Post by kara on Jul 13, 2009 23:51:22 GMT -5
marjoryjanewithers
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The Important Deatails;;
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Year:
House:
Blood:
Orientation:
Do’s && Don’ts;;
Likes:
- plants
- magic
- being sentimental
- quiet
- pineapples
Dislikes:
- cherries
- bicycles
- chaos
- gossip
- her mother
Strengths:
- Honest
- Perceptive
- Selfless
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn
- Introverted
- Judgmental
Goals:
- Career at St. Mungo’s
- Good marks on her NEWTs
- Love
Erised:
Boggart:
Patronus:
Dementor:
Look in the Mirror;;
Play-By:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Short Description:
{Inside Your Head;;
Personality Description:
Family Matters;;
Parents:
- Jillian Pitken (biological mother; former Ravenclaw; 42)
- Charles Withers (biological father; former Hufflepuff; 42)
- Silvia Withers (step-mother; muggle; 34)
- James Pitken (step-father; muggle; 45)
Siblings:
- Casper Withers (brother; former Gryffindor; 19)
- Beatrice Withers (half-sister; 9)
- Charlotte Withers (half-sister; 7)
- Rory Pitken (step-brother; muggle; 14)
- Abdelina Pitken (step-sister; muggle; 12)
- Jedidiah Pitken (step-brother; muggle; 9)
History:
Less than a month later the Withers family sat in the elaborate cathedral watching Jillian’s marriage ceremony. In her violet dress, Marjory, who was unwillingly convinced to be the flower girl, walked slowly before her mother, dropping a delicate rose petal every few steps. On the pew adjacent to her family sat James’ three children, her new siblings. She immediately disliked them, which was completely out of character for her. But her reasoning was logical. They had been with her mother at least for the last year. They had got to spend time with her – she chose to spend time with them, she wanted them. Sure, her dear Silvy had chose and wanted her, but it wasn’t the same. Her own mother had left her. And now, when it was convenient for Jillian, Marjory was thrust back into the picture.
Things did go back to normal eventually (with the exception to the fact that Jillian was persistent in trying to rekindle her relationship with her children), but in retrospect Marjory realized that this was probably because James had made her feel obligated. However, the petite red-head went along with her mother’s antics. There was always some ridiculous outing she had planned for the two of them. First, it was a picnic out by the country side. It would have been fine if Jillian hadn’t insisted on cooking the food—the muggle way. Other disastrous ideas from making pots (the muggle way) to boating (also the muggle way) all failed miserably.
It was early July when Marjie received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Truth be told, the only reason she was excited to attend the school was because of the fact that she would no longer have to be around her family. Jillian was still unrelenting in effort to become reacquainted with her children (they went to her house every week and had a “play date” with their new muggle siblings; Marjory didn’t think much of Abdelina but she did like Rory a bit). Back at her real house (that’s what she became accustomed to calling the Withers’ household), it was usually just Silvia, Marjory, and the girls (her brother was entering his third year at Hogwarts and was gone most of the year and her father’s job as a wizarding sports reporter kept him busier than ever) and as much as she loved them, she needed to get away from it all.
However, Hogwarts, as she quickly learned, wasn’t the best place to relax and forget her family. The work load quickly piled up on the child and, although she was a hard worker, it seemed like she couldn’t work hard enough. Besides that, her “budding friendships” that her father and Silvy were sure she would have she didn’t. Marjory was friendly, she was funny, and she was completely loyal, but there always seemed to be someone more appealing than her. Everyone liked her, but no one went out of their way to spend time with her. And her first few years went the same way. By her third year, she began to get on top of her work load, and friends, though few, did come (mostly from within her own house), but nothing drastic changed in her life.
Now in her sixth year at Hogwarts, Marjory is just relieved that the whole process is almost over. [/ul]
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The End;;
Roleplay Sample:
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The owl arrived late. Liesel had been waiting for days to hear from her eldest brother, Joel, the good news. Maisie, his girlfriend of two years, was pregnant and they were supposed to find out if the baby was a boy or a girl on Thursday. The problem was that today was Saturday. No one ever seemed to remember the poor Kastner children still stuck at Hogwarts (although this only meant herself and Thomas, whom she doubted cared much about anyone with the exception of himself). Regardless of its late arrival, however, Leese was ecstatic when the large black and brown bird perched itself on her window sill, a little blue scroll attached to its leg.
Boy.
The girl glanced at the time. Three minutes. She had time to scribble a short note to her brother before heading down stairs. Besides, it wasn’t like hot shot Jackson Beck would mind. Oh yeah, and he was hot. Of course, Liesel wasn’t at all surprised when she learned that her first “pupil” would be someone so haughty as Beck, but then again she was hoping that there would be no pupils at all. For some reason, Leese excelled in Transfiguration. It was one of the only classes that she actually got. But of course her all-too-eager professor had to spread her knowledge around to other less-fortunate students. Whatever. She’d deal for now. More class credits, right? Liesel wasn’t one to complain.
Finishing up her letter (“Congrats!” and “What the name?” were the main topics of business), Liesel scurried to grab her wand, transfiguration book, and latest notes before heading out the door. The common room was bustling—typical weekend noise. Actually that was one of the main reasons Liesel was upstairs. Not that she was anti-social per say (well at least not by her standards), but the dark haired girl did tend to prefer quiet with much less chaos. And, just as she suspected, every seat was full, and every tongue was buzzing.
Her eyes scanned the room, but found Jackson within seconds. She didn’t know him too well, but after six years of schooling together they were definitely acquaintances. Still, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to this. “Jackson!” she called from across the room. Oh good. He’s standing up. Maybe we could go somewhere else? Maybe the library? Much too noisy here…However he’ll have to put different shirt on. Or not. I guess that one's alright...
Boy.
The girl glanced at the time. Three minutes. She had time to scribble a short note to her brother before heading down stairs. Besides, it wasn’t like hot shot Jackson Beck would mind. Oh yeah, and he was hot. Of course, Liesel wasn’t at all surprised when she learned that her first “pupil” would be someone so haughty as Beck, but then again she was hoping that there would be no pupils at all. For some reason, Leese excelled in Transfiguration. It was one of the only classes that she actually got. But of course her all-too-eager professor had to spread her knowledge around to other less-fortunate students. Whatever. She’d deal for now. More class credits, right? Liesel wasn’t one to complain.
Finishing up her letter (“Congrats!” and “What the name?” were the main topics of business), Liesel scurried to grab her wand, transfiguration book, and latest notes before heading out the door. The common room was bustling—typical weekend noise. Actually that was one of the main reasons Liesel was upstairs. Not that she was anti-social per say (well at least not by her standards), but the dark haired girl did tend to prefer quiet with much less chaos. And, just as she suspected, every seat was full, and every tongue was buzzing.
Her eyes scanned the room, but found Jackson within seconds. She didn’t know him too well, but after six years of schooling together they were definitely acquaintances. Still, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to this. “Jackson!” she called from across the room. Oh good. He’s standing up. Maybe we could go somewhere else? Maybe the library? Much too noisy here…However he’ll have to put different shirt on. Or not. I guess that one's alright...
