Post by SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE on Jan 15, 2012 10:28:52 GMT -5
LEDA • SERAPHINA • CURREN
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NICKNAMES: Leda
GENDER: Female
AGE/D.O.B: fifteen (10 // 02 // 63)
WAND: black limba, uncorn hair, ten inches, supple
HOUSE/YEAR: fifth year, ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: n/a
BLOOD STATUS: pure blood
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HAIR: dark brown, loose curls or waves, shoulder length
EYES: pretty eyes, not too large, but medium sized and colored a mysterious gray-blue
BODY AND HEIGHT: 5'4", thin but has a mature body, slight runner's legs, and a high metabolism; her skin is fair/pale, soft, and she can wear most colors, but deep purples, blues, and winter colors contrast with her eyes the best
DISTINCT MARKINGS: pierced ears, and she splurges sometimes with the eyeliner, though
CLOTHING/STYLE: puts enough thought into her looks without over-doing it; prefers layers, 'breezy' shirts, leggings or dark wash jeans or khakis, sensible shoes and jewelry, and comfortable cardigans
ANYTHING ELSE: being a ((metamorphaga)) has its benefits ...
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DISLIKES: being in large crowds, being ignored, recieving bad grades, nit-picky people(read: can be a bit nit-picky as well), most quidditch jocks
STRENGTHS: being a good listener, laying on the 'charm', charms, hexes, wards, has a good memory and learns quickly, quick thinker, very literate writer
WEAKNESSES: sometimes has trouble prioritizing, doesn't pay attention nearly so well when she's being forced, very skeptical of people and who she chooses to trust
PRIORITIES: spells and schoolwork(often also extracurricular writing poetry and such), reputation and friend-time, shopping and boy-time
BOGGART: being totally alone, dark,tight spaces, most creatures with 6+ legs or none at all
ERISED: to become a successful Charms witch and live happily married on the sea somewhere
VERITASERUM: she may be pureblood, but her father was a drunkard and her mother left her in a home where she was adopted once, sent back, and adopted a second time (Seraphina Curren and Craig Melber)
PATRONUS: her first trip to Diagon Alley; her mother taught her how to use her first spell, 'Avifors'
PENSIEVE: in third grade, her best friend found out she wet the bed on a sleep-over, and never spoke to her again
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Leda has an uncanny wittiness when it comes to soaking up magic. With a flick or two, she usually becomes adept at a new charm or spell very quickly. She prefers Professor Mcgonagall's class to many others because she enjoys her method of teaching, and prefers to have a lean rein when practising, rather than a firm hold. She likes teachers who allow her to grow and encourage her to try harder. She is very capable at brewing, and sometimes, when the class is reviewing a potion she's mastered already, she likes to branch out and see if there are other ways to achieve the same brew. In her fourth year, using this manner she accidentally discovered how to make a potion that emitted a noxious green smoke, and while the rest of the class was instructed to make the 'Volubilis' potion, she was taking detailed notes on an altogether new brew. Luckily, the professor stopped her before she experimented with it, mumbling as he confiscated the cauldron, "well it's a nasty brew...nasty old brew...could've been foolng around and..." Luckily, Leda hid her notes in her robes pocket, and resolved from thereforth to keep her experimentation outside of the classroom.
She has a wide group of acquaintances, or admirers in turn. She's a likeable, amicable person. Leda finds it easy to agree with people on most tings, that is, when they're students and aren't competing for anything. She is rather like a few different kinds of personalities, or sides of faces. Outside class, she's very sneaky and clever. She likes to lead the group often, but doesn't need to hog the spotlight to feel like she means something. She likes to feel important, but while every kid has had their share of bullying, Leda hasn't ever fallen prey to it. Most things that she doesn't like, she's able to walk away from. She's too charismatic to get bogged in the wishy-washy things, and will swear that she's completely self-reliant.
However, she does crush, like loads of girls her age. Her mother can trust her enough though, to know that she doesn't plan on derobing for any of them, anytime soon. She lets her smooth crowd control and leadership skills sort of float over things, and doesn't worry about them too much. Sometimes, her mother talks to her about all mannr of paranoid-ish things, but she simply listens quietly, because she loves her mother, and wouldn't trade her in for the world. he likes to just appreciate life sometimes, and while girls her age turn to swift romances or flyby gossip, she likes to enjoy the view or read an old text in Latin someplace. This is why she has a wide range of comfy-friends, but only a small group of good, loyal companions.
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MOTHER: Craig Melber
SIBLINGS: younger sister, Althaea
OTHER FAMILY: Aunt Helen, maternal; Grand-pere Jean, paternal; Uncle Carl, paternal
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: middle-upper class
HISTORY OVERVIEW: Leda was four years old when she met her mother and father. She could remember little about the couple that came for her before, and nothing about her real parents. Seraphina took her close to heart from the day she took her in. She was like a real mother to her -was a real mother- and they not only bonded, but became close pals. Seraphina hasn't yet told her, even to this day, that she was adopted. Leda hasn't asked; her mother reasoned that it was best to leave some situations alone. But Seraphina did promise herself that if Leda should ever ask, she wouldtell her whatever she wanted to know from her. Part of her, though, still wants to hold onto the possibility that Leda is her biological daughter, after all.
Leda was deftly urged by her parents to do what she could from an early age to excel at Hogwarts School. Leda grew up on her mother and father's stories of schooling there, and living in Dufftown, they weren't too far from the castle grounds themselves. Hogsmeade was a fair distance, but occasionally Leda would travel there over the summer and winter breaks of her first and second years. In her third year, her mother let her take her first train on her own, and she had a small party with some close friends and their parents, and stayed in the quaint town for near a week. Leda's mother frequented London as well, and here she allowed her daughter's taste in clothing to mature and blossom. She taught Leda how to stretch a dollar without feeling like she was buying cheap.
Third and fourth year at Hogwarts were much more involved as far as classes went and Leda found she quite enjoyed school there. She loved the forests and the lake. She didn't tell anyone, but she sometimes talked to the big squid in the lake, and she was certain it even liked her. Now, while Leda was within the confines of the castle walls, her common room, or class somewhere, she was an avid student who enjoyed chanting hexes and charms, brewing potions, and earning extra credit scores on her essays. She even had a small secret crush. She still dreamed huge-- she wanted to work for the Order, not in it, and create new charms and spells that ould change the world. It was a very profitable market, her mother said. For now, though, Leda was happy to learn all she could.
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YOURAGE: optional
YOURTIMEZONE: usa-central
YOUREXPERIENCE: two and a half years
YOUROTHERCHARS: Snape, Severus
YOURSAMPLE:
"Just bring me back some Bertie Botts' beans!"
Leda waved out the window. Her mother stood on Platform nine-and-three-quarters, waving hysterically. Mom, oh, Mom... Well, compared to some of the first-year parents, she was pretty tame. Leda could be thankful for that. But the architecture of the station was jus beautiful, and every time the term was about to begin she always, always looked forward to going to the station to see the old train and the fancy, years-old red bricks that were nowhere else in London, really. It was amazing how...how dumb Muggles were! Well, squibs at least. Leda actually had a very good Muggle friend, and she loved her to death. Given, she hadn't seen her since she was nine, but they talked sometimes. Anne asked her about her new school 'near Dufftown', and Leda always replied with a generic 'Fine'.
As soon as the train began to clatter and jostle, Leda felt all the excitement she would as if she were sitting in a jet plane, the wheel just leaving the ground. She imagined the push and flopped ungracefully back against the red velvet coach seat. Where were the girls? Oh, well. They normally took a while to sit down; some of them liked to talk, quite a lot. Well, Leda had some stories to tell, and she wasn't about to let them miss out. She stood up, brushed off her navy skirt, and straightened her black leggings. Running a hand through her glossy curls, she slid open the compartment door. The floor rocked slightly under her feet as the track ran over a rough patch. She quickly weighed whether she had any enemies who might notice the embroidered L.S.C on her luggage, and quickly warded the room against unfriendly trespassers only.
The lavatory was in the far back of the train. The trolley lady met her in the aisle, and Leda ducked into a room -unfortunately a full one- to make way. "Candy, dear?" the whithered lady asked. Leda gave the cart a quixck, disdainful glance and politely said, "Umm...nope, no thanks." A few guys sitting in the room bought some licorice wands, prolonging her stay further. When the lady moved on, Leda gave the closest one, a cute sixth-year with sideswept dark brown hair a wink. He caught it and smiled shyly, ducking his head. "See you guys!"
Leda reached the lavatory, almost crossing her legs. Jeez, I need to pee... She made it in good time and swung open the stall's door. And. Screamed.
Leda waved out the window. Her mother stood on Platform nine-and-three-quarters, waving hysterically. Mom, oh, Mom... Well, compared to some of the first-year parents, she was pretty tame. Leda could be thankful for that. But the architecture of the station was jus beautiful, and every time the term was about to begin she always, always looked forward to going to the station to see the old train and the fancy, years-old red bricks that were nowhere else in London, really. It was amazing how...how dumb Muggles were! Well, squibs at least. Leda actually had a very good Muggle friend, and she loved her to death. Given, she hadn't seen her since she was nine, but they talked sometimes. Anne asked her about her new school 'near Dufftown', and Leda always replied with a generic 'Fine'.
As soon as the train began to clatter and jostle, Leda felt all the excitement she would as if she were sitting in a jet plane, the wheel just leaving the ground. She imagined the push and flopped ungracefully back against the red velvet coach seat. Where were the girls? Oh, well. They normally took a while to sit down; some of them liked to talk, quite a lot. Well, Leda had some stories to tell, and she wasn't about to let them miss out. She stood up, brushed off her navy skirt, and straightened her black leggings. Running a hand through her glossy curls, she slid open the compartment door. The floor rocked slightly under her feet as the track ran over a rough patch. She quickly weighed whether she had any enemies who might notice the embroidered L.S.C on her luggage, and quickly warded the room against unfriendly trespassers only.
The lavatory was in the far back of the train. The trolley lady met her in the aisle, and Leda ducked into a room -unfortunately a full one- to make way. "Candy, dear?" the whithered lady asked. Leda gave the cart a quixck, disdainful glance and politely said, "Umm...nope, no thanks." A few guys sitting in the room bought some licorice wands, prolonging her stay further. When the lady moved on, Leda gave the closest one, a cute sixth-year with sideswept dark brown hair a wink. He caught it and smiled shyly, ducking his head. "See you guys!"
Leda reached the lavatory, almost crossing her legs. Jeez, I need to pee... She made it in good time and swung open the stall's door. And. Screamed.
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