Post by Sarah Eva Cooper on May 9, 2009 17:26:14 GMT 9.5
hey, sarah eva cooper
what are you fighting for?
what are you fighting for?
help me out said the minnow to the trout
nick names»» none really.
birthdate»» april fifteenth
age»» twelve.
gender»» female
sexuality»» straight
blood»» pure
squib or magical»» magical
canon or original»» original
member group»» second year
view on squibs»» against
voldemort or harry»» voldemort
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please, I know that we're different
school»» hogwarts
house»» slytherin
patronus»» the day she found out she was a witch. her parents hadn't told her for years, and the day they told her she was, a smile came accross her face and she said "i always knew i was special".
boggart»» being alone and unloved by all.
mirror of erised»» to be worshiped by everyone.
amortentia»» food, perfume, success (she is certain she can smell it).
discovering magic»» she was eleven at the time. her parents had already told her that she was a witch, and so she knew it was coming. she loved the idea about being magical, as she knew that power came with it. before she had even done any magic, she was looking down on those she knew couldn't, believing herself to be better than them. as time went on, she got very anxious about the day that she would first performe a magic trick. she got rather frustrated that the day hadn't come already, but she kept waiting.
eventually, one day at school, a new girl came. she decided that she didn't like her, as she was apparently a "freak". sarah made her trip. at the time, she wasn't trying to, but she was hoping that it would happen. that's how she knew she did it. after it happened, she was very pleased with herself, and couldn't wait to make her way to hogwarts to learn some more powerful spells. she loved the idea of being able to control other peoples actions, and can't wait till the day she turns seventeen so she can do magic outside of school.
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we're not that different after all
eyes»» green-ish.
body type»» thin, strong.
distinguishing features»» she looks older than she really is. her whole image is quite stunning.
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not your everyday circumstance
dislikes»» the other houses, supporters of dumbledore, supporters of harry, squibs, supporters of squibs, people who don't like her, school work, teachers who give her homework, subjects which she fails at, anything unfashionable.
strengths»» strong personality, stands up for what she believes in, can be nice to people she likes, doesn't let anyone push her around, physically strong, brave.
weaknesses»» can be scary, not friendly to most people, doesn't have any work ethic, doesn't listen very well, not very likable.
habits and quirks»» staring at people, rolling her eyes, laughing at people "below" her, avoiding people, constantly talking about people behind their back.
secrets»» she actually cares about what other people think about her.
five words»»
[li] SELFISH "she sees herself as better than most other people. she refuses to share with anyone, yet demand they do so for her."
[/li][li] CONFIDENT "anyone would be foolish to say she lacks confidence."
[/li][li] DEMANDING "if it's someone she doesn't like, she would ask the world of them. she even tries to push teachers around sometimes; it's her way of getting what she wants."
[/li][li] STUNNING "even at twelve, she can stop guys in her path. she has beautiful hair, eyes and body, and she knows how to use it."
[/li][li] STRONG "in more ways than one. she could win a fist fight against a male, and she won't cry at the sight of blood."
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i've fallen from my nest so high above
hometown»» england
parents»» linda and issac
siblings»» only child
other family»» none
family pets»» owl.
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we were one cell in the sea in the beginning
age»» seventeen
experience»» years on and off
contact information»» PM
how did you find us»» made you
anything else»» squibs will own the school
roleplay sample»» somewhere...[/size][/ul]
It was just another day. Ron Weasley wandered the corridors, unusually without the company of one of his best friends, Harry. He was, as usual, in search of, you guessed it: girls. Girls were one creature that Ron's life would not be complete without. He loved them. Every last one of them, even in some cases, the less attractive ones. But he preferred the attractive ones, of course. It was their body that really got him hooked. It was just so different from his own, so it was only natural that he would develop some sense of curiosity. Every male, or really, most male did; perhaps not as extreme as he did, but they did all the same. It was also they way they looked at him, some of them, like he didn't exist. In Ron's mind, that meant they were just asking for him, like they were craving him as much as he was craving them. Of course, he remained oblivious to the hate most of them had towards of him, describing it to be "playing hard to get" or whatever. He always had some explanation, which he, rather amazingly, believed in. It had seemed for a long time that Ron's amazingly high ego would be something no one could ever reduce. Perhaps they were right. So far, after fifteen years of trying, no one had succeeded in this challenge.
Earlier that day, as well much of the night before this one, Ron had stood in front of the mirror practising yet another one of his looks. This one, he had told Harry, would be a winner. In truth, it wasn't that different to all the others, as there was only so many looks his face was capable of making, but he had assured Harry that it gave away something special, and that all the ladies would be worshiping him in no time. This time, he was sure of it. And, if he didn't end up snogging the next girl they saw, it only meant that they would want him more. So really, there was no stopping him; there never was. It took a while before Ron saw any girls around. Presumably, most of them had heard he was coming, and ran in the opposite direction before he could even see them. But this was never something Ron considered. He just kept on walking through the corridors, failing miserably. Occasionally, he would get excited when he heard footsteps, only to later find out that he was about to hit on another male, or worse, a professor. Imagine the embarrassment! The rumours! That would have, for sure, gone down in history. After a good five minutes, because Ronald did have a short attention span, he shook his head decisively, and decided to go back to the common room to practice a bit more; perhaps they were all in their own common rooms, discussing their love for him! Believe it or not, the Gryffindor did see this as a possibility.
Keeping his famous, show-off walk (which apparently was rather sexy) in case he was to see any eye candy on the way back to the common room, Ron turned back. Of course, as he walked, his mind was stuck on everything it was usually on: girls, his walk, his expressions, how sexy he was, how sexy girls were. So, as a result, Ron's mood was very evidently placed on his face with one of those smiles a person has when they've just played a hilarious joke on someone. He hoped that when he got back to the common room, Hermione would be there, so he could practice the look on there. After all, she was probably the closest thing to a girl that he had, and he was sure that she wouldn't mind. And if she did just roll her eyes at him, he would presume it meant he looked sexy, and she was just refusing to admit it. After all, that was probably true a lot of the time. At least, that's what Ron told himself - and Hermione, actually, no matter how much she attempted to deny it (which she did, every time).
Once he reached the common room, Ron said the password, waited for the portrait to open, and looked around for his friends. He really thought that they should have some sort of device which would tell them where each other were; things would be so much less complicated that way. Ron was a very simple guy, so he figured that it made sense. Only, unfortunately for him, that wasn't the type of thing he usually thought about until he actually needed it, and therefore always forgot to ask Hermione about it. Speaking of which, after taking a few steps into the room, he discovered she wasn't there. Unless, of course, she was in the girls dorm, but seeing as there was no way that he could think of for him to check this, he went to the conclusion that she wasn't there. In her place, sitting comfortably on the couch, was his brother, George. He sat without his twin, Fred, as well as any of his other, usual company. Now that was strange. 'Hey, George,' he called out, soon realising that he appeared to be sleeping. Without giving George a chance to even move, Ron took off his shoe, and softly threw it at his brother, 'where's Fred?' he asked a moment later, then paused. 'Or are you Fred?' He laughed; the twins had a habit of joking around about which one they were. Of course, Ron knew that it was George. Although, he wasn't sure whether George would take too kindly to having a shoe being thrown at him, but, in all honesty, he didn't care; they were brothers, it was okay to throw a shoe at each other every now and then.
Then, Ron had an idea. 'Hey, what do you think of this?' he asked, giving a rather seductive look to his brother. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were a little winced, staring into the distance, almost completely missing eye contact with George. Apparently, the same was meant to happen when he did it to the girls. It was no wonder they ran, really. 'Sexy, hey!'
Earlier that day, as well much of the night before this one, Ron had stood in front of the mirror practising yet another one of his looks. This one, he had told Harry, would be a winner. In truth, it wasn't that different to all the others, as there was only so many looks his face was capable of making, but he had assured Harry that it gave away something special, and that all the ladies would be worshiping him in no time. This time, he was sure of it. And, if he didn't end up snogging the next girl they saw, it only meant that they would want him more. So really, there was no stopping him; there never was. It took a while before Ron saw any girls around. Presumably, most of them had heard he was coming, and ran in the opposite direction before he could even see them. But this was never something Ron considered. He just kept on walking through the corridors, failing miserably. Occasionally, he would get excited when he heard footsteps, only to later find out that he was about to hit on another male, or worse, a professor. Imagine the embarrassment! The rumours! That would have, for sure, gone down in history. After a good five minutes, because Ronald did have a short attention span, he shook his head decisively, and decided to go back to the common room to practice a bit more; perhaps they were all in their own common rooms, discussing their love for him! Believe it or not, the Gryffindor did see this as a possibility.
Keeping his famous, show-off walk (which apparently was rather sexy) in case he was to see any eye candy on the way back to the common room, Ron turned back. Of course, as he walked, his mind was stuck on everything it was usually on: girls, his walk, his expressions, how sexy he was, how sexy girls were. So, as a result, Ron's mood was very evidently placed on his face with one of those smiles a person has when they've just played a hilarious joke on someone. He hoped that when he got back to the common room, Hermione would be there, so he could practice the look on there. After all, she was probably the closest thing to a girl that he had, and he was sure that she wouldn't mind. And if she did just roll her eyes at him, he would presume it meant he looked sexy, and she was just refusing to admit it. After all, that was probably true a lot of the time. At least, that's what Ron told himself - and Hermione, actually, no matter how much she attempted to deny it (which she did, every time).
Once he reached the common room, Ron said the password, waited for the portrait to open, and looked around for his friends. He really thought that they should have some sort of device which would tell them where each other were; things would be so much less complicated that way. Ron was a very simple guy, so he figured that it made sense. Only, unfortunately for him, that wasn't the type of thing he usually thought about until he actually needed it, and therefore always forgot to ask Hermione about it. Speaking of which, after taking a few steps into the room, he discovered she wasn't there. Unless, of course, she was in the girls dorm, but seeing as there was no way that he could think of for him to check this, he went to the conclusion that she wasn't there. In her place, sitting comfortably on the couch, was his brother, George. He sat without his twin, Fred, as well as any of his other, usual company. Now that was strange. 'Hey, George,' he called out, soon realising that he appeared to be sleeping. Without giving George a chance to even move, Ron took off his shoe, and softly threw it at his brother, 'where's Fred?' he asked a moment later, then paused. 'Or are you Fred?' He laughed; the twins had a habit of joking around about which one they were. Of course, Ron knew that it was George. Although, he wasn't sure whether George would take too kindly to having a shoe being thrown at him, but, in all honesty, he didn't care; they were brothers, it was okay to throw a shoe at each other every now and then.
Then, Ron had an idea. 'Hey, what do you think of this?' he asked, giving a rather seductive look to his brother. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were a little winced, staring into the distance, almost completely missing eye contact with George. Apparently, the same was meant to happen when he did it to the girls. It was no wonder they ran, really. 'Sexy, hey!'
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