Post by havannah on Nov 15, 2008 20:38:50 GMT -5
{ havannah longbottom .
and we know it’s never simple, never easy
never a clean break, no one here to save me.
and we know it’s never simple, never easy
never a clean break, no one here to save me.
{ THE PLAYER .
who pulls the strings.
who pulls the strings.
Alias: danielle
Age: fifteen
How did you find this site: ad on Sixteen Years Later. =)
Any other characters: nope
{ THE CHARACTER .
quick info.
quick info.
Character's Full Name: havannah amena longbottom
Age seventeen
Year seventh
House: ravenclaw
Job student
Blood Line: pureblood
{ THE LOOKS .
what you look like.
what you look like.
Hair:
Her hair is brown like her father's. It's normally straight, or wavy, and is only up when she's having a 'bad' hair day
Eyes:
Chocolate Brown, like her fathers. She's never sure if she likes the color, but she's lived with it fine this far.
Skin:
Tan, but rosy-cheeked like her mother. She's never one to get nervous, or so she says, but the tinge of red on her cheeks could prove otherwise.
General Appearance :
Although only eighteen, the blossoming brunette stands at five feet and seven inches. In her eyes it's far too tall, and far too noticeable, a skyscraper in her own shoes. Of course in reality it isn't as tall as some would believe and she's rather overextending when she speaks of it. Her weight is something that's always been iffy, with her, always wavering from above or below normal. It's something she's been suffering with for years, and she's finally getting a handle over it now as she goes into adulthood.
Her tanner complexion is something that people would first take notices of, simply because there isn't much sun in her hometown of London. But she'd always lived in London, she's just born that way. The blush in her cheeks isn't out of nerves or embarrassment, but simply there because her mother was the same way. Her brown hair is what she likes to describe as a rich dark chocolate, that matches quite fondly with her golden brown eyes. Oval shaped, with long eyelashes, was always something envied back at home, and even to this day, although it's hardly spoken of. Her brown locks are around shoulder length, something simple for a girl her age, and always straight, if not wavy.
{ THE PERSONALITY .
inside is what counts.
inside is what counts.
Patronus:
Her patronus takes the form of a dove. Simple and sweet, but if messed with can attack. The memory she channels to reach her patronus is her acceptance to Hogwarts. Her parents had never been as please with her as they were when she was accepted into the school they too called their own way back when. Havannah is always trying to please them.
Mirror of Erised:
Havannah is a simple girl, and with her simpleness and easy to please attitude, she has small dreams, but dreams none the less. She'd love more then anything to be in love, and happy. She's love the chance to travel the world, and then be able to come home to make a small family with the man she loves.
Personality [Atleast two paragraphs]:
On the outside she's your normal brown hair, brown eyed goddess, but inside she's far from the materialistic type of girl. She's far too odd to even start thinking that money's something she needs to be happy, despite some of her friend's point of view. She has that fire inside of her that just eggs her on, makes her move, and tells her to spread her ideas. She's a girl with hear, and most of those said people seem to come equipped with witty banter, and smarts that could kill, and Hav, she doesn't fall short form this category. If someone says something she doesn't like, she'll be the first to tell you. If you're wrong, and she knows it, she'll call you out on it. She's far from shy, and even farther from stuck up.
Of course she loves the idea of being a dork, because honestly, she is. She'll act like a complete goof around her friends, and in public, it doesn’t bother her. She's a lively character, who could care less of what everyone around her thinks. Sure she hears them, takes in what they say, but she know at the end of the day it's her decision on what she does, and she'll make it according to what she wants, and what she needs.
Of course, Havannah is the girl that'll laugh when no one else is, the kind of girl who with just dance in public, because she knows life isn't something that can be taken for granted, it's something you need to live to its potential. She has dreaminess about her, with no chance of changing. She's one stubborn prick at times, and getting through to her is like trying to keep a two year old still in honeydukes, it's just not possible. She does however know what her limits are. She knows the limits of those around her, and when deciding something, she keeps them in mind as well. But other then that, Havi is just your normal bookworm.
But with Havannah comes another side, one that is seen more by her parents, people who are to high class to even think of putting her down. She's excelling, and involved in witchcraft, both dark and light. She's a beautiful girl, and her parents like that. But Hav isn't amused with it dark arts, nor does she want to travel down that path entirely. She's a person pleaser, doing what her parents like, but she knows when to say no, most of the time.
Good Traits :
If there was any word, any word at all to describe Havannah it would be approachable. Although she had a few rough and mean years, she has grew out of that stage by fifth year, and made her way into the idea of being an adult. She's a bubbly bright girl, who's usually bopping around and chatting it up. It's really a great persona to take on, in her own opinion. She'd always been a great listener as a student, taking in and absorbing what she needed to pass in her year, but she's also a natural born speaker and could project much more then she truly did. She has confidence that could set a room on fire, and she knows that that is something she never wants to loose.
Bad Traits :
Havannah is that hopeless romantic, with ideas and and thoughts that probably aren't even healthy for a girl of eighteen to be thinking about. Those silly love stories she's always reading have captured her heart, that's now present on her sleeve. Which in her mind isn't exactly a good thing, and she tries her best to cover up feelings that could later be used against her. She's also an opinionated girl, with ambition to do go, but not a firm idea on exactly what that is. Havannah, being so opinionated, has to be o the lookout of what exactly it is she says. She doesn't need to upset people. She also has far to much stubbornness in her, and once she sets her mind on things she doesn't back down, (almost to the point of stupidity). Havannah, being in Ravenclaw, also makes her a bit of a perfectionist, and although it's a good trait at times, it's never good to overanalyze so much.
Favorite/Best Subject:
Defense Against the Dark Arts,
Hated/Worst Subject:
Herbology
(her father being the professor means she's seen more then enough plants to make her sick)
{ THE PAST .
way back when.
way back when.
Family Members:
Neville Longbottom - father
Hannah Longbottom [nee Abbott] -mother
Family History:
Neville Longbottom, although a shy Gryffindor boy in his first year, drmaticially played a large part in the history of the battle, helping both Harry and the others in the battle. The Lngbottom family however was a bit scratched and burned, simply because of the death of his parents, by the Death Eaters. Ever since then Neville had lived with his Grandmother, until attending Hogwarts. Hannah Abbott, had been a shy Hufflepuff girl, and overtime the pair had grown together, creating their lives together and the forming it around Havannah.
Personal History :
January 21 marked a new date in the Longbottom line for a baby girl was born to the two proud parents, Hannah and Neville. They weren't an unlikely pair, you see, and when they had chosen to get married, they'd been inseparable. They' fallen in love over time of course, a simple story, one Havannah loved to hear, but never figured she'd experience it for herself. That didn't matter however because that was her parents story and she would have one of her own.
She wasn't a shy baby, and by the time she was two she was already putting together phrases and sentences, that would prove impossible for others. She was one to grow up quickly, and sat unmoving to a majority of the problems in her life. Her parents of course were busy, but they had given her something else, and that was close family ties to the Potters and Weasleys. She was no longer the baby or the light, but she hadn't minded. She continued to live on, just thankful to have someone to play around with.
Then came the time when Havannah was of age to attend Hogwarts. She had gotten her letter in August, and couldn't have been more thrilled. Havannah missed everyone while she was in school, and proved to write letters to all three weekly. She wasn't one to let distance get in the way. She told them of her sorting, of her housemates, of her friends, and anything else that was on her mind. That was seven years ago, however, and now at seventeen and just spiking into an adult, she's growing quite aware of everything and everyone around her. Aside from that only a few of the children she grew up with are here, and although she had her own friends and life, she lovesd spending at least a decent amount of time with them, now a majority of the group is gone.
{ THE END .
curtain call.
curtain call.
Role Playing Example :
Some would battle that winter was the worst season of them all. The weather was horrendous, and the holiday's despicable, not to mention bustling. Some would go on to complain over the insignificant attitudes and things that didn't matter much in life, simply because they didn't like that something or someone. There were many things that people didn't like in life, things that brought them down and made them suffer. Many would say that change was the main cause of all of it. Brianna Weasley, however, would argue much differently when it came to a case like this.
If there was any girl, no person, out there who liked the winter time, the holidays, or the cold, better then herself she'd bee morally surprised. Sure it left you shivering, and cold, as well as busy and occupied. However there were good things that could keep you going in the holiday time, or just plain winter, the good things that left the Hufflepuff smiling. There was the hot chocolate, and the gift giving. There were the family ties, and the friends that just made you smile. There were snowball fights, and strolls in the snowflakes as they caught your hair. There was that final chance to go home for the winter break so you could catch up with your loved ones, and finally there was getting warmth of the fire.
So it was safe to say that there was nothing keeping Brianna from going out on the Hogsmeade trip. It was her seventh year after all and she wasn't going to miss out on anything, she wouldn't allow herself. None of her friends were going, however, which meant she'd have to occupy herself else where. She didn't mind, she was a sociable girl, and made friends where she walked. Besides it would also prove to be a worthy time to get some shopping in. True, it was only November, but that didn't mean she couldn't get a head start, and without her friends, it would make it easy to buy for them. So the seventeen year old had set off around noon, her Hufflepuff scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, her sweater, as well as, her winter coat thrown on, as she debated her first stop when she was to arrive.
When she stood on High Street it both brimming with people, and clustered with signs. Christmas day was surly coming and it made the holidays so much more close, so much more real. She let out a soft squee as she walked, a smile illuminated on her face as she passed by the rest of the Hogsmeade shoppers and shopkeeper owners. She hadn't made a list, because window shopping always seemed to be the best, since you never did know what you'd find. However, since she was in Hogsmeade she also had a few stops to make for herself. She'd have to pick up some dress robes of course, holidays were unbearable in that sense. Then again when the family gathered, looking nice was always good.
If anything Bri was a family kind of girl, light-hearted and full of joy when she talked of them. To her, being a Weasley, was an honor, and she wouldn't just allow anyone to talk down to her. Maybe it was the Gryffindor veins inside of her, she didn't know, but other then that she was your normal, comforting, nurturing Hufflepuff, (that is if you were on her good side). So when she walked into the shop she looked around quite a bit before placing a simple order on a little green dress. It wasn't anything fancy, (being a Weasley came with it's price), but she always found that green brought out her hair and her eyes, it was always a color that looked best on her.
Once the order was placed she had walked out and about, in the streets once again. There was only one more shop she needed to attend to for herself, before she could go shopping for others, and that was Shrivenshaft's Quill Shop. If anything Bri was always loosing those pesky quills, it wasn't something she did intentionally, no, and they usually did find a way of turning up, but lately she was down to only one. Sure classes were slowing down for the holiday's, but it was only a matter of time before she lost the final one, and since she was here, what would be the harm in picking some out, as well as some spares?
The seventeen year old made her way down toward the shop, her steps in its direct path and shifting her weight so she wasn't bumped. She entered the shop, a shop that wasn't busy in the slightest, and overlooked anyone in there. Instead she stood looking around, her clean, raspberry smelling, shampooed hair, framing her face, finally glad to be out of the blistering wind. Bri slowly made her way in, as the shopkeeper made his way over to her. The bright, compassionate smile seemed to curl on her lips once more. 'Is there anything I can help you with,' he seemed to ask and she smiled and nodded. "I was just hoping to find some quills, maybe a long one or something," she paused slightly as she looked around once more,before charmingly adding, "I sort of seem to loose them, frequently." She gave a small, healthy, giggle, the man chiming in with a loud, proud laugh, before nodding, and indicating another area of the store with his finger, 'Over there would be an ideal place to start.'
Her eyes followed his point to the other side of the room, and for the first time noticing another presence in the room. She nodded and gave the word of a friendly, "Thanks." Brinna gave the man another friendly gaze before moving herself across the room, passing the roaring fire and found herself standing beside none other then Bailian Davies. A crooked smile laced her lips, her eyes on him as she watched from above. Surly he had heard someone in here, it wasn't like there was much noise to begin with, but she could never be sure with him. Then again she wasn't really sure if she cared much. She watched him for a moment before her eyes moved to the book and then to him and the quills once more.
"Well, I didn't know you knew how to write," she teased slowly as she moved herself around to his other side to pick the book from the table, "I didn't know, you knew how to read either." Now although she didn't like the Head Boy much, she was careful to hold his page. She knew that if she was in the same position she wouldn't want her page to get lost in the process. But as she held the page she flipped to read the cover as well, a daunting smile on her face, "Edgar Allen Poe? A bit sinister, don't you think?" She questioned the words a with a small smile, much like the one she gave to the owner a few minutes prior. She placed the book slowly down, to where she found it in the same condition, as she looked to the quills for herself, before glancing toward him, "But I won't tell, promise."
If there was any girl, no person, out there who liked the winter time, the holidays, or the cold, better then herself she'd bee morally surprised. Sure it left you shivering, and cold, as well as busy and occupied. However there were good things that could keep you going in the holiday time, or just plain winter, the good things that left the Hufflepuff smiling. There was the hot chocolate, and the gift giving. There were the family ties, and the friends that just made you smile. There were snowball fights, and strolls in the snowflakes as they caught your hair. There was that final chance to go home for the winter break so you could catch up with your loved ones, and finally there was getting warmth of the fire.
So it was safe to say that there was nothing keeping Brianna from going out on the Hogsmeade trip. It was her seventh year after all and she wasn't going to miss out on anything, she wouldn't allow herself. None of her friends were going, however, which meant she'd have to occupy herself else where. She didn't mind, she was a sociable girl, and made friends where she walked. Besides it would also prove to be a worthy time to get some shopping in. True, it was only November, but that didn't mean she couldn't get a head start, and without her friends, it would make it easy to buy for them. So the seventeen year old had set off around noon, her Hufflepuff scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, her sweater, as well as, her winter coat thrown on, as she debated her first stop when she was to arrive.
When she stood on High Street it both brimming with people, and clustered with signs. Christmas day was surly coming and it made the holidays so much more close, so much more real. She let out a soft squee as she walked, a smile illuminated on her face as she passed by the rest of the Hogsmeade shoppers and shopkeeper owners. She hadn't made a list, because window shopping always seemed to be the best, since you never did know what you'd find. However, since she was in Hogsmeade she also had a few stops to make for herself. She'd have to pick up some dress robes of course, holidays were unbearable in that sense. Then again when the family gathered, looking nice was always good.
If anything Bri was a family kind of girl, light-hearted and full of joy when she talked of them. To her, being a Weasley, was an honor, and she wouldn't just allow anyone to talk down to her. Maybe it was the Gryffindor veins inside of her, she didn't know, but other then that she was your normal, comforting, nurturing Hufflepuff, (that is if you were on her good side). So when she walked into the shop she looked around quite a bit before placing a simple order on a little green dress. It wasn't anything fancy, (being a Weasley came with it's price), but she always found that green brought out her hair and her eyes, it was always a color that looked best on her.
Once the order was placed she had walked out and about, in the streets once again. There was only one more shop she needed to attend to for herself, before she could go shopping for others, and that was Shrivenshaft's Quill Shop. If anything Bri was always loosing those pesky quills, it wasn't something she did intentionally, no, and they usually did find a way of turning up, but lately she was down to only one. Sure classes were slowing down for the holiday's, but it was only a matter of time before she lost the final one, and since she was here, what would be the harm in picking some out, as well as some spares?
The seventeen year old made her way down toward the shop, her steps in its direct path and shifting her weight so she wasn't bumped. She entered the shop, a shop that wasn't busy in the slightest, and overlooked anyone in there. Instead she stood looking around, her clean, raspberry smelling, shampooed hair, framing her face, finally glad to be out of the blistering wind. Bri slowly made her way in, as the shopkeeper made his way over to her. The bright, compassionate smile seemed to curl on her lips once more. 'Is there anything I can help you with,' he seemed to ask and she smiled and nodded. "I was just hoping to find some quills, maybe a long one or something," she paused slightly as she looked around once more,before charmingly adding, "I sort of seem to loose them, frequently." She gave a small, healthy, giggle, the man chiming in with a loud, proud laugh, before nodding, and indicating another area of the store with his finger, 'Over there would be an ideal place to start.'
Her eyes followed his point to the other side of the room, and for the first time noticing another presence in the room. She nodded and gave the word of a friendly, "Thanks." Brinna gave the man another friendly gaze before moving herself across the room, passing the roaring fire and found herself standing beside none other then Bailian Davies. A crooked smile laced her lips, her eyes on him as she watched from above. Surly he had heard someone in here, it wasn't like there was much noise to begin with, but she could never be sure with him. Then again she wasn't really sure if she cared much. She watched him for a moment before her eyes moved to the book and then to him and the quills once more.
"Well, I didn't know you knew how to write," she teased slowly as she moved herself around to his other side to pick the book from the table, "I didn't know, you knew how to read either." Now although she didn't like the Head Boy much, she was careful to hold his page. She knew that if she was in the same position she wouldn't want her page to get lost in the process. But as she held the page she flipped to read the cover as well, a daunting smile on her face, "Edgar Allen Poe? A bit sinister, don't you think?" She questioned the words a with a small smile, much like the one she gave to the owner a few minutes prior. She placed the book slowly down, to where she found it in the same condition, as she looked to the quills for herself, before glancing toward him, "But I won't tell, promise."
Why You Think You'd Role Play as This Character Well:
Hmm.. well first off, I love rping in the future Harry Potter world, and this one had an interesting plot. Aside from that I love playing the offspring of the Longbottoms, but I've never quite made it to this age and so I figure it will be fun. =)
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