Post by Persephone Whitaker on May 25, 2008 3:54:50 GMT -5
the ROLEPLAYER
Name: Bee
Age: 17
Years Roleplaying: 4
Contact Info: jelly_gal@live.com.au
Other Characters: None
the WITCH
Full Name: Persephone Athena Whitaker
Nicknames: Per, Percy, Whitaker
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Birth Date: 16th August
Year: 6th
Blood Status: Half
Wand: 11”, Alder, Pegasus hair core
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 125 lbs
Appearance: Persephone carries herself like an over relaxed bum. She slouches slightly and wanders more than walks. The blonde walks slowly and without purpose with the exception of when she is running late, on her way to an emergency or hungry. “Nothing’s going anywhere, and it’ll all still be there when I get there,” she always says to justify her meandering saunter. Her feet point outward slightly when she walks giving her the walk the appearance of a slow strut. Her walk is led by her toned stomach and hips, also intensifying her slow strut. When sitting, Persephone’s slouch is very prominent; she prefers to sit with her legs crossed Indian style or propped up against her chest.
Standing five feet two inches off the ground, Persephone is sometimes considered a petite woman. She is not however. Under the black robes and house colors are muscles that can best most anyone in any conditions. She works hard to maintain these muscles; she exercises often and is in very good shape. Her legs are long and a lightly tanned in color from her many hours a day outside. She enjoys showing them off and takes every advantage to do so. Revealing robes are the best to her; she hardly ever does up all the buttons or zips things up all the way.
Persephone hates to dress in the Hogwart’s uniform, but is practically forced to since Hogwarts is a boarding school. And although she does very much try to wear it properly, she usually fails at trying to do so, as she almost always wakes up late in the morning. The only thing she’s ever able to do in that short amount of time is quickly change into her uniform, sometimes even wearing her robe or shirt inside out, snag her things and leave the Common Room in a state of uncontrolled messiness. In order to desperately fix her appearance, she carries a tiny, silver framed mirror with her, and tries to apply make-up in class, which usually ends in a disaster; such as stabbing her blue-green eyes with the mascara stick or getting lipstick on her teeth, because her other hand is trying to focus on class while scribbling down notes in her untidy scrawl.
Her golden hair extends to somewhere below to her shoulders blades, but don’t let its color fool you. Persephone also has longer than average eyelashes and slightly arched dark brown eyebrows. Her eyes reflect her defiance; look to them to see what she’s really feeling inside. She has had clear skin for some time now, but she still washes her face and takes precautions to keep her skin the way it is. Persephone’s oval shaped face is completed by her pouty lips and straight, white teeth. Her Cheshire cat smile is very inviting and she has dimples that are very prominent when she laughs. Her face is quite expressive, most of the parts of her face having a wide range of motion. She can move, arch and knit her eyebrows independently of one another, though if the left one goes up they both do, and pull up the left side of her lips independently of the right side. While she’s capable of maintaining a flat affect when she works at it, micro-expressions often peak thru.
And there is one more thing, which has had a nice amount of impact on Persephone’s looks: Quidditch. It seems to be simply running through her veins; it is in her very nature to fly. Of course, she has a few scars decorating her well-shaped body, but they are invisible to those who do not know where they are. She usually hides them under her clothes; that is, unless she is in a particularly “showy” mood, which only happens to shine through after an inspiring Quidditch game or when someone’s spiked the pumpkin juice, yet again.
Likes:
Muggle Rock Music
Herbology
Yo-Yos
The Library
Quidditch
Surprises (good ones, anyway)
Muggle Clothes
All Things Muggle Actually
Transfiguration
Tarot Cards
Food (and eating it)
Partying
Boys
Flying
Tea (especially flavored kinds)
Grass
Running
Meandering
The Forbidden Forest
Forbidden Things In General
Books
Potions
Sugar Quills
Her Broom (touch it, and die)
Chocolate Frogs
Drawing
Snow
Rain & Thunderstorms
Dislikes:
Bloodists (with every fiber of her being)
Flying Bugs
Detention
Divination (her Tarot cards don’t count)
History of Magic (but who doesn’t)
Being Cornered
Eggnog
Politics
People Disappearing
Chauvinists
Being Treated Like A Delicate Flower
Being Told Off
Getting Lost
Snakes (the animal)
Being Alone
Fish (food wise)
Beetles
Losing
Cheap Liquor
Being Lied To
DEATH EATERS
Weaknesses, Strengths
Personality: Grounded. Stubborn. Protective. Persephone is not a stereotypical dumb blonde; she might look happy and friendly, bubbly even, but to mistake her for dim or slow would be a very serious miscalculation. Despite the social, fun, and generally outgoing disposition she sometimes gives off, Persephone is a nerd at heart, loving nothing more than to sit in the Common Room and read up on various topics or trying her hand at brain teasers, but this isn't to say she doesn't go out sometimes, to dance and paint the town red on the crazy social party scene when the opportunity presents itself.
At her best, Persephone is a strong-willed, caring and grounded person. She'll help out a friend in need and fight for any cause she believes strongly enough in. She's a hard worker and most times won't rest until she's finished whatever it is she's working on. She might come off eccentric and quirky at times in her approach, but she has a firm reputation of being the one to go to in a pinch if you need a fresh perspective or a new insight into something complex, and someone who won't fail to get the job done right if you ask her to. She honestly loves throwing herself into unknown things and since it's something she's good at, she's more than happy to do it for any of her friends, if not for her own personal enjoyment.
At her worst, Persephone can be completely aloof and withdrawn from people. For as kind and outgoing as she is, she's equally that insecure and uncertain of what she wants out of life. Persephone is able to look like she can brush off harsh words easily, but at her center; she's an extremely sensitive person who doesn't take well to people treating her badly. However, just because she is emotionally sensitive does not mean she is an easy nut to crack. Her stubbornness is her best defense mechanism, and when she feels like someone can't be trusted or is just out to hurt her, she will make sure to shut them out and carry on until she feels it's safe to let her guard down and nurse her own wounded ego.
Despite the fact that Persephone has many friends from many walks of life, if one would take a closer look, it's plain to see that none of them really 'know' the inner her. She's so very protective over her heart and mind and who she'll share her inner most thoughts with. However, her reluctance to share what she's really all about with others can sometimes prove to be her Achilles heel, as it can leave her feeling lonely and hurt when none of her friends are able to help her out when she feels alone or confused about something. This could be remedied if Persephone opened up more to people, but she's so self-unaware it's almost pitiful. Though, telling her that would be a big mistake, because it would cause her to withdraw from whoever said the words, deny them whole-heartedly, and probably sulk about it for a while.
Emotionally, Persephone can come off as a bit immature and headstrong. This childish drive to fight for what she believes in and what is just despite the odds can be a good thing when it comes to solving a problem, but if things don't go her way she can be a bit petulant, though she'll swear up and down that it isn't the case. However, Persephone does have a mature side and can be capable of being incredibly selfless and almost painfully audacious, but she can never fully shake the youthful and energetic front that she's known for. In a nutshell, Persephone is a fun person with a great sense of humor and a great ally to have, even if she is a bit difficult to deal with at times and it takes a special person to handle her eccentricities, but all in all she’s a kind girl with a large heart that has a steel casing around it, to protect it from harm.
Family:
Dorian Whitaker and Athena Whitaker [parents; adopted; Ravenclaw and Gryffindor alumni]
Sera Sumner [birth mother; deceased]
Helios Whitaker [older brother; Gryffindor alumni; 21] - adopted
Circe Whitaker [younger sister; Ravenclaw 3rd Year] - adopted
Roman Whitaker [younger brother; Slytherin 1st Year] - adopted
History: Shortly after their marriage, it was discovered that Dorian and Athena were simply unable to conceive. As sad as this was, it seemed only natural for them to then apply at several of the magical orphanages in Britain and within a few months they had their first child; a baby boy they promptly named Helios. They were settled quite comfortably in their flat near the Ministry where Dorian held a job in the Department of Magical Firms and Publishing, a very boring job but he was allowed to bring all sorts of books and manuscripts home when ever he pleased. Athena mostly stayed at home or went on walks around the neighborhood and park with Helios, occasionally popping into Diagon Alley to pick up for her potions making. Things remained mostly the same for the small little family for five years when Helios was enrolled in a local Muggle K-8 school. It hadn’t been much of a big discussion, Dorian was a Muggle and Helena was a Pure-Blood, but she pushed for her son to put into the school so he could learn basic things such as math and social skills. It was also because the couple was ready to adopt again.
Just before Helio’s fifth birthday, the Whitakers received an urgent owl from St. Mungo’s; a baby girl had been born a few weeks early, and the mother who had already signed the adoption papers had unfortunately died during birth. They rushed to the hospital to find the delicate, sleeping baby they named Persephone. When they brought her home, Helios was very much in huff at first, unsure of his position in the world and very much afraid that he was being replaced by the strange little sleeping thing with blonde fluff growing from her head. He quickly though, settled into his role as her older brother; her protector playmate, confidante, best friend, and partner in crime. And oh, the crimes and trouble they would get into as they got older together.
Persephone danced about the whole house (they’d moved to a small wizarding village outside of London three years after adopting Sefi) when her Hogwart’s letter came; she’d waited five unbearably long years for it and now that it was finally here, she knew she was going to go be a little witch, and not just in the nickname Helios had made up for her. Diagon Alley all of a sudden held a new splendor as her mother hurried her through, get her robes and a wand first, then books and supplies, finally her mother treated her to ice cream before taking her to a pet. Sefi thought deeply on an owl but eventually after coming in contact with the blue eyed, black short hair tom cat, whose white booted feet pawed her chest so mercilessly, yet gently as his white tipped tail flicked back and forth with patience, she could refuse his charming advances. Technically, Wolfe, as Sefi had named him, was still a kitten, but he was a much older one, nearly nine months, and so she tucked him snuggly into her jacket front, the fit was a bit tight, but all Wolfe did was purr and bury himself deeper.
Leaving form the Platform for the first was, while Persephone will never admit it now, terrifying, but at least she had Helios’s hand to hold. He helped her through the barrier and to get her trunk stashed, and then helped to find them both a seat in a compartment. When his Gryffindor friends showed up, he introduced her and they all got along as if they’d been friends forever. The train journey was lovely to say the least, but it got scary when Sefi was separated and sent off with the other first years. She bit her tongue, put on her brave face, and began to pretend it was the biggest adventure she’d ever been on; and has the minutes went by the fear disappeared and thrill of being so far way from anywhere or anyone she knew stayed. It was a thrill now, a game, the most exciting thing ever and she was going to enjoy it. Sefi stood up in the boat she was in, much to the mortification of her boat mates, and shouted something she couldn’t even remember ten minutes later at the top of her lungs. She was laughing all the way to the Great Hall. She waited rather impatiently for her turn at the Sorting Hat, only staying sane by wondering what kind of spell was being used to float the multitude of candles that lit up the expansive dinning hall. When her name was called, a bit of fear began to creep back into her chest, but Sefi fought to keep out; her brave face stayed and she climbed up onto the stool and sat still as the hat was placed onto her messy blonde hair.
Persephone’s first year was relatively simplistic, getting used to classes, making friends, carving out her own little niche as the new blonde brainiac who’d just as soon punch someone for insulting a friend rather than shrugging it or taking it stride; it also became pretty clear that Quidditch would become part of her world when she was found hiding in the stands watching the Gryffindor team practice many, many times. Trouble and Quidditch were her new middle names second year; her brother and his merry little gang of rebels had roped Sefi in for a time, but they couldn’t hold her for long. Quidditch called, and Persephone Whitaker answer with all her heart; it was clear that moment she hopped on her newly purchased broom during Quidditch team tryouts that Sefi was a natural born flyer. Balancing her time between Quidditch, school, and whatever else she happened to want to do in her free time wasn’t difficult for Sefi so second year past easily by. Third year was a bit more tumulus with the introduction of Circe, the younger sister from hell. Though fortunately sorted into Ravenclaw, Sefi was still told to attempt to keep an eye on her, which she tried to for an all of two months before giving up for the first time in her life. Sefi became a bit sullen after that when realization struck her that Helios would be leaving that year; solace came in the arms of a seemingly nice, fourth year Ravenclaw boy. She was far too young for that kind of relationship, but it was nice for awhile until he tried to push her to far; she respond in kind by knocking him down the front entrance stairs before breakfast and then breaking up with him in the Hospital Wing. Fourth year was peculiar without Helios, but after the first few weeks of moping, Sefi was dragged to a rather strange party, where she got very, very drunk. It was an awful time but with nearly half the Gryffindors hung-over in the morning, the bountiful supply of tea was good, but the chill of having all the windows open was absolutely awful. Sefi swore off drinking heavily that morning in the girl’s bathroom, but at least she was over being at Hogwart’s without her brother. Fifth year was fabulous, to be blunt; there were boys, everywhere. Sefi had to have had at least six boyfriends over the year, but she couldn’t really keep very good track of them all. She started drawing more, which was something she hadn’t done since before coming to Hogwart’s; it was quite lovely. Oh, and schoolwork, classes, and OWLs went simply swimmingly, but it wasn’t like she expected them to go any other way really.
This year though, things got sticky. Oh it wasn’t Quidditch, that was fine and dandy, it wasn’t Roman being sorted into Slytherin because she could handle that, and it wasn’t the school work either, that was spectacular; it was boy trouble, but not like before. He wasn’t... well, let’s get this started from the beginning, things go best when we start there. They met in Diagon Alley; Persephone was inspecting a new hawk feather quill for school and he was just, there all of a sudden, all dreamy eyed with his dark hair and all handsome like, standing in front of the table of blue ink pots. Words were exchanged, blue ink was dropped, heads were bonked as they both scrambled to clean up the mess they’d made, and then a soft question of if Sefi would like to go get an ice cream. It was love, or whatever they had, at first site. He was sweet boy in Hufflepuff, a sixth year like she was and over the year; things blossomed, like they tend to do in situations were both parties are just so damn head over heals for each others they can’t see anything around them. It was the day, or night I should say, before they had to leave for Christmas when it happened; it was completely unexpected, but in a very sad way, perfect timing; even though neither of them knew it at the time. They made that promise before, that it wouldn’t change what they had after it was over, and for the entire day after they were closer than ever. It had been a good thing, the opposite of what she’d heard a lot of other girl’s first times had been, but then after Christmas, he wasn’t there. Not in class, not anywhere; just simply gone.
Everyone had heard about it happening, but it was all like a great big secret; something you never expect to happen to you and pray it doesn’t, but when it does, it leaves a hole inside your heart the size of the USSR.
other INFORMATION
House Preference: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff
Read the Rules? Yep
Anything Else? Nope, other then I can't wait to start here!!!
Roleplay Sample: Marie-Claire Jones had explained to her daughter only hours ago that the reason they had bought her home from Hogwarts early was because together, well actually not as a family because her siblings weren’t present, they would be having a visit from the Mr. and Mrs. Draven and their son. Porshe had been utterly puzzled, but decided her parents must know what they were doing. Her mother had already laid out a pink dress and matching high heels. Without haste Porshe got dressed into her brand new outfit. “Mum,” she called loudly from her bedroom. “Coming Sweetie,” her mother yelled back. There was a light and familiar tapping noise as her mother came up the stairs. Porshe was surprised to see her mother dressed also in brand new clothes, wearing a black skirt and shirt, with her best pair of red high heels. “Mum, what do I do about my hair?” Porshe asked. “Here,” her mother said and began to work some magic. Ten minutes later Marie-Claire was done, and Porshe’s hair was up in a cute, but messy, bun. “Honey, promise me you will be polite and may a good first impression,” her mother said. Porshe was confused, but nodded anyway.
“Ding Dong….” Marie-Claire couldn’t believe they were here already, and it was a very good thing that the servants had already prepared the biggest dining room in the whole mansion. Marie grabbed her thirteen year old daughters hand and led her down the stairs. Porshe was surprised to see her father dressed in his best suit. What was going on? She decided it would probably be best to just ask question later when they didn’t have guests. The butler, Leonard, answered the door and Porshe was even more surprised to come face to face with a woman, a man and someone she had seen at school. Oh, what was his name? Mrs. & Mr. Draven. And Young Master Alaric. Alaric… He was a Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws were the smart ones, right? Mrs. & Mr. Jones. Miss Porshe... She smiled, she loved being announced, it made her seem more grown up.
Porshe’s parents and Alaric’s parents exchanged polite kisses and hugs. “The entrée is ready,” Leonard said politely. As they walked through to the large dining room Porshe’s parents told each other how well their child was doing at Hogwarts, obviously trying to impress each other. Porshe couldn’t help but listen in as they talked about how smart she was. She couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t just a little get together. Porshe was placed directly across from Alaric Draven. She tried to focus on her lap and not look at him, as she felt slightly embarrassed. After a few moments she looked up and smiled, knowing her mother would want her to be polite. Her parents looked at her with approving eyes, and she interpreted that it meant she was doing a good job. “So, Master Alaric. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said across the table, but had never been good at polite conversation.
“Freshly cooked Herb and Garlic bread will be out main entrée for tonight,” Leonard said, and five waiters came out, brining their entrée. “Thank you,” she said to the waiter, Jackson, as he brought her a piece of garlic bread and a piece of herb bread. She smiled; the cooks knew she never ate much. The low neck line of her dress revealed her butterfly necklace and she fingered it as she waited for everyone to be given their meals. When everyone was served she began to take small bites out of her garlic bread and made an effort to meet Alaric’s eyes with her chocolate ones. “Garlic bread, my favourite,” she said to him.
