Post by Krinja Hunrio on Aug 10, 2011 1:58:33 GMT -5
Basics
Name:
Sophitia Roderick
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Desired House/Staff Position:
Gryffindor
Year:
Sixth
Race:
Caucasian
Magic
Wand Type
11 1/2" Black Laurel and Abraxan Hair
Patronus
Cougar
Favorite Class/es (1+):
-Care for Magical Creatures
-Defense Against The Dark Arts
Least Favorite Class/es (1+):
-Herbology
-Potions
Personality
Likes (3+)
-Music/Singing/Dancing
-Making Friends
-Honesty
Dislikes (3+):
-Lies
-Darkness
-Toads
Skills (3+):
-Singing
-Drawing
-Protection Spells
Weaknesses (3+):
-Needs friends (hates loneliness)
-Low stamina
-Naive
Character Description:
> Large mocha eyes were bright with happiness and confidence. Curtain of wavy chocolate silk fell near her lower back while styled in a simple pony tail. Two rebelious strands fell, reaching her high cheek bones. Fit body gave clue to athletic hobbies, but feminine curves didn't sway from her body. Her stride was strong and the bounce on her step was rather cheerful. Happiness almost radiated from the social butterfly. {11 1/2" Black Laurel and Abraxan Hair Wand}{16}
Personality/Beliefs Outline:
Sophitia is a social butterfly, and sometimes it can be a curse. Loving company she makes too many friends without knowing the real person, she trusts anyone and anything she sees. Confidence is something she's never had a problem with. She's a happy young woman, very loyal to her friends and will gladly will defend them until death. She believes everyone deserves a friend and so she will put herself in that position.
Background
Mother:
Jene Roderick, 58, retired police officer.
Father:
Hugo Roderick, 59, retired judge.
Siblings:
Only child.
Country of Origin:
Scotland
Heritage:
Half-blood.
History:
A muggle, a man, was running in circles in the middle of the living room, in his hands were shoes, underwear and pjs. His heavy Scottish accent was screaming. "SHE's coming! HURRY! To the car!" He was sweating, his eyes looked nervous and oh my it looked like he would faint! A heavily pregnant woman was laughing in the large chair that reclined, her legs spread and occasionally she'd take deep breaths. On older woman was making dinner on the back, trying to calm the poor man down. "Don't worry my boy, she won't pop perhaps until tomorrow. It'll be a while before she even goes to the hospital." Still he continued to panic until time came for the little girl to be born...
The baby was healthy, carried her father's eyes and her mother's hair. She weighed nine pounds, and was pink and plump, as any pretty baby was. She was born asleep, and wouldn't cry until she got slapped on her bottom, apparently a lazy baby. And that's how her preschool years were pretty much, she was satisfied with eating and playing, rarely giving any trouble to her parents. Her parents had began missing the little baby as she continued to grow, but they were unable to have any other children.
Thanks to their income, the lack of another family member and any major bills, she had pretty much whatever she wanted. Only when the time came for her to understand responsibility is when they stopped supplying her with whatever she wanted. She adjusted to the change rather well, learning responsibility and doing whatever chores was possible for a little girl. When the time came for school they chose a private school with a great reputation, and she did just fine. She had good, not great, grades. Her parents noticed though, that she preferred to participate in sports instead of wasting her time studying. They allowed it, using this to keep her grades up. No good grades, no sports.
Her years passed without much excitement, all the way up to year number eleven in her life that is. Her father had warned her, that because she was her mother's daughter, she would have powers and Hogwarts would send for her to teach her these powers and help her grow as a witch. They prepared with materials and uniforms, and an owl, not the cat that her mother wanted. When she got to Hogwarts she loved every minute of it, dreamed of joining the Quiditch team and disliked the studying part. She made friends and enemies, as any teenager does.
Name:
Sophitia Roderick
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Desired House/Staff Position:
Gryffindor
Year:
Sixth
Race:
Caucasian
Magic
Wand Type
11 1/2" Black Laurel and Abraxan Hair
Patronus
Cougar
Favorite Class/es (1+):
-Care for Magical Creatures
-Defense Against The Dark Arts
Least Favorite Class/es (1+):
-Herbology
-Potions
Personality
Likes (3+)
-Music/Singing/Dancing
-Making Friends
-Honesty
Dislikes (3+):
-Lies
-Darkness
-Toads
Skills (3+):
-Singing
-Drawing
-Protection Spells
Weaknesses (3+):
-Needs friends (hates loneliness)
-Low stamina
-Naive
Character Description:
> Large mocha eyes were bright with happiness and confidence. Curtain of wavy chocolate silk fell near her lower back while styled in a simple pony tail. Two rebelious strands fell, reaching her high cheek bones. Fit body gave clue to athletic hobbies, but feminine curves didn't sway from her body. Her stride was strong and the bounce on her step was rather cheerful. Happiness almost radiated from the social butterfly. {11 1/2" Black Laurel and Abraxan Hair Wand}{16}
Personality/Beliefs Outline:
Sophitia is a social butterfly, and sometimes it can be a curse. Loving company she makes too many friends without knowing the real person, she trusts anyone and anything she sees. Confidence is something she's never had a problem with. She's a happy young woman, very loyal to her friends and will gladly will defend them until death. She believes everyone deserves a friend and so she will put herself in that position.
Background
Mother:
Jene Roderick, 58, retired police officer.
Father:
Hugo Roderick, 59, retired judge.
Siblings:
Only child.
Country of Origin:
Scotland
Heritage:
Half-blood.
History:
A muggle, a man, was running in circles in the middle of the living room, in his hands were shoes, underwear and pjs. His heavy Scottish accent was screaming. "SHE's coming! HURRY! To the car!" He was sweating, his eyes looked nervous and oh my it looked like he would faint! A heavily pregnant woman was laughing in the large chair that reclined, her legs spread and occasionally she'd take deep breaths. On older woman was making dinner on the back, trying to calm the poor man down. "Don't worry my boy, she won't pop perhaps until tomorrow. It'll be a while before she even goes to the hospital." Still he continued to panic until time came for the little girl to be born...
The baby was healthy, carried her father's eyes and her mother's hair. She weighed nine pounds, and was pink and plump, as any pretty baby was. She was born asleep, and wouldn't cry until she got slapped on her bottom, apparently a lazy baby. And that's how her preschool years were pretty much, she was satisfied with eating and playing, rarely giving any trouble to her parents. Her parents had began missing the little baby as she continued to grow, but they were unable to have any other children.
Thanks to their income, the lack of another family member and any major bills, she had pretty much whatever she wanted. Only when the time came for her to understand responsibility is when they stopped supplying her with whatever she wanted. She adjusted to the change rather well, learning responsibility and doing whatever chores was possible for a little girl. When the time came for school they chose a private school with a great reputation, and she did just fine. She had good, not great, grades. Her parents noticed though, that she preferred to participate in sports instead of wasting her time studying. They allowed it, using this to keep her grades up. No good grades, no sports.
Her years passed without much excitement, all the way up to year number eleven in her life that is. Her father had warned her, that because she was her mother's daughter, she would have powers and Hogwarts would send for her to teach her these powers and help her grow as a witch. They prepared with materials and uniforms, and an owl, not the cat that her mother wanted. When she got to Hogwarts she loved every minute of it, dreamed of joining the Quiditch team and disliked the studying part. She made friends and enemies, as any teenager does.
