Post by Dorcas E. Meadowes on Nov 5, 2012 15:41:26 GMT -5
Dorcas Elaine Meadowes
INTRODUCTIONS
FULL NAME: Dorcas E. Meadowes
NICKNAMES: Doe! Or Dork (latter only by complete gits!)
AGE:17
ALLEGIANCE: Order
PROFESSION OR YEAR GROUP: Seventh
SKIN DEEP
DESIRED PB: Nina Dobrev
HEIGHT: 5 foot 3
KEY FEATURES: Pretty ordinary really
DESCRIPTION:
Dorcas isn't the product of generations of careful pureblood breeding. Her mother is, but her father is a muggle. She's pretty much straight up straight down and doesn't put much time into her appearance. Perhaps for a special occasion she might put a bit of effort into dressing up, but she's so used to getting teased for her efforts by her brothers that she's more self concious with all the nice outfits, fancy hair or make up then without it. She spends so much time whizzing about on a broom for practice that putting effort into any of it seems silly. Even the clothes she does have she spends half her time trying to charm out the mud stains. So most of the time Doe looks pretty ordinary.
Doe doesn't really get too much in the way of attention from the opposite sex. She doesn't see that there is anything wrong with her and has come to assume that her male housemates are rather intimidated by their Quidditch star. Seeing her at her angriest, mouthing off every match probably wasn't the best advertisement for her kind spirit. Whatever the reason, Dorcas hadn't had much luck and it was probably just as well as when she does get attention she tends to take it the wrong way and become irritated quickly.
PERSONALITY
LIKES:
> Quidditch
> Winning
> Banter
>Football
> Muggle Films
> DADA
> Chilling in the Common Room
> Drinky Drinks
> Secretly still collecting her choc frog cards!
DISLIKES:
> Dark Magic
> Bullies
> Pureblood maniacs
> Losing
> Cowards
> Laziness
STRENGTHS:
> Perfectionist
> Intelligence
> Quidditch/Athleticism
> Brave
WEAKNESSES:
> Competitive
> Aggressive
> Temper
> Trusting
BOGGART: Losing her family.
PATRONUS: Winning the cup! And the form of a wild cat.
DESCRIPTION:
Dorcas has grown up with all brothers and has developed a very competitive, playful and boyish streak as a result. She is very athletic and loves her Quidditch, she's a chaser for Gryffindor. Sport in general has always been her passion. Her father used to take her to local football games with her brothers, and as soon as her eldest brother made the Gryffindor squad in his third year, she couldn't wait to start herself and best him at it. Doe has nothing against getting her hands dirty, and has had so many broken bones in her life she is a regular at the Hospital Wing.
On a personal level, Dorcas unintentionally seems drawn to the company of blokes over girls simply because of her upbringing. She does like to hang around with girls, as long as they aren't the gossiping, giggling type seen hovering dizzily around the marauders regularly. Basically she enjoys the company of anyone entertaining with half a brain cell. She tends to be kind to everyone, and isn't the type to pick on younger students (outside of the Quidditch field, where anyone is liable to receive her anger!)
Although she does have a temper, she tends to get most of her aggression out on the field and, if you aren’t a blood extremist, it takes a lot of effort to wind her up outside of that.
HISTORY
FATHER: Micheal Meadowes (Muggle)
MOTHER: Elizabeth Meadowes (Neé Macmillan)
BROTHER(S): Eli (21), Mark (19) and Tommy (14) Meadowes
BLOOD STATUS: Half
HOMETOWN: Manchester
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts
BIOGRAPHY:
Dorcas is the third child and first daughter of Micheal and Elizabeth. She grew up with regular teasing from her two older brothers, and quickly learned to hold her own in that respect. From an early age she needed a thick skin (literally!) and was competing with them in every way she could. It wasn't that she didn't get on with them, she loved their company though she'd never admit it, it was just the way it had always been. It was most definitely responsible for her competitive and argumentative streaks, as well as her temper and sense of abusive humour in later life.
Her parents weren't well off when she was growing up. Elizabeth Meadowes had come from a magical family of decent wealth, but her husband was from a working class muggle family. They grew up just south of Manchester in a terrace far too small for their growing family. Despite their financial status, Dorcas never wanted for anything. To be fair, she was incredibly easy to please. Everything she owned was a hand-me-down, which is why she got into the habit of wearing her hair very long; with her shape, dressed in old boy's clothes all the time it was the only way to tell what gender she was supposed to be. But that said, she wasn't the sort of person who it would bother. When she started Hogwarts she did get plenty of snobish remarks, almost entirely from Slytherin house, but with skin as thick as hers they bounced right off her. Okay, not quite, part of her wished she had been a better beater to knock seven shades out of them in retaliation, but it wouldn't keep her up at night.
When she was sixteen she got a summer job serving up greasy food in the local fish and chip shop her muggle uncle owned. It wasn't really ego building, smelling of chip fat half the time, and muggle money was pretty useless to her, but she enjoyed meeting and chatting to people, and she got to spend time with family she usually didn't see much of. It bemused the muggle side of the family that she and her brothers went off to boarding school, as it was incredibly unheard of in the muggle world. Although their extended paternal family was aware of wizadry, it made them uneasy and it was for that reason that they used minimal magic in the house, and almost none in their presence. Even her mother, a woman brought up in a pureblood family, had gotten into the habit of doing everything manually. As a result Dorcas tended to avoid magic for mindless tasks. She wouldn't be seen using a wand to turn pages, or hovering her books behind her. It didn't leave her out of practice, because she spent enough time studying. Grades didn't come naturally to her; she would work hard enough to keep them up, but she was far from a book worm. For years she had toyed with the idea of signing up with a Quidditch squad, where her grades would be entirely useless, but lately her plans were evolving.
Dorcas simply hated what the world was becoming. It made her sick to her stomach that people could be so cruel to others just because of their blood. Every day she feared to read the paper for the next set of horrors. She was terrified of hearing about some family she may know in the muggle community, or a classmate's family, or her own even. Muggles were being massacred, muggle-borns dissapearing and lately even purebloods were targeted if they didn't keep the right company. Doe’s family were a perfect target, they had each and every one of those targets. She was so infurated by it all she was seriously considering abandoning her dreams of stardom on the field and putting her head down for the grades to become an Auror.
When she received her first owl of horror, it only confirmed her thoughts. Her father had been murdered, his body found discarded around the back of a row of houses. She hadn't even been back at Hogwarts two days. When she thought about the last time she saw him, how happy he had been - it made her boil with anger. Her final year wasnt off to the best start, and she had avoided friends as best she could rather than gush her feelings. Doe knew eventually she would have to speak to someone, but until then she would be found practicing her skills on a broomstick, or buried in her notes.
SAMPLE POST:
Doe had spent the morning a Quidditch, had laid low in class, skipped lunch for the library and had even headed straight there after lessons had ended. She had avoided life all week, hoping to blend into the background and disappear in the crowd, wishing her friends away so she wouldn’t have to admit her grief. Then Gamp went missing, and her perspective changed entirely. The entire school was in either scared, saddened or sadistically satisfied with the incident, Dorcas just wanted to go home. It was all anyone could talk about, and the last thing anyone wanted to hear. Although she would love to run from the home turned hell that was Hogwarts, she knew it would be cowardly and she would regret it.
Through all the gossip, she had deciphered that the toga party had been the start of all the dramatics. Fights, fires and fowl blood status abuse had been thrown about at the Marauder’s annual event, it was shocking. It seemed unlikely that the two incidents weren’t related. Dorcas had received the news of her father’s gruesome passing at breakfast shortly before her invitation to the party, there was no chance of her going. She did feel bad, as annoying as those boys could be they were amusing and highly likable, they reminded her somewhat of her own siblings though she was nowhere as close. James was her Quidditch captain even, and she felt she ought to go. She had even got ready with the rest of the girls and shared their firewhisky as pre-drink. But when it came to it, she was simply to sad. She didn’t tell anyone, just made an excuse to hang behind and crawled into her bed to be alone with her misery. It was all rather angsty.
So when she heard the following day what had gone on, Doe felt even worse. She saw them that morning for the breakfast where Dumbledore announced the disappearance, but she never said a word. Some of her closest friends had even fallen out with her, calling her rude and uncaring, but they didn’t know and she couldn’t blame them, she was acting pretty selfish.
That in mind, after a day of finding every excuse to avoid the world, Dorcas finally submitted to the call of social life and the comfort of the Gryffindor Common Room. She had studied enough to carry her through to Christmas in her efforts to hide, and if she practiced Quidditch any longer she’d surely catch pneumonia. No, it was time to face the world again.
Unfortunatley, as soon as she decided she was ready for the world it rather rudely chose to avoid her. The common room was deserted, and she felt suddenly a bit downhearted. Just when she could do with some company, too. Sod’s law, it was. She settled into the couch by the fire and cosied into its cushy fabric. Doe would not listen to Hufflepuffs when they gloated the comfort of their little burrow, there could not be a more lusciously snug spot then the one she occupied at present. It was impossible. She stared into the fire dazedly, wondering how her family was coping.
OC:
YOUR NAME: Sarah
RP EXPERIENCE: 2 years
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