Dorcas Renata Meadows

[dorcas renata meadows]

Dorcas Renata Meadows

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Name/Alias: Dorcas
Age: Twenty-one
RP Experience: Too long
How Did You Found Us: Ad on The Pensieve
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: Too much
Other Characters: Zoisite Mensa Nott

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Character's Full Name: Dorcas Renata Meadows
Nicknames: Dorrie, Dorcy
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Slytherin
Birthday: 31st of October
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pure

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Play By: Catherine Zeta Jones
Appearance: Standing at five foot six inches Dorcas weighs in at around 115 pounds (eight stone two pounds or fifty-two kilograms 200 grams). A curvy figure and a few muscles gives Dorcas a powerful punch when she needs one - slaps are for amateurs too scared to break a nail.

Dorcas' nails are keep short and filed so when she heads down to the Quidditch Pitch for a little bit of fun with some friends, she doesn't scratch anyone's eye out. She's not on the house team, but she is down on the pitch often enough and plays about even on her own. She doesn't support a team but has a passion for the game itself, which is why her dark black hair is usually tied up and out of the way on most days so that if she gets the urge for a game of Quidditch, or just a fly about on a broom, her hair doesn't get blown about in her face.

There's nothing more aggravating than when a strand of hair goes into her full, rosy lips that she usually covers with dark lipstick, or her dark brown eyes that she views the world through, usually accompanied by a light browny beige eyeshadow and mascara.

Her nose is just that. A nose. There's no little quirks about it, no definitions on it and it's well proportioned to the rest of her face. Not like some people you see that wander around with either an upturned nose, or a massive bulging nose. Nope, her nose was perfectly normal from her point of view. Just like her chin. She thought that was pretty normal too, rounded at the tip and giving her face a great structure at the bottom.

Her ears however were never good. A little secret that she held was that when she was about twelve, she had her ears magically adjusted so they didn't stick out so much. Of course, it was done over the summer holidays and by the time they were all back at school no one noticed. Or at least, no one said anything to her.

Dorcas has a slightly longer neck than most people, but it's not exactly noticeable. It's paler that her face but not significantly. Besides, the majority of the time she applies foundation down it as she does with her face.

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Likes:
++ Attitude
++ Aromatherapy
++ Good night out
++ Quiet night in
++ Cute Guys
++ Funny Guys
++ Bad Guys
++ Sweet Guys
++ Most Guys
++ Gentlemen
++ Speaking
++ Listening
++ Joking
++ Dress making
Dislike:
-- Spineless gits
-- Sloppy people
-- Sleazy guys
-- Pure-blood-mania
-- Being judged
-- Frogs
-- Fish
-- Losing
Strengths:
Ability to accept people for who they are
Giving everyone a fair chance
Getting guys to sleep with her (Not like it's difficult when they're full of hormones)
Makes her own clothes, even her school robes
Avoiding situations she doesn't like
Weaknesses:
Chocolate
Alcohol
Guys
Her stubbornness
Temper when it gets out of hand
Boggart: Herself before her ear job
Patronus: Doe Gazelle { meaning of Renata}
Personality: Misleading. A person's personality is hard to have written out before you, but misleading is certainly one word that describes Dorcas' personality. Slytherin's are usually out for number one, looking after themselves first and usually just not caring about others at all. But Dorcas isn't like that. Yes she has the common sense to get away from a fight if one's brewing and there's a fear she could get involved in said fight, but half the time she'd be the one trying to stop the fight.

Dorcas is a lover, not a fighter unless necessary. Though a few harmless threats here and there never hurt anyone. Not really.

Like most teenagers Dorcas has a stubborn streak, however, this does not last long. She also holds grudges for about twelve hours before completely forgetting about them. Her memory isn't the greatest but she remembers what she has to and never forgets anything important.

Not having cried since she was eleven, Dorcas has given herself an image of being very strong willed and never backing down - something that ties in with her stubbornness, especially if it's for the right cause. Unlike most teenagers though Dorcas tends to listen to all sides of the stories before making any decisions on what she wants to do. At the moment she has a pretty big decision to be making. Death Eaters, the Order or just staying out of it. Of course, staying out of it would perceive her as a spineless git and she hates spineless gits so naturally she is determined to pick a side. She could fall in either category but her overwhelming sense of right and wrong leads her to have to tread cautious grounds when she shares a dorm with those that believe Voldemort is doing the right thing.

Many aspects of Dorcas' personality changes depending on whom she is around and what situation she is in. Which is what happens for most people. When surrounded with friends and people she feels comfortable with she's loud and out going, determined, daring, untameable and flirtatious.

When she's around people she doesn't feel quite as comfortable with she can become a little more reserved and cautious.

When with people she holds one of her rare, long-time grudges against she can become bitchy as hell, snippish, snappy, rude, self-centered and pretty cruel. Though it is rare to see that side of her but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist somewhere deep down. Or sometimes just bubbling on the surface after a frustrating day.

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Father: James Meadows
Mother: Rosalina Meadows (Nee' Garcia)
Siblings: None
Other Family: Other purebloods distantly
History: Born to a Slytherin mother and a Ravenclaw father Dorcas lived the first ten years of her life in bliss. An only child, spoiled rotten but always taking her fathers advice. He kept her level headed as a child and she always did her best to make him proud. She was her daddy's girl and nothing in the world would ever change that to either of them.

At the age of seven Dorcas was inducted to a muggle primary school by her mother at her fathers request. Knowing Dorcas was showing magical abilities her father feared her going to Hogwarts, being placed in Slytherin and caving in to the pure-blood-mania they all seemed to live off of. Of course, her mother was an exception to him but really, they were just married now, they weren't husband and wife, they weren't lovers, they were just together out of habit, necessity.

Having grown close to many other children her age Dorcas knew she was always different to her peers at muggle school. Her parents who had always been open to her of what she was did impress the need to keep it a secret. Dorcas hated secrets, she believed them to be wrong, but as her dad had told her 'Some secrets have to be kept' and so she always kept what she and her dad called 'their little secret'.

Finally the time came and Dorcas received her Hogwarts letter. Both her parents were pleased for her. Even her mother who barely spoke a word, expressed how proud she was of her only child, and that coming from her mother, meant more than the world to Dorcas. It was always something she remembered and never forgot.

After the letter came it was time to do the shopping. Both of Dorcas' parents took her to Diagon Alley. They weren't a well off, pure-blooded family, but her father's job paid for them to get by and still have a bit of extra money left over at the end of every year for a special family holiday away to Europe or various places around England, Scotland and Wales.

While buying her first ever wand Dorcas' father slipped out to get them all an ice-cream as a treat. Dorcas could not have been happier. It seemed like they were a real family. Her mum and dad taking her shopping, the way it should be, she had thought to herself. Of course, when one is so happy, things rarely stay that way for long.

Having purchased her wand of Ebony and Dragon heart string, Dorcas had herself and her mother wait out side of Ollivander's for her father's return.

The sky so sunny and bright seemed to turn dull and grey in Dorcas' mind. Dorcas refused to listen to her mother who wanted to leave for home in case her father had been called to work at the ministry.

It was nightfall by the time Dorcas' mother wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl and steered her home.

Once home Dorcas ran to her room and left all the day's purchases at the front door. She threw herself down upon her bed and sobbed until she fell asleep - ignoring her mothers knocking and call for supper.

The next morning Dorcas woke feeling gloomy and upset, a terrible ache in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to see her dad. She knew he wouldn't just leave her like that. Not her. He would never do something like that to her. And she was right. She opened her bedroom door and descended the stairs to the living room. Her mother was in tears and there were two people Dorcas recognised from her father's work. Hit Wizards.

In the muggle world Dorcas knew Hit Wizards to be like police and knew from some of the stories she had read in muggle books that when the police visited your house, something was wrong. Her stomach lurched as she thought of her dad and she stepped into the room in her night clothes. Her mother took her into her arms, wiping back her own tears, half expecting Dorcas to be crying too.

Dorcas was told her father had been killed in Knockturn Alley. Surprisingly she did not cry. Dorcas knew there was something wrong with her father for he had not come back to them at the shop where they had waited. She had done her crying the night before and her red puffy eyes were proof, tear streaks staining her cheeks further evidence of her heartache for her father.

Her mother re-married when Dorcas had turned thirteen and like most teenagers at that age, Dorcas hated her new step-father. She had nothing to do with him and believed him to be trying to replace her father - no one replaced her father. Ever.

Six years on at Hogwarts and Dorcas still had not shed a single tear for anyone or anything. She just can't cry. Try as she might not laughter nor sorrow could bring a tear to her eye and deep down inside of her it was nearly killing her, but she was learning to accept it. Not many knew she just could not cry and it certainly wasn't a fact she broadcasted to the public nor close friends.

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RP Sample:

So she wasn't graduating and leaving school yet. Big deal. Didn't mean a girl couldn't slip unnoticed out of the school with the masses of other students heading down to the Three Broomsticks. Tonight was going to be an absolute blast. So many people were going Dorcas doubted there would be enough space in the quaint pub. They'd probably have to magically enlarge the interior to fit everyone in. Alcohol would be in demand and she'd be d**ned if she didn't intend on getting absolutely plastered tonight. After all, what was a party without one absolutely trashed chick dancing on the tables, with poles if they had them, stripping to any song that came on, even slow romantic ones. Well she couldn't help herself sometimes, she enjoyed a good party and a lot of good drinks as well as some fine company.

The music got louder as she approached the pub and she couldn't have expected less. The door swung open to the pub as two guys practically got thrown out while in the middle of a fight. She shook her head and entering the pub, she laughed. Things were a lot busier than usual and in the morning there were going to be a hell of a lot of hang overs and probably a nuts load of regrets. But it was all in the name of fun, fun that would only be out done next year when her year graduated. Hell what a party that was going to be,

Making a beeline for the bar Dorcas tugged a little on her red dress to get it a bit lower over her legs, only the problem with that was the front came down a bit too and exposed the front a little more than was necessary and in what some people might call 'a sluttish way'. Ah well, if they didn't like it they could d**n well poke their eyes out for all she cared. By the time she was going to have a couple of drinks it wouldn't exactly matter much what her dress was doing providing it was still on her.

Before Dorcas could reach the bar though her wrist was grabbed as she was dragged on to the dance floor by some random guy who she'd never seen before in her life. Or at least, some random guy she could never remember seeing before in her life. He looked to be older than her, probably seventh year, but he wasn't a Slytherin, and looking at the people around here they all looked older than they were which meant this guy could be the year below her. But it didn't matter to Dorcas. She laughed and danced with the guy for a couple of songs regardless before he offered to get her a drink.

She made her way to the bar with the guy whose name she was still yet to discover and her got her a gin and tonic. Absolutely no better way to start the evening. After this it was going to be some fire whiskey followed by some d**n good Scotch. The burn and kick from Fire Whiskey was great, by Scotch had the higher alcohol content, and as one that intended on getting drunk and enjoying the night, she would be focusing on that later, though in her mind had set herself a limit as to how drunk she was allowed to get. Though when she was drunk, she wasn't sure she'd be able to remember that limit. Just as long as she didn't wake up leaning over one of the tables here or in bed with some random freak she'd be fine.

The guy that had got Dorcas her drink lent over to give her a kiss. She quickly jumped out the way and watched as he fell flat on his face. He groaned and rolled on to his back. She knelt down, patted his shoulder, thanked him for the dance and drink then headed off. Only to spot Christina. Crap. Her eyes widened and she slid as quickly as she could out of view. She wasn't scared of Christina, well, maybe a little, but the main reason was she didn't want all eyes focused on her for the wrong reasons. Ha! The wrong reasons. Like getting up on a table and stripping was a right one.

Spying Marlene sat alone Dorcas decided to join her. They weren't exactly close and weren't exactly friends, but it wasn't like they were enemies, so Dorcas headed straight for her and offered a smile.

"Hey Marlene. Mind if I join you?" She asked, almost shouting to be heard over the noise of the thumping music. Tonight was going to be a good one. Everybody just needed to loosen up, unwind and get into the swing of things. That was what it was all about after all. No school, no lessons, no homework and no teachers, just Summer holiday's to look forward to for some, and real life for others. What better way to celebrate the end of the school year?

[narcissa acardia black||]

accepted hunny <3