Post by natasha l. pritchard on Jul 12, 2011 2:42:43 GMT -5
tashia lanette pritchard
twenty-one , slytherin , senior , adriana lima , canon
name:
natasha lanette pritcahrd
nicknames:
tashia
"it's not tasha. don't think one minute that it is. you pronounce it "tah-c-ah." barely anybody knows my real name. i prefer to not be called natasha."
age:
twenty-one
house:
slytherin
occupation:
student
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
"my wand is 7 inchesthat's what HE said kelpie hair and cocobolo."
relationship status:
singleand not looking
natasha lanette pritcahrd
nicknames:
tashia
"it's not tasha. don't think one minute that it is. you pronounce it "tah-c-ah." barely anybody knows my real name. i prefer to not be called natasha."
age:
twenty-one
house:
slytherin
occupation:
student
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
"my wand is 7 inches
relationship status:
single
play-by:
adriana lima
hair color:
brown
eye color:
green
distinguishing features:
"i'd say that my lips, tanned skinand the thinness of my arms paired with my visible spine and rib bones and long nose would be identifying features."
style:
style here
adriana lima
hair color:
brown
eye color:
green
distinguishing features:
"i'd say that my lips, tanned skin
style:
style here
likes:
"i'm not too picky of a girl. i like summer, shopping, card games, peanuts, my best friends and when i say "best friends" i don't mean it in the way most girls do. these girls have been with me for years. we're tight as ever. it's not like i just meet them yesterday and we have 'oh so much in common.' quidditch has always been something i've enjoyed doing on my spare time, as well as any type of magical creature. it's a weird thing to like doing, but i love night walks. i especially loved going through the forbidden forest back at hogwarts. horror movies are great too, even though it's not as exhilerating. it's simple enough to say that i like boys, but too complicated of a matter to get into my type. i don't like nosy people or old pictures of myself. the way i looked isn't something i like to be reminded of. the past should stay in the past, not be brought up to torture me. oh. and i almost forgot because, for me, it's obvious that i like it. i have a pretty bad obsession with lipstick. i have dozens of shades in my room, and i always carry at least one red and one nude in my purse at all times."
dislikes:
"although i'm all for design, i don't like patterns. they're getting quite tacky these days. i've found ever since i was a child that stuffed animals scare me. i always had dreams that they came alive during the night. i know, it's typically with porcelin dolls but mine wasn't. oh. and for all you guys out there, i hate chocolate. dark. light. milky. any. it's too sweet. when in the muggle world, i don't like small cars. they're not as safe, and they don't emphasize strength enough. women with big trucks look better. it's a fact. although it isn't in general, i don't like bright colors on me. i'm more of a neutral kind of girl. the rain has always been gross to me. i don't like being wet. getting inside after being in the rain and having clothes stick to your skin isn't flattering. it's easy to say that i've had enough of that for a lifetime. grumpy old people get on my nerves. yes, it sounds awful but hey, i'm just putting it out there. people agree, they're just too pussy to say it outloud. there's never really been a reason for it, but i also don't like flowers. okayso, that's a lie. there is a reason. but it's.. weird. truth be told, they make me naesous. lastly, even though it makes me sound egotistical, i dislike no name stuff. i only do brands. it's how i was raised. i prefer to look good, not cheap."
strengths:
strengths here
weaknesses:
weaknesses here
fears:
"when people let fear override there life, they don't live. i like to think that there is nothing to fear, but i'm human. i fear gaining weight, my hair falling out, being potioned, growing a duck bill and losing my best friends. they're all reasonable, really.
dreams:
"there aren't many things i look for in my future. looking forward is better than back, but still i stay in the present as much as possible. if anything, i dream for all of the people who made fun of fun of me and my girls togo burn in hell spend a day in our shoes. i do thank them for making me how strong i am today. that isn't the point though. it was wrong. majorly. most girls dream for a man, and i'm not the exception to this. however, i wish for a man that can look at my childhood pictures and call me cute while laughing with me, not at me."
secrets:
"a few years ago, about two months after i developed, my mind started up into paranoia. it was then that i started to be bulimic. i haven't opened up to any of my friends. i'm fine and it's not like i'm going to get worse.. so what. i feel lightheaded and skip meals. what's the big deal? there's no need for my to get them worried over nothing.
personality:
mysterious&sarcastic
tashia doesn't open up to people besides her beside. looking in from the outside, you see a beautiful girl who has a bunch of friends and what seems like no problems. she keeps her personal life personal. it doesn't get much more complicated to understand. in reality, she has her problems. she struggles with bulima and never feels like she's going to stay pretty. often she feels like it's some kind of sick joke and one day it's all going to disappear. poof. because of the fact that she was once an 'ugly duckling,' tashia doesn't have an ego. she treasures being beautiful and although she sticks it out and seems proud, inside there is always conflict. when speaking to nataha, she can easily come off as rude if you don't know her well. people asking stupid questions will know that they are doing so, as she is the type to point it out. in no way is she a bully, like most she does have her rough side though. sarcasm has always been tashia's way of being funny. she has never been a jokster and when it comes to having fun, her comments are usually witty and sarcastic. you grow to love it or you dig into hating it. the same thing went for tashia herself; you either loved or hated her as an entirety.
tough&defensive
back when the girls were ugly ducklings, tashia was the one who was always able to stick it out the most. she was the eldest- she had to set the example for the younger girls. tashia always was able to take the comments that came her way, as well as the laughs and murmuring behind her back. yes, it did bother her but she always tried to just shrug it off. she knew that guys wouldn't come her way and accepted that. her mom had always told her that lesbians had it right, but unfortunetly she wasn't attracted to women so she was stuck with the dick. as tashia grew older and into her new apperance, she stayed the same with guys. she didn't expect them to come to her, but when they did she shoe'd them off. she may look different, she was still the same girl though. by keeping her girls close and making sure all of them were looked after, especially in that department, there was never a moment where anyone would see her as soft or near breaking down. not even a flinch when it came to memories of the old days. she saw herself as the rolemodel and there was no way she wanted to let her girls down. if anything were to ever happen to any one of them, no matter with who involved, she would step right up and be there for them, protecting them the whole time. they were never alone, and she wanted them to know that for sure. some would say she was the mother of the group.
outspoken&independent
"i'm not too picky of a girl. i like summer, shopping, card games, peanuts, my best friends and when i say "best friends" i don't mean it in the way most girls do. these girls have been with me for years. we're tight as ever. it's not like i just meet them yesterday and we have 'oh so much in common.' quidditch has always been something i've enjoyed doing on my spare time, as well as any type of magical creature. it's a weird thing to like doing, but i love night walks. i especially loved going through the forbidden forest back at hogwarts. horror movies are great too, even though it's not as exhilerating. it's simple enough to say that i like boys, but too complicated of a matter to get into my type. i don't like nosy people or old pictures of myself. the way i looked isn't something i like to be reminded of. the past should stay in the past, not be brought up to torture me. oh. and i almost forgot because, for me, it's obvious that i like it. i have a pretty bad obsession with lipstick. i have dozens of shades in my room, and i always carry at least one red and one nude in my purse at all times."
dislikes:
"although i'm all for design, i don't like patterns. they're getting quite tacky these days. i've found ever since i was a child that stuffed animals scare me. i always had dreams that they came alive during the night. i know, it's typically with porcelin dolls but mine wasn't. oh. and for all you guys out there, i hate chocolate. dark. light. milky. any. it's too sweet. when in the muggle world, i don't like small cars. they're not as safe, and they don't emphasize strength enough. women with big trucks look better. it's a fact. although it isn't in general, i don't like bright colors on me. i'm more of a neutral kind of girl. the rain has always been gross to me. i don't like being wet. getting inside after being in the rain and having clothes stick to your skin isn't flattering. it's easy to say that i've had enough of that for a lifetime. grumpy old people get on my nerves. yes, it sounds awful but hey, i'm just putting it out there. people agree, they're just too pussy to say it outloud. there's never really been a reason for it, but i also don't like flowers. okayso, that's a lie. there is a reason. but it's.. weird. truth be told, they make me naesous. lastly, even though it makes me sound egotistical, i dislike no name stuff. i only do brands. it's how i was raised. i prefer to look good, not cheap."
strengths:
strengths here
weaknesses:
weaknesses here
fears:
"when people let fear override there life, they don't live. i like to think that there is nothing to fear, but i'm human. i fear gaining weight, my hair falling out, being potioned, growing a duck bill and losing my best friends. they're all reasonable, really.
dreams:
"there aren't many things i look for in my future. looking forward is better than back, but still i stay in the present as much as possible. if anything, i dream for all of the people who made fun of fun of me and my girls to
secrets:
"a few years ago, about two months after i developed, my mind started up into paranoia. it was then that i started to be bulimic. i haven't opened up to any of my friends. i'm fine and it's not like i'm going to get worse.. so what. i feel lightheaded and skip meals. what's the big deal? there's no need for my to get them worried over nothing.
personality:
mysterious&sarcastic
tashia doesn't open up to people besides her beside. looking in from the outside, you see a beautiful girl who has a bunch of friends and what seems like no problems. she keeps her personal life personal. it doesn't get much more complicated to understand. in reality, she has her problems. she struggles with bulima and never feels like she's going to stay pretty. often she feels like it's some kind of sick joke and one day it's all going to disappear. poof. because of the fact that she was once an 'ugly duckling,' tashia doesn't have an ego. she treasures being beautiful and although she sticks it out and seems proud, inside there is always conflict. when speaking to nataha, she can easily come off as rude if you don't know her well. people asking stupid questions will know that they are doing so, as she is the type to point it out. in no way is she a bully, like most she does have her rough side though. sarcasm has always been tashia's way of being funny. she has never been a jokster and when it comes to having fun, her comments are usually witty and sarcastic. you grow to love it or you dig into hating it. the same thing went for tashia herself; you either loved or hated her as an entirety.
tough&defensive
back when the girls were ugly ducklings, tashia was the one who was always able to stick it out the most. she was the eldest- she had to set the example for the younger girls. tashia always was able to take the comments that came her way, as well as the laughs and murmuring behind her back. yes, it did bother her but she always tried to just shrug it off. she knew that guys wouldn't come her way and accepted that. her mom had always told her that lesbians had it right, but unfortunetly she wasn't attracted to women so she was stuck with the dick. as tashia grew older and into her new apperance, she stayed the same with guys. she didn't expect them to come to her, but when they did she shoe'd them off. she may look different, she was still the same girl though. by keeping her girls close and making sure all of them were looked after, especially in that department, there was never a moment where anyone would see her as soft or near breaking down. not even a flinch when it came to memories of the old days. she saw herself as the rolemodel and there was no way she wanted to let her girls down. if anything were to ever happen to any one of them, no matter with who involved, she would step right up and be there for them, protecting them the whole time. they were never alone, and she wanted them to know that for sure. some would say she was the mother of the group.
outspoken&independent
parents:
scott pritchard & nadine vaisley
siblings:
a young brother and sister.
&& ______ ______ pritchard , twenty , junior
&& ______ ______ pritchard , nineteen , sophomore
others:
vaisley family - cousins, aunt & uncle
history:
the childhood years
"The name's Natasha Lanette Pritchard. BUT don't call me that. I prefer Tashia. I haven't gone by the name Natasha in a long time, barely anyone even knows that's my real name for that matter. Another candle is lit on my cake on November 16th- my birthday for those of you who are a little slower in the head. My parents were sweet people. They truely loved each other, unlike most pureblood parents that faked their way through life to try and out-do the other families. My life as a toodler was filled with gifts, love and anything I could really imagine. I always had the best. There are pictures everything showing me just how lucky I was; at least that's what everyone else tells me. When I look at those pictures of me as a child, all I see is a baby with lips too big for it's face, round eyes that take up more space then they should and a thin stomach. Nobody thinks thin babies are cute! That's the one time you're supposed to have chub. But no. I was never that fortunate. Nothing changed as I grew older. Years passed and I was still awkwardly shaped, features not proprotionate with the rest of me. The odd thing was, I wasn't alone. I met my best friends at a young age. We all clicked because of that one thing in common- we were ugly. If you can't tell, i'm blunt. Something I grew to have at the age of five when my siblings ticked me off. I never held anything back from them. They backed off much better when I just let them have it. I was the eldest. Ugly or not, on the outside I tried not to let it overpower how I lived."
the ugly ducking goes to hogwarts
"by the time i was eleven i had recieved my acceptance letter from hogwarts. i was due to go to school soon, and i was pumped that all of my best friends were going to be there with me. i was sorted into slytherin when i went up to the hat. the only thing i could think of was people staring at me though. that and the murmurs. my self-confidence was a drag. but i had to be strong. for my girls. i was the eldest of them all so i had to set an example. that's how it went on when each and every one of them joined me. i felt the need to make sure they never got too down or that people didn't say stuff to their face. i hated to see anyone of them upset. throughout the years, i had great grades. boys weren't a roadblock for me because they wouldn't even look twice. i could have been a ravenclaw with how much i learned in a short amount of time. i considered joining the quidditch team but thought against it, wanting to stay in my safe haven with the girls, away from laughter and eyes. the limelight just wasn't for me. it also didn't help with a girl from my year- a veela girl, for that matter- trying out at the same time. the way she flaunted her beauty around was depressing to the pretty people, so imagine what i felt like that time: in the sewer with the rats and shit.
in my last year of hogwarts, life changed for me. my features stated to proportion themselves, i grew curves in all the right places and my natural tan, being the only thing i ever had going for me, tied everything together perfectly. out of nowhere, i was beautiful. guys started to pay attention to me, flirting it up and ask my name. when i told them, they simply laughed and murmured there 'yeah rights.' in a way, being one of the ugly ducklings did me well. now i know all guys are dickbags. i haven't met one decent one yet, and in my last year of hogwarts i was seventeen. like come on. not one! life at home was still the same, i had great friends who also started to bloom into the beautiful flowers that had always been waiting to reveal themselves and my grades were amazing. what more could a girl ask for? from the outside, life seemed perfect. all i hear from that statement is a big, abnoxious buzzer going on forever. you know, like the ones in the shows that state your wrong so everyone in a ten mile radius can hear it. anyways, everything started to unravel a few months out of hogwarts and about a month before university. being beautiful, well, i treasured it. i'm always frightened that it's a joke that'll be taken back because i don't somehow deserve it. when i say it outloud, it sounds silly but in the end, it lead me to be bulimic."
university rolls around
scott pritchard & nadine vaisley
siblings:
a young brother and sister.
&& ______ ______ pritchard , twenty , junior
&& ______ ______ pritchard , nineteen , sophomore
others:
vaisley family - cousins, aunt & uncle
history:
the childhood years
"The name's Natasha Lanette Pritchard. BUT don't call me that. I prefer Tashia. I haven't gone by the name Natasha in a long time, barely anyone even knows that's my real name for that matter. Another candle is lit on my cake on November 16th- my birthday for those of you who are a little slower in the head. My parents were sweet people. They truely loved each other, unlike most pureblood parents that faked their way through life to try and out-do the other families. My life as a toodler was filled with gifts, love and anything I could really imagine. I always had the best. There are pictures everything showing me just how lucky I was; at least that's what everyone else tells me. When I look at those pictures of me as a child, all I see is a baby with lips too big for it's face, round eyes that take up more space then they should and a thin stomach. Nobody thinks thin babies are cute! That's the one time you're supposed to have chub. But no. I was never that fortunate. Nothing changed as I grew older. Years passed and I was still awkwardly shaped, features not proprotionate with the rest of me. The odd thing was, I wasn't alone. I met my best friends at a young age. We all clicked because of that one thing in common- we were ugly. If you can't tell, i'm blunt. Something I grew to have at the age of five when my siblings ticked me off. I never held anything back from them. They backed off much better when I just let them have it. I was the eldest. Ugly or not, on the outside I tried not to let it overpower how I lived."
the ugly ducking goes to hogwarts
"by the time i was eleven i had recieved my acceptance letter from hogwarts. i was due to go to school soon, and i was pumped that all of my best friends were going to be there with me. i was sorted into slytherin when i went up to the hat. the only thing i could think of was people staring at me though. that and the murmurs. my self-confidence was a drag. but i had to be strong. for my girls. i was the eldest of them all so i had to set an example. that's how it went on when each and every one of them joined me. i felt the need to make sure they never got too down or that people didn't say stuff to their face. i hated to see anyone of them upset. throughout the years, i had great grades. boys weren't a roadblock for me because they wouldn't even look twice. i could have been a ravenclaw with how much i learned in a short amount of time. i considered joining the quidditch team but thought against it, wanting to stay in my safe haven with the girls, away from laughter and eyes. the limelight just wasn't for me. it also didn't help with a girl from my year- a veela girl, for that matter- trying out at the same time. the way she flaunted her beauty around was depressing to the pretty people, so imagine what i felt like that time: in the sewer with the rats and shit.
in my last year of hogwarts, life changed for me. my features stated to proportion themselves, i grew curves in all the right places and my natural tan, being the only thing i ever had going for me, tied everything together perfectly. out of nowhere, i was beautiful. guys started to pay attention to me, flirting it up and ask my name. when i told them, they simply laughed and murmured there 'yeah rights.' in a way, being one of the ugly ducklings did me well. now i know all guys are dickbags. i haven't met one decent one yet, and in my last year of hogwarts i was seventeen. like come on. not one! life at home was still the same, i had great friends who also started to bloom into the beautiful flowers that had always been waiting to reveal themselves and my grades were amazing. what more could a girl ask for? from the outside, life seemed perfect. all i hear from that statement is a big, abnoxious buzzer going on forever. you know, like the ones in the shows that state your wrong so everyone in a ten mile radius can hear it. anyways, everything started to unravel a few months out of hogwarts and about a month before university. being beautiful, well, i treasured it. i'm always frightened that it's a joke that'll be taken back because i don't somehow deserve it. when i say it outloud, it sounds silly but in the end, it lead me to be bulimic."
university rolls around
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