Post by erinestabrooks on Aug 27, 2008 19:15:14 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Alexie
Age; Good Question
Location; Another Good One
Time Zone; AST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Erin Estabrooks [/size]
Age;[/b] Seventeen, Birthday January 2nd[/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Gryffindor
Blood;[/b] Half-blooded[/size]
Family;[/b]
Mother:
-> Lynne Estabrooks, born Kepler,
-> 46, born on March 31st in New York, New York
-> witch, attended the Salem Witch Academy
-> relocated to London, England at age 22
-> married at age 28
-> first child (Erin Estabrooks) at 29
-> homemaker,
-> used to be a reporter for the Daily Profit and worked briefly at a muggle news paper after her marriage.
Father:
-> Barron Estabrooks,
-> 50, born on December 5th in Manchester, England
-> muggle,
-> married at age 32
-> first child (Erin Estabrooks) at 33
-> real estate mogul,
-> enjoys collecting valuable pieces of art,
-> doesn’t care that his daughters are witches.
Sister:
-> Alexandra Estabrooks,
-> 15, born on September 9th in London, England
-> witch,
-> also attending Hogwarts in Gryffindor House,
-> they are the best of friends.
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Wand;[/b] Made from the white wood of the mulberry tree, it is ten inches long and has the uncommon core of ashwinder ash. [/size]
Patronus;[/b] Reflecting her personality, her patronous is panther. [/size]
Boggart;[/b] Her worst fear is death by fire.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Not one.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Neutral[/size]
Pets;[/b] Text here[/size]
History;[/b]
Her birth had been a well anticipated one, the newly married Estabrooks’ could not wait to welcome a pudgy little baby into their lives. They were doing the pregnancy the books, well one book, What to Expect When You’re Expecting. The quickly transformed the London town house into a baby sanctuary. There was no way the little bundle of joy would be harmed.
Baby Erin was showered with all the items any baby could ever want. Egyptian cotton lined her hand made crib. In the lavishly decorated nursery. One of her father’s most prized pieces, an original Dali, hung proudly on the wall against the delicate sky blue walls. Lap of luxury. Her mother quickly gave up her dream job in order to peruse a life as a full time mother. The bond that was forged between mother and child was never broken.
Company for little Erin arrived a year and a half later, her little sister and only sister, Alexandra. The sister quickly became inseparable. Once Erin was three and able to walk and express herself, she became quite vocal that she wanted to be the boss of the toddler. Her mother put her in charge of toys. The only thing a three year old can really be an expert on.
Regrettably Barron, had a very tiny part in the children’s life, always being away on business or taking care of one of the family’s other residences. It became apparent to Barron that his eldest daughter shared his passion for the fine arts. For her fourth Christmas Erin was given a finger painting set, she had a gifted eye for color. It was a talent that Barron nurtured in his daughter and by eight Erin was making Picasso-esque paintings.
Elementary school had been a breeze for the cute child, she had been the girl everyone wanted at their birthday party. Her mother insured that she was always dressed fashionably. Something Erin has kept with her all her life. Don’t expect her to ever look like a sack.
With a normal enough child hood, she wasn’t shocked about attending Hogwarts, she had shown signs of magical ability at an early age and her muggle father was well prepared for the news. Although Barron was disappointed that his little artiste would no longer be lighting up his homesteads.
Sorted into Gryffindor for her obvious leadership qualities and overall easygoing nature she quickly made a few friends and plenty of acquaintances. She excelled in classes like Herbology and Potions, but failed miserably at Defence Against the Dark Art and Flying. As for Erin thoughts on the Defaeco issue, she doesn’t much care either way as long as those incestuous arranged marriages don’t affect her.
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Appearance;[/b]
When you first look at Erin, you instantly recognize Barron’s features plastered onto her full face with angles that photograph well and then you see Lynne gorgeous dark hair and slender body. Her eyes are all her own though, no one is sure just were she and her sister got there dark chocolate eyes, since Lynne’s are green and Barron’s are blue; it is just a mystery.
Her complexion is clear and her eyes are just the right walnut shape, while Erin is not really one to toot her own horn, she does consider herself to be attractive and is proud of the way she looks. Not just another cookie cutter blonde.
Her sense of style is seemingly immaculate, she would never be caught dead out in public with unmatching clothes. The best way that her clothing can be described is chic. What an open word. But she truly wear it all, the pretty girly florals and the harsh high fashion cuts. Chameleon she is.
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Personality;[/b]
Miss Estabrooks is an extrovert through and through, while she seldom trusts people enough to let them into her world, she loves knowing lots of people. Now the gossip about them could really go away. She is often the life of the party with a larger than life persona. Erin commands attention and not because of her promiscuity.
A certain cockiness is always present with her, she is very prideful. With an over belief in herself, she often gets herself in trouble, or lets herself and others down when she fails. Fail, she absolutely hates that word. It is partly her parents fault, they let her believe that she could do no wrong.
Born a leader. She is well rounded and incredibly open to everybody, if you need a shoulder to lean on, or an ear to listen to your ranting, you need Erin. She might even hold your hair while you throw up in the toiled, she is just that good. On the outside, on the inside she could be thinking otherwise. She is just a bit judgmental.
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Likes;[/b]
Finding beauty in unexpected places
Boys
Art
Salvador Dali’s work
Reading
Her parents
Fashion
Her little sister
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Dislikes;[/b]
Quidditch
Hogwarts in a way
Sloppy people
Arrogant people
Lazy people
Snakes
Fire/Burning
Hospitals
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Model;[/b] Rachel Bilson[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Not really. I will probably add in her sister Alexandra at some point. [/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
The pain of the burn was slowly going away. Had she been home she would have rushed to the medicine cabinet about the toilet, and later the scold with some sort of topical gel. Fearing for a scar, yet another blemish on her pale peachy complexion. She could not stand having scars. Like a any normal child she had her share of tumbles falls and beestings, and the marks dotted her arms and legs as well as her stomach. At least she didn't have any surgical scars. Those were the ones that disgusted her the most. The neatness of them, they just looked so man-made. It was sickening, what could harm could be inflicted on people. They were so soft physically and emotionally.
Erin felt herself relax in the chair as she crossed her legs. What a lady. She was still garbed in the hideous school uniform she hated it and imagined the pleasure that she would get from burning it when she returned home from her seventh year if she managed to live past this minor burn. Now Erin was just over reacting. She should have mentioned it to the professor, when it happened rather than escorting herself to the medical wing. She just wanted the mark to go away and the she would have her peace off mind.
Absentmindedly she drummed her fingers. It wasn't making the situation any better. Her mother did this also when she was irritated or bored. It was a learned behavior, as a sociologist might say. Erin had multiple assignments due in the coming weeks, few she had even bothered to start. The DADA essay was the one that she was least looking forward to, she hated that class. No she loathed that class. Ugh, and the dam burn. Erin just wasn’t in a good mood as she slouched in one of the plush armchairs of the Gryffindor common room.
Erin could feel herself becoming angry and frustrated. She practiced the breathing exercises her mother had once taught her and she felt some kind of relief. It felt good to get out the frustration. Sometimes she just had to do that let it all build up and let it all go, she caught a glimpse of her sister out of the corner of her eye and instantly she knew that she could face the world. The way Alex looked up to her had often bothered her, the pressure of not messing up. As she returned to normal she quickly chatted up the poor student seated next to her of course absentmindedly Erin was still pondering the DADA paper.
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Name; Alexie
Age; Good Question
Location; Another Good One
Time Zone; AST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Erin Estabrooks [/size]
Age;[/b] Seventeen, Birthday January 2nd[/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Gryffindor
Blood;[/b] Half-blooded[/size]
Family;[/b]
Mother:
-> Lynne Estabrooks, born Kepler,
-> 46, born on March 31st in New York, New York
-> witch, attended the Salem Witch Academy
-> relocated to London, England at age 22
-> married at age 28
-> first child (Erin Estabrooks) at 29
-> homemaker,
-> used to be a reporter for the Daily Profit and worked briefly at a muggle news paper after her marriage.
Father:
-> Barron Estabrooks,
-> 50, born on December 5th in Manchester, England
-> muggle,
-> married at age 32
-> first child (Erin Estabrooks) at 33
-> real estate mogul,
-> enjoys collecting valuable pieces of art,
-> doesn’t care that his daughters are witches.
Sister:
-> Alexandra Estabrooks,
-> 15, born on September 9th in London, England
-> witch,
-> also attending Hogwarts in Gryffindor House,
-> they are the best of friends.
[/size]
Wand;[/b] Made from the white wood of the mulberry tree, it is ten inches long and has the uncommon core of ashwinder ash. [/size]
Patronus;[/b] Reflecting her personality, her patronous is panther. [/size]
Boggart;[/b] Her worst fear is death by fire.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Not one.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Neutral[/size]
Pets;[/b] Text here[/size]
History;[/b]
Her birth had been a well anticipated one, the newly married Estabrooks’ could not wait to welcome a pudgy little baby into their lives. They were doing the pregnancy the books, well one book, What to Expect When You’re Expecting. The quickly transformed the London town house into a baby sanctuary. There was no way the little bundle of joy would be harmed.
Baby Erin was showered with all the items any baby could ever want. Egyptian cotton lined her hand made crib. In the lavishly decorated nursery. One of her father’s most prized pieces, an original Dali, hung proudly on the wall against the delicate sky blue walls. Lap of luxury. Her mother quickly gave up her dream job in order to peruse a life as a full time mother. The bond that was forged between mother and child was never broken.
Company for little Erin arrived a year and a half later, her little sister and only sister, Alexandra. The sister quickly became inseparable. Once Erin was three and able to walk and express herself, she became quite vocal that she wanted to be the boss of the toddler. Her mother put her in charge of toys. The only thing a three year old can really be an expert on.
Regrettably Barron, had a very tiny part in the children’s life, always being away on business or taking care of one of the family’s other residences. It became apparent to Barron that his eldest daughter shared his passion for the fine arts. For her fourth Christmas Erin was given a finger painting set, she had a gifted eye for color. It was a talent that Barron nurtured in his daughter and by eight Erin was making Picasso-esque paintings.
Elementary school had been a breeze for the cute child, she had been the girl everyone wanted at their birthday party. Her mother insured that she was always dressed fashionably. Something Erin has kept with her all her life. Don’t expect her to ever look like a sack.
With a normal enough child hood, she wasn’t shocked about attending Hogwarts, she had shown signs of magical ability at an early age and her muggle father was well prepared for the news. Although Barron was disappointed that his little artiste would no longer be lighting up his homesteads.
Sorted into Gryffindor for her obvious leadership qualities and overall easygoing nature she quickly made a few friends and plenty of acquaintances. She excelled in classes like Herbology and Potions, but failed miserably at Defence Against the Dark Art and Flying. As for Erin thoughts on the Defaeco issue, she doesn’t much care either way as long as those incestuous arranged marriages don’t affect her.
[/size]
Appearance;[/b]
When you first look at Erin, you instantly recognize Barron’s features plastered onto her full face with angles that photograph well and then you see Lynne gorgeous dark hair and slender body. Her eyes are all her own though, no one is sure just were she and her sister got there dark chocolate eyes, since Lynne’s are green and Barron’s are blue; it is just a mystery.
Her complexion is clear and her eyes are just the right walnut shape, while Erin is not really one to toot her own horn, she does consider herself to be attractive and is proud of the way she looks. Not just another cookie cutter blonde.
Her sense of style is seemingly immaculate, she would never be caught dead out in public with unmatching clothes. The best way that her clothing can be described is chic. What an open word. But she truly wear it all, the pretty girly florals and the harsh high fashion cuts. Chameleon she is.
[/size]
Personality;[/b]
Miss Estabrooks is an extrovert through and through, while she seldom trusts people enough to let them into her world, she loves knowing lots of people. Now the gossip about them could really go away. She is often the life of the party with a larger than life persona. Erin commands attention and not because of her promiscuity.
A certain cockiness is always present with her, she is very prideful. With an over belief in herself, she often gets herself in trouble, or lets herself and others down when she fails. Fail, she absolutely hates that word. It is partly her parents fault, they let her believe that she could do no wrong.
Born a leader. She is well rounded and incredibly open to everybody, if you need a shoulder to lean on, or an ear to listen to your ranting, you need Erin. She might even hold your hair while you throw up in the toiled, she is just that good. On the outside, on the inside she could be thinking otherwise. She is just a bit judgmental.
[/size]
Likes;[/b]
Finding beauty in unexpected places
Boys
Art
Salvador Dali’s work
Reading
Her parents
Fashion
Her little sister
[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]
Quidditch
Hogwarts in a way
Sloppy people
Arrogant people
Lazy people
Snakes
Fire/Burning
Hospitals
[/size]
Model;[/b] Rachel Bilson[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Not really. I will probably add in her sister Alexandra at some point. [/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
The pain of the burn was slowly going away. Had she been home she would have rushed to the medicine cabinet about the toilet, and later the scold with some sort of topical gel. Fearing for a scar, yet another blemish on her pale peachy complexion. She could not stand having scars. Like a any normal child she had her share of tumbles falls and beestings, and the marks dotted her arms and legs as well as her stomach. At least she didn't have any surgical scars. Those were the ones that disgusted her the most. The neatness of them, they just looked so man-made. It was sickening, what could harm could be inflicted on people. They were so soft physically and emotionally.
Erin felt herself relax in the chair as she crossed her legs. What a lady. She was still garbed in the hideous school uniform she hated it and imagined the pleasure that she would get from burning it when she returned home from her seventh year if she managed to live past this minor burn. Now Erin was just over reacting. She should have mentioned it to the professor, when it happened rather than escorting herself to the medical wing. She just wanted the mark to go away and the she would have her peace off mind.
Absentmindedly she drummed her fingers. It wasn't making the situation any better. Her mother did this also when she was irritated or bored. It was a learned behavior, as a sociologist might say. Erin had multiple assignments due in the coming weeks, few she had even bothered to start. The DADA essay was the one that she was least looking forward to, she hated that class. No she loathed that class. Ugh, and the dam burn. Erin just wasn’t in a good mood as she slouched in one of the plush armchairs of the Gryffindor common room.
Erin could feel herself becoming angry and frustrated. She practiced the breathing exercises her mother had once taught her and she felt some kind of relief. It felt good to get out the frustration. Sometimes she just had to do that let it all build up and let it all go, she caught a glimpse of her sister out of the corner of her eye and instantly she knew that she could face the world. The way Alex looked up to her had often bothered her, the pressure of not messing up. As she returned to normal she quickly chatted up the poor student seated next to her of course absentmindedly Erin was still pondering the DADA paper.
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