Post by SARAH EVANS on May 31, 2010 20:50:29 GMT -7
SARE'S
"i am movin' through the crowd
tryin' to find myself
feelin' like a guitar that's never played
will someone strum away?"
------------------------------------------------------it's ms. nicky to you, bub! and so what if i have multiple personality disorder? harry potter can pwn your two-dimensional ass! you wanna have a go? meet me in made the place at two o' clock - that would be mst in case you're curious. be afraid. be very afraid.------------------------------------------------------
00I. full name
Sarah Lilith Evans
0II. nicknames
Sare
Sare-Bear
Pup
Princess(father)
III. years of age
Seventeen
0IV. date of birth
September 11th, 1978
00V. gender
Female
0VI. blood type
Pureblood
VII. sexual alignment
Heterosexual
VIII. school/house
Gryffindor
00I. play by
Amy Lee
0II. body type
Sarah is Slender but she's got the fat and the muscle where she needs it. Her arms and legs are strong due to working outside with her father and there fore doesn't usually need help lifting things. She's...developed where she needs to be and she is all around a very nice looking girl.
III. height and weight
Five Feet Four Inches and One Hundred and Thirteen pounds
0IV. hair
Sarah's hair is Naturally curly but she usually straightens it to avoid it getting to messy during the day. It's long, about past her mid back and and is as black as black can get. She doesn't dye it doesn't mess with it none of that stuff ya got that? Her hair is all natural and if ya don't like it I'm sure you can deal.
00V. eyes
Her eyes are the brightest and more white than blue. They are extremely bright and light near the middle but as the color goes out it grows darker in color and becomes a beautiful water color like blue. So she's got...well Icy eyes in the most literal of terms. They seem to be narrow and angry looking a lot of the time but this is because of how her eyes and eyebrows are set. She's a rather nice person.
0VI. unique features
Nothing all to interesting here. She's got her ear pierced but after that nothing all to special. Scars on her back from falling off horses and falling off a broom but nothing all to scary our special about her.
VII. dressing style
Sarah is a a mixture of gothic sheek and wanna be punk with her dark clothing and complicated outfits. But she does love her light airy clothing so I guess she doesn't have a set style in which she dresses. It all depends on several different factors on being the most infamous, the weather, as well as her mood and what's clean. If she's lazy she'll be in PJ's all day. If she wakes up early enough she will really do herself up and look nice. It's all really day by day with this girl and her clothes
00I. likes
+ Flying
+ Animals
+ Riding Horses
+ Quidditch
+ Magical Creatures
+ Her Dog
+ Erin Foley
+ Her Family
+ Her Big Brother
+ Singing
+ Playing Piano
0II. dislikes
+ Know It Alls
+ Wanna Be's
+ Most Celebrities
+ Pureblood Slytherin Families
+ Slytherins
+ Deep Water
+ Toads
+ Classes
+ Umbridge
+ Snape
III. quirks/habits
+ Speaks Her Mind
+ Zones Out A Lot
+ Doodles On Homework
+ Sings To Herself
+ Thinks Out Loud
+ Can Speak In Third Person
0IV. fears
+ Toads
+ Drowning
+ Deep Water
+ Falling
+ Dying
+ Thunder Storms
00V. secrets
+ Her Fear Of Toads
+ Her Fear Of Thunder Storms
+ Why She Has A Dog
+ Her Feelings Toward Someone
0VI. strengths
+Reading People: Sarah has had this knack for ready things on peoples faces, how they move and how they react to certain things to know how they are feeling even if they don't truly physically show it. She has taken note to certain muscle twitches and things of the like to see how people react.
+Singing: This is more of a talent than a strength but she's good at it. Having a rather melodic and wonderful voice she can sing most any songs you throw at her but she prefers to stick with the songs that she wrote herself seeing how they fit her voice perfectly.
+Determined: Give her something to fight for she will fight for it until she can no longer fight for what ever it is, even then she'll keep going long after a cause is dead and forgotten, always wanting to get things done especially if she loves what she is fighting for.
VII. weaknesses
+Thunder Storms: Ever since she was little the sound of Thunder cracking in the sky after lighting strikes has always scared her, she looses sleep and has nightmares regularly during thunder storms and can't seem to get over it. She's lost quite a bit of sleep recently thanks to the constant raining and storms that have plagued the area.
+Blunt: She doesn't sugar coat things at all. She speaks her mind, makes sure it's the truth and then lets ya have it no matter how strong you are or if you can take it. She knows the truth hurts, it's her motto and she lives by it. If it wasn't meant to hurt it wouldn't have been invented, and everyone would lie.
+Talking Back: Yell at her, snap at her, or insult her in anyway she's bound to come up with something clever to get you back with and she can't stop herself from doing this. She's proud of who she is and insulting this in anyway will automatically get her to retort back instantly without even thinking. And yes she does this to teachers all the time.
VIII. other
Nope nothing really she's just a normal girl that loves her friends, family and herself a little bit to much so...don't make her angry alright?
0IX. overall personality
Sarah is a very odd girl. But she has been in such a state since birth…and supposed her father “dropped her”. Though a small joke sometimes Sarah wonders to herself if it could be true. But that’s because she’s not really all to much like either of her parents. Both being the goody two shoes, and Sarah simply being the girl that refuses to take any sort of crap from anyone, and yet can manage to get high enough grads to get into Hogwarts and have a very high reputation with the teachers. She’s that in between child. Stuck in the middle with no way of ever escaping due to her mind set and the way she believes life she be led. For her, she wants to have fun, but also wants to do something with her life rather than just drink it away and forget what she did two minutes ago without drinking. It’s simply not what she does. But again, Sarah has always been the odd ball in her family and this is why her parents love her so…but if they love her why’d they ship her off to a boarding school?!
That was always a question Sarah asked herself after starting Hogwarts. Especially when there was a greater risk of getting hurt or worse, killed but they said she'd do better if she went there rather than being homeschooled. But other than that Sarah is a very happy girl. She is usually smiling…unless she is cramming for a test or a possible report that is due the next day. But she knows when enough is enough and when she needs to relax. Though she has yet to find a friend to relax with she does her best by reading or walking around the school grounds right before curfew so she can relax before she goes to bed, knowing about the constant nightmares too adds to the stress, and is usually a jumpy person after a nightmare.
00I. father
Thomas Evans, Fifty-Two, Ministry Worker, Pureblood, Living
0II. mother
Alyssa Evans, Forty-Eight, Stay At Home Mom, Pureblood, Living.
III. siblings
Benjamin Evans, Twenty-Three, Professional Quidditch Player, Pureblood, Living
0IV. other significant people
Erin Foley, Seventeen, Gryffindor, Best Friend, Living
Joesph Ryan, Sixty-Two, Retired Wizard, Grandfather, Living
Penelope Ryan, Sixty, Retired Witch, Grandmother, Deceased
James Evans, Sixty-Five, Aura, Grandfather, Living
Richard Evans, Forty-One, Store Owner, Uncle, Living
Timothy Garth, Thirty-Two, Business Man, Uncle-In-Law, Living
Paula Garth(nee Evans), Thirty, New Mother, Aunt, Living
Tessa Garth, Six Month, N/A, Cousin, Living
00V. pets
Parley, Two, German Shepherd/Husky Mutt, Living
0VI. overall history
What else would one do on a warm fall day in Dublin, Ireland but give birth to their second child after waiting six years and nine months for her to come along. Sure, she was going to be magical but that didn’t mean that a home birth was any more different than going to any magical hospital to do so. And it went rather quickly, the young child in a hurry to be seen by the world she kind of fell out and just screamed as the light touched her skin. Born on September 11th, 1978 was Sarah Lilith Evans, the pureblood daughter to the Evans family and little sister to Benjamin Evans. Sure it was quite the occasion, and what Irish family wouldn’t celebrate the birth of a healthy child, an insane one that’s who. And so the day of her birth she was passed around her entire family, shown off as she slept or, at least tried to. The day settled into the Irish darkness and all was still in the home as they put her to sleep, but now that the sky was black she couldn’t sleep, and thus the endless cycle of sleepless nights and crabby mornings started.
Though the years seemed to fly by, allowing them to settle back into the routine that they had formed years earlier with their oldest son when he was his sister’s age, nearly sleeping through the night the year she turned two, finding solid foods to be the most wonderful joy on the planet and yes, she was walking. Causing all the trouble that she could while not really getting punished for it much. She was small, learning and what better way to learn than the hard way? It was how everyone in Alyssa’s family learned so why should it be any different for her kids? So she burnt her hands, cut herself and gained many a scrapes in her life, but did she ever once die? Nope, because she had good parents, parents that knew what to do to keep their kids safe. Though as she grew older, now six, she experienced something that though wasn’t traumatic it was scary, scary enough to scar her for life.
Sleeping on your own was a scary thing, with monsters in the closet and vampires tapping on your window she slept restlessly many nights. And when there’s a nasty rain storm outside sleep is a lot harder to find especially for a small six year old. With the wind blowing, lightning flashing and thunder rocking the house she sat in bed nearly all night staring out the window wishing it would end so she could sleep. But she got the exact opposite. Lightning took a nasty turn, managing to strike just outside and the thunder caused sent her window flying open, the sound ringing out all around her has scarred her with a deep horrifying fear of thunderstorms and lightning. Though in this young girls life it’s most likely they most traumatic thing in her life that happened. After she was calmed for the night she found herself curled up in her brother’s bed where she would then make many late night visits so he could make the nightmares go away.
The years continued, she recovered from her young aged ordeal but the fear never left, causing her to have locks and reinforced glass put on her windows simply to keep it from breaking. But apart from her fear she was a normal eleven year old witch who had finally gotten her letter from Hogwarts. Yes, even in Ireland a witch could go to Hogwarts, they just had to get to kings cross on their own terms. Which was not hard, floo powder was always useful when needing to go places. And with Diagon ally close to Kings Cross, transportation was never a problem for the Evans family. During her first year, she was sorted into Gryffindor without a second glance from the sorting hat. Her pride and courage sticking out as she skipped to the Gryffindor table. And once the chaos and excitement of sorting was done, a normal year continued on.
She had several normal years actually, crushes came and went, she even discovered her love for flying during her first Flying lesson with Madam Hooch, as well as her love for transfiguration. It was, as well, in her second year that she was horribly allergic to her cat which she had choosen to come along with her. And with her fear of toads and her family not having enough money to afford a proper owl of her own, she begged Dumbledore to allow her a pet that she was not afraid of and one that wouldn’t cause her to break out in hives. He agreed and that summer she looked for a new puppy, which she in turn named Parley. With her dog, her normal years continued until her fourth year hit. That was when Harry Potter came into the picture and the school was turned up side down.
Her third year was rather calm outside the fact that she learned Harry Potter had gone in search for the Sorcerer’s Stone. She blew it off at first, figuring the first year to simply be lucky and trying to help the school in any way he could, like a true Gryffindor, even though him being the new Gryffindor seeker bugged her a bit. Her fourth was spent in terror and accusations of being pureblood and “the heir to slytherin”. She wasn’t even a damn slytherin and just because of her blood heritage she was accused. And lets not forget that Harry Potter was there to save the day from the Chamber of Secrets. First she thought he was just lucky, now he was just getting annoying. Sixth year was pretty normal outside of the wanted criminal roaming about the school. Sixth year, it was quite amazing to find that it was a normal year with nothing going wrong or bad.
And now we find Ms. Evans in her Seventh and last year, able to survive the long terk to become a woman and to be a legal witch. With her brother on the professional Irish Quidditch team she was there when everything went horribly wrong, and for once, things didn’t seem alright. There was an air about the hole thing. Even Ben seemed scared out of his mind and no one would really tell her why. Questions were always being thrown at the ministry and people were asking if they were safe? From what? What was out there to get all of them? She didn’t quite get that there had been a dark lord during her parents time, or that he could possibly be back. She was kept in the dark about that one, and her parents and brother plan on keeping it that way.
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00I. famous last words
"The Truth Hurts Honey Bunch"
0II. prove yourself
I wrote those damn rules!
III. post script
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Above her shined a brightly lit full moon, the beauty of the sky was silently calling the animal forth to run with it’s brother’s and sister’s, for one night, to be what it was meant to be. She smiled and allowed the pale silver light fall over her paling skin as she just stood there, in the middle of her wolves, all of them howling in delight as the light danced about them. A laugh left her lips as she looked down to them all. They all knew her secrets, the only pure blood wolves out there that did know, and that accepted her for what she was. She was tackled to the ground, licked and barked at to change, the oh so sweet elusive moon wasn’t the only thing urging her to change. But sadly her pack, the pack she commanded one night out of ever month would have to stay behind to night. The animal wouldn’t be caged in, and she wouldn’t risk letting them out. “Later my friends alright? Tomorrow, we’ll run.” Her promise was made and sealed with that of a howl of her own, her pack joining her in her song before running about in the bright night with their own kin, watching her climb the 10 foot tall chain link fence like that of a spider monkey before falling to the ground, on her feet, disappearing into the night.
The wind in her face was rather lovely, her dark tightly curled locks of hair hung loose in a nice little pony tail that would most certainly fall by the end of the night but she really didn’t care, if she got to be free then so did her hair. With ever step she took she skipped twice, giving her the look as if she was dancing about the forest in the most random of ways. She was, for once, truly happy with her life. Pogue had saved her, she was no longer in danger, and she could relax and be a normal werewolf for a little bit. And thus she found herself nearly running, truly running about the forest, dodging trees and jumping over fallen limbs to keeping her steady pace going. Adrenaline slowly started to pump, muscles grew and her eyes drained of that blue delicious color fading into that sea of orange, a color that was hungry for freedom but she didn’t give in yet, she wanted the freedom of being human just for a little while longer, to feel the wind on her face rather than her fur, to feel the leaves and sticks beneath her feet rather than her paws. Though she loved the animal inside, she loved being human even more.
The more she ran the harder it was to resist this urge to change, but it wasn’t that bad, just a nagging at the back of her beautiful head as she continued to run about in the forest in any which way her mind could comprehend before she got lost and confused and she would then need to change just to simply get back home. Another laugh came from her mouth, laughing at how pathetic she was. How easily she got lost and how easily she could find her way home thanks to her wolf, thanks to her protector. It had saved her many of times and every month she repaid it by allowing it to run wild under one condition, it had to stay under control, animals were only to be killed and then eaten, no one else, no matter how foul and disgusting they may be. But her lovely night wasn’t going to last. No matter how much she tried she wouldn’t have been able to see the blonde coming through here to go where ever it was she was going. Her orange eyes watched the blonde as she made a sudden stop, middle of everything, a white beautiful blimp stood motionless like a statue as the blonde moved ever so closer to Putnam barn. Of course the blonde didn’t notice her, and slowly, like a curious puppy she followed her.
She had caught her little comment, a coward? The blonde was a coward. Threatening to tell everyone she was a werewolf! The girl deserved to get a slap in the face for that one, and then a few good kicks and socks for causing Caleb so much damn pain. The girl was so full of herself. Sarah Evans was damn proud of who she was, and on a regular basis wished she didn’t have to hide who she was but she also liked the idea of living and thus she kept herself a secret, luckily Wenham had done that much too. She could thank her for that, but how she learned canceled that out anyway. She had scared Caleb so much that night, so much that they had both hid in his backyard until his mother found them both, soaking wet and cold. The blonde in front of her was purely lucky to even be alive. Then she talked about proposing, no doubt going to demand that Caleb propose by the end of the year. If that happened the girl might actually disappear for a good long while, and be found half starved somewhere out in the Mississippi perhaps. Or a little further than that even. Either way she would not allow her to ruin Caleb’s life like that. A small snicker left her lips as she continued to follow, sneaking and stalking her way into the barn without being seen for now. The rats were only the beginning of her hell tonight, that was for sure.
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Her words hit a cord, and she stood up straight, glaring at her, holding her tongue with teeth as the moon continued to call upon the animal tonight. The girl was setting herself up for trouble. Trouble that Sarah didn’t need and she knew Wenham would be more than willing to cause if the blame fell upon the one with the black hair and blue eyes. She was sure Wenham would do anything to get her out of Caleb’s life. “Look, blondie, I’ve got a few things to say alright? So listen real closely cause we all know how slow you are. One, you’d be damn lucky to get proposed to here. This place may not look beautiful but it’s beautiful in it’s history. If you would’ve grown up here then you would’ve known that. Two, don’t scare the rats, I’m sure you scare them more with that skimpy little pathetic outfit you call a school uniform. Three, you are clingy and suffocating! You RAN Caleb, who was BLIND at the time might I add, into his backyard, in the rain, until dawn! He ended up getting worse cause of your so called “love”…if anything it should be called oh…I don’t know but it sure ain’t love.” Her words sort of fell out of her mouth and she knew they were going to get her killed if anything worse. Wenham was sure to run to Caleb now, crying and bawling her “pretty” little blue eyes out saying how horrible she had treated her.
She quickly retaliated and Sarah couldn’t help but roll her eyes, the girl was doing nothing but getting herself into more shit than she was asking for. But a nerve was hit and she stiffened. He “will” marry her? How controlling could this girl get? Demanding Caleb to marry her against his will wasn’t right, if she loved him she wouldn’t have done that. In the end Sarah had always told herself that Wenham never truly loved Caleb, this only proved the point. And she had the nerve to say that she loved him? Now she was just pushing buttons she shouldn’t have. She had threatened family, straight to her face, and she didn’t like it.
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She continued ranting, spatting out threats, complaint and what ever the hell she wanted thinking she was little miss all that, most likely believing she owned the entire world at the current point and time. Sarah rolled her neck as she tried to keep herself in check. The animal no longer urged to get out, it was demanding it, why? The example would be the blonde girl that was now threatening Sarah’s very life as a flash of silver caught her eyes and her body went rigid. Her heart raced and the blonde seemed to notice this as she saw a smirk cross her lips as she took a step closer to Sarah’s being. “Stop it Wenham, this isn’t funny. Put that thing away alright? No one needs to get hurt here alright? Or do you really want Caleb to learn--” Her words were cut off as the blonde yelled, making Sarah jump and bit the inside of her cheek as the pain started to rise. The urge wasn’t just an urge anymore, it was a need. A necessity that needed to happen here soon or something bad was going to happen.
Sharp pain, burning, searing pain hit her shoulder as she felt the small petite hands hold her other one, her yell of anger was drained out by the beating of her own heart. She looked the blonde in the eye, no longer human, no longer there. There was a ear shattering crack and her back hunched over, her breathing very suddenly became ragged, hand holding the knife that was now deep inside her shoulder, yet she could see the top of the blade, she had cut her so deep, and yet not fully. The knife lay on top of her should, nearly all the way in. There was another crack and the other arm grabbed her stomach as her eyes went wide and all color drained from them, the once brightly lit blue eyes shallowed, the pupils turning into nothing but pin holes before rapidly expanding, orange replaced blue and the cracks became more frequent. First it was her back, tail forming in it’s oh so disgusting form, bone, then muscle, then skin. Looking deformed she hunched over and everything else just happened piece by piece. And as every piece fell into place a fully grown werewolf stood in front of the blonde and the rest was so quick, yet so slow. The creature backed her up into a corner, and pounced, taking her with. The creature tore and pulled at her neck, teeth stained red as she pulled and ripped apart her neck, slowly moving down to her shoulder and arm. Her screams were loud, only for a moment, and then it all faded away into the silence and stillness of a not so happy night.
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“No…no no no, I…no…” Her voice shook as a shaky hand removed the knife, half way eaten by her blood and it’s reaction to it. She had lost complete yet not full control. She had been mentally awake as a human through out the entire attack. She had just killed the girl she believed Caleb loved. And now, on her knees, naked and covered in the girls blood, she cried out loudly, sounding eerily like a howl over the girls practically half eaten body, shivering as the silver slowly made it’s way through her system and closer to her heart. Sarah Evans, had just killed her only competition.
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