Post by Emily Carter on Jan 7, 2009 13:06:06 GMT -5
Name: Emily Catherine Carter
Age: 18
Birthday: 7th February
Year: First Year (Freshman)
Dorm or Off-Campus?: Dorm Apache Hall
Major: History
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Bon Temps, Louisianna
Any Disorders/illnesses?: NA
Personality: Emily is a kind and fun loving girl. She enjoys the simple pleasures in life, such as swimming, jogging, studying and hanging out with her friends around campus. She if fiercely loyal to the people and places that are dear to her and will always stick up for the people she sees as worth her time and effort. Saying that, she won’t waste her time on anyone who mistreats her or her friends. She can be rather judgemental at times, and once her trust has been lost, it’s very hard to win back again.
Emily is a pacifist and is very anti war. In fact she doesn't agree with violence under any circumstances, however, she can often win fights with her wit and intelligence. She just wished the rest of the world would try talking instead of blowing the hell out of anyone who disagrees with them. Although she loves her hometown, she can’t stand the redneck attitudes some of the boys she used hang around had. Now she’s at university, she loves taking part in and even help organise peace rallies. Studying History, she learns everyday about how past wars have torn the world apart and realises how awful life would be if America were gripped in another.
Emily is a loving girl, always searching for affection and recognition. She always wishes for a long term relationships, although she can never seem to find that perfect guy. On some levels she's scared to fall in love in case they break her heart or abuse her trust, as so many have in the past. Still, she channels all her capacity for caring into her friendships whilst keeping her eyes peeled for that man.
Appearance: Emily is tall and slim, her toned figure often clad in checked shirts, denim skirts, brown leather jackets, ugg boots and pashminas. She generally wears a subdued palet of colours as they tend to suit her pale skin, however, every now and then, when she goes out, she'll look beautiful in a bright red or green dress.
Emily takes a lot of pride in her appearance but doesn't tend to spend too long fussing. She likes looking natural and understated, whilst still making a statement. She loves fashion magazines and reads at least one a day when she goes to the coffee shop. From these she's learned to find a style which suits her perfectly and she sticks to it as best she can.
Still, every now and then, when she's ill, studying or just having a cosy evening in with the girls, she'll pull on a pair of loose tracksuit bottoms and a camisole. She wears the same sort of outfit when she goes out jogging, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her feet encased in a pair of Nike trainers.
Emily has long blonde hair which falls in loose waves over her slender shoulders. She had highlights put in it once upon a time, but has never really seen the need for them since. She rarely wears a lot of make up, however she always has a pot of lipbalm on her at all times. It's usual to see her smoothing Vaseline onto her slightly pouting pink lips.
Celebrity Claim: Blake Lively
Talents/Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Pets: NA
Family:
Background Emily was born on the 7th December in the small Louisiana town, Bon Temps. Her family never had a lot of money so ever since she can remember she had to scrimp and save every penny. She had a happy childhood, playing with the other children of the town in the surrounding pine woodland. The family lived in a small tin-roofed house on the outskirts of the town, their back yard backing straight onto a small, beautiful lake.
Emily’s father worked in the local lumber yard and as a little girl, Emily and her friends used to play in the massive piles of sawdust her father bought home. The sawdust was useful for bedding out the three rabbits they kept as pets and could also be sold to local farms, not to mention making amazing play areas for the two young Carter children.
When Emily reached school age, she was excited to embrace the new exciting world of education that was laid before her and dived into it at full steam. She loved school right from the start and it was always clear she was going to do well. At the age of ten, she was already expressing a desire to go to university although she predicted it would be to study English, her favourite subject at the time. Her parents, hearing of their daughter’s aspirations, immediately opened a fund and have been putting money away ever since.
When it came time for Emily to be old enough to drive, the family had to make a tough decision. They knew they wouldn’t be able to afford a car and still send Emily to university, so they gave her the choice. In the end, she decided that she would learn to drive, but not actually buy a car. Therefore she’d be qualified whenever she did have the money to buy a nice little car to get her from place to place.
Eventually, Emily graduated from her high school with excellent grades, just as everyone predicted and was offered her place at the University of New Mexico, her first choice university. Now she’s living the life she always dreamed studying the subject she’s come to love the most, and she couldn’t be happier.
Role-Playing Sample:
Codeword: There isn't one
Age: 18
Birthday: 7th February
Year: First Year (Freshman)
Dorm or Off-Campus?: Dorm Apache Hall
Major: History
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Bon Temps, Louisianna
Any Disorders/illnesses?: NA
Personality: Emily is a kind and fun loving girl. She enjoys the simple pleasures in life, such as swimming, jogging, studying and hanging out with her friends around campus. She if fiercely loyal to the people and places that are dear to her and will always stick up for the people she sees as worth her time and effort. Saying that, she won’t waste her time on anyone who mistreats her or her friends. She can be rather judgemental at times, and once her trust has been lost, it’s very hard to win back again.
Emily is a pacifist and is very anti war. In fact she doesn't agree with violence under any circumstances, however, she can often win fights with her wit and intelligence. She just wished the rest of the world would try talking instead of blowing the hell out of anyone who disagrees with them. Although she loves her hometown, she can’t stand the redneck attitudes some of the boys she used hang around had. Now she’s at university, she loves taking part in and even help organise peace rallies. Studying History, she learns everyday about how past wars have torn the world apart and realises how awful life would be if America were gripped in another.
Emily is a loving girl, always searching for affection and recognition. She always wishes for a long term relationships, although she can never seem to find that perfect guy. On some levels she's scared to fall in love in case they break her heart or abuse her trust, as so many have in the past. Still, she channels all her capacity for caring into her friendships whilst keeping her eyes peeled for that man.
Appearance: Emily is tall and slim, her toned figure often clad in checked shirts, denim skirts, brown leather jackets, ugg boots and pashminas. She generally wears a subdued palet of colours as they tend to suit her pale skin, however, every now and then, when she goes out, she'll look beautiful in a bright red or green dress.
Emily takes a lot of pride in her appearance but doesn't tend to spend too long fussing. She likes looking natural and understated, whilst still making a statement. She loves fashion magazines and reads at least one a day when she goes to the coffee shop. From these she's learned to find a style which suits her perfectly and she sticks to it as best she can.
Still, every now and then, when she's ill, studying or just having a cosy evening in with the girls, she'll pull on a pair of loose tracksuit bottoms and a camisole. She wears the same sort of outfit when she goes out jogging, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her feet encased in a pair of Nike trainers.
Emily has long blonde hair which falls in loose waves over her slender shoulders. She had highlights put in it once upon a time, but has never really seen the need for them since. She rarely wears a lot of make up, however she always has a pot of lipbalm on her at all times. It's usual to see her smoothing Vaseline onto her slightly pouting pink lips.
Celebrity Claim: Blake Lively
Talents/Hobbies:
- Swimming
- Jogging
- Reading
- Archaeology
- Shopping
Likes:
- Cold crisp mornings
- Black and white horror films
- British comedies
- Antiques
- Learning
- Socialising
Dislikes:
- Overly loud people
- Ignorant people
- Slapstick comedy
- Daytime television
- Swealtering heat
- Redneck attitudes
- War
Pets: NA
Family:
- Mother - Dana Carter (49)
- Father - John Carter (53)
- Brother - Sam Carter (15)
Background Emily was born on the 7th December in the small Louisiana town, Bon Temps. Her family never had a lot of money so ever since she can remember she had to scrimp and save every penny. She had a happy childhood, playing with the other children of the town in the surrounding pine woodland. The family lived in a small tin-roofed house on the outskirts of the town, their back yard backing straight onto a small, beautiful lake.
Emily’s father worked in the local lumber yard and as a little girl, Emily and her friends used to play in the massive piles of sawdust her father bought home. The sawdust was useful for bedding out the three rabbits they kept as pets and could also be sold to local farms, not to mention making amazing play areas for the two young Carter children.
When Emily reached school age, she was excited to embrace the new exciting world of education that was laid before her and dived into it at full steam. She loved school right from the start and it was always clear she was going to do well. At the age of ten, she was already expressing a desire to go to university although she predicted it would be to study English, her favourite subject at the time. Her parents, hearing of their daughter’s aspirations, immediately opened a fund and have been putting money away ever since.
When it came time for Emily to be old enough to drive, the family had to make a tough decision. They knew they wouldn’t be able to afford a car and still send Emily to university, so they gave her the choice. In the end, she decided that she would learn to drive, but not actually buy a car. Therefore she’d be qualified whenever she did have the money to buy a nice little car to get her from place to place.
Eventually, Emily graduated from her high school with excellent grades, just as everyone predicted and was offered her place at the University of New Mexico, her first choice university. Now she’s living the life she always dreamed studying the subject she’s come to love the most, and she couldn’t be happier.
Role-Playing Sample:
Scorpius was hanging around outside the station, his customary cigarette in hand, trying to avoid the usual smothering farewell. He was leaning against one of the neo-classical columns, his free hand tucked into the front pocket of his faded blue jeans. Of course, he’d made an effort to look good, as usual, and had adorned himself in a black shirt, his black leather jacket and a pair of highly polished black leather shoes to enhance the jeans, a pair of oversized, bronze-rimmed sunglasses topping off the outfit. He exuded sophistication and charm as the stood there outside Kings Cross Station. Being at home this summer had been even worse than normal, what with the Potter boy taking over the house. Scorpius had spent most of the summer locked away in his bedroom, music playing almost intolerably loudly, with no one but his eagle owl, Fell, to keep him company. He preferred it that way. His father had become obsessed with James, and of course he could hardly talk to Tori. She’d become a love sick puppy in comparison to how she used to be. No, alone was how Scorpius had wanted it. He had spent the days writing to his friends, counting the moments before he could get back to school and be his own person again. He was popular at school, people cared about him, and that was the way he liked it. He’d had enough of skulking in the background and was ready to burst back onto the scene again. So why was he standing out here?
Scorpius took a drag on the cigarette. His father would kill him if he saw him smoking. He knew he did it, but he hated the fact. He called it a “disgusting muggle habit” and Scorpius knew his father was ashamed of him. Still, it was just one more act of defiance. In a world where so many things could kill you, Scorpius got a thrill from taking his life in his hands. Anyway, he knew he had enough money to pay a healer to cure him if smoking ever did affect him, so there was nothing to worry about in his eyes. He exhaled, watching the smoke curl away in the cool September day. He’d waited so long for this day, yet now it was here, the train only a few hundred metres away, he was feeling particularly underwhelmed. The rest of his family, along with Potter, had entered the station a little while ago and were probably greeting all their friends now. Still, Scorpius was relishing the time alone. Finally he felt free again; free to get on the train when he liked, free to smoke as many cigarettes as he could manage before the train left, free to ignore his friends and family if he liked...the list was endless.
Taking another drag, Scorpius pushed away from the wall against which he was leaning. He peered through the glass doors of the station and up at the large clock on the wall. It was only twenty to eleven. He still had plenty of time before the train left. The trolley with his trunk on was a little way away, where the porter had left it when he said he was going to stay outside for a while. It was this trolley he made his way over to now, sitting on top of his tightly packed trunk. He’d been practising his magic over the summer, knowing fully well that no underage magic could be traced to him in a house where spells were performed every few seconds, and when it came to packing his trunk, he’d used a charm to get nearly half the contents of his bedroom inside the ornate wooden trunk. Scorpius always had the most lavishly adorned section of the dormitory in his year at Hogwarts. He was such a sucker for home comforts and he’d packed as many of them as possible in alongside his clothes and books. His father had promised to buy him a new broom for his birthday, but until then he had his old Firebolt 7000 to keep him going. It was being sent on to him by express owl, Scorpius not trusting his, albeit magically modified, trunk to keep it safe from his rowdy school mates.
Scorpius felt the familiar warm glow as the cherry of the cigarette burned down to the butt, the smell of burning filter reaching him. Wrinkling his nose, he flicked the dog end away into the gutter and jumped up off of his trunk. As he walked around the trolley to take the handle and click the brake off, he saw another Hogwarts student pass him, her long blue rain mac not quite covering the hem of her obviously new robes. “First years,” Scorpius mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes and throwing his weight into pushing the trolley after the small girl. Her mother was pushing her trolley; a frumpy middle aged woman. She was wearing muggle clothes; wearing them far too expertly to be magical. Scorpius wrinkled his nose again. He may not be quite as conservative as his father, but he still wasn’t fond of muggle-borns or really even half bloods. He just didn’t understand why a witch or wizard would find a muggle attractive; although, he supposed the sheer frailty could be a turn on, however, each one he’d come across had seemed so self righteous that he now had a lasting bad impression.
Scorpius frowned. No, he would start this year on a good note, not by going on a rant about the incorrigible naivety of muggles. Anyway, the woman and her daughter had pushed on in front of him and were now hovering, looking very definitely bewildered, by the barrier between platforms nine and ten. As Scorpius drew nearer he considered saying something to them, but he decided against it. If they were paying attention, they’d work out how to get through to platform nine and three quarters. As he passed the little girl, he caught her eye and winked before walking headlong through the barrier. The last thing he heard before the muggle world vanished was a tiny gasp of admiration.
The train looked pretty much the same as it always had; the scarlet and gold paintwork still gleaming and smooth, looking as though it was only painted yesterday. Scorpius smiled slightly. Things were starting to feel normal again. Through the hustle and bustle of the platform he could make out the shiny blond hair of his father. Draco Malfoy wasn’t an overly tall man, but he commanded respect in a crowd, people making a point to walk around him instead of push past him as they did with everyone else. Scorpius made a beeline away from them. He still wasn’t in the mood for the melodramatic parting of the Malfoys which seemed to happen every time any one of them went away. He’d write to his father once he was at school, letting him know he’d got there safely and reporting on the first few days.
The carriages he passed were all half full, friends getting reacquainted after the summer; sickening. Scorpius continued heading down the platform, peering into the carriages as he went. After barging his way through a countless number of Second-year huddles, Scorpius stopped outside a compartment door. Through the thick, warped glass, Scorpius could see the unmistakable white blonde hair of a Malfoy; his sister Tori. Scorpius frowned. He could see Potter in there with her, but there was no way he could slip past the carriage without them spotting him and if Tori knew he was avoiding her there would be hell to pay once they got to school.
Reluctantly Scorpius reached up and pulled the door open before stepping inside and pulling out his wand to levitate his trunk inside. He glanced at his sister and her boyfriend. They seemed inseparable recently and to some extent Scorpius felt jealous. He’d never felt as strongly about anyone or anything as Tori proclaimed she felt about James, still, he knew it was something he wanted. She had been his age when she’d first started seeing James, so maybe this year was his year. No, he doubted it. He doubted he’d ever let it get that far. He just couldn’t help ruining things. Frowning slightly, he turned and conjured his trunk into the compartment and up onto the luggage rack. The steel bars groaned slightly under the weight as Scorpius tucked his wand back into his pocket and pulled the carriage door shut. “Don’t worry,” he grumbled, sitting down opposite his sister and James. “I’ll be out of your hair once we get under way.” Leaning back against the back of the seat, Scorpius crossed his arms over his chest and set to staring out of the window onto the still crowded platform.
Codeword: There isn't one
