Post by Tarah Anderson on Apr 19, 2008 15:14:55 GMT -5
the ROLEPLAYER
Name: Natalie
Age: 16
Years Roleplaying: 3 1/2
Contact Info: PM
YIM: Calisfish@yahoo.com
Other Characters: Nada, Joel just told me about this site ^^
the WITCH//WIZARD
Full Name: Tarah Anderson
Nicknames: Andy
Gender: Female
Age:31
Birth Date: 8-30
Former House: Ravenclaw
Blood Status: Pureblood
Wand: 14’, Dragon Heartstring, Cherrywood
Position(s) at Hogwarts: Astronomy Professor
Height: 5’8
Weight: 135
Appearance: Tarah has shoulder length raven black hair. She has dark brown eyes, that in winter lighten to a very light brown. She stands at an amazing 5’8. She has almost no muscle as a result of always watching her siblings and never taking the dare to actually fly.
She is usually seen in sweaters that she or her mother have made. She isn’t one to be to concerned with what she looks like. She never does anything special with her hair nor does she wear a lot of makeup. Tarah is a down to earth girl, which leads to her wearing a lot of earth colors to balance out how dull her hair is. She is rather insecure about how herself compared to the others and yet she will never show it. Her family has a lot of beautiful children and Tarah feels she was not one of them. Thought she continues to act normal not dwelling on self pity.
Likes:
-Reading & Writing
-The midnight sky
- The color purple
-Music
-Family & Friends
-Horoscopes
-Learning even to this day
Dislikes:
-Idiots
-Liars
-Pollution
-Being unfaithful
- Pureblood supremacy
Personality: "Tarah" came from her great grandmother "Tarah ann," meaning to be overprotective. This word simply describes all of Tarah. She is an extremely hard worker, which takes being over protective to a new level. She can’t stand listening or even seeing someone pick on any one of her friends, a family member even an innocent by stander. She likes to be neat in everything she does, call her a neatfreak and she will neat freak you. She has a rather short temper about little things. She’s not a nitpicker, but she likes things to run smooth and can be quite the worrier.
Besides the slightly harsh outer self she displays. Inside Tarah is what you would call a huge “softie”. She can’t purposely be mean without a very good reason behind the matter. She is down right loyal and will always be up for a challenge. She doesn’t listen to others advice, so a bit of stubborn is also called for ingredients in this recipe. She hates being the damsel in distress but much to her dismay it happens quite often. Her twin brother also inquiring the “curse” of being over protective loves to get her out of sticky situations, even if he really shouldn’t. This young lady is the definition of Sugar and Spice. A sassy out going outside, and a sweet, loving inside. She balances out to become a “perfect”, daughter and sister.
Family:
Father: Steven Anderson
Mother: Clara (Craigen) Anderson
Siblings: Kayloni(11, 1st year Hufflepuff)
Joel (15, 5th year Ravenclaw)
Ashleigh(17, 7th year Hufflepuffs)
Nathaniel(Nate) (31, twin of Tara, Curse-Breaker for Gringrotts)
Other:Shaant &Andrea Craigen-Cousins
History: Sounds of a baby crying echoed the halls of the Anderson house on August 30. Tarah Ann Anderson was born to Steven and Clara Anderson. This small family grew up in the outskirts of Surrey. No little girls lived within their neighborhood in fact there was hardly any children at all. A few other boys for Nate to play with, leaving Tarah to sit by herself for a few years. After learning the basics Tara started to be a little tag along. For the most part her twin let her, but she did become a nuisance at one point.
Her sassy personality was part of hanging out with her brother. She learned very quickly that mum was not there to pick her up when she fell, and she would fall behind if she threw a little tantrum. Developing the tougher side of this young girl. She did pick up quite a few skills of her mother. At the age of 13 she was cooking along side of her mother and learning what it was going to take to become a mum herself. Her mother taught her one thing in particular, magic wasn’t everything and neither was blood. These two statements have stuck with her, her entire life.
As Tarah grew older, she was sorted into the brilliant house of Ravenclaw. Her brother were sorted into a different house. She took after her father while the other the rest of her siblings took after other members spread about in their family. As Tarah got close to anyone romantically, she always ended up having to get them “approved” through her brother. With her will or not he always found out everything and would hunt her down and make sure things would drift back to normal.
Tarah had always taken a interest in the sky, but as she studied Astronomy she knew this was what she wanted to do with her life. There was nothing better then to actually take some time out and lay on the ground. She use to take her younger siblings out of the house at night and help them find all the constellations in the sky. It was no surprise when she started working at Hogwarts becoming a professor of you guessed it, Astronomy.
other INFORMATION
Read the Rules? Of course
Anything Else? Not at the moment
Roleplay Sample: everything's fine.... Jaz repeated to herself, she was as close as she could get to the wood paneling of the frame of the gazebo. She was scared? Sure, She was an emotional wreck? Harsh...but sure. Jaz couldn't begin to describe her life lately. She had locked herself away from the world and when Trever tried to come talk to her, she about busted his nose. Sure she felt bad afterwards. But that was in the past. she had finally healed physically but that was about it. She was still as sore as hell from the heel kick into the ribs. She couldn't and wouldn't forgive herself for watching Lindzi kick herself and Siera around. What kind of friend just went ridiculously retarded like that. But then again, she couldn't stay like that forever. She had avoided Siera ever since that day. She felt week, and Jazsmine Patel was NOT weak!
Jaz stared at the wood paneling underneath her converse, which were laying 2 inches away from herself. Wrapped in her black hoodie, while wearing her infamous white tank top. Her hair was in a miserably done ponytail and looked as if she had just crawled out from underneath a rock. Her insides hurt worse then what the outsides looked like. A tear rolled down her face but she quickly whipped it away, she wouldn't have any more crying. It was time she finally got her act together. She stared over at the bench. This place. . . so many memories Jaz mustered up the voice to repeat a couple times. Just then a creak was heard, Jaz quickly grabbed her shoes and threw them on. She withheld her wand at point to strike anyone that came, yet nothing. Just then she could see something coming towards the steps, she slightly freaked out from her recent Anti-social behavior and jumped onto the side and grabbed onto the top beam and pulled her feet onto the roof. So she was hanging upside down. She watched as Xy came in and sat down in the bench directly below her. She swallowed hard. He looked......as bad as she did. Jaz bit her lower lip and watched him.
Her fingernails slid through a piece of the wood, she gritted her teeth yet she bared the pain it almost felt good. Once she gained posture she looked back down to him. The sudden disturbance left her with the hoodie undone, she watched as it carefully slipped from her waist. She sighed quietly as she continued to listen to the tiny threads break and crumble. She looked back towards Xy just in time for the hoddie to fall. Luckily aerodynamics were on her side as it floated behind him. She sighed in relief and then looked back towards Xy, just as she looked back her finger slipped and she slid farther down. Her legs clinging to the roof, and two arms sliding down the poles. Her hands were beat red from the instant friction and her face as pale as ever from having to conceive into socially interacting. She looked away from Xy while still hanging on by the tips of her fingers and sighed.
"Xy...."
Was all that seemed that was capable of coming from her mouth. She looked away once more and with that her fingers gave way. Her feet unwrapped from the roof as she fell, but instead of falling hard, she fell directly onto her feet. She placed a hand on her hoodie then picked it up and folded it within her arms, she then sighed looking away from him. She quickly ran a hand over the messed up pony tail. Were they both that messy without the other. It was rather pathetic. Almost like a puzzle and each other were the missing piece. She then folded her arms over her chest and sighed.
"Yo-your back"
