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Post by Lucy Love on Jul 10, 2011 1:03:43 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Lucy Laura Love
Gender: Female
Age, Birthplace & Date: 24, London, 10/23
Bloodline: Half-Blood-Appearance-
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Light-Green
Body Type: Athletic
Unique Features: None. She prefers the clean look
Animagus: She is not!
More Detailed Physical Description :
Lucy is a delicate looking little thing. Her attitude makes up for her slim figure. Her newly cut hair symbolizes her recent change of lifestyle. Feisty as she already was she needed a new sense of freedom. She has stunning pale green eyes that illuminate when she is doing something she knows she shouldn't.-Personality-
Boggart: Her mother
Mirror of Erised: Being awarded a high honor by the Minister of Magic
Patronus: Falcon
Temperament/Allegiance: Feisty, Ministry
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
To be in charge
Order
Spaghetti
Dislikes:
Undermining authority
Weakness
Children
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
Strong Points:
Natural Born Leader
Organized
Driven
Weaknesses:
Saltwater Taffy
Sarcasm
Uptight
Whims/Habits:
Bites nails
Travel Books
Fiddling with hair
Kicks the back of her heel when she is standing
Detailed Personality :
Organized and bitchy. Those two words pretty much sum up Lucy. She is drawn to power and will do most anything to obtain it. She thinks and acts towards her goals no matter who or what stands in her way. She doesn't get nervous often but when she does she's a little bit more difficult to be around than is already tolerated. She is a very strong woman.
Character's Family :
This young woman has endured several tragedies throughout her young life. Her father, Alfred, the youngest department head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, past away when she was days away from graduating Hogwarts. Her dear muggle mother Elizabeth, past away when she had just started attending the school. With grief coming and going from Hogwarts, the sight of the school opened unseen scars. She has but one sister who is still very much alive and is currently attending Hogwarts as a third year. Her name is Emelia.
Adults— ((Apply for other than student.. there is a list of open positions available in the sorting hat. ))
Occupation: Department Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (naturally following in her father's footsteps.
Professor of: ((If applying for Professor positions))
Other Position:
-Character History-
Lucy doesn't like to talk about her history very much because it isn't one she is proud of. She was born on the to Alfred and Elizabeth Love, a couple who were once madly in love. Her story starts out as any girls does. Two loving parents, and a sister she shared a soul with. They lived in a small cottage and her mother was the librarian in the next town over and her father was a Ministry man... Her parents fell in love the instant they laid eyes on each other. Her father was a wizard and her mother was a muggle in love with books and Alfred. Throughout her childhood, she knew nothing but love and happiness and kindness... This is probably where she learned it all in these days before...well before it happened.
She can remember it like it was yesterday... she was nine years old and playing in the garden with Iris. It was a bright sunshiny day. She could feel the sun's warm rays on her back, turning her skin a golden brown. The air smelled of the fragrant flowers her mother loved to grow, roses and calla-lilies and oleander... Lucy and Emelia were pretending to be princesses in a great castle and they were dressed in tiaras and flowing gowns. Her mother was watching them from the back porch while reading one of her many books. He father had come from his office and the girls ran up to him, hugging him and yelling his name excitedly. Her mother smiled at the scene and laughed from pure joy.
Her father on the other hand was not laughing, not smiling, not anything. Dark shadows covered his eyes and a grimace distorted his usually handsome face. The laughter in the garden died and her mother told the girls to continue playing and mommy and daddy were going to go inside. Lucy could not however release her hold on her father's leg. It was as if she new the worst thing in her life was about to happen and she just needed one more moment with her father before her life was shattered into a million pieces. Finally her mother forced her to let go and walked into the kitchen closely followed by her father.
Lucy took Emelia by the hand and walked back to their make-shift castle that had lost all of it's splendor in the past few moments. The girls just stood there, hand in hand, looking at each other. They never had to say anything to each other. They were so intuned to each other that words became superfluous. Several minutes had past and it was then that they heard it. It wasn't loud or deafening but it's affect was no less shocking or powerful. With just a small thud of a book hitting a kitchen floor, their life changed forever.
That day their father left their lives forever leaving them alone with a broken-hearted mother and no means of repairing their shattered life. Her father informed her mother that unsuspecting afternoon that he had met a artist, a witch, that he had fallen in love with and he was leaving them all for this woman that they had never heard of before this day. Her mother was devastated in the worst way and hid herself away in the family's study that was covered wall to wall in her precious books.
Lucy, being the oldest, felt she had to be the responsible one so she took the best care of her sister that is possible of a nine year old. She cooked her lunch and put her to bed and read her stories and they fell asleep together in each others arms. After a week or so their mother came out of the study.
It looked as if their mother had aged ten years. She had deep shadows under eyes and her skin was a pale gray color. All the life had left her eyes and she was an empty shell of the loving mother they had once known. Her mother blamed magic for her father running off. She blamed that witch artist, believing that she had bewitched him somehow to leave them all. She couldn't stand to look at her girls because they reminded them of her beloved husband run astray.
When evidence of the magic that ran in their veins began to surface, she barely spoke them, preferring the comfort of her books instead. She worked 15 and 16 hour days at the library and only came home to sleep and eat on occasion. The girls learned very fast how to fend for themselves. It was here that Lucy found her love of cooking and she would searched through her mother's cookbooks when she wasn't home and she concocted some of the most delicious foods for her sister.
She was grateful for the day when her letter came telling her that she and her sister were going to Hogwarts and she immediately found her own way to Diagon Alley with some galleons that she had taken from her mother's purse. She convinced her mother to take them to Platform 9 3/4, and she conceded. Her mother could barely look around and kept her eyes on the ground the entire time and when they boarded the bright scarlet train her mother mumbled a hasty goodbye and quickly left to the sanctity of her books once more.
Lucy loved Hogwarts and all the wonderful possibilities it held for them. She loved her house, Ravenclaw, and was thirsty for knowledge at all times while her sister went into Gryffindor. A mirror image reflected a thousand times in their eyes, the same pain, the same tears, the same beating heart. The same hope for the future
[The "Real you"
Alias : Robyn
Disposable time : a lot
Site you on which you found us : Google.com
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[/size][/blockquote][/center]Lucy doesn't like to talk about her history very much because it isn't one she is proud of. She was born on the to Alfred and Elizabeth Love, a couple who were once madly in love. Her story starts out as any girls does. Two loving parents, and a sister she shared a soul with. They lived in a small cottage and her mother was the librarian in the next town over and her father was a Ministry man... Her parents fell in love the instant they laid eyes on each other. Her father was a wizard and her mother was a muggle in love with books and Alfred. Throughout her childhood, she knew nothing but love and happiness and kindness... This is probably where she learned it all in these days before...well before it happened.
She can remember it like it was yesterday... she was nine years old and playing in the garden with Iris. It was a bright sunshiny day. She could feel the sun's warm rays on her back, turning her skin a golden brown. The air smelled of the fragrant flowers her mother loved to grow, roses and calla-lilies and oleander... Lucy and Emelia were pretending to be princesses in a great castle and they were dressed in tiaras and flowing gowns. Her mother was watching them from the back porch while reading one of her many books. He father had come from his office and the girls ran up to him, hugging him and yelling his name excitedly. Her mother smiled at the scene and laughed from pure joy.
Her father on the other hand was not laughing, not smiling, not anything. Dark shadows covered his eyes and a grimace distorted his usually handsome face. The laughter in the garden died and her mother told the girls to continue playing and mommy and daddy were going to go inside. Lucy could not however release her hold on her father's leg. It was as if she new the worst thing in her life was about to happen and she just needed one more moment with her father before her life was shattered into a million pieces. Finally her mother forced her to let go and walked into the kitchen closely followed by her father.
Lucy took Emelia by the hand and walked back to their make-shift castle that had lost all of it's splendor in the past few moments. The girls just stood there, hand in hand, looking at each other. They never had to say anything to each other. They were so intuned to each other that words became superfluous. Several minutes had past and it was then that they heard it. It wasn't loud or deafening but it's affect was no less shocking or powerful. With just a small thud of a book hitting a kitchen floor, their life changed forever.
That day their father left their lives forever leaving them alone with a broken-hearted mother and no means of repairing their shattered life. Her father informed her mother that unsuspecting afternoon that he had met a artist, a witch, that he had fallen in love with and he was leaving them all for this woman that they had never heard of before this day. Her mother was devastated in the worst way and hid herself away in the family's study that was covered wall to wall in her precious books.
Lucy, being the oldest, felt she had to be the responsible one so she took the best care of her sister that is possible of a nine year old. She cooked her lunch and put her to bed and read her stories and they fell asleep together in each others arms. After a week or so their mother came out of the study.
It looked as if their mother had aged ten years. She had deep shadows under eyes and her skin was a pale gray color. All the life had left her eyes and she was an empty shell of the loving mother they had once known. Her mother blamed magic for her father running off. She blamed that witch artist, believing that she had bewitched him somehow to leave them all. She couldn't stand to look at her girls because they reminded them of her beloved husband run astray.
When evidence of the magic that ran in their veins began to surface, she barely spoke them, preferring the comfort of her books instead. She worked 15 and 16 hour days at the library and only came home to sleep and eat on occasion. The girls learned very fast how to fend for themselves. It was here that Lucy found her love of cooking and she would searched through her mother's cookbooks when she wasn't home and she concocted some of the most delicious foods for her sister.
She was grateful for the day when her letter came telling her that she and her sister were going to Hogwarts and she immediately found her own way to Diagon Alley with some galleons that she had taken from her mother's purse. She convinced her mother to take them to Platform 9 3/4, and she conceded. Her mother could barely look around and kept her eyes on the ground the entire time and when they boarded the bright scarlet train her mother mumbled a hasty goodbye and quickly left to the sanctity of her books once more.
Lucy loved Hogwarts and all the wonderful possibilities it held for them. She loved her house, Ravenclaw, and was thirsty for knowledge at all times while her sister went into Gryffindor. A mirror image reflected a thousand times in their eyes, the same pain, the same tears, the same beating heart. The same hope for the future
[The "Real you"
Alias : Robyn
Disposable time : a lot
Site you on which you found us : Google.com
Sample RP:Lucy stepped drowsily off of the train, drained by a seven hour long trip. Having one bag strung over her right shoulder and a pamphlet on Yorkshire, England in her left palm, she knew that this trip was going to be rough. She had picked the pamphlet of Yorkshire hoping to find some information on the Ministry's influence there. She wasn’t disappointed when she found nothing of the sort on any of the pages. After all, things magic-related tended not to be in a cover-to-cover muggle magazine. But she did, however, find some interesting facts about Yorkshire.
After she walked out of the crowded station her face was instantly buried in the pamphlet, desperate to find out more about Yorkshire buying both seeing and reading… and habitually pointing. A nearby couple of girls scoffed at her odd appearance. Lucy was rather odd looking, she regretfully admitted that too herself by pressing her lips together and shooting the girls a mean look. She walked over to fountain a couple of yards away from the station to set her bag down. She hastily pulled out a package of letters she had received from her friends during the previous summers. She quickly scanned over them looking for a few about Hogwarts. She then saw the one she was looking for and pulled it out and set the rest back in her bag.
She quickly glanced to her sides before opening up the folded piece of parchment.
“Hey there!! You?!” An old man was limping towards her.
Lucy froze in disbelief. She quickly re-folded the letter and shoved it into her pocket.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any money would you?”
“Umm…” Lucy was too morally disturbed to let an old man, homeless by the looks of him, walk away without a penny to eat a meal with. She quickly reached in her pocket and pulled out twenty pounds, “Will this do?”
The old man stared at her with narrow eyes, “Will this do?” he muttered under his breath.
He glanced from the money, to Lucy’s eyes, and back again before he decided to give up and accept the act of charity as odd as it seemed. Just then he snatched the money from Lucy’s hand and bounded off the way he came. Lucy still looked shocked. She looked around to see everybody within a three yard radius was staring at her in disbelief.
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After she walked out of the crowded station her face was instantly buried in the pamphlet, desperate to find out more about Yorkshire buying both seeing and reading… and habitually pointing. A nearby couple of girls scoffed at her odd appearance. Lucy was rather odd looking, she regretfully admitted that too herself by pressing her lips together and shooting the girls a mean look. She walked over to fountain a couple of yards away from the station to set her bag down. She hastily pulled out a package of letters she had received from her friends during the previous summers. She quickly scanned over them looking for a few about Hogwarts. She then saw the one she was looking for and pulled it out and set the rest back in her bag.
She quickly glanced to her sides before opening up the folded piece of parchment.
“Hey there!! You?!” An old man was limping towards her.
Lucy froze in disbelief. She quickly re-folded the letter and shoved it into her pocket.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any money would you?”
“Umm…” Lucy was too morally disturbed to let an old man, homeless by the looks of him, walk away without a penny to eat a meal with. She quickly reached in her pocket and pulled out twenty pounds, “Will this do?”
The old man stared at her with narrow eyes, “Will this do?” he muttered under his breath.
He glanced from the money, to Lucy’s eyes, and back again before he decided to give up and accept the act of charity as odd as it seemed. Just then he snatched the money from Lucy’s hand and bounded off the way he came. Lucy still looked shocked. She looked around to see everybody within a three yard radius was staring at her in disbelief.
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