Post by remy on Jul 4, 2011 17:07:10 GMT -5
remy annabeth corner
twenty-one , slytherin , senior , lyndsy fonseca , canon
name:
remy annabeth corner
nicknames:
rem, corner
age:
twenty-one
house:
slytherin
occupation:
student
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
serpent scale, elm, 9 ½ inches
relationship status:
single
remy annabeth corner
nicknames:
rem, corner
age:
twenty-one
house:
slytherin
occupation:
student
blood status:
half-blood
wand:
serpent scale, elm, 9 ½ inches
relationship status:
single
play-by:
lyndsy fonseca
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
a faded scar just below her eyebrow from when she was hit with a broom during quidditch practice her fifth year, a birthmark on the left side of her stomach, and a crooked middle finger from breaking it during a fight with her brother; she refused to get it properly looked at, so it didn’t get quite get set back in the right place
style:
remy has never been one to fret too much about her own personal style, although she doesn’t go around looking like an unkempt slob, either. she generally will be seen wearing jeans or shorts (weather permitting, of course) and a plain shirt, as well as more athletic wear, although every once in a while (generally when she decides she wants something and needs to dress to impress) she will wear dresses or skirts and a pretty blouse. she is not a fan of heels however, as she nearly broke her ankle her third year of hogwarts when she attempted to wear them to impress a boy.
lyndsy fonseca
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
a faded scar just below her eyebrow from when she was hit with a broom during quidditch practice her fifth year, a birthmark on the left side of her stomach, and a crooked middle finger from breaking it during a fight with her brother; she refused to get it properly looked at, so it didn’t get quite get set back in the right place
style:
remy has never been one to fret too much about her own personal style, although she doesn’t go around looking like an unkempt slob, either. she generally will be seen wearing jeans or shorts (weather permitting, of course) and a plain shirt, as well as more athletic wear, although every once in a while (generally when she decides she wants something and needs to dress to impress) she will wear dresses or skirts and a pretty blouse. she is not a fan of heels however, as she nearly broke her ankle her third year of hogwarts when she attempted to wear them to impress a boy.
likes:
quidditch, winning, dueling, adventurous activities, being in charge, charming boys, flat shoes, food (all kinds; really), debating, mysteries, reading, competitions, her brother, owls, parties (although she will rarely attend them in fear of mucking up her quidditch and school abilities), sarcasm, rain, and butterbeer
dislikes:
losing, the word “disappointment”, being hungry or sleepy, her parents, cats, heels, being told she isn’t allowed to or cannot do something, being stuck inside on a beautiful day, apologizing, crying, fear, waiting, boys without any social grace, and hearing rumors about herself or people she cares about
strengths:
determined, ambitious, independent, athletic, confident, smooth liar
weaknesses:
selfish tendencies, sore loser, a bit too serious at times, stubborn, avoids certain problems
fears:
getting seriously hurt and ending any chance she had at a quidditch career, being forced to settle, and small spaces
dreams:
to become a professional quidditch player and to prove her parents wrong
secrets:
afraid of ending up alone
personality:
stubborn:
it's true that remy has a hard time backing down from a fight, even when she's already been proven wrong and she knows that she has. she doesn't like being wrong, because it's like admitting defeat, and remy corner is no loser. in fact, not being a loser was the very first thing her parents taught her growing up, and while she may not get along or even like her parents, it doesn't stop their influence from affecting her. that's all it seems to be about with her, winning. competing and winning. fighting and winning. everything is a win or lose situation and she will not give up on something until it's exactly how she thinks it is supposed to be.
independent:
don't rely on anyone but yourself. it's something remy lives by, really, and accepting someone else's help is like she's pulling her own teeth out, so she doesn't allow people to give her a hand very often. when she does, however, she has clearly either hit rock bottom and is about to have some sort of mental breakdown if she doesn't receive help, or she's in a remarkably good mood and doesn't care about her pride in that moment. of course, on the flip side, she's constantly putting herself between what others are doing because she doesn't believe they're doing it right, and also because she likes the power it gives her to be in control, even if it's only for a moment.
sarcastic:
honestly, a lot of the stuff that comes out of remy's mouth is some sort of smart arse remark. it's part of the reason she got in trouble with her parents more than her brother when she was growing up, as well as teachers from time-to-time. of course, now remy's got the respect routine pretty much down and uses it instead on her fellow peers and anyone who isn't in a real position of authority.
adventurous:
if it's a beautiful day (and sometimes even if it's not) all remy wants to do is have some sort of adventure, whether it be something simple like walking around with no real direction or idea on how they might get back, or something a bit crazier like dragon riding (of course, that doesn't really exist, but i guarantee you if it did, remy would do it). she likes to try new things, although at the same time, finds herself a bit more hesitant in the case of trying out new types of people. she feels the people she has in her life are enough, and isn't one to actually let too many new people in.
confident:
now, she wouldn't say she walks on water, but she does seem to deem herself to be pretty close to that amount of amazing. yes, sometimes she can be more arrogant than confident and therefore becomes rather irritating, and there are, in fact, very few things that will knock her off her pedestal. calling her a disappointment, for example, will crush her ego entirely, probably because of the words her parents had called her all those years. in fact, as far as she can tell, her parents are the only people that can really bring her down.
honest:
it's hard to believe someone like her doesn't lie all the time, but for the most part, she's able to keep herself pretty honest. she doesn't like all the extra trouble lies cause, and will only use them under dire circumstances. if she doesn't like you, she'll let you know. if she does, she'll let you know. just don't ask her if she loves you, because she will always say no, whether it's the truth or not. to her, love is yet another weakness, just another thing that could bring her down. then again, she still hasn't entirely recovered from that broken heart in her seventh year at hogwarts. she had broken plenty of hearts before, and plenty after for that matter, but it has remained the only time her heart has been broken.
quidditch, winning, dueling, adventurous activities, being in charge, charming boys, flat shoes, food (all kinds; really), debating, mysteries, reading, competitions, her brother, owls, parties (although she will rarely attend them in fear of mucking up her quidditch and school abilities), sarcasm, rain, and butterbeer
dislikes:
losing, the word “disappointment”, being hungry or sleepy, her parents, cats, heels, being told she isn’t allowed to or cannot do something, being stuck inside on a beautiful day, apologizing, crying, fear, waiting, boys without any social grace, and hearing rumors about herself or people she cares about
strengths:
determined, ambitious, independent, athletic, confident, smooth liar
weaknesses:
selfish tendencies, sore loser, a bit too serious at times, stubborn, avoids certain problems
fears:
getting seriously hurt and ending any chance she had at a quidditch career, being forced to settle, and small spaces
dreams:
to become a professional quidditch player and to prove her parents wrong
secrets:
afraid of ending up alone
personality:
stubborn:
it's true that remy has a hard time backing down from a fight, even when she's already been proven wrong and she knows that she has. she doesn't like being wrong, because it's like admitting defeat, and remy corner is no loser. in fact, not being a loser was the very first thing her parents taught her growing up, and while she may not get along or even like her parents, it doesn't stop their influence from affecting her. that's all it seems to be about with her, winning. competing and winning. fighting and winning. everything is a win or lose situation and she will not give up on something until it's exactly how she thinks it is supposed to be.
independent:
don't rely on anyone but yourself. it's something remy lives by, really, and accepting someone else's help is like she's pulling her own teeth out, so she doesn't allow people to give her a hand very often. when she does, however, she has clearly either hit rock bottom and is about to have some sort of mental breakdown if she doesn't receive help, or she's in a remarkably good mood and doesn't care about her pride in that moment. of course, on the flip side, she's constantly putting herself between what others are doing because she doesn't believe they're doing it right, and also because she likes the power it gives her to be in control, even if it's only for a moment.
sarcastic:
honestly, a lot of the stuff that comes out of remy's mouth is some sort of smart arse remark. it's part of the reason she got in trouble with her parents more than her brother when she was growing up, as well as teachers from time-to-time. of course, now remy's got the respect routine pretty much down and uses it instead on her fellow peers and anyone who isn't in a real position of authority.
adventurous:
if it's a beautiful day (and sometimes even if it's not) all remy wants to do is have some sort of adventure, whether it be something simple like walking around with no real direction or idea on how they might get back, or something a bit crazier like dragon riding (of course, that doesn't really exist, but i guarantee you if it did, remy would do it). she likes to try new things, although at the same time, finds herself a bit more hesitant in the case of trying out new types of people. she feels the people she has in her life are enough, and isn't one to actually let too many new people in.
confident:
now, she wouldn't say she walks on water, but she does seem to deem herself to be pretty close to that amount of amazing. yes, sometimes she can be more arrogant than confident and therefore becomes rather irritating, and there are, in fact, very few things that will knock her off her pedestal. calling her a disappointment, for example, will crush her ego entirely, probably because of the words her parents had called her all those years. in fact, as far as she can tell, her parents are the only people that can really bring her down.
honest:
it's hard to believe someone like her doesn't lie all the time, but for the most part, she's able to keep herself pretty honest. she doesn't like all the extra trouble lies cause, and will only use them under dire circumstances. if she doesn't like you, she'll let you know. if she does, she'll let you know. just don't ask her if she loves you, because she will always say no, whether it's the truth or not. to her, love is yet another weakness, just another thing that could bring her down. then again, she still hasn't entirely recovered from that broken heart in her seventh year at hogwarts. she had broken plenty of hearts before, and plenty after for that matter, but it has remained the only time her heart has been broken.
parents:
james corner and abigail peterson
siblings:
______ ______ corner , brother, twenty , junior
others:
related to davies
history:
james corner and abigail peterson met at hogwarts during their fifth year. until that point, neither one had much to the other as james was a slytherin and abigail was a ravenclaw, but they had been paired together for a potions project. apparently, the two seemed to think they worked quite well together, and soon thereafter, they began to date. there was a brief break between the two during sixth year, but for the most part, they had been together for the rest of their hogwarts careers, and then some. her father went off to become an auror, and her mother became a healer at st. mungos. after a few years, the two got married, and around a year later, remy annabeth corner was born, followed a year later by her younger brother.
remy was taught all the rules of quidditch and how to ride a broomstick before she was even old enough to really play the game, but remy knew, even at such a young age, that quidditch was something she loved and something she wanted to do forever if at all possible. her father seemed pleased to hear this, although her mother did seem to think a better route could have been possible for her daughter, one that was a bit more reliable. her father pushed her harder and harder and while she was definitely putting her whole heart into it, it wasn't enough for her father. it was quite a shock that his brutal training didn't deter her from ever playing the sport again, but her determination to prove to him that she could, in fact, do it (and her undying love for the sport) was stronger than any of the words he shouted at her. one day, when she was around eleven, she had asked her father for a bit of help, to which he replied that corner's did not need help. they only relied on themselves. an odd thing to say to an eleven-year-old, yes? yet, it seemed to stick with her.
as she grew older, she began to resent her father more, but at the same time, sought his approval for everything she did. for whatever reason, it was never good enough for the man and he always stuck his nose up at her. her mother, while a bit more kind than her father, was surprisingly cold whenever remy tried to confide in her about her downfalls or worries. sometimes, remy would wonder how a woman like that was able to be a healer, but she supposed she was at least able to keep calm under the more strenuous situations. when it came to her relationship with her brother, things were a bit different. he was certainly less intense than her, but for the most part it seemed to work. of course, like all brothers and sisters, they fought, and the only time her brother won was when he broke her finger. the boy, who didn't even seem to belong in the competitive, cold family, apologized for months, but remy didn't like hearing apologies any more than she liked saying them and she waved them off rather easily.
during her time at hogwarts, remy found out that, while she enjoyed adventurous activities that really got her heart going, she also liked books. granted, she didn't, and still doesn't, really all the time, but she found it was one of the few things that really relaxed her. she had hoped when she was sorted as a slytherin that her father would have been proud, but he seemed rather indifferent about the whole thing. she also thought he might show some interest in knowing she had gotten the position of seeker when she was only in her second year, but that wasn't enough for him, either. it wouldn't stop her from trying, of course, but it did make her angry and she became far more serious about, well, everything after her sixth year at school. it didn't mean she didn't occasionally let loose and have fun and have her little adventures, but they weren't nearly as frequent as they used to be.
during her seventh year, she had met a boy. while she didn't normally let her own feelings cloud her judgment for fear of it throwing her off her game, she had started dating him and by the end of the year, it seemed the boy had lost interest and he broke it off. while she had dated a little before him, and would date a little after him, she hadn't ever experienced a broken heart. she didn't love those other boys nor did she think she ever actually would have even when she first started dating them, but she was sure she loved him. from that point on, remy seemed to stick to harmless flirting and the occasional date that always turned out to be a dud.
once university came around, remy worked hard to get the biggest position of power on the quidditch team: captain. she, of course, didn't gain said position straightaway, but by junior year, it was finally offered to her. still, her father didn't seem to care, and she wondered what made the man so unable to even feign pride for either one of his children, and why she even still cared. now, she is hoping to be scouted into a professional team and nothing, and i mean nothing, is going to stand in her way. it's high time her father saw just how successful she could really be, and when she was rich and famous and he was praising her for all her success, she would only give him the same look he seemed to be giving her all those years, a look that said you could really do better than that.
james corner and abigail peterson
siblings:
______ ______ corner , brother, twenty , junior
others:
related to davies
history:
james corner and abigail peterson met at hogwarts during their fifth year. until that point, neither one had much to the other as james was a slytherin and abigail was a ravenclaw, but they had been paired together for a potions project. apparently, the two seemed to think they worked quite well together, and soon thereafter, they began to date. there was a brief break between the two during sixth year, but for the most part, they had been together for the rest of their hogwarts careers, and then some. her father went off to become an auror, and her mother became a healer at st. mungos. after a few years, the two got married, and around a year later, remy annabeth corner was born, followed a year later by her younger brother.
remy was taught all the rules of quidditch and how to ride a broomstick before she was even old enough to really play the game, but remy knew, even at such a young age, that quidditch was something she loved and something she wanted to do forever if at all possible. her father seemed pleased to hear this, although her mother did seem to think a better route could have been possible for her daughter, one that was a bit more reliable. her father pushed her harder and harder and while she was definitely putting her whole heart into it, it wasn't enough for her father. it was quite a shock that his brutal training didn't deter her from ever playing the sport again, but her determination to prove to him that she could, in fact, do it (and her undying love for the sport) was stronger than any of the words he shouted at her. one day, when she was around eleven, she had asked her father for a bit of help, to which he replied that corner's did not need help. they only relied on themselves. an odd thing to say to an eleven-year-old, yes? yet, it seemed to stick with her.
as she grew older, she began to resent her father more, but at the same time, sought his approval for everything she did. for whatever reason, it was never good enough for the man and he always stuck his nose up at her. her mother, while a bit more kind than her father, was surprisingly cold whenever remy tried to confide in her about her downfalls or worries. sometimes, remy would wonder how a woman like that was able to be a healer, but she supposed she was at least able to keep calm under the more strenuous situations. when it came to her relationship with her brother, things were a bit different. he was certainly less intense than her, but for the most part it seemed to work. of course, like all brothers and sisters, they fought, and the only time her brother won was when he broke her finger. the boy, who didn't even seem to belong in the competitive, cold family, apologized for months, but remy didn't like hearing apologies any more than she liked saying them and she waved them off rather easily.
during her time at hogwarts, remy found out that, while she enjoyed adventurous activities that really got her heart going, she also liked books. granted, she didn't, and still doesn't, really all the time, but she found it was one of the few things that really relaxed her. she had hoped when she was sorted as a slytherin that her father would have been proud, but he seemed rather indifferent about the whole thing. she also thought he might show some interest in knowing she had gotten the position of seeker when she was only in her second year, but that wasn't enough for him, either. it wouldn't stop her from trying, of course, but it did make her angry and she became far more serious about, well, everything after her sixth year at school. it didn't mean she didn't occasionally let loose and have fun and have her little adventures, but they weren't nearly as frequent as they used to be.
during her seventh year, she had met a boy. while she didn't normally let her own feelings cloud her judgment for fear of it throwing her off her game, she had started dating him and by the end of the year, it seemed the boy had lost interest and he broke it off. while she had dated a little before him, and would date a little after him, she hadn't ever experienced a broken heart. she didn't love those other boys nor did she think she ever actually would have even when she first started dating them, but she was sure she loved him. from that point on, remy seemed to stick to harmless flirting and the occasional date that always turned out to be a dud.
once university came around, remy worked hard to get the biggest position of power on the quidditch team: captain. she, of course, didn't gain said position straightaway, but by junior year, it was finally offered to her. still, her father didn't seem to care, and she wondered what made the man so unable to even feign pride for either one of his children, and why she even still cared. now, she is hoping to be scouted into a professional team and nothing, and i mean nothing, is going to stand in her way. it's high time her father saw just how successful she could really be, and when she was rich and famous and he was praising her for all her success, she would only give him the same look he seemed to be giving her all those years, a look that said you could really do better than that.
rp example:
Valora had spent far more time in her hideout than she’d intended, but there was something about being home that seemed so…unappealing to her at that moment. Maybe she was just sick of Cal’s behavior. Maybe she didn’t feel like looking at her mother, who always looked so tired and beaten down. Maybe her little sisters just seemed like too much to be around at the moment. Maybe she just needed some time alone with her stray animals. Whatever the case was, the alone time was nice. Peaceful. Quiet.
Well, save for the wild turkey she found earlier that morning who would not stop its gobbling. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. It was hurt, its wing clearly causing it pain. She supposed she could kill it, even if it was illegal to do so, but she couldn’t bear the thought of killing anything. Besides, it wasn’t like her family needed the food; Callum’s victor earnings were more than enough to keep the family going. Still, she wasn’t the greatest of nurses, and to be honest, wasn’t a huge fan of the turkey as it was. It kept pecking at her, even when it was in its cage and obviously couldn’t reach her. “Oh, shush you,” she snapped quietly at it. It let out one more low gobble and bent its head down.
Running a hand through her hair, Valora made one last round to make sure all of her strays were attended to. The jet black dog she found a few weeks ago, who she called Reg, was acting particularly odd when she got around to greet him. He sniffed at the air and his ears perked up, as if there was danger ahead. Feeling anxious that someone might have found her, she asked, “What’s wrong, boy?” as if he could answer. Perhaps being all alone in the middle of nowhere was really getting to her head after all. There was the quietest rustling of leaves as Val reached for the small pocket knife in her pocket. She had swiped it from her father’s dresser and he had yet to realize it was missing, not that she was terribly surprised. She knew it wouldn’t be missed. With her heart in her throat, Valora gripped the knife tightly and was just about to make her way toward the noise when a stray dog appeared. It was struggling, and as she looked closer, she saw the crimson colored blood dripping from its throat. Her heart sank at the sight, but she breathed a sigh of relief that it was just a dog. Until she realized something had to be responsible for the damage to it, that is.
Right then, Reg took off toward where the stray dog had just come from. Taking one quick glance down toward the dying dog, Valora decided it was a lost cause and followed Reg, knowing full well it wasn’t a good idea. Just because she had the knife didn’t mean a thing; Val still wasn’t that much of a fighter unless involved words. Maybe she could swear at whoever lay ahead to intimidate them and make them run away, but the odds would be slim. “Reg!” Valora called out breathlessly just as the dog came into view, along with a boy about her age who she knew she had never seen before. She raised an eyebrow at the stranger and stopped dead in her tracks, keeping close to Reg. Unfortunately enough, the dog would be a better fighter than her. “Is this place yours?” he asked, but Valora wasn’t quick to answer. She was too busy eyeing him, trying to decide whether she should run right away or stick around and risk having to fight him if it came to that. Clearly choosing the former and ignoring his question, she said in a sharp tone, “Did you cut that dog’s throat back there?” All right, there were bigger questions to be answered, but it was first to pop into her head.
Valora had spent far more time in her hideout than she’d intended, but there was something about being home that seemed so…unappealing to her at that moment. Maybe she was just sick of Cal’s behavior. Maybe she didn’t feel like looking at her mother, who always looked so tired and beaten down. Maybe her little sisters just seemed like too much to be around at the moment. Maybe she just needed some time alone with her stray animals. Whatever the case was, the alone time was nice. Peaceful. Quiet.
Well, save for the wild turkey she found earlier that morning who would not stop its gobbling. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. It was hurt, its wing clearly causing it pain. She supposed she could kill it, even if it was illegal to do so, but she couldn’t bear the thought of killing anything. Besides, it wasn’t like her family needed the food; Callum’s victor earnings were more than enough to keep the family going. Still, she wasn’t the greatest of nurses, and to be honest, wasn’t a huge fan of the turkey as it was. It kept pecking at her, even when it was in its cage and obviously couldn’t reach her. “Oh, shush you,” she snapped quietly at it. It let out one more low gobble and bent its head down.
Running a hand through her hair, Valora made one last round to make sure all of her strays were attended to. The jet black dog she found a few weeks ago, who she called Reg, was acting particularly odd when she got around to greet him. He sniffed at the air and his ears perked up, as if there was danger ahead. Feeling anxious that someone might have found her, she asked, “What’s wrong, boy?” as if he could answer. Perhaps being all alone in the middle of nowhere was really getting to her head after all. There was the quietest rustling of leaves as Val reached for the small pocket knife in her pocket. She had swiped it from her father’s dresser and he had yet to realize it was missing, not that she was terribly surprised. She knew it wouldn’t be missed. With her heart in her throat, Valora gripped the knife tightly and was just about to make her way toward the noise when a stray dog appeared. It was struggling, and as she looked closer, she saw the crimson colored blood dripping from its throat. Her heart sank at the sight, but she breathed a sigh of relief that it was just a dog. Until she realized something had to be responsible for the damage to it, that is.
Right then, Reg took off toward where the stray dog had just come from. Taking one quick glance down toward the dying dog, Valora decided it was a lost cause and followed Reg, knowing full well it wasn’t a good idea. Just because she had the knife didn’t mean a thing; Val still wasn’t that much of a fighter unless involved words. Maybe she could swear at whoever lay ahead to intimidate them and make them run away, but the odds would be slim. “Reg!” Valora called out breathlessly just as the dog came into view, along with a boy about her age who she knew she had never seen before. She raised an eyebrow at the stranger and stopped dead in her tracks, keeping close to Reg. Unfortunately enough, the dog would be a better fighter than her. “Is this place yours?” he asked, but Valora wasn’t quick to answer. She was too busy eyeing him, trying to decide whether she should run right away or stick around and risk having to fight him if it came to that. Clearly choosing the former and ignoring his question, she said in a sharp tone, “Did you cut that dog’s throat back there?” All right, there were bigger questions to be answered, but it was first to pop into her head.
wynn , eighteen , female , caution , n/a , a promise doesn’t mean a thing anymore
