Post by Amy Heffernan on Dec 15, 2005 23:07:13 GMT -5
Name: Amy Lynne Heffernan
Nicknames: Aimes
Age: 15
Blood: Half-Blood
Birthday: September 15th, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: None, other than a killer intuition.
Personality (At least 1 paragraph):
Amy has an incredibly bright and witty persona. Never timid, she always loves to be the center of attention, but at the same time, knows when to be reserved. Shes headstrong and opinionated, with a front of fearlessness. She doesn't like to show weakness, but often wears her heart on her sleeve, and looks for love in the wrong places. A bit of a rebel, with a touch of a party girl persona, mix in a love of Quidditch and a firey, sharp wit, and you get Amy. She never gives up, and never gives in. She has a killer intuition and always goes with her gut.
Personal History (2 paragraphs):
She was born into a very conservative household. Her mother was a stay at home mom with a secret...she just happened to be a witch. Her father was a muggle business man. The two met at a coffee shop, and they fell instantly in love. They married two years into their relationship, and in the next year, Amy's brother Joshua was born, and another three years later, Amy was born. When she was ten years old, her father found out about her mother being a witch, and totally freaked out. He left for America-California to be exact- taking Josh and Amy's younger sister Katalina with him. Amy, having shown powers, was shunned by her father for several years before he wanted to have a relationship with her. Her and her mother moved into a small flat in London, and lived a happy life as two best friends.
When she started Hogwarts, Amy was sorted into Gryffindor, and instantly made friends...okay, so it wasn't the sort of instant friends...it was more like...well, it took a few weeks to get people used to her. She supposed that she was somewhat obnocious to most. But after a while, she grew on people.
Appearance (1 paragraph and/or picture):
Amy is outlandishly pretty, but doesn't seem to think so herself. She is most comfortable in sweats and a ponytail, and is a bit of a tomboy at times. She loves to play Quiddtich, so her body is athletic. She stands a good 5'7" and holds herself with confidence. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, which is a complete contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes are a honey brown colour and they light up when she is somewhat excited. She has a bright smile that shows off her dimples, and seems to smile a whole lot...seriously.
Hobbies:
Quidditch, Cheerleading in the summer, Playing sports, Boys...shopping, normal sixteen year old girl stuff. She loves to have her friends over, and she loves music. But two of her most favorite pasttimes are watching horror movies and...writing. She loves to write anything and everything, from songs to poems, to stories, to just writing in her journal.
Likes:
Candy
Smiling
Dressing up
Dancing
Quidditch
Writing
Drawing
Music
Dislikes:
Smokers
Health food
Death Eaters
Role play Sample: [Like normal...being lazy. Tell me if you want one for this charrie]
Yes, the shrieking shack was a strange place to meet up for a date, but there was a novelty that she loved about the place, and not many people visited it anymore anyways. Yes, she was actually going on a date with Sirius Black, but that was besides the point. They had decided that they would meet up, rather than go together, as she had some things she needed to get done in the village. It was strange, that she was actually a bit nervous, because this was a real date, not just a fling, maybe the start of something. Maybe the realization that things aren't as they seem, maybe something completely pointless and a waste of time. She really didn't know what to expect.
It was cold outside, because hey... October in England...pretty cold. There wasn't snow yet, but she assumed in the coming weeks there would be, maybe even by Halloween, but it was already halfway through, and another two weeks till Halloween, which happened to be her favorite of all the holidays. There was a total commercialism to it that she hated, but at the same time, she loved the history and culture behind it, so what was to say that she shouldn't love it. It had nothing to do with dressing up or candy for her, and everything to do with history and a long tradition.
So she waited, a few minutes earlier than she should've been there, but she looked around nonetheless, getting more and more nervous by the second, although as he got here she thought that the feeling might quell. Today she wore simple low rise jeans, that she actually loved to death, as they were ripped at the knees and flared out. She wore high heeled boots, black obviously. Her shirt was a simple white turtleneck with a white puffed vest, perfect cuteness for a date, and a casual one at that. Her hair was down in curls, as she normally wore it straight, she thought she'd change it up. That was what he did to her, she wanted to surprise him. Her hair was naturally wavvy as it was now, so she was excited to not have to do much but blow dry it-magically-today. It was safe to say she felt self confident, and perfect to the t...now all she had to do was get through the date and see where that left her in all of this meaningless emotion as her father would call it.
Her father, a no nonsense kind of man would discourage her from even dating in the first place, and maybe that was the root of her problems and the cause of her reputation.
savvy?
Nicknames: Aimes
Age: 15
Blood: Half-Blood
Birthday: September 15th, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: None, other than a killer intuition.
Personality (At least 1 paragraph):
Amy has an incredibly bright and witty persona. Never timid, she always loves to be the center of attention, but at the same time, knows when to be reserved. Shes headstrong and opinionated, with a front of fearlessness. She doesn't like to show weakness, but often wears her heart on her sleeve, and looks for love in the wrong places. A bit of a rebel, with a touch of a party girl persona, mix in a love of Quidditch and a firey, sharp wit, and you get Amy. She never gives up, and never gives in. She has a killer intuition and always goes with her gut.
Personal History (2 paragraphs):
She was born into a very conservative household. Her mother was a stay at home mom with a secret...she just happened to be a witch. Her father was a muggle business man. The two met at a coffee shop, and they fell instantly in love. They married two years into their relationship, and in the next year, Amy's brother Joshua was born, and another three years later, Amy was born. When she was ten years old, her father found out about her mother being a witch, and totally freaked out. He left for America-California to be exact- taking Josh and Amy's younger sister Katalina with him. Amy, having shown powers, was shunned by her father for several years before he wanted to have a relationship with her. Her and her mother moved into a small flat in London, and lived a happy life as two best friends.
When she started Hogwarts, Amy was sorted into Gryffindor, and instantly made friends...okay, so it wasn't the sort of instant friends...it was more like...well, it took a few weeks to get people used to her. She supposed that she was somewhat obnocious to most. But after a while, she grew on people.
Appearance (1 paragraph and/or picture):
Amy is outlandishly pretty, but doesn't seem to think so herself. She is most comfortable in sweats and a ponytail, and is a bit of a tomboy at times. She loves to play Quiddtich, so her body is athletic. She stands a good 5'7" and holds herself with confidence. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, which is a complete contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes are a honey brown colour and they light up when she is somewhat excited. She has a bright smile that shows off her dimples, and seems to smile a whole lot...seriously.
Hobbies:
Quidditch, Cheerleading in the summer, Playing sports, Boys...shopping, normal sixteen year old girl stuff. She loves to have her friends over, and she loves music. But two of her most favorite pasttimes are watching horror movies and...writing. She loves to write anything and everything, from songs to poems, to stories, to just writing in her journal.
Likes:
Candy
Smiling
Dressing up
Dancing
Quidditch
Writing
Drawing
Music
Dislikes:
Smokers
Health food
Death Eaters
Role play Sample: [Like normal...being lazy. Tell me if you want one for this charrie]
Yes, the shrieking shack was a strange place to meet up for a date, but there was a novelty that she loved about the place, and not many people visited it anymore anyways. Yes, she was actually going on a date with Sirius Black, but that was besides the point. They had decided that they would meet up, rather than go together, as she had some things she needed to get done in the village. It was strange, that she was actually a bit nervous, because this was a real date, not just a fling, maybe the start of something. Maybe the realization that things aren't as they seem, maybe something completely pointless and a waste of time. She really didn't know what to expect.
It was cold outside, because hey... October in England...pretty cold. There wasn't snow yet, but she assumed in the coming weeks there would be, maybe even by Halloween, but it was already halfway through, and another two weeks till Halloween, which happened to be her favorite of all the holidays. There was a total commercialism to it that she hated, but at the same time, she loved the history and culture behind it, so what was to say that she shouldn't love it. It had nothing to do with dressing up or candy for her, and everything to do with history and a long tradition.
So she waited, a few minutes earlier than she should've been there, but she looked around nonetheless, getting more and more nervous by the second, although as he got here she thought that the feeling might quell. Today she wore simple low rise jeans, that she actually loved to death, as they were ripped at the knees and flared out. She wore high heeled boots, black obviously. Her shirt was a simple white turtleneck with a white puffed vest, perfect cuteness for a date, and a casual one at that. Her hair was down in curls, as she normally wore it straight, she thought she'd change it up. That was what he did to her, she wanted to surprise him. Her hair was naturally wavvy as it was now, so she was excited to not have to do much but blow dry it-magically-today. It was safe to say she felt self confident, and perfect to the t...now all she had to do was get through the date and see where that left her in all of this meaningless emotion as her father would call it.
Her father, a no nonsense kind of man would discourage her from even dating in the first place, and maybe that was the root of her problems and the cause of her reputation.
savvy?