Post by clara on Jun 30, 2009 18:43:40 GMT -5
Introducing: Clara Louise Grant
The Basics
Name; Clara Louise Grant
Age; Twenty
Birthday; 14th February
Gender; Female
Year; N/a
House; Former Slytherin
Occupation; Head of the department of mysteries
Wand; 9 inch Elm and Snake's Fang
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; Long, straight, brown hair runs in her family, in both men and women alike. Her mother, when she was a little girl, made sure that her hair was hardly touched in the ways of scissors or any other forms of cutting. A trim every now and then made her and her mother happy, and maybe a few layers or colouring. Not that she’s complaining, but every now and then her hair does get bothersome and she snaps it into a ponytail holder and is on her merry way. Well, most of the time it’s merry. When she’s on her broom it still flaps about in her face, though not nearly as bad as it would if it were a tangled mess released from its holder.
Clara also has a petite figure and used to get a bit of heckling from her childhood friends because of it. When everyone was sprouting up, she remained at a solid 5’0’’, and since then has only managed to, (just barely), hit five foot seven. Her figure has been pretty slender all of her life and remains so today despite her junk food intake; she blesses genetics for a high metabolism almost every day and weighs a pretty healthy 120 pounds. And although her figure isn’t anything to hide, she’s often in designer clothes, namely sweats, preferring anything, anything at all, compared to the Ministry uniform that includes a skirt. She loathes skirts and only wears them when forced, and since she has yet to find dress pants she can wear, she’s stuck with them. Her robes are often tied loosely at the front to hide that very factor.
Her skin colour is of a tan complexion, but she isn’t often outdoors over the summer, preferring to find quieter tasks in her house while she’s with her family for a few months. Her eyes are a light blue and she has long lashes. Her lips are slightly pink, and despite some of her family members’ urges, she flat out refuses to wear make up. Three hours and you need to reapply everything, so why waste your time? She’d much rather scatter about doing whatever without having to worry about whether her ‘mascara is running’ or anything of that sort. It’s too cumbersome.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; Fox
Boggart; Drunk Jason
Strengths; && Takes Nobodys Problems
&& Dancing
&& Being A Good Friend
&& Cheering People Up
&& Advice Giving
&& Being Resonable and Responisble
&& Can be understanding
&& Knows what she wants
&& Can Make People Laugh
&& Can be reckless
Weaknesses; ;; Men
;; Hurting Others Feelings
;;Alcohol
;; Parties
;; Relationships
;; Confidence Issues
;;Her Past
;;Herbology
;; Sitting in Silence
;;Chocolate!
Personality; It must be a common trait to the Grant's, kindness I mean, and Clara does possess it quite often. She does despise many people, a bit, but tends to hide it from everyone else but her friends. Clara
usually gets well along with students of all ages even students from other houses, especially if she's alone. She doesn't strike up conversations that often but when someone comes to talk to her, her replies are rarely mean. However, if you somehow ended up on her bad list, you'd better beware of her.
Clara might be known as a sweet girl because of her dashing smile. That's what she actually is, most of the time, and would probably be all the time if she wasn't born to be the daughter of her mother. Because of this trait, Clara has many friends but to be completely honest, only a few ones she can trust. It's hard for her to trust anyone because her mother has taught her how dishonest people can be. It's almost a miracle that Clara can trust anyone after all the times she has heard lies without being able to tell that she knows the truth.
Against her own will, Clara is often jealous for others' happiness and such. She tends to hide it well though, knowing that it's very selfish to be jealous for something like happiness. She should be happy for others, instead of envying them and she is in the know about it. However, she can't change herself. Clara occasionally tries to help her friends with their worries to deserve being happy. She actually is good at helping others with their worries and solving their problems, but solving her own problems is always so much harder.
The young woman easily complains about things that really don't matter, but she only complains about them to her good friends. Therefore, acquaintances might think that she almost never complains and that's what Clara wants them to think. Clara can become rather confident around guys , even though any other girl would be nervous and such but what can she say it's just a silly habit. She wants everyone to like her, even the students and such, and that, of course, isn't even impossible. Clara's life would be so much easier if she weren't such a perfectionist. However, she has her way to drown her worries; she parties, plays the piano, she writes and she teaches.
The Past
History; The painful screams and squeals that escaped the labour room at St.Mungos hospital on the 14th February at two twenty four pm twenty years ago was from a young girl, no older than nineteen years of age who was rushed into the hospital only one hour before hand.
The birth of Clara Louise Grant was an unexpected one, she was an unexpected child, a ‘surprise‘ Arabella Grant would tell her. Yes, Clara was a surprise, a great surprise. The night she was conceived was the evening of her mother‘s 19th birthday party, she and her long term boyfriend Logan Kingston decided to have sex for the first time; unprotected sex at that and for the first time you‘d think someone would be smart enough to use protection. It was only four weeks later when Ara found out she was pregnant and when she got the confidence to tell her boyfriend, he said he‘d be there but Arabella knew better than that. However she had to give Logan credit, he stayed with her for another eight months into the pregnancy and then when he realized what would so come within another thirty days, he ran just like he always did.
Now Clara‘s childhood was relatively normal, she was friends with many witches and wizards of her own age and she knew what she was, a witch just like her parents. Without a father was different she supposed, her friends had a well structured and secured family, a mother and father maybe a sibling or two but she was an only child and Arabella was a single mother until she met Jason.
Jason Stewart was a great man, a great fatherly figure and a person who could love her mother the way Clara loved her. So once he proposed to Arabella, Clara herself was more than delighted because just maybe, she‘d get a father after all. They where a family and a wealthy one at that! Jason had inherited thousands from his father and even before he came along her mother had quite a lot in Gringotts.
Life was good. Life was even better when she got accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place that the witch had dreamed about since she was little. Her first year there was like a whiz, it was like one long day and then she had to go home again. Let‘s just say Clara was rather popular in first year, especially with the young boys in her year, Nott, Flint, Cauldwell and Goyle, it was obvious they where obsessed with her breasts since she developed quicker than the other girls in first year and every time she spoke to them their eyes where clued to her chest. Boys will be boys.
So, Clara‘s school years carried on quite similar to this and over the years she has gained a lot of connections in the Slytherin household and outside the household. After Graduation, Clara was immediately offered a job at the Ministry which she accepted proudly.
Put You To The Test
Password; admin edit
Roleplay Sample; “Yeah…I’m not freaking stupid!” Beverly snapped as she held her mobile to her ear. Damn her mother! Damn everyone for treating her like a bloody five year old. Who the hell did they think they where? Flicking through the channels on the television, Bev let her mothers nagging voice fade into the back of her head. “Yes! South Park!” The bright smile quickly disappeared once her mother began to ask questions. South Park had to be her favourite programme that had ever been aired on TV but it kind of sucked when she tried to watch it at home, her mother always told her off for watching it, telling her it was a bad influence. Sometimes the words that came out of that woman’s mouth where just down right fucked up! “What I meant to say was…super duper! Sounds like an awesome plan! Alrighty then…Adios amigo!” Ending the call, Bev sighed exhaustedly and threw herself onto the couch, “What the hell did I just agree to?” The question was to herself of course since no one was in the apartment with her like usual. That was only because she hasn’t found nobody who she’d want to waste her time with yet, someone who she could beat the shit out of freely, someone who was actually a challenge.
One, two, three hours of watching nothing but South Park and Family Guy; another amazing show that she constantly watched. It would only take Bev, what? Five more minutes before she was completely gone…asleep I mean. Laying there in a pair of shorts and her black bra was probably the way every morning started for her. Being awoken by her mother AKA her alarm clock and the weird thing is, she wakes her up by a stupid phone call. Seriously, one day she was going to throw that stupid mobile out the window. Hell, Bev never see’s Olivia getting phone calls from their mom every second. It’s not like Beverly is going to get thrown into jail or get kicked out of Win…actually just hold that thought. The vibration in her short pockets resulted in a small jump from Bev as she searched her pocket for the small device. Seeing who the text message was from a soft laugh filled the room. “Spencer…” Long time, no speak but what better time is there than now to meet up and catch up. Dropping her mobile on the table, she pushed herself to her feet and slowly approached the bathroom, not bothering to text him back.
Feeling the warm water beat down on her body, Beverly trailed her fingers through her brown hair. Spencer was probably already waiting for her but he’d just have to wait a little longer. Beverly never spent anytime on her appearance, ever. She usually just stuck on a pair of slacks and a t-shirt and she was gone. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress anybody, not like she’s ever done that before but this was Spencer she was talking about, they already had sex so what more was there to see? Washing the shampoo out of her hair, she moved her hands over her face trying to prevent the shampoo going into her eyes. God, she hated when that happened, it stung her eyes so freaking much.
Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped securely around her body, she walked over to the couch and lifted the remote in her hand. Flicking through the music channel’s she stopped at one, nothing in particular and turned the volume up, not full blast but loud enough for her to hear over the hair dryer. Standing in front of her wardrobe she pulled out a pair of slacks and a black t-shirt with green day printed onto it. Green day has to be one of her favourite bands ever, she could probably repeat one song over and over again without getting tired of it. Once she had her clothes on her she plugged in the hair dryer. Now for the worst part. Every time Bev used a hairdryer, it always managed to fuck up her hair, naturally she’d just let it dry on it’s own but today she didn’t have time to wait around. So what if her hair would go wavy, in all honesty she preferred it like that.
Digging her hands into her pockets, she walked towards the mall with a small grin on her lips which she couldn’t manage to wipe off. So he’d be at the food court wouldn’t he? That was what it said in the text. Pushing her way through the crowds of people, giving the girls harder pushes for ignoring her which resulted in many people insulted her. Oh well. Skimming her brown eyes over the many faces that where at the food court, one in particular caught her eye. There he was! Walking casually towards him, she stood in front of Spencer and twitched an eyebrow before sitting down beside him. “Out of all the places you had to pick the food court?” Rolling her eyes, she looked at what he bought and that grin from earlier appeared on her lips.
