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| cait | Jul 12 2009, 04:11 PM Post #1 |
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About You What should we call you? Cait should do just fine, feel free to get all creative. What is your gender? Female, I'm pretty sure. How can we get in touch with you? E-mail works best. How did you know we were here? Neopets advert. Did you read all of the rules? Yuppers! 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.
How many characters do you currently have on this board? None, zero,etc Anything else you want to tell us before we begin? Nothing I can think of. About Your Character Basics Full name: Lily Evans Nicknames: Lils, Evans, O Glorious Beauty, My One and Only, My Heart's True Desire, Emerald Flame Goddess, all courtesy of one James Potter. Ancestry: The Great Evans Clan, long line of florists and pastry chefs. Muggle florists and pastry chefs, that is. Gender: Female, thank you very much. Age: 15 Birthday: January 30, 1960 Sorted into: Gryffindor Who do you follow? Erm...myself? And the professors, being a bit of a "goody-two shoes." Though really, I don't see how responsibility and organization makes me a goody-two shoes, I just want to do well and be successful...eh, never mind. Wand: 10 1/4, Willow, Swishy, good for Charms. Not, apparently, good for Transfiguration. Personal Sexuality: I like boys, except for Potter. And, let's say Black too, just for good measure. Likes:
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Goals: Get through my O.W.L.S. alive, become a healer, matter. That's the big one, I suppose. I'd really like to matter. Fears:
Tics, Quirks & Habits: I read the end of books first. I don't need to guarantee a happy ending, I just like to know where things are going. I eat multicolored candy in Roy G. Biv order. My hair correlates to my mood. If it's down, I'm feeling pretty good. If it's in braided pig tails, I'm in serious work mode. And if it's in a bun, don't mess with me. Sort of like sweatpants. If I'm in sweatpants before ten o clock, you had best stay away. Pet Peeves: Perfume. In theory, it should work well in small doses. It seems, though, that no one can ever use it in reasonable amounts. Why, I ask, do you have to right to force other people to smell you? It's not right. Also, pranks involving the alteration of hair color. Let's be more original this year, alright boys? And shoes. Don't get me started on shoes. Favorite sounds and smells: Fresh biscuits. Everyone loves those, though. The smell of bread. The smell of Spring, of Christmas, of new books, and The Great Hall on feast days. As for sounds, music. The crackling of records, right before they start. Have you ever met a boggart? What does it look like? At a friends house, unfortunately. Back then it was me being ostracized at Hogwarts. It'd be different now, though. Over the summer, I read an article about aMuggleborn attack. That night, I had a nightmare about the suspected perpetrator. It was a distorted and evil figure, an amalgamation of every Muggle horror movie killer I'd seen. The sort of pure scary you can only concoct in your own brain, twisted and dark and invincible. It'd almost ceraintly be that. Oh bugger, now I'll be having nightmares tonight. Can you cast Patronus? What does it look like? What memory do you use? A doe, surprisingly. The memory I'd use is so...insignificant. The week before my letter came, we were all in the kitchen. Tuney spilled a bag of crisps all over the floor. We both braced ourselves, expecting to be yelled at. But our parents just laughed. Laughed until they cried. Laughed until they had to hold each other for support. Laughed until they collapsed on the floor, which set me and Tuney off. We all couldn't breathe, our stomachs ached, our eyes burned. I still don't know what was funny, but it was so pure and innocent, and simple, and real. What is the worst memory Dementors bring forward? The summer after second year, my grandparents (on my mum's side) died in rapid succession. It was awful, my mum was wrecked. And I wanted my big sister to comfort me. But we were way beyond that point. And I could tell she blamed me. She would never say it out loud, she wasn't evil. But the way she looked at me, you could tell. So pretty much any day from that summer would likely come up. Hopefully, I'll never go to Azkaban. That's certainly not in my life's plan. If you were to find the Mirror of Erised, what would you see? World peace, loads of galleons, etc. Oh, how clever I am. Truthfully, though, even after everything, I'd see Tuney. Next to me, in a Hogwarts uniform. Probably Hufflepuff, right? She'd be a Hufflepuff. Tell me a couple secrets about yourself: Well, there was that one time I had that dream about Potter. He just wouldn't put his shirt back on, though I swear I wanted him too. I really did. Oh, and, I don't actually like Slughorn that much. But, blimey, he's got connections. Personality: L is for loving. I love people! I is for intelligent! I love learning! L is for looks. I'm super pretty! Y is for YOU KNOW I'M JUST KIDDING! I guess the most significant part of my personality is how intensely I care. About everything, people, objects, animals, subjects. If I like a certain shirt, I'll keep it until that's left is a worn out rag. Or if I like a record, I'll listen until it's scratched to holy hell or Tuney takes it away for lack of variety. I suppose, in sort of a depressing way, that's true for everything else. I cling so tightly to my friends, sometimes they get annoyed. I'm like the dormitory mum. And subjects! I'll stay up all night doing charms homework, until I'm so burnt out I don't even want to levitate something. Then, two days later, I'm back at it. God, I hate talking about myself! Oh, look! Another one! Modesty. Sort of, at least. I'm well aware of the goods and bads about myself, and my skills and weaknesses. I just hate talking about them. And I don't know how to receive a compliment. Usually I stammer a thank you and blush. Unless it's Sev, then I laugh and hug him. Or James, then I tell him to bugger off, please and thank you. And then there's my temper, which is basically what you'd expect from a redhead. I like to think the reason I'm so easily set off is because of how many people expect me to be. Probably not true, though. I'm very prone to sarcasm, which I will employ at a moment's notice. And I have an arsenal of insults stored up if you cross me, most centering around "toerag," "prat," "imbecile," and "narrow-minded twat." I like to modify them with adjectives, but they all have the same basic structure. Have you ever noticed that there are always buzzwords people use when describing personalities? Sets of words that you have to choose from? Case in point, "shy," "outgoing." To be honest, I don't know which I am. Around Professors or strangers, I'm quiet and reserved and softspoken and highly polite. With my classmates, I'm crazy and sarcastic and loud and fun and awkward. With James, I'm angry and even mean sometimes. And with Sev, I'm mature and eloquent and intimate. How do you sum that all up into one word? Looks Distinguishing Features: Well, as my friends have so kindly pointed out to me, there's a series of freckles on my left arm that looks like the Big Dipper. And, of course, the explosion of red on top of my head. And my green eyes. And my shiny new Prefect's badge! That really doesn't count, I suppose. Hopefully I won't die during Prefect duty. Not-so-distinguishing features: Well, my walk is probably changed by the massive amount of books I carry around. You'd think four years of it would make me stronger. But it seems three months of lounging around in the summertime is enough to make me weak and pathetic all over again. Also, I can't go an hour without dropping something, or knocking something over. I'm not particularly prone to falling, but I'm not very graceful either. So, if you see something being knocked over, or someone flailing about embarrassingly, I am probably that person. Stop and say hello! Appearance: Let's turn this over to James Potter, eh? Or, at least, a note he left in my trunk at the end of last year.
Yes, well, I should probably put it in more normal terms, now. Well, I'm normal height, which is quite convenient, as there is really no way to ridicule normal sized people. "Oy, you! You are about the same size as everyone else!" Just doesn't have any sting to it, you know? I have, as I'm sure you gathered, bright red hair. Not strawberry blonde, not reddish brown. Red. Like, a firetruck. Or, as Sirius once put it, a particularly itchy rash. Not sure if he knows I heard that one. Sometimes I'm quite fond of it, others not so much. You see, sometimes it's very difficult to match things to red. I can't wear red, for instance, or pink, and lots of other colors that people with normal colors don't have to and dear Merlin, I sound shallow. And my eyes. I'm actually exceedingly fond of them. They're a clear, bright, definite green. You see, some people's eyes look like they just can't make up their mind. My eyes are quite certain of their identity, which I admire them for. And, they see perfectly, for which I am grateful. Unfortunately, since no one is perfect, my eyes have flaws too. They turn red as soon as I start to cry, or look at something a bit too bright. And my skin. My skin is white. Literally white. Like a sheet. I swear to you, I scared one of the Hufflepuff first years, because they thought I was a ghost. And freckles, too, unfortunately. And when my skin's not white, it's red, like a lobster. Nay, like my hair! A bit too much sun, and my whole entire physical being is the color of Slughorn's face after a hearty drinkfest. Place of Birth: Spinner's End Immediate family: The Honorable Mr. and Mrs. Peter Evans, Tuney, and our garden's groundhog Boppers. Extended family: Grammy and Grampy (on my dad's side.) My mum's sis, Daffodil, her husband Larry, their son George. Let me tell you, he's only seven years old, but George is well on his way to becoming a right twat. Other important people: Well, you know, everybody. Sev, my mates. I get on fine with anyone who's not a sociopath or James Potter. You see, he keeps coming up? Annoying prat. Pets: My owl, Floppers. Best mates with Boppers. They're quite a pair, them two. Get into all sorts of mischief. History: Lily Evans was born in a thoroughly normal way, and lived in a thoroughly normal way for the first 11 or so years of her life. When she was 5, she developed a fascination for princesses. For the next three years, her and Petunia would run around the yard, commanding their subjects (always an interesting mix of neighbors, stuffed animals, and various cooking utensils.) They got along incredibly well, with Lily idolizing Petunia for her knowledge of grown up matters like "Politicals", "Religulon", Love, and Make-Up. Then, on her eighth birthday, Lily received a Book. To this day she can't remember what it was, but it had lots of magic and fairies and such. "Princesses" became "Magical Adventure Kingdom." Lily and Petunia would roam all over, cooking together magic fun potions, rescuing handsome knights from evil dragons, riding unicorns (usually played by their next door neighbor, Harold.) They pretended they had magical powers, they were princesses able to make plants grow, talk to animals, and fly. Then it turned out Lily actually could. Well, sort of. She could certainly fly, if her rear was planted firmly to a swingset. Tuney never even liked that. So when Lily made the flower move, Petunia flipped. And the greasy boy in the bushes hadn't helped either. Severus Snape, Lily's best friend in the whole wizarding world. Had Lily been more introspective, she might have known the friendship was doomed. It was always tainted with guilt. As she grew close to Severus, she lost her Tuney, her sister. It was unreasonable, Lily would later realize, for her sister to be acting this way. She would never ask Tuney to give up something like this. But at the time, and still to this day, the loss was unbearable. Her sister. Her fellow princess. Her protector. Her one and only best friend ever in the whole wide world. Tuney grew up full of bitter jealousy and hatred. It distorted both her personality and her face. Lily was lucky to escape such a fate. Before going to Hogwarts, Lily had never spent more than a night away from her Mum and Dad. So getting onto that train was the single most frightening experience of her eleven years of thoroughly normal living. She thanked god for giving her Severus to help her. Or, as Sev would later explain to her, she thanked "Merlin." That train ride had been when she met James Potter and Sirius Black. She considered them her mortal enemies for three years, doing her best to beat them in every class. She even got two whole detentions, cursing them when they made fun of Sev. Fourth year she gave up that whole childish mortal enemies bit, but they were still The Biggest Two Nuisances In Her Life. She made some friends in her house, year, and classes, though none came close to Sev in her heart. He was always patient with her, never expecting her to know everything he knew. He would gently explain to her the rules of Quidditch, or the positions in the Ministry, or the testing system. And with Sev, she actually talked. There was no need to gloss everything over with a coat of gossip and catty insults. It was during one of these conversations, usually held in the hallways or by the Lake, that Lily realized she was going to be a healer. Those conversations were here favorite, as she would rest her head on his shoulder, and they would close their eyes, and just open themselves up to each other. Lily's story is the story of other people. Of her connection with them, her feelings towards them, her compassion for them. And Sev, her ultimate person, made her realize this. Misc Anything else you want to share? Thank you for reading this! Edited by cait, Jul 12 2009, 11:55 PM.
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| Fox | Jul 13 2009, 01:16 AM Post #2 |
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Now that's a Lily I could learn to love. or just, y'know, love from the start. Accepted. Feel free to change the past and mess with the future by actually falling for Severus Snape. ~_^ |
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| cait | Jul 13 2009, 01:20 AM Post #3 |
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Haha, thank you! The way I see it, Lily's always been in a relationship with Snape, she just doesn't and probably never will know it. Quick question. Should I just hop in wherever old Lily left off? |
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| Fox | Jul 13 2009, 01:24 AM Post #4 |
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That's up to you. If you want to, then go ahead.
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| Spider | Nov 14 2009, 08:39 PM Post #5 |
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Sirius B, Barty C Jr., Cuthbert B, Poppy P, Alphard B, Bellatrix B, Minerva MG
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