Post by cloe on Dec 20, 2008 18:58:08 GMT -5
cloe scarlett carrigen !
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Name/Alias: Jess.
Age: I am sixteen, but seventeen in like two months, so get ready for a parrrtttaaaay!
RP Experience: I've been rping since I was ten on very different rp sites, ranging from twilight to pirates of the carribean to harry potter. I've rped on both proboards and invisionfree, and like both! I currently run 3 of my own sites and assist in running another 2.
How Did You Found Us: Mia, she's be bestie!
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: As much as possible, I don't have to work for like a month now... i'm on holidays.
Other Characters: Cloe is my first!
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Character's Full Name: Cloe Scarlett Carrigen.
Nicknames: Cloclo and Clo.
Age: Fifteen.
Year: Fifth.
Canon or Original: Original.
House: Gryffindor.
Birthday: Fifteenth of January.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Blood Status: Half.
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Play By: Emma Watson.
Appearance: Cloe is quite average, standing at 5'4, and weighs about 110 pounds. She plays a lot of sports, so she has more muscle and very little fat on her body. Because of this, she doesn't have much in the way of a chest, but this doesn't bother her. She's still pretty lanky and skinny, so she doesn't look like she could beat anyone up in a fight. Her legs are extremely long and muscular, but good looking as they might seem to many males, she hasn't quite grown into them and she is prone to tripping over them at random intervals. Her torso is slightly short compared to her legs but this doesn't phase her much. She usually wears baggy black sweats on top of bright yellow Spongebob boxers and graphic tees when not wearing her school uniform. Her favourite one is bright green and it reads "Peas On Earth" but she has many other awesome ones that she buys at random stores. In her uniform, she wears her skirt about three inches above her knee. Her oxford blouse is never tucked in, and her tie has never, ever been tied properly. Her shoelaces are often untied, and her robes are rarely on her person.
Her face is round and cute, with round sparkly brown eyes in the middle and a small button nose. A speckle of freckles are sprinkled across her nose and cheekbones. Her lips are small and dainty, but they're usually smiling, and she has a dimple in her left cheek. Her eyebrows are not too thick and not too thin, but they are usually raised in surprise or when she laughs. She has a small scar right above her left eyebrow from running into a counter at age 5, which was fixed quickly by her mother but scarred from the young girl's constant scratching at it.
For pure function, her bushy light brown hair is constantly in a ponytail or messy bun. It's about down to her shoulders. Sometimes to spice it up, she'll add a plastic headband, but she can't head a soccer ball or play Quidditch with one of those! She grew out her bangs and her hair is very uncooperative. It is puffy and rigid, and Cloe hates it. She has always wanted perfectly straight hair, but unfortunately, she got wiry, coarse, puffy hair. She has been growing out her fringe since age 12, but now it just barely fits into a ponytail and often falls out into her eyes. This is quite annoying to Cloe when she plays sports and during the day you can often witness her trying to blow it out of her eyes and behind her ears with her breath.
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Likes:
- Quidditch.
- Sport in General.
- Hanging out with guys.
- Smiling.
- Her grandparents.
Dislike:
- Drama.
- Gossip.
- Most girls.
- Shopping.
- Talking about her mum.
Strengths:
- Good leader.
- Perky.
- Determined.
Weaknesses:
- Competitive.
- Bossy.
- Tendacy to be attention seeking.
Boggart: Seeing her mother dead on the floor.
Patronus: A kitten.
Personality: Cloe appears to be very perky and nearly always happy, except when she has flashbacks or people bring up the past. She tries not to get involved with all the gossip girls are always spreading, and hangs out with boys more because they're easier going and tend to be more accepting. People sometimes ask her if she's on drugs because she's always so happy, but she's a pure person and doesn't believe in that. She doesn't come from a very happy past, and although it sometimes haunts her, she has decided that it's better to live in the moment and not dwell on things she can't change. She has learned to appreciate every little thing, notice small details, and has managed to find a lot of happiness for herself. Of course she does have her occasional bad days, like any other teenager, but she has realized that being constantly miserable is not a way to live.
She's really dedicated to things she does, whether it’s Quidditch or friends or school because she is determined and if she sets her mind to a task, it is like trying to stop a tsunami: almost impossible. Sometimes, she can be stubborn to the point of complete disregard for anything but what she wants, and she doesn't care about the outcome of herself at all. She doesn't stop until she gets what she is after. She'll sacrifice her time to help you with anything, be it tutoring you in anything but Potions or just listening to a rant, she'll always be there for you. The word to describe her: loyal.
She loves to be the centre of attention or in the middle of things, and this leads to lots of trouble for her. However, being new at the school gives her a disadvantage because she doesn't know her way around at all. She needs someone to show her the ropes a little. Sometimes she can be a bit bossy, but she is a pretty good leader and enthusiastic enough to rally people together.
On the Quidditch Pitch, she is incredibly competitive, so much so that people think she might be slightly insane. When she's on the pitch, her one concern is to win. She doesn't believe in cheating, and the only time her temper comes out is when people cheat. Cloe loves Quidditch and she loves her team-mates. On the field, she's very coordinated, consistently excecuting very skillful moves to dodge Bludgers and usually manages to make nice passes to her Chasers. Off the field, however, Cloe loses any sense of poise that she possessed on the field, and it is common to see her dropping things, tripping over herself, or any other act of uncoordination. Often she just laughs it off, because of her high self-esteem.
Cloe is perky and patient, so she is rarely sad or angry, but if something makes her sad, she'll keep it inside. She does this because she doesn't want to admit that she has weaknesses. People don't usually see this side of her, but some of her very best friends are aware of this flaw. Sometimes she'll hold all her thoughts and feelings inside her and she'll hold so much in that she'll just have total emotional breakdowns. She tries her absolute hardest to stay positive and happy, but when she is forced to think about her past it is nearly impossible for her happy mindset to stay intact. When people ask her about her past, she often gets huffy and hostile because she really, really doesn't want to talk about it. It's too painful and it would be like admitting defeat which she never wants to do.
The only things that make her livid are cheating, being fake, and talking about her past. If someone is cheating, and it's obvious, she'll stir up some trouble with them and try to convince them to stop it and play fair. The reason that she gets mad at fakes is because she doesn't see the point in wasting so much energy on being someone you're not. Back home in Ottawa, one of her friends did that to try and impress a guy but just ended up heartbroken, so Cloe has learned by her friend's mistake and ever since, she has tried to stay as true to herself as possible, which gives her a large boost of self-confidence most of the time when she looks at herself in the mirror.
She typically likes everyone she meets, teachers or students, unless they're cold to her and unfriendly. Sometimes teachers can piss her off when they give you piles and piles of homework or when they pick on other kids, but most of the time she's all smiles. At times she can appear slightly frazzled and stressed out when there are loads of things going on at the same time, such as tests or important Quidditch matches, but most of the time she manages to balance her hectic schedule. When she can't though, the girl will barely talk until she finishes everything she has to finish. At times she can overwork herself, but she doesn't notice the physical and mental toll on herself until someone points out that she looks awful.
Cloe is quite a tough, determined girl. If you insult her friends, be scared. She may not look intimidating, but she doesn't back down, and will not hesitate to beat people up who have picked on her friends. So don't bully her friends, or you will feel the full wrath of Cloe. Back in elementary school, the crazy second grader took it upon herself to defend one of her friends who was being bullied by a fifth grader. She ended up with many bruises and a nosebleed, but hey, at least the older kid wouldn't be messing with her or her friends.
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Father: Oliver Carrigen.
Mother: Veronica Carrigen.
Siblings: None.
Other Family: Elizabeth and Peter Murphy (grandparents/legal guardians.)
History: Cloe Carrigen was born in Ottawa, Canada, to two loving parents, Veronica and Oliver. Soon though, things in the two parent's relationship suddenly went bad. Oliver was caught cheating on Veronica with a co-worker, and they immediately divorced when Cloe was fifteen months old. She can't remember her father, and her mother rarely mentioned him after the break up. The two bachelorettes lived in Ottawa for most of Cloe's child years. During this time, Veronica began dating another man named Bill, and they were nearly married. Unfortunately, Bill broke up with Veronica because he found out she was a witch. Veronica was so in love with him that this news was impossible for her to believe, and she went into a depressed point in her life when her daughter Cloe was about seven or eight.
Veronica was all ready for Cloe to receive her letter to the magic school in Canada, but some issues turned up. Because of her depression, Veronica had recently started smoking cigarettes. Cloe was too young at the time to notice, but her mother was falling into a downwards spiral that would never end.
Cloe, on the other hand, was very happy at school. She had made many friends, mostly guys, but hey? She was still extremely cheerful. Besides the typical homework problems and small squabbles of childhood, Cloe's life seemed to be on the right track. She was good in school, she had plenty of friends, she wasn't cursed in the looks department. Things just seemed to be getting better and better for her.
At age 11, Cloe was enrolled in the local magic academy and there she excelled. However, time without her young daughter made Veronica fall further down the dark hole of despair that she would never be able to get out of. Cloe first noticed that her mother looked extremely bad when she came home for Christmas in her third year at the school. Her mother looked unhealthy, way too thin, and had dark circles around her eyes. Cloe worried for the rest of the year, until the summertime.
When Cloe came home for the summer, an awful event happened the first night that she was home. She heard a scream from her mother's bedroom, and she tumbled out of bed and ran to her mothers room to see what was wrong. She opened the door to find her mom, lying on her bed with a razor in one hand and blood stains all over the covers. Her mom had killed herself. She quickly dialed an ambulance, but it was too late, and her mother was already dead.
For the rest of the summer, Cloe was extremely down and sad. The closest family members still alive were her grandparents, and they lived in London, so she was relocated there. Most of the time, she would just sit in her room, staring blankly at the walls, the horrible memory haunting her mind. Her grandparents tried to talk to her about it and it cheered her up slightly.
As well as moving, she was transferred to Hogwarts to continue her magical education. When she first arrived, she took her grandparent's advice and tried to stay as positive about her situation as possible, even though she was still sad. Although this situation affected her greatly, she has realized that she should live her life to the fullest, because it's pointless just to go around like a ghost or become an emo kid. She has recently decided that she wants to help other people in the same situation as her and, even though sometimes it's hard, keep a positive mindset and help others as much as she can.
Over time, she has managed to build her self-confidence up again, but has found that her grandparents are incredibly supportive of her and they are great at cheering her up. She can talk to them about most of her problems and they always manage to make her feel much better about herself. Because of this, she is incredibly grateful towards them and loves them dearly.
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RP Sample: It was a beautiful day. The sky was filled with dark and heavy clouds and the snow was falling from the sky, white, grey and beautiful. This kind of weather was exactly the way Cedric and his family liked it. No sun that burnt in his eyes. No need to explain why he was so cold because it was cold outside. It was a beautiful day.
Cedric had been at the school for some months now, and he was enjoying his last year at school. It was strange though, being back again. He couldn’t help it, but being here again caused him to think about the time he had been there. It had been during the muggle World War Two. Wow. That was a long time ago, really. 1943. When he thought about all the other kids at school, it was incredible just had little they knew from that time period. The Russian Revolution, World Wars: these were historical events that few knew of not just because they were muggle events but also because they were so far into history. People forgot. But Cedric didn’t. Cedric would never forget the year of 1944 and that cold, cold December.
The wind ruffled in his snow-covered head. His eyes were blank as he stared out over the lake. He had not really been prepared to be thinking so deeply over that December day. He had been trying to forget. However, forgetting something, as The 3rd of December would never be something he’d be able to forget. Every time he looked into the mirror shirtless, he was reminded of that day. The small scars that covered his torso and arms were only visible then. They were a constant reminded of what he could become, if he allowed it. He could become that monster. He could be that horrible, bloodsucking monster. Actually, he had been that completely disgusting monster, for two years a long time ago. Yes, in the past. He couldn’t deny it; he had killed people when his hunger had been too great for him.
No, Cedric didn’t really want to think about that now. There was so much going on in his life now, and the past was the past. It was the now that counted, and he was not the same bloodsucking monster. For one, he didn’t feed on humans, only animals. He was changed: he had to believe that. Cedric curled his hands into fits in the snow; he did not feel its cold. He stared out over the lake, enjoying the white wonderland. He hadn’t fed for two weeks and the Winter Ball was only a week away. He had plans going hunting with Leona tonight. He had to. His craving for blood had been increased the last couple of days, he even had to cancel one of his tutoring hours with Sirena because he was afraid of her well-being. He didn’t want her to get accidentally hurt around him and his craving for human blood, her blood.
Cedric was lost in thought and was, for once, completely taken off guard as he heard something that reminded him of muffled scream. The next second, someone was lying flat on their face only a couple of feet away. He looked incredulously at the person. It had been icy and frosty the last couple of days. Underneath the thin layer of snow was also a layer of ice. “It’s slippery here,” Cedric said to the person. “Are you all right?” he asked with a warm smile. Even though his skin was just as cold as ice didn’t mean he didn’t have a warm personality.
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