Post by augusta on May 3, 2010 19:53:38 GMT
AUGUSTAELEANORLONGBOTTOM
hello? it's me, ROZ here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm FIFTEEN THIS YEAR and i've been around this roleplay world for about A YEAR. i stumbled about here thanks to SAVIOR with my friend NOBODY ELSE.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] november 20th
full name augusta eleanor longbottom
nicknames gus or gusta
age sixteen
date of birth
year and house of preference sixth year | hufflepuff
bloodline[/color] pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] five foot six inches
height
weight[/color] 115 lbs
hair colour[/color] blonde
eye colour[/color] blue
skin tone[/color] ivory
play-by[/color] taylor momsen
“My eyes are my dad’s, reincarnate. Which is fair because it’s about the only thing from him that’s been passed down to me. They’re rather light, which I find extremely annoying, because they’re therefore very sensitive to the sun. To be honest, I really don’t like blue eyes. Especially with blonde hair, people look at my light eyes and hair, then automatically assume I’m some kind of idiot. I hate stereotypes and I don’t like to go by them. They’re the shallow ones if they don’t decide to dig any deeper than physical traits. My hair is my mum’s however. She’s like a very light blonde, the shade is almost completely identical. Mine’s a little more golden than flaxen. Mine are not in corkscrew curls either, it’s like they’ve been stretched out into loose tumbles of the same thing. I’m pretty happy about that, because I don’t have to fuss about it all day; like mum. For my skin tone, it’s horribly pale. Not the lovely ivory my mum has. When you look at me, I might look drained, pasty even. And because of that, I have the horrible tendency to blush at the smallest things. Most of the time over flattery or the opposite. My build is all right I suppose. Somebody once said I had curves like a boy’s. Mum said my narrow waist would look better if I had bigger hips. My lifelong dream would be to gain more weight. To be my height, with my weight, isn’t really that balanced. I eat constantly, whenever I’m bored to be exact, though it never shows. I don’t strive to be skinny. Calling my figure ‘willowy’, would be the most precise, however it sounds much too pretty.”
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] neville longbottom – former herbology professor | now a mediwizard
father
mother[/color] hannah abbott – columnist for witch weekly
siblings[/color] n/a
spouses[/color] n/a
offspring[/color] n/a
other relations[/color] any longbottom and abbott. neville is very close to the potter/weasley clan as well, can be considered ‘family’.
Augusta had always been a little lonely, being an only child. However, her father had a lot of friends. People thought the little blonde, angelic-like girl was adorable and always stopped by to say hello. Being brought up by quiet and rather shy parents, Augusta's beginning personality reflected just that. She always kept her manners in mind and was easily misunderstood. She tended to ramble aimlessly until her mother put a stop to it. However it was her way of expressing the fact that she was uncomfortable with anything. Augusta never talked much as a child. Heck, she'd probably only do it to be polite, or of course, if she actually liked the person. Her childhood friends had mainly consisted of the Potter/Weasley clan. They were and still are, really close family friends. Augusta had grown into the habit of called Mr. Potter: Uncle Harry, Mr. Weasley: Uncle Ron etc.
Her favorite 'uncle' had to be George Weasley. He could always have Augusta laughing in any sort of situation. She was brought up by that clan, alongside her parents. Her father started teaching at Hogwarts before she was born. She'd therefore been there quite a few times before she was eleven. Augusta became a favorite to many teachers and almost knew the whole entire castle by heart. Her first year was lovely, she didn't really feel like a new student at all. She was surrounded by lively cousins all the time, but one barrier revealed itself in her second-third year. Augusta was a Hufflepuff, unlike all her family friends. She was neither dazzlingly clever or exceptionally courageous either. Her light and whimsical nature make Slytherin an impossible outcome as well. Augusta was different, creative and got good marks out of effort.
She had always wanted to prove herself as a capable individual. People still thought she was dumb though, mainly Slytherins who annoyed the hell out of her. Sometimes, she'd always wish she had an older sibling. Longbottom was a well-known surname and wished she could share the spotlight with someone else. Augusta managed to make friends all over the place with her carefree and accepting attitude. She became sort of like a social butterfly within her own circles unconsciously. Of course, being this way made her a victim of gossip. It was hard to gossip about Augusta, who had a fairly clean reputation and was very aware of it as well. Fourth year had been the break through. She had to realize who her true friends were and how to deal with one major issue: boys. I mean, Augusta is a fairly attractive girl and she had to deal with a few moments. She didn't let herself become a victim though.
Her over protective conscience is useful in matters like these. Fifth year passed right on through, but academics proved to be more of a challenge. Augusta had to adjust all her studying habits, which were all a bit immature. She always had the tendency to try too hard, and end up doing not as great as she'd liked to. She doesn't know what sixth year holds in store for her, but she's going to make the best of it considering that it's her second last year at her beloved school.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] indeed it is
is this app done?
YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR![/color]
roleplay sample
The room seemed to get a little dull all of a sudden. Maybe it was her odd eyes, or a figment of her imagination. Lucy had been anorexic for a little while in fourth year and she had yet to recover from those moments. She remembered the attention and concern that had been directed at her in that year. That was what Lou had wanted from the start. She knew she was not fat or anything, she had acted like a spoilt child. But then again, Lou had never been spoiled. Deprived of flattery ever since she was born. She had just wanted to be tended to and cared for, obviously, she’d gotten a reaction. One that pleased her. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had totally freaked out, which showed that perhaps, they did care for the girl. Lou was smarter now and knew it was totally uncalled for. Hey, at least she hadn’t gone bullemic right? Chewing on her lower lip, she took a seat beside the armor she’d been looking at. The floor was not as cold as she thought it would be, and she shuffled around until she got comfortable in her typical ‘cross-legged’ pose. Lou rested her chin upon her palm and just traced the dents on the floor. Perhaps she should’ve brang a book or something; what on earth was she going to do here? A smile tugged at her lips as she recalled an incident here earlier this year. Oh how she’d scared a group of first years. It was their fault for even wandering around at night, especially when she was on patrol. Lou hadn’t done anything spontaneous in the longest time. She’d get talked about if she did after all. Her reputation was the only thing that was completely clean. Surprisingly, she wasn’t known as the ‘goody goody two shoes’. Her grades were well above average, she was favored by many teachers and well…had she ever gotten a detention? Why did teachers even like her? Was it because of her diligence towards her studies, it had to be because her attitude wasn’t the most likeable. Humming, she leaned back against the stony wall. It was cold and shivers ran down her spine. Perhaps it would’ve been smarter not to come out in a measly white blouse. A person was coming. She could feel the presence of another person in the spacious room. Lou got up hastily and hoped it wasn’t a fellow prefect. They’d obviously love the opportunity to rat on her. Or worse, one of the heads. Turning around, she pretended to look at the armor curiously. A voice came from behind her, a gentle and familiar voice. Not exactly familiar with the English language though. It was Kasia Weasley.
"Ah...hello, Lou. How are you?"
Lou turned around slowly, a hint of a smile around the corners of her lips. The younger girl had always been a favorite with Lucy Weasley. Every cousin knew that as well, Kasia was the only one Lou had not been known to critisize or insult. It was sort of mean, but the only reason why Lou liked Kasia was because they had something in common. They were both different. Maybe they could be better friends if…one of them actually made an effort at conversation. At Weasley gatherings, Kasia would be the one with a book in hand. Lou would as well…if her mother didn’t take it from her everytime. Kasia was friendly, a little clueless about certain things but still sweet all the same. “Hello Kasia.” Lou remarked in a brighter tone than usual. She turned to look at what her cousin was looking at. Quidditch awards, no doubt looking for Uncle Charlie’s name. His name widened her little smile. Charlie Weasley was different from the family, but he was still a true Weasley of course. His good heart was one she admired to a great length. His sense of humor wasn’t the best but at least he was nice. Lou listened to what Kasia said next, her English was improving a lot, which was pleasant to make of. The communication barrier was one Lou never hoped to encounter. “Oh we’ve been around for the longest time. One of the oldest wizardry families, I’m sure.” She responded a little dully. Slytherin first years were very curious about surnames. There were two Weasleys in Slytherin…tides were changing all right. “I think most of us happen to play Quidditch…and hog the prefect positions. I guess there’s just too many of us.” Lou continued in a teasing voice. She truly wondered with other students were weary of the Weasley clan. If Lou wasn’t a fellow family member, she wouldn’t be. T’would be making a big deal of nothing. Let families have their fun and moments. Could they be jealous?
It was certainly a possibility but Lou stopped thinking about it as Kasia raised her eyes to look at the founders. They never really moved, just sat there with occasional eye contact. Lou, who loved muggle art galleries, still had trouble adjusting to moving paintings and photographs. They sort of creeped her out, and having them all over the school didn’t help either. She was always watched. “Well, I think cloaks were a more common and obvious choice with them. But look at the gowns in that ball depiction,” Lou murmured, pointing at another painting of a spectacular ballroom, “they look very medieval to me. I think they had to wear that sort of fashion, to fit in with the horribly religious society back then.” She knew of all the tales of witchcraft back then, she found it rather interesting and upsetting of course. The poor muggles who’d been accused and burned or drowned to their death. She realized that Kasia was actually talking to her. Lou raised her eyebrows in surprise but lowered them, trying to hide her satisfaction. At last, somebody who really made an effort to talk to her. The odd thing was that Kasia wasn’t even talkative, like…at all. Did this mean Kasia actually acknowledged her as a…potential friend? Lou pursed her lips as she tried not to care. She was still a little immature, obviously she didn’t grow up completely. Lou had her moments, as did everyone.
"Ah...hello, Lou. How are you?"
Lou turned around slowly, a hint of a smile around the corners of her lips. The younger girl had always been a favorite with Lucy Weasley. Every cousin knew that as well, Kasia was the only one Lou had not been known to critisize or insult. It was sort of mean, but the only reason why Lou liked Kasia was because they had something in common. They were both different. Maybe they could be better friends if…one of them actually made an effort at conversation. At Weasley gatherings, Kasia would be the one with a book in hand. Lou would as well…if her mother didn’t take it from her everytime. Kasia was friendly, a little clueless about certain things but still sweet all the same. “Hello Kasia.” Lou remarked in a brighter tone than usual. She turned to look at what her cousin was looking at. Quidditch awards, no doubt looking for Uncle Charlie’s name. His name widened her little smile. Charlie Weasley was different from the family, but he was still a true Weasley of course. His good heart was one she admired to a great length. His sense of humor wasn’t the best but at least he was nice. Lou listened to what Kasia said next, her English was improving a lot, which was pleasant to make of. The communication barrier was one Lou never hoped to encounter. “Oh we’ve been around for the longest time. One of the oldest wizardry families, I’m sure.” She responded a little dully. Slytherin first years were very curious about surnames. There were two Weasleys in Slytherin…tides were changing all right. “I think most of us happen to play Quidditch…and hog the prefect positions. I guess there’s just too many of us.” Lou continued in a teasing voice. She truly wondered with other students were weary of the Weasley clan. If Lou wasn’t a fellow family member, she wouldn’t be. T’would be making a big deal of nothing. Let families have their fun and moments. Could they be jealous?
It was certainly a possibility but Lou stopped thinking about it as Kasia raised her eyes to look at the founders. They never really moved, just sat there with occasional eye contact. Lou, who loved muggle art galleries, still had trouble adjusting to moving paintings and photographs. They sort of creeped her out, and having them all over the school didn’t help either. She was always watched. “Well, I think cloaks were a more common and obvious choice with them. But look at the gowns in that ball depiction,” Lou murmured, pointing at another painting of a spectacular ballroom, “they look very medieval to me. I think they had to wear that sort of fashion, to fit in with the horribly religious society back then.” She knew of all the tales of witchcraft back then, she found it rather interesting and upsetting of course. The poor muggles who’d been accused and burned or drowned to their death. She realized that Kasia was actually talking to her. Lou raised her eyebrows in surprise but lowered them, trying to hide her satisfaction. At last, somebody who really made an effort to talk to her. The odd thing was that Kasia wasn’t even talkative, like…at all. Did this mean Kasia actually acknowledged her as a…potential friend? Lou pursed her lips as she tried not to care. She was still a little immature, obviously she didn’t grow up completely. Lou had her moments, as did everyone.
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hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
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