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Dorcas Elizabeth Meadowes; Gryffindor, 5th year
Topic Started: Jun 14 2009, 09:12 PM (266 Views)
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About You
What should we call you? Annie
What is your gender? Judging by the feminine name, I'd say I'm a girlie.
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Show us a sample post, from any game. A recent one would be nice. Doesn’t have to be the character you’re applying for.
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All was peaceful and serene in the Gryffindor Girls' Dorm. The sun was slowly rising up into the sky, casting a glow through the curtain-covered windows. A cat purred luxuriously, a few girls snored softly or quietly got out of their warm beds. Everything was perfect. And then, of course, a petite brunette ruined everything.

A loud thump echoed through the room, followed by a string of curses that would make even the Marauders' jaws drop. The girl got to her feet, wobbling slightly. Her blue-green (though she argued they were green-blue, since there was much more green in comparison to blue) eyes narrowed grudgingly at the bed. If looks could kill, and if beds were alive, she'd be in serious trouble. "Oi, fan-bloody-tastic. Another morning!" she huffed, turning away from the offending bed and stomping off to the bathroom. Quite the drama queen, no?

It was only fifteen minutes or so later that the girl, Dorcas Meadowes- or Dory as she was often called-, was fully dressed in a clean and wrinkle-free uniform. Her hair lay flat, shining prettily in the sunlight- a glimpse of a red-tint occasionally visable. She had even gone to the extend of putting on some make-up. Dorcas had lined her round eyes with a bit of eyeliner, and added a tad mascara just to shake things up. Her plump lips were shiny with clear lip gloss, her cheeks rosy with just a bit of blush.

"Perfect," she murmured to herself, smiling in the mirror. Of course, perfection never lasted long around Dorcas Meadowes. Mere seconds after she turned around and went to grab her bag, her foot caught on a forgotten shoe and she tumbled to the ground. A groan escaped her lips as she lay there for a few moments before pushing herself up. One look in the mirror showed that her hair was dishevaled, her make-up slightly messed up, and her clothes were properly wrinkled again. "Just bloody wonderful!" she exclaimed in anger. But she certainly wasn't going to go through all that getting ready again. Why bother?

With that, the brunette grabbed her bag and stomped down the stairs into the common room. Upon seeing Lily Evans, she plopped down into an arm chair nearby the redhead and let out an over dramatic sigh. "Lily, darling, just kill me now!" she held a hand to her forehead in a dramatic pose. Just another normal day for a not-so-normal girl.


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About Your Character
Basics

Full name: Dorcas Elizabeth Meadowes, is my name. Any smart comments and you'll get a black eye. Dorcas means "gazelle," apparently, and is my name thanks to some great-great-great aunt or something like that. All I remember is that the previous Dorcas is very old and/or very dead. My dear mother chose Elizabeth because she thought the name was pretty and oh-so-chic. And Meadowes is just my surname because it is. It's most unfortunate that we don't live by a meadow, though.
Nicknames: Mother-dearest insists that nicknames are terrible things and gives her "if looks could kill, you'd be long gone, my friend" glare anytime anyone calls me anything but Dorcas in her lovely presence. My darling father, he calls me Dory. I prefer it, really. So call me Dory. And none of this "Dorky" stuff. Stupid immature boys. Cassy or just plain Meadowes is okay, as well.
Ancestry: Oh so pure, darling. Couldn't give a damn.
Gender: Female, I would hope.
Age: Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to ask a lady her age? Fifteen, if you must know.
Birthday: June 27- don't be cheap, either.
Sorted into: Gryffindor; I take after my darling father.
Who do you follow? Whoever I bloody well please.
Wand: 10 inches willow with a unicorn hair center. Jealous? You should be.
Personal
Sexuality: Sorry ladies, but I'm all for the guys.
Likes:
Coffee
Tea
Snow
Cats
Drama
Gossip
Boys
Muggle theatre
Music
Singing
Dancing
Having fun
Being crazy

Dislikes:
Organizing
Planning
Sitting still
Dogs
Bananas
Arrogance
Rules
Overly strict people
Anyone who "simply can't deal" with me

Strengths:
Spontaneity; I'm very spontaneous and fun. Ask anyone.
Dramatics; how dare you think I'm dramatic!!!
Defense Against the Dark Arts; I am quite good at fighting.
Sarcasm; no really?
Independence; I wouldn't try to tell me what to do or you might find your wand up your nose.

Weaknesses:
Bluntness; apparently I'm too blunt and mean. Is it really so mean to tell people that their sweaters look hideous?
Organization; who needs it?
Thinking before acting/speaking; goes with the bluntness, I suppose. But sometimes, you simply can't hesitate.
Charms; I'm dreadful.
Temper; which might be why loads of boys are too afraid to date me...

Goals:
Goal number one is to piss off Mother Dearest in any way possible. Goal number two is to become famous while still following goal number one; I'm thinking I show go into muggle theatre- everyone says I'm dramatic. Goal three is to find Mr. Oh-so-perfect-he-makes-my-heart-stop-beating or at least find some hunky boy to snog a bit.

Fears:
I fear nothing!
Okay, well, I suppose I'm not too fond of rabbits. It's quite a long story, really. And I'm rather afraid of disappointing my darling father. Plus I'm a bit worried about death by fire. Do you know how painful that would be?

Tics, Quirks & Habits:
I'm told I talk too much.
I also am "far too dramatic." But I think that's an opinion.
Words of endearment like "darling" and "dear" are said entirely too much by me.
When I'm thinking or worrying, I bite my lip.
Without coffee, I'm a mess.
I hum a lot and it drives many crazy.
Sarcasm; enough said.

Pet Peeves:
Mother Dearest; she drives me up the wall.
People biting their nails; I might stab you with a spoon, if you do.
Dogs slobbering all over the place; it's disgusting, no?
Girls who throw themselves at boys; have some decency!

Favorite sounds and smells:
I adore the smell of lilacs- they're my favorite flower.
Pine is also a lovely scent.
Coffee. I can't live without it!

I love music, which is definitely a sound. I don't even care what type.
The sound of cheering/screaming/applause/what you hear at a Quidditch game; it's such a rush.
My darling father's comforting-voice. It always made everything better.

Have you ever met a boggart? What does it look like?
Unfortunately so. Just last summer, actually. It took the form of my mother-dearest and started yelling at me, using some really low blows and it even looked like she was about to slap me.

Can you cast Patronus? What does it look like? What memory do you use?
Sort-of. I'm still working on perfecting my patronus, but I have gotten one or two good ones. It takes the form of a darling puma- probably symbolizing how I could totally kick your arse. I've been using the memory of the time my darling father took me out to the theatre for the first time, but perhaps I should find an even happier memory to strengthen my patronus. Unfortunately, I'm at a loss for happier memories.

What is the worst memory Dementors bring forward?
It's actually a bit like my boggart. It was over Christmas break in my fourth year and I was spending some time with Mother Dearest. We were shopping or something and their was this fit muggle boy that was flirting with me at some store. As soon as Mother Dearest noticed, she immediately forced me to leave and when we got home she screamed at me about how I shouldn't associate with such scum, how I'm such a slut, and then she slapped me. I cried.

If you were to find the Mirror of Erised, what would you see?
Mother Dearest smiling and hugging me and Father Darling like she used to before she turned into such a cruel bitch. I suppose her and my darling father would be back together and we'd be a real, happy family like we haven't since before I was seven.

Tell me a couple secrets about yourself:
The way my mother treats me and doesn't care really does effect me, even though I try my hardest to seem like it doesn't.

I was once absolutely smitten with Sirius Black, but I was a foolish thirteen-year-old then. Still, I probably wouldn't say no to a bit of snogging with him. I mean, have you bloody looked at him? He's fit!

I'm rather worried that I'm going to end up alone. Sometimes it seems like no boy can tolerate me.

I might not seem like the type, but I adore children and someday want my own. Surprising, isn't it? Most people figure I'm not the "aww, so cute!" type.

Personality:
People say that I'm loud, fun and crazy. Quite a combination, eh? I don't disagree. I'm definitely loud, since there's not much point in being quiet. Why go through life without anyone actually hearing you? I do also like to think I'm fun. I mean, I live for the moment, I do whatever I want whenever I want, and I like to have a good time. As for crazy, well, having fun usually means I do something that makes me look like a nutter. Really, sometimes I act like a complete fool, but it hardly ever embarrasses me. I have a very good embarrassment-toleration. Not much you do can get me to blush.

Speaking of blushing, I can be quite a flirt. Boys seem to like it, and I like boys. I also do quite like having some attention. Once again, why go through life without being noticed? I guess that's why I've considered becoming an actress. Though, that might be due to the rebellious trait of mine. See, I do just about anything I can to annoy the hell out of my Mother Dearest. Which someone said is really all just to get attention from her or something. They said that my whole want to be the center of attention is all just because I didn't get my mother's love as a child. You have to wonder what they were smoking.

On the subject of smoking, I have smoked before. Meaning I'm daring. See, I knew Father Darling would kill me if he knew, but those fit muggle boys down the road dared me to try some, so I did. I didn't take to it, though. The point is, I'm daring and I never turn down a dare. I suppose that's why I'm a Gryffindor; lots of foolish bravery, courage, valour, and all that nonsense. I do enjoy the look on people's faces when I accept the dumbest dares in the known world. Which is probably because I'm stubborn as hell and love to prove people wrong. Combined with my scary temper, I swear I could get some people to admit the sky is really green.

A lot of girls think I'm a total bitch. Some blokes probably do too. That would most likely be because I tell it like it is. Not to mention, I like to gossip. Oh yes, I always know the latest news going around the castle, so if you need to know something, come to me. But the real reason some people label me as a bitch might be because I'm dead good at getting revenge. Oh yeah, if you do something to me or one of my mates, you're gonna get it. I like to think of it as just helping karma along.

Looks
Distinguishing Features: Well, my eyes are really, really blue. I suppose that's distinguishing. I'm also rather short and thin, though I prefer "petite." That is probably distinguishing. More distinguishing-ly, I have a belly button piercing. But keep quiet about that; I had it done over the summer during one of my "fits of rebellion."
Not-so-distinguishing features: I've been told I have a charming smile in addition to a confident, almost smirk-like, look that is supposedly always on my face.
Appearance:
I suppose you would first notice my petite-ness. Of course, you would probably just say I'm tiny, which is not as nice-sounding. Tiny is for kittens or mice, not for people. Anyways, I am rather small. I clock in at exactly 5'2 and 3/4. Though, I tell most people that I'm 5'4. My dream is to make it to that height, which isn't going to happen. Accompanying my height is a small weight, though I'm not going to share. The point is, I'm thin. I prefer "slender," though. I am curvy enough, though. Which can be annoying. You try finding good jeans when you've got hips.

As for my face, it's what you'd call heart-shaped, I guess. It's not really a heart, obviously. I've got a small nose, luckily, and my mother dearest says I have a big mouth. I've never been sure if she means I talk a lot (which I do) or I literally have a big mouth (which I think I do). My lips are big, anyways. But my favorite feature has to be my eyes. They're really round and wide, but an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous shade of blue. Everyone is jealous and I really don't blame anyone. They're a bit of a gray-ish blue, but definitely more blue than anything.

Moving on to my hair, it's a pretty dark brown shade. It's not boring brown, though. It's a lovely, elegant, chocolate-y kind of color. A deep, rich brown. I do like it, quite a bit. Currently, my hair is cut so that it falls a good few inches past my shoulders. It's kind of wavy, but in a nice way, and I have bangs at the moment. They look good though, and Mother Dearest says they cover my big forehead. Unfortunately, I have to agree with her.

Place of Birth: Harrow, London.
Immediate family:
Isolde Jones, my mother dearest.
Christopher Meadowes, my darling father.

Extended family:
As a pureblood, I'm related to just about everyone. I know, it's great, isn't it? However, we're not particularly close with anyone really. Mother Dearest is basically at war with her family and most of the Meadowes have died off. It's a pity; Grandma Meadowes was quite a character. Not to mention she always had, er, interesting things to say about Mother Dearest.

Other important people:
My friends are important, I would think. However, I don't feel like naming them. I might miss someone and be burned alive by them at a later point in time. Not a good idea.

Pets:
Just my darling little kitten. His name is Dizzy and he's a sweet little orange and white little thing with big blue eyes. My darling father got him for me as a present for my birthday.

History:
I suppose I should begin with my parents. See, they met at Hogwarts and my father swept my mother off her feet by being all romantic and such. Their parents never much liked it, but just figured their teenage love would pass. Unfortunately, they decided at age nineteen to marry and I was the product of that mistake. See, my parents did lose their love after a while of time spent together. Specifically when I was around seven years old, but we'll get their eventually.

So darling little baby me was born and everyone was happy. I was absolutely adorable and everyone loved me. My parents gave me everything a little sweetheart like myself could want, as they both came from wealthy families and were, quite frankly, loaded. Everything was completely perfect (aside from my parents' already deteriorating marriage) until I turned two and entered what many refer to as "the terrible twos."

I was a menace. Really. I caused loads of havoc, put everything in my mouth, and destroyed half the house on a regular basis. And I stayed a wild child for a long time, seeing as my parents weren't good with discipline. So basically, I was a little brat up until I was six and my parents finally, not knowing what to do, sent me off to Grandma Meadowes to be "fixed." I must say, I have to give all credit for my charming personality to her. Darling Grandma was the one who taught me how to be bubbly and well, me, without being a complete threat to society as we know it. Not to mention, she introduced me to the world of sarcasm and the excessive use of terms of endearment.

So, by age seven, I was a generally good kid. Not to mention, my parents already knew I had magic in me, thanks to lots of magical tantrums. But me being able to behave was not enough to save my parents' marriage. See, my mother was apparently seeing the "real person" that my dad was and began acting like a total psycho. She kicked him out and divorced him. My darling father was a bit upset, but he realized that she'd changed. Luckily, he still adored me and forced Mother Dearest to give him rights to see me loads. I'm quite sad I don't get to live with him all the time, though.

Anyways, I spent the rest of my childhood trying to avoid my horrible mother and praying that I could leave for Hogwarts soon. Naturally, when I arrived at Hogwarts, I loved it. Freedom from Mother Dearest. Now, I spend half my time away from Hogwarts with Mother Dearest and half of it with Darling Father. But most of my time is spent at wonderful Hogwarts.

Over my years at Hogwarts, I have done nothing too spectacular. I was sorted into Gryffindor with very little hesitation. I have made friends as well as enemy. I've done stupid things, I've done fun things, I've even done stupidly fun things. Basically, it's been an average time. Well, as average as a wizarding school can be. Now, I'm a fifth year and I've got loads more pressure on me. I'm not worried though. OWLs aren't that important, even though they insist they are.

Misc
Anything else you want to share? Well, obviously I call my mother, Mother Dearest in a sarcastic way and my father, Darling Father in a real he's-so-wonderful way- just in case you didn't get that.
Edited by annie, Jun 14 2009, 09:25 PM.
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You know what? I'm gonna say... Accepted! By Spider. She sounds like fun, and you seem to have a really good grasp of her character (and I suspect Sirius was one of those boys who called her Dorky).

Would you like a personal forum for her? Let me know if you do.
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