Post by artemis on Aug 14, 2011 20:43:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] Audrey Amara Davis  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME Audi AND I'M CURRENTLY 17 YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE Gryffindor AND I'M A Half-blood. ------------------------------------------------- Basic facts: Birthday: November 5 Favorite class: charms Favorite color:light pink Favorite food:Buttermilk pancakes Favorite animal:Sphinx Likes: Music! sunsets, rain, riding a broomstick in a snowstorm Hobbies:singing, laughing, chilaxing, finding fun things to do with her wand, sliding down corridors in stockings at midnight(as long as she doesn't get caught) Dislikes:Sytherins, cuz they think they're better than everyone else; excessive homework, curfew, tapioca pudding, and people who complain about stuff that doesn't matter, like getting boils from weird plants in herbology or bites from weird animals in care of magical creatures, instead of the important stuff like a too early curfew or how you have to wear your uniform during all school hours. Dreams/Goals:She wants to work in relation with other magical societies outside Britain, she's just not sure what career would entail that exactly. Appearance Height:5'6" Weight:128 lbs. Body type:curvy and slenderish Hair:wood brown Eyes:ocean green Other:round, kind of plumb face. short torso and long legs. Skin:beige My name is Audrey Amara Davis. Amara was my mother's name. She died when I was three. Details have always been sketchy, but I do know it had something to do with an explosion. I was raised by my father, a muggle. He was a good dad and everything, but there are things only a mother can provide. There were times when I ached for my mother so much I could barely breathe. So many things I wanted to ask her, so many times I wondered; hoping, praying, that she could hear and see me. We had to move a lot. Dad said it was for work, but I knew it was because he was afraid someone would discover that I was different. I had difficulty keeping my abilities secret, we had some very close calls. I ached for her then too. I wanted her comfort, her guidance, on how to fit in a world in which I didn't truly belong. When I first went to school I felt even more alone, because I had never met another which or wizard before then. Things got better after a while, but then I hit the teenage years. It was then that I needed experienced female companionship more than any other time. Others helped, but I also had to learn on my own. My father told me he had always loved that my mother was a witch, and was proud that I had inherited her talents. He told me to never be ashamed of who, or I guess what, I am. It was my father's encouragement that got me through the tougher parts of my childhood and magical education, and I loved him for it. Alright, enough with the touchy stuff. I bet you're now imagining some shy, cute little dreamer child who writes poetry about birds or love or whatever and dreams of a world where unicorns and dragons coincide peacefully. Just so you know, that's not me. Okay, that's mostly not me. it's all true and everything, mum dead and a totally amazing dad, I just don't talk or think like that. And everyone wants dragons and unicorns to get along, they just don't obsess about it or even think about it all that often. And well, I guess I am kind of cute, dimples are curls and all. I'm kind of bubbly and giggly too, I've been told I have the cutest little smile and laugh ever. I like being happy, and I generally have a very sunny disposition. I suppose I'm kind of sweet also. Well actually, I'm very sweet, to be truthful. I've also been told that I make things like biting your nails or chewing on the tip of your quill look adorable rather than disgusting. I'm known for my weird little quirks. The worst is probably sticking the quill feather in my ear when I'm bored(I kind of, keep in there and stuff it in and twirl it around, it's kind of gross.) I like to talk too. Okay, that's an understatement, I love to talk. But I don't talk incessantly, at least, I don't think so. I think it comes more from the fact that I'm pretty lively and energetic, and talking is my way of constructively harnessing all that energy. And though this may sound contradictory to what I'm going to say next, I'm pretty good at cheering people up, putting a smile on even the most dismal faces. But, I'm not very good at listening. I kind of have this habit of laying out my problems without really noticing what's going on with others. Not that I talk about my problems that often; usually I prefer to engage in fun, friendly, even intellectual conversations. I'm not as whiny as you might think either. When I was younger I was pretty bad, but as I got used to not being the center of attention all the time(I lived alone with my dad for goodness sakes, I wasn't used to competition), I got better. I'm not like, self-centered, or anything. I care about my friends a lot and would do anything to help them, I'm just not good at noticing when the need it. But I'll be there, always. Like I said, I'm generally happy, sweet, cute; but I will fight for those I care about. I can be fierce and passionate when I need to be. It's like there's this fire in me that usually burns low, but when it's given the right fuel it explodes, taking everyone, including me, by surprise. There was this when I saw these guys steal this lady's purse, and I went up to them and demanded that they give it back, even though I was seven and they were in their mid-twenties(granted, i wasn't successful, but that's not really the point). In primary school back before I came to Hogwarts, I used to corner the bullies and demand that they give the younger kids their stuff back(I can't stand people who use their abilities to take advantage of others). But their been other times, other places. Sometimes there little things, sometimes there bigger and even extremely critical situations. But I've always been there, demanding and fighting for justice. Maybe demanded isn't the right word. I don't demand. I ask. I convince them that they as a person don't want to follow through with their crimes, or that they want to help and serve those in need. And usually, it works. I don't know, sometimes I feel like there's this part of me that's...hidden, even from me. And only when I'm faced with adversity does it ever come out. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED Artemis AND SITS AT 16. SHE LIVES IN THE Mountain TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO Rooney Mara, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED Artemis AND SITS AT 16. SHE LIVES IN THE Mountain TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO Rooney Mara, DON'T YOU THINK?
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I didn't reserve, though the name did come from the canon list, it seamed a little pointless since I finished so soon.
