Post by Dorcas Renata Meadows on Sept 19, 2008 4:44:00 GMT 1
Character Full Name: Dorcas Renata Meadows
Nicknames: Dorky or Dorrie
Age: 19
Former House: Slytherin
Birth date: (Day, month) 31st of October
Blood Line: (Pure, Half, Muggle-Born, Squib, Muggle) Pure
Alliance: (DE, Order, Neutral) Order
One Word To Describe Your Character:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Likes:
Attitude
Aromatherapy
Good night out
Quiet night in
Cute Guys
Funny Guys
Bad Guys
Sweet Guys
Most Guys
Gentlemen
Speaking
Listening
Joking
Dislikes:
Spineless gits
Sloppy people
Sleazy guys
Pure-blood-mania
Being judged
Overall Personality:
Misleading. A person's personality is hard to have written out before you, but misleading is certainly one word that describes Dorcas' personality. Slytherin's are usually out for number one, looking after themselves first and usually just not caring about others at all. But Dorcas isn't like that. Yes she has the common sense to get away from a fight if one's brewing and there's a fear she could get involved in said fight, but half the time she'd be the one trying to stop the fight.
Dorcas is a lover, not a fighter unless necessary. Though a few harmless threats here and there never hurt anyone. Not really.
Like most teenagers Dorcas has a stubborn streak, however, this does not last long. She also holds grudges for about twelve hours before completely forgetting about them. Her memory isn't the greatest but she remembers what she has to and never forgets anything important.
Not having cried since she was eleven, Dorcas has given herself an image of being very strong willed and never backing down - something that ties in with her stubbornness, especially if it's for the right cause. Unlike most teenagers though Dorcas tends to listen to all sides of the stories before making any decisions on what she wants to do. The biggest decision she had to make was the choice between the Death Eaters, the Order or just staying out of it. Of course, staying out of it would perceive her as a spineless git and she hates spineless gits so naturally she is determined to pick a side. She could fall in either category but her overwhelming sense of right and wrong led her towards the Order.
Many aspects of Dorcas' personality changes depending on whom she is around and what situation she is in. Which is what happens for most people. When surrounded with friends and people she feels comfortable with she's loud and out going, determined, daring, untameable and flirtatious.
When she's around people she doesn't feel quite as comfortable with she can become a little more reserved and cautious.
When with people she holds one of her rare, long-time grudges against she can become bitchy as hell, snippish, snappy, rude, self-centered and pretty cruel. Though it is rare to see that side of her but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist somewhere deep down. Or sometimes just bubbling on the surface after a frustrating day.
Appearance:
Standing at five foot six inches Dorcas weighs in at around 115 pounds (eight stone two pounds or fifty-two kilograms 200 grams). A curvy figure and a few muscles gives Dorcas a powerful punch when she needs one - slaps are for amateurs too scared to break a nail.
Dorcas' nails are keep short and filed for when she heads down to the nearest Quidditch Pitch for a little bit of fun with some friends, she doesn't scratch anyone's eye out. She was on the house team when she was at Hogwarts and even now she likes to fly about on a broom every now and then, though not as often as she used to. Dorcas doesn't support a team but has a passion for the game itself, which is why her dark black hair is usually tied up and out of the way on most days so that if she gets the urge for a game of Quidditch, or just a fly about on a broom, her hair doesn't get blown about in her face. Though that rarely happens any more, she still has it tied back, just in case.
There's nothing more aggravating than when a strand of hair goes into her full, rosy lips that she usually covers with dark lipstick, or her dark brown eyes that she views the world through, usually accompanied by a light browny beige eyeshadow and mascara.
Her nose is just that. A nose. There's no little quirks about it, no definitions on it and it's well proportioned to the rest of her face. Not like some people you see that wander around with either an upturned nose, or a massive bulging nose. Nope, her nose was perfectly normal from her point of view. Just like her chin. She thought that was pretty normal too, rounded at the tip and giving her face a great structure at the bottom.
Her ears however were never good. A little secret that she held was that when she was about twelve, she had her ears magically adjusted so they didn't stick out so much. Of course, it was done over the summer holidays and by the time they were all back at school no one noticed. Or at least, no one said anything to her.
Dorcas has a slightly longer neck than most people, but it's not exactly noticeable. It's paler than her face but not significantly. Besides, the majority of the time she applies foundation down it as she does with her face.
Celebrity Being Used:
Catherine Zeta-Jones
History: (In-Depth, please)
Born to a Slytherin mother and a Ravenclaw father Dorcas lived the first ten years of her life in bliss. An only child, spoiled rotten but always taking her fathers advice. He kept her level headed as a child and she always did her best to make him proud. She was her daddy's girl and nothing in the world would ever change that to either of them.
At the age of seven Dorcas was inducted to a muggle primary school by her mother at her fathers request. Knowing Dorcas was showing magical abilities her father feared her going to Hogwarts, being placed in Slytherin and caving in to the pure-blood-mania they all seemed to live off of. Of course, her mother was an exception to him but really, they were just married now, they weren't husband and wife, they weren't lovers, they were just together out of habit, necessity.
Having grown close to many other children her age Dorcas knew she was always different to her peers at muggle school. Her parents who had always been open to her of what she was did impress the need to keep it a secret. Dorcas hated secrets, she believed them to be wrong, but as her dad had told her 'Some secrets have to be kept' and so she always kept what she and her dad called 'their little secret'.
Finally the time came and Dorcas received her Hogwarts letter. Both her parents were pleased for her. Even her mother who barely spoke a word, expressed how proud she was of her only child, and that coming from her mother, meant more than the world to Dorcas. It was always something she remembered and never forgot.
After the letter came it was time to do the shopping. Both of Dorcas' parents took her to Diagon Alley. They weren't a well off, pure-blooded family, but her father's job paid for them to get by and still have a bit of extra money left over at the end of every year for a special family holiday away to Europe or various places around England, Scotland and Wales.
While buying her first ever wand Dorcas' father slipped out to get them all an ice-cream as a treat. Dorcas could not have been happier. It seemed like they were a real family. Her mum and dad taking her shopping, the way it should be, she had thought to herself. Of course, when one is so happy, things rarely stay that way for long.
Having purchased her wand of Ebony and Dragon heart string, Dorcas had herself and her mother wait out side of Ollivander's for her father's return.
The sky so sunny and bright seemed to turn dull and grey in Dorcas' mind. Dorcas refused to listen to her mother who wanted to leave for home in case her father had been called to work at the ministry.
It was nightfall by the time Dorcas' mother wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl and steered her home.
Once home Dorcas ran to her room and left all the day's purchases at the front door. She threw herself down upon her bed and sobbed until she fell asleep - ignoring her mothers knocking and call for supper.
The next morning Dorcas woke feeling gloomy and upset, a terrible ache in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to see her dad. She knew he wouldn't just leave her like that. Not her. He would never do something like that to her. And she was right. She opened her bedroom door and descended the stairs to the living room. Her mother was in tears and there were two people Dorcas recognised from her father's work. Hit Wizards.
In the muggle world Dorcas knew Hit Wizards to be like police and knew from some of the stories she had read in muggle books that when the police visited your house, something was wrong. Her stomach lurched as she thought of her dad and she stepped into the room in her night clothes. Her mother took her into her arms, wiping back her own tears, half expecting Dorcas to be crying too.
Dorcas was told her father had been killed in Knockturn Alley. Surprisingly she did not cry. Dorcas knew there was something wrong with her father for he had not come back to them at the shop where they had waited. She had done her crying the night before and her red puffy eyes were proof, tear streaks staining her cheeks further evidence of her heartache for her father.
Her mother re-married when Dorcas had turned thirteen and like most teenagers at that age, Dorcas hated her new step-father. She had nothing to do with him and believed him to be trying to replace her father - no one replaced her father. Ever.
Seven years on at Hogwarts and Dorcas still had not shed a single tear for anyone or anything. She just can't cry. Try as she might not laughter nor sorrow could bring a tear to her eye and deep down inside of her it was nearly killing her, but she was learning to accept it. Not many knew she just could not cry and it certainly wasn't a fact she broadcasted to the public nor close friends.
Once Dorcas left school with her five NEWT's in the four core subjects (Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms and Potions) and another in Arithmancy, Dorcas went on to work at the ministry, training as a hit woman. The job was easy enough for her to get into because she'd had a summer job at the ministry the summer between her sixth and seventh year, and now, she does what she loves, though with all the increasing Deaths taking place, her training has been put on hold for a while so she can assist with . . yep, paper work.
Role Play Sample:
Silently Dorcas stood alone in her dorm, pulling open her trunk. the silence was broken as she shuffled bits and pieces around until she found what it was she was looking for. She pulled it out and took it out of it's little cardboard box.She threw the box back in her trunk and closed the lid with a slight thud. She slipped her little secret around her wrist like a giant bangle. Dorcas pulled the sleeve of her robe back down over it, shielding it from view. No need for everyone to see it
Slipping out of her dorm quietly she walked across the common room as usual. It was completely empty and she figured mos people were out on the grounds enjoying the sun, so hopefully she wouldn't be disturbed much either. If she was, she had her wand on her to sort out any disturbances.
Having left the common room Dorcas made her way around the Dungeons. Not many realised how big the dungeons were. They went on for miles and even she hadn't explored it all yet. Unfortunately every single corridor down here looked like the next so it was easy to get lost if you took a wrong turn. Even those that did know their way around the majority of the place, still ended up lost occasionally. You just had to keep going until you were found or until you came out somewhere you recognicsed.
Dorcas however knew exactly where she was heading and how to get there. The walk was uneventful and quiet. The only noise she could hear was the echoing of her heels off the stone walls, floor and ceiling.
Pretty soon natural light from the entrance hall came into view and she walked up one of the few stationary staircases in the castle. The natural light made her squint a little when it rolled up her body and into her eyes. She blinked and continued, the entrance hall practically deserted, only a few students walking from place to place, paying her now particular attention.
Continuing on Dorcas made her way up to the top of the grand staircase and sat in the middle of the very top stair. She took her little secret off from around her arm and placed it at the top of the stairs where it just sat, nothing happening to it, until she gave it a nudge and it fell down the stairs, one by one. The silver metal hitting each step as it gained speed and expanded further, taking two steps at a time. Dorcas grinned like and idiot and snorted as it reached the bottom and curled up as it had been before. Damn muggles made the funniest things. Flicking her wand the slinky made it's way back up the stairs to her, the way it had gone down. She laughed heartily to herself, ignoring the few students that pointed, laughed or threw her strange looks. She really wasn't one to care what they thought.
Nicknames: Dorky or Dorrie
Age: 19
Former House: Slytherin
Birth date: (Day, month) 31st of October
Blood Line: (Pure, Half, Muggle-Born, Squib, Muggle) Pure
Alliance: (DE, Order, Neutral) Order
One Word To Describe Your Character:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Likes:
Attitude
Aromatherapy
Good night out
Quiet night in
Cute Guys
Funny Guys
Bad Guys
Sweet Guys
Most Guys
Gentlemen
Speaking
Listening
Joking
Dislikes:
Spineless gits
Sloppy people
Sleazy guys
Pure-blood-mania
Being judged
Overall Personality:
Misleading. A person's personality is hard to have written out before you, but misleading is certainly one word that describes Dorcas' personality. Slytherin's are usually out for number one, looking after themselves first and usually just not caring about others at all. But Dorcas isn't like that. Yes she has the common sense to get away from a fight if one's brewing and there's a fear she could get involved in said fight, but half the time she'd be the one trying to stop the fight.
Dorcas is a lover, not a fighter unless necessary. Though a few harmless threats here and there never hurt anyone. Not really.
Like most teenagers Dorcas has a stubborn streak, however, this does not last long. She also holds grudges for about twelve hours before completely forgetting about them. Her memory isn't the greatest but she remembers what she has to and never forgets anything important.
Not having cried since she was eleven, Dorcas has given herself an image of being very strong willed and never backing down - something that ties in with her stubbornness, especially if it's for the right cause. Unlike most teenagers though Dorcas tends to listen to all sides of the stories before making any decisions on what she wants to do. The biggest decision she had to make was the choice between the Death Eaters, the Order or just staying out of it. Of course, staying out of it would perceive her as a spineless git and she hates spineless gits so naturally she is determined to pick a side. She could fall in either category but her overwhelming sense of right and wrong led her towards the Order.
Many aspects of Dorcas' personality changes depending on whom she is around and what situation she is in. Which is what happens for most people. When surrounded with friends and people she feels comfortable with she's loud and out going, determined, daring, untameable and flirtatious.
When she's around people she doesn't feel quite as comfortable with she can become a little more reserved and cautious.
When with people she holds one of her rare, long-time grudges against she can become bitchy as hell, snippish, snappy, rude, self-centered and pretty cruel. Though it is rare to see that side of her but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist somewhere deep down. Or sometimes just bubbling on the surface after a frustrating day.
Appearance:
Standing at five foot six inches Dorcas weighs in at around 115 pounds (eight stone two pounds or fifty-two kilograms 200 grams). A curvy figure and a few muscles gives Dorcas a powerful punch when she needs one - slaps are for amateurs too scared to break a nail.
Dorcas' nails are keep short and filed for when she heads down to the nearest Quidditch Pitch for a little bit of fun with some friends, she doesn't scratch anyone's eye out. She was on the house team when she was at Hogwarts and even now she likes to fly about on a broom every now and then, though not as often as she used to. Dorcas doesn't support a team but has a passion for the game itself, which is why her dark black hair is usually tied up and out of the way on most days so that if she gets the urge for a game of Quidditch, or just a fly about on a broom, her hair doesn't get blown about in her face. Though that rarely happens any more, she still has it tied back, just in case.
There's nothing more aggravating than when a strand of hair goes into her full, rosy lips that she usually covers with dark lipstick, or her dark brown eyes that she views the world through, usually accompanied by a light browny beige eyeshadow and mascara.
Her nose is just that. A nose. There's no little quirks about it, no definitions on it and it's well proportioned to the rest of her face. Not like some people you see that wander around with either an upturned nose, or a massive bulging nose. Nope, her nose was perfectly normal from her point of view. Just like her chin. She thought that was pretty normal too, rounded at the tip and giving her face a great structure at the bottom.
Her ears however were never good. A little secret that she held was that when she was about twelve, she had her ears magically adjusted so they didn't stick out so much. Of course, it was done over the summer holidays and by the time they were all back at school no one noticed. Or at least, no one said anything to her.
Dorcas has a slightly longer neck than most people, but it's not exactly noticeable. It's paler than her face but not significantly. Besides, the majority of the time she applies foundation down it as she does with her face.
Celebrity Being Used:
Catherine Zeta-Jones
History: (In-Depth, please)
Born to a Slytherin mother and a Ravenclaw father Dorcas lived the first ten years of her life in bliss. An only child, spoiled rotten but always taking her fathers advice. He kept her level headed as a child and she always did her best to make him proud. She was her daddy's girl and nothing in the world would ever change that to either of them.
At the age of seven Dorcas was inducted to a muggle primary school by her mother at her fathers request. Knowing Dorcas was showing magical abilities her father feared her going to Hogwarts, being placed in Slytherin and caving in to the pure-blood-mania they all seemed to live off of. Of course, her mother was an exception to him but really, they were just married now, they weren't husband and wife, they weren't lovers, they were just together out of habit, necessity.
Having grown close to many other children her age Dorcas knew she was always different to her peers at muggle school. Her parents who had always been open to her of what she was did impress the need to keep it a secret. Dorcas hated secrets, she believed them to be wrong, but as her dad had told her 'Some secrets have to be kept' and so she always kept what she and her dad called 'their little secret'.
Finally the time came and Dorcas received her Hogwarts letter. Both her parents were pleased for her. Even her mother who barely spoke a word, expressed how proud she was of her only child, and that coming from her mother, meant more than the world to Dorcas. It was always something she remembered and never forgot.
After the letter came it was time to do the shopping. Both of Dorcas' parents took her to Diagon Alley. They weren't a well off, pure-blooded family, but her father's job paid for them to get by and still have a bit of extra money left over at the end of every year for a special family holiday away to Europe or various places around England, Scotland and Wales.
While buying her first ever wand Dorcas' father slipped out to get them all an ice-cream as a treat. Dorcas could not have been happier. It seemed like they were a real family. Her mum and dad taking her shopping, the way it should be, she had thought to herself. Of course, when one is so happy, things rarely stay that way for long.
Having purchased her wand of Ebony and Dragon heart string, Dorcas had herself and her mother wait out side of Ollivander's for her father's return.
The sky so sunny and bright seemed to turn dull and grey in Dorcas' mind. Dorcas refused to listen to her mother who wanted to leave for home in case her father had been called to work at the ministry.
It was nightfall by the time Dorcas' mother wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl and steered her home.
Once home Dorcas ran to her room and left all the day's purchases at the front door. She threw herself down upon her bed and sobbed until she fell asleep - ignoring her mothers knocking and call for supper.
The next morning Dorcas woke feeling gloomy and upset, a terrible ache in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to see her dad. She knew he wouldn't just leave her like that. Not her. He would never do something like that to her. And she was right. She opened her bedroom door and descended the stairs to the living room. Her mother was in tears and there were two people Dorcas recognised from her father's work. Hit Wizards.
In the muggle world Dorcas knew Hit Wizards to be like police and knew from some of the stories she had read in muggle books that when the police visited your house, something was wrong. Her stomach lurched as she thought of her dad and she stepped into the room in her night clothes. Her mother took her into her arms, wiping back her own tears, half expecting Dorcas to be crying too.
Dorcas was told her father had been killed in Knockturn Alley. Surprisingly she did not cry. Dorcas knew there was something wrong with her father for he had not come back to them at the shop where they had waited. She had done her crying the night before and her red puffy eyes were proof, tear streaks staining her cheeks further evidence of her heartache for her father.
Her mother re-married when Dorcas had turned thirteen and like most teenagers at that age, Dorcas hated her new step-father. She had nothing to do with him and believed him to be trying to replace her father - no one replaced her father. Ever.
Seven years on at Hogwarts and Dorcas still had not shed a single tear for anyone or anything. She just can't cry. Try as she might not laughter nor sorrow could bring a tear to her eye and deep down inside of her it was nearly killing her, but she was learning to accept it. Not many knew she just could not cry and it certainly wasn't a fact she broadcasted to the public nor close friends.
Once Dorcas left school with her five NEWT's in the four core subjects (Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms and Potions) and another in Arithmancy, Dorcas went on to work at the ministry, training as a hit woman. The job was easy enough for her to get into because she'd had a summer job at the ministry the summer between her sixth and seventh year, and now, she does what she loves, though with all the increasing Deaths taking place, her training has been put on hold for a while so she can assist with . . yep, paper work.
Role Play Sample:
Silently Dorcas stood alone in her dorm, pulling open her trunk. the silence was broken as she shuffled bits and pieces around until she found what it was she was looking for. She pulled it out and took it out of it's little cardboard box.She threw the box back in her trunk and closed the lid with a slight thud. She slipped her little secret around her wrist like a giant bangle. Dorcas pulled the sleeve of her robe back down over it, shielding it from view. No need for everyone to see it
Slipping out of her dorm quietly she walked across the common room as usual. It was completely empty and she figured mos people were out on the grounds enjoying the sun, so hopefully she wouldn't be disturbed much either. If she was, she had her wand on her to sort out any disturbances.
Having left the common room Dorcas made her way around the Dungeons. Not many realised how big the dungeons were. They went on for miles and even she hadn't explored it all yet. Unfortunately every single corridor down here looked like the next so it was easy to get lost if you took a wrong turn. Even those that did know their way around the majority of the place, still ended up lost occasionally. You just had to keep going until you were found or until you came out somewhere you recognicsed.
Dorcas however knew exactly where she was heading and how to get there. The walk was uneventful and quiet. The only noise she could hear was the echoing of her heels off the stone walls, floor and ceiling.
Pretty soon natural light from the entrance hall came into view and she walked up one of the few stationary staircases in the castle. The natural light made her squint a little when it rolled up her body and into her eyes. She blinked and continued, the entrance hall practically deserted, only a few students walking from place to place, paying her now particular attention.
Continuing on Dorcas made her way up to the top of the grand staircase and sat in the middle of the very top stair. She took her little secret off from around her arm and placed it at the top of the stairs where it just sat, nothing happening to it, until she gave it a nudge and it fell down the stairs, one by one. The silver metal hitting each step as it gained speed and expanded further, taking two steps at a time. Dorcas grinned like and idiot and snorted as it reached the bottom and curled up as it had been before. Damn muggles made the funniest things. Flicking her wand the slinky made it's way back up the stairs to her, the way it had gone down. She laughed heartily to herself, ignoring the few students that pointed, laughed or threw her strange looks. She really wasn't one to care what they thought.
