Post by Marlene McKinnon on Apr 18, 2009 18:13:03 GMT -5
•••marleneVERONICAmckinnon!!!
"How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind.
Can't win your losing fight all the time."
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•NAME:
marlene veronica mckinnon
•NICKNAME(S):
mar, mars, lene, lena, and anything you can come up with.
•AGE/YEAR:
seventeen/seventh
•BLOOD:
muggleborn
•SEXUALITY:
straight
•PREFFERRED HOUSE/POSITION:
gryffindor
•PLACE OF BIRTH:
Edinburgh , London
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•HAIR:
brown with blond & black highlights
•EYES:
Baby Blue
•GENERAL APPEARENCE:
First of all, her eyes are the most important part of Marlene. Usually they shine like sapphires in the sun, whenever she is interested in something, is up to something or is particularly happy. By looking at her eyes you can immediately tell what she is feeling, almost thinking. Like most people, her eyes grow darker when anger settles in her heart and mind, and although she has a fierce temper, it's not easy to anger her, as she usually just doesn't care what others think of her. If you know Lena well enough, you can tell exactly what she's thinking and how she's feeling by one look into her eyes. Then, by doing that you'll immediately drown in them. Marlene is not a dreamy person, so naturally, her eyes aren't either. They radiate sanity, down-to-earthiness and a harsh, sometimes scary determination.
Whenever she is angry, her hair will seem to crackle with electricity and she will go eerily quiet. Instead of screaming, she will glare and glare and glare, trying to control herself, because Marlene definitely does not like to lose her temper, which is, to her, like losing her sanity a bit. Her hair is brown, straight and thick. Her long, light brown tresses fall like a dark waterfall down her neck and stops just above the small of her back. She actually thinks this is the perfect length, but might at times cut it shorter if spring is coming, because the humidity will do nothing but damage her hair. Marlene isn't someone who tries to experiment with her hair much. Although she used to hate the whiteness of it when she was little, whenever she looks in the mirror now, she sees a unique colour, an elegant colour no less. Something that will be often appreciated yet not so often seen, is Marlene's smile. It's kind and loving, with pearly white, straight teeth; she wouldn't want them any different. Marlene is strict on her mouth hygiene and it shows when you smell her breath or see her teeth.
But mind you, Lena’s smile isn't always kind and compassionate. Marlene tends to smirk and grin cruelly whenever something that plays in her favour comes to mind. She hates idiots with a passion, even if she doesn't know why and they dig up the worst in her. Marlene can be cruel when she wants to, but it's mostly her undying sarcasm that makes people dislike her. Her most wicked grins and smirks are reserved for stupid people only. Now, not only her eyes tell the story of how she feels. Her walks and talks do just that to accompany her eyes - the perfect betrayal. It is not often that you will find Marlene walking with her head hanging. She has learned from her parents that that will damage her spine and that it will grow in strange angles and other kinds of horror stories like that. Since she was one, she was taught to walk, talk and act like a lady. Head straight because you should be proud of who you are and what you are. That's what her seniors always said to her whenever she came into a room, slumping and hanging her head. But now, she will walk with her head straight, meeting everyone's eye without fear of anything. You will only see her head hanging when her nose is buried in another textbook, or when she's looming over her essays to take out all spelling and grammatical errors. Of course, whenever she's angry or upset, her shoulders and her whole posture, in fact, will be rigid and straight like a wall. Her answers will be short and to the point and it is best to leave her be at a time like that.
Her facial structure is delicate with high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes which fit perfectly with the colour of them and a slightly pointed, pale jaw. Some call her a rose, ready to shatter with the first drop of the rain but of course that's not true. Sure, she bruises fast but that's only because her skin is as pale as it is. Her skin, not as white as some but still cream coloured, is almost flawless save for several small birthmarks, or the occasional, and random at that, freckles. At rare times, Marlene can sometimes manage to obtain a pale tan, but she knows that if she stays in the sun too long, her skin will turn a deep crimson, something she will never consider as fun. Though Marlene may not be the tallest person around, she is to be considered as tall for her age and the fact that she is a woman. Her father was always quite tall, even her mother wasn't. She took after her father, and now stands at a proud five foot seven inches. Marlene tends to be insecure a lot too, though without knowing where to look, you will not even notice. Whenever she is excessively nervous or just plain insecure - whether it is about a decision she made, her appearance or something she said - she will either bite her lip or play with the sleeves of her robes. She has stopped biting her nails ever since her fifth year, but whenever extremely nervousness comes, she tends to forget all about it, and goes back to biting her nails.
•DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Marlene doesn't really have anything that makes her very distinguishable from other girls. The only things that might be able to be put in this section would be her lily shaped birth-mark on her lower back. Very few people know about it, and she intends to keep it that way.
•STYLE:
Marlene usually dresses in her Hogwarts school uniform, since she is obliged by Hogwarts rules. On weekends, Lena usually dresses casually, nothing too fancy and nothing too formal. A skirt and tank top is the usual outfit that she'll end up wearing.
•PLAYBY:
Sophia Bush
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•HOMETOWN:
downtown London
•MOTHER:
Sophie McKinnon | deceased |
•FATHER:
Peter McKinnon
•BROTHER(S):
none
•SISTER(S):
MCKINNON, ______, 16
•OTHER:
no one of importance
•HISTORY:
Marlene was born on a cold December night in Edinburgh, but her parents decided to move soon after. That was when the accident happened. Two years after they had settled in Scotland near her aunt's house, Marlene's mother, who was an Auror was called out. That was the last time anyone ever knew anything of her. The Ministry didn't give an explanation, and Marlene's father was devastated. It took the family three years to get over it, and toddler Marlene didn't know what was going on. Fortunately, the rough times passed, and even though it was never the same, her family grew tight. They depended on each other for everything, and to say that Marlene was an overprotected child would be an understatement. She was the perfect baby, sometimes spoiled to a fault, but lovable nonetheless.
At the time her mother died, her sister was only a year old, and this caused Marlene to be a little distant from her, since her sister was unable to talk, play, and pretty much understand anything that was going on. Her older cousins provided more than enough companionship for her, and sometimes they even let her play with them. Which only resulted on Marlene having several bruises for years to come, as wrestling with guys can never be fair. But it served to make a physically strong girl. She could hold her own by the time she was eleven and ready to attend Hogwarts. If she started things, she never really got into much trouble, except for not letting fly for a day or two. She was forgiven the slightest mischief if she would just shed a few fake tears or maybe smile her innocent grin. She's perfected the art over the years, as a matter of fact; right now people won't even reWizard why they hated her when she's finished talking with them. She can manipulate words to the degree where you end up thinking 'what happened?'
Her relationship with her father has always been stable, as she has him wrapped around her manicured finger. Her sister and her are the only reminders of his deceased wife, and wouldn't refuse anything to Marlene. Even the most outrageous things. She had been signed up for Beauxbatons ever since she was born, but since her cousins attended Hogwarts, she wanted to go to Hogwarts too. It was a battlefield the last few weeks of Marlene's tenth year. Her father was refusing her, and that was not possible. After a while though, his father caved. He simply couldn't have her angry at him. So Marlene attended Hogwarts.
At school, she's always had a wide circle of friends. She can chalk up small talk out of nowhere, so that makes her pretty friendly, though first impressions always are messed up. Her love life isn't that active, as you know, she isn't a romantic, but she does believe in strong physical attraction at first sight. What do you get as a result? Numerous flings. Still, that doesn't stop her in her search. For what? She's not entirely sure, but she knows she'll realize it when she finds it, whatever it is she's looking for. Lately she's found herself being attracted to Sirius Black, the one guy she knows who will probably never actually want a fling with her.
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•LIKES:
{crossed off ones are the ones she won't admit to anyone about}
•• boys.•• sirius black,
•• quidditch.
•• sports.
•• chocolate.
•• winter.
•• charms.
•• transfiguration.
•• snow.
•• rain.•• being kissed in the rain.
•• chocolate frogs.
•DISLIKES:
•• know-it-alls.
•• summer.
•• beaches.
•• bertie bott's every flavour beans.
•• losing.
•• being wrong.
•• high-pitched voices.
•• hypocrites.
•• gossip.
•• rumors.
•• jerks.
•• the pure-blood mania.
•GOALS:
•• become an auror.
•• try to limit the amount of flings this school year.•• admit to at least one person about her feelngs toward sirius.
•• try to be there a little more for her younger sister
•• make her father proud.
•FEARS:
•• death.
•• failing her classes.
•• dissapointing her father.
•• not making it as an auror.
•• getting rejected because of her blood status.
•• never finding love.
•SECRETS:
•• lost her virginity at thirteen.
•• adores getting attention.
•• recently found herself falling for sirius black.
•• doesn't think that all slytherins are bad.
•• doesn't really like her sister. though she never said it out loud, marlene blames her sister for her mother's death.
•HABITS:
•• tilts her head sideways when confused.
•• will space out at the smallest sign of boredom.
•• tends to blame herself if something goes wrong.
•• will ramble on about anything for a while if she gets nervous.
•• will start tapping her fingernails on the nearest flat surface when talking to someone whom she finds boring.
•PERSONALITY:
Like a good witch, Marlene mastered manipulation at a tender age, and her cunning is top notch. Her mother was a Slytherin, and even though she died when Marlene was three, her father says she has a lot of her in herself. It's a wonder that she stays noble. At times, she can be a tad too arrogant, considering she really doesn’t believe in humility, but it isn’t something she makes a habit of. Arrogance is something she doesn’t appreciate in other people, even if the wizarding world is full of wizards and witches like that and she has had to learn to tolerate people like these over the years.
Marlene likes to do things well, putting effort into the job, always expecting the best results, therefore earning good points. Most of the time she’s sedate, if not teasing, and only angers when extremely provoked. Once Marlene’s angry, you better run. She can't keep herself in check for long, and soon there are magic explosions going on, and if you don't take cover, you're bound to get hit with one of them.
Marlene is brilliant at socializing. Perhaps it was because she grew up with four cousins (all of them male), that she is capable of relating to others extremely well. She's open and friendly most of the time and sometimes...a little too friendly. Her mother having died at a very young age, Marlene didn't really have a strong female figure in her life, being surrounded by most of her cousins and father, so she never really experienced limits when it came to relationships. Perhaps it was the lack of knowledge in wrong or right, but Marlene found herself tangled with wizards since she hit her eleven years. Sometimes she can be classified as overly friendly and she is aware of the whispers that go behind the back of hands, but that's the way she is, if people can't accept her for that, she's better off without them.
The friends that Marlene has, comprehend her character well, and she’s fiercely loyal to them. Marlene has a proud wall around her, and even though sometimes she can be a rather good procrastinator, she puts the effort into the things that interest her, that call to her. They're not that many, considering her focus during the years have shifted constantly.
Unlike most girls, Marlene isn’t a romantic. She’s not into “that kind of stuff”. She practical about things, and doesn’t really daydream about Wizard Charming himself. Sure she appreciates some details, some gifts, but she doesn’t exactly tolerate being clingy and with a person the whole day. It is rare for her to display her affections publicly, and it makes her uncomfortable if her friends do. Perhaps it's because 'true love' hasn't come for her yet, but she's kind of sceptical about those things. You might never know, one day she might fall hard for someone and have her love life turn 180 degrees. She also hates being the third wheel in some things, so if she finds herself in that situation, she makes an excuse and leaves.
Not used to pessimism, but hating being a brilliant-faced optimist, Marlene opts to be neutral and once again…practical. May happen to have sudden mood swings. Hates easily, laughs not so easily. Once a friend she will be forever one. She is accustomed to see both angles of life: optimistic and pessimistic, though sometimes it's hard to stay neutral. The only detonator Marlene has is to criticize her. Hypocrisy is something that every female has mastered and has participated in, at least once in their lifetime, but it doesn’t make it any more tolerable for her.
Marlene is aware of her physique. She knows that her sweet face will get her out of almost any trouble, something that benefits her manipulative side greatly. When it comes to lying, she won't bat an eye. It's not that she enjoys it, she just knows that it's a necessity. If you can't lie, then what do you have? It's something that you can control and you can turn it into your favour. It's one of her arms against anyone.
•PATRONUS:
labrador retriever - when produced fully corporeal, the shade of the patronus is quite dark, making marlene believe that the dog's coat would be black if it was to have a given color instead of the usual patronus light.
•BOGGART:
at the moment, considering that the dark lord is rising in power, marlene's boggart would have to be the dead bodies of her father and sister.
•QUIDDITCH:
if possible - may she be a chaser?
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•NAME:
melissa.
•AGE:
fifteen.
•RP EXPERIENCE:
almost three years.
•HOW DID YOU FIND US:
saw your ad on another board.
•OTHER CHARACTERS:
none other than marlene.
•SECRET PHRASE:
magic is in us all.
•ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
July. The month in which every Weasley [and Potter] went off to Grandmother Molly's place until the younger ones had to go back to Hogwarts. It was a tradition in the family, and if you weren't there you either had to be dieing, or dead. Which explained why even at twenty-four, Victoire still found herself at the Burrow on July first, in company of her entire family. Being the oldest Weasley 'kid' meant that she was the one stuck looking after the younger ones while the 'adults' either prepared the food or sat around talking. It had been like this ever since Victoire turned 11 and was found responsible enough to take of all her cousins.
Though for the first year, this specific detail was no where near Victoire's mind. Instead, she could only think about everything her mother had told her not to forget to do once she arrived at the Burrow. "Mum! I won't forget alright? I have to tell Gran you, dad, Dom and Louis won't be there for a while until you finally manage to convince Louis to come, which might take a while considering he won't leave his precious, sublime and wonderful bed." she said imitating her younger brother. Ever since her parents had bought Louis his new bed a month back, he had plain out refused to go sleep anywhere else but at home all summer long.
Before her mother could 'remind' her of anything else, Victoire had turned around and headed up the stairs to her bedroom, where her suitcases awaited her. Without so much as a glance around, Victoire took her three suitcases in her arms and hands and headed back downstairs. As she entered the kitchen, she saw her father reading the morning's paper - like usual - and her sister, Dominique, playing around with her food, trying to escape eating it all. "Well, I'm off. Bye dad," she said giving him a hug, ”and Dom, do try not to get mum angry before you leave.” she said with a small grin toward her sister. All her sister did was stick out her tongue, knowing full well that Victoire was only teasing her. After all, it had always been Louis who drove their parents nuts.
Victoire made sure she had everything, and with a final shout to her mum, headed out into the backyard. Their closest neighbours weren’t for miles, but she wanted to make sure that a random muggle wasn’t passing by at the precise moment. She visualized the Burrow’s backyard in her head, spun around on the spot and disappeared with a loud crack.
The next thing she knew, she was standing in the Burrow's orchard, not too far from the house itself. She made sure she had everything, was still in one piece, and then proceeded to walk toward the house. "Hey Nana!" she said as she opened the door with slight difficulty. "Victoire honey! I haven't seen you in forever!" Victoire was slightly taken aback by her grandmother's words. She had been over just yesterday to help make sure the rooms were ready. Was her grandmother starting to lose her mind? She decided to ignore it though, not wanting to spoil anything. "Sure Nana. Whatever you say." she replied with a smile. She hugged her, gave her a quick kiss and started heading upstairs to see what had already happened.
At about midway up the stairs, Victoire suddenly realized that something wasn't right. The usual smell of the Borrow wasn't as present here as it usually was. Come to think of it, it wasn't here at all! Instead, the 'new smell' was quite unpleasant, and there was some green smoke in the air. Victoire rolled her eyes, with a slight grin on her face, knowing that it could only mean one thing. Roxy was here. She continued her way up the stairs, trying her best not to sniff the smell, and made her way toward the room she always got stuck sharing with her sister and whoever was a Muggle at the place. Louis usually roomed with the boys, and all her other female cousins shared a room. Lucky them. Victoire put all her bags on the top bunk, and instead of unpacking -like she should have been- she quickly made her way across the hallway toward the girl's room.
Before she had a chance to enter it though, she heard shouts from the next room. The one voice that she heard the most was easily identifiable as Hugo's. He was fighting with someone. About...a top bunk? Victoire tried her best not to laugh. Every year it was always the same fight that happened between Hugo and Albus. Hugo wanted the top bunk, but it had always been Al's and the two fought together for it. Albus always ended up winning. She shook her head slightly before finally opening the door and looking at only two girls. Lily and Rose. Though she did notice that Alexis' things were on her bed. "Hey Lily, Rose." she said with a smile.
Though for the first year, this specific detail was no where near Victoire's mind. Instead, she could only think about everything her mother had told her not to forget to do once she arrived at the Burrow. "Mum! I won't forget alright? I have to tell Gran you, dad, Dom and Louis won't be there for a while until you finally manage to convince Louis to come, which might take a while considering he won't leave his precious, sublime and wonderful bed." she said imitating her younger brother. Ever since her parents had bought Louis his new bed a month back, he had plain out refused to go sleep anywhere else but at home all summer long.
Before her mother could 'remind' her of anything else, Victoire had turned around and headed up the stairs to her bedroom, where her suitcases awaited her. Without so much as a glance around, Victoire took her three suitcases in her arms and hands and headed back downstairs. As she entered the kitchen, she saw her father reading the morning's paper - like usual - and her sister, Dominique, playing around with her food, trying to escape eating it all. "Well, I'm off. Bye dad," she said giving him a hug, ”and Dom, do try not to get mum angry before you leave.” she said with a small grin toward her sister. All her sister did was stick out her tongue, knowing full well that Victoire was only teasing her. After all, it had always been Louis who drove their parents nuts.
Victoire made sure she had everything, and with a final shout to her mum, headed out into the backyard. Their closest neighbours weren’t for miles, but she wanted to make sure that a random muggle wasn’t passing by at the precise moment. She visualized the Burrow’s backyard in her head, spun around on the spot and disappeared with a loud crack.
The next thing she knew, she was standing in the Burrow's orchard, not too far from the house itself. She made sure she had everything, was still in one piece, and then proceeded to walk toward the house. "Hey Nana!" she said as she opened the door with slight difficulty. "Victoire honey! I haven't seen you in forever!" Victoire was slightly taken aback by her grandmother's words. She had been over just yesterday to help make sure the rooms were ready. Was her grandmother starting to lose her mind? She decided to ignore it though, not wanting to spoil anything. "Sure Nana. Whatever you say." she replied with a smile. She hugged her, gave her a quick kiss and started heading upstairs to see what had already happened.
At about midway up the stairs, Victoire suddenly realized that something wasn't right. The usual smell of the Borrow wasn't as present here as it usually was. Come to think of it, it wasn't here at all! Instead, the 'new smell' was quite unpleasant, and there was some green smoke in the air. Victoire rolled her eyes, with a slight grin on her face, knowing that it could only mean one thing. Roxy was here. She continued her way up the stairs, trying her best not to sniff the smell, and made her way toward the room she always got stuck sharing with her sister and whoever was a Muggle at the place. Louis usually roomed with the boys, and all her other female cousins shared a room. Lucky them. Victoire put all her bags on the top bunk, and instead of unpacking -like she should have been- she quickly made her way across the hallway toward the girl's room.
Before she had a chance to enter it though, she heard shouts from the next room. The one voice that she heard the most was easily identifiable as Hugo's. He was fighting with someone. About...a top bunk? Victoire tried her best not to laugh. Every year it was always the same fight that happened between Hugo and Albus. Hugo wanted the top bunk, but it had always been Al's and the two fought together for it. Albus always ended up winning. She shook her head slightly before finally opening the door and looking at only two girls. Lily and Rose. Though she did notice that Alexis' things were on her bed. "Hey Lily, Rose." she said with a smile.
