Post by cairistiona on Jul 2, 2007 4:43:51 GMT -5
Accepted! Good work. Welcome to Hogwarts.
[ Full Character Name:] Cairistiona Seanog Clacher
[ Character Gender:] Female
[ Country of Citizenship:] Scotland
[ First House Preference:] Hufflepuff
[ Second House Preference:] Slytherin
[ Third House Preference:] Ravenclaw
[ Fourth House Preference:] Gryffindor
[ First Year Preference:] 4th
[ Second Year Preference:] 4th
[ Third Year Preference:] 6th
[ Physical Character Description:]
One thing that Cairistiona, or Cairi as she likes, has noticed about herself are her eyes; the only feature of herself she finds exceptional. They've a slight almond shape with long, curly, thick black lashes. The iris' are a dark, subtle brown, almost blending in with her pupils at times in the right lighting. The whites stand out amongst the dark colorings, which are enhanced with a good layer of mascara and eyeliner at all times it seems.
Second in line, though she often is dissatisfied by any other of her features, are her apple-y cheeks. When she smiles, they lift and ball up, providing more drawn attention to her eyes. The only reason she sees need for a seconding. Her dark bronze skin is smoothly flawless, something is she eternally grateful for. The smile on her lips is always one that is earned, if it's not there it wasn't a moment she found to be one to be smiled at, though she is usually in a chipper mood.
Cairi is tall for her age, standing at an appealing for sports height, 5' 7 1/2”. On the other hand, she has a body, not what is considered appealing for sporting. Now, she isn't overly obese, but she weighs a bit more on the scales than is asked for her age, but is still considered of healthy stature.
Caring herself properly, her back is straight and shoulders pulled slightly, just as she was taught to do when growing up. Her head is hardly ever tilted, eyes looking about and forward, never down. If she feels the need to look above her, she will incline her head to the side, never push it back to look above.
Dark locks of hair fall to just above the girl's shoulders, in whatever style she has decided on for the day. Hardly pulled into a pony-tail, her hair is loose and free to move when she does.
Style says a lot about a person to Cairi, though she knows it doesn't mean everything, if anything. Often she will judge people based on first impressions, clothing being one part of said impression. If it's been seen in a magazine or something like it on a model, she owns it. Whether she wears it like it was seen is a completely different matter. Rather, she may tweak it a bit more to her own liking. And just like with clothing, footwear goes the same.
[ Personality Character Description:]
Eager, modest, disgruntled, blissful. Every mood ever thought of has been graced upon the Scottish girl. Though, she is often content. Neither extremely happy, nor in a negative mind-set. Cairi is merely an average, dull person.
Although she judges a lot based on first impressions, it doesn't mean she'll write a person off because of it. She likes stories, she likes to see how people change, go through hardships and good times. The only way to gain the ending of a story is by continuing to the next chapter. And to get to the next chapter, you cannot exactly throw the book out the window. An observer, one who watches, but not from the sidelines.
Liking to be of attention, Cairi often will do klutzy, embarrassing things to gain the attention of anyone around her, not to be centered, but she does like people. If she is bored, either by a person or a situation, she has been known to turn and walk away without much of a second word.
Some days she plays quiet, standing against the wall wishing to melt into it; others she is the loud, boisterous girl bouncing down the corridor in the middle of a crowd. Like most anyone, she has her days.
[ History:]
Great-Grandmother Imbaguay, has claimed to be descended from the grounds. Having no family before her, only ahead of her. She often tells a story of a farmer's wife gardening and weeding. While tearing the roots of the weeds out, she claims to have clung onto one of said weeds and was pulled right from the ground. Each time Cairi's grandmother starts this tale, she rolls her big brown eyes, and turns away threatening to stick her fingers in her ears and hum loudly to herself. Because of her grandmother's insistence of the tale, she hasn't a clue where her family ties come from on her mum's side.
However, her dad is Scottish through and through. His parents lived on the land, and before them their's, and so forth and so forth. Ranald was young when he met Kayin, but he knew at the first touch of her hand that she was the one for him. She on the other hand disagreed.
It took five years of pursuing, and three more of courting before she finally told him she loved him. That did not mean she would marry him though, that course took another seven years and Cairistiona was five by that time. Kayin was of magical descent, and she'd been outright with Ranald about it after his third year of pursue. He told her it didn't matter, that he loved her anyway, she on the other hand felt no affection for the man. Cairi's mum was in search of a wizard, one that would provide a good life and allow for her to purify her bloodlines.
At Cairistiona's birth, Ranald was overjoyed, Kayin was overly dissatisfied. It wasn't what she'd wanted. The birth of her child was supposed to have been shared with a wizard, not a muggle. However, she had begun to give wear by that time, allowing herself to be joyed by the man who hadn't given up, which lead to marriage and the birth of another child many years later, a little girl named Lindsay Isobel.
Life had always seemed easy, both families having money and both children took advantage of it. They lived freely, without many cares, something they learned from observing their mum. On the other hand, their dad was the one who brought them up, taught them how to be people, and cared for them.
At age eleven, Cairi received her Hogwarts letter of acceptance and she begged her mum to let her attend, but it would not be heard of. Such a common school was below her children, therefore she attended a smaller, more prestige school in Norway until a few months after her third year, at her mum's death. No one is sure of the cause, not having been of natural circumstances, but the family believes it had to deal with dark dealings of her own. Kayin was never as good hearted as she may have seemed at times, rather she had a much more blackened heart.
Being allowed to finish her year, she begged her father to allow her to attend Hogwarts. She'd heard many good things about it, and her Great-grandmother agreed. After much hesitation, he agreed.
[ Pros and Cons :]
A standoffish quality to those she is bored with doesn't make Cairi friends, but she doesn't know how to overcome this. Being something she learned from observance of her mum, she hasn't let go of it. A whiz with a wand and at potions, she has no problems with either subject. History bores her, as does the electives she's chosen to study. Modesty can be seen as either negative or positive, pending on the situation involved, and she is modest enough when it comes to something she really has done.
A likeness for attention often comes with trouble, one thing she is accustomed to. Being a people-liking-person, she can seem overly friendly, when she is really just trying to be modestly friendly. Imaginative, Cairi will often daydream a person's life after an encounter. Trying to decide how they came to be; of course many of her imaginations are largely wrong, having read too many novels of drastic-ness. A flaw, a large one, is she often speaks what is on her mind. Sometimes it isn't so bad, others it does damage.
[Role Playing Example:] (Please put effort into this and make sure it abides by the site's requirements.)
The day had dawned, and the weather was gorgeous, or at least it was for a winter day. The sun was bright, glistening off of the speckled snow, as though little slivers of diamonds were scattered about. However, the sun wasn't warm enough to melt more than a bit of the piled fluff on the tops of the trees, not even reaching the covered snow.
Cairistiona was outside, sitting against a large oak, studying the last foot print she'd made. Were her shoes really that big? Did she buy them too big? Or were her feet growing without her noticing? Quickly tearing the black boot off, she inspected the smooth skin, the long toes, the perfect pedicure, it didn't look large outside of the boot. Maybe she'd have to throw the boots out. If they made her feet look that large, what other choice did she have?
Contemplating the idea, her attention was distracted as she looked up at a figure not far from where she sat. The sun was shining just right that she couldn't get a good look, but there was definitely someone there. Just as she opened her mouth to call out a greeting, she felt something cold trickle down the back of her head. Tilting her head, she let her eyes look up, sure enough there it was. A cold, wet, ball of snow fell right on her face.
“Ungh...” she uttered aloud in disbelief, her accent shining through crystal clear, at what had happened.
[ Full Character Name:] Cairistiona Seanog Clacher
[ Character Gender:] Female
[ Country of Citizenship:] Scotland
[ First House Preference:] Hufflepuff
[ Second House Preference:] Slytherin
[ Third House Preference:] Ravenclaw
[ Fourth House Preference:] Gryffindor
[ First Year Preference:] 4th
[ Second Year Preference:] 4th
[ Third Year Preference:] 6th
[ Physical Character Description:]
One thing that Cairistiona, or Cairi as she likes, has noticed about herself are her eyes; the only feature of herself she finds exceptional. They've a slight almond shape with long, curly, thick black lashes. The iris' are a dark, subtle brown, almost blending in with her pupils at times in the right lighting. The whites stand out amongst the dark colorings, which are enhanced with a good layer of mascara and eyeliner at all times it seems.
Second in line, though she often is dissatisfied by any other of her features, are her apple-y cheeks. When she smiles, they lift and ball up, providing more drawn attention to her eyes. The only reason she sees need for a seconding. Her dark bronze skin is smoothly flawless, something is she eternally grateful for. The smile on her lips is always one that is earned, if it's not there it wasn't a moment she found to be one to be smiled at, though she is usually in a chipper mood.
Cairi is tall for her age, standing at an appealing for sports height, 5' 7 1/2”. On the other hand, she has a body, not what is considered appealing for sporting. Now, she isn't overly obese, but she weighs a bit more on the scales than is asked for her age, but is still considered of healthy stature.
Caring herself properly, her back is straight and shoulders pulled slightly, just as she was taught to do when growing up. Her head is hardly ever tilted, eyes looking about and forward, never down. If she feels the need to look above her, she will incline her head to the side, never push it back to look above.
Dark locks of hair fall to just above the girl's shoulders, in whatever style she has decided on for the day. Hardly pulled into a pony-tail, her hair is loose and free to move when she does.
Style says a lot about a person to Cairi, though she knows it doesn't mean everything, if anything. Often she will judge people based on first impressions, clothing being one part of said impression. If it's been seen in a magazine or something like it on a model, she owns it. Whether she wears it like it was seen is a completely different matter. Rather, she may tweak it a bit more to her own liking. And just like with clothing, footwear goes the same.
[ Personality Character Description:]
Eager, modest, disgruntled, blissful. Every mood ever thought of has been graced upon the Scottish girl. Though, she is often content. Neither extremely happy, nor in a negative mind-set. Cairi is merely an average, dull person.
Although she judges a lot based on first impressions, it doesn't mean she'll write a person off because of it. She likes stories, she likes to see how people change, go through hardships and good times. The only way to gain the ending of a story is by continuing to the next chapter. And to get to the next chapter, you cannot exactly throw the book out the window. An observer, one who watches, but not from the sidelines.
Liking to be of attention, Cairi often will do klutzy, embarrassing things to gain the attention of anyone around her, not to be centered, but she does like people. If she is bored, either by a person or a situation, she has been known to turn and walk away without much of a second word.
Some days she plays quiet, standing against the wall wishing to melt into it; others she is the loud, boisterous girl bouncing down the corridor in the middle of a crowd. Like most anyone, she has her days.
[ History:]
Great-Grandmother Imbaguay, has claimed to be descended from the grounds. Having no family before her, only ahead of her. She often tells a story of a farmer's wife gardening and weeding. While tearing the roots of the weeds out, she claims to have clung onto one of said weeds and was pulled right from the ground. Each time Cairi's grandmother starts this tale, she rolls her big brown eyes, and turns away threatening to stick her fingers in her ears and hum loudly to herself. Because of her grandmother's insistence of the tale, she hasn't a clue where her family ties come from on her mum's side.
However, her dad is Scottish through and through. His parents lived on the land, and before them their's, and so forth and so forth. Ranald was young when he met Kayin, but he knew at the first touch of her hand that she was the one for him. She on the other hand disagreed.
It took five years of pursuing, and three more of courting before she finally told him she loved him. That did not mean she would marry him though, that course took another seven years and Cairistiona was five by that time. Kayin was of magical descent, and she'd been outright with Ranald about it after his third year of pursue. He told her it didn't matter, that he loved her anyway, she on the other hand felt no affection for the man. Cairi's mum was in search of a wizard, one that would provide a good life and allow for her to purify her bloodlines.
At Cairistiona's birth, Ranald was overjoyed, Kayin was overly dissatisfied. It wasn't what she'd wanted. The birth of her child was supposed to have been shared with a wizard, not a muggle. However, she had begun to give wear by that time, allowing herself to be joyed by the man who hadn't given up, which lead to marriage and the birth of another child many years later, a little girl named Lindsay Isobel.
Life had always seemed easy, both families having money and both children took advantage of it. They lived freely, without many cares, something they learned from observing their mum. On the other hand, their dad was the one who brought them up, taught them how to be people, and cared for them.
At age eleven, Cairi received her Hogwarts letter of acceptance and she begged her mum to let her attend, but it would not be heard of. Such a common school was below her children, therefore she attended a smaller, more prestige school in Norway until a few months after her third year, at her mum's death. No one is sure of the cause, not having been of natural circumstances, but the family believes it had to deal with dark dealings of her own. Kayin was never as good hearted as she may have seemed at times, rather she had a much more blackened heart.
Being allowed to finish her year, she begged her father to allow her to attend Hogwarts. She'd heard many good things about it, and her Great-grandmother agreed. After much hesitation, he agreed.
[ Pros and Cons :]
A standoffish quality to those she is bored with doesn't make Cairi friends, but she doesn't know how to overcome this. Being something she learned from observance of her mum, she hasn't let go of it. A whiz with a wand and at potions, she has no problems with either subject. History bores her, as does the electives she's chosen to study. Modesty can be seen as either negative or positive, pending on the situation involved, and she is modest enough when it comes to something she really has done.
A likeness for attention often comes with trouble, one thing she is accustomed to. Being a people-liking-person, she can seem overly friendly, when she is really just trying to be modestly friendly. Imaginative, Cairi will often daydream a person's life after an encounter. Trying to decide how they came to be; of course many of her imaginations are largely wrong, having read too many novels of drastic-ness. A flaw, a large one, is she often speaks what is on her mind. Sometimes it isn't so bad, others it does damage.
[Role Playing Example:] (Please put effort into this and make sure it abides by the site's requirements.)
The day had dawned, and the weather was gorgeous, or at least it was for a winter day. The sun was bright, glistening off of the speckled snow, as though little slivers of diamonds were scattered about. However, the sun wasn't warm enough to melt more than a bit of the piled fluff on the tops of the trees, not even reaching the covered snow.
Cairistiona was outside, sitting against a large oak, studying the last foot print she'd made. Were her shoes really that big? Did she buy them too big? Or were her feet growing without her noticing? Quickly tearing the black boot off, she inspected the smooth skin, the long toes, the perfect pedicure, it didn't look large outside of the boot. Maybe she'd have to throw the boots out. If they made her feet look that large, what other choice did she have?
Contemplating the idea, her attention was distracted as she looked up at a figure not far from where she sat. The sun was shining just right that she couldn't get a good look, but there was definitely someone there. Just as she opened her mouth to call out a greeting, she felt something cold trickle down the back of her head. Tilting her head, she let her eyes look up, sure enough there it was. A cold, wet, ball of snow fell right on her face.
“Ungh...” she uttered aloud in disbelief, her accent shining through crystal clear, at what had happened.