Post by melina on Jun 28, 2011 13:44:47 GMT -5
melina esmeralda finnigan
nineteen , gryffindor , sophomore , emma watson , canon
name:
melina esmeralda finnigan
nicknames:
mel, lina, esme
age:
nineteen
house:
gryffindor
occupation:
student
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
phoenix feather, mahogany, 10 1/2 inches
relationship status:
single
melina esmeralda finnigan
nicknames:
mel, lina, esme
age:
nineteen
house:
gryffindor
occupation:
student
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
phoenix feather, mahogany, 10 1/2 inches
relationship status:
single
play-by:
emma watson
hair color:
light brown
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
bright, wide eyes
long, slender legs
style:
when it comes to fashion, melina is fairly up to date with the clothing, style and colours that she chooses to wear. skirts and cute little ankle boots practically invade her wardrobe, and fluffy blouses seem to also be a favourite. her styles can sometimes be rather tame in appearance, but on the rare occasion that she feels like making a statement, she can sometimes wear things that make people look at her twice to ensure they weren't seeing something. she favours bold colours and things that show off the amazing set of legs she was graced with. when it comes to the make up that she matches with her outfits, she doesn't really go overboard with colour. instead, melina makes her eyes stand out with a lot of eyeliner and mascara, which is usually accompanied by a thin line of colour just along her eyelid to match her chosen colour scheme. fashion has always been of great interest to her, so mixing and matching colours and patterns seems to be her thing.
emma watson
hair color:
light brown
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
bright, wide eyes
long, slender legs
style:
when it comes to fashion, melina is fairly up to date with the clothing, style and colours that she chooses to wear. skirts and cute little ankle boots practically invade her wardrobe, and fluffy blouses seem to also be a favourite. her styles can sometimes be rather tame in appearance, but on the rare occasion that she feels like making a statement, she can sometimes wear things that make people look at her twice to ensure they weren't seeing something. she favours bold colours and things that show off the amazing set of legs she was graced with. when it comes to the make up that she matches with her outfits, she doesn't really go overboard with colour. instead, melina makes her eyes stand out with a lot of eyeliner and mascara, which is usually accompanied by a thin line of colour just along her eyelid to match her chosen colour scheme. fashion has always been of great interest to her, so mixing and matching colours and patterns seems to be her thing.
likes:
flowers, dancing, writing, reading, fashion, chocolate, old movies, romance, daydreaming, muggle movies, history, medicine, helping others, music, playing piano.
dislikes:
people judging based on appearances, stories without happy endings, injustice, liars, cheaters, religion, being told what to do, rap music, death, sunburns, being overly cold.
strengths:
being herself, creating her own style, enjoying herself, dancing, transfiguration, piano.
weaknesses:
always keeping her mouth shut, early mornings, snowfall, dancing, romance.
fears:
death, not finding someone special, being alone.
dreams:
of finding someone to love, of being a dancer or fashion designer.
secrets:
she once read the book the hunchback of notre dame because she learned that she shared the name of the heroine, esmeralda, and now she's terrified of being hung or burned at the stake for witchcraft.
personality:
trustworthy
as a young child, melina was always told of the importance of being an honest person. her parents were quick to tell her and her older brothers that telling the secrets of others or prying into people's lives would bring nothing but trouble and make people regard them as nosy, unworthy of friendships that required trust as the key element of their existance. so from a young age, melina has always done her best to keep herself out of the lives of others where she was not needed or asked for, and if ever she stumbled upon a secret that was not hers to know, then she kept it to herself. if it was a big secret, she developed the habit of writing it down on a piece of paper to get it out of her system before she burned it, thereby letting the secret be known without letting another living soul become aware of what she knew.
soft-spoken
in the nineteen years of her life, never once has melina finnigan raised his voice to her parents, or anyone for that matter. there was only one occasion where she actually said something above an inside whisper, and that was three years ago, when her brother pushed her too far in teasing her choice in boys and clothing. otherwise, she speaks softly, but in a manner that her voice is rather captivating to whichever ears happen to be close enough to listen, much like her laughter. it's almost a chuckle, a sound that comes from deep within her chest and sometimes can resemble a slightly more evil tone. it's a little stranger then most, but soothing if ever you're upset or in need of guidance
optimistic
when something goes wrong and nobody can explain why, nobody can really be blamed for being a little fearful and bitter toward what had happened in the past. but melina takes the opposite approach, insisting that most of those events are intended to happen for a reason. she likes to think that the world is slowly putting itself right again, and that no matter how many times people seem to stumble and fall on the pathway to getting back there, that they are all trying their hardest to make the world a better place. of course, there are those who make this belief much harder to envision, but those are the people that she tends to ignore in favour of looking at the people who do the right thing or at least attempt to help someone else. since humans are the most selfish race out there, she has to resign herself to the fact that nobody is perfect, wizards or muggles, but she holds out a great deal of hope for the future generations to come.
stubborn
after enduring years of people telling her how to dress and how to look, it seems that melina has finally hit a point in her life where she isn't willing to budge. not even her brothers, who are the real reason she has become as interested and bold in her fashion choices as she is, can make their sister change her mind once she's decided what she wants to wear. and in that regard, that stubborn nature seems to carry over into the other aspects of her life as well. she tends to form her opinions of people based on their actions, and if you mess up once, she generally doesn't allow you a second chance to redeem yourself. if you're the kind of person who likes to intimidate people into doing whatever you want, don't thank people and parade yourself around like you're the greatest wizard since merlin, her stubborn nature doesn't allow her to budge from thinking of you like that at all times, even if it's an act only to please those around you. being true to yourself is something she holds dear to her heart, and it absolutely bothers her to think that someone else would be so willing to change themselves just so that someone else will approve of you.
flowers, dancing, writing, reading, fashion, chocolate, old movies, romance, daydreaming, muggle movies, history, medicine, helping others, music, playing piano.
dislikes:
people judging based on appearances, stories without happy endings, injustice, liars, cheaters, religion, being told what to do, rap music, death, sunburns, being overly cold.
strengths:
being herself, creating her own style, enjoying herself, dancing, transfiguration, piano.
weaknesses:
always keeping her mouth shut, early mornings, snowfall, dancing, romance.
fears:
death, not finding someone special, being alone.
dreams:
of finding someone to love, of being a dancer or fashion designer.
secrets:
she once read the book the hunchback of notre dame because she learned that she shared the name of the heroine, esmeralda, and now she's terrified of being hung or burned at the stake for witchcraft.
personality:
trustworthy
as a young child, melina was always told of the importance of being an honest person. her parents were quick to tell her and her older brothers that telling the secrets of others or prying into people's lives would bring nothing but trouble and make people regard them as nosy, unworthy of friendships that required trust as the key element of their existance. so from a young age, melina has always done her best to keep herself out of the lives of others where she was not needed or asked for, and if ever she stumbled upon a secret that was not hers to know, then she kept it to herself. if it was a big secret, she developed the habit of writing it down on a piece of paper to get it out of her system before she burned it, thereby letting the secret be known without letting another living soul become aware of what she knew.
soft-spoken
in the nineteen years of her life, never once has melina finnigan raised his voice to her parents, or anyone for that matter. there was only one occasion where she actually said something above an inside whisper, and that was three years ago, when her brother pushed her too far in teasing her choice in boys and clothing. otherwise, she speaks softly, but in a manner that her voice is rather captivating to whichever ears happen to be close enough to listen, much like her laughter. it's almost a chuckle, a sound that comes from deep within her chest and sometimes can resemble a slightly more evil tone. it's a little stranger then most, but soothing if ever you're upset or in need of guidance
optimistic
when something goes wrong and nobody can explain why, nobody can really be blamed for being a little fearful and bitter toward what had happened in the past. but melina takes the opposite approach, insisting that most of those events are intended to happen for a reason. she likes to think that the world is slowly putting itself right again, and that no matter how many times people seem to stumble and fall on the pathway to getting back there, that they are all trying their hardest to make the world a better place. of course, there are those who make this belief much harder to envision, but those are the people that she tends to ignore in favour of looking at the people who do the right thing or at least attempt to help someone else. since humans are the most selfish race out there, she has to resign herself to the fact that nobody is perfect, wizards or muggles, but she holds out a great deal of hope for the future generations to come.
stubborn
after enduring years of people telling her how to dress and how to look, it seems that melina has finally hit a point in her life where she isn't willing to budge. not even her brothers, who are the real reason she has become as interested and bold in her fashion choices as she is, can make their sister change her mind once she's decided what she wants to wear. and in that regard, that stubborn nature seems to carry over into the other aspects of her life as well. she tends to form her opinions of people based on their actions, and if you mess up once, she generally doesn't allow you a second chance to redeem yourself. if you're the kind of person who likes to intimidate people into doing whatever you want, don't thank people and parade yourself around like you're the greatest wizard since merlin, her stubborn nature doesn't allow her to budge from thinking of you like that at all times, even if it's an act only to please those around you. being true to yourself is something she holds dear to her heart, and it absolutely bothers her to think that someone else would be so willing to change themselves just so that someone else will approve of you.
parents:
jesse finnigan & sandy mayweather
siblings:
male ____ finnigan, twenty-one, senior
male ____ finnigan, twenty, junior
others:
none
history:
born to her parents on the thirteenth of march, melina's birth was an unplanned on on the part of her parents, jesse and sandy finnigan. the couple already had two boys, and although sandy had wanted to try for a girl just once more, the doctors had told her that she wouldn't be able to have anymore children following the complications she experienced during the birth of her second son. devestated, the couple began looking into the idea of adoption before sandy announced one day that she was indeed pregnant. overjoyed, the couple sought the best doctor available to help with the pregnancy, afraid that those complications may arise again and this time prove much more deadly to mother and child. but as luck would have it, both sandy and her little girl came out of the delivery safely, and she was given the name melina esmeralda finnigan.
with her two older brothers around her all the time, melina quickly grew into much of a tomboy, enjoying the summer days outside when she could through a ball around with her brothers or be taught how to play the game of quidditch, a game she came to enjoy greatly in her youth. she was appalled at the thought of wearing a dress, having been forced into one when the family was invited to attend a wedding, and needless to say, the dress was in tatters by the end of the night when melina started running around outside with the boys again. at that point, sandy gave up on trying to dress her daughter like a little girl and simply allowed her to romp around in boyish clothing, knowing that it was at least easier to mend for when she did get herself caught in something or tear holes in the knees of her pants. she spent the first twelve years of her life like this, even when she was invited to attend hogwarts, she refused to wear the skirts that she provided the young ladies. only when she turned thirteen did she finally begin to wear them, noting that they were much cooler for when the weather began to warm up following the winter months.
the biggest change in her life came when she was sixteen, at which point she began to pay attention to what the other girls were really doing with themselves. they would put on tonnes of makeup because apparently that's what all the gorgeous witches were doing, and wearing revealing clothes that quickly took the attention away from their brains and grades and bestowed it on some of their more feminine attributes. for the first little while, she decided to dress just like them, wanting the attention that they were getting from the boys her age and older, not wanting to be left behind in this crucial part of her youth. but when her brother's learned of how she was dressing, they both sat her down for a stern talking to and insisted that she stop dressing like a tramp because she was far prettier then any of them without the overuse of makeup. it was then that melina looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she didn't even like what she saw. the following day, she put only the smallest amount of makeup on to make her eyes stand out, curled her hair a little, and walked proudly through the corridors as people turned to look at her in amazement.
now that she's in university, melina's still not entirely sure what she wants to do with her life. playing the piano has always been a calming thing for her, and so she looked at it as a potential career choice. but again, with urging from her brothers, melina has taken a look at fashion modelling and designing, which definitely hold an allure. she's leaning heavily toward fashion designing, but is afraid that she might throw herself into her work without leaving time for anyone or anything else as many people before her have done. that being said, she's looking at all of the couples around her, and now she knows what she's missing. her mission? to find a man who understands her before the year is out.
jesse finnigan & sandy mayweather
siblings:
male ____ finnigan, twenty-one, senior
male ____ finnigan, twenty, junior
others:
none
history:
born to her parents on the thirteenth of march, melina's birth was an unplanned on on the part of her parents, jesse and sandy finnigan. the couple already had two boys, and although sandy had wanted to try for a girl just once more, the doctors had told her that she wouldn't be able to have anymore children following the complications she experienced during the birth of her second son. devestated, the couple began looking into the idea of adoption before sandy announced one day that she was indeed pregnant. overjoyed, the couple sought the best doctor available to help with the pregnancy, afraid that those complications may arise again and this time prove much more deadly to mother and child. but as luck would have it, both sandy and her little girl came out of the delivery safely, and she was given the name melina esmeralda finnigan.
with her two older brothers around her all the time, melina quickly grew into much of a tomboy, enjoying the summer days outside when she could through a ball around with her brothers or be taught how to play the game of quidditch, a game she came to enjoy greatly in her youth. she was appalled at the thought of wearing a dress, having been forced into one when the family was invited to attend a wedding, and needless to say, the dress was in tatters by the end of the night when melina started running around outside with the boys again. at that point, sandy gave up on trying to dress her daughter like a little girl and simply allowed her to romp around in boyish clothing, knowing that it was at least easier to mend for when she did get herself caught in something or tear holes in the knees of her pants. she spent the first twelve years of her life like this, even when she was invited to attend hogwarts, she refused to wear the skirts that she provided the young ladies. only when she turned thirteen did she finally begin to wear them, noting that they were much cooler for when the weather began to warm up following the winter months.
the biggest change in her life came when she was sixteen, at which point she began to pay attention to what the other girls were really doing with themselves. they would put on tonnes of makeup because apparently that's what all the gorgeous witches were doing, and wearing revealing clothes that quickly took the attention away from their brains and grades and bestowed it on some of their more feminine attributes. for the first little while, she decided to dress just like them, wanting the attention that they were getting from the boys her age and older, not wanting to be left behind in this crucial part of her youth. but when her brother's learned of how she was dressing, they both sat her down for a stern talking to and insisted that she stop dressing like a tramp because she was far prettier then any of them without the overuse of makeup. it was then that melina looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she didn't even like what she saw. the following day, she put only the smallest amount of makeup on to make her eyes stand out, curled her hair a little, and walked proudly through the corridors as people turned to look at her in amazement.
now that she's in university, melina's still not entirely sure what she wants to do with her life. playing the piano has always been a calming thing for her, and so she looked at it as a potential career choice. but again, with urging from her brothers, melina has taken a look at fashion modelling and designing, which definitely hold an allure. she's leaning heavily toward fashion designing, but is afraid that she might throw herself into her work without leaving time for anyone or anything else as many people before her have done. that being said, she's looking at all of the couples around her, and now she knows what she's missing. her mission? to find a man who understands her before the year is out.
rp example:
rising from her nice warm bed was perhaps the hardest part of her day, not wanting to expose her skin to the cooler air that surrounded her dormitory and those with whom she shared the space. but helena knew that if she didn't get up, she wouldn't go out and practise like she had promised she would, which would make it impossible for her to do so later once the rest of the school finally woke up. that was the hardest part of a secret like this, the fact that she had to think clearly in order to keep it a secret. that meant not letting anyone from her large family know, storing objects under her bed where they were out of sight, and taking care to find a place that would allow her to play without worrying that someone will walk in on her at such an early hour.
a soft moan escaped her lips as she turned in her bed, finally forcing her arms to throw back the covers from over her body and finally let the air surrounding her hit with full force, causing a small shiver to course over her pajama clad form. one hand gently rubbed the skin around her eyes to try and wake herself up as she wondered why she couldn't just give herself one saturday off, just one day to sit back and relax like everyone else. but in her head, helena desjardins knew that if she did, she would probably fall into habit just like everyone else and start skipping out on her early morning sessions, therefore falling out of practise and losing any creative muse she might have built over the last few years.
mentally kicking herself for procrastinating, lena sat up and stretched, allowing the kinks in her back and neck to work themselves out a little with her movements as she got to her feet and touched the icy wooden floor with her bare skin. her nerves jumped a little from the early morning shock, but still she pushed herself to grab a pile of fresh clothes out of her trunk before she headed for the shower and the hot water that beckoned to her from within the bathroom of the dormitory. being up that early at least had one perk, she thought to herself as she stepped under the stream of water. it was always nice and hot, to wake her up and take the place of the sheets that she had only just vacated. as it beaded down her body, she closed her eyes and breathed a soft sigh of contentment, bringing her hands up to gently massage the shampoo into her dark curls and scalp. if she had to pick her favourite time of day, this would probably be it, simply because it was quiet enough for her to think without the loud, obnoxious voices of the other students to fill the castle.
but all too soon, she realized that if she wanted to get up to the owlery before everyone woke up, lena turned off the water and quickly grabbed a towel to hold against her body for warmth. it took only a few moments for her to dry herself off completely and change into her clothes, a muggle set of jeans and a sweater of deep scarlet that boldly reflected her gryffindor pride to the eyes of anyone who might still be in the school or perhaps up at that early, ungodly hour. a quick glance in the mirror made her decide to just throw her damp locks into a messy bun, letting them dry into that stranged, crimped style that her father loved so much before she snuck back into the dormitory, carefully pulling the acoustic guitar out from underneath her fourposter bed. nobody else knew that it was there, and she intended to keep that secret to herself for the time being, lest someone else tell her father before she did.
dark eyes glanced around the dormitory carefully for any signs of movement from the others who still lay in their beds, and once she was satisfied that she had not caused any of them to stir, swiftly stepped outside and closed the door before heading down the stone steps that lead her to the common room, glad that her shoes were rather silent along all of the floor surfaces as she moved with the elegance of a ghost out the porthole and toward the steps that would lead her up to the owlery. there was no one else up yet outside of her common room either, which brought a small smile to the girl's lips as she hurried up the steps and into the place where the owls nestled down each night when they were not required for a delivery. and as usual, she took her place on the window sill, sitting with one leg to help support her guitar as she strummed softly and watched the sun begin to rise over the horizon.
"i've always been the kind of girl,
that hid my face.
so afraid to tell the world,
what i've got to say.
but i have this dream,
bright inside of me.
i'm gonna let it show,
it's time to let you know, to let you know.
this is real, this is me,
im exactly where i'm supposed to be.
now, gonna let the light shine on me.
now i've found who i am,
there's no way to hold it in.
no more hiding who i wanna be.
this is me."
the sounds of the guitar mingled her with voice and bounced off of the walls within the owlery, a couple of the birds hooting softly as the noise she made woke them from their slumbers. though they didn't have the voices to complain, she would have loved to have known what they thought at that moment.
rising from her nice warm bed was perhaps the hardest part of her day, not wanting to expose her skin to the cooler air that surrounded her dormitory and those with whom she shared the space. but helena knew that if she didn't get up, she wouldn't go out and practise like she had promised she would, which would make it impossible for her to do so later once the rest of the school finally woke up. that was the hardest part of a secret like this, the fact that she had to think clearly in order to keep it a secret. that meant not letting anyone from her large family know, storing objects under her bed where they were out of sight, and taking care to find a place that would allow her to play without worrying that someone will walk in on her at such an early hour.
a soft moan escaped her lips as she turned in her bed, finally forcing her arms to throw back the covers from over her body and finally let the air surrounding her hit with full force, causing a small shiver to course over her pajama clad form. one hand gently rubbed the skin around her eyes to try and wake herself up as she wondered why she couldn't just give herself one saturday off, just one day to sit back and relax like everyone else. but in her head, helena desjardins knew that if she did, she would probably fall into habit just like everyone else and start skipping out on her early morning sessions, therefore falling out of practise and losing any creative muse she might have built over the last few years.
mentally kicking herself for procrastinating, lena sat up and stretched, allowing the kinks in her back and neck to work themselves out a little with her movements as she got to her feet and touched the icy wooden floor with her bare skin. her nerves jumped a little from the early morning shock, but still she pushed herself to grab a pile of fresh clothes out of her trunk before she headed for the shower and the hot water that beckoned to her from within the bathroom of the dormitory. being up that early at least had one perk, she thought to herself as she stepped under the stream of water. it was always nice and hot, to wake her up and take the place of the sheets that she had only just vacated. as it beaded down her body, she closed her eyes and breathed a soft sigh of contentment, bringing her hands up to gently massage the shampoo into her dark curls and scalp. if she had to pick her favourite time of day, this would probably be it, simply because it was quiet enough for her to think without the loud, obnoxious voices of the other students to fill the castle.
but all too soon, she realized that if she wanted to get up to the owlery before everyone woke up, lena turned off the water and quickly grabbed a towel to hold against her body for warmth. it took only a few moments for her to dry herself off completely and change into her clothes, a muggle set of jeans and a sweater of deep scarlet that boldly reflected her gryffindor pride to the eyes of anyone who might still be in the school or perhaps up at that early, ungodly hour. a quick glance in the mirror made her decide to just throw her damp locks into a messy bun, letting them dry into that stranged, crimped style that her father loved so much before she snuck back into the dormitory, carefully pulling the acoustic guitar out from underneath her fourposter bed. nobody else knew that it was there, and she intended to keep that secret to herself for the time being, lest someone else tell her father before she did.
dark eyes glanced around the dormitory carefully for any signs of movement from the others who still lay in their beds, and once she was satisfied that she had not caused any of them to stir, swiftly stepped outside and closed the door before heading down the stone steps that lead her to the common room, glad that her shoes were rather silent along all of the floor surfaces as she moved with the elegance of a ghost out the porthole and toward the steps that would lead her up to the owlery. there was no one else up yet outside of her common room either, which brought a small smile to the girl's lips as she hurried up the steps and into the place where the owls nestled down each night when they were not required for a delivery. and as usual, she took her place on the window sill, sitting with one leg to help support her guitar as she strummed softly and watched the sun begin to rise over the horizon.
"i've always been the kind of girl,
that hid my face.
so afraid to tell the world,
what i've got to say.
but i have this dream,
bright inside of me.
i'm gonna let it show,
it's time to let you know, to let you know.
this is real, this is me,
im exactly where i'm supposed to be.
now, gonna let the light shine on me.
now i've found who i am,
there's no way to hold it in.
no more hiding who i wanna be.
this is me."
the sounds of the guitar mingled her with voice and bounced off of the walls within the owlery, a couple of the birds hooting softly as the noise she made woke them from their slumbers. though they didn't have the voices to complain, she would have loved to have known what they thought at that moment.
adelle , nineteen , female , pbs , none , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
