Post by Senara Bardern on Nov 12, 2007 17:47:47 GMT -5
Name (First and last): Senara Bardern
Nick-Name: Sen
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Muggle-Born
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): 11
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): 1
Birthday: July 27th
Gender: Female
Likes: Making people laugh, being around other people, learning, animals, transfiguration, art
Dislikes: Bullies, being alone, silence, insects
Hobbies: Reading, learning about animagi, drawing
Favorite Food: Any form of pasta
Least Favorite Food: There's a lengthy list... peanut butter and onions among them
Favorite Drink: Root beer
Favorite Class: Transfiguration/Potions
Least Favorite Class: Divination
Favorite Color: Blue
Pet Name: Joe
Pet Race: Feline
Pet Age: 1
Pet Description: A rotund, surprisingly friendly cat. His fur is a solid honey-brown color, and he's often found sitting on the top of Senara's chair, watching her read or draw.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.):
Back at home, in Wisconsin - a state in the central part of the United States - Senara was the odd kid out. In a family of five, she was the youngest and easily the most looked down upon. She never fit in quite right in school, she didn't like the same things or think the same way as other kids her age. She was often bullied, thought of as an easy target by the bigger kids.
One after-school evening, a boy finally pushed her too far, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her about so swiftly her glasses flew across the hallway and shattered on the linoleum. She was never quite sure how that boy suddenly grew enormous buck teeth and ended up barred inside one of the lockers, but she was glad it happened.
That is, until she found herself sitting in the principle's office, being punished for it. She received a three day suspension from school.
It was during this three day suspension that the letter from Beauxbatons arrived. She hadn't the foggiest idea of what it was, or who had sent it... and her parents dismissed it as 'spam mail.'
Senara's parents were reasonable, working-class adults. Her mother worked in the local library, and her father drove mail trucks to neighboring states... once finally convinced that Beauxbatons was where their daughter needed to go, they were supportive. Her siblings, however, all thought she was a freak.
Personality: Senara's main delight in life is making other people happy. Mostly, she tries to make other people laugh - usually at her own expense. This is usually her technique for breaking the ice with people she'd like to befriend - and more often than not this backfires. When not trying to be the local jester, Senara is rather reserved, and will sit in a corner reading or drawing rather than trying to interact with people. She blames these conflicting traits on her siblings. If people don't find her funny, she believes people don't like her at all. It's perhaps a bit extreme, but after all, she is only eleven - and has quite a bit to learn yet.
Appearance: Sen is short, four feet six inches tall and not likely to get any taller than five feet. She's heavy-set, but not a fat person. Her hair is almost the same brown as Joe's fur, with a blond streak in front that her oldest sister always claimed was a rip-off of Rogue, from the X-men. Her eyes are a dark blue, set behind a pair of black wire-rim glasses. She loathes dresses, and doesn't much look forward to having to wear one every day at the Academy. When dressing casually, she prefers jeans or black pants and any form of shirt that fits her. Sen has a wide variety of facial expressions, most of which come in to play in her quest to make the world laugh. If she doesn't know how to react, she will just stare blankly.
Other: Since learning about them, Senara's been eager to find out how to become an animagus. She loves animals, finding great joy in the way they seem to make most everyone happy.
Role-Playing Sample (only needed for new people, must be somehow connected with Harry Potter): Well drat... I don't have anything saved that's Harry Potter related. I guess I'll have to make something up... I'm sorry it won't be the greatest.
"Winga... Wingo... oh drat it, I'm never going to get this right," Senara sighed, sitting back in the cushy chair she'd claimed as her own for the evening. She ran the hand still clasped firmly around her wand through her short-cropped hair, watching the shadow the fireplace cast on the wall do the same. It made her smile faintly.
"Niao?" Joe asked, slipping down from his perch atop the chair to curl up in her lap, on top of the book Sen had been trying so hard to learn from. He rolled over onto his belly and stared up at her with pleading eyes that said nothing less than 'I love you, pet me.'
Senara chuckled slightly, slipping her wand behind her ear like a pencil and rubbing the cat's belly. A half-smile, half-smirk crossed her face as the cat began to rumble in a constant, rolling purr, stretching himself out as far as he could, pawing at her shirt sleeve as he did so.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be you, hm?" she asked, not expecting a reply. "You can just roll over and give people those big eyes of yours and they just fall to pieces. No one cares if you can make things float or turn a teacup into a rat..."
Nick-Name: Sen
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Muggle-Born
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): 11
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): 1
Birthday: July 27th
Gender: Female
Likes: Making people laugh, being around other people, learning, animals, transfiguration, art
Dislikes: Bullies, being alone, silence, insects
Hobbies: Reading, learning about animagi, drawing
Favorite Food: Any form of pasta
Least Favorite Food: There's a lengthy list... peanut butter and onions among them
Favorite Drink: Root beer
Favorite Class: Transfiguration/Potions
Least Favorite Class: Divination
Favorite Color: Blue
Pet Name: Joe
Pet Race: Feline
Pet Age: 1
Pet Description: A rotund, surprisingly friendly cat. His fur is a solid honey-brown color, and he's often found sitting on the top of Senara's chair, watching her read or draw.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.):
Back at home, in Wisconsin - a state in the central part of the United States - Senara was the odd kid out. In a family of five, she was the youngest and easily the most looked down upon. She never fit in quite right in school, she didn't like the same things or think the same way as other kids her age. She was often bullied, thought of as an easy target by the bigger kids.
One after-school evening, a boy finally pushed her too far, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her about so swiftly her glasses flew across the hallway and shattered on the linoleum. She was never quite sure how that boy suddenly grew enormous buck teeth and ended up barred inside one of the lockers, but she was glad it happened.
That is, until she found herself sitting in the principle's office, being punished for it. She received a three day suspension from school.
It was during this three day suspension that the letter from Beauxbatons arrived. She hadn't the foggiest idea of what it was, or who had sent it... and her parents dismissed it as 'spam mail.'
Senara's parents were reasonable, working-class adults. Her mother worked in the local library, and her father drove mail trucks to neighboring states... once finally convinced that Beauxbatons was where their daughter needed to go, they were supportive. Her siblings, however, all thought she was a freak.
Personality: Senara's main delight in life is making other people happy. Mostly, she tries to make other people laugh - usually at her own expense. This is usually her technique for breaking the ice with people she'd like to befriend - and more often than not this backfires. When not trying to be the local jester, Senara is rather reserved, and will sit in a corner reading or drawing rather than trying to interact with people. She blames these conflicting traits on her siblings. If people don't find her funny, she believes people don't like her at all. It's perhaps a bit extreme, but after all, she is only eleven - and has quite a bit to learn yet.
Appearance: Sen is short, four feet six inches tall and not likely to get any taller than five feet. She's heavy-set, but not a fat person. Her hair is almost the same brown as Joe's fur, with a blond streak in front that her oldest sister always claimed was a rip-off of Rogue, from the X-men. Her eyes are a dark blue, set behind a pair of black wire-rim glasses. She loathes dresses, and doesn't much look forward to having to wear one every day at the Academy. When dressing casually, she prefers jeans or black pants and any form of shirt that fits her. Sen has a wide variety of facial expressions, most of which come in to play in her quest to make the world laugh. If she doesn't know how to react, she will just stare blankly.
Other: Since learning about them, Senara's been eager to find out how to become an animagus. She loves animals, finding great joy in the way they seem to make most everyone happy.
Role-Playing Sample (only needed for new people, must be somehow connected with Harry Potter): Well drat... I don't have anything saved that's Harry Potter related. I guess I'll have to make something up... I'm sorry it won't be the greatest.
"Winga... Wingo... oh drat it, I'm never going to get this right," Senara sighed, sitting back in the cushy chair she'd claimed as her own for the evening. She ran the hand still clasped firmly around her wand through her short-cropped hair, watching the shadow the fireplace cast on the wall do the same. It made her smile faintly.
"Niao?" Joe asked, slipping down from his perch atop the chair to curl up in her lap, on top of the book Sen had been trying so hard to learn from. He rolled over onto his belly and stared up at her with pleading eyes that said nothing less than 'I love you, pet me.'
Senara chuckled slightly, slipping her wand behind her ear like a pencil and rubbing the cat's belly. A half-smile, half-smirk crossed her face as the cat began to rumble in a constant, rolling purr, stretching himself out as far as he could, pawing at her shirt sleeve as he did so.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be you, hm?" she asked, not expecting a reply. "You can just roll over and give people those big eyes of yours and they just fall to pieces. No one cares if you can make things float or turn a teacup into a rat..."
