Post by mae on May 12, 2010 1:28:29 GMT
IMOGENANNEFINNIGAN
hello? it's me, mae here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm 17 and i've been around this roleplay world for about 2 years. i stumbled about here thanks to a link on another site with just me.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] December 12th
full name Imogen Anne Finnigan
nicknames Immy or Genie, what ever her friends usually come up with
age seventeen
date of birth
year and house of preference Seventh and in Hufflepuff!
bloodline[/color] Pure
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'5
height
weight[/color] None of anyone's beeswax! (125)
hair colour[/color] Dark Ginger
eye colour[/color] Brown
skin tone[/color] Pale and freckley...
play-by[/color] Katie Nash
Hi! Uhmm, I guess I look okay, no big pyhysical defects or anything, not that I would tell anyone if I had any. But, I got my hair from my grandma, I never met her but my dad says that she is just like me, in personality anyway. My eyes are from my mother, she has these big brown doe eyes like I do, except her's have gotten darker as she has gotten older and I really hope that mine never do that. I'm not very tall, which I owe to my mum's side of the family, they are all short, and lucky me, so am I. But I got my freckles and skin palor from my dad, the pale and befreckled man that he is.
I mainly wear, when the uniform is not in effect anyway, what ever I want to, and I do love muggle clothes, they just are so cool and fresh. But, I never go without my necklace. It is a deer, just in case you weren't sure, but my Aunt gave it to me before she died and so I just don't feel comfortable not wearing it. I also love make up, not because I think that it makes me look older or anything like that, I just like wearing it...it is kind of like a safety blanket for me.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Sheamus Finnigan
father
mother[/color] Susan Finnigan nee Bones
siblings[/color] Two brothers, one a sixth year Gryffindor and one a fourth year Hufflepuff.
spouses[/color] No! Not for a long time...
offspring[/color] Er...She's only seventeen!
other relations[/color] Her Grandparents and
"I was born in Iverness (Scotland, for people who don't know.), on December 12th, and much to my mother's displeasure, at my Dad's Parents Cottage, and let me tell you, she was right mad at him for passing out half way through the whole ordeal. But they got over it and named me Imogen Anne Finnigan, Anne after my Dad's mother who died two years before I was born and Imogen after my Mother's cousin who died in the second war, I suppose it is a good name, it has a lot of sentemental value for my parents at least.
Well, my child hood was fine I guess, nothing to serious or anything...Well, I broke my leg three times when I was seven but that is about the worst experience.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
Imogen smiled as she walked closer to her favorite spot at Hogwarts. It wasn't beautiful or breathtaking, nor was it a big hotspot for any...immoral activity that went on in various corridors of the building. But, it was her favorite place in the entire castle, simply because it was hidden from everything, and everyone, else. It really wasn't that Imogen was shy or anything, or that she was super serious, not that was left for the Ravenclaw's. Imogen just liked being alone sometimes, where she could be herself in the silence of her little nook by the Transfiguration room. But, being who she was left little room for her to be by herself, she was after all, a Hufflepuff, and all they were supposed to do was be nice and do what they were told. Which was a bunch of bull, not that she would ever tell anyone that.
Imogen shouldered her bookbag and sank to the floor, letting her back rest against the same place it had for the better part of her time at Hogwarts. She took out her Potions book and began the pre reading assignment, because she really couldn't afford to fall behind in that class. It would upset her mother way too much, and she was dead scary when she was angry. Imogen sighed and pulled her hair back away from her face, not wanting to get distracted by her hair, she could loose focus quite easily, but she was determined to become the best witch that she could be, because, she wanted to make her parents proud.
"This is stupid, why on earth would a beazor need to go into a happiness solution?" She murmered, eyes trained on the page in front of her. "Other than to annoy me..."
She really didn't like potions, but she needed to take the course if she wanted to be a mediwitch, and it was her goal to eventually work on discovering cures for various ailments, or even becoming a Wizard Mind Helper, not that the feild was in much need of people. But, just as long as she could help people in the long run, and maybe make a name for herself along the way.
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turn it off in all my spite
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
new album; brand new eyes![/font]