Post by Rebekah Collins on Jul 24, 2007 13:14:35 GMT -5
Name: Rebekah Collins
Age: Thirteen
Year: Three
Family: Melanie (deceased), Maxwell (alive), Jordan (her twin, obviously alive)
Blood: Muggle-born
Date of Birth: February fourteenth
Place of Birth: London, England
Gender: Female
Lover: None, currently
Pet(s): An owl named Araz
Wand: Willow, nine and a half inches, dragon heartstring, right handed
Broom: The newest Quidditch broom: Firebolt three thousand. She needs it for Quidditch.
Inventory: Clothes, quite obvious
Wand, quills and all regular school stuff
A picture of her mum a week before she was murdered
A locket that was her mums
A box of her favorite muggle chocolates
Personality: Rebekah is a very outgoing, talkative and loud once you get to know her but she can be surprisingly very shy when you first meet her. It sometimes takes awhile for her to open up and just be herself around people but once you've opened her up you'll never get her to stop. The female is one of those people who has a lot more friends than enemies. Sure, there are people that she doesn't like, however with most of those people she just acts civil and tries to avoid any drama. A lot of people get the false impression that she's a push over but that's not true at all and if you get on her bad side she won't stand for it. Basically, give her a reason to hate you and she will. However, if Bekah really hates you she will retaliate. But get on her good side and she will be there for you till the end.
Rebekah is fairly laid back but when she wants something she'll do anything she can to get it. When she first got to the Hogwarts school, Bekah was horrible at flying. A lot of practice and Rebekah got better during the first year. Bekah also stresses out really easily. She's not very organised and when things start to go wrong she starts to freak out. She likes everything to go her way and she likes to be in control. The female's also a bit of a perfectionist yet at the same time she's a major procrastinator, the type of person who will start an assignment at eleven thirty the night before it's due. Bekah also doesn't cope with failure very well even if she knows she deserves it.
Appearance: Rebekah stands at five foot three inches, which makes her almost the smallest in her grade. She could easily pass for a third year, and her friends usually remind her of that on a daily basis. Oh, the joys of being short!
Oh her head are locks of pure honey brown. Her hair is actually black, but she dyes it on a regular basis. From Quidditch practice or other things, she is often out in the sun for many hours during the day, so the hair she dyed is highlighted with strands of blonde.
From her hair we go to her eyes. Along with her hair, her eyes too are pure brown. Years and years ago, however, these eyes used to be blocked by eyeglass frames. However, after much begging to her father and due to most recent technology called Lasik, glasses are a thing of the past for Rebekah.
Since we are going down, let us talk about Rebekah's frame. As most girls have, Bekah has a rather slim and small frame. She can almost wrap her arms around her body and have them touch. Some call her anorexic, but she swears she is not. Let's see how long that lasts.
Picture: [Rachel Bilson] The picture'll come later
House: Gryffindor
Referred By: Hail!
Roleplay Sample: (Heh, longer than one paragraph)
If life was simple at seventeen it is nothing compared to how life is today. You no longer have your mum reminding you constantly to do your chores, or your over the summer homework. You no longer have school to either look forward to or dread. You no longer have the friends you see on a daily basis. Everything seems to change.
After Hogwarts the life you once had seems to have gone down the drain; bye bye! You have to choose for once, not wait to be chosen for. Do you keep your friends or make new ones? Do you travel the world first and then go to work? Or work and then travel the world?
It all comes down to a choice. The wrong choice, or the right one. Sometimes you don’t even know which choice that is, until seven years later. By then it is way to late to go back and change it. No, the damage is already done.
The now twenty four year old Mackenzie Collins was looking in her floor length mirror. Seven years ago the image was completely different. Her hair was a darker brown back then; not the golden brown it is today. Her face was missing something. Something that everyone who used to know her would notice. A smile.
She was not depressed per se, just not exactly what you would call happy. Seven years ago, immediately after leaving Hogwarts, she cut herself off from her friends. The one person she did not cut herself off from was her brother, Jason. She traveled the world using the slow, Muggle way. By visiting different, exotic, places, she gained a new outlook on life.
Turning to the side, so that she was facing the door, she picked up her clip and clipped her hair back and up. Facing the mirror one last time, she forced herself to do a half smile and sighed, “You are not going to ruin this for yourself, Collins,” she told herself.
Mackenzie turned away from the mirror and to her dog, Raleigh, “You be good, now. Don’t go ripping everything up. That’s a lot of wand work, and frankly, I don’t feel like it right now,” she said, petting her dog behind the ears.
She walked down the stairs of her two-story house and locked the door. Mackenzie apparated out of her house and to her brother’s house, twenty miles away. “Are you here?” she called, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the threshold, and walking into the kitchen.
“I am right here, Kenz,” Jason noted, folding up the most recent issue of the Daily Prophet and sliding off the stool. “Some Muggle nutters found a wand and it’s causing all this chaos,” he reported, walking over and hugging his sister. “How are you?” he asked, finally letting go.
“I am fine, just happy to breathe!” Mackenzie joked, finishing the apple and throwing the core out. “What’s the Ministry going to do about it?” she asked, referring to the story.
”Probably modify the memories and chuck the wand. They don’t know who it belongs to, if it was just laying there, do they?”
”Obviously not, Jay,” Mackenzie shrugged. “Ready to go?”
”Yep! I can’t wait to see everyone. It’s been way to long,” he smiled, and apparated to the outskirts of Hogwarts
Mackenzie joined him two seconds later and the pair of them walked up to the school. The sound of high-heels and men’s dress shoes filled the Great Hall as they walked through it. Jason opened the doors and walked inside, closely followed by Mackenzie.
After seven years of not seeing her friends, Kenzie would have to face them. Memories and good times flooded back, but now it was up to her to keep them. “Breathe, Kenz. Just breathe and everything will be fine.”-d-
Other: Anything else?
Age: Thirteen
Year: Three
Family: Melanie (deceased), Maxwell (alive), Jordan (her twin, obviously alive)
Blood: Muggle-born
Date of Birth: February fourteenth
Place of Birth: London, England
Gender: Female
Lover: None, currently
Pet(s): An owl named Araz
Wand: Willow, nine and a half inches, dragon heartstring, right handed
Broom: The newest Quidditch broom: Firebolt three thousand. She needs it for Quidditch.
Inventory: Clothes, quite obvious
Wand, quills and all regular school stuff
A picture of her mum a week before she was murdered
A locket that was her mums
A box of her favorite muggle chocolates
Personality: Rebekah is a very outgoing, talkative and loud once you get to know her but she can be surprisingly very shy when you first meet her. It sometimes takes awhile for her to open up and just be herself around people but once you've opened her up you'll never get her to stop. The female is one of those people who has a lot more friends than enemies. Sure, there are people that she doesn't like, however with most of those people she just acts civil and tries to avoid any drama. A lot of people get the false impression that she's a push over but that's not true at all and if you get on her bad side she won't stand for it. Basically, give her a reason to hate you and she will. However, if Bekah really hates you she will retaliate. But get on her good side and she will be there for you till the end.
Rebekah is fairly laid back but when she wants something she'll do anything she can to get it. When she first got to the Hogwarts school, Bekah was horrible at flying. A lot of practice and Rebekah got better during the first year. Bekah also stresses out really easily. She's not very organised and when things start to go wrong she starts to freak out. She likes everything to go her way and she likes to be in control. The female's also a bit of a perfectionist yet at the same time she's a major procrastinator, the type of person who will start an assignment at eleven thirty the night before it's due. Bekah also doesn't cope with failure very well even if she knows she deserves it.
Appearance: Rebekah stands at five foot three inches, which makes her almost the smallest in her grade. She could easily pass for a third year, and her friends usually remind her of that on a daily basis. Oh, the joys of being short!
Oh her head are locks of pure honey brown. Her hair is actually black, but she dyes it on a regular basis. From Quidditch practice or other things, she is often out in the sun for many hours during the day, so the hair she dyed is highlighted with strands of blonde.
From her hair we go to her eyes. Along with her hair, her eyes too are pure brown. Years and years ago, however, these eyes used to be blocked by eyeglass frames. However, after much begging to her father and due to most recent technology called Lasik, glasses are a thing of the past for Rebekah.
Since we are going down, let us talk about Rebekah's frame. As most girls have, Bekah has a rather slim and small frame. She can almost wrap her arms around her body and have them touch. Some call her anorexic, but she swears she is not. Let's see how long that lasts.
Picture: [Rachel Bilson] The picture'll come later
House: Gryffindor
Referred By: Hail!
Roleplay Sample: (Heh, longer than one paragraph)
If life was simple at seventeen it is nothing compared to how life is today. You no longer have your mum reminding you constantly to do your chores, or your over the summer homework. You no longer have school to either look forward to or dread. You no longer have the friends you see on a daily basis. Everything seems to change.
After Hogwarts the life you once had seems to have gone down the drain; bye bye! You have to choose for once, not wait to be chosen for. Do you keep your friends or make new ones? Do you travel the world first and then go to work? Or work and then travel the world?
It all comes down to a choice. The wrong choice, or the right one. Sometimes you don’t even know which choice that is, until seven years later. By then it is way to late to go back and change it. No, the damage is already done.
The now twenty four year old Mackenzie Collins was looking in her floor length mirror. Seven years ago the image was completely different. Her hair was a darker brown back then; not the golden brown it is today. Her face was missing something. Something that everyone who used to know her would notice. A smile.
She was not depressed per se, just not exactly what you would call happy. Seven years ago, immediately after leaving Hogwarts, she cut herself off from her friends. The one person she did not cut herself off from was her brother, Jason. She traveled the world using the slow, Muggle way. By visiting different, exotic, places, she gained a new outlook on life.
Turning to the side, so that she was facing the door, she picked up her clip and clipped her hair back and up. Facing the mirror one last time, she forced herself to do a half smile and sighed, “You are not going to ruin this for yourself, Collins,” she told herself.
Mackenzie turned away from the mirror and to her dog, Raleigh, “You be good, now. Don’t go ripping everything up. That’s a lot of wand work, and frankly, I don’t feel like it right now,” she said, petting her dog behind the ears.
She walked down the stairs of her two-story house and locked the door. Mackenzie apparated out of her house and to her brother’s house, twenty miles away. “Are you here?” she called, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the threshold, and walking into the kitchen.
“I am right here, Kenz,” Jason noted, folding up the most recent issue of the Daily Prophet and sliding off the stool. “Some Muggle nutters found a wand and it’s causing all this chaos,” he reported, walking over and hugging his sister. “How are you?” he asked, finally letting go.
“I am fine, just happy to breathe!” Mackenzie joked, finishing the apple and throwing the core out. “What’s the Ministry going to do about it?” she asked, referring to the story.
”Probably modify the memories and chuck the wand. They don’t know who it belongs to, if it was just laying there, do they?”
”Obviously not, Jay,” Mackenzie shrugged. “Ready to go?”
”Yep! I can’t wait to see everyone. It’s been way to long,” he smiled, and apparated to the outskirts of Hogwarts
Mackenzie joined him two seconds later and the pair of them walked up to the school. The sound of high-heels and men’s dress shoes filled the Great Hall as they walked through it. Jason opened the doors and walked inside, closely followed by Mackenzie.
After seven years of not seeing her friends, Kenzie would have to face them. Memories and good times flooded back, but now it was up to her to keep them. “Breathe, Kenz. Just breathe and everything will be fine.”-d-
Other: Anything else?
