Post by Georgie Bishop on Jul 11, 2010 15:39:10 GMT -5
Player Name: Mshana
Player Age: 22 years old
Years Experience in roleplaying: Since the dawn of time (well, at least a good couple of years now. I stared out at Hex).
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Character Name: Georgina ("Georgie") Bishop
Character Age: 11 years old
Year: 1th year
Preferred House:
1. Hufflepuff (yes, I know that I put up two houses on first place. The reason is that I don't really mind too much either way if she ends up in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. I think she has the potential to fit in well with both of these houses).
1. Gryffindor
2. Ravenclaw
3. Slytherin
Best Classes: Charms, Transfiguration
Worst Classes: Potions, Astronomy
Appearance:
Celebrity Claim: Georgie Henley
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Quirks/Habits:
Favorite...
Personality:
Most people who have met Georgina Bishop would probably describe her as a sweet, conscientious and social girl. While none of these descriptions would be outright wrong, they would most definitely be somewhat lacking.
In many ways Georgie's personality is marked by the conditions of her upbringing. She's the youngest child in a rather large family, and has three older siblings to contend with. As a consequence she is social, talkative and dislikes to spend large portions of time alone. She has learned early on that she needs to take up place if she wants any at all, while at the same time to be aware of other people's needs and wishes. In other words she is generally very good at knowing just how far she can push the limit before someone boils over and explodes.
Having to follow in the foot steps of her brother's and sister has also made her a hard worker who will generally go to great lengths to achieve her goals. Once she's made up her mind about an issue, it will normally be very hard to get her to change it again. Her mother used to call her the family mule, due to her stubbornness and this is a personality trait that will sometimes lead to arguments with her peers and teachers. She doesn't believe in bottling things up, so if she disagrees with someone she will generally tell them so.
As a contrast to this, Georgie can also come off as being slightly unfocused at times. She's the uncrowned Queen of daydreaming, and if something doesn't greatly interest her, then her thoughts will most likely drift on to more exciting subjects.
Being the youngest child also comes with some advantages. Those around her (especially her father) tend to perceive Georgie to be the innocent and sweet little girl she used to be as a baby. This is something she knows to use to her advantage, and she could play both of her brother's like a couple of fiddles from the time she was old enough to bat her eye lashes. Needless to say, this was something that came in handy, should anyone ever bully her at school.
Georgie has always been very concerned with fairness. She hates partiality and arrogance, and is hardly the type of girl who will join in a conversation to gossip or spread rumors. This makes her a fairly open person to be around, and even though the magical world sometimes leaves her speechless she tries her best to meet any challenge with an open mind.
With her friends and family she is fiercely loyal, and she would go to great lengths to keep those she loves safe and happy. That being said Georgie still has a sense of humor as long as it is not at the unfair expense of someone else. She's not against the occasional prank, and if she sets her mind to tricking you then you'll do best to watch out. She's a lot brighter than anyone in her family gives her credit for.
When it comes to her general outlook in life, Georgie is by nature positive. She has a highly contagious laughter, and will always try to look for the silver lining of any given situation.
History:
Important people:
Father: Charles Bishop, (42 years old), English teacher, Muggle
Mother: Cecilia Bishop (neê Hall), (39 years old), Secretary, Muggle
Brothers: James and Jonathan Bishop, (20 and 18 years old), Muggles
Sister: Clara Bishop, (15 years old), student, Muggles
Grandmother: Arietta (Artie) Bishop (65 years old), Self-proclaimed psychic, Muggle.
Cat: Watson, (2 years old), self-proclaimed king of the world (not that anyone's asked).
Georgina Bishop was born almost one month too early on the 5th of May, something her mother will often point out was the first and only time she ever arrived anywhere with time to spare. She grew up in a fairly small house just outside of Durham in England with so many relatives around that she used to assume she was related to every stranger she met. At least anyone sporting a brown or auburn hair color and and a myriad of freckles. Mostly this was a theory that turned out to be correct.
By the time she was conceived her parents had already had three children, and wasn't really planned on having any more before Georgie came along and surprised them all. Charles and Cecilia Bishop were both muggles who had met and fallen in love with each other during their high school days. Charles worked as an English teacher at the local primary school while Cecilia was employed as a secretary at a public health clinic.
According to her parents Georgie was fearless as a child. She was the sort of toddler no one would dare to leave alone for more than two minutes at a time. Her father used to joke that even if he left her in a padded room with no sharp edges tied to her play pen she would still find something potentially dangerous to pick up, touch or put into her mouth in a matter of seconds. She never got seriously hurt aside from the mandatory scratches and bruises any healthy child should get while growing up though. Seeing as most of her father's relatives lived within a stone throw away from her own house there were usually someone around to make sure that she didn't do anything too stupid.
She learned to talk at a relatively early age and once she had more than three words to choose between she wouldn't stop babbling. Most of the time this meant that she would pester anyone in her immediate surroundings with whatever it was that went on in her head. Her mother would proudly say that this showed that she was an inquisitive child. Her brother James on the other hand, would always argue that it merely made her a pain in the ass to baby sit.
The year she turned nine Georgie started noticing that she was changing. Strange things would happen when she was around, especially if she was angry or upset. Once she locked her sister out of of the room they shared with no key what so ever. Another time she fell from the top of the old oak three at the back of their house and landed on the ground without a single scratch to show for it. Whenever she tried to bring up the topic with her parents, however, they would merely respond that changing was to be expected for a girl her age.
This is probably the reason why Georgie was the person who was the least surprised of her family when a giant eagle owl soared in through an open window during a peaceful Sunday breakfast the summer she had turned eleven. At first her parents wanted to put the letter that was promptly dropped into her father's bowl of cereal down as a bad joke, even though they were both at a loss as to how to explain the sudden appearance of a nocturnal bird carrying a letter in its beak. Despite Georgie's protests that she should be allowed to reply to it, it was filed away at the bottom of the desk in her father's work room.
Georgie can still vividly remember the strange man that appeared on their door step a couple of days later. He was wearing the funniest ensemble of clothes she had ever seen; bright green pants that were wide enough to fit two people, a brown bowler hat with an odd looking feather attached to the brim and an orange jacket that reached all the way down to his knees. He presented himself as a Ministry Official, and her father had started off by telling him that he didn't look like an official from any Ministry he had ever heard of. As it turned out, Charles Bishop was right about that; he had never heard about the Ministry of Magic.
By the end of July it was decided; Georgina Bishop was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enrolling in a school that taught magic was both a wonderful and a frightening experience for Georgie. Her parents had always placed great value in ideas such as rationality and science, and to find herself in a place where both would often seem to be lacking was deeply unsettling. Even so, she found herself loving the castle with all its winding hallways and ever changing features. She also loved the powerful feeling that magic provided; the promise of a world where everything is possible.
RP Sample:
"If you would just hold still for a second this would all be a lot easier," Georgie muttered, once again trying to change her grip on the furry ball of claws that was trying to scratch its way out of her reach. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was outside her dorm room after curfew and currently had a ranging tomcat fighting for freedom in her arms, she would have felt truly amazed at how quickly her normally soft and sweet hearted pet could go from adorable kitten to hissing tiger.
Then again, being half transfigured into a turtle might have something to do with his bad temper. Wincing as Watson's claws tore into her unprotected forearm Georgie tried to muffle her pained yelp. The grey cat used her momentary distraction to retract his tail into the semi-hard shell that currently made up his back so that his owner lost the last grip she had had on him. Without a backward glance he bolted down the dark hallway with a satisfied yowl of victory.
Getting to her feet Georgie inspected the thin wounds left all over her hands as a mark of her pet's displeasure with her. Cursing she located her wand in the pocket of her robes and made the tip light up with a whispered "lumos".
Technically she shouldn't even be awake at this time of night. It was far past the point when all students were supposed to be in their beds and soundly asleep unless they actually wanted an unpleasant detention. On the other hand, she hadn't technically been supposed to perform the spell that had left her cat looking like some sort of canine turtle either, and seeing as she was already in trouble she had reasoned that she might as well throw caution to the wind and at least attempt to catch him before anyone else took notice. If she could just change him back before someone spotted him, she might actually get away with her slight violation of the school rules.
Apparently Watson was less than willing to cooperate, however. Pausing for a second Georgie stood completely frozen trying to make out the sound of footsteps approaching or even the sound of a cat-turtle running away for that sake. When nothing could be heard she began moving again, holding her wand up as a torch to light her way. There was no telling how far her pet might have gotten already, and if she knew him correctly he would be even harder to find now that he knew she was trying to catch him.
Hogwarts looked different by night time. The normally bustling hallways seemed unfamiliar in their current empty and silent state. The only sound that could be heard was her feet tapping against the floor and her somewhat uneven breathing. Turning another corner she nearly walked into a armor standing leaned against the wall and had to stop for several minutes to recover from the shock.
Which was exactly when she spotted Watson. He was sitting on the top of a stair case at the end of the corridor, licking his paws awkwardly as he tried to keep his balance in spite of the bulky turtle shell on his back. By now she knew better than to try to talk him to her, and instead she raised her wand and muttered the full body binder curse.
It would have worked.
This was something she would tell herself many times afterward; that it would have worked, if it hadn't been for the fact that the spell hit the transfigured shell rather than the soft fur of the cat first and was immediately reflected straight into the armor she had avoided walking into a mere minute earlier.
The following noise would have been enough to awaken the dead, and knowing Hogwarts it probably did. Georgie didn't even have the time to attempt to melt away into the shadows before an arm settled heavily upon her shoulder. Turning around with her heart pounding loud enough to hear, she looked up into the face of the teacher holding her.
"Georgie Bishop? What in Merlin's name are you doing out of bed at this hour?"
Slumping her shoulders she did the best imitation of a nervous, sorry and worried girl that she could manage and gave a silent prayer that Watson would at least have the sense to stay away. Naturally he was rubbing himself up against her foot seconds later, turtle-shell and all.
Player Age: 22 years old
Years Experience in roleplaying: Since the dawn of time (well, at least a good couple of years now. I stared out at Hex).
How did you hear about us? I found you through the amazing power of google.
Did you read the rules? Merlin's Baggy Y-fronts
Character Name: Georgina ("Georgie") Bishop
Character Age: 11 years old
Year: 1th year
Preferred House:
1. Hufflepuff (yes, I know that I put up two houses on first place. The reason is that I don't really mind too much either way if she ends up in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. I think she has the potential to fit in well with both of these houses).
1. Gryffindor
2. Ravenclaw
3. Slytherin
Best Classes: Charms, Transfiguration
Worst Classes: Potions, Astronomy
Appearance:
- Eye Color: Georgie's eye color has a tendency to change regarding to what light they are subjected to. This has nothing to do with the fact that she's a witch, and it isn't a feature that make her stand out in any major way. It is merely the consequence of the fact that the exact shade of her eyes ranges from somewhere between an a warm summer blue to a hazy grey color, the difference of which is so slight that only people who are close to her have ever remarked upon it. In natural lighting they will often appear more blueish than what they do when she is inside. Whether she wants to or not, her eyes also convey a great deal of emotion.
- Hair: Like with her eyes, Georgie's hair color changes with the seasons. During the winter months it is a dark brown nuance that almost boarders to black, while in the summer the sunlight pales it to a warmer, almost auburn shade. It is always a little messy and in rainy or wet weather it often becomes slightly curly. In length, it reaches to about her mid-back. She usually wears it in a pony tail in a futile attempt to avoid getting it in her eyes.
- Skin Tone: Much to her own distress, Georgie's skin tone is down right pale. Even though she tries to tan during the summers, she generally only succeeds in burning herself, or worse yet; increase the number of freckles that are already decorating her face.
- Height: 156 cm (she's still hoping for a sudden growth spurt)
- Weight: 49 kg.
Celebrity Claim: Georgie Henley
Strengths:
- Positive
- Curios
- Open-minded
- Quick-witted
- Smart
- Manipulative
- Her smile and laughter
Weaknesses:
- Easily distracted
- Emotional
- Somewhat naive
- Insecure
- Forgetful
- Thoughtful
- Her freckles
Quirks/Habits:
- Chews at the end of her hair whenever she's concentrating or thinking something over.
- Taps her wand against her desk during classes (something she's been told off for doing by her teachers on several occasions, seeing as it is a somewhat hazardous activity.)
- Loves to sleep in during weekends (and if it hadn't been for the fact that she learned a wake up charm during her first weeks at Hogwarts, chances are that she would have over-slept for a good deal of her classes as well).
Favorite...
- musician/band: Thanks to her grandmother Artie, Georgie has inherited a profound love for jazz and blues. Ever since she was a little girl she would always nag her parents to be allowed to visit her father's mother, whom the whole family tended to think was a bit on the odd side. Whenever the two of them were alone together Artie would take out her old vinyl records and let Georgie choose what they would listen to. Then they would sit in a pleasant silence as the emotional tones of saxophones and smoky voices filled the room from an antique record player. When Artie died she left this, along with her entire record collection, to Georgie.
- movie: The wizard of Oz. She saw the movie when she was nine years old and felt a deep connection to Dorothy Gale. For weeks she just waited for a tornado to come and carry her off to a magical land. In the end she was forced to admit to herself that that sort of thing could only ever happened in movies and books.
- book: The Hobbit. Her father used to tell her the tales of Bilbo and his friends when they were driving home after visiting her grandmother to keep her from falling asleep.
- food: Georgie's favorite food is her mother's home cooked meat balls. She's not really picky when it comes to what she eats, though she absolutely despises broccoli, and personally feels that serving this to someone should be considered a cruel and unusual punishment.
Personality:
Most people who have met Georgina Bishop would probably describe her as a sweet, conscientious and social girl. While none of these descriptions would be outright wrong, they would most definitely be somewhat lacking.
In many ways Georgie's personality is marked by the conditions of her upbringing. She's the youngest child in a rather large family, and has three older siblings to contend with. As a consequence she is social, talkative and dislikes to spend large portions of time alone. She has learned early on that she needs to take up place if she wants any at all, while at the same time to be aware of other people's needs and wishes. In other words she is generally very good at knowing just how far she can push the limit before someone boils over and explodes.
Having to follow in the foot steps of her brother's and sister has also made her a hard worker who will generally go to great lengths to achieve her goals. Once she's made up her mind about an issue, it will normally be very hard to get her to change it again. Her mother used to call her the family mule, due to her stubbornness and this is a personality trait that will sometimes lead to arguments with her peers and teachers. She doesn't believe in bottling things up, so if she disagrees with someone she will generally tell them so.
As a contrast to this, Georgie can also come off as being slightly unfocused at times. She's the uncrowned Queen of daydreaming, and if something doesn't greatly interest her, then her thoughts will most likely drift on to more exciting subjects.
Being the youngest child also comes with some advantages. Those around her (especially her father) tend to perceive Georgie to be the innocent and sweet little girl she used to be as a baby. This is something she knows to use to her advantage, and she could play both of her brother's like a couple of fiddles from the time she was old enough to bat her eye lashes. Needless to say, this was something that came in handy, should anyone ever bully her at school.
Georgie has always been very concerned with fairness. She hates partiality and arrogance, and is hardly the type of girl who will join in a conversation to gossip or spread rumors. This makes her a fairly open person to be around, and even though the magical world sometimes leaves her speechless she tries her best to meet any challenge with an open mind.
With her friends and family she is fiercely loyal, and she would go to great lengths to keep those she loves safe and happy. That being said Georgie still has a sense of humor as long as it is not at the unfair expense of someone else. She's not against the occasional prank, and if she sets her mind to tricking you then you'll do best to watch out. She's a lot brighter than anyone in her family gives her credit for.
When it comes to her general outlook in life, Georgie is by nature positive. She has a highly contagious laughter, and will always try to look for the silver lining of any given situation.
History:
Important people:
Father: Charles Bishop, (42 years old), English teacher, Muggle
Mother: Cecilia Bishop (neê Hall), (39 years old), Secretary, Muggle
Brothers: James and Jonathan Bishop, (20 and 18 years old), Muggles
Sister: Clara Bishop, (15 years old), student, Muggles
Grandmother: Arietta (Artie) Bishop (65 years old), Self-proclaimed psychic, Muggle.
Cat: Watson, (2 years old), self-proclaimed king of the world (not that anyone's asked).
Georgina Bishop was born almost one month too early on the 5th of May, something her mother will often point out was the first and only time she ever arrived anywhere with time to spare. She grew up in a fairly small house just outside of Durham in England with so many relatives around that she used to assume she was related to every stranger she met. At least anyone sporting a brown or auburn hair color and and a myriad of freckles. Mostly this was a theory that turned out to be correct.
By the time she was conceived her parents had already had three children, and wasn't really planned on having any more before Georgie came along and surprised them all. Charles and Cecilia Bishop were both muggles who had met and fallen in love with each other during their high school days. Charles worked as an English teacher at the local primary school while Cecilia was employed as a secretary at a public health clinic.
According to her parents Georgie was fearless as a child. She was the sort of toddler no one would dare to leave alone for more than two minutes at a time. Her father used to joke that even if he left her in a padded room with no sharp edges tied to her play pen she would still find something potentially dangerous to pick up, touch or put into her mouth in a matter of seconds. She never got seriously hurt aside from the mandatory scratches and bruises any healthy child should get while growing up though. Seeing as most of her father's relatives lived within a stone throw away from her own house there were usually someone around to make sure that she didn't do anything too stupid.
She learned to talk at a relatively early age and once she had more than three words to choose between she wouldn't stop babbling. Most of the time this meant that she would pester anyone in her immediate surroundings with whatever it was that went on in her head. Her mother would proudly say that this showed that she was an inquisitive child. Her brother James on the other hand, would always argue that it merely made her a pain in the ass to baby sit.
The year she turned nine Georgie started noticing that she was changing. Strange things would happen when she was around, especially if she was angry or upset. Once she locked her sister out of of the room they shared with no key what so ever. Another time she fell from the top of the old oak three at the back of their house and landed on the ground without a single scratch to show for it. Whenever she tried to bring up the topic with her parents, however, they would merely respond that changing was to be expected for a girl her age.
This is probably the reason why Georgie was the person who was the least surprised of her family when a giant eagle owl soared in through an open window during a peaceful Sunday breakfast the summer she had turned eleven. At first her parents wanted to put the letter that was promptly dropped into her father's bowl of cereal down as a bad joke, even though they were both at a loss as to how to explain the sudden appearance of a nocturnal bird carrying a letter in its beak. Despite Georgie's protests that she should be allowed to reply to it, it was filed away at the bottom of the desk in her father's work room.
Georgie can still vividly remember the strange man that appeared on their door step a couple of days later. He was wearing the funniest ensemble of clothes she had ever seen; bright green pants that were wide enough to fit two people, a brown bowler hat with an odd looking feather attached to the brim and an orange jacket that reached all the way down to his knees. He presented himself as a Ministry Official, and her father had started off by telling him that he didn't look like an official from any Ministry he had ever heard of. As it turned out, Charles Bishop was right about that; he had never heard about the Ministry of Magic.
By the end of July it was decided; Georgina Bishop was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enrolling in a school that taught magic was both a wonderful and a frightening experience for Georgie. Her parents had always placed great value in ideas such as rationality and science, and to find herself in a place where both would often seem to be lacking was deeply unsettling. Even so, she found herself loving the castle with all its winding hallways and ever changing features. She also loved the powerful feeling that magic provided; the promise of a world where everything is possible.
RP Sample:
"If you would just hold still for a second this would all be a lot easier," Georgie muttered, once again trying to change her grip on the furry ball of claws that was trying to scratch its way out of her reach. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was outside her dorm room after curfew and currently had a ranging tomcat fighting for freedom in her arms, she would have felt truly amazed at how quickly her normally soft and sweet hearted pet could go from adorable kitten to hissing tiger.
Then again, being half transfigured into a turtle might have something to do with his bad temper. Wincing as Watson's claws tore into her unprotected forearm Georgie tried to muffle her pained yelp. The grey cat used her momentary distraction to retract his tail into the semi-hard shell that currently made up his back so that his owner lost the last grip she had had on him. Without a backward glance he bolted down the dark hallway with a satisfied yowl of victory.
Getting to her feet Georgie inspected the thin wounds left all over her hands as a mark of her pet's displeasure with her. Cursing she located her wand in the pocket of her robes and made the tip light up with a whispered "lumos".
Technically she shouldn't even be awake at this time of night. It was far past the point when all students were supposed to be in their beds and soundly asleep unless they actually wanted an unpleasant detention. On the other hand, she hadn't technically been supposed to perform the spell that had left her cat looking like some sort of canine turtle either, and seeing as she was already in trouble she had reasoned that she might as well throw caution to the wind and at least attempt to catch him before anyone else took notice. If she could just change him back before someone spotted him, she might actually get away with her slight violation of the school rules.
Apparently Watson was less than willing to cooperate, however. Pausing for a second Georgie stood completely frozen trying to make out the sound of footsteps approaching or even the sound of a cat-turtle running away for that sake. When nothing could be heard she began moving again, holding her wand up as a torch to light her way. There was no telling how far her pet might have gotten already, and if she knew him correctly he would be even harder to find now that he knew she was trying to catch him.
Hogwarts looked different by night time. The normally bustling hallways seemed unfamiliar in their current empty and silent state. The only sound that could be heard was her feet tapping against the floor and her somewhat uneven breathing. Turning another corner she nearly walked into a armor standing leaned against the wall and had to stop for several minutes to recover from the shock.
Which was exactly when she spotted Watson. He was sitting on the top of a stair case at the end of the corridor, licking his paws awkwardly as he tried to keep his balance in spite of the bulky turtle shell on his back. By now she knew better than to try to talk him to her, and instead she raised her wand and muttered the full body binder curse.
It would have worked.
This was something she would tell herself many times afterward; that it would have worked, if it hadn't been for the fact that the spell hit the transfigured shell rather than the soft fur of the cat first and was immediately reflected straight into the armor she had avoided walking into a mere minute earlier.
The following noise would have been enough to awaken the dead, and knowing Hogwarts it probably did. Georgie didn't even have the time to attempt to melt away into the shadows before an arm settled heavily upon her shoulder. Turning around with her heart pounding loud enough to hear, she looked up into the face of the teacher holding her.
"Georgie Bishop? What in Merlin's name are you doing out of bed at this hour?"
Slumping her shoulders she did the best imitation of a nervous, sorry and worried girl that she could manage and gave a silent prayer that Watson would at least have the sense to stay away. Naturally he was rubbing himself up against her foot seconds later, turtle-shell and all.
