Post by ALICE ANNABELLE LONGBOTTOM on Nov 9, 2009 2:19:10 GMT
ALICE ANNABELLE LONGBOTTOM
FULL NAME; alice annabelle longbottom
NICKNAMES; dimples, pipsquirt, allie, ellie, longbottom
GENDER; female
AGE; fifteen
BIRTHDAY; june fourth
YEAR; fifth.
SEXUALITY; heterosexual
HOUSE; hufflepuff
JOB; student
BLOOD; pureblood
CANON OR ORIGINAL?; canon
PLAY-BY; selena gomez
HAIR; Alice's hair has changed only in length throughout her life so far. The color is hard to describe, as many factors affect how it appears to people. In a general sense, it is a very dark brown that usually appears black; in soft light, it's gold hues come out, while in hard light, a reddish-gold color highlights the thick strands. Wetness is also a factor in the color it appears to be; a generalization would be to say that the more saturated it is with water, the darker and shinier her hair appears. but then again, that's true with all hair, isn't it? Alice's bangs are parted at the right and fall from her hairline into her eyes; usually, some section of them is pinned up with a cute bow or barrette or ribbon. The rest of her hair falls down freely in ringlets, the curls thick and never cooperating enough to stay tied up when she tries to. She rarely applies a straightening charm to it, since it takes too complicated to do on a daily basis, but on special occasions she may. She usually, however, straightens her bangs quickly and easily. As for the rest of her hair - until about this past summer, the thick curls had reached their peak and went down to her mid-back, but upon entering her fifth year at Hogwarts, Alice felt that she needed to look older and more mature, and thus the scissors came out. So, after angling three mirrors, one of them full-length, to allow herself to see the back of her head as she cut, the petite wizard snipped off the long strands. Too late before she realized that the shorter hair made her look even more childish. The result was a head of uneven choppy layers almost down to her shoulders, but it didn't look bad so she didn't feel the need to go to a parlor and get it fixed up. And, although she preferred how she looked a lot older with the longer hair, she will agree that the shorter strands are much easier to manage. Now, a year later, it's grown a bit more; in the back, her hair ends a bit lower than her shoulder blades, while in the front it falls down a little passed her mid-back, the effect being that of an angled upside-down u.
EYES; The petite girl's most prominent feature would have to be her eyes - not because they're particularly beautiful, but because they're so expressive. They're wide and round, and seem to draw people in. Framed by long eyelashes, they are brilliant hues of brown, from amber and mahogany and russet, to chocolate brown and auburn, and sometimes even almost black. If one were to look closely, one wold find that, amidst the bright pools of brown, lighter speckles - in a color that could almost be called beige - dot her arises. Her eyes lay out all her emotions for the world to see - her eyes are, truly, the windows to her soul. just by looking at them, one would know what she was thinking.
HEIGHT; 4'10"
WEIGHT; about ninety pounds
TATTOES/PIERCINGS/BIRTHMARKS; n/a.
LIKES; daisies; rabbits; singing; cooking & baking; nature; hugs; sunrises; the color pink; sweets; strawberries; her family & friends; the scent of jasmine & vanilla; sunlight; animals; mythology; climbing trees; fireflies; adages; stars; snow; happy endings.
DISLIKES; rain; fighting; the scent of roses; violence; crying; feeling vulnerable & helpless; being ill; blood; darkness & small spaces; loneliness; death; thunder & lightning; storms; darkness; clouds; sad endings.
STRENGTHS; cheerful; loving; easy to please; is very intelligent; puts others before herself; helpful; retains a childlike innocence; determined to change the world; has pride in her family; brave and committed; thoughtful and sensitive; compassionate; friendly; has a big heart.
WEAKNESSES; too eager to please others; has an inferiority complex and thinks that everyone is better than she is; sensitive to criticism; clueless; will avoid confrontation at all costs; physically weak; a bit of a door-mat; lacks self-esteem; impulsive; wears her heart on her sleeve; honest to the point of bluntness; controlled by her fears; clumsy; stubborn; does not believe in herself.
FEARS; thunder, lightning, heights, failing, being a disappointed, never being wanted or loved, her actual father
GOALS; to change the world, to make her foster family proud, to make a difference in someone's life.
PERSONALITY;
HOMETOWN; a small village on the outskirts of london
MOTHER; annabelle brown, pureblood, deceased
FATHER; marcus brown, pureblood, works at the ministry.
SIBLINGS; n/a.
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY; neville & hannah longbottom, adoptive parents.
HISTORY;
NAME/ALIAS; pinky
AGE; sixteen
EXPERIENCE; about six years
TIMEZONES; eastern timezone.
OTHER;
SAMPLE;The wind was a soft, tender whisper through the night, brushing the young girl's cheek softly in passing. It came from the south, where the river lay, undisturbed in the darkness of the night, and went towards the north, toward which the small girl faced at the moment. Her dark hair blew lightly in the wind, the darkness bringing out its amethyst tints, and she raised a hand to push the strands back, only for them to be blown back onto her face. Bright violet eyes grazed over the layout of land that lay so peacefully below her, passing over each of the headstones the jutted out of the land in arranged order -- rows and rows of headstones beneath which hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of motionless bodies lay, with their unseeing eyes and still hands. So many beings gathered in this one spot... yet, none of them would ever again see day.
It was curious how Mirany had picked this particular night to visit the cemetery. It was far from a perfect night -- sure, there were stars glittering high in the sky with a sparkling radiance, curled in ribbons around the bright sliver of the waning crescent that was the moon. The breeze was neither strong nor cold, but carried a certain touch of potential energy, as if something great would happen on this night -- as if it needed to prepare itself. The sky itself was a dark curtain of velvety black, stars littered across its surface. Yet, everything was far from perfect, for the natural beauty of the night was hidden behind haze of clouds, and a mist had settled around the surface of the cemetery, causing the passing light of the moon to bathe everything in an eerie glowing light. So, why was it that the young girl had chosen such a creepy night to visit a place so depressing?
Even she herself knew not.
The night was calm, the quiet stillness and silence enveloping the vicinity of soul-less bodies, not with a serene sense of security, but with a smothering restlessnes -- as if something were going to happen, and the late night fog had done the perfect job of setting the scene. The moon and stars allowed just enough light for Mirany to see where she was going, but more would have been appreciated. And, despite the spectral quality of the night, it was a rare night -- rare because the light pollution from the nearby city of Tokyo didn't disturb the darkness of the night with its hazy fumes. No, the mist and clouds did that job just fine without help from the light pollution.
So, on a night so macabre, why would a small girl who usually disliked the night go to visit the cemetery on such a night? There was no reason for it: she had never known anyone who was now deceased -- well, anyone whom she had actually known. But maybe she had just felt the need to, or maybe she just needed to get out of the house, and this was the first place she went to.
Even if it was an eerie night full of potential horrors, and even if Mirany hadn't ever known her mother before she had passed away, she left her spot at the top of the hill on whose side the tombstones were placed, and traveled down the rows, picking up a small petunia that had struggled to grow between some bushes. Her mid-calf length pink boots made a small tap with each step she took, and the wind rustled the many gossamer layers of the white knee-length skirt she wore, until she finally stopped in front of one particular headstone -- one on which the name of her mother was inscribed.
Mirany knelt, placed the yellow flower in front of the headstone, and read the words that were engraved into it. They were words that she had read so many times that she had probably had them memorized by now. She had never personally known her mother, but now that she was gone, there was nothing Mirany could do about that, except honor her with a small petunia. Just a small flower for the life that that woman had given Mirany -- it seemed like a terribly selfish trade to Mirany. But, there was just nothing more she could do. Perhaps leaving the house in the dead of the night on a particularly eerie night would count for something.
Speaking of particularly eerie, just as the small Kurosaki girl stood up to leave, a cacophony of screams split through the air, and Mirany tensed, spinning around to face the direction from which it had come. Heart pounding in her throat, the small girl spun towards where it had come from and started running in that direction, acting purely on impulse, for there was nothing she could possible do were she to find some sort of monster there. Her curiosity only grew when a group of kids around her age ran from that direction, expressions of fear on their face, and along with it, Mirany's own fear grew. But she wasn't thinking, so she wasn't exactly aware of it at the moment.
She had reached the top of the hill by the time she stopped to catch her breath, but by then, the sound of the screams were far behind her, newly replaced by the caws of a flock of black birds leaving the area; Mirany shielded herself against them as they flew into the direction from which she had come, raising her forearms against their flurry of ebony feathers. And when they cleared up, the only thing left in their wake was a boy, sitting on the ground, staring at spot from which they had come. Mirany didn't know what she was doing as she walked over to him and held out a small hand to help him up -- for all she knew, he could have been the monster that had caused the previous clamor of shrieks and retreating ravens. But she wasn't one of judge, so, with her hand outstretched to him, she asked in a quiet voice, afraid of disturbing the sudden stillness of the night, "Are you all right?"
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