Post by Lily Potter on Jan 1, 2013 17:53:32 GMT -8
{desc=~played by Hannah~}
LILY L. POTTER
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”
― Ian Wallace
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BASICS
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Full name: Lily Luna Potter[/color]
Nickname: Lils[/color]
Age: 13[/color]
Gender: Female[/color]
Membergroup:Hufflepuff[/color]
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Play-by:[/color][/color] Liliana Mumy[/color]
Wand:
Wood: Almond
Core: Unicorn Hair
Length: 10 inches[/color]
Patronus: Rabbit[/color]
Mirror of Erised: Becoming Head Girl and Seeker, living up to her parent’s expectations.[/color]
Boggart:Adulthood [/color]
Strengths:
Creative, Independent due to growing up with two brothers and parents who promoted her individuality,good at being one of the guys, Confident [/color]
Weaknesses: Klutz, Overprotective of family,reckless, slightly rebellious, naive, has a hard time being around girls her own age [/color]
Likes: sketching, watching Star Trek, food, rolling around in fields, Charms, reading, music, laughing, scary movies, Quidditch, Potions, Herbology, jeans, converse, backwards baseball caps, giant sweatshirts, watching documentaries [/color]
Dislikes: pink, snobby girls, peas, lima beans, people who insult her family, History of Magic, dresses, flirtatious boys, most things remotely girly [/color]
Overall personality:
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Mother: Ginny Weasley~ Lily and Ginny have always been close, both being incredibly independent and headstrong. She talks to her mum about any and everything and knows that she is always there for her. Ever since she was little, her mother has tried to get her to be a bit more girly and less of a tomboy which she knows annoys her mother at times. Lily always reminds her mum about how she was when she was young and that usually diffuses the situation.[/color]
Father: Harry Potter~ Lily honestly loves her father to death, but frequently worries about disappointing him. After all, he is the great Harry Potter and that’s a ton for the young girl to live up to. She doesn't feel as comfortable talking to her father as she does her mother, always afraid that she has disgraced the family name or disappointed him. Because of all of these doubts and fears, Lily can seem standoffish when she is around him or he is mentioned. Through all the tension, Lily adores her father even his overprotective ways which can sometimes be a tad annoying in her mind.[/color]
Siblings: James Siruis Potter & Albus Severus Potter~ Lily is incredibly close to both of her brothers and still idolizes them today. She loves spending time with them and goes to them for advice. She knows how annoying she must have been in her younger days and tries to give them more space, though a challenging task. Her brothers have made her tough, though are incredibly overprotective when it comes to boys. Lily loves to crack jokes with them and hack around outside on broomsticks. Even though they are much older and busy, she wishes they would talk to her more at school. [/color]
Other: A family owl and a dog[/color]
History: Lily grew up in a comfortable lifestyle in Godric’s Hollow with not only her parents and two older brothers Albus and James, but most of her massive extended family as well. Growing up in such a large family taught her to speak her mind and she could always be found trying to tear her frightened and introverted cousin Hugo from his parents long enough to watch muggle television or movies or be following her big brothers around like a lost puppy. At the age of three, just like her brothers before her, Lily received a miniature racing broom which she took to almost immediately and was soon racing her brothers in the spacious backyard. Most of her early childhood was spent tagging along with and trying to be just like them which was difficult in some aspects since they were boys and she was a girl. This was certainly hard for the six year old’s mind to comprehend. As she got older and Albus and James traveled to Hogwarts, leaving her behind, Lily’s motivation to do much of anything decreased which is when she found her passion and refugee in sketching and writing. Writing helped her release her thoughts in a more controlled way then in her reckless mind and doodling was just another habit she developed as well. When is was finally her time to attend Hogwarts, Lily was bursting at the seams with excitement. Finally, she and Hugo would no longer be the babies of the family, well at least for a little while. Her interest in Quidditch swelled and her mum and dad even suggested to try out for the team. Lily’s first year at school was rocky, she had trouble making friends outside of Hugo and the other boys, struggling with female interaction and wondered if she would ever live up to her family legacy and expectations. Now, though Lily has worked on making more friends, especially with girls her own age, it still has been difficult. Lils is a tomboy at heart and doesn't especially want to change her boyish ways, much to her mother’s dismay. She probably spends the most time with her cousin Hugo, helping him decipher muggle products or watching episodes of Star Trek but not Game of Thrones which is Hugo’s favorite show was much too risque and inappropriate in her parents’ opinions that it would taint her innocence. [/color]
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Alias/Name: Hannah[/color]
Timezone: EST[/color]
Age: 15 [/color]
RP Sample:[/color]
LILY L. POTTER
“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”
― Ian Wallace
i1308.photobucket.com/albums/s618/roma_loonybin/Lily2_zps9dce4cca.jpeg
BASICS
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Full name: Lily Luna Potter[/color]
Nickname: Lils[/color]
Age: 13[/color]
Gender: Female[/color]
Membergroup:Hufflepuff[/color]
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Play-by:[/color][/color] Liliana Mumy[/color]
MAGICAL BASICS
Wand:
Wood: Almond
Core: Unicorn Hair
Length: 10 inches[/color]
Patronus: Rabbit[/color]
Mirror of Erised: Becoming Head Girl and Seeker, living up to her parent’s expectations.[/color]
Boggart:Adulthood [/color]
PERSONALITY
Strengths:
Creative, Independent due to growing up with two brothers and parents who promoted her individuality,good at being one of the guys, Confident [/color]
Weaknesses: Klutz, Overprotective of family,reckless, slightly rebellious, naive, has a hard time being around girls her own age [/color]
Likes: sketching, watching Star Trek, food, rolling around in fields, Charms, reading, music, laughing, scary movies, Quidditch, Potions, Herbology, jeans, converse, backwards baseball caps, giant sweatshirts, watching documentaries [/color]
Dislikes: pink, snobby girls, peas, lima beans, people who insult her family, History of Magic, dresses, flirtatious boys, most things remotely girly [/color]
Overall personality:
- Playful. Lily is always one for a laugh, she loves the simple and almost childish things in life and definitely isn’t planning to grow up too fast. She sometimes is a little too fast with decision-making, though very responsible.
- Confident. Lily is very independent and tries to do her best at everything. She doesn't let people get her down.
- Creative. Lily can always be found doodling or scribbling down quirky little things in her notebook. She has a very wild imagination and believes very much in free expression.
- Rebellious. Lily struggles to find a place in her family and often feels very misplaced, a failure to her parent’s expectations. Though she is neither shy nor outspoken, living with two older brothers and a massive family has definitely taught her to hold her own and speak her mind. But knows when best to sit back and watch everything unfold.
- Naive. Lily’s naivety is more innocence in the way that it is almost childlike. Having an extremely overprotective family especially her father, has shielded her very much from the adult aspects of life such as sex and alcohol.
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Mother: Ginny Weasley~ Lily and Ginny have always been close, both being incredibly independent and headstrong. She talks to her mum about any and everything and knows that she is always there for her. Ever since she was little, her mother has tried to get her to be a bit more girly and less of a tomboy which she knows annoys her mother at times. Lily always reminds her mum about how she was when she was young and that usually diffuses the situation.[/color]
Father: Harry Potter~ Lily honestly loves her father to death, but frequently worries about disappointing him. After all, he is the great Harry Potter and that’s a ton for the young girl to live up to. She doesn't feel as comfortable talking to her father as she does her mother, always afraid that she has disgraced the family name or disappointed him. Because of all of these doubts and fears, Lily can seem standoffish when she is around him or he is mentioned. Through all the tension, Lily adores her father even his overprotective ways which can sometimes be a tad annoying in her mind.[/color]
Siblings: James Siruis Potter & Albus Severus Potter~ Lily is incredibly close to both of her brothers and still idolizes them today. She loves spending time with them and goes to them for advice. She knows how annoying she must have been in her younger days and tries to give them more space, though a challenging task. Her brothers have made her tough, though are incredibly overprotective when it comes to boys. Lily loves to crack jokes with them and hack around outside on broomsticks. Even though they are much older and busy, she wishes they would talk to her more at school. [/color]
Other: A family owl and a dog[/color]
History: Lily grew up in a comfortable lifestyle in Godric’s Hollow with not only her parents and two older brothers Albus and James, but most of her massive extended family as well. Growing up in such a large family taught her to speak her mind and she could always be found trying to tear her frightened and introverted cousin Hugo from his parents long enough to watch muggle television or movies or be following her big brothers around like a lost puppy. At the age of three, just like her brothers before her, Lily received a miniature racing broom which she took to almost immediately and was soon racing her brothers in the spacious backyard. Most of her early childhood was spent tagging along with and trying to be just like them which was difficult in some aspects since they were boys and she was a girl. This was certainly hard for the six year old’s mind to comprehend. As she got older and Albus and James traveled to Hogwarts, leaving her behind, Lily’s motivation to do much of anything decreased which is when she found her passion and refugee in sketching and writing. Writing helped her release her thoughts in a more controlled way then in her reckless mind and doodling was just another habit she developed as well. When is was finally her time to attend Hogwarts, Lily was bursting at the seams with excitement. Finally, she and Hugo would no longer be the babies of the family, well at least for a little while. Her interest in Quidditch swelled and her mum and dad even suggested to try out for the team. Lily’s first year at school was rocky, she had trouble making friends outside of Hugo and the other boys, struggling with female interaction and wondered if she would ever live up to her family legacy and expectations. Now, though Lily has worked on making more friends, especially with girls her own age, it still has been difficult. Lils is a tomboy at heart and doesn't especially want to change her boyish ways, much to her mother’s dismay. She probably spends the most time with her cousin Hugo, helping him decipher muggle products or watching episodes of Star Trek but not Game of Thrones which is Hugo’s favorite show was much too risque and inappropriate in her parents’ opinions that it would taint her innocence. [/color]
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ABOUT YOU
Alias/Name: Hannah[/color]
Timezone: EST[/color]
Age: 15 [/color]
RP Sample:
Abigail's small hand wrapped around the fabric of the dusty drapes that fell down She collapsed, falling to her knees as Abigail ran back to Lea, hugging her tightly on the broken boards of the attic that supplied some sense of comfort for her and her family. She gently pulled the curtain back a little, just far enough for her to peek out the window. She stared out at the pitch-black night, the only light was provided from the moon. She watched as Nazi's patrolled the street, like demons in black. Their boots clacked threateningly on the street and their faces stern and filled with passionate hate. She felt a hand wrap around hers and she jumped, letting the curtain go as she did. She looked down to see her daughter Lea looking up at her, sorrow in her big brown eyes. "Mommy?" she questioned. "Are they going to find us?" Abigail looked into Lea's now watering eyes and got her knees so they were leveled. "No, sweetie,"
The words rolled off of Abigail's tongue easily, but the concept didn't work too well in her brain. She pulled Lea into her chest and held her close to her body. Lea's tears stained the fabric of Abigail's neck as they sat there, silently crying in the deserted attic. Once Lea was sound asleep, Abigail crept out of the small closet like place they called a bedroom and went to get an apple. She tripped over something in darkness and twisted her foot as she landed to the floor with a bang. She screamed bloody murder, but instantly silenced herself. Using her hands, she pushed herself to the window and peered outside. She saw the same Nazi's from earlier looking directly at her window. They saw her and took off running to the attic. Frightened, she did her best to stand up and limp over to Lea, shaking her violently. "Get in the closet!" she yelled. Petrified, worried and confused, Lea did as she was told, but not without question. "They're here, aren't they?" Abigail looked away, not having the heart to admit that their lives would surely be dissipated soon.
The door of the attic burst open and Abigail jerked her head. They slowly made their way through the attic and Abigail finally came to the realization that this was it.
This life, this time, these people--could or would be gone soon. She might not even see the next day or her daughter ever again. Her life was a complete waste. Five years of it were spent in this attic. She was confined by four walls, twisted and constricted by rules. All she wanted was freedom. Her thoughts were sent to a complete halt by the sounds of heavy black boots coming her way. Her arms were held behind her back as Lea secretly peered from the slots in the closet. Abigail kicked and screamed and jumped, but she was no match for Nazi who just laughed at her pitiful attempts. The other one looked around the room, as if he were searching for someone. His eyes stopped at the closet, the doors closed, as if there was something to be concealed. Lea closed her eyes tightly and pressed herself against the wall of the closet, hoping, and wishing that this would be over soon. The closet door flew open as a firm hand grabbed her frail arm and threw her to the ground. Abigail looked disgusted at her own daughter, her flesh and blood. She was as pale as snow due to lack of sunlight and looked like somewhat of a living carcass. She squeezed her eyes tightly, mentally kicking herself for letting Lea's childhood become this. Abigail should have left the country with Adam. She should have jumped at the chance to escape with him and reside as they did when they were teens. But she was senseless, too scared to venture off into the unknown. The Nazi confining Abigail began to drag her off, out of the attic. At the realization that she and her daughter would be separated, she shrieked, kicking the Nazi violently in his groin.
Tears pouring down their faces, the Nazi came running after her, grabbing her by her waist and ripping them apart. Abigail grabbed onto walls, doors---whatever she could to be with her daughter for two moments longer, but to no avail. The door of the attic closed, and Abigail bowed her head in humiliation, she and her daughter separated forever.
The words rolled off of Abigail's tongue easily, but the concept didn't work too well in her brain. She pulled Lea into her chest and held her close to her body. Lea's tears stained the fabric of Abigail's neck as they sat there, silently crying in the deserted attic. Once Lea was sound asleep, Abigail crept out of the small closet like place they called a bedroom and went to get an apple. She tripped over something in darkness and twisted her foot as she landed to the floor with a bang. She screamed bloody murder, but instantly silenced herself. Using her hands, she pushed herself to the window and peered outside. She saw the same Nazi's from earlier looking directly at her window. They saw her and took off running to the attic. Frightened, she did her best to stand up and limp over to Lea, shaking her violently. "Get in the closet!" she yelled. Petrified, worried and confused, Lea did as she was told, but not without question. "They're here, aren't they?" Abigail looked away, not having the heart to admit that their lives would surely be dissipated soon.
The door of the attic burst open and Abigail jerked her head. They slowly made their way through the attic and Abigail finally came to the realization that this was it.
This life, this time, these people--could or would be gone soon. She might not even see the next day or her daughter ever again. Her life was a complete waste. Five years of it were spent in this attic. She was confined by four walls, twisted and constricted by rules. All she wanted was freedom. Her thoughts were sent to a complete halt by the sounds of heavy black boots coming her way. Her arms were held behind her back as Lea secretly peered from the slots in the closet. Abigail kicked and screamed and jumped, but she was no match for Nazi who just laughed at her pitiful attempts. The other one looked around the room, as if he were searching for someone. His eyes stopped at the closet, the doors closed, as if there was something to be concealed. Lea closed her eyes tightly and pressed herself against the wall of the closet, hoping, and wishing that this would be over soon. The closet door flew open as a firm hand grabbed her frail arm and threw her to the ground. Abigail looked disgusted at her own daughter, her flesh and blood. She was as pale as snow due to lack of sunlight and looked like somewhat of a living carcass. She squeezed her eyes tightly, mentally kicking herself for letting Lea's childhood become this. Abigail should have left the country with Adam. She should have jumped at the chance to escape with him and reside as they did when they were teens. But she was senseless, too scared to venture off into the unknown. The Nazi confining Abigail began to drag her off, out of the attic. At the realization that she and her daughter would be separated, she shrieked, kicking the Nazi violently in his groin.
Tears pouring down their faces, the Nazi came running after her, grabbing her by her waist and ripping them apart. Abigail grabbed onto walls, doors---whatever she could to be with her daughter for two moments longer, but to no avail. The door of the attic closed, and Abigail bowed her head in humiliation, she and her daughter separated forever.