Post by Liadan Mercer on Jul 8, 2010 20:58:58 GMT -5
LIADAN AISLING MERCER
[/color][/b][/font]these feelings won't go away,
they've been knockin' me sideways
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] lia
RANK/GRADE[if school][/color] n/a
AGE[/color] twenty-three, may 9th
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] civilian
OCCUPATION[/color] doctor's intern
CANON[/color]
PLAY-BY[/color] olivia wilde
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]SO WHAT KIND OF WEAPONS DO YOU USE?
[/color][/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] ehh on and off for years, before my hiatus it was at least 4 years
CONTACT[/color] pm or aim
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] Germany
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
Abby sat tentatively on the windowsill, her body still angled outward toward the open room but her neck straining to see the weather and people outside. To many, including her fellow Ravenclaw dorm mates she looked rather...odd, to say the least. Although they had learned to communicate their confusion through a simple phrase, most began with "It's so Alice to..." then it was just a matter of filling in the blanks. Abigail Aisling Ritter marched to the tune of her own drummer to put it bluntly. She did things most would consider bizarre, confusing or intriguing but never anything destructive. Yet she was still shied away from for the most part, as if her "Alice in Wonderland" attitude was contagious. Abby tried not to mind, the smile was still on her face regardless of what people chose to think of her odd behavior.
She had a reason of course, for her rather quirky mannerisms. She hated small spaces, the seventh year Ravenclaw hated the feeling of being closed in whether it was simple by a windowsill and pane of glass or the walls of a room. Abigail disliked being in that predicament so fiercely that even some of the smaller classrooms made the sixteen year old go into a panic attack. Although that was the only weird thing about her personality. The blank stares into space, skipping down the hallways or the frequent eating of the muggle favorite peanut butter and grape jelly made people turn their heads as she passed.
Stepping from the sill she glanced at a clock nearby, her lips pressed together as she thought about her next move. Perhaps a stroll in the drizzle outside? For Abigail the outdoors would always be a safe haven, no matter the weather, temperature or humidity. There always seemed to be something she could do or attempt to accomplish when she was in the vast open layout of nature. Pulling on a simple oversized plaid shirt she pulled on a pair of black boots over her black leggings and headed out. Abigail enjoyed clothing, but nothing could ever be restricting. She enjoyed fashion but comfortable fashion. The Ravenclaw was often seen in comfortable jeans and a simple t-shirt or a long, boyfriend sized button up shirt that was practically a dress on her small frame.
Taking the stairs her feet barely made a sound as she gracefully skipped the last few steps deciding to end in a twirl instead. Granting her a few looks she headed into the hallway a smile thrown over her shoulder as she slipped through the portrait and down another set of stairs. Unfortunately she was already hopelessly and irrevocably lost. Abby did that a lot. Another reason why her Alice nickname seemed to be appropriate. Thankfully not many people referred to her as such, at least not in her presence. Being lost was a touchy subject for the small, graceful girl. Instead she kept walking determined to find her way outside eventually.
As she walked a familiar figure caught the corner of her eye. He walked toward her, his usual swagger as he walked and people parted for him. To her he seemed lonely, although she hadn't always had that impression of him. For awhile she thought he was just as everyone described, a Lestrange through and through. He lived up to his last name in every possible way. Yet a few weeks ago Abby had a vision, one that actually stuck with her this time rather than her memory forgetting it moments afterward. This one had primarily centered around Jasper Lestrange and his badass reputation. From then on it was entirely shattered to her and he was just another student in the halls that could use a friendly smile. So Abby had made it her mission to greet him a good morning or hello every time she saw him. Today was no exception. As they passed a smile graced her features and she leaned toward him slightly to say in a soft tone, "Lovely weather isn't it?" Then continued walking on her way. She could see the soft drizzle outside but had yet to actually encounter a way outside. Abigail would get it, even if she was lost in the process.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!