Post by jamieanne on May 8, 2011 21:54:02 GMT
Jamie Anne Longbottom
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Jamie Anne Longbottom
nicknames: Jame
birthday: Third of April
age: Fifteen
house: Hufflepuff
blood status: Pureblood
face claim: Taylor Swift
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: -Reading
-Writing
-Friends
-Her family
-Herbology
-Muggle Sports
-Butterbear
-Rain
-The Lake
-Drawing
dislikes: -Bigotry
-Cats
-Loosing
-People with no imagination
-Cheaters
-Bullies
-Liars
-Lying
-Casual disrespect
-Being called a 'duffer'
strengths: -Herbology
-Keeping secrets
-Making friends
weaknesses: -Her family
-Blunt
-Insensitive
veritaserum: -She really regrets leaving Gabe. She had fallen in love with him, but after everything that happen she just couldn't do it anymore...
-She hates cheaters, but she cheated on a Charms exam. It's her worst subject and she was desperate, but she regrets it.
dementor: -When she discovered her best friend had died when she was at Hogwarts
patronus: Getting her Hogwarts letter. She was always unsure of her magic and actually going to Hogwarts, and getting the letter was just amazing. It confirmed she had magic. Her form is a Labrador
sexuality & relationship status: Straight, single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Neville Longbottom, 33, Unknown
mother: Hanna Longbottom-Abbot, 33, Unknown
siblings: ____ ____ longbottom, twenty-three, G.
____ ____ longbottom, twenty, G.
____ ____ longbottom, seventeen, R.
____ ____ longbottom, sixteen, S.
others: Nope
overall history: Jamie is the youngest of five Longbottom kids and the third girl. She always hated being the youngest because everyone mothered her and treated her in a patronizing way. Everyone except her dad, who Jamie had always been really close to. Her dad was sympathetic to her plight and treated her like she was an adult, which she loved. Growing up, Jamie was easily a Daddy's Girl and Neville spoiled her. The benefit of being the youngest was everyone fussed over her when she was little because she was the newest baby, though that's faded now.
Jamie was always worried that she didn't have magic, even though she had preformed accidental magic before. Getting her Hogwarts letter really made it real and she was very eager to go. She practically walked on air in the months leading up to her first year, and her excitement was at extreme levels by the time she arrive. The old castle lived up to all her expectations and she wasn't at all surprised when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. She went by in school quite easily, making many friends and doing well in classes.
In her third year, Jamie met a Ravenclaw named Gabriel. The two hit it off instantly and quickly started dating. Jamie really enjoyed spending time with him and their relationship quickly progressed from holding hands and the occasional cuddle to pecks and chaste kisses. Jamie was convinced she loved Gabe and missed him greatly when she went back home after third year for summer. A few weeks into summer, Jamie found out that her best muggle friend, a boy named Kyle, had died of cancer. She went into a deep depression and refused to talk to anyone and stopped writing to Gabe. When they went back to school, she avoided him and refused to talk to him. Though she still cared for him deeply, she just couldn't be with anyone while she dealt with her grief. She knows she should have told him but she didn't want to talk about it. Jamie's hoping to rebuild their relationship this year.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Chloe
gender: Female
age: 14
contact: PM
how you found us: You know by now ;)
other characters: Aaron Daniel Greyback, 16, Slytherin
Lily Luna Potter, 14, Hufflepuff
experience: 4 years
role play sample:Rhosyn was bored. While not exactly a new feeling, she never handled it very well and often ended up doing something ridiculous, like going bungee jumping without the harness. Admittedly, it had been fun but not something she was going to do again. After all, she was never big on repetition. Sighing to herself, the vampire walked out of the living room she was inhabiting and into the hallway. She walked over to the old oak door, snatching up her keys from the side table and clenching them tightly in her hand. She eyed the numerous jackets hanging on the coat hooks before picking her usual, trusty leather jacket. She slipped it on and then opened the door, shutting and locking it behind her.
Stuffing the keys into her jean pocket, Rhosyn meandered slowly down the path to the street. Gnawing on her lip, she wondered where she should go. She didn't fancy going anywhere far, so it had to be in Mystic Falls. She didn't particularly want to stumble upon a group of teens high on drugs, so a walk around the forest was out of the question. Somewhere in town, then. The Grill sounded like a good idea. Decision made, Rhosyn started walking the familiar path to Mystic Falls' town center.
As she walked, Rhosyn briefly considered what had brought her to Mystic Falls. For almost her entire nearly 400 years of life as a vampire, she had been traveling the world without a companion. She had never given thought to settling down; she had always been a free spirit and that had amplified after she was turned. Of course, she was also distracting herself from the guilt of killing her brother. So maybe she wasn't a traveler, maybe she was just running from a past with too many dark times and not enough good ones. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Sighing morosely, Rhosyn shoved the thoughts to the furthers pits of her mind and forced an easy smile on her face. She always, always had to keep up her facade. Letting it fall would bring too many questions, because letting her act dissolve was the same as screaming to the world that something was very wrong with her. And that, right there, was completely unacceptable. It was the reason she didn't have many real friends. She couldn't be honest with them about her life, about her very nature, but expected honesty back? No, that was hypocritical and Rhosyn refused to be a hypocrite. Sighing once more, she again shoved the thoughts away and walked into the Grill.
It was packed with teens, half of them drunk and the other half acting like it. Rhosyn wrinkled her nose ever so slightly as she side-stepped a lumbering football player who looked like he was going to be sick. Ugh, no wonder adults are always moaning about teens, she thought as the adults conversation reached her ears. Shaking her head ever so slightly, Rhosyn strode up to the bar and asked for a vodka and coke. The bartender didn't mention her age and she assumed he was the one selling beer to the numerous drunken, hormonal balls that were the teens in the room. Smiling when he handed her her drink, Rhosyn gave him the money and wandered off to lean against the wall near the pool table.
There was a boy there, playing a game by himself. He has nice arms, she noted idly, sipping her drink as she leaned casually against the wall. There was something almost familiar about him, though she was sure she had never met the guy. No, something about his mannerisms, the way he held himself. Almost as if he was holding something back. It took her a moment to realize it was how she had acted in the first few weeks after change. So, he was a vampire then. Quite a new one, evidently. She tilted her head to the side and let her hair cascade over her shoulder. She righted herself when the boy looked up, eyes roving around the Grill. She assumed he was looking for a partner to play with. Pushing away from the wall, Rhosyn set her drink down on a nearby table and walked up to him.
"Mind if I join?" she queried, a friendly smile on her face.
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