Post by moose on Dec 28, 2007 11:42:48 GMT -6
[ B a s i c ]
NAME
Freya Michelle Rose
YEAR
Eight
Age
18
GENDER
The female one
HEIGHT
5ft 2in
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight, but curious
APPEARANCE
Picture
The first thing most people notice about Freya is actually two things. A pair of them really. I'll give you a clue - most people have a pair, and you see out of them. Freya's eyes are large, round and bright blue. They contrast wonderfully with her thick, naturally black hair and capture attention in a blink. Her skin is pale and her lips pink, so basically she looks a little bit like Snow White.
She's slim, almost to the point of being skinny which adds to her prowess on a broom, and speed when running towards/away from trouble. Which she likes to do quite a lot (see personality). Her long legs (comparative to her body size) are something else which help her in one of her favourite hobbies. There is a tattoo of a shooting star on her left shoulder, which she usually keeps covered up.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY
Freya is outgoing most of the time. She makes friends with just about everyone she meets, and doesn't care who they are. With her willingness to make friends comes a high level of loyalty. If anyone hurts one of the people she counts as a friend she'll turn on them in an instant. Sometimes with a ferocity that surprises even her.
She likes to get into debates, and will often help a student who looks as though they are being picked on by stepping in and using either her wit or her wand. She'll always support the underdog in any situation.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Extreme friendliness.
HISTORY
Freya had an ordinary childhood for modern times. Sometimes there wasn't enough food on the table, and her robes were bought from second hand shops or home made, but she was happy. Her brother (her senior by five years) made sure no one ever bothered her too much, and she made sure no one bothered him. The pair have been inseparable since the day Freya was born, except now he's left school and lives in the real world and despite the weekly letters from him, Freya misses her big brother.
ANIMAGUS FORM
HOUSE
Gryffindor
WAND
Yew. Dragon heartstring. Eight inches.
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS
None
DAY OF BIRTH
Twenty sixth of July
PETS
Owl named Binky
FAMILY
Mother - Janine
Father - Montgomery
Brother - David
PATRONUS FORM
Polar bear
MEDICAL CONDITIONS
None
DAY OF BIRTH
Twenty sixth of July
PETS
Owl named Binky
FAMILY
Mother - Janine
Father - Montgomery
Brother - David
PATRONUS FORM
Polar bear
SAMPLE RP
Midnight her internal body clock said. Her dreamless sleep was broken now, and she wouldn’t regain it. Evie’s head was aching. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She was sure that if she did, the light would send searing bolts of pain through the space formerly occupied by her brain. She slowly regained some semblance of consciousness, and rolled over in her bed…
Hang on…
This wasn’t her bed…
She chanced one eye open. The kitchen? her muddled thoughts registered the fridge, and a trickling noise that may have been a tap. What happened last night? Was I out drinking…? Opening her other eye a crack was more painful than the first- it felt as though her eyelashes were ripping each other out. The vision in that eye was tinged with an alarming red colour. She snapped it shut quickly. Nope... I don't think I was drinking
Shuddering, she tried to move. A pain shot through her neck, and she realised that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Her breath was coming in laboured gasps, and her heart was racing in her ears at the speed of a humming bird's wings. I have to call someone... Her disjointed thoughts came through like a badly tuned radio. I'm not well Her eyes, now both open a crack, saw that she was close to the door. Through the white noise filling her mind, they managed to communicate this information to her confused mind.
Rolling over, she pushed herself up using the palms of her hands. The effort it took to take her own weight made her stomach void itself messily on the tiled floor. Coughing, and wrinkling her nose in disgust at herself, she reached up towards the door handle, and pushed. The door swung open, and with the resulting lack of force holding her up, Evie fell through the open doorway.
With a heavy Thud she landed on her left arm. A scream left her swollen and bloodied lips as something in the back of her mind said Broken. Clawing her way with her right hand towards the phone in the hall, she had to stop several times as big dark spots danced a merry jig in front of her eyes. Scared to try shaking her head again after the pain that had gripped her neck a moment ago, she blinked and waited for them to pass.
After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a minute - 2 at most, she reached the small table that held her phone. Clawing at the cord like a cat at a ball of wool, she pulled it from the table, wincing at the noise it made when it crashed to the floor. Number... ambulance... call... 999... she punched in the number in triplicate, and fell back, the dark spots taking over.
"...what is your emergency?"
"Help..." The word was soft, and cracked. The black spots were enveloping her vision, and she couldn't hold them off any longer. Closing her eyes almost gratefully, she knew no more.