Post by pinky on Aug 10, 2011 18:33:06 GMT
mirany petunia dursley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
[/size]remind me of us - - - - - -[/center]
full name: mirany petunia dursley
nicknames: dimples, pipsqueak, squirt, dursley, mudblood
birthday: june fourth
age: sixteen
house: gryffindor
blood status: muggleborn.
face claim: karen gillan
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes: butterflies, rabbits, hugs, arithmancy, sunrises, pastries, strawberries, milk, scent of jasmine, moonlight, hogsmeade trips, singing, stars, constellations, chemistry, mythology, vanilla, climbing trees, hot chocolate, fireflies, snow, summer nights, stuffed animals, making people smile, fairy tales, daisies, cuddly animals, happy endings
dislikes: rain, thunder, feeling trapped/small enclosed spaces, confrontations, feeling vulnerable and useless, being treated as a child, not having her opinion heard, small dark places, not being good enough, people that smoke near doorways, not being taken seriously, loneliness, bland foods, arguments, hearing people criticize people she cares about, people who hurt others for no reason, horror movies, showing her emotions to others, humid places, storms, cloudy nights, people who take advantage of others, falling into routine, sticky situations
strengths: passionate, motivated, hard worker, perfectionist, sincere, innocent, sensitive, curious, loves to help, has honest intentions, enthusiastic, easy to please, trusting, believes strongly, idealistic, optimistic, loyal, passive, pacifistic, eager to please others, compassionate, forgiving
weaknesses: will do almost anything to feel like she's needed; too eager to please others; has an inferiority complex and thinks that everyone is better than she is; sensitive to criticism; clueless; will avoid confrontation at all costs; physically weak; a bit of a door-mat; lacks self-esteem; impulsive; naive; wears her heart on her sleeve; honest to the point of bluntness; controlled by her fears; clumsy; stubborn; does not believe in herself, bottles up negatve emotions; becomes easily flustered, afraid of being vulnerable; reckless; controlled by her fears; can't say no; loyal to a fault; wears her heart on her sleeve; meddles
veritaserum: she's afraid of never making a name for herself, of always just being that mudblood, or her brother's sister. she's also afraid she'll never make her father proud of her.
dementor: the morning her father finally told her that her mother wasn't going to come back, when she was four.
patronus: the month before her mother caught ill, the family of four went to an amusement park. it's one of her last coherent memories of her mom, and she considers it the best day of her life. the form her patronus takes is a porcupine. this reflects her faithful and trusting nature. unassuming and reminiscent of childhood innocence and wonder, porcupines are good-natured, sweet and childlike, and carry a defense that they rarely use and only when feeling threatened. despite this, it doesn't take much to get them worked up, and they tend to withdraw from others when they are angered.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual and single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: dudley dursley, forty two, drill manufacturer
mother: amelia winshire, forty one, deceased
siblings: harry dursley, seventeen, gryffindor
others: second cousins to the potter family
overall history: General History: Mirany's history starts with her parents, like everyone else's. Dudley Dursley and the woman who would become 'Mrs. Dursley' met in a muggle university and had a muggle wedding and settled down to raise a muggle family. A year after their marriage, they had a muggle son, a year after that, a little muggle girl was born to them.
Or so they thought.
Mirany was born on June fourteenth, a late spring day when the sun was shining and the Miranys were blossoming, as Mirany Petunia Dursley, named after the mothers of both parents. from the moment she first opened her eyes, revealing bright blue irises, and from the shock of red hair on her head, her parents could easily see that she had inherited traits from both of them: her fathers bright eyes in her mother's gentle face with a smattering of freckles across her nose, topped with hair that was in the recessive genes of both parents. As she grew, her eyes became bluer and her hair became redder and her skin became frecklier, and she's retained the same appearance since.
Having been given a long name, Mirany Petunia Dursley, was only the first complication of little Mirany's life. The second complication may have been that she was always smaller than other children. In her muggle school, the muggle children made fun of her and picked on her because of her size. That was only the beginning of her inferiority complex.
the first four years of Mirany's childhood were generally happy. the family of five was happy, despite the fact that the children grew up not knowing they're cousins and other relatives. they heard of the potters from their father once, and received christmas cards from them every so often, but they had never actually met them. for so long, they went without knowing that they had any cousins at all.
when Mirany was four and a half years old, however, her mother caught an illness and passed away a few days before christmas. little Mirany was too young to know what had happened - all she knew was that her mother was no longer with her, and that she'd never see her again. she cried for days, and after that, Mirany grew up not knowing her mother. having been so young when her mom had passed away, she could barely even remember her. only the sound of her laugh, the soft smile she'd give Mirany, stayed in her memory.
Mirany and her brother grew up with their dad in the house at number four privet drive. throughout her entire childhood, however, they never once used the cupboard under the stairs for anything; it remains unused, gathering dust and cobwebs, to this day.
although she grew up not knowing her mother, her brother more than made up for it. starting from a young age, he would spoil her and protect her, and was maybe even a little overprotective. if she fell off the monkey bars at the playground, he would be there to catch her. if the muggles were picking on her, he'd chase them away. he was the best brother she could ever ask for. their father, on the other hand, wasn't exactly the kind encouraging father she would have preferred. from a young age, her eldest brother had showed prodigious skill in various areas, and was always winning praise from dudley. Mirany, on the other hand, was often being scolded, and made to feel inferior. she didn't do anything wrong, but she didn't seem to be doing much right, either. her father always felt the need to point out her shortcomings, and she lived her chlidhood in the shadow of her brother.
around five years old, Mirany's non-muggle magic started to come out. and brothers', as well.
her first actual experience with magic was when she was six years old, at first grade in a muggle school. before then, she'd had some experiences, but they were just random bouts of magic, nothing substantial or anything. when she was six, though, it was during a recess break at school. some kids were picking on a boy, taking his snacks and making fun of his accent, and it made Mirany really really angry to see them taking advantage of him. she was stupid and impulsive then too, though, and thought she could take all of them on her own. that, however, somehow ended with her and the american boy surrounded by the first-grade bullies, but just as they were about to attack them, as only first-graders can do, they weren't able to get past the edge of the sandbox that she and the boy were in. years later, she would realize that this was a sort of downgraded version of a protego charm, but it had been enough then for her to know she was different.
when Mirany was seven, one day she stayed up late to wait for their dad to come home from work. her brother had gone on to sleep, but she wanted to make sure he wasn't feeling lonely or anything, so she waited for him. when he came home, however, he was drunk and angry. all he wanted to do was sleep, but Mirany had stayed up waiting for him and asked him how his day had went. he got angry at her, and hit her, calling her a stupid worthless girl. but she'd been standing at the landing on the stairs and had fallen backwards when he hit her. she broke her collarbone from the hit and her leg from the fall, and spent a month in the hospital. neither dudley nor Mirany ever brought up the incident after he apologized once, and Mirany forgave him, passing it off as an accident. even since then, however, deep inside, Mirany has been slightly afraid of her father. he only hit her twice after that, but the verbal abuse continued and still continues to this day. but Mirany never told anyone that he hit her, not even her brothers, and stuck with the story that she had just fallen down the stairs.
when Mirany was ten years old, her brother received a letter from hogwarts. her father burned the first one, but after that, when they kept coming, he seemed to have recalled something and decided to tell his son. dudley wasn't particularly thrilled, but alas, the following september Mirany's oldest brother went off the hogwarts.
if Mirany's self-esteem hadn't already been at an all-time low, it would have been then. anxieties that she wasn't special like her brother could have eaten her alive, and her dad wasn't making it much better with his verbal abuse of her. most times after talking to him, she would be reduced to tears. that, of course, just made him assault her more with his words.
the summer of her eleventh birthday, Mirany, too, received a letter to go to hogwarts. it was the second time representative wizards came to the family to explain that dudley's children were wizards. that august was Mirany's first time in diagon alley, and she received her first pet, a small pygmy owl with russet feathers and amber eyes. she was drawn to it originally when it flew to her when she entered the shop and started pecking her head. so, she bought it. it was small and adorable and oh so cute, and she named him adelais.
And the following September, little Mirany was off on the Hogwarts express, accompanied by her brother and not knowing that her cousins were on the same train.
Once the first years had sailed across the lake during a thunder storm (through which Mirany had cowered in the boat for most of the time) and had arrived in the castle, soaking wet and dripping on the floors, they were assembled outside of the doors to the Great Hall and lined up in alphabetical order, before proceeding into an enormous room in which at least three hundred people were seated. All eyes were on the first years, and little Mirany dursley, with her bright red hair, felt herself shrinking into the crowd, keeping her head low and trying to blend in. Her anxiety only grew as names started to be called, and one by one the eleven-year-olds were seated on a stool with the Sorting Hat placed on their heads. Finally, the name Dursley, Mirany Petunia rang out, and Mirany scampered to the stool and sat down, as the hat was put on her head. It was big enough that it slipped right over her eyes and ears, stopping at her nose. Mirany was frightened, to put it lightly, as the hat sat there, debating with itself whether she should go into Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, and the few moments she had to sit there felt like they lasted forever. Just the thought that this hat could hear all her thoughts was scary enough - anyone would be frightened with all that magic on their heads. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the small girl was sorted into the lion house. She hurried off the stool as soon as "gryffindor!" was cried out and hastily placed the hat back on the stool before running toward the gryffindor table, thrilled to be with at least one of her brothers. Just her luck, though, Mirany tripped on her way off the stool and fell flat on her face. For the rest of her time at Hogwarts, none of the students would let that down, and most labeled her as a klutz from that moment.
Hogwarts was as great as she had expected, Mirany soon found out; she just had to learn how to keep her curiosity in check and not go wandering off. What's more, she found that she was very good at quidditch, and joined the team in her second year as chaser. In her third year, however, during a match against Ravenclaw during a storm, she fell off her broom and has been deathly afraid of heights ever since. at home, the verbal abuse continues, and little Mirany cringes everytime she sees that her father has sent her an owl, for she knows that it will contain disappointed words and harsh accusations. which, of course, is not entirely true, seeing as Mirany is at the top of her class. but either way, she's enjoying her time at hogwarts. For now, she'd just like to live her life and take one day at a time, never knowing what the future holds for her.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: pinky
gender: female
age: eighteen
contact: msn, pm, aim, gmail, anything :3
how you found us: wouldn't you like to know. B)
other characters: none yet
experience: eight+ years.
role play sample:AS A VOICE SOUNDED BEHIND her - "Hey, I didn't know anyone else was up here." - Alice jumped up and let out a small squeak, startled by the appearance of someone else. She turned, a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks from embarrassment at being startled so easily, and she looked towards the person who had spoken. She couldn't recognize him right away, maybe since it was dark, and his voice didn't seem familiar at all, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her eyes could make out the shock of tousled blonde hair on his head, which, she noticed, was significantly higher than her own.
Now, after looking for a moment more, she noticed that she did recognize him from somewhere, even if it was probably just from the Great Hall at breakfast time. He was a Hufflepuff, and juding by his appearance - his height and build, mainly - he was either in her year or a year ahead. Vaguely, she recalled listening to him play guitar by the lake one day and wanting to sing along, but she hadn't made her presence known then so he probably had no idea who she was. She'd never spoken to him, or even seen him after that, and it was strange that they'd run into each other randomly past curfew in the owlery.
A moment later, Alice realized that she had yet to answer his question, and the embarrassed red tinge appeared on her cheeks again, making her stutter slightly. "Oh - I, I was just sending out a letter," she stammered, looking up at him and hoping that he wasn't a prefect that could get her into trouble for being out past curfew. If it were Lily or Remus, Alice knew, they would let her get away with it, but would someone whom she had just met give her the same grace? But then again, it was possible that Alice was just taking a random possible outcome of the situation and twisting it around, seeing as she wasn't even sure that he was a prefect.
The small girl realized she was still staring at him. But in her defense, he hadn't looked away from her, either. He was still watching her, carefully considering her, until Alice looked away, embarrassed yet again. "I - I'll go, if you want -" she mumbled softly, moving towards the door to the staircase, but then realizing that the Hufflepuff was still standing in front of it, and that he'd closed it. So there went her escape route. Alice decided to be cordial, then, since it didn't seem as if he'd budge soon, but the problem was that she didn't know what to say - that she never knew the right thing to say - and so she found herself stuttering again. "Er, I - I'm Alice," she said, the red tinge creeping up onto her cheeks again as she held out her hand for him to shake.
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