Green, Lennie Gidget

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WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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LENNIE GIDGET GREEN!
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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FULL NAME:

LENNIE GIDGET GREEN

NICKNAMES:

Len, Gidget, Gidge

AGE:

Seventeen

BIRTHDATE:

April Fourteenth

GENDER:

Female

BLOOD:

Half

MEMBER GROUP:

Hufflepuff, Student
YEAR

Seventh

ORIENTATION:

Bisexual

AFFILATION:

A Neutral Party, really. Her mother did always say to keep out of trouble.

WAND:

Birch, Ten inches exactly, Unicorn Tail

PETS:

Prattle, who's probably the most braindead owl in the entire world according to Lennie. He spends more time flying into walls, trees and other owls than he does delivering mail. He's even mowed down a few other owls, and there was that one incident with a pigeon that they'd both like to forget.

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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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LIKES:

[/i] idiot.
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DISLIKES:

STRENGNTHS:

WEAKNESS:

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OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Some people have just the right amount of trust and mistrust. They know good from bad, and they can tell if someone is worth the time. Sadly, some people aren't as lucky, even if they consider themselves the reciever of great emotional fortune. Lennie, you could say, has blinders on. There's a bad undertone to the world around her, but she can't see it. There's always a tomorrow, always a bright side. Nothing that goes wrong can't be fixed, and nothing really goes wrong. Bright and full of energy, Lennie is a girl who seems like she has been sheltered her whole life. Really, she hasn't, and she's been told a dozen times to watch out. One of these days, someone is going to figure out how easy she is to manipulate, and it'll be over..and she won't even realize it. Well, at least she's not a quitter. There's one thing she has going for her.

Though Lennie screams friendly and open, there are rare cases where she can get a little...off. She is capable of being angry, annoyed...all those generally unpleasent emotions. Her family isn't very "normal" in the way they go about things. Three of her siblings are adopted. Three little muggles, and maybe...somewhere..people might not like that. Some people voice their opinions. To make a comparison, it's like when someone messes with a couple of bear cubs. Mess with the kids, and Lennie's the big old Momma Grizzly. Not a pretty sight.

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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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OVERALL DESCRIPTION:

Depending on your definition of beautiful, Lennie is either absolutely gorgeous or terribly awkward to look at. She has a relatively normal skin tone, none too fair but none too dark either. She's short, reaching the proud height of five foot two, and slim. I wouldn't call it skinny, and she does have a healthy amount of weight on her, but she could certainly do with a bit more bulk. Her hair is straight, a light-ish, yet almost medium brown in color, and it falls just below her shoulders. Rarely is it kept up, unless she absolutely has to have it that way. Her limbs are long for a person so short and build, and you could compare her to a very young horse. All legs and arms practically nothing else. Her common atire is something yellow, or something striped, and occasionally sometimes both.

Certainly an oddball, but she doesn't mind it a bit.

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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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OVERALL HISTORY:
Young love's a nice thing, isn't it?

Well, it is once you're out of school.

The product of a study-session-turned-romp, Lennie cut her mother's career as a Hogwart's student short. Her parents, both seventeen, had been studying for an upcoming Herbology test when things had gotten a little heated in the bedroom sense of things, and it hadn't bene more than a month when Bridget had come to Cooper with a very bittersweet announcement. She was pregnant with his child, yes, but there was no way she could continue on at school with a baby on the way. She left him behind, returning to her mother's home in Ireland while Cooper continued his studies. In April of that year, on the afternoon of the fourteenth, Bridget gave birth to a screaming, wriggling bundle of energy. Though he couldn't be there to witness the miracle, he helped Bridget decide on the name of Lennie. A little unorthadox, you could say, but she wasn't a normal, average child. The moment his schooling was over, Cooper rushed to Bridget's side. They waited a while to get married, and Lennie was their flowergirl at age three. They then moved to London, not entirely on whim. It was where Cooper had grown up, and he liked the city atmosphere and the music scene. Bridget was just glad to get away from her mother's home. Her parents had seperated ages ago, and she rarely saw her father, for she only stayed with him during the school season. Obviously, she was never home during that and vacations were spent at her mother's. It was a welcome change of pace.

Again, there was a wait for more children, and Lennie was seven when her twin siblings Dora and Max where born. As a child, she was into everything from horse riding to drawing, even helping her mother out in the kitchen. Somehow, Cooper kept them afloat with his music and more children followed as they all grew older. Three more children followed, including a second set of twins, brought into the family through adoption. At eleven, Lennie recieved her Hogwarts letter. She took it like she took everything else: head-on and oblivious to what it meant. Months and months on end away from her family.

It was a struggle getting her on the train that first time.

Every holiday was spent at various beaches around the world. Florida, California, Australia and Hawaii...she's seen most of them. Every moment spent at school was filled with a longing to be among her family with sand in her toes. Sadly, life is never always dasies and sunshine. When Lennie hit sixteen, right before she was about to go back to school, her mother and the two youngest twins, Sascha and Petra, were in a rather horrible accident. The little twins spent a few months healing from broken bones and bruises, but Bridget never woke up.

A year later, and Lennie has since moved on. Her mother always complimented her eldest child on her never-ending optimism, and Bridget wouldn't have wanted her family to mourn for long. The younger ones, and her father, look at her as a lamp-light in a dark tunnel. There's an end somewhere. You just have to keep looking. Entering her seventh year, some would think that Lennie would have joined a cuple clubs, maybe tired a hand at Quidditch. Sadly, no. It completely clashes with her social and practically obnoxious personality, but she has yet to stick in one place for long. Granted, she has tried differrent groups and clubs, and she still enjoys the activities they center around, but she doesn't really like organzied systems and meetings. She'll do what she wants to do, when she wants to do it, and for however long she wants to.

This doesn't always sit well with everyone, and Lennie lacks a real, true social crowd. Not that it bothers her. In fact, she probably doesn't even notice. What friends she's had growing up have either distanced themselves, or they were those fake ones that stuck around because well, Lennie is an easy person to use. A toy, you could say. Maybe a pawn. Any of those terms seem to work well.

Generally, she does okay in her classes. She's passing, to say the least. Her homework, while not of the best quality, is done to a semi-satisfactory point. Lennie tires, she really does, but something about homework just seems a little bland to her. Maybe if things were more hands-on, more interactive, she would have a knack for them. There is one class that no matter how hard she tries at it, Lennie always flops in: Herbology. Oh, she takes it anyway, even though she might not have a need for it. Certainly, if she is anything like her father (who had a tendency to come under attack from whatever plant he was working with), then Lennie is pushing her luck. Potions is fun, because it's kind of like cooking and if you do it right, some things smell nice. Everything else is sort of in the middle. she could care more or less about the other subjects. Her school career, despite the occasional injury, has been rather plain. Prattle provides plenty of entertainment, and there have been times where he has arrived in the middle of a class, squawking and crying with a letter from home, or something of that sort. Life is rather comical, and the worst thing that's ever happened to her during the past six years was when her belovedly addled barn owl took down the teacup-turned-pigeon in her transfiguration class, mistaking it for a nice midday meal.

When Lennie isn't sliding haphazardly through her classes, she's normally splayed out somewhere on the grounds, cloud-watching or participating in some other mindless activity. Occasionally, one will see her with at least one other person. She's either latched onto them like a well-meaning leech, or maybe someone's taken pity on one of Hogwart's many oddities.

Or, you know, maybe she's struck gold and found a real friend.

A girl can dream.

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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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OOC NAME:

Hedgie

AGE:

Eighteen in April, but seventeen as of this moment.

EXPERIENCE:

Three, almost four years now.

OTHER CHARACTERS:

None yet, sadly.

DID YOU READ THE RULES:

Why yes, I did.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

“I think it’s bored.”

Voices swelled out along the stuffy, crowded streets as excited children and stressed-out parents gathered around the shops, mainly the ever-popular Apothecary and Owl Emporium.. In between these gathered groupings, the more goal-oriented folks moved in a swift stream as they went about their ways. Well, you couldn’t really call all of them goal-oriented. One of the many had eyes that were frequently drawn to either side of the crowded area by the dazzling objects that lined the famed Diagon Alley. Those eyes, gray as the clouds that would one day swamp the sky when winter came, belonged to a slightly wiry boy, approximately 15 years in age, with black hair, ruffled in that handsome but scruffy way most young men carried themselves these days. Bags hung from the teen’s hands as he ducked through the masses. Due to it being the end of August, the weather was still surprisingly warm, and the clothes that clung to Cooper’s frame were simple and beach-y in orientation. A T-shirt advertising some famous Surf Shop, cargo shorts, the pockets filled with various odds and ends, and sandals.

Not Flip-flops. Those were for girls, and it was obvious that Cooper was most definitely not a girl. Even if he let his hair grow out, his broad shoulders, facial shape and various other anatomical …things would set him apart. So sandals it was, and sandals they would always be. Tired of the heat; it was unusually warm for that time of year, with fall just around the corner; Cooper ducked into the first shaded place he saw, though he carefully avoided the Quidditch emporium. Brooms were not this wizard’s best friend. No way. So he danced away from it and turned into the nearest alleyway. Brushing hair away from his eyes, he settled his back against a cool brick wall, taking in his surroundings.

Wherever he had stumbled was the closest thing to hell he’d ever seen. It was dark and musty, and the air had a distinctly damp feel to it. Unable to see exactly where he was, Cooper trudged forward, keeping his bags pressed close to him, so he could keep the articles, some of them rather expensive, safe. The dank air formed a sort of fog around him, probably due to the heat of the afternoon, making everything seem sort of blurred. Forms pressed against him as the fog started to clear, and being a bit on the claustrophobic side, this set him on edge. It was another shopping district, quite like his earlier location. The shops and the people, however, were scarily unfamiliar.

“Crap” He cursed under his breath, drawing a few odd-eyes stares his way. It was scary here, and dark as the deepest pits of hell, and he was lost. Running nervous, shaky fingers through his hair, he stumbled on. He had to admit that he’d never handled a tense situation well, and the air was charged with it, that suffocating tension. It rendered most of his common sense absolutely useless. Sooner or later his brain would switch into a frenzied auto-pilot, and things would get bad rather quickly.
But at least it was cool. At least he wasn’t sweating bullets. At least he was near somewhere safe, but only near. He needed a ay out and he felt that if he just kept going, it would come to him.
He was lost, with no clue how he’d gotten there and no idea how to get out. Somewhere in this maze had to be a friendly face. All he had to do was cling to the shreds of hope that lay restless in every poor soul’s heart. But he wasn’t a poor soul. His hope was much stronger, but so was his fear. Fear that bit and tore at him like a hungry shark.

“C’mon!” He urged himself. “Find a way out. Think about being stuck here forever.” A chill ran down his spine and his pace quickened, his body twisting and sliding around to avoid running into any of these strange forms, witches, wizards…whatever they were, he didn’t know. Heart racing frantically, he willed it to stop. There was nothing to be afraid of, right? It was just a lonely place, a darkened street filled with the stranger sorts of shops. He kept his eyes trained forward, taking care to read no signs and eye contact was forbidden.

Finally, he had reached his last straw and a terrified fever rose up in his throat, bubbling out in a call of one desperate word.

“Help!”

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[.DRACO lucius MALFOY !]

P E N D I N G !

I really like the application itself. But other than the mention of Hogwarts and later Quidditch, it doesn't have the feeling of a seventh year Hogwarts student. Try to mention maybe 2 or 3 things more about those previous sixth years. She is a Hufflepuff so mention if she has friends, her classes and whatever else she does while in Hogwarts. Her life at home is pretty clear, but I still don't know much about her Hogwarts life which should be a big part of her history.

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A C C E P T E D !

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