MEADOWES, dorcas elaine

[CASSIE ELAINE MEADOWES]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] Dorcas Elaine-Marie Meadowes

NICKNAMES: Cassie, Cass

AGE: Sixteen

D.O.B.: March 14th

ALLEGIANCE: undecided

PROFESSION: student

WAND TYPE: vinewood, 11in, unicorn tail

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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[/B]blonde

EYE COLOUR: hazel/blue

HEIGHT: 5'3"

WEIGHT: 110

BODY TYPE: slim, fragile looking

VOICE: rich, higher melodic voice

PERSONAL STYLE: anything and everything. her style changes daily, but it depends on the people around her. mostly vibes hippie and such.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: She's short, incredibly sweet looking, lush lips and sweet smile, freckled face with dark lashes and long hair.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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[/B] writing, reading, exploring, the cold, snow, animals, finding the truth, allowing trust to be placed in her- but reserved in her own trust. daisies.

CHARACTER DISLIKES: anyone feeling left out, being told that she can't do something, opression, losers, idiots, whores, the idea of love, anything but the facts. roses.

GOALS: Become a journalist

BOGGART: wolves

PATRONUS: owl, a christmas with her family, snow falling, lights shimmering.

DEMENTOR: went out sledding one night, she was about ten. Her parents warned her to not venture to far, but she couldn't help it, the best hill was on the other side of the lake. So she crossed the frozen waters and clasped her sled tightly in her arms, when a sounds came from a nearby wood. Cassie ran at the sight of bright eyes staring at her. She recognized that it was a wolf, and screamed, throwing and dropping anything she could. Her father came out of the house and fought it off, but the scene terrifies her to this day.

AMORENTIA: cold, crisp air. daisies.

BASIC PERSONALITY: Stubborn. Defiant. Independent. Extroverted. Reader. Writer. Reserved emotionally. Reluctant Lover.

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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under cover of the streets
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[/B] Marvin

MOTHER: Elaine-Elizabeth

BROTHER(S): none

SISTER(S): none

OTHER: none

BLOOD STATUS: halfblood

HOMETOWN: Tyrone, Northern Ireland

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts


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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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you notice someone like me,
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[/B] riis

RP EXPERIENCE: 4 years

HOW YOU FOUND US: katie baby

OTHER CHARACTERS: none. nor will there be -.-

POP QUIZ! ...erm as many as we'd like?

RP SAMPLE:

There'd be no students today..or, so Bee expected. She had a slow day, just one homeless man asking for a sandwich. After thoroughly explaining that it was not a sandwich shop, he wandered out- though Bee found herself wishing she had the supplies for him. But nobody looking for a quill. Lainey adored her quills, she invented many of them. Charms were her forte, in fact- Scrivenshaft had gotten so old that, she practically owned the shop nowadays. Not that Lainey minded in the slightest. This was her home, she loved the interaction with people, the little things one can do to brighten a day, make someone smile. Everyone is so different, she was constantly surprised by people, and she absolutely loved Hogsmeade Village. One day in her fifth year, she marched into the shop and told Scrivenshaft exactly what his new quill should be. She'd had enough dealing with ink all over her hands. He smiled that kind old-man smile and beckoned her to the back of the shop and held out a quill for her. Draw it for me, he had told her. And Bee, always loving drawing, did so. He then created it before her eyes, it held more ink, and the ink was instantly absorbed into the parchment, but could be erased with the stroke of the feather behind it. She was amazed by it all, and she asked the old man if he needed any help- for she would dearly love to learn the craft, and he accepted. She's been working there since, and has loved every day. Scrivenshaft has thus became like her grandfather, and she cared for him dearly.

So, today- like every other- Lainey had opened, swept, put the quills in order, cleaned every inch that her short arms could reach, then proceeded to get a ladder to reach the rest, and finally settled herself down at the inventors table in the back. She rolled up her sleeves carefully, her burns had been put from her mind until that moment and she felt tears sting her eyes at the pain. She tied her hair back carefully and settled her arms down, wincing. Her wounds were still new, she was only attacked the night before- though she'd make certain nobody knew about it. Bee was known to make enemies, she was happy, and loving, but also very stubborn and stood for what she believed in. And she despised death eaters. They were cruel and heartless and so blind to muggles and muggleborns. There was so much to the world that their narrow-minded views cannot see and Bee couldn't stand their ignorance. She sketched slowly, her eyes flashing angrily at the memory of the girl who hurt her and shivered when she recalled that final curse. It was dreadful, she felt it through her dreams- it was shattering. She remembered so wanting to cry out, but something allowed her to breath in her screams- and not give that demented girl the pleasure. She sighed and continued working, getting a burn potion from her bag to tend to her arms. They seemed to look better, but were by no means healed. She grimaced, touching the potion to her forearms. The bell rang, and she stumbled up, unrolling her sleeves and covering up her pain, as she entered the front room to greet her customer.

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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while you live it up
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