Post by paige on May 27, 2007 9:41:18 GMT -5
Name: Beatrix Kingston
Nick-Name: Bea
Blood: Muggle-Born
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Birthday: 5th May
Gender: Female
Likes: Trust, kindness, sticking up for what you believe in, honesty, hyperness and muggle foods, Quiddich, football, swimming, her friends, animals, her siblings, most children in the orphanage, Miss Dewar and music.
Dislikes: Dark magic, being forced to do anything, blackmail, alcohol, smoking and drugs.
Hobbies: Football, Quiddich, Swimming,
Favourite Food: Pizza
Least Favourite Food: Salad
Favourite Drink: Lemonade or Butterbeer.
Favourite Class: Care of Magical Creatures.
Least Favourite Class: Defence against the Dark Arts.
Favourite Color: Orange.
Pet Name: Cookie
Pet Race: Kitten
Pet Age: Seven months
Pet Description: Cookie was found in the rubbish dump by Miss Dewar, the person who owned the muggle orphanage where Bea and her brothers stayed after her parents died in a car accident when she was seven. Miss Dewar liked Cookie, but said that she couldn’t keep her in the orphanage, but Bea loved Cookie and after much begging on her part, Bea got to keep her and took her back to her home she shared with her sibling. Cookie is chocolate brown with lighter brown legs and eyes that seem to change colour depending on her mood. She’s very loyal to Bea, even though she has only been her pet for a couple of months. Cookie was delighted to come to Hogwarts with Bea.
Biography: Beatrix grew up in England with her parents and siblings in a large cottage a couple of miles from the sea. Her parents were delighted to have another child, after Bea’s two older siblings Alice (who was four years older then Bea) and Wyatt (who was seven years older then Bea). After two more years Bea’s mother, Willow, gave birth to another child, Dylan, and everyone was happy.
But happy families stopped going so well on February 10th when Beatrix was seven. Willow, Peter (Bea’s dad) and Alice were involved in a car accident and their parents died instantly. Bea, Wyatt and Dylan were devastated and never got over it, as they thought Alice was dead too.
They all went to stay at ‘Miss Dewar’s Orphanage’ and have stayed there for two years, still believing their sister was dead, before the news reached them that she was alive but in a coma, with very little doubt of ever waking up. Bea was devastated, yet relieved, and her and her brothers immediately went to visit Alice, and this seemed to help as Alice woke up from her coma a month later, and was allowed to live her siblings in the orphanage after two weeks of staying in hospital.
Dylan moved out with Wyatt two years after, and when Alice was eighteen, she too moved out, but with Bea, when Bea was fourteen. Bea and Dylan are the only to ‘magic’s’ in the family, and both attend Beauxbatons, with Dylan being in fourth year, and Bea in sixth.
Personality: Beatrix is a very kind person. She is quite sporty and loves to play football and Quiddich, though she never went to a Quiddich tryout, because she thought that if she started playing Quiddich Games, they would loose their fun as Bea isn’t a morning person and getting up at the crack of dawn for practises, no matter how obsessed she is in the sport, is not an option. Beatrix is quite smart, even though she’s bad at Defence against the Dark Arts and Herbology, she gets good enough grades (mostly) in most other subjects. Beatrix has only had one boyfriend in her life, and that was in fifth year, and he cheated on her in her own dorm (in Bea’s bed, as he thought it would be funny) with her (now sworn enemy) friend at the time, and Bea caught them. And she doesn’t want to go back to boyfriends because she doesn’t want to be hurt again.
Bea hates smoking, drugs and alcohol, as she has only got drunk twice times and both times she nearly has sex with her sisters boyfriend, but she didn’t, though she forgot why, but she’d damn pleased about it. She’s still a virgin, but hates to admit it at mostly every one of her friends isn’t.
She has quite a good sense of humour and is quite loyal too, but she is quite easy to anger and she is quite sensitive, which she hates about herself. She hides most of her past deep down and doesn’t reveal to anyone. She hates cars because of her parents death and doesn’t ever want to learn how to drive one, even though she’s a muggle born and the only other magical person in the family is Dylan, who also goes to the same school as her.
Appearance:
Bea has medium-length blonde hair and dark brown eyes and a smile that makes quite a lot of people want to get to know her. She is 5”5 and is just below average height for her age, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She has good heath and fitness from sports and a little bit of muscle. She is usually told she’s pretty, but disagrees. (Doesn’t every girl?)
Other: None =)
Role-Playing Sample: (The first chapter of my story, if that’s okay?)
Chapter One;;
Introductions and other things.
I was only seven when my dad died. I remember it well, but I didn’t understand until much later. He worked for the Ministry and something went wrong. I remember that day was my brother, Chase’s, thirteenth birthday. My mum sat at the table, watching the clock with a concerned look, which disappeared when either my brother or I looked at her. Chase moved out a year ago, and visit’s us sometimes for special occasions, and we are quite close, but it was never the same since dad died, even I figured that one out. The silence was broken by me.
“Where’s Dad?” I had asked, looking at the clock, copying my mum even though I couldn’t even tell the time that well when I was seven. My mum looked at me, trying hard to smile, but it looked so forced she gave up.
“He’s late, that’s all.”
Chase and I stared at the cake on the table, both wondering if my mum was kidding herself like she had tried to kid us. Something was wrong.
From then on my world crashed. I remember it all. The doorbell, the grave policemen, my mum with tears falling down her face, Chase’s monotone voice from then on, (which only disappeared a year later when he met Melissa) and me. The one who didn’t quite understand. Who still asked the awkward questions, like ‘when is dad coming back’ and ‘is he in the clouds now, Mummy?’ but when I finally understood, I cried. I wasn’t the same bouncy, hyper, annoying Leanne that all my mum’s friends smiled at. I was different. But I learnt to push away everything. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore, and then I still talked to my dad, told him about my day. I still do it now, when I’m fifteen, but not as often as I did when I was eight and nine.
**
Step, together, step, together.
I looked up from my book and laughed. “Alice, what are you doing?” I questioned my six-year-old cousin, who seemed to be holding an imaginary bouquet of flowers and walking very strange.
“I’m practising.” Alice replied, without looking up, as if she had expected me to ask.
Step, together, step, together.
I shook my head, watching her for a few seconds before asking her another question.
“For what, exactly?”
“Aunt Sophie’s wedding, of course!” Alice told me, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. For her, maybe.
“Sop- Aunt Sophie’s getting married?” I yelped, correcting myself. It was always Aunt Sophie, never just Sophie; when I talked with Alice. This was a big shock for me. Mum had probably told me casually in a conversation when I hadn’t been listening, because I defiantly didn’t remember being told this. Aunt Sophie was engaged, sure, but she didn’t have any children. This also meant that Tony was going to be my Uncle!
“Well, I think she is. She told me that she would be very soon, and I get to be the bridesmaid! You too Leanne!” Alice told me, nodding slightly before continuing her strange walk, although now I knew she was practising for walking down the aisle.
Step, together, step, together.
Me? A bridesmaid? You have got to be joking.
“Leanne, come say goodbye!”
“Coming!” I yelled back down the stairs at my mum, putting the book I was reading down (reluctantly) and running downstairs.
My Aunt, my Uncle (Alice’s parents) and Alice were by the door, saying goodbye to my mum and step-dad, Joe. I said goodbye, grinning at Alice and whispering in her ear when her parents were talking to mine “see you at the wedding!”
**
“LEANNE!”
I woke up with a start, nearly falling out of my bed. My warm, comfy bed. I looked at the time on my muggle clock (it took forever to convince my mum to buy it, it’s a handy little device) and groaned.
“MUM! IT’S 6:30 IN THE MORNING, WHAT MADE YOU WAKE ME UP AT THIS HOUR?” I screamed, pulling my covers over me in an attempt to hide. I failed, as mum stormed into my room, ignoring all my rights to privacy.
“LEANNE TAYLOR! IT’S YOUR AUNT’S WEDDING IN NINE HOURS AND YOU NEED TO LOOK PERFECT!”
“NINE HOURS? MUM!” I yelled, pulling off my covers and glaring daggers at her. Nine hours? Sure, I didn’t want to wear the dress I had been given for the wedding, but nine hours was ridiculous!
“NINE HOURS IS PERFECT. YOU ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT CHURCH WITH YOUR MUGGLE CLOTHING ON!”
“I like my muggle clothes.” I mumbled, giving in. I didn’t want to argue, no matter how much sleep I lost otherwise, besides, Chase would be at the wedding.
“Good.” My mum noticed I had given in. “Now, your dress is at your aunt’s, we are leaving in three hours, please put on something nice.”
“But I’m changing into my dress so what’s the-”
“Leanne, please? I’m so stressed out and I would love it if you could just co-operate for once?”
I nodded, watching her leave before reluctantly getting out of bed.
Knocking on the door loudly I stepped back and crossed my arms, tired and a little grumpy. The door was pulled open and my aunt smiled warmly at us, stepping aside to let us in and greeting us with hugs.
“Hey, Aunt Sophie!” I grinned, hugging my aunt, my mood brightening considerably, my aunt was always fun and understanding, she always managed to brighten my mood.
“I see your mum woke you up at a ridiculous hour?” My aunt asked, winking at my mum, which made her scowl, she was in a bit of a bad mood, but she’d be happy sooner or later.
“To right!” I replied, wandering off to find Alice, wanting to talk to someone about something other then weddings.
“Hey Alice!”
“Hey.” Alice was, I could see, in a happy mood. She had a grin on her face and was bouncing up and down on the sofa. I laughed and sat next to her, watching her for a while.
“Pretty excited then, huh?” I asked her, grinning at her excitement. Alice nodded, sitting down, her breathing coming in short bursts. We were silent for a while, broken only by my yawns every now and then. For a six year old, Alice could be very quiet, or maybe she was too exhausted from bouncing.
“What house do you think I’ll be in when I go to Hogwarts, Leanne?”
And the silence was broken. I turned to look at Alice, thinking how close we were, despite our age difference. I was fifteen, yet she was six. We were closer then my brother and I were since Dad died, and that saddened me.
“I think you’ll be a Ravenclaw!” I said, grinning at her. Alice brightened considerably at this.
“Like you are?” She asked, her eyes sparkling. I nodded, and was about to reply when my mum came in, holding a dress.
“Hey Mu-” I never finished my sentence. My mum thrust the dress at me and realization hit me. It was my dress. The one I was wearing to the wedding. I opened my mouth to protest but my mum glared daggers at me and I shut up straight away. Then the pre-wedding panics started.
Nick-Name: Bea
Blood: Muggle-Born
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Birthday: 5th May
Gender: Female
Likes: Trust, kindness, sticking up for what you believe in, honesty, hyperness and muggle foods, Quiddich, football, swimming, her friends, animals, her siblings, most children in the orphanage, Miss Dewar and music.
Dislikes: Dark magic, being forced to do anything, blackmail, alcohol, smoking and drugs.
Hobbies: Football, Quiddich, Swimming,
Favourite Food: Pizza
Least Favourite Food: Salad
Favourite Drink: Lemonade or Butterbeer.
Favourite Class: Care of Magical Creatures.
Least Favourite Class: Defence against the Dark Arts.
Favourite Color: Orange.
Pet Name: Cookie
Pet Race: Kitten
Pet Age: Seven months
Pet Description: Cookie was found in the rubbish dump by Miss Dewar, the person who owned the muggle orphanage where Bea and her brothers stayed after her parents died in a car accident when she was seven. Miss Dewar liked Cookie, but said that she couldn’t keep her in the orphanage, but Bea loved Cookie and after much begging on her part, Bea got to keep her and took her back to her home she shared with her sibling. Cookie is chocolate brown with lighter brown legs and eyes that seem to change colour depending on her mood. She’s very loyal to Bea, even though she has only been her pet for a couple of months. Cookie was delighted to come to Hogwarts with Bea.
Biography: Beatrix grew up in England with her parents and siblings in a large cottage a couple of miles from the sea. Her parents were delighted to have another child, after Bea’s two older siblings Alice (who was four years older then Bea) and Wyatt (who was seven years older then Bea). After two more years Bea’s mother, Willow, gave birth to another child, Dylan, and everyone was happy.
But happy families stopped going so well on February 10th when Beatrix was seven. Willow, Peter (Bea’s dad) and Alice were involved in a car accident and their parents died instantly. Bea, Wyatt and Dylan were devastated and never got over it, as they thought Alice was dead too.
They all went to stay at ‘Miss Dewar’s Orphanage’ and have stayed there for two years, still believing their sister was dead, before the news reached them that she was alive but in a coma, with very little doubt of ever waking up. Bea was devastated, yet relieved, and her and her brothers immediately went to visit Alice, and this seemed to help as Alice woke up from her coma a month later, and was allowed to live her siblings in the orphanage after two weeks of staying in hospital.
Dylan moved out with Wyatt two years after, and when Alice was eighteen, she too moved out, but with Bea, when Bea was fourteen. Bea and Dylan are the only to ‘magic’s’ in the family, and both attend Beauxbatons, with Dylan being in fourth year, and Bea in sixth.
Personality: Beatrix is a very kind person. She is quite sporty and loves to play football and Quiddich, though she never went to a Quiddich tryout, because she thought that if she started playing Quiddich Games, they would loose their fun as Bea isn’t a morning person and getting up at the crack of dawn for practises, no matter how obsessed she is in the sport, is not an option. Beatrix is quite smart, even though she’s bad at Defence against the Dark Arts and Herbology, she gets good enough grades (mostly) in most other subjects. Beatrix has only had one boyfriend in her life, and that was in fifth year, and he cheated on her in her own dorm (in Bea’s bed, as he thought it would be funny) with her (now sworn enemy) friend at the time, and Bea caught them. And she doesn’t want to go back to boyfriends because she doesn’t want to be hurt again.
Bea hates smoking, drugs and alcohol, as she has only got drunk twice times and both times she nearly has sex with her sisters boyfriend, but she didn’t, though she forgot why, but she’d damn pleased about it. She’s still a virgin, but hates to admit it at mostly every one of her friends isn’t.
She has quite a good sense of humour and is quite loyal too, but she is quite easy to anger and she is quite sensitive, which she hates about herself. She hides most of her past deep down and doesn’t reveal to anyone. She hates cars because of her parents death and doesn’t ever want to learn how to drive one, even though she’s a muggle born and the only other magical person in the family is Dylan, who also goes to the same school as her.
Appearance:
Bea has medium-length blonde hair and dark brown eyes and a smile that makes quite a lot of people want to get to know her. She is 5”5 and is just below average height for her age, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She has good heath and fitness from sports and a little bit of muscle. She is usually told she’s pretty, but disagrees. (Doesn’t every girl?)
Other: None =)
Role-Playing Sample: (The first chapter of my story, if that’s okay?)
Chapter One;;
Introductions and other things.
I was only seven when my dad died. I remember it well, but I didn’t understand until much later. He worked for the Ministry and something went wrong. I remember that day was my brother, Chase’s, thirteenth birthday. My mum sat at the table, watching the clock with a concerned look, which disappeared when either my brother or I looked at her. Chase moved out a year ago, and visit’s us sometimes for special occasions, and we are quite close, but it was never the same since dad died, even I figured that one out. The silence was broken by me.
“Where’s Dad?” I had asked, looking at the clock, copying my mum even though I couldn’t even tell the time that well when I was seven. My mum looked at me, trying hard to smile, but it looked so forced she gave up.
“He’s late, that’s all.”
Chase and I stared at the cake on the table, both wondering if my mum was kidding herself like she had tried to kid us. Something was wrong.
From then on my world crashed. I remember it all. The doorbell, the grave policemen, my mum with tears falling down her face, Chase’s monotone voice from then on, (which only disappeared a year later when he met Melissa) and me. The one who didn’t quite understand. Who still asked the awkward questions, like ‘when is dad coming back’ and ‘is he in the clouds now, Mummy?’ but when I finally understood, I cried. I wasn’t the same bouncy, hyper, annoying Leanne that all my mum’s friends smiled at. I was different. But I learnt to push away everything. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore, and then I still talked to my dad, told him about my day. I still do it now, when I’m fifteen, but not as often as I did when I was eight and nine.
**
Step, together, step, together.
I looked up from my book and laughed. “Alice, what are you doing?” I questioned my six-year-old cousin, who seemed to be holding an imaginary bouquet of flowers and walking very strange.
“I’m practising.” Alice replied, without looking up, as if she had expected me to ask.
Step, together, step, together.
I shook my head, watching her for a few seconds before asking her another question.
“For what, exactly?”
“Aunt Sophie’s wedding, of course!” Alice told me, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. For her, maybe.
“Sop- Aunt Sophie’s getting married?” I yelped, correcting myself. It was always Aunt Sophie, never just Sophie; when I talked with Alice. This was a big shock for me. Mum had probably told me casually in a conversation when I hadn’t been listening, because I defiantly didn’t remember being told this. Aunt Sophie was engaged, sure, but she didn’t have any children. This also meant that Tony was going to be my Uncle!
“Well, I think she is. She told me that she would be very soon, and I get to be the bridesmaid! You too Leanne!” Alice told me, nodding slightly before continuing her strange walk, although now I knew she was practising for walking down the aisle.
Step, together, step, together.
Me? A bridesmaid? You have got to be joking.
“Leanne, come say goodbye!”
“Coming!” I yelled back down the stairs at my mum, putting the book I was reading down (reluctantly) and running downstairs.
My Aunt, my Uncle (Alice’s parents) and Alice were by the door, saying goodbye to my mum and step-dad, Joe. I said goodbye, grinning at Alice and whispering in her ear when her parents were talking to mine “see you at the wedding!”
**
“LEANNE!”
I woke up with a start, nearly falling out of my bed. My warm, comfy bed. I looked at the time on my muggle clock (it took forever to convince my mum to buy it, it’s a handy little device) and groaned.
“MUM! IT’S 6:30 IN THE MORNING, WHAT MADE YOU WAKE ME UP AT THIS HOUR?” I screamed, pulling my covers over me in an attempt to hide. I failed, as mum stormed into my room, ignoring all my rights to privacy.
“LEANNE TAYLOR! IT’S YOUR AUNT’S WEDDING IN NINE HOURS AND YOU NEED TO LOOK PERFECT!”
“NINE HOURS? MUM!” I yelled, pulling off my covers and glaring daggers at her. Nine hours? Sure, I didn’t want to wear the dress I had been given for the wedding, but nine hours was ridiculous!
“NINE HOURS IS PERFECT. YOU ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT CHURCH WITH YOUR MUGGLE CLOTHING ON!”
“I like my muggle clothes.” I mumbled, giving in. I didn’t want to argue, no matter how much sleep I lost otherwise, besides, Chase would be at the wedding.
“Good.” My mum noticed I had given in. “Now, your dress is at your aunt’s, we are leaving in three hours, please put on something nice.”
“But I’m changing into my dress so what’s the-”
“Leanne, please? I’m so stressed out and I would love it if you could just co-operate for once?”
I nodded, watching her leave before reluctantly getting out of bed.
Knocking on the door loudly I stepped back and crossed my arms, tired and a little grumpy. The door was pulled open and my aunt smiled warmly at us, stepping aside to let us in and greeting us with hugs.
“Hey, Aunt Sophie!” I grinned, hugging my aunt, my mood brightening considerably, my aunt was always fun and understanding, she always managed to brighten my mood.
“I see your mum woke you up at a ridiculous hour?” My aunt asked, winking at my mum, which made her scowl, she was in a bit of a bad mood, but she’d be happy sooner or later.
“To right!” I replied, wandering off to find Alice, wanting to talk to someone about something other then weddings.
“Hey Alice!”
“Hey.” Alice was, I could see, in a happy mood. She had a grin on her face and was bouncing up and down on the sofa. I laughed and sat next to her, watching her for a while.
“Pretty excited then, huh?” I asked her, grinning at her excitement. Alice nodded, sitting down, her breathing coming in short bursts. We were silent for a while, broken only by my yawns every now and then. For a six year old, Alice could be very quiet, or maybe she was too exhausted from bouncing.
“What house do you think I’ll be in when I go to Hogwarts, Leanne?”
And the silence was broken. I turned to look at Alice, thinking how close we were, despite our age difference. I was fifteen, yet she was six. We were closer then my brother and I were since Dad died, and that saddened me.
“I think you’ll be a Ravenclaw!” I said, grinning at her. Alice brightened considerably at this.
“Like you are?” She asked, her eyes sparkling. I nodded, and was about to reply when my mum came in, holding a dress.
“Hey Mu-” I never finished my sentence. My mum thrust the dress at me and realization hit me. It was my dress. The one I was wearing to the wedding. I opened my mouth to protest but my mum glared daggers at me and I shut up straight away. Then the pre-wedding panics started.
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