Post by RAYNE KEDWARD .!. on Sept 30, 2009 14:58:36 GMT -5
this app is complete.
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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RAYNE DENISE KEDWARD[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: None.
AGE: Fourteen.
D.O.B.: 15/11/95
YEAR: Fourth.
HOUSE: Gryffindor.
WAND TYPE: Silver Birch, eleven inches, unicorn hair.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Turquoise.
HEIGHT: four foot eleven inches.
WEIGHT: 89 LBS.
PERSONAL STYLE: Anything in my closet. Mostly jeans, and a shirt with elbow-length sleeves. Colours depend on my mood.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Not tall, very skinny. Messy look, but I wear it well. Quiet, plain face. Nothing there to notice.
PLAY BY: Anna Sophia Robb
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: Herbology, transfiguration, chocolate, pumpkin juice.
GOALS: To be an auror. To make friends.
BOGGART: heights.
PATRONUS: Getting my Hogwarts letter.
CORPOREAL PATRONUS: lioness.
DEMENTOR: Playing Hide And Seek with Dad.
AMORENTIA: The smell of a farm, coffee, jasmine.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Quiet. Loner. Outcast. Modest. Bright. Shy. Adventurous. Quick.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Ellen Ludious.
BROTHER(S): Peter Ludious, Jock Ludious.
SISTER(S): Namra Ludious.
PARTNER: None.
OTHER: None.
BLOOD STATUS: Half blood.
HOMETOWN: Tarmon Barry, Ireland.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Slou, England. When I'm not at Hogwarts.
BIOGRAPHY:
I had a very uninteresting life. Other than the fact I was a result of a one night stand and don't have any full blood brothers or sisters. I had no idea that someone as boring as me could turn out to be a witch. But there you have it.
It happened when I was eight. I was playing hide and seek with my brothers and sister and dad, at the farm. I hid in the bails of hay, and stayed quiet. My siblings were always mean to me, calling me a freak because I talked to animals, like cats and dogs and birds. My brothers used to hurt me - they craved my mothers attention - by cutting my arms and things. Anything to get them noticed. I didnt hear them come up behind the bails. They had a pitchfork. They began to hurt me really bad, cutting and stabbing me. And then... They sort of just flew up into the air like they were flying and dropped back down. It was like magic.
Weird stuff started happening since then, and when I was ten I got my Hogwarts letter.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: a year.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Maddy, Mia, Shaz.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
POP QUIZ! THE PASSWORD FROM PLOT AND RULES.
RP SAMPLE:
james was watching her stride away when he realized that he would be late for his own class. he was so angry. he was a quick-thinking smart ass who always had a come back, so why could he not manage to spit out the simple words "You were walking around with your eyes closed; you couldn't expect not to walk into something." no. of course not.
conversation with jessica had once been a very natural thing for james. there was never a subject to personal, never had there been anything he couldn't trust her with.
why is it only the ones you love who's flaws escape you? james had found himself wondering for some time now how he had not come to notice those dominant traits in jessica and her incestuous family before. he had heard her comments on muggle borns and squibs, yet his mind had somehow ignored them subconsciously. and now he had let it ruin his life.
either not noticing or choosing to ignore the light rain that had just sprung, james began to walk to defense against the dark arts.
by the time james arrived there, the class was full and had been going on for five minutes. an order to sit - and all too suddenly he was next to her.
he could feel the resentment rolling off her as she stared at the instructions on the large blackboard. he saw the words as transparent today, not registering what exactly they meant.
he was waiting for that unavoidable moment when -- by accident or by clever design of the universe -- he would be forced to speak to her.
the entire conversation was planned out in his head. she would be cold, but half way through their work she would slip and smile... willing his daydreams into reality, he sighed heavily and turned to face her.
his mouth was open as if to say something, but no sound came out. look, can we just talk about this? no, he couldn't say that. he wasn't sorry, so why should he speak in apologetic tones? she ought to be sorry.
well, she isn't.
"Jess..." maybe he would have been able to say more, had she not looked at him. but the words swallowed themselves from his tongue to his mind again, and he spoke the first words that he could think of to redeem himself.
"You're doing it wrong." arrogance. it was so much easier than showing how one actually feels. but it did give him an opening, however small, to make an attempt at redemption.
as quickly and sneakily as he could, he took her hand and showed her the wand movement she should have been doing. and even when he had... he didn't let go of her hand. not because he didn't want to, he very much wanted to release her it was just...
he was shocked at himself. his entire body was rigid from his own daring. he was practically holding her hand. and it felt wonderful. her skin was warm in a soft way, and was slowly heating under his, creamy and delicate and inviting.
she stopped trying to pull her hand out from his and neither of them moved for a moment.
don't let this be happening, please don't let this be happening.
but it was. he was holding her hand. he was mortified, but slowly he began to want to stay in that position. they'd had so many wonderful times; playing pranks, friendly jokes... how many times had he dreamed of asking her to dance? how many classes had he spent day dreaming over whether or not she liked him back? how many tests had he failed and fights had he started simply because she was the only thing occupying his mind? too many.
he wanted her. she had wanted him. and they'd both blew it over heritage. something that stupid. he was proud to call his grandmother and grandfather for who they were. he was proud that he was a gryffindor. he was proud of who he was and who he had yet to become.
but who you are is made by the company you keep. and she was not appropriate company for someone like james. did he care? i rather doubt it. he was tempted at that very second to pull her hand to his lips and say, "let's be friends again, i missed you," and to kiss her hand so softly... maybe it's not to late.
such a long and pointless silence was finally broken.
he let go of her hand.
well hi there M.I.S.S.J.E.S.S.I.C.A.S.L.I.T.H.E.R.T.O.N.G.U.E.
how are you im feeling W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L.
just wanted to say T.H.I.S.P.O.S.T.I.S.F.I.N.I.S.H.E.D.
conversation with jessica had once been a very natural thing for james. there was never a subject to personal, never had there been anything he couldn't trust her with.
why is it only the ones you love who's flaws escape you? james had found himself wondering for some time now how he had not come to notice those dominant traits in jessica and her incestuous family before. he had heard her comments on muggle borns and squibs, yet his mind had somehow ignored them subconsciously. and now he had let it ruin his life.
either not noticing or choosing to ignore the light rain that had just sprung, james began to walk to defense against the dark arts.
by the time james arrived there, the class was full and had been going on for five minutes. an order to sit - and all too suddenly he was next to her.
he could feel the resentment rolling off her as she stared at the instructions on the large blackboard. he saw the words as transparent today, not registering what exactly they meant.
he was waiting for that unavoidable moment when -- by accident or by clever design of the universe -- he would be forced to speak to her.
the entire conversation was planned out in his head. she would be cold, but half way through their work she would slip and smile... willing his daydreams into reality, he sighed heavily and turned to face her.
his mouth was open as if to say something, but no sound came out. look, can we just talk about this? no, he couldn't say that. he wasn't sorry, so why should he speak in apologetic tones? she ought to be sorry.
well, she isn't.
"Jess..." maybe he would have been able to say more, had she not looked at him. but the words swallowed themselves from his tongue to his mind again, and he spoke the first words that he could think of to redeem himself.
"You're doing it wrong." arrogance. it was so much easier than showing how one actually feels. but it did give him an opening, however small, to make an attempt at redemption.
as quickly and sneakily as he could, he took her hand and showed her the wand movement she should have been doing. and even when he had... he didn't let go of her hand. not because he didn't want to, he very much wanted to release her it was just...
he was shocked at himself. his entire body was rigid from his own daring. he was practically holding her hand. and it felt wonderful. her skin was warm in a soft way, and was slowly heating under his, creamy and delicate and inviting.
she stopped trying to pull her hand out from his and neither of them moved for a moment.
don't let this be happening, please don't let this be happening.
but it was. he was holding her hand. he was mortified, but slowly he began to want to stay in that position. they'd had so many wonderful times; playing pranks, friendly jokes... how many times had he dreamed of asking her to dance? how many classes had he spent day dreaming over whether or not she liked him back? how many tests had he failed and fights had he started simply because she was the only thing occupying his mind? too many.
he wanted her. she had wanted him. and they'd both blew it over heritage. something that stupid. he was proud to call his grandmother and grandfather for who they were. he was proud that he was a gryffindor. he was proud of who he was and who he had yet to become.
but who you are is made by the company you keep. and she was not appropriate company for someone like james. did he care? i rather doubt it. he was tempted at that very second to pull her hand to his lips and say, "let's be friends again, i missed you," and to kiss her hand so softly... maybe it's not to late.
such a long and pointless silence was finally broken.
he let go of her hand.
well hi there M.I.S.S.J.E.S.S.I.C.A.S.L.I.T.H.E.R.T.O.N.G.U.E.
how are you im feeling W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L.
just wanted to say T.H.I.S.P.O.S.T.I.S.F.I.N.I.S.H.E.D.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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