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Post by Dawson-Clare Alavan on Apr 13, 2012 19:16:34 GMT -6
The Basics
OOC Alias: DC
Full Name: Dawson-Clare Alavan
Nickname: DC
Age: 16
Year: Fifth
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor
Job: (teacher, HoH, Auror etc) N/A
Nationality: Not really sure, as I was adopted.
Sex: Female
Orientation: Curious, but no real experience from either side/
Special Abilities: ((Halfblood Veela/Werewolf/Apparations, etc...you need to have it here when you apply because we have a certain number of Special Abilities we let in!))
Appearance
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Markings: (from birthmarks to tattoos) Dawson was born with not a single blemish, but when she was an infant and before she was adopted, her entire back was burnt by her parents.
Description: DC is roughly 4'10. Her body size is tough to describe since she is constantly covered in multiple layers, due to her shame about her scars.
Personality
Dawson-Clare is often difficult to put her finger on. She can be quite friendly once she is comfortable but it takes quite a bit to get her there. She is incredibly bright and full of wit and sarcasm that can be startling to those who had never before heard her utter even a syllable. Her bright sense of humor was generally a surprise to all that she met, since she spoke very little. Though she likes to keep to herself in order to keep safe, she is the first person to speak up for what she believes in, and not in the most polite way. Her whole in-school career has been spent spiraling back and forth between social and uncomfortable, though she found herself most comfortable while alone.
History
Must have a paragraph for: (all years your charries has attended must be filled out.
-Before Hogwarts
Dawson-Clare's childhood was hectic, horrible, and eventually quite wonderful. She was born to a set of drug addicted muggle parents who burnt her entire back on a grill when she was an infant. She was immediately taken out of the home and allowed to live with Dawson and Claire Alavan, after whom she was named. Though they gave her all the love they knew how, she never quite recovered. Her father, Dawson struggled with health issues for all of her life, which only perpetuated her fear of loving someone, only to have them be ripped away. Her mother worked much more than her father, so they saw each other very rarely, which made her fathers illness so much more heartbreaking to her.
-First Year
Her first year was the most difficult year of her entire life. She had never spent any real amount of time with children her own age, as she had no siblings, cousins, or even neighbors anywhere close to her. Her two, formerly Slytherin parents had home schooled her for her entire life due to her discomfort around people, and because of that she was much more accustomed to living by adult rules and speaking to people who should have been authority figures as her own peers. She hated her parents for nearly that whole year for refusing to continue her home schooled education but once she got used to it, she became okay, though she refused to visit home on any vacation. She did very well with her studies, making all exemplary grades in every subject.
-Second Year
It was during her second year that she found herself coming out of her shell a bit more than she had ever been used to before. She spoke up in class, offered tutoring to some students her age and younger, and even joined a few clubs after her classes were over. She didn't develop a core group of friends by any means, but as her body and face began to mature, the boys in her year and even a few above began to take notice, though nobody ever touched or even flirted in an inappropriate way. She remained innocently oblivious of course, but she did appreciate being spoken to a bit more than before.
-Third Year
The majority of her third year was spend studying from home, as her father had been very close to death. His health had never been the best, and in early November DC received an owl that her father had taken very ill, and that she had better come home if she wanted to see her father one last time. He eventually got better, but by then it was too late for Dawson to go back to school. She got pretty far behind in school and eventually had to repeat the grade, which broke her heart. By the time she made it back to school, the few people she had begun talking to had forgotten her, which pulled her back into her nervous shell.
-Fourth Year
At age 15, she began her fourth year as though it was her first again. She made her best attempt to start over and make new friends, but nobody seemed particularly interested in her anymore. Sure the boys flirted and so did some of the girls, but unfortunately once the fourth year hit, people seemed to have their own friends set and were no longer interested in opening up to a stranger. Dawson-Clare became more and more introverted which was wonderful for her grades, but not so much for her heart. All she wanted was someone to confide in, someone to talk to when she was out of classes and not studying. It was hard being alone and so far from her family, but she knew that the best thing she could do was study, study, study.
-Fifth Year
-Sixth Year
-Seventh Year
-After School (if already done with school)
Role Play Example (must be detailed..show us what you got)
The wind hit her face as DC stepped out and onto the grass. The smell was sweet, as though the rain had just cleared. Nothing was wet, but as she was in a school of magic, that meant nothing of the weather. She took a deep breath and clutched her books to her chest. She was so used to studying on her own that she hardly noticed the small groups all around her. Her books were the only friends she needed. She knew them inside and out as she was sure they knew her. It sounded a bit strange but in the end, books were all that she could rely on. They were a constant. They could never abandon her, or could they?
She looked around for an empty spot and noticed one very near the lake. As she walked toward it, she could vaguely hear sounds of conversation that very well may have been about her. She did her best to keep calm, but her paranoia nearly took hold. By the time she made it to the lake, she was psychologically exhausted. She shook her head and whipped her hair up into a pony-tail. "Well... I guess I better get started."
OOC Alias: DC
Full Name: Dawson-Clare Alavan
Nickname: DC
Age: 16
Year: Fifth
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor
Job: (teacher, HoH, Auror etc) N/A
Nationality: Not really sure, as I was adopted.
Sex: Female
Orientation: Curious, but no real experience from either side/
Special Abilities: ((Halfblood Veela/Werewolf/Apparations, etc...you need to have it here when you apply because we have a certain number of Special Abilities we let in!))
Appearance
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Markings: (from birthmarks to tattoos) Dawson was born with not a single blemish, but when she was an infant and before she was adopted, her entire back was burnt by her parents.
Description: DC is roughly 4'10. Her body size is tough to describe since she is constantly covered in multiple layers, due to her shame about her scars.
Personality
Dawson-Clare is often difficult to put her finger on. She can be quite friendly once she is comfortable but it takes quite a bit to get her there. She is incredibly bright and full of wit and sarcasm that can be startling to those who had never before heard her utter even a syllable. Her bright sense of humor was generally a surprise to all that she met, since she spoke very little. Though she likes to keep to herself in order to keep safe, she is the first person to speak up for what she believes in, and not in the most polite way. Her whole in-school career has been spent spiraling back and forth between social and uncomfortable, though she found herself most comfortable while alone.
History
Must have a paragraph for: (all years your charries has attended must be filled out.
-Before Hogwarts
Dawson-Clare's childhood was hectic, horrible, and eventually quite wonderful. She was born to a set of drug addicted muggle parents who burnt her entire back on a grill when she was an infant. She was immediately taken out of the home and allowed to live with Dawson and Claire Alavan, after whom she was named. Though they gave her all the love they knew how, she never quite recovered. Her father, Dawson struggled with health issues for all of her life, which only perpetuated her fear of loving someone, only to have them be ripped away. Her mother worked much more than her father, so they saw each other very rarely, which made her fathers illness so much more heartbreaking to her.
-First Year
Her first year was the most difficult year of her entire life. She had never spent any real amount of time with children her own age, as she had no siblings, cousins, or even neighbors anywhere close to her. Her two, formerly Slytherin parents had home schooled her for her entire life due to her discomfort around people, and because of that she was much more accustomed to living by adult rules and speaking to people who should have been authority figures as her own peers. She hated her parents for nearly that whole year for refusing to continue her home schooled education but once she got used to it, she became okay, though she refused to visit home on any vacation. She did very well with her studies, making all exemplary grades in every subject.
-Second Year
It was during her second year that she found herself coming out of her shell a bit more than she had ever been used to before. She spoke up in class, offered tutoring to some students her age and younger, and even joined a few clubs after her classes were over. She didn't develop a core group of friends by any means, but as her body and face began to mature, the boys in her year and even a few above began to take notice, though nobody ever touched or even flirted in an inappropriate way. She remained innocently oblivious of course, but she did appreciate being spoken to a bit more than before.
-Third Year
The majority of her third year was spend studying from home, as her father had been very close to death. His health had never been the best, and in early November DC received an owl that her father had taken very ill, and that she had better come home if she wanted to see her father one last time. He eventually got better, but by then it was too late for Dawson to go back to school. She got pretty far behind in school and eventually had to repeat the grade, which broke her heart. By the time she made it back to school, the few people she had begun talking to had forgotten her, which pulled her back into her nervous shell.
-Fourth Year
At age 15, she began her fourth year as though it was her first again. She made her best attempt to start over and make new friends, but nobody seemed particularly interested in her anymore. Sure the boys flirted and so did some of the girls, but unfortunately once the fourth year hit, people seemed to have their own friends set and were no longer interested in opening up to a stranger. Dawson-Clare became more and more introverted which was wonderful for her grades, but not so much for her heart. All she wanted was someone to confide in, someone to talk to when she was out of classes and not studying. It was hard being alone and so far from her family, but she knew that the best thing she could do was study, study, study.
-Fifth Year
-Sixth Year
-Seventh Year
-After School (if already done with school)
Role Play Example (must be detailed..show us what you got)
The wind hit her face as DC stepped out and onto the grass. The smell was sweet, as though the rain had just cleared. Nothing was wet, but as she was in a school of magic, that meant nothing of the weather. She took a deep breath and clutched her books to her chest. She was so used to studying on her own that she hardly noticed the small groups all around her. Her books were the only friends she needed. She knew them inside and out as she was sure they knew her. It sounded a bit strange but in the end, books were all that she could rely on. They were a constant. They could never abandon her, or could they?
She looked around for an empty spot and noticed one very near the lake. As she walked toward it, she could vaguely hear sounds of conversation that very well may have been about her. She did her best to keep calm, but her paranoia nearly took hold. By the time she made it to the lake, she was psychologically exhausted. She shook her head and whipped her hair up into a pony-tail. "Well... I guess I better get started."
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