Post by marlene on Nov 26, 2010 1:23:53 GMT -6
MARLENE GRACE MCKINNON ,
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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : marlene grace mckinnon.[/size][/blockquote]
( NICKNAMES ) : mickey, lenny, len.
( SEX ) : female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : pureblood.
( AGE & DOB ) : seventeen, June 29.
( YEAR ) : seventh.
( HOUSE ) : gryffindor.
( AFFILIATION ) : order member, neutral.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual.
( WAND ) : 11 and 1/2 inches, phoenix feather, redwood.
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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : chocolate, thunder and lightening storms, people, plaid, family, photography, soccer, quidditch, and hockey, pranks and pulling pranks, flirting and being close to people, sexual tension, old movies, tree-climbing, friends, grand adventures, getting lost for the hell of it, coming up with crazy stories, campfires, potions, defense against the dark arts, spontaneity and doing things for the hell of it.[/b] Okay, seriously this bugs the crap out of me, this doesn't happen in everyday life so why should it happen in books? In real life it can go as extreme as someone dying, or something as simple as someone falling out of love with their partner! We're not all happy-giddy people who believe that once we start dating someone we're going to marry them and have a bunch of kids, it simply doesn't work that way. [/font][/size][/blockquote]
( DISLIKES ) : peanuts, peanut butter, pink, overly hot days, dancing, isolation, pools, swimming, overly hyperactive or snobby people, math, balloons, sudden loud noises, rats, people forcing beliefs on others, people who constantly seek attention, falling off her broomstick, feeling uncertain or out of place, snow, puddles, slytherins, remaining around slytherins for an overly stated amount of time, blonde jokes, or blonde stereotypical assumptions, people who look down upon others without knowing them.
( STRENGTHS ) :
defense against the dark arts - Much like with Potions this is something which I desperately love, and unlike it I can actually do it. In fact its my best class, and I can also say that I'm probably one of the better students in it. I love being able to find out about the other creatures out there, and then being able to defend ourselves if not the ones we care about. It keeps my interest up and I'm willing to do anything I can in order to improve and make sure that I can learn more on a faster pace. I've snuck into the library before to obtain some of those forbidden books in order to at least look up some of the more advanced spells. Now whether or not I can actually perform them is different, but its just another one of those things that keeps me going and interested.
outgoing - Fun, playful, tons of people around me is how I am told people describe me, at least most of the time. I mean, I just love people and as long as they aren't complete dicks, such as some Slytherins I know, then I have no problem being around them. I always try to give those I don't know a shot before passing some sort of judgment or final friendship choices on them, and I hope people do the same for me. Another one of those things is that I probably don't reallly know the whole personal space thing, I'm not at all afraid to come up behind you and jump you from behind. Or do the whole, sneak up and cover your eyes in order for you to guess who I am, I just like touchy-feelyness, it helps me to make sure its all real.
sketching - Probably one of the best possible pass times around, to just be able to sit somewhere quietly and pull out my sketchbook is one of those rare moments of bliss for me. Its not that I mind people, or being around them, but sometimes I just want to sit down and be in a place where I don't have to think so much. Where I can just let my imagination run wild without letting other people know what it is I'm drawing, or worrying about they may think of my drawing. In all honesty though, I have to say that my sketches and drawings in general are pretty good, maybe I could work on anatomy more but besides that its fun and worthwhile and for me, easy to do. Which is one of the points isn't it, when you love to do something and are good at it? It should be easy, right?
maternal instinct - Being someone who is the oldest child and the only daughter I got sucked into being the whole older sister/mother role. Not just with my two younger brothers though, with almost anyone who I consider myself to be close with. I suppose others would call that being protective, or kind, but I consider it as something where I'm like a mother hen who doesn't want anything bad to happen to her chicks. And if anything were to happen I would be one of the first people on the scene to teach those people a lesson for harming one of my chicks, don't mess with me or my friends because I won't go easy on you. Don't go thinking just because I'm some skinny blonde girl, that I won't give you or your friends the punishment that you probably more than likely deserve. And depending on the crime I have no problem facing the penalties that may come my way.
( WEAKNESSES ) :
potions - I may love this class, and find my self fascinated by what it is we're learning to do but I can honestly say that I suck at it. I get the measurements wrong, or I'll mix one ingredient up with another and create some sort of concoction that is verrry far from what it was supposed to be. (Like this one time I created a small sludge monster...) but we're not going to get too far into describing that...its better we just forget that little experiment even happened...Besides that, its just better that I find myself a tutor for that class before who knows what just might happen next while in class. Even when it comes to out of class for that matter, depending on what sort of homework we're given by the Professor. I really would like to improve myself for this last year, and I cans ay that compared to the first couple of years I've improved...if even just to the slightest bit.
brash, or not thinking before doing - Being able to do things for the hell of it, or just wandering around or trying something new are all things I love. Of course, these are things not maybe not everyone else does like, and so I either tend to get left behind, or leave others behind myself. On top of that, I'm someone who tends to speak or do actions without actually fully thinking them through. Whether it be something as simple as starting and following through with a prank that in the end went horribly wrong, or if I say something that is meant as a joke and in reality is quite harsh, or cold. I don't intend to hurt other peoples feelings or hurt people in general but a fair amount of the time this is something that happens with me and the actions I tend to take. However, I am starting to work on and and am catching myself more often.
confidence - What can I say? I'm proud of the fact that not only do I have a strong magical background, but I also come from a family who is known for their power. Plus, I can back up my confidence with the fact that I can hold my own. Of course, this is also one of those things that probably bug the crap out of other people, things which make people dislike me. Seeing as how, especially after a test, I tend to boast about it more often then perhaps I should. I like that I can be proud of myself, but at the same time that sense of pride is one of those things that drives people away from me just as quickly as it makes them want to get to know me. It can cause stupid fights, or cause many lonely times for myself when I'm not being careful enough, of course it doesn't help that I'm considered to be rather brash as well.
ability to hold liquor - This actually can be quite embarrassing, and is in fact one of those reasons as to why I stand around and watch people drink, rather than drink anything myself. Not to say that I haven't before, or won't ever, its just that I happen to get a bit wild only after a few drinks. Often giggling and having a hard time standing up, or if I think someone is attractive then I'll tend to try and do things to get their attention, or just remain close to them. Frankly, I hate that part of me, which is one of those reasons as to why I'll only drink with friends who I trust. Otherwise who knows what may end up happening, and as bad as it is, and not that I have admitted it to anyone but I have blacked out and woken up with someone beside me in bed. It's one of those shameful features of mine and only a couple of people have seen me in those states I get when I'm drunk.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Clowns. No joke, I don't understand why everyone thinks their soooo funny, let alone their actual existance. I would be quite content if all the clowns in the world were to just disappear, or if in fact they had never come to be in the first place. Seriously, showing me a simple picture of a clown is enough to send me over the edge, so keep them away from myself and hopefully they will be staying away from me, this way we can all remain as content as possible.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Much like with my worst memories I'm sure there are many best memories as well, but one of my favorites is this one. The day that my parents told me I recieved a letter from this famous magical school where they went; then actually stepping off the carriages to Hogwarts and seeing the humungous towers and buildings before me and just being completely enchanted by the floating lights and the way the castle looked. Then being able to meet the people I did, the ones who to this day are still my best friends, all of these things are definitely part of my best memories.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : I'm sure that there are many memories out there which aren't the best when it comes to my past. However, the one that really stands out to me is this one time when my parents took me to the muggle world in order to see this thing called the Circus. Well, lets just say the moment those clowns came charging towards us, honking their red noses and squirting their fake flowers I started bawling whenever one came near me. Did they leave me alone? No. No they did not, they just constantly came up to me trying to help me out, trying to make me smile, but it never worked. Never.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To become someone who is worthwhile, someone who will do something to make a difference. Especially when it comes to this day and age when I want to do anything to help, or stand out. I suppose if it's not to join the Order that I've heard about then it's to further my development into becoming and Auror, following in the footsteps of my parents and into a job which truly does interest me.
( PET PEEVES ) :
- people who constantly pop their gum, or smack it loudly. This. This right here, is probably one of the most obnoxious things someone could possibly do with me around. It's the most annoying one of my pet peeves that I have and as bad as it is for me, its one of those things that happens rather consistently and the most often out of all of time. You would think that I'd be able to handle it by now, but really as hard as I have tried I don't think that its going to happen annnnny time soon. Nope, I definitely don't see this changing, at all, if even a little bit, so if you want to piss me off then this could be the way to going about it.
- overly hyperactive people who don't know when to leave things alone. People who are constantly bouncing off the walls and don't seem to know how to settle down drive me absolutely bonkers. I'm all for fun and games and going crazy, but there are times when its better to just settle down and relax, and people who can't do that during those times make me want to strangle myself. Or when people don't know when to stop bringing up a certain type of conversation or a number of questions when people have clearly tried to stop the conversation.
- all the happily ever afters in books.
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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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( HAIR ) : My hair is one of the most annoying things ever, it's a light blonde in color, hinting at that lack of color white-blonde. It's nothing but straight, and while thick, it still doesn't leave me with much to work with. I currently have it grown at a couple of inches past my shoulders and when it comes to the way that I choose to style it, more often then not it remains the way that it is and just down but when it comes to other days I pull it back into a tight ponytail. I do the occasional braids if I'm feeling up to doing it myself or feel like bothering someone else with it, and as I've recently discovered I have a fun time putting it into two pony tails.
( EYES ) : Baby-blue eyes, Yeah I've got them their a pale blue almost a grey in color and they give me that whole barbie doll look with the blonde hair and blue eyes. too bad my boobs are too small, otherwise I might be considered a barbie from those three things. My eye lashes are on the long side, and as far as the top row of eye lashes go they're really rather thick, as to where the bottom bit tend to be a bit lighter. Ah well, it's never really bothered me before, so it's not about to start bugging me now.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : I've got rather pale skin, probably what happens when someone lives in a place where theres more clouds then there is any sun. When it comes to my nose and lips, the middle of my nose there is a slight bump to it, nothing that stands out and my lips are neither too large or too small. Though I do think it would be cool to pull off those pouty lips that other people I know have. My face is actually kinda small, I think it has to do with the fact that my whole head is on the smaller side, something which can give off a whole younger than I actually am sort of appearance.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : It's like I've said before, I stand at a normal height of 5'6" which I think is pretty normal for most girls my age and when it comes to my weight I'm around 126 pounds. I think that the general appearance that I hold many would say is rather lanky, perhaps with some muscle when it comes to my arms and legs but besides that it's really all rather plain if not perhaps normal.
( ATTIRE ) : I will wear almost anything, I like patterns and colors as long as I'm able to pull it off. I'm not silly enough to wear shorts in the middle of the summer or one of the heavy coats during the middle of summer, I like to keep it simple. If there are fun accessories I can wear with the outfit such as bracelets or necklaces then I will, but I tend to keep up with that sort of tomboyish look I have. You know, jeans and shirts or baggy sweatshirts, things that won't get in the way or I won't mind getting dirty in whatever it is that I may be doing at the time. Just like any other girl though, I do like dressing up from time to time and do have a few nice dresses and skirts I'll pull out when the occasion is right.
( SUMMARY ) : I'm a simple person with simple looks, I don't think I stand out when it comes to the crowd but I don't think I blend in with all of them either. I'm neither too short nor am I a giant, I'm of average height standing at 5'6", and of a simple weight of 126 pounds. My eyes are a blue in color and when it comes to my hair it's a light blonde, kind of hinting at that white-yellow look that my mother has, if people really want to call that a blonde in color. When it comes to my general outfits I don't like things that are so expensive and I generally don't understand why someone would spend that much money on clothes, I'd rather go to some thrift store and find some nice cheap clothes there. Besides, I often pick up my clothes from the ground and if they're clean then I'll wear them, its not like I go out of my way to keep them organized.
( PLAY-BY ) : ginta lapina.
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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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[/font]"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) : alice mckinnon, 47, auror, decent.[/size][/blockquote]
jasper mckinnon 51, auror, decent/good.
( SIBLINGS ) : two younger brothers.
MCKINNON, ______ _____ [3rd] GRYFFINDOR
MCKINNON, ______ _____ [5th] GRYFFINDOR
( OTHERS ) : none as of yet.
( HISTORY ) :
“I can’t believe I let you run around like this…Now look at yourself!”
“Sorry mum…” though the voice that carried the words hardly sounded all that sincere as hands came to brush dust and mud from the torn jeans. Soon moving upwards and placing a thick book upon my head eyes looked back towards my mother and waited for the next set of instructions.
“Come on now Marlene, straighten your back, all young ladies must have good posture. With good posture come fast reflexes…” tsking softly my mother waved her long narrow finger.
“Yes Mother, you’ve told me this more times then I can recall.” It was the same thing I has heard for years, along with all her other naggings. No elbows on the table dear, place your napkin in your lap, don’t you go off with those boys we have women’s work to do here. Let the men go have their fun. Things that I was told since the day I was born, way back on June 29th, the day my mother had her first born.
And since I am her only female child she seems to make it a point that I am the female, and therefore must act the part instead of running around and acting like one of the boys like my brothers and father. While personally, ever since I was young never felt any problem with acting like one of the boys. Rolling around in the mud, or making mud pies were specialties of mine when my brother was three and I was five, and he found it to be quite humorous, much like myself. Of course I would go on to do a number of things that my mother didn’t agree with while the men of my family seemed to approve of.
Then again, while my mother was someone who wanted me to act the part of a female she was also someone who knew that a women must stand on her own, that men were not needed in ensuring happiness in a women. She taught me to rely more on myself then I ever did on a man, and to this day I keep that in mind, making my own choices and doing what I want regardless of what may impress some dude I meet on the streets.
Of course, both my parents ended up appearing and disappearing through my brothers and my life, often going off to complete missions that they wouldn’t speak to us about. Things that the Ministry would demand of them that would make us home alone a lot, and leaving me to take care of my younger brothers. This was one of those times where I actually acted on those more typically womanly jobs that my mother wanted me to do. Cooking and cleaning the house, making sure that my brothers were content and not causing trouble.
I can honestly say during those years were they were there or not there I made my mother proud of my abilities, and when the time came for me to leave them behind and go off to Hogwarts my mother was very sad to see me go. Now whether this was because now she knew they had to hold back on their jobs to take care of my brothers, or if she was sad she was loosing her daughter for a few months, I’m still not entirely sure on. But I like to at least assume that it’s because of the second reason.
Upon entering Hogwarts I felt myself uncertain and yet at the same time there was something else lingering there. Like this was the sort of place that I had always really belonged to, and that this was where I should have been from the beginning. Then again that might have been something that quite a few people had been thinking of when they walked into that great hall with all the returning students, and the floating lights.
The enchantments that made all sorts of different things happen, it was all just things that would keep any sort of eleven year old kid happy and content, curious about what was going to happen to the within their coming months…no, coming years that they would be at this school for witchcraft and wizardry. Lord new my mind went crazy with ideas just from the things that I had seen already, and the desires to learn more, improve myself branched from that moment.
It didn’t take me too long before I found myself a good group of friends, mainly all within the same house as me, which happened to be Gryffindor, (something which made my parents awful proud when they got the news.) A couple of them would be ones I would end up fighting with or coming to dislike as the years went on, and as much as I hated loosing friends I knew that this was something that would be hard to change. That sometimes people would simply drift apart and that was simply the way that it would have to be.
By my fourth year I found myself fascinated with things such as Quidditch, something which I hadn’t thought too much of at first, and then once I got to spend my own time on a barrowed broom I found myself drawn to it. Actually going to the Qudditch games and finding myself having a desire to want to be a part of the Gryffindor team, even if it meant giving up time for studying when it came to DADA or Potions.
When the beginning of the fifth year came around I tried out for the Gryffindor team and managed to make, just barely, and since then I’ve been playing on the team. Doing whatever it is I can in order to improve myself there, while managing to keep my grades and magical skills up and improving them as well. To say it simply my years here at Hogwarts have been filled with all sorts of interesting things, some which were bad and others, which were good, and some even where I just wanted to be bored to tears.
With this being my last year, and with our current war like state I’m more than ready to graduate and do what I can in order to stop these dark wizards. This would be my own chance to prove my worth and not feel like I’m living under the shadows of my parent’s names, or anyone else for that matter. Get ready out there, because Marlene Mckinnon is on her way out and nobody is going to stop her.
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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( ALIAS ) : tally.[/size][/blockquote]
( AGE ) : nineteen.
( EXPERIENCE ) : nine years.
( CONTACT INFO ) : AIM - sedative0 MSN - nevsaurus@hotmail.com
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : advertisement on Caution.
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :There were a number of things that Landon had made a note of remembering, and a number of things that he had chosen to forget about his life. Or the things that he did in his life, that if he were caught doing, he would instantly have to put up a different persona. But the thing that seemed to be running through his mind, the thing that he couldn’t seem to sweep from his mind was a simple thing. In fact, it wasn’t even a thing, as it was a someone, and that someone that held that vibrant red hair that had first caught his attention when they had first met. Then of course there were those eyes that were so soft in color, but seemed to pose so many different questions; confusion and curiosity were the things that she seemed to feed off of. And while Landon could only claim that he had seen, and talked to her a couple of times before, he found her absolutely delightful. She was just so much fun, and honestly he had found her uncertainty about humanity to be one of the cutest things about her. Landon was hardly afraid to tell her just that as well, even if it was most of the time to simply see how she would react, to see if he could get that red headed girl to turn even more red. To see if she would puff up her cheeks as she narrowed her eyes and try to punch him, even if it was easy for him to evade them, or when they did strike if they didn’t really hurt her. And maybe it simply added onto the fact the the two of them were not supposed to like each other, because he was a Pixie, someone who had been banished from their kingdom, and she was a fairy, even if she wasn’t upon the highest ranks, she was still one of them.
And yet, there was something so different about her, something that had actually drawn Landon towards her, even if it showed more of his, well arrogance than he had liked. He had found himself, even now, curious about her, that she was able to make him laugh when many others found it harder to make him do just that. Landon could tell that there was simply something about her that made her stand out to him, and it wasn’t just because he knew he could make her so flustered with a simple statement or maybe with a certain way he touches her. Or because her red hair makes her stand out of the crowd, it was just something else, something else that Landon had yet to really voice out loud. Running a hand through those curly locks he couldn’t help but bite the bottom of his lip a bit, Parker definitely knew how to make someone think her over, if that was even possible. And it wasn’t even like he was thinking of her in the way that he had done with other girls, it wasn’t like he didn’t like her, but he wasn’t thinking of her as just some girl as someone who he could mess around with and then just forget to call. That was one of the many things that Landon had coached himself to forget, even if most of the time he would still find himself apologizing to the girl, especially when she came to hunt him down, when he never called them back. Sighing softly Landon looked around the overly crowded mall before starting forward once more, this place was one of the last places that Landon wanted to be, but he needed new clothing for his races. Seeing as how most of his other clothes had been torn, from whatever crashes he had been in, and so it would be good to have more untorn clothes, or so he had thought so at the time.
Eyes remaining at the ground, trying to wipe his mind of his thoughts, and trying to focus in on what he had come to this place more, Landon couldn’t help but chuckle slightly to himself. Now, what he was laughing about or what had caused the sudden soft laughter was not something that had been made very clear to someone else who may have been near. To someone who may have been listening to him, or had picked up the soft laughter, but it was namely because when Landon had glanced up he caught sight of someone. Someone who he had, only seconds before, been thinking of. A plan came to his mind, and a cocky grin came to his features, alright so the decision to come to the mall this day, during this time period was definitely about to pay off. Even if it wasn’t really in the way that maybe the girl standing about ten or fifteen feet away from the blonde haired male, oh how this would be fun. Shoving his hands in to the simple jeans that he was wearing Landon took his gaze back down to the ground as he slowly made his way over towards where he had seen his special friend, little miss Parker Bennett. And it worked out just in the way that Landon had planned, when he felt their bodies come into contact, one of his arms came out from his pocket and he found himself looking down towards Parker. That grin of his widened as he saw her, “Well, Parker, I always knew you would come walking into my arms.” that smirk growing as he then decided to wink at her, before taking his own step, instead of back, forward. Oh yes, invading her space was something at Landon had become very good at.
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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
all quotes from the amazing series of harry potter. go read them!
fill it out completely or you'll get nowhere. if you're a canon,
make sure to check your facts. if you're an original, then, well,
go crazy, yo. specifics are nice, but no two-page long histories.
be creative! oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3
[/size][/center]"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
• the credits • the credits • the credits
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
all quotes from the amazing series of harry potter. go read them!
fill it out completely or you'll get nowhere. if you're a canon,
make sure to check your facts. if you're an original, then, well,
go crazy, yo. specifics are nice, but no two-page long histories.
be creative! oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3