Post by tizz on Nov 16, 2008 12:40:19 GMT -5
Lily Evans
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Name/Alias: Tizzy
Age: Seventeen
RP Experience: Will be four years in Feb o.o
How Did You Found Us: A New Evil Rises advert
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: I'll be on everyday really, unless there's something extremely urgent
Other Characters: N/A
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Character's Full Name: Lily Louisa Evans.
Nicknames: Lil, Evans.
Age: Seventeen.
Year: Seventh.
Canon or Original: Canon.
House: Gryffindor.
Birthday: January Thirtieth.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Blood Status: Muggle Born.
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Play By: Barbara Meier
Appearance: Lily stands at about five foot, weighing a mere one hundred and thirty pounds. From her head to just past her shoulders, she has dark red haired that is often in curls, or tied with a ribbon. It stands out well against her somewhat pale complexion. Her almond shaped eyes are a bright green, which were later inherited by her son. Lily is neither obese nor overweight, and appears 'in proportion' so to speak. During school time, she wears her uniform correctly, proud to be in the house of Gryffindor. She usually chooses to wear a skirt with knee high white socks instead of trousers, and is rarely seen without her tie. Whilst at home, or during the weekend, Lily wears her own muggle clothes, which also usually consist of a casual skirt. She favours bright colours, therefore most of her own clothes are very colourful. Her expression is usually that of a cheerful one, as she is rarely seen upset.
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Likes:
# James Potter, although she won't fully admit it
# Transfiguration
# Bows
# Bright colours
# Magic
# Hogwarts
# Most of the teachers
# Severus Snape
# Charms
# Potions
# Professor Slughorn
# Her friends
Dislikes:
# Others being upset
# Being called a Mudblood
# The fact Severus meddles in the Dark Arts
# Trouble
# Falling out with her sister
# Dark Arts
# James Potter, when he is being cruel
# Pessimism
# Bad memories
# People who show off
Strengths:
# Lily is good with her Potions, and often does well in her classes.
# Seeing the best in people.
# Wand work.
Weaknesses:
# The rivalry between James Potter and Severus Snape.
# Arguments
# Gullible
Boggart: Currently a large spider.
Patronus: Doe.
Personality: Lily Evans is generally known as a rather kind and gentle girl, who is often up for helping others in need. She doesn't mind going out of her way to do something for someone who deserves the help they ask for, and sometimes when they don't. She's also sweet, and usually succeeds in striking up a conversation or befriending just about everyone, or at least most those who aren't Slytherin.
Lily is also a girl who sticks to her principals, and only does what she thinks is right, without the influence of others. When she disagrees with something someone does, she isn't afraid to say so. She also proves herself to be brave, by protecting her friends when they need her, and defending someone in need.
Despite the fact she can be clever during class, and caring in general, Lily can be a rather fun person to be around, and has a good sense of humour. She has a laugh that goes right through someone, but doesn't often bother people with it, as they just enjoy the fact she laughs at their jokes.
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Father: Walden Evans, Muggle.
Mother: Mabel Montgomery (Evans), Muggle.
Siblings: Petunia Evans, Muggle.
Other Family: N/A.
History: Lily Evans was the second born daughter of Walden and Mabel Evans, born on the Thirteenth of January. Her parents were unaware that she was a witch, and brought her up as a regular muggle, along with her elder sister, Petunia. Lily spent most of her time reading books, or playing in the local park. It was there that she met the boy who would change her life completely - Severus Snape. She was completely unaware at the time, but the boy had been watching her for a while, understanding all the unusual things that she did whilst she was confused, yet amused by it all.
On one particular day in the park, Lily was with her sister, playing on the swings. It was at that point that Severus revealed himself to her, and they became friends. He explained to her all about magic, and Hogwarts, must to the annoyance and jealousy of her sister. Occasionally, Petunia would do things that sparked fall outs between the two friends, but they always seemed ok in the end.
The day of her eleventh birthday, Lily recieved her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, making her parents both proud of her. She was awfully excited about the whole thing, but slightly worried about her sister who constantly called her freak and complained about wanting to go aswell. On the day she boarded the Hogwarts express, Lily was quite annoyed with Snape for the rivalry between herself and Petunia, but soon got over it when they began discussing the houses and other things in relation to the school.
Upon arriving at the school, Lily was sorted into the Gryffindor house, and was somewhat dissapointed when her only friend at the time was sorted into Slytherin. After a while, she got to know some of the others around her, including the 'Marauders', which involved James Potter. She became extremely confused about him, and was quite fond of the boy - except when he took to insulting her friend.
Throughout her six years, Lily became skilled in things such as Potions and Charms, catching the attention of various teachers. The friendship between her and Severus was slowly decreasing as he became involved with the Dark Arts, and her confusion over a certain James Potter continued. Now she's arrived in her final year in school, Lily is attempting to set herself straight.
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RP Sample:
It hadn't taken Rita long to realize that there was nothing interesting occurring in the Leaky Cauldron, and had instead apparated into Hogsmeade, hoping that a story lay in wait for her. She'd spent her entire morning sitting in the pub that crossed between the muggle and wizarding worlds, hoping that someone of interest would happen to wander through and she could bag herself a little interview to hand into her boss by the end of the week. Unfortunately, her luck seemed to be running low lately, and the only people passing through the place were those who merely wished to get from a to b, which was quite irritating for the journalist. There had been one point when a hooded wizard stopped in the bar and bought a drink, and Skeeter had expected him to be someone important, instantly offering him a drink if he would give an interview. Turns out he was nothing more than a regular man with a cold. After giving him a mouthful for misleading her, Rita had headed out the back way and decided on wandering around Hogsmeade in search of a new celebrity of sort.
Upon arriving in the little town, the journalist had fixed her glasses and searched the place for the likes of Hogwarts students, hoping they'd supply her with some juicy information that'd grip her readers. However, it then occurred to her that it was merely the middle of the week, and all rule following students would be in their classes rather than wandering the streets. Forcing herself not to give up hope, Rita had then aimlessly walked through the main street, hopefully searching for alumni of the school, or anyone who might bare an intriguing tale to tell. Occasionally, the blonde would recognize someone and scurry to wards them, only to watch as they turned from her in an attempt to avoid questioning. Sighing in annoyance as yet another adult escaped her, she stopped in her tracks and began talking to herself silently. Honestly, It's only a few questions! What's wrong with these fools!" She rolled her eyes and opened up her bag, allowing her quick quotes quill to appear beside her, floating in midair as if it were her companion. Chewing the inside of her lip momentarily, Skeeter decided that it would be best to wait for something to come to her rather than going in search of it, whatever 'it' was. Turning on her heel with a 'humph', Rita headed to wards the Three Broomsticks.
Allowing her faithful Quill to follow her, Rita Skeeter strutted to the empty table near the back of the room, a look of annoyance residing on her face. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs and scanned the room with her dark brown eyes, yet again finding no one of interest around her. Sitting back on the cushioned chair, the blonde adjusted her mauve skirt before crossing her arms over her chest, still looking bothered by the lack of people around. Hearing a click beside her, Rita noticed that her feathered friend had fallen from the air onto the table, most likely from lack of writing. It was most unfortunate, but it appeared as though she was suffering for the lack of stirring news. She was in two minds whether to take her bug form and go in search of private rooms, but decided against it out of sheer laziness. Yes, she wanted a story, but no, she didn't fancy becoming a greasy little bug unless it was completely necessary. Plus, Rita much preferred interrogating her 'victims' by speaking, not eavesdropping. It was definitely more fun.
Yawning softly, the aggravated journalist began to consider where else she might find a story, which lead to her wondering how easily she'd manage to get herself into Hogwarts without being questioned by some idiotic, nosy teacher. Then again, searching inside the school walls would only bring her gossip that included school-girl information, such as who was dating who and whether Myrtle had flooded the bathroom lately. No one wants to read that rubbish. A though of interviewing a ghost occupied her mind for just under seven minutes, but was wiped away as someone began talking to her. Finding it awfully rude, Rita pretended that she couldn't hear, and couldn't care less. It bothered her slightly when people forgot their general manners, especially when they popped out of the blue and spoke to her when she obviously working hard. Her thoughts were important most of the time, and whoever the heck was talking to her now was interrupting her imaginative mind. Then again, could the person bare an interesting tale, and were they already telling her?
Tipping her glasses once more, Rita put on a false-yet-cunning smirk and motioned towards the seat before her, not caring about the conversation they were attempting to start. Cutting across them, Skeeter sighed and began to speak herself, her smirk only growing as her quill lifted from the table beside her. "Why don'tcha take a seat my dear, I'd love to hear what you have to say?" Praying that she wasn't wasting her time, Rita tapped her nails on the table before her whilst waiting for the other to take a seat, and hoping that they wouldn't simply walk away. Again with the manners? It would've been rude. Piping up again only seconds later, the blonde began to grow impatient. "Well, Are you going to enlighten me with your company and tales?" Rita asked, now looking bothered once again.
