Jodie Kaitlyn Creevy [wip]

[deathlyhollows5]

{catching teardrops in my hands}

{ Jodie Kaitlyn Creevy }
ONLY SILENCE AS IT'S ENDING, LIKE WE NEVER HAD A CHANCE
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MEET MISS JODIE CREEVY. BORN INTO A HALF-BLOOD FAMILY, JODIE TENDS TO SUPPORT THE LIGHTER SIDE OF THE FIGHT. ONLY THIRTEEN YEARS OLD, CLEVER AND SWEET IT'S NO WONDER THAT RAGGED HAT PUT HER IN GRYFFINDOR.

you can take everything i am
BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS-BASICS
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FULL NAME: Jodie Kaitlyn Creevy.
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: 13, March 22.
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood.
AFFLIATION: Order supporter.
HOUSE: Gryffindor.
YEAR: 3^rd.
OCCUPATION: Student.
WAND TYPE: Rosewood, Veela Hair, 8 ^1/2Inch.

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you can break everything i am
PHYSICAL-PHYSICAL-PHYSICAL- PHYSICAL-PHYSICAL-PHYSICAL
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Jodie is 5" tall and still growing though she probably won't grow much more. She is slim but still has some muscle. She has a scar on the upper right side of her thigh from when she was little and isn't afraid to show it off when wearing dresses, skirts or shorts. Jodie likes to wear all sorts of different things. From dresses and skirts to jeans and shorts. She isn't able to classafy herself as a tomboy or girly-girl yet but likes to dress up and be one of the boys.

Because Jodie is 1/8^th Veela, she is concidered very pretty. Her beautiful blue-green eyes compliment her blonde hair that tends to fall to the sides of her face. Her skin is pale like her mother's. Jodie knows how to speak fluent french and has a very alluring accent. Boys find it very hard to keep from looking like total fools in front of her, which she finds very cute. Jodie's voice is soft and kind but when needed she is loud.

PLAY BY: AnnaSophia Robb

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go on and try to tear me down
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STRENGTHS:

• Humoruos-Jodie has a great sence of humor, (when the time is right)
  
• Trustworthy-If you tell her something she will keep it to herself.
  
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WEAKNESSES:

• Vague-Jodie can be very unclear at times
  
• Truthful-Sometimes Jodie thinks that people don't need to know everything. Which tends to get her into trouble.
  
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QUIRKS OR HABITS: at least two.
BOGGART: it's form, the fear and what is done to vanish it.
PATRONUS: happiest memory, Dingo and the shape it takes.
AMORTENTIA: three favourite smells.
LIKES:

• Reading-for school or fun
  
• Watching Quidditch-GO GRYFFINDOR!!
  
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DISLIKES

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PERSONALITY: at least 3 solid paragraphs. this is the most important part of the development!

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i will be rising from the ground
THE PAST-THE PAST-THE PAST-THE PAST-THE PAST-THE PAST-THE PAST
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FAMILY
Gabrielle Creevy (nee Delacour), Mother, 37, St. Mungo's Hospital
Dennis Creevy, Father, 40, Florish & Blotts
Tristan Creevy, Brother, 17, Gryffindor
Bill Weasley, Uncle, 54. Gringotts Employee
Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour), Aunt, 46, Part-time job at Gringotts

HISTORY two to three SOLID paragraphs.

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to watch me while i bleed
THE PLAYER-THE PLAYER-THE PLAYER-THE PLAYER-THE PLAYER
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ALIAS: Teegan.
AGE: a youngling!
TIMEZONE: Outside of school. I have competative soccer but I will try to be as active as possible.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

As she walked through the dimly lit hallway toward the bedroom, she had hundreds of thoughts going through her mind. Before pushing open the door she took a deep breath, this is it, she thought I have to talk to him. Right now. Before it’s to late. She had never been in this particular bedroom before. It was a surprise when she walked through the French doors into the shadowy bedroom. Looking around she saw it had a queen sized bed in the middle of it, a chest of drawers to the right and a bathroom and closet to the left. It was cool in this particular room. It made Stephanie feel empty inside when she stood in this ‘prison’ as she referred to it. When she looked over at the bed and saw him, laying there, looking like some sort of vegetable. She walked over to the chair they had made that one day when it had started raining with the scent of freshly cut grass in the air. Stephanie pulled it close to the bed where he was laying, not moving. She couldn’t contain herself anymore, she burst into tears and started trying to speak to her immobile father. “I don’t understand……..how…..this could….happen to….you daddy…” she said faintly, taking deep breaths while trying to calm herself. She hadn’t called him daddy in six years, causing more tears to fall onto the covers. She didn’t know why she had come in here, it was just causing her more pain. As Stephanie got up, ready to leave, she felt a sharp pull on her left arm. Looking down at it she realized that her dad had grabbed her arm, and with great force for such a sick man. His hands were still as soft as they had been a year ago, before he had gotten sick. Steph looked over to his left hand which was clenched so tightly in a fist that it was turning white. He had something in it.

She sat back down and reached for it but he did not release it. He held it near his heart and then she heard the faintest noise escape his brittle lips. “Wear it everyday, okay?” he whispered to Stephanie, she nodded not knowing why, “I love you Stephanie. Wear it to remember me Steph. I know I am dying, I cannot deny it. No one can.” he finished. Very slowly he opened his hand and placed a key that had the words ‘Forever&Always’ engraved in it into hers. “Dad?” Stephanie glanced up, he gave a little, painful nodded for her to continue, “What if no one at Hogwarts likes me? What if I don’t make any friends? Why do you have to go? I want you to stay, I’ve barely known you.” said the girl that wanted to be five years old again. There was a minute silence and then he answered her questions. “You'll do fine,” he replied, his voice soft and sure. “You always do. Fate has chosen me to go and be your angel Steph. You know me as well as I know myself.” He gave her the smallest smile and then looked up at the ceiling. She took the necklace that he had given her and put it on.

“I must go now,” he said, “I am being called.” Stephanie looked at him in disbelief. She hadn’t been expecting this. “No! Daddy please, don’t go! I love you daddy, I love you!” she pleaded, tears filling her eyes again but he was already gone and she knew it but she kept pleading. “Daddy please, please! It’s not funny. The joke has gone too far!” she was yelling now. Stephanie wished she could be any place but here, at the side of the bed where her father had just died, right before her own eyes. She heard faint footsteps and then the door opened and her mother came striding into the room and picked Stephanie up in her warm, comforting arms and started cradling her. Steph continued to cry but her mom just kept whispering to her “Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” but they both knew it wasn’t.

The next three weeks were awful. There were so many tears in the house that it felt like they could flood the house. About a week after her conversation with her father, Stephanie couldn’t cry anymore. All her tears had been shed. When she did cry she tried to do it at night so her family would think she was strong and try to do the same. Their grandparents arrived at the house two days after David’s death. They were there to support Lily and the kids.

The funeral was small. “It’s okay Steph,” Chris soothed. “I’m here if you need me.” Stephanie just started crying harder. Everyone wore yellow to the funeral. “It was his favorite colour and we are going to wear it!” exclaimed Luna “We wouldn’t want to upset the ‘Crumple Horned Snorlaxes’ would we?” Stephanie started to laugh, her grandmother was always saying weird things like that. That’s probably where she got it from. Oh grandma, Steph thought to herself, you always seem to make me laugh, even on the saddest days.

It was time to go to Hogwarts and Stephanie was really excited. “Take this Smiley Stephanie.” Neville handed Stephanie a galleon. “Grandpa!” she cried “I don’t need this and besides, it’s yours!”. Why was grandpa Neville giving her a galleon, she didn’t need money for school. “It is not money, Steph. It is a way for us to communicate without using owls. I used it when I needed to connect with people on the outside of the castle and needed back up the year I killed that horrid snake.” Stephanie couldn’t wait to tell all the kids at school how her grandparents were friend with Harry Potter and how they were heros. “Thank you Grandpa, I will keep it with me wherever I go.” she smiled.

(from a character that I used to use)

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