling away on her assignment with her quill and ink. She was gifted in Ancient Runes as it was one of her favorite subjects. Shiloh had a fascination with history, and things having to do with the ancients, especially magic. While she was a witch in the modern world, most modern magic had roots taken from the Ancient Romans and Egyptians. It was all fascinating, really, and Shiloh had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly she had picked up Ancient Runes. But even with her success in the class, her attention was skewed by Maxie walking around the classroom, helping other students. Every time she grew near, Shiloh could feel her body tense and her heart pound. The days in which she had Ancient Runes began to become way too stressful for her. She didn't know how to act or what to say, so she usually ended up sitting as far away from the front as possible, and kept her head down. It was better that way. Right?
From another site
From an early age, Shiloh had always known who she was. She was well aware of her attraction to both men and women by the young age of nine. That had been the year Tanner Weatherly had joined her ballet class, and Shiloh had become smitten with her sky-blue eyes and her white blond hair. Thus had begun the early awakening of Shiloh's preferred sexual orientation, and if Shiloh was one thing it was that she had a very surreal confidence in who she was as a person. Yes, even at age nine. Shiloh was a romantic, and hopelessly so, too. Since she was a child, her mother had told her the epic stories of the most romantic couples from literature. Romeo and Juliet, Sleeping Beauty, Pride and Prejudice-- each one conquered love in the end. Even in Juliet's case, as she stabbed herself in the heart with her lover's knife, she knew true love waited for her. Shiloh had once felt that way; that no matter what, true love would always be waiting for her in the end. Not so much anymore, however. There was something in the way her heart had been broken several times over which stopped her believing in such a thing as soulmates, or even true love. At the age of sixteen, Shiloh had been awoken to the harsh realities that most people wanted only one thing: sex. This was not such a bad thing though, really. Shiloh liked sex. In fact, she did really enjoy it with both men and women, so that wasn't the problem. The problem came later on when one person gets attached with their feelings, and the other goes on and fucks someone else. For as smart a girl as she was, Shiloh had been quite naive when it came to matters of the heart. Then again, what did she really know of her own heart?
Nearly every relationship Shiloh had ever been in, she had stumbled into like a drunkard into a cab after last call. She had never planned any of them, and each had been with the most unlikeliest of characters. Her first love, however, had been the one that hit the hardest. Maxine Belle felt like Shiloh had been hit with a ton of bricks when she first met her. Not only gorgeous and confident, but she had a promiscuity about her that intrigued Shiloh's young mind. Though they made no attempt to hide the relationship, Shiloh had never really told anyone about it. She preferred if less people knew, just because of her young age at the time. Hand to God, it had felt like a fairytale beginning when she met Maxie. It had only been a few minutes before handshakes and pleasantries had led to an invitation to hang out. That had led to some pretty intense making out and tastefully groping and, eventually, a relationship had spawned. She supposed it would have been easy enough to conclude that Shiloh had fallen in love fast and hard. She wasn't positive as to when the relationship had begun to fall apart, or where temptation had even had time to slip in to start gnawing away at their foundation. Somehow, they had disintegrated pretty quickly, leaving Shiloh with a feeling like all the air had been knocked from her lungs. The day she had found out about Maxie's infidelity, Shiloh could almost feel the cold sweep over her heart. No longer did she believe in fairytale endings and true love. Despite the positive, caring, and confident manner she conducted herself in, there was a hole inside.
At sixteen, what does anyone really know about love? Shiloh had been naive, but what young woman wasn't? In the past few years, she had been able to grow up a little. She realized everything wasn't always meant to be, and that most relationships weren't going to last. However, that realization didn't make the pain any less painful. She had thought that once Maxie had graduated, she would have some time to heal. What Shiloh hadn't counted on was Maxie's return to the school, let alone having Maxie as a sort of teacher's aide/tutor in the Ancient Runes class. That was where she was today, in her favorite class, being supervised by the woman who still pulled on her heartstrings. Shiloh had hunched herself over her desk, scribbling away on her assignment with her quill and ink. She was gifted in Ancient Runes as it was one of her favorite subjects. Shiloh had a fascination with history, and things having to do with the ancients, especially magic. While she was a witch in the modern world, most modern magic had roots taken from the Ancient Romans and Egyptians. It was all fascinating, really, and Shiloh had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly she had picked up Ancient Runes. But even with her success in the class, her attention was skewed by Maxie walking around the classroom, helping other students. Every time she grew near, Shiloh could feel her body tense and her heart pound. The days in which she had Ancient Runes began to become way too stressful for her. She didn't know how to act or what to say, so she usually ended up sitting as far away from the front as possible, and kept her head down. It was better that way. Right?
tora , 23 , female , harper!!! , none , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
