Title: BELL, drew
Description: sixteen & sixth
Description: sixteen & sixth
Glenna - September 26, 2007 12:43 AM (GMT)
drew bell
Eva Helene Skarvig
played by: glenna
- THE PUPPET
nicknames : None, really. Drew is simple enough.
date of birth : March 19, 1960
house : Ravenclaw.
age : 16
year : Sixth
wand type : 10 in. Mahogany; six strands of unicorn hair
blood line : Muggleborn
pets : None.
- THE LOOKS
eye color : A medley of green and hazel.
height&weight : She stands at 5'8 and weighs 121 lbs; a slender frame, but in a soft way. Drew and sports do not mix in the slightest.
played by : Eva Helene Skarvig
full appearance : I suppose the best way to describe someone's appearance is in full, so, let's start with the head and work our way down, shall we? Soft, shiny brown hair grows from Drew's scalp, falling to the small of her back. It's straight, but limp and long, so it isn't pin-straight. Lighter brown highlights start at her scalp and streak back, tapering and fading until they blend in with the rest of her hair. A friend of hers decided to experiment with magical beauty tricks, and Drew was the not-so-lucky victim. The highlights were put in in her fifth year and have not faded out in months, no matter what she tries. Her brows are full, not impeccable, but not bushy at the same time. They sit a top her hazel-green eyes, often furrowed in concentration. No amount of mascara in the world could improve her scare eyelashes. They're thin, rather short, and not full in the slightest.
Her nose is small and ever so slightly squashed, like a little round ball on her face. Thin, pale lips rest in an indifferent line more often than not, but occasionally are pulled into a half smile. Very, very rarely are they stretched over her teeth in a grin or laugh. Her teeth are averagely white, not sparkling, movie-star-esque, and almost square. All these features compile her heart shaped face, with its wide forehead and pointed chin. Her neck is slender, making it appear longer than it is. Only slightly rounded shoulders extend into long, thin arms, dotted with dark freckles. Virtually flat-chested (and happily flat-stomached), Drew is not quite built like a boy, but lacking in curves. Her legs, long, shapeless beanpoles, also look longer than they really are, but her upper body happens to be longer than her legs.
With medium-toned skin, ranging from averagely-tan to very, very light brown depending on how often the particular part is exposed to the sun. Her legs are one of the lighter parts of her body, for Drew is very uncomfortable in shorts, skirts, or any other articles of clothing that reveal them. She tends to wear jeans and plain tops, black slacks, and sweaters. Drew loves sweaters of all sorts - hooded, soft, fuzzy, coarse, knit, simply thick; she loves them all. Make up isn't her thing, though she wears chap stick in winter, when her lips dry out. Her skin is fairly clear, for a sixteen-year-old, but she does have a few blemishes, usually where her face meets her ears. For this reason, Drew wears her hair loose, covering her ears.
- THE INSIDES
- 'sophisticated' humor
- the color yellow
- poetry
- history
- reading
- classical music
- anything (within reason) on toast
- dark chocolate
- harmonicas (the sound they make, at least)
- Bob Dylan
- showing off
- being smart
- mastering tricky spells
- logic puzzles
- debating
- ballroom dancing
- fall days
- day dreaming
- praise
dislikes :
- bad puns
- gum
- math (not that she's not good at it)
- not being smarter than someone else
- spilling food/drinks
- crayons
- dumb people
- failing (more of a fear than a dislike)
- when people noticing she's showing off and calling her on it
- unappreciative people
- butterbeer
- overly sweet/sugary foods
- dancing other than ballroom dancing
- jazz (especially of the smooth sort)
- not being taken seriously
- slap-stick comedy
- rain
strengths :
- intelligence
- logic
- subtle humor
- ability to hold her own
- strong convictions
- willfulness
- imagination
- level head
weaknesses :
- impatience
- self-doubt
- willfulness
- dark chocolate
- lack of cooridination
- showing off
- pride
- separating what is from what should be
- stubbornness
- tendency to fall into bouts of depression and see the worst in people/situations
- difficulty staying positive
- need for praise
habits/quirks :
- she 'chews' on her hair when deep in thought
- she smiles to the side rather than a full grin
- she corrects people all the time
- she hums Bob Dylan songs to herself
- she scribbles poems and lyrics to songs she likes (not her own) whenever bored
- she starts to write stories, but never finishes them
- she gets angry when things don't turn out exactly like in her head
- she uses the phrase 'you know?' very often at the end of her sentences
- she runs her hands through her hair
boggart : Herself, mumbling incoherently and bursting out with anger and violence.
patronus : A platypus. Her happiest memory has to be the day she first went down to Diagon Alley. It was confirmation that Hogwarts wasn't a hoax, and it was proof that magic was real. Drew had never really believed in magic, but she wasn't the first to wonder 'what if?' She figured if magic was real, anything could be. It was a very insightful, eye-opening day, not to mention a wonderful, sunny, not-too-hot summer day. She has very vivid scenes in her mind from that day, which make it sligtly easier to draw upon when she needs to feel good and dark chocolate isn't in reach.
dream job : The position of a publicist appeals to her; she doesn't like the spotlight. But it does involve creativity and competition in a non-athletic way.
overall personality : Drew is, surprising, not shy. She simply has a quiet voice, and a dislike of small talk. However, she likes to engage in conversations about meaningful, interesting, insightful topics. Or, at least, something better than a conversation started with 'Nice weather, eh?' Her voice is low, quiet, and surprisingly deep, raising in volume and pitch only when she is angry. She likes to make jokes; sadly, no one seems to get these jokes, besides her housemates (and even then, some only laugh to be polite). She admires people with a lively sense of humor, but will laugh only when something is truly clever. Likewise, she only smiles or laughs when she believes the situation truly deserves such a reaction.
She's a girl of strong convictions, and stands by them. This doesn't mean that, inwardly, she doesn't doubt if she's right. Drew has very little confidence in herself, which spawns a need to show off and be praised. Some call her a teacher's pet, because her face lights up when a professor makes a show of her. As much as she would love to deny it, she knows that to some degree, it's true. She yearns such approval from professors in general because both her parents are teachers, in the Muggle world. However, she holds her peers' opinions of her in high regard, even if she pretends not to, even if she knows deep down that the person's in question opinion doesn't truly matter. She gives things more importance in her mind than they are worth in the real world. Especially if these things are details that she's built up in her mind about how things should be, or could be.
Picky, stubborn, and strong-willed, Drew tends to be very careful and cautious about how she looks, and her actions, as if she's afraid to do the wrong thing or look the wrong way. Much to the humor of those around her, she is definitely not afraid of saying the wrong thing, and often gets into heated argument over things that don't truly matter. She's impatient with people who disagree with or believe other things than her, and truly has a hard time getting it through her head that someone's opinion could be different. So she thinks about it. And the more she thinks about it, the more she wonders if she's in the wrong, and doesn't understand fully that opinions are less about right and wrong and more about a person's perceptions of right and wrong. But her stubbornness plays in so that the more she doubts herself on the inside, the more she spouts off her ideas on the outside.
While Drew is not artsy-creative, she has a very active imagination. She has mental pictures so vivid she has a hard time distinguishing what's she made up from what she actually remembers. She plays out conversations and fantasies in her head, and then tries to manipulate what she says to be like what she's imagined. And then she gets very gloomy during the conversation (for now apparent reason to whomever she's talking to) when it doesn't go her way.
Nothing makes her happier than reading (especially mysteries, so she can combine her loves of problem solving and reading into one). This is where her personality meets yet another conflict: for a very logical person, she has a soft spot for fantasy stories and poetry. Yeats and Poe are by far her two favorite poets, with Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson close behind. Also, and she has a hard time explaining this to her housemates, she loves Bob Dylan, the singer. She thinks he's a genius, and loves the way he uses puns and dry humor. This is a tad different from her other favorite music choice, classical. She hums piano pieces to herself, as well as Dylan's songs. Sadly, she has no musical talent, and sings like a drowning cat.
- THE BEGINNING
hometown : Bletchley, Buckinghamshire
mother and father : Elise Marshall and Brenden Bell
brothers and sisters : None.
other relatives : Muggle aunt, Elspeth (mum's sister), her husband, Milton, and their twin children, Camden and Carla.
overall history : Born on a wet, mid-March day, Drew was born on a Thursday. If she remembers the old poem correctly, Thursday's child has far to go. And Drew has indeed gone far from her small town of Bletchley. Thinking back on it, Drew does not remember anyone ever displaying magical ability. But, she imagines the signs must have been there, but she just can't remember them. Her parents both teach at the regional school, only a short drive from the town. Her mother is an English professor, her father, History. Drew attended that school up until the summer after she turned eleven, passing her classes with flying colors. Even in her muggle school she was a show off, especially in her parent's classes (both making a point not to give her any praise until they got home, and pushing her as hard as all the other students).
On her eleventh birthday, she received a letter. It was inviting her to attend a school for witches and wizards. Even though the logical response would be to laugh, Drew's hopes immediately rose, until her parents found it impossible to convince her that this was probably and elaborate joke. Still, that couldn't explain the owls. Drew's thoughts wandered to that letter and what it said so often that her parents deemed it time to prove it wrong. That spring, they took a weekend trip down to London, to find this so-called Diagon Alley. What they saw was a run-down building at the end of a slightly dodgy street. Drew, however, saw a pub, dubbed 'the Leaky Cauldron.' And the closer they got to the building, the more clear the building came into her parent's view, until they were wondering how they figured it for an empty shell at all.
With the help of the bar man, Drew, Elise, and Brenden then discovered Diagon Alley.
"See," said Drew, very matter-of-factly. "I told you it's real,"
In a daze, they exchanged muggle money for funny coins, hurried away from the goblins, and purchased Drew's school supplies. That year, she could hardly sit through the dying days of school, excited about starting her new, magic school in September. It took all her will power not to tell anyone about her letter, or Hogwarts, but some how, she managed to keep it a secret. The people back home believe she transferred to a boarding school for gifted children in London. But Drew knows the truth: she is the only person in Blechley to walk the halls of Hogwarts. It causes her to smile brightly whenever she sees old classmates over the summer.
Her years at Hogwarts were more or less boring, but she plans to make this year more interesting. Much more interesting.
- THE PUPETEER
contact : I'd prefer not to disclose.
other? : Nada =D
roleplay example : When someone walks through a place (that had been their home for a a large portion of their life, no less) they hadn't seen in three years, a lot of emotions, thoughts, and memories that had been kept down by life bubble up. One thought that Octavia Heath, who was now entering the majestic castle, was having was a realization of how often she used the word 'hate' in a day. And how often she felt that emotion in an hour. Like, right now, in the context of: She hated that castle.
Most of the time it is smart to avoid the places, people, and situations that you hate. But Vee's life thus far had not allowed for any avoiding; no matter the distance she placed between her and the thing she hated, the next time she turned a corner, there that thing was again. She frowned, brushing her hair from her eyes. Take this castle, for instance: she had left the castle three years ago, and was almost sure she had escaped it once and for all. And then she got a letter saying there was a reunion.
"I can't do it," she muttered, gaze cast to the floor.
"You must," the woman, a very familiar woman, infact, told her sternly. "He says you must. You saw what happens to those who disobey Him."
Was it crazy to say between going to a reunion or dying, she would rather die? Well, it wouldn't be the first crazy notion she had. But, here she was, walking through the entrance hall of that cursed school and heading toward the Great Hall. She could almost see the ghosts (the metaphorical ones, not the literal ones that wandered the castle at will) of her days here, playing out her life. Closing her eyes and shuddering, Vee crossed her arms over her chest. Her outfit was simple, chosen as to not draw attention to herself. Now that she was here, Vee wasn't sure what she was going to do. No one would want to talk to her.
"What's the point?" Vee had responded. "What good would it do?"
"To show them you are still here, that you haven't dropped off the face of the earth,"
Though, Vee wished she had.
"Some will take it as a sign that the Death Eaters thrive, and others may think that you haven't chosen a side yet. Don't let them know either,"
She still couldn't see what good it did.
Not only did a long, white, stretchy cotton shirt cover her left arm, but Vee had wrapped with gauze around it. Glancing down at it for a minute, she figured it was fairly difficult to spot. A short brown dress with wide straps covered most of the shirt, and brown leggings covered her legs all the way to her ankles. On her feet were a pair of white patent sling-backs. On second thought, she could have been a bit more inconspicuous.
Vee inhaled sharply and crossed the threshold of the huge doors into the hall. She stood there, awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
This was not going to be good.
Sirius Black - September 26, 2007 12:45 AM (GMT)
Accepted.
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