Post by addison on Jan 23, 2010 6:41:24 GMT
MICHAELALOREFINNIGAN
hello? it's me, addison here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm fifteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about six years. i stumbled about here thanks to caution <3 with my friend that's imaginary. his name is jerry..
S/HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] may 27th
full name michaela lore finnigan
nicknames kayla, mick, micky, kaykay - any variation of the name michaela. shorty, as well. or leprechaun
age seventeen
date of birth
year and house of preference seventh&hufflepuff
bloodline[/color] pure
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] four eleven
height
weight[/color] 104 pounds
hair colour[/color] bright blonde
eye colour[/color] green-hazel
skin tone[/color] olive
play-by[/color] hayden panettiere
"i've been told i'm rather pretty, but you know i honestly don't believe whoever says that. i mean, look at me. my eyes get too squinty when i laugh, my nose is a little hooked, my lips aren't big. er, my forehead is too big, and i had braces there for a while. and seriously, i'm just so damn short! i mean, look at me. if i don't grow in the next year, i'll be a legal midget. do you know how embarrassing that is? though there is the good about me, it's not like i'm a hag. my eyes are looking really feline, and my eyelashes are super long. and my petite frame is seen as 'cute'. the way my hair flips is quite nice, too.
oh, and the bright blonde hair? that's not fake. i've never died it, except for halloween nights. and that was because i was going for the total ba look. uhm, i like having my hair up, too. as for style, let's see. i typically go for more of the comfy look, but on big days i'll dress up. i love the sexy secretary look - it's just so classic and chic. otherwise, jeans and a hoodie work for me. and even though i'm so short i hate highheels because i'm the biggest klutz ever so i end up falling. so, anyways. i'm not hideous, but i don't think i'm the most gorgeous girl at hogwarts - not by far."
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] seamus finnigan
father
mother[/color] susan bones-finnigan
siblings[/color] younger brothers[2]
spouses[/color] ----jesus
offspring[/color] ----albus dumbledore[yet again, a joke. none looks bad]
other relations[/color] 2nd cousins to the boots
"my parents were young, and stupid, and reckless. and in love, oh god did they love each other. to be quite frank, the stories they tell make me sick. they said they were in love, they were young and they wanted to get married. they didn't have a career, nor a house or anything. i just think they were foolish. my mom was more so, honestly. she was twenty, she should have wanted to party more than to settle down and have kids and make a family. and thanks to me, daddy had to put off his career for a while. i mean, he was the newest recruit to puddlemere united, the world cup holders for four years in a row. and because mum got pregnant three years into their marriage, he put it off so he could raise a kid with her and be normal for a bit. what an idiot. oops, sorry, i love you daddy. anyways, i was the first born to them. yes, be shocked. [younger brother] is like a foot taller than me, and i'm just really tiny. but yes, i am the oldest.
they named me like crazy people, though. 'michaela lore.' i mean, seriously guys? it's like a stripper name or something....lorcan would like that. sorry, love, but that's never going to happen. anyways, first born, yada yada yada. i don't remember my childhood from ages...zero to about four or so. i've been shown home videos of me, of course. there was a time when daddy was off in korea for a game and mum asked me what i wanted him to bring me back. the movie is priceless - there is this little blonde haired, blue eyed girl playing with her younger sister exclaiming ' kowean childwren, because kowea is a tewwible pwace.' it makes me laugh everytime i see it, actually. i don't remember [brother] being born, for i was only, what, a year or so old? if you want to know about those four ages of mine, you're out of luck.
i do start remembering things around the age of five. a very prominent memory of mine is moving from a busy part of wizarding london to a large, gorgeous house in the wizarding countryside. we had three neighbors, and it was quite nice to not have anyone bothering us. for the first month or so, i remember sitting in my room all day and writing little two-lined poems. i've always been big on poetry, and i'd like to think i'm rather good at it now. anyways, one day my dad was away again, and mum did not feel up to watching my little brother as he played outside - so she forced me to. what trouble could we really get in, afterall? but there was a little boy down the street, god i can't remember his name. i know it started with an h, harrison maybe. i'm not going to strain myself to remember someone from the past. but the boy down the street was about my age, though i was on the brink of six and he had just turned said age. that boy just pushed my buttons for not a reason why.
i pushed him around, i bossed him about and i recall us getting married one day. actually, we gave each other rings, too. i mean, i forced him to marry me but both of our parents were rich and had a ton of rings laying around. it wasn't hard to sneak inside, grab a rouge ring and slip it on the too-small finger. i still wear that ring, as a reminder that not everything has to be about work and reality. i thought back then that we'd stay young, playing together forever and ever as husband and wife. but no, one day daddy came home with bittersweet news. he had been asked to be the captain of puddlemere, and in the deal came a brand new house in a special neighborhood for those super wealthy. i said goodbye to mr. h, and we moved into an even bigger house right down the street from the potters and everyone that had a famous last name.
i believe i was eight when daddy started teaching me about magic. i had stumbled across one of his spellbooks in the library, and almost set the house on fire with my experimenting. it was the little spells he taught me, though. how to unlock doors, fill a glass of water, float a feather. i didn't know it then, but it was basic first year stuff. after completeing that spell book, he tried to teach me quiddich. i refused to play after that first time, and he seemed rather disappointed. i do have a poem that i wrote for him soon after that, though, all about quiddich and how much i loved to watch him play. his disappointment quickly faded to pride at the witty young thing that he claimed i was. life went on rather uneventfully, mostly filled with late nights of writing poetry and days of playing with the kids that i would soon be attending school with. one that stood out the most was lorcan scamander.
i always crushed on him. he broke me out of the shy exterior that i had grown into, made me act like a normal, crazy child. the day we both got our letters, we told each other right away. well, after rubbing it in our younger siblings faces. together, we enjoyed the shopping in diagon alley, the new scent of books and finding everything in the wizarding world so stupendous. it was a great day, that was. and when we walked onto the platform with our families, the excitement really began to come to us. it was really happening, everything was falling in place. that first year was the only time we sat in train compartments together, proud and nervous at the very same time. during the sorting ceremony, i was way before him. i prayed and prayed while sitting at the hufflepuff table that he would be in the same house.
don't get me wrong, hufflepuff was much better than slytherin or gryffindor. but i knew right then and there that our friendship wouldn't be the same. we couldn't spend hours together, and there would always be more competetion between us because of the house rivalries. i was right about that - we both made our own friends and did our own thing. we planned to sit together on the train ride back, but he didn't show up. i don't think i cried, but it was quite depressing. i didn't talk to him for half of the summer, actually. the rest of my time at hogwarts went like that, being disappointed beause my standards in people were so high and not many could match that. i learned by last year, though. i don't expect anything of people, but rather stay attatched to my books. however, over the summer something happened.
suprise, suprise. lorcan noticed me like i had so many years previous. he showed up on my doorstep, three weeks before our sixth year, with flowers and a surprise 'date'. so we've dated on and off last year, i guess. i did suspect that there is another, though. i'm not thick - i know his reputation. just because he was no longer my best friend does not mean i wasn't keeping an eye on what people were saying. he's a womanizer, and i knew i couldn't tie him down. once i started feeling foolish about saying yes, things got awkward and the split made it more so. it's been what...five or so months now and i'm not sure i'm over it - it's quite shameful.".
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roleplay sample
the rain consantly tapped on her window, a constant reminder that the summer was over to the slowly waking makalah. the sky was still dark outside, and the rain slowly tried to lure her back into the coma she called sleep. in her nest of four blankets and both her stuffed cat and real dog, getting out of bed just didn't seem to be the best option. however, the alarm still screamed at her, and it was a well known fact that if she made her parents get out of bed to wake her up, there would be trouble. last time, she'd been grounded from her video games for a month. yawning quite obnoxiously, makalah rolled to her feet and flipped the light switch on. it still seemed dark to her, after the months of waking up at eleven, not six. so unfamilair
and so was school, which was starting today. the first day of her junior year was goig to be quite the strange one, there would be no doubt about it. starting a new grade would be odd. some of these people she hadn't seen in months, and the butterflies seemed to go insane within her stomach. biting her lip, makalah regretted not having an outfit picked out last night, because scrambling around to find something that would be decent for a wet day was quite stressful. what better for a wet day than wet seal, though? discarding the fact that most of her clothing was from that specific store, a creme sweater and light green tank top were selected, as well as a somewhat looser pair of skinny jeans, complete with uggs and a chunky brown belt. it was a simple enough outfit, and makalah thanked the fashion gods that she had decided to paint her nails green and silver just two days ago.
makeup was a hard choice for makalah. she didn't know the styles anymore, magazines scared her. in the summer, the girls didn't wear makeup all the time, because most of the time was spent at the beach and it would be sure to run there. it would be horrible for her to show up with dark makeup when everyone else in the school wore no makeup at all. teeth still tugging at her bottom lip, tiny hands fluttered a dark brown and a light gold over both eyelids, along with a coat of mascara. that was the extent of the makeup she really put on, save for the mood-changing lipgloss that was her one unhealthy addiction. glancing at her alarm clock, makalah grimanced. she didn't have enough time to straighten all her hair, so the ends flipped in and she just payed attention to her bangs.
frowning, it still didn't seem to be enough. adding a pair of earrings didn't help, either. with a quick rumble of her tummy, makalah leaned more towards getting a good breakfast than tearing her room up for something she didn't really need. quickly grabbing her bag, turning off her light and radio and trotting out of her room, the trip downstairs was accompanied by a hungry, hyper zigaziga. taelr was too tired to eat anything, hunched over his bowl of cereal. the sight made her laugh, and quickly she filled her dog's food bowl so she could fill her own. lucky charms seemed to be appropriate, but brown eyes never left the clock once. time seemed to speed by, and it seemed like she had just rinsed her bowl when taelr slowly stood up and tilted his head to his car. a man of few words, her brother had become in the last two years.
so instead of talking about her nerves on the short car ride to school, makalah was forced to listen to his grunge music on full blast. even just pulling into the school parking lot, the dayne's got weird looks. makalah hadn't noticed her change over the summer - her skin was darker, her chest larger and the little bit of a tummy she had was gone. her hair was much, much longer. and her makeup was lighter than everyone else's in the school, the more natural look. her schedule, though, wasn't as bad as she expected.
world history --- gregnidick --- room 703
geometry --- kenmolley --- room 345
honors life science --- jenschroder --- room 106
physical education --- garyhallead --- GYM
photography --- hannacosgrove --- PHOTG
ap english 10 --- joemacgowan --- 607
it seemed to odd to makalah, but who was she to question what was given to her. her tiny hand slowly turned the handle to mr. gregory nidick's history class, and he nodded at her late slip. a seat next to a snobby looking fake-blonde girl was the only left in the class, and there was but no choice but to take it. more than half of that hour was spent staring down at her green notebook that had a silver world history. without it, you can't learn from your mistakes. MAKALAH DAYNE, period 1, room 703 written in neat cursive over the entire front. in all her 15 years, she had never spent that much time studying one peice of paper. in fact, she only half-listened to everyone as they introduced theirselves. the blonde stood up, and she had such a perfect, musical voice. "hey, i'm tiffany smith. yeah. you know meee. uhm, one fact about myself? uhm, my uncle is the principle? yeah."
"uuh...hello? i'm. uhm. makalah! yeah, makalah dayne. i've lived here for a while, you know me too. and uhm. i could kick your butt at halo?" instantly, she regretted it. but in her next two classes, it went exactly the same way. she introduced herself the same way, stared at every notebook, and always got stuck next to the preppy girls that thought they were too good to have anyone sit next to them. finally, the lunch bell rang. only one person had really talked to her so far, a girl named cosette who had commented that she adored makalah's handwriting and the way she spelled her name. there was no one to sit with, except maybe her brother. thinking back, makalah took the way to where she thought her brother had his third period class. yet as she arrived, she was only in time to see taelr turning the corner with a bunch of his newly-made senior friends.
the hall wasn't empty, though. a group of boys that were probably seniors or something had that evil look on their eyes. makalah could faintly hear them talking, but all she really noticed was the fact that they were slowly advancing on her. "hey, sweetheart! you're late for lunch. ooh, wait. brad, she probably just wants to have some fun. you're in luck, dollface."[/i] honestly, makalah's mouth dropped. men were such pigs sometimes, and here they were hitting on her. a quick scoff was her only response, and she turned to leave. one of the braver ones, the brad fellow, grabbed her hand. "where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"[/i] always the trouble magnent.
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TAG? a hero guy.
WORD COUNT 1224
STATUS fin!
OUTFIT here
LOCATION hallway at lapush
LYRICS ---- just random crap
CREDITS creating pulsars for the banner,
addison[me] for the template and lyric banners.
[/quote]WORD COUNT 1224
STATUS fin!
OUTFIT here
LOCATION hallway at lapush
LYRICS ---- just random crap
CREDITS creating pulsars for the banner,
addison[me] for the template and lyric banners.
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credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
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