Post by morganwikham on Aug 7, 2009 15:07:56 GMT -5
Introducing: MORGAN LOUISE WIKHAM
The Basics
Name; Morgan Louise Wikham
Age; 16
Birthday; February 23
Gender; Female
Year; 6th
House;Slytherin
Occupation; Student
Wand; 9 1/4" Elm with Dragon Heartstring
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance;The Wikham family is known for the blue-green eyes and classic looks. Over time, the traditionally blonde hair has melded with a reddish color, to make a strawberry blonde, but Morgan has inherited a very bright blonde from her mother. She has defined cheekbones, slightly almond shaped eyes, and a flat-tipped nose, reminiscent her mother's looks. Along with these looks, she has a slightly elongated neck, giving a graceful look and bringing the eyes to the slim shoulders and dédecolletage.
She has the figure that makes her a twin image of her mother. Standing at a median 5'6" and a slim weight, she is everything a young upper-class woman should look like. Wearing a knee length dress and heels, her calves are highlighted and her poise is impeccable. Her arms stand at her sides, hands clasped in front of her or swinging slightly.
Her clothes are made of the finest cloths that her mother could find. They are often styled of the American 1940s and 1950s. A full skirt and a form fitting bodice with a simple style are the typical dress. She has a few full length gowns that are often styled after the medieval ages, usually the Tudors as an homage to their heritage. At home, she hates wearing these clothes, but she feels that she would keep wearing these clothes after moving away from her parents.
The Inner Layer
Patronus;Orca Whale
Boggart;The Grave
Strengths;
-Perseverance
-Cunning
-Impeccable memory
-She has a way with words that are very convincing
Weaknesses;
-Sarcastic
-Can seem cold and emotionless
-Quickly irritated
-Vain
-Introverted
Personality; Morgan's family instilled a superiority complex in all of their children early in life and reminded them constantly that they were Pureblood, and therefore much better than anyone else. William and Oliver took to it word for word, but Morgan decided to believe in the fact that, yes, they were better than the others, but to pity them. It wasn't their fault that they weren't Pureblood.
Morgan is automatically a polite and cautious person to everyone, unless they've met before and have had some sort of interaction, then she reacts to them how she feels they need to be acted to wards.
To wards those she deems friendly, she is a quick friend. Morgan is helpful, honest, and always looking for an opportunity to have fun with her friends. For those she sees as an enemy, they receive nothing but sarcastic remarks and cold looks. To her parents and professors, she is nothing but the model teenage girl; everything her parents brought her up to be. She's quick witted, polite, an all around good girl. And to wards boys, well...she's distant and teasing; just what her mother told her to be in order to catch any man.
She was taught early that with a beautiful face and a cunning mind, she could go anywhere, and she takes it to heart. At any opportunity to talk her way out of something with whispered promises and pleadings, she will. She's still smart, but decides to use her looks anyways; smarts will come in handy later, after her looks have faded and it won't matter anymore. She's ambitious and knows she is a pawn in her father's game of life, and tries to be the best pawn there ever was.
The Past
History; The Wikham's are one of the lesser known Pureblood families, dating back to the earliest times of wizardry. As an old blood and old money family, they are much like any other family of the same creeds. The Wikham's have the same air of superiority, high class standards, and a Pureblood supremacy. Even during the reign of the deceased Dark Lord, the Wikham family kept their lives anonymous, but were generous donators of gold and silver to the cause. They were cautious, unsure of what the outcome of his Anti-Muggle Campaign. They never claimed allegiance and therefore, could never be tried for any of the heinous crimes that occurred. After the fall of the Dark Lord, the Wikham son, Seamus, and the Connolly family of past Quidditch fame, the daughter, Annette, married soon after.
The family moved into a handsome mansion, just big enough for the growing family and big enough to show the appearance of wealth. Ironically, it was placed only a few countries away from another wealthy Pureblood family; the Malfoys. Over the past few generations, their adamant Pureblood ways had faded, taking them out of the public eye. They were humble and inviting to the young couple, making quick acquaintances. Soon after, Oliver was born. Another year later, William was born.
Once the couple felt that the boys were ready for another sibling, they tried for another. It wasn't for another year that Annette was pregnant again. Nine months later, in the month of February, a little girl was born. Morgan Louise Wikham, for the sorceress Morgan le Fay, was added to the family. She was docile and easily teachable, which they started early. They taught etiquette, music, horsemanship, basic astrology, household management, and other skills that any young heirs should know. She grew into a respectable young lady, a loving sister, and beautiful pawn in the game of status.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample; A crack of thunder and a flash of lightening tore through the furnished room of Morgan Wikham, and ultimately through the rest of the house. Surely, she was the only one awoken enough to sit straight up, gasping for air. She was being stupid, frightened of a little thunderstorm. She got out of the bed, pushing the richly embroidered comforter and quilts off of her slim body and walked barefooted to the large windows. It was dark, being the middle of the night, and rain was pounding against the glass. Another flash of lightening made her jump slightly and gasp for fright.
The quick burst of light highlighted her features. She was pale and her eyes were open for shock. Her mouth was open, gasping a quick breath, and her strawberry-blonde hair was loose and tangled, giving her a tousled look of fright. The room was large and well furnished with dark hardwood floors and paneled walls. Through the window she could see the stable, where her Breton was being held along with her family's various other horses. The large lawn of green grass and trees was eerie in the thunderstorm, making an unusual scene.
After watching for a few more minutes, she realized she was cold. Her toes were going numb on the hardwood floor and she walked back into bed. The comforting weight of the blankets and the soft pillows quickly brought sleep, but the thunderstorm demanded consciousness. She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, and tomorrow she would surely get a lecture on the importance of a good night's sleep and how it will affect her beauty. It was nothing new though, everything was about her beauty here. She was a pawn in her father's game of life. If he played her right, the Wikham family would be the greatest family of the time. It was all that mattered to him, that the family be the best of the best. It was tiring, always being perfect for him. School was the only place she could be herself the way her brothers saw her away from their parents. Even at school, she still found herself being the perfect pawn out of habit and at night, right before bed, she found herself hating it. And hating herself for being that way.
Morning came, and it was exactly the way she knew it was going to be. She was tired and they didn't care, as long as she was beautiful; but she wasn't. She had bags forming and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. Her posture was poor and she was lectured in all of her teachings of the day. She couldn't wait for school to start again, to get away from this and to try and be herself again. Somehow, she felt that would never happen.
