Post by sophia on Jul 26, 2011 8:39:18 GMT -5
sophia piper chevalier
20 , ravenclaw , junior , ellie goulding , original
name:
sophia piper chevalier
nicknames:
sophie, fifi (by her father only)
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
n/a
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
griffin claw, canary wood, eight inches
relationship status:
single
sophia piper chevalier
nicknames:
sophie, fifi (by her father only)
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
n/a
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
griffin claw, canary wood, eight inches
relationship status:
single
play-by:
ellie goulding
hair color:
blonde
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
'unfortunately, my face is very much an open book. one glance and you can practically read my mind. mostly i think of this as a complete disadvantage and so now i have the ridiculous habit of staring at my feet whenever i feel upset as not to bring the other person down. it's never really worked, of course.
i also have a faint scar on my left knee for when i crawled on top of a mess of broken glass when i was two.'
style:
'i am surprisingly self conscious and i have a mild obsession to looking my best even when i'm just going out to get the groceries. i try to maintain a steady job in the summer to support my fashion needs but mostly i just end up splurging it all on thrift stores to get the most out of my money. my style is mainly flowy, and soft, and my wardrobe consists of a lot of pastel colors.
however vain i can be concerning my clothes though, i still refrain from wearing makeup, despite how stressful it can be when something decides to spring up on my face. i just can't be bothered to feel guilty about huge pores, washing it off everyday, and scuttling off into the bathroom every hour to reapply. plus, i'm allergic to most brands anyway.'
ellie goulding
hair color:
blonde
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
'unfortunately, my face is very much an open book. one glance and you can practically read my mind. mostly i think of this as a complete disadvantage and so now i have the ridiculous habit of staring at my feet whenever i feel upset as not to bring the other person down. it's never really worked, of course.
i also have a faint scar on my left knee for when i crawled on top of a mess of broken glass when i was two.'
style:
'i am surprisingly self conscious and i have a mild obsession to looking my best even when i'm just going out to get the groceries. i try to maintain a steady job in the summer to support my fashion needs but mostly i just end up splurging it all on thrift stores to get the most out of my money. my style is mainly flowy, and soft, and my wardrobe consists of a lot of pastel colors.
however vain i can be concerning my clothes though, i still refrain from wearing makeup, despite how stressful it can be when something decides to spring up on my face. i just can't be bothered to feel guilty about huge pores, washing it off everyday, and scuttling off into the bathroom every hour to reapply. plus, i'm allergic to most brands anyway.'
likes:
apricots, history of magic, flea markets, books, theatres, circuses, art galleries, long walks by the beach, sloths, dogs, clocks, scavenger hunts, winter, halloween, fairy-tales, peppermint, coffee, sarcasm.
dislikes:
makeup, travelling, cats, dust, alcohol, most sports, cilantro, bananas, cliches, having to explain things twice, stupidity, climate change, parades, horror, dolls, public pools, humidity, chocolate milk, watermelon, litter.
strengths:
intelligent, cards, bold, straightforward, unique, quick-minded, history of magic, determined, optimistic, rock paper scissors, charms, getting things done on time, light-hearted, curious.
weaknesses:
reckless, naive, board games, open book, hopeless romantic, sensitive, flirting, potions, quidditch, stubborn, athletics, socially awkward, know-it-all, art, skating, careless, is about as sexy as an ostritch.
fears:
zombies, bugs, claustrophobic.
dreams:
to become a hogwarts professor.
secrets:
mother was an alcoholic who died from liver failure, has never been kissed, has never been in a relationship.
personality:
reckless&&naive
sophia is terribly impulsive when it comes to her actions. she tends not to think of anything but the adrenaline rush and/or the immediate consequences. planning ahead is considered greatly unnecessary to sophie and she prefers to put the thinking ahead off. she's almost lazy when it comes to planning anything other than her education.
sophia almost has a childlike view when it comes to people and some other social matters/situations. she lacks sophistication and sometimes irritates the people around her with her joking and lighthearted attitude. however, when it comes to sophia's own personal issues or something that she thinks at the time will be worth listening in on and acting upon, she is extremely calm and collected.
sensitive&&romantic
sophie is a hopeless romantic, one whom people describe as living with rose colored glasses on. she was obsessed with fairy tales and still is to the point of her father hiding young sophia's princess novels as a form of punishment. of course, sophie is still all for female rights and equal, fair relationships, but she considers her treasured and worn tales of love as her guilty pleasure.
sophia takes the slightest, gentlest forms of criticism to heart and sometimes takes to lashing out if she believes the critique or insult was unfair, untrue, or not spoken with the right finesse. she will often strive to fix the issue and will constantly beat herself up about it for weeks afterward, and in sever cases, years.
intelligent&&curious
sophie eagerly absorbs information like a sponge. she strives to gain as much knowledge as humanly possible and almost always has her nose buried inside a book. oddly, sophia prefers to read books written by muggle authors as they give her a, in her words; 'fascinating insight into how muggles live, work, and learn'. her favourite books include those regarding time travel, both fiction and non-fiction.
sophia is sometimes a little too curious. she gives the quote 'curiosity killed the cat' little thought. she can be a little obsessive about gaining knowledge.
awkward&&lighthearted
sophia finds it difficult to introduce herself and strike up small talk gracefully, and she envies those that can smile charmingly and speak to whomever they please. she often blabbers on and on about nothing in particular, nervously laughs, and ends up excusing herself to the bathroom and beating herself up about acting like an idiot. flirting is disastrous with sophie as it is only in those situations when she lacks her wit and intelligence. because sophia doesn't appear to be getting better at it anytime soon, she's just praying for the day when mumbling is seen as attractive.
sophia is generally very airy and lighthearted, and doesn't take anything very seriously. she's bad at motivating herself to do something that she doesn't want to do or something that someone other than herself tells her to do. she's a master at procrastination. her carelessness can be taken as irritating and sophia has come across as lazy and frustrating.
apricots, history of magic, flea markets, books, theatres, circuses, art galleries, long walks by the beach, sloths, dogs, clocks, scavenger hunts, winter, halloween, fairy-tales, peppermint, coffee, sarcasm.
dislikes:
makeup, travelling, cats, dust, alcohol, most sports, cilantro, bananas, cliches, having to explain things twice, stupidity, climate change, parades, horror, dolls, public pools, humidity, chocolate milk, watermelon, litter.
strengths:
intelligent, cards, bold, straightforward, unique, quick-minded, history of magic, determined, optimistic, rock paper scissors, charms, getting things done on time, light-hearted, curious.
weaknesses:
reckless, naive, board games, open book, hopeless romantic, sensitive, flirting, potions, quidditch, stubborn, athletics, socially awkward, know-it-all, art, skating, careless, is about as sexy as an ostritch.
fears:
zombies, bugs, claustrophobic.
dreams:
to become a hogwarts professor.
secrets:
mother was an alcoholic who died from liver failure, has never been kissed, has never been in a relationship.
personality:
reckless&&naive
sophia is terribly impulsive when it comes to her actions. she tends not to think of anything but the adrenaline rush and/or the immediate consequences. planning ahead is considered greatly unnecessary to sophie and she prefers to put the thinking ahead off. she's almost lazy when it comes to planning anything other than her education.
sophia almost has a childlike view when it comes to people and some other social matters/situations. she lacks sophistication and sometimes irritates the people around her with her joking and lighthearted attitude. however, when it comes to sophia's own personal issues or something that she thinks at the time will be worth listening in on and acting upon, she is extremely calm and collected.
sensitive&&romantic
sophie is a hopeless romantic, one whom people describe as living with rose colored glasses on. she was obsessed with fairy tales and still is to the point of her father hiding young sophia's princess novels as a form of punishment. of course, sophie is still all for female rights and equal, fair relationships, but she considers her treasured and worn tales of love as her guilty pleasure.
sophia takes the slightest, gentlest forms of criticism to heart and sometimes takes to lashing out if she believes the critique or insult was unfair, untrue, or not spoken with the right finesse. she will often strive to fix the issue and will constantly beat herself up about it for weeks afterward, and in sever cases, years.
intelligent&&curious
sophie eagerly absorbs information like a sponge. she strives to gain as much knowledge as humanly possible and almost always has her nose buried inside a book. oddly, sophia prefers to read books written by muggle authors as they give her a, in her words; 'fascinating insight into how muggles live, work, and learn'. her favourite books include those regarding time travel, both fiction and non-fiction.
sophia is sometimes a little too curious. she gives the quote 'curiosity killed the cat' little thought. she can be a little obsessive about gaining knowledge.
awkward&&lighthearted
sophia finds it difficult to introduce herself and strike up small talk gracefully, and she envies those that can smile charmingly and speak to whomever they please. she often blabbers on and on about nothing in particular, nervously laughs, and ends up excusing herself to the bathroom and beating herself up about acting like an idiot. flirting is disastrous with sophie as it is only in those situations when she lacks her wit and intelligence. because sophia doesn't appear to be getting better at it anytime soon, she's just praying for the day when mumbling is seen as attractive.
sophia is generally very airy and lighthearted, and doesn't take anything very seriously. she's bad at motivating herself to do something that she doesn't want to do or something that someone other than herself tells her to do. she's a master at procrastination. her carelessness can be taken as irritating and sophia has come across as lazy and frustrating.
parents:
curtis lorcan chevalier , dahlia rachel ellis
siblings:
n/a
others:
her beloved maine coon cat, seymour.
history:
i basically grew up without a functioning mother. on one hand, it wasn't exactly ms. ellis's fault for her severe alcohol addiction, but then again dahlia did hold some resentment towards me since the day she found out she was pregnant.
dahlia met curtis during the summer after highschool. dahlia was travelling through europe to have a taste of what the world and was celebrating her graduation. dahlia was a manhattan native and would be returning to the big apple after a year of fun and touring.
dahlia and curtis hit it off beautifully right after they bumped into each other in a cafe in london.
the two young eighteen year olds were remarkably similar, the only difference being that dahlia was slightly more infatuated with curtis than curtis was with dahlia.
for the next few months the young couple was drunk with love. six months passed and the two ditzy teens were maintaining a surprisingly steady and faithful relationship. dahlia had never met anyone so, as she described it, 'magical'. dahlia took it to the point of asking her parents to send all of her stuff from manhattan to curtis's cramped one bedroom london apartment.
soon enough dahlia found herself accidentally pregnant with a baby she never wanted. curtis, being the sensitive and caring gentleman he was, urged dahlia to keep the baby. sensible dahlia was reluctant but would do anything to make curtis happy and also in fear of him leaving her.
baby me was born into the world like any other child; kicking and screaming. dahlia didn't exactly feel that motherly compassion towards me though. in fact, i heard my father say that she nearly dropped me while shoving me towards him right after i popped into the world. i guess i can't really blame her. after i came along, dad became obsessed with raising me, and hardly paid the previous amount of attention to poor dahlia. yes, my own mother was jealous of her newborn daughter.
dad sensed something upset dahlia, but to this day never found out what the issue actually was, and i don't plan on telling him.
so, he mistakenly took dahlia's moping about for suspicion and decided to come clean about the fact that he was indeed a wizard. this was where dahlia's drinking problem came along. with the stress of a baby, not getting enough love from her lover, the overwhelming truth of my father's identity, and the fact that he'd hidden it from her for so long was a little too overwhelming for dahlia. my mother attempted to wash away her sorrows and envy with alcohol, and for the remaining memories i have of dahlia, i'd never seen her without a can of beer, a hangover, or even a shadow of a smile.
my father kicked dahlia out and urged her to register in rehab after he thought that she posed a threat to me. of course, i was happy and blissfully ignorant to everything that was going on. i was a remarkably heavy sleeper so i slept through the loud arguments. my dad became the one and only legal guardian for me and thus after my fifth birthday, i never saw my mother again.
my childhood was just peachy in my innocent eyes. i thought everyone was raised by their father and even after i'd been exposed to 'typical' families, i'd always preferred my life.
when i was six my dad had a moderately paying job and he felt bad about me not having my own room when all my friends from school did. so we packed up and moved into a quiet and cozy cottage near yorkshire, england where my father busily worked at home and home schooled me at the same time. thus, i didn't have much social experience while i was a child, there were hardly many kids the same age as me in the neighborhood.
the years passed by swiftly and were mostly uneventful to me. until i got my letter from hogwarts. i had always known that my father was a wizard, although i may not have understood it fully. i just knew that he could pull coins out of my ears and occasionally make my teddy bears walk on their own. i was thrilled by the idea of studying magic, but at the same time was secretly anxious about leaving my father for the first time.
it was while shopping in diagon alley for school supplies did i acquire my trusty wand and beloved maine coon, seymour. i was almost immediately placed in ravenclaw just like my dad.
i got top grades and shamelessly and embarrassingly attempted to make friends with everyone within a ten foot radius of me. i had and still have what some people call an irritatingly optimistic view of life.
history of magic was by far my best and favorite subject, seeing as i was one of few who stayed awake and avidly took notes during each and every lesson.
i graduated hogwarts with flying colors and steamrolled straight into university with a history of magic major and with the dream of getting my first kiss in my sights.
curtis lorcan chevalier , dahlia rachel ellis
siblings:
n/a
others:
her beloved maine coon cat, seymour.
history:
i basically grew up without a functioning mother. on one hand, it wasn't exactly ms. ellis's fault for her severe alcohol addiction, but then again dahlia did hold some resentment towards me since the day she found out she was pregnant.
dahlia met curtis during the summer after highschool. dahlia was travelling through europe to have a taste of what the world and was celebrating her graduation. dahlia was a manhattan native and would be returning to the big apple after a year of fun and touring.
dahlia and curtis hit it off beautifully right after they bumped into each other in a cafe in london.
the two young eighteen year olds were remarkably similar, the only difference being that dahlia was slightly more infatuated with curtis than curtis was with dahlia.
for the next few months the young couple was drunk with love. six months passed and the two ditzy teens were maintaining a surprisingly steady and faithful relationship. dahlia had never met anyone so, as she described it, 'magical'. dahlia took it to the point of asking her parents to send all of her stuff from manhattan to curtis's cramped one bedroom london apartment.
soon enough dahlia found herself accidentally pregnant with a baby she never wanted. curtis, being the sensitive and caring gentleman he was, urged dahlia to keep the baby. sensible dahlia was reluctant but would do anything to make curtis happy and also in fear of him leaving her.
baby me was born into the world like any other child; kicking and screaming. dahlia didn't exactly feel that motherly compassion towards me though. in fact, i heard my father say that she nearly dropped me while shoving me towards him right after i popped into the world. i guess i can't really blame her. after i came along, dad became obsessed with raising me, and hardly paid the previous amount of attention to poor dahlia. yes, my own mother was jealous of her newborn daughter.
dad sensed something upset dahlia, but to this day never found out what the issue actually was, and i don't plan on telling him.
so, he mistakenly took dahlia's moping about for suspicion and decided to come clean about the fact that he was indeed a wizard. this was where dahlia's drinking problem came along. with the stress of a baby, not getting enough love from her lover, the overwhelming truth of my father's identity, and the fact that he'd hidden it from her for so long was a little too overwhelming for dahlia. my mother attempted to wash away her sorrows and envy with alcohol, and for the remaining memories i have of dahlia, i'd never seen her without a can of beer, a hangover, or even a shadow of a smile.
my father kicked dahlia out and urged her to register in rehab after he thought that she posed a threat to me. of course, i was happy and blissfully ignorant to everything that was going on. i was a remarkably heavy sleeper so i slept through the loud arguments. my dad became the one and only legal guardian for me and thus after my fifth birthday, i never saw my mother again.
my childhood was just peachy in my innocent eyes. i thought everyone was raised by their father and even after i'd been exposed to 'typical' families, i'd always preferred my life.
when i was six my dad had a moderately paying job and he felt bad about me not having my own room when all my friends from school did. so we packed up and moved into a quiet and cozy cottage near yorkshire, england where my father busily worked at home and home schooled me at the same time. thus, i didn't have much social experience while i was a child, there were hardly many kids the same age as me in the neighborhood.
the years passed by swiftly and were mostly uneventful to me. until i got my letter from hogwarts. i had always known that my father was a wizard, although i may not have understood it fully. i just knew that he could pull coins out of my ears and occasionally make my teddy bears walk on their own. i was thrilled by the idea of studying magic, but at the same time was secretly anxious about leaving my father for the first time.
it was while shopping in diagon alley for school supplies did i acquire my trusty wand and beloved maine coon, seymour. i was almost immediately placed in ravenclaw just like my dad.
i got top grades and shamelessly and embarrassingly attempted to make friends with everyone within a ten foot radius of me. i had and still have what some people call an irritatingly optimistic view of life.
history of magic was by far my best and favorite subject, seeing as i was one of few who stayed awake and avidly took notes during each and every lesson.
i graduated hogwarts with flying colors and steamrolled straight into university with a history of magic major and with the dream of getting my first kiss in my sights.
rp example:
natalie watched her breath curl up into the early morning sky as her frail frame trembled violently with each gust of wind, looking dangerously unstable and detached from her surroundings. so it was her fault for stubbornly wearing absorbent and totally unsuitable for a slushy seattle winter, that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to be angry at how horrible this melting snow was.
i should just dump lucas now. just get it over with.
the street lamp above nat flickered weakly as another golden ray of sunshine broke through the dreary grey clouds that had hung over seattle, wa for the last week and a half. natalie much preferred her sunny hometown of los angeles. she felt her heart plummet and ache with homesickness.
rolling the stubborn piece of loose thread in natalie's jacket pocket with her left hand, she pursed her lips and shifted her weight from side to side. lucas was supposed to have arrived any moment now. nat wasn't a very patient young lady. so on the verge of a disastrous tantrum, she ground her teeth together, both because of the cold weather and lucas's inconsiderate attitude.
where did it all go wrong? natalie reminisced how happy the young had-been couple had been just a short month ago. nat was genuinely confused as to how their admittedly tangled web had first started to unravel. sure they had gradually spent less and less time together but they had both agreed that was to save money for a bigger, better apartment where they could live much more comfortably.
the bus came and went several times. each time nat craning her neck hopefully for lucas's familiar charming yet slightly tired grin. four fruitless times the bus came and went and each time nat's feet started to ache even more. she gazed longingly at the bench a few feet to her right but sighed as she saw it covered in rain.
finally natalie reluctantly fished out her phone from her bag, mumbling curses as she went and dialled for lucas.
'hello? where are you? i've been waiting for an hour. you’re the one that wanted to meet in the first place! geez, haven’t you ever heard of decency? if you don't get your obnoxious ass over here in the next ten minutes, i'll, i'll...' nat loudly said all in one breath. she refused to even wait for a 'hi'. she trailed off at the end of her rampage and huffed loudly, waiting for her seemingly ex-boyfriend to reply.
and ironically then, the glorious sun itself emerged from the shadow of the rain clouds.
natalie watched her breath curl up into the early morning sky as her frail frame trembled violently with each gust of wind, looking dangerously unstable and detached from her surroundings. so it was her fault for stubbornly wearing absorbent and totally unsuitable for a slushy seattle winter, that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to be angry at how horrible this melting snow was.
i should just dump lucas now. just get it over with.
the street lamp above nat flickered weakly as another golden ray of sunshine broke through the dreary grey clouds that had hung over seattle, wa for the last week and a half. natalie much preferred her sunny hometown of los angeles. she felt her heart plummet and ache with homesickness.
rolling the stubborn piece of loose thread in natalie's jacket pocket with her left hand, she pursed her lips and shifted her weight from side to side. lucas was supposed to have arrived any moment now. nat wasn't a very patient young lady. so on the verge of a disastrous tantrum, she ground her teeth together, both because of the cold weather and lucas's inconsiderate attitude.
where did it all go wrong? natalie reminisced how happy the young had-been couple had been just a short month ago. nat was genuinely confused as to how their admittedly tangled web had first started to unravel. sure they had gradually spent less and less time together but they had both agreed that was to save money for a bigger, better apartment where they could live much more comfortably.
the bus came and went several times. each time nat craning her neck hopefully for lucas's familiar charming yet slightly tired grin. four fruitless times the bus came and went and each time nat's feet started to ache even more. she gazed longingly at the bench a few feet to her right but sighed as she saw it covered in rain.
finally natalie reluctantly fished out her phone from her bag, mumbling curses as she went and dialled for lucas.
'hello? where are you? i've been waiting for an hour. you’re the one that wanted to meet in the first place! geez, haven’t you ever heard of decency? if you don't get your obnoxious ass over here in the next ten minutes, i'll, i'll...' nat loudly said all in one breath. she refused to even wait for a 'hi'. she trailed off at the end of her rampage and huffed loudly, waiting for her seemingly ex-boyfriend to reply.
and ironically then, the glorious sun itself emerged from the shadow of the rain clouds.
olivia , 15 , female , save your heart , n/a , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore.
