Post by Ella Grace on Oct 29, 2012 7:35:35 GMT 10
Ella, Rider, GRACE
AGE: 15
BIRTHDAY: December third, 1999
BLOOD STATUS: Pure
FAMILY: Father works in St Mungos in charms research department and Mother works in the ministry as a transcriber in court cases.
WAND: 10 inch birch, very springy, Phoenix feather core.
BOGGART: Swarms of bee's.
PATRONUS: Fully plumed peacock
LIKES:
- Louder than loud music. The less she can hear you the better.
- Tight clothes. Screw those prissy uniforms
- Boys... or girls.
- Being told what not to do. Rules are made to be broken, this is just like people telling her what she should do.
- Attention. Just like you, except she can admit it. Get over it.
DISLIKES:
- Goody two shoes. She loves breaking the rules, but she hates being busted. Dirty rats.
- Skanks. And don't tell her to look in a mirror.
- Homework. Who even does it?!
- Her parents. Spoilt white girls have problems too you know.
- Rumours. So what?! She's worried about what people think of her. Who isn't?!
- Snow. Wet, cold and boring. Some like it hot.
STRENGTHS:
- Making other girls love her... you know, by putting them down and making them feel bad about themselves. So what?
- Confidence. They say thats what boys like in a girl... Among other things.
- Transfiguration. Everyones good at something right?
- House pride. Someone who is confident enough to promote themselves is good at promoting their house.
- Scrapping. The old fashioned muggle way. Who wants to remember all this dumb spells when you can just rip at her hair?
WEAKNESSES:
- Drama. Gossip is her worst indulgence and it gets her into trouble. A lot.
- Letting people get close. What a cliche.
- Festive holidays. Why does it make people so god damn happy?
- Boys. She doens't show it but she does fall for them pretty hard. If only there was some way she could get their attention.
- Charms. Making students perform spells in front of each other... Sicko's.
DETAILED PERSONALITY:
People don't usually want to get to know Ella. They look at her and judge the dirty blonde hair, the torn up jeans, the worn leather jacket. She's not poor or anything, don't you dare think it. She likes the look. She can party hard, its one of the two things she's good at (for the sake of the kids she isn't going to tell you what else she's good at). She can go all night. She is quiet adept at smuggling banned substances into the castle, alcohol being right up on the top of the list.
She ran of rails a couple of years ago. And yeah she gets judged for being so messy at such a young age but spoilt rich white girls can have problems too you know. She's an absent child her parents aren't around all that much to tell her what to do. Turns out that can really effect a kid. She has no idea what her dad does to make so much money... maybe its old family money, at any rate she doesn't really care, as long as she gets to spend it.
She used to be really close to her mum when she was younger, but she's just really busy. Supose it has something to do with the fact that Ella goes away to school all year and she had nothing else to do. She works with kids in a sitting service, maybe it reminds her of the times she had with Ella when she was younger and a model little child.
At any rate Ella likes who she is. So much so that she considers herself to be her closest friend. She lives in her head a lot... because it really is better than living in the real world.
PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS:
Ella dragged her trunk behind her. How undignified... No help, no trolley... Not even any parents to carry her things for her. Oh well, never mind. She held her head high and straitened her stance. Act confident and the world will think you are. Her mantra. She strutted down the platform, it was almost as if people where clearing a space for her, but in actuality she had subconsciously chosen a path that gave that appearance. She was never seen awkwardly moving her self around others or tripping over things. Ella was a lot of things, but awkward was not one of them.
She wanted to get onto the train as fast as she could, she really could not be bothered with these younger students with their haywire spells messing up her hair. She dropped her trunk where she was standing. She learnt by third year that if you just leave your trunk in the middle of the platform that somebody else would put it on the train for you. Hey presto instant service. She flounced away with no doubt that it would appear in her dorm room like it had the last two years.
