Post by ROSE BOOHER on Jun 4, 2010 15:19:12 GMT -7
ROSE'S
"Be who you are. What others think about you doesn't matter. It's what you think about yourself that counts."
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it's mr. yoda to you, bub! and so what if i have multiple personality disorder? no other characters yet can pwn your two-dimensional ass! you wanna have a go? meet me in ad on inside these walls at two o' clock - that would be eastern in case you're curious. be afraid. be very afraid.
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00I. full name
elizabeth rose booher
0II. nicknames
rose
III. years of age
fifteen
0IV. date of birth
november first, nineteen eighty
00V. gender
female
0VI. blood type
muggleborn
VII. sexual alignment
heterosexual
VIII. school/house
gryffindor
00I. play by
alexandra daddario
0II. body type
slender, tall, and willowy, feminine curves
III. height and weight
five foot nine, one hundred and twenty six pounds
0IV. hair
middle of back length, dark brown, soft, thick, and full.
00V. eyes
round, innocent, curious, bright blue
0VI. unique features
a worded tattoo on her side written in sandscript that when translated reads "The sun nourishes the moon.", and her smile
VII. dressing style
rose's style is definitely casual, she's the type of girl who is just as comfortable wearing t-shirts and jeans as she is in a skirt and blouse. she can pretty much wear anything, but she hates always having to wear shoes and hates clothing that she feels is too tight or too restricting. She doesn't like wearing formal or elegant dresses much, as she loves to be able to have fun in whatever she wears. though there are times that she does like to dress up and feel beautiful, almost like a princess.
00I. likes
rose likes boys, chocolate, playing quidditch, cats, and hanging out with her friends
0II. dislikes
rose hates discrimination, bullying, liars, voldemort and his death eaters, badly cooked food, and doesn't like a lot of homework
III. quirks/habits
biting her fingernails and always having something to snack on in her bag or close by
0IV. fears
rose fears snakes, being eaten alive by rats, and being alone forever
00V. secrets
she is still a virgin, and has once watched porn on the internet out of curiousity
0VI. strengths
rose is an honest, caring, intelligent, and bold individual
VII. weaknesses
rose is posessive of her things, impulsive, some would call her crazy as she wears her heart on her sleeve, she's idealistic, obsessive over things that matter to her to the point of being overly passionate, and she has a severe problem with her oral addiction cause of her tongue
VIII. other
rose is still single and looking, but has a fetish for cute guys in glasses with sweet smiles
0IX. overall personality
Rose’s favorite candies are mostly those of the chocolate and peanut butter flavors. Mainly Reese’s Pieces, Reese Cups, or even Peanut M&M’s. She loves animals, because they’re cuddly, loyal, and their love is unconditional. The reason she feels more comfortable around animals is because growing up, she could never talk to her mother or grandparents about anything. She felt isolated and unwanted. Even unloved. Being creative, Rose loves to draw even though her drawings look terrible cause she has no drawing talent. She also loves writing and is gifted with words. Though sometimes she honestly doesn’t know what to say and tends to stick her foot in her mouth. Figuratively speaking. Rose truly values freedom and the freedom of expression. But she also will tell you the truth. She hates when people lie to her. And when they use her. She’s been used by people in the past. She doesn’t lie to people if she can help it. If she has no option left to her but to lie, Rose will say nothing at all. She tries to be fair with everyone. And because of how lonely she is, lonely and wanting to be truly loved, Rose reads romance novels. While reading them, she imagines himself as the heroine who always gets the hot guy in the end. She craves true love and intimacy. She longs to be told she’s loved and wants to feel needed and wanted. She wants to be appreciated.
She tends to become emotionally attached to people too easily. That said, you could say she wears her heart on her sleeve. Though she will suppress her sorrow, anger, and need to have her parents actually be parents. She doesn’t really feel that she’s ever had a childhood. And, still being a virgin, she’s maintained her child-like innocence, belief in magic, mermaids, fairies, etc. She believes in the impossible. Even if something can’t be scientifically proven, she believes that somewhere, out there, it could and does exist. Rose’s train of thinking can be described as fluid and philosophical. She believes in parallel dimensions, alternate realities, and that time is relative. That time travel, while already proven possible to wizards, is also possible for Muggles.
She’s a dreamer. She will fight for those she loves. But she will not throw the first punch. She doesn’t like to hurt others if she can help it. But she will defend himself and others when she needs to. Rose has a strong sense of right and wrong. Though at times, she tends to be a hypocrite. She sometimes gives people her advice, but she doesn’t normally follow her own advice. If that makes sense.
And among all this mess, Rose is free spirited. She hates wearing confining clothes or shoes. She’d rather go naked or barefoot. But the laws don’t allow that. She’s the type of girl who’d go dancing in a thunderstorm just to jump in the mud puddles as she laughed and played in the rain. She hates the snow and prefers the autumn. Sometimes, she even buys stuffed animals just because they’re ‘cute’ and she thinks they ‘need a home’.
00I. father
Biological Father: Joel Alan Baer, 48, Deceased, Squib
Adoptive Father: Donald Edward Booher Sr., 66, Muggle, Retired Military Veteran
0II. mother
Biological Mother: Peggy Ann Beaver, 38, Muggle, Unemployed
Stepmother: Judy Lynn Thompson, 45, Muggle, Nursing Assistant
III. siblings
Paula Lynn Breon, 22, Muggle, Nursing Assistant, Stepsister
Jennifer Ann Breon, 21, Muggle, Unemployed, Stepsister
Courtney Danielle Marie Booher, 15, Muggle, Student, Half Sister
Crystal Janelle Booher, 14, Muggle, Student, Half Sister
Bower Carl Booher, 12, Muggle, Student, Half Brother
Josephine Minerva-Jean Booher, 11, Muggle, Student, Half Brother
John Matthew Booher, 9, Muggle, Student, Adoptive Brother
Adam Thomas Booher, 8, Muggle, Student, Adoptive Brother
0IV. other significant people
William Alexander Baer, 43, Biological Uncle, Squib, Deceased, Unknown
Donna Marie Gahagan, 61, Adoptive Aunt, Muggle, Retired Factory Worker
Extended Family
00V. pets
Teaser, 1.5 year old tabby cat, female, living
0VI. overall history
Rose was born and raised in the heart of London, among the poor, working class, and desolate. She’s always gone to public schools until she was eleven years old. In school, Rose was the child you’d see doing her work, impressing the teachers with how intelligent she was, and enjoying music and art. She was intelligent from a young age, but she was also a shy, sensitive soul. Even as a child, Rose wanted to play with stuffed animals, dolls, Barbie dolls, and other things that usually were associted or simulated an actual stable home enviorment. In school, at least in Kindergarten, Rose could not be tamed, she was a bundle of energy who didn’t like sitting in one place for too long. Though once she got into elementary school, she was a more controllable student.
Before she turned eleven, Rose was always being picked on in school for being the sensitive kid, the one who’d cry if you laughed at her and picked on her. She was the girl who took embarrassing pictures, the one in glasses with slightly large front teeth and the dark brown hair that always looked a mess cause she lived in a large family. Rose has rarely ever had clothes that weren’t hand-me-downs or secondhand, so she knows what it’s like to be poor and to make things stretch. But, you should also know that Rose is physically, verbally, and mentally abused at home by her stepmother. Her stepmother has already tried to kill her three to four times at last count.
Rose's first few signs of magic were when things like the toilet paper in the bathroom would begin unrolling itself in her presence, the coffee maker sliding toward her all by itself when she walked past the small counter on which it stood, curtains moving around her when there was no wind, etc. Not only did her relatives find this weird, but it also added yet another reason why her stepmother hated her. Her stepmother hated Rose for who her biological father was, and the fact that Rose resembled him. She also hated that Rose was named after the mother of the man she had married, Rose's adoptive grandmother, when she wasn't the man's biological daughter. So, her being a wizard when she, the stepmother, pretended to be a die hard Christian, Religious Freak, only added more fuel to the fire. Rose has always seen moving shadows, aura's, sometimes even spirits or ghosts, even in her own home. Though when she told others about them, they just assumed she was crazy.
Then, one night, she'd fallen asleep with her bedroom light out and windows closed. But when she woke up in the middle of the night, her bedroom light was on and there was an owl sitting on top of her dresser. Naturally, this scared her senseless and her parents wouldn't believe her until her dad went in to check it out for himself. When Rose's story was confirmed and her dad removed the owl, that is when Rose and her parents found her Hogwarts letter.
At Hogwarts, Rose hasn’t changed much, except her appearance. Becoming tired of being picked on, Rose has taken to wearing contacts, and working on bettering herself. Her metabolism has increased since puberty so that she’s no longer the chubby kid in glasses everyone likes to make fun of. She still isn’t into playing sports for the popularity, but she doesn’t mind watching if she has to, though she loves playing. Rose’s favorite classes at Hogwarts are Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology. When she isn’t in classes or hanging out with some of her few, close friends, you can probably find her in the library, kitchens, or somewhere helping the house elves do some cleaning. She is single and looking, and hopes she finds a guy who won’t hurt her, but as it is, she’s afraid of having her heart broken again. Not many people ever let her in, and she’s treated like crap at home, so she needs people to help her open up more. Friends that will get her active and involved in public events.
00I. famous last words
"The truth will always find you, you can only run for so long."
0II. prove yourself
-ADMIN EDIT-
III. post script
Hearing someone coming down the stairs, Harry didn't even bother to look and see who was coming down. He was safe in Gryffindor Tower, where he was popular and everyone seemed to love him and respect him because of all he'd been through, so he wasn't really worried. Though he wasn't worried, however, he was a bit bothered by the headache he had, and the fact that it just didn't seem to stop causing him discomfort. He didn't actually know who had come down until he heard a very familiar voice, the voice of one of his two best friends, Hermione Granger, speaking to him.
"I couldn't sleep." Harry said, which was perfectly true, with the cold he had, how could he sleep? Despite the possibility of taking some Pepper Up Potion to cure himself and a Sleeping Potion to cure his insomnia, what could he do? He supposed he could take a lot of medicine, soak himself in a warm bath, and just lay in bed until he passed out, but that didn't seem very sensible or productive. Besides that, he had a lot on his mind now, with Voldemort back and the public aware of it. For over a year they'd all been calling him a liar, and so far he hadn't heard a single apology from any of them. It was as if everyone was ashamed to admit that he was telling the truth, even after the Ministry had made him out to be some guy who just wanted more attention because his parents had been murdered and he'd been left with a horrible scar on his forehead. "Because I don't feel well." Harry said, being completely honest with Hermione as he turned his head and looked at her.
"Everyone's been calling me a liar for over a year, everyone except for those in the DA, that is. Though not a one, not a single one has apologized for thinking me some crazy guy who wanted more attention and sympathy because my parents got murdered. Not only that, but it's only been a few months since he.." Harry's voice trailed off, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he closed his mouth, sighed inwardly, and looked at the fire, letting the sentance die away. Of course he had been talking about Sirius, his Godfather, the only one who'd loved him like a real father, besides Mr. Weasley, of course. The man who told him the truth about his father, and who he had felt he could relate to and sympathize with. Harry still missed Sirius, and thinking back on it, he knew that he could've saved Sirius, if only he had stepped between Sirius and Bellatrix Lestrange, before she'd used the Killing Curse to kill Sirius. He'd tried to hurt Bellatrix, chased her up the lift and into the atrium. Harry had really wanted to hurt her, to make her feel at least an ounce of the pain he felt when she took Sirius away from him. He'd wanted to kill her, to wipe the life from her body just as she had with Sirius. But he hadn't been able to do it, he wasn't Voldemort.
In his hesitation to kill or hurt Bellatrix though, Voldemort had shown up and tried to kill him, again. For a moment, they shared the same body and Harry had felt as if he had been the one who'd died. The pain in his scar at that time had been so blinding, so severe, that he couldn't see anything else. Harry had no doubt that if Dumbledore hadn't shown up, that Voldemort would have finished him off. He didn't know if he'd ever be strong enough to fulfill the prophecy he'd heard, that he'd ever be strong enough, fast enough, or smart enough to kill Voldemort before Voldemort could kill anyone else. Realizing he'd been gazing off into space, probably with a glassy look to his eyes, Harry blinked furiously, pulling himself from his thoughts.
"Sorry." he said, wiping at his eyes a bit and reaching for more tissues. "I was just thinking, I suppose."
SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.
