Post by .::johanna devarhoe on Dec 9, 2008 17:23:18 GMT -5
Johanna Devarhoe
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Name/Alias: VAN
Age: OLD
RP Experience: 4ish years
How Did You Found Us: support
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: As much as I can//cant get on on weekends
Other Characters: [N/A]
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Character's Full Name: Johanna Andreya Devarhoe
Nicknames: Jo
Age: 16
Year: 6
Canon or Original: Original
House: Hufflepuff
Birthday: October 30th
Sexual Orientation: Straight; Curious
Blood Status: Unknown[see history]
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Appearance:
Johanna is very fragile and slightly odd in appearance. Her soft skin and waist legnth hair are white as snow, if not even whiter, her eyes a pale red, the only colour readily appearant in her physical appearance. If you look closely enough at her, you can see that her skin has a slightly translucent quality, and veins are more visible than they would normally be. This would only be noticable up close.
Johanna has a slim build, standing at 5'2, and knows how to accent her form. Even when wearing the school uniform, she folds, and twists the fabric in a way that it complements her figure. Any change that she gets, she prefers to wear modern muggle clothing. She never wears any skirts aside from the school uniform, and never shorts ever. She has a series of scars on her legs, in the pattern of bite marks. [/size][/blockquote]
||of all the things that I can do[/font]
Likes: Purple, Mice, The letter L, Pudding, Muggle games, "Muggle Magic", Potions, Muggle Studies, Divination, reading.
Dislike: Chocolate, Green, Transfiguration[even though she's good at it], Sudden Noises, Cats, Meat.
Strengths: Divination, Flying, "Muggle Magic", Transfiguarion, Juggling.
Weaknesses: Short Attention Span, Herbology, Charms, DADA.
Boggart: Wolf
Patronus: Rabbit
Personality:
Johanna doesn't talk much, but that doesn't mean she isn't outgoing. She isn't a chatterbox, but she will talk when she has something to say, and she knows how to have fun, pulling pranks, and playing games. She very optimistic, and in most cases see's the glass as being half full, dispite the fact that her life hasn't always been on the upside.
She has a slight obsession with muggle things, especially muggle magic, pulling the rabbit out of the hat, card tricks, things like that. This liking of muggle games and magicianship started when she was in the orphanage, before she even know she was actually a witch.
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Father: Biological: Unknown; Surrogate: Jacob Devarhoe
Mother: Biological: "Maria"; Surrogate: Veronica Holtz-Devarhoe
Siblings: Alan Devarhoe, 17
Other Family: [N/A]
History:
Johanna was left at a muggle orphanage in a small town when she was only a few days old. The only thing left with her was a note from her mother stating her birthdate, and her name, the note was signed 'Maria'. Growing up, she was never disliked by the other children in the orphanage, but she was never the most popular with them either. She was spacy, and would zone out daydreaming in her own world, instead of playing tag, and hide and seek, the favorite games of the other children. Johanna would read a lot, and started trying out what muggles thought was magic. After a while, she got good at card tricks, and slight of hand, and started trying street performance tricks, like juggling.
There was a pack of grey wolves in the forest beyond the high back fence of the orphanage. This pack would every once in a while, most often in winter, come up to the fence, looking for food. On one occasion, when Johanna was seven years old, she was dared by another child to climb the fence while the wolves were on the other side. It was the middle of winter, and the fence was slippery. At first, Johanna was fine, she had always had a good sense of balance, and was able to stand at the top of the fence, but as she started to try to climb down, the other children began to shake the fence. She fell on the other side of the fence, and at first the wolves stayed where they were, until, when approaching the fence to climb back to the other side, Johanna came too close to one of the wolf cubs. The mother wolf was thrown into a rage, and attacked the small girl. The orphanages teachers and other adults were called for, and they were able to distract the wolves away from Johanna, using meat, long enough to get her away from them, and through the gate. She was left with scars on her legs. Although Johanna never fully understood why, the other children who were there wouldn't come around her anymore, and eventually none of the other children, and some of the adults, wouldn't even talk to her. It wasn't until she was attending Hogwarts that it occured to her that something else must have happened to get the wolves to back off, rather than it just being the meat.
When Johanna got her letter to attend Hogwarts, the fears of the orphanage officials were confirmed in the worst way. She was told repeatedly that if she left to attend this school, she would not be allowed back. Obviously, she couldn't wait to go. Her view of magic at the time was still the muggle tricks she had practised, and in her view, she was already rather good at magic. This was what she was meant for. The fact that she wouldn't be allowed back into the orphanage didn't seem to bother her. Surely they would allow her to stay at the school until she could find a place of her own?
On the train heading to Hogwarts, it occured to Johanna for the first time that she might not be able to stay here after all. What would she do over the summers, when she couldn't go back to the orphanage? She had shared a compartment with a boy who called himself Alan, and ended up pouring her heart out to him, telling him her situation with not being able to go back. He assured her that she would be able to find something. Alan became her best friend and confident quickly. The two were inseperable, and she fit in well with his group of friends, even though he was a Gryffindor, and most of his friends were either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Any worry over where she would be staying over the summers was almost completely forgotten, buried under the thoughts of what a great time she was having, and her studies of this new kind of magic. It wasn't until christmas of her first year that she was reminded of her worries, and at the same time had them wiped away completely. Upon waking up she found a package at the foot of her bed adressed to 'Johanna Devarhoe.' It was a small package, that looked like someone had wrapped a card, instead of just putting it in an envelope. She was curious about it, but did not open it, instead deciding to wait outside of the Gryffindor commonroom for Alan to exit, and asking him about it. "Merry christmas" was the only answer he offered her, before pushing the package back toward her. She opened it, and found inside a set of adoption letters. It took her a minute to clue in to what this meant, but shen she did, it was the happiest she had ever felt. Alans parents, without even meeting her, had adopted her from the orphanage.
Since then she has done her best to be a good daughter, student, and friend, though there are times when her playful nature takes over, and she gets herself into trouble, just like any normal teenage girl.
||at least I've got skills[/font]
RP Sample:
Johanna remembered the first time she had walked through the barrier onto the platform. How confused she had been at first, until she had seen someone else run through, and decided, in childish delight, to try it herself. Now that she was in her sixth year, the same excitement was still there, but the novelty had worn off. It was no longer something special. It was just school. As amazing as this school was, and as much as she loved it, that's what it was.
She pulled her trunk behind her, her 'bag of tricks' slung over her shoulder, and she approached a bench along the platform. Her and Alan had been forced to arrive far too early, due to their parents needing to attend a meeting at the ministry. There was no one here yet, and nothing to do but sit and wait. Alan seated himself beside her as she dug through her bag, finding five orange rubber balls, which were normally used when muggles played street hockey. She began to juggle the balls, starting with small, patterned circles, hardly paying attention to what she was doing. "What time is it?" She asked after only a few minutes. This was the first of many times that she would ask this question.
