Post by laura on Oct 20, 2008 20:17:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Laura Callaghan
Year: 5th
Preferred House (you may not get it, unless you are a canon character): Gryffindor
Strengths: DADA, flying, writing essays
Weaknesses: Potions, procrastinator
Personality: Laura is generally carefree and has a great sense of humour. She finds it very hard to be mean to anyone, unless provoked. She tends to put others before herself, even when it makes her life more difficult- which is usually the result.
Brief History: Laura's father, Laris Callaghan is a pure-blood wizard who was born and raised in Scotland, where most of her family is from, while her mother Sandra, is a muggle-born is originally from England. Both of her parents were in Gryffindor's house, her father a year ahead. As her father married a muggle-born he is considered a blood-traitor which puts the whole family at risk during this time and age.
Description (for made-up characters): She stands at 5"5 and has a small frame. Her hair is long, and light brown. Her eyes are a green-blue colour and she has a few freckles sprinkled across her pale face. When she smiles, her right cheek is dimpled.
RP Sample (must be at least a paragraph):
Letting a sigh escape her lips, Laura began the trek through the stone corridors of the castle with her broom held over her shoulder. It had been a week since the new school year had began and she had already managed to get a P on her Charms essay. It wasn't that she was dense or anything, she just put it off until the last minute and scrawled a couple paragraphs on the particular charm. It seemed like every time she mentally prepared herself to write it, something more important came up and she forgot about it. Her thoughts were interrupted as she walked right into a ridiculously burly first year boy and nearly lost her balance. After mumbling her apologies, she continued on to her destination- the Quidditch pitch. Whenever things got to be too much, she would simply mount her broom and leave her worries on the ground. Quidditch try-outs were coming up and she wanted to reestablish her place on the team as Seeker. Without even realizing it, she had arrived at the pitch. She brought her broom down to waist level and swung her leg over the cherry-stained handle. Her black trainers kicked off powerfully from the ground and she felt the butterflies in her stomach threaten to erupt. Her long hair blew behind her in the wind, and her turquoise eyes began to tear. Oh how she loved this feeling!
Year: 5th
Preferred House (you may not get it, unless you are a canon character): Gryffindor
Strengths: DADA, flying, writing essays
Weaknesses: Potions, procrastinator
Personality: Laura is generally carefree and has a great sense of humour. She finds it very hard to be mean to anyone, unless provoked. She tends to put others before herself, even when it makes her life more difficult- which is usually the result.
Brief History: Laura's father, Laris Callaghan is a pure-blood wizard who was born and raised in Scotland, where most of her family is from, while her mother Sandra, is a muggle-born is originally from England. Both of her parents were in Gryffindor's house, her father a year ahead. As her father married a muggle-born he is considered a blood-traitor which puts the whole family at risk during this time and age.
Description (for made-up characters): She stands at 5"5 and has a small frame. Her hair is long, and light brown. Her eyes are a green-blue colour and she has a few freckles sprinkled across her pale face. When she smiles, her right cheek is dimpled.
RP Sample (must be at least a paragraph):
Letting a sigh escape her lips, Laura began the trek through the stone corridors of the castle with her broom held over her shoulder. It had been a week since the new school year had began and she had already managed to get a P on her Charms essay. It wasn't that she was dense or anything, she just put it off until the last minute and scrawled a couple paragraphs on the particular charm. It seemed like every time she mentally prepared herself to write it, something more important came up and she forgot about it. Her thoughts were interrupted as she walked right into a ridiculously burly first year boy and nearly lost her balance. After mumbling her apologies, she continued on to her destination- the Quidditch pitch. Whenever things got to be too much, she would simply mount her broom and leave her worries on the ground. Quidditch try-outs were coming up and she wanted to reestablish her place on the team as Seeker. Without even realizing it, she had arrived at the pitch. She brought her broom down to waist level and swung her leg over the cherry-stained handle. Her black trainers kicked off powerfully from the ground and she felt the butterflies in her stomach threaten to erupt. Her long hair blew behind her in the wind, and her turquoise eyes began to tear. Oh how she loved this feeling!
