Post by CHARLOTTE LYDIA PROUDFOOT on Nov 13, 2012 17:01:30 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CHARLOTTE L. PROUDFOOT[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Lottie
AGE: Sixteen
D.O.B.: February 4th
HOUSE: Gryffindor
ALLEGIANCE: The Order
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: Oak, Unicorn Tail Hair, 12 inches
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Olive green
HEIGHT: 5"4
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
BODY TYPE: Too slim, skinny
VOICE: High-pitched
PERSONAL STYLE: She has a modern style. Charlotte's too used to muggle clothing. She's often seen wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt to go with it.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: She's a bit of a bubbly character. Charlotte's almost always happy, actually. She likes a laugh every now and then. She's also never afraid to voice her thoughts.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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-> Parties
-> Chocolate
-> Her friends
-> Rainy weather
-> Homework
-> Library
-> Herbology
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
-> Cats
-> People who wear fur
-> Pumpkin juice
-> Having to wake up so early in the morning
-> The school uniform
-> People who skip classes
-> The sun in general
GOALS: Tour through the entire European continent.
BOGGART: Dementors.
PATRONUS: The first christmas she spent at Hogwarts.
DEMENTOR: Accidentally jumped off a cliff during her fifth year due to being highly intoxicated.
AMORENTIA: Freshly baked bread, coffee, roses
BASIC PERSONALITY: Jolly, outgoing, cooperative, caring, studious, plucky, thoughtful, girly, honest, trustworthy.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Heather Proudfoot.
BROTHER(S): N/a.
SISTER(S): Cassandra Proudfoot.
OTHER: N/a
BLOOD STATUS: Muggle-born
HOMETOWN: Oxford.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Oxford.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 6 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Friend
OTHER CHARACTERS: Stiles Gibbon & Peter Pettigrew.
POP QUIZ! As many as you'd like, as long as you keep them active.
RP SAMPLE:
He had to see him. He had to feel his touch. That warm skin of his, he could never neglect it, along with his smooth feel. Tristan was overconfident, standoffish and rude, yet something about him made Stephen want more. That was why he was making his way into the owlery. Tristan told him he’d be there. He always told him about him whereabouts. The two were dating. Of course he had to tell him, not that Stephen was clingy or anything. He just had to know. It was a necessity. He appreciated the fact that Tristan choice a secluded place. Not many would visit the owlery at such a time.
He passed several of the grounds, keeping to himself. Stephen’s head was down and he pushed past many. Were they suspicious of him? He hoped not. He just wanted to go see him, the possible love of his life. Who knew? It was wrong but yet the feeling was there. He could simply ignore it. He loved the fellow student despite his status, wealth, blood and persona. The mere thought of him made his heart fill with warmth. Nobody was to know. The two kept telling themselves that for the past year. If people were to find out, the whole situation would have become chaotic.
No, he made it is his duty to keep it a secret. It was dark, no doubt, but existent. Finally, Stephen had reached the owlery. He gazed at the door for a few, lingering moments. Perhaps he shouldn’t. Maybe there were other students in there. What if their actions were too suspicious? He was never good at keeping things secret. He looked away, staring at the ground now. Stephen gently bit on his bottom lip. He felt so weak. What was he doing? No, he was going to be a brave Ravenclaw. That was rather unusual. Pushing the old, wooden door open, he walked in. The door made a bothersome, creaky sound.
His eyes searched for Tristan but he was nowhere to be found. Stephen made his way up the circular, ancient staircase until he finally discovered the Gryffindor student. His cheeks went a bit red. Tristan looked so stunning. The light shined through the open window and ricocheted off his body. He had his back to him. Stephen simply stared at it. It was silent. He couldn’t help it anymore. He walked over to him and wrapped both his arms around his waist. Stephen rested his head on his back, embracing the unforgivable sentiment he had been longing for. “I missed you.” Those three words came out a mere mutter.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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