Title: MEADOWES, dorcas
Description: seventh year gryffindor
Dorcas Meadows - August 4, 2007 11:20 PM (GMT)
About YouName/Alias: kails
Contact [pm is acceptable]: PmThe BasicsFull name: Dorcas Agatha Meadowes
Nickname(s): Cassie, please
Birthday: November 5th
Wand type: 9" Cherry Wood, Pheonix feather
Classes: Charms, Transfiguration, DADA, Muggle Studies, Potions and DivinationAppearanceHeight: 5' 2"
Body Type: Athletic
Hair Color/Style: Brown, long and wavy
Eye Color: hazel
Scars/Distinguishing marks: A burn on her right wrist from a cauldron when she was young
Desrciption: Cassie has always had a look of innosence about her. She has always possessed bright, wide eyes that seem to watch the world with fascination and awe and childish ignorance. She seems almost oblivious to everything around her. Even as a small girl, people would often say she seemed to appear...lost. Still, the image of being lost is reflected on her face. I supposed that might be because she feels lost. Or maybe it's because she never found herself in the first place. But whatever the reason, it is clear from her face that something in her head doesn't seem to feel at home.
Cas is a short girl. That's quite the undertstatement, actually. She is a very short girl. She stands at 5' 2" and is quite proud of it. She has dark brown hair that fall in waves (never rings) to her shoulders and her bangs are cut straight across her forehead. The tips of them just brush the tops of her eyebrows. Her eyes are hazel and unusually large, which adds to the look of youth and naivete that she possesses. The strange thing about her eyes is that, though they seem childish, they also appear to be haunted by something that no one knows; which is quite a contrast. She has long dark lashes that frame them and give her a doll like quality. Beneath her eyes, her cheeks are dusted with freckles, which contrast pale skin.
Cassie has never had the mother's feminine touch in her world, so she was never a fashion diva. She preferes muggle clothes over anything else, which causes her grandmother a world of grief. She likes wearing jeans and t-shirts, especially ones with muggle bands on them. Many of her jeans have holes in them from too much wear and tear. She has an old pair of muggle sneakers that have seen better days and have been patched up with spello tape. She loves them and refuses to get rid of them
Face Claim: Grace Smalls
Appearance/Picture: Under the SkinPersonality: Cassie is, first, typicially Gryffindor. She is loyal to her friends and beliefs. For her friends, Cassie is the type of girl who would give anything for them. No price, even her own life, would be too much to pay for the safety of her friends. Cassie likes to think the best in people, which doesn't always end well for her. She is easy to befriend, but her friendship once gone, is gone for good. Cassie doesn't forgive easily. As for her beliefs, Cassie is equally devoted. Any cause or opinion that Cassie feels strongly for gets her full attention. Cassie puts everything she has into supporting what she feels is the right thing.
Cassie is stubborn as well. Her mind is difficult to change once it is made up. She will usually continue on with something even after it is a lost cause, simply becuse she can't allow herself to let go of it. When argueing with someone, she is hardly the first to cave. She hates showing any signs of weakness, which feeds her refusal to relent to anything. When she backs down on something, it makes her feel vulnerable. She hates feeling the least bit weak, so she does everything in her power to keep from feeling that way.
Dorcas loves to laugh. She has a very off beat sense of humor that no one seems to understand at all. Only her close friends can determine when she cracking a joke and when she isn't. Everyone else always feels as if they're missing something while the group laughs. Cassie doesn't mind having tricks pulled on her, as long as they're good ones. She can appreciate a good trick, but if she deems it to be childish and unimaginative, she'll be annoyed.
Cas is also a bit reckless. As a quidditch player, she is often put in positions where she can choose the contemplated, but safer reaction or the impusive, but reckless reaction. She usually goes for the latter. Cas hardly thinks things through when she acts. Her response when people ask her what the plan is generally is 'I'll figure it out." She gets herself into jams a lot because of this line of thinking, but is now an expert at talking her way out of them. In addition, she usually gets into accidents while in these situations and spends much of her time with a brken something in the hospital wing.
Cassie likes to be seen a strong person. Not physically strong, but mentally. She hates for people to think her weak and fights to keep up an image of independence. Cas refuses to let herself cry, unless around people she trusts. If you've seen her in tears, she believes you to be a close friend. Cas hardly cries over broken bones of cuts, but she will break down over internal wounds.
stuck up pure bloods
admitting she's wrong
Getting out of jams
Procrastinating (she calls it an art form)
A killer smile
She's too trusting of people upon first meeting them
Avoids eye contact when talking about her mother
Has to have something in her hands when it's too quiet
Talks more when she's tired
Always has to face the door when sleeping
Boggart: Her grandmother
Mirror of Erised: Her mother
Anything else:Where Do You Come From?Parents: Emerick and Agatha Meadows
Other relatives: Her Grandmother on her father's side, Ida Meadows
Race/Origin: English and Russian
History: Dorcas Meadows was born on November 5th to Emerick and Agatha Meadows. Or at least, she was supposed to be born to Emerick and Agatha. Agatha died from blood loss in childbirth, so Dorcas was presented to her father alone, as her mother was wheeled to the morgue. It was a dreary start to her life and bittersweet for her family. Emerick named his daughter Dorcas, which had been Agatha's favorite on their list, though he detested it.
After her mother's death, Dorcas and her father went to live with her grandmother Ida. Emerick hadn't the slightest clue what to do with a daughter. Though he loved her, it was clear to see the pain in his eyes as he saw his daughter grow into the spitting image of her mother. Ida was nothing like Agatha had been. She was cold and strict, where Agatha had been warm and loving. Ida held contempt for the girl because of her likeness to her mother. Ida had never liked how that "Muggleborn hussy" had stolen her pureblooded baby boy from her.
Because Ida was such a strict matriarch, Cassie avoided her when she was a little girl. She spent much of her time wandering through the muggle neighborhood that they lived in. There was a family that lived down the street that had four children. Their second oldest was a boy named Edgar, who was Cassies age. He was the one who started calling her Cassie in the first place. When she came home and asked to be called by her new nickname, she revealed to her grandmother her friendship with the muggle boy. After that she was forbidden from seeing any of them again. It was the first time she experiance wizarding prejudice.
When she was eight, Ida thought it might be a good idea to send her to a baording school for young witches. No magic would be taught, but it would be a place for her to learn to be a proper young witch in society. Emerick had been wallowing in depression since the death of his wife and had only surface from in a year or two prior to this. It was then that he stood up to his mother, who he had cowered before until that time. After that, her father became her closest friend. He bought a house outside of London. Though the house seemed empty with just the two of them, it seemed nice enough.
Her father taught her to play quidditch and they would often spend long afternoons together outside. They could sit in silence or talk for hours. Every week, a howler would arrive from Ida, but her father kept a bucket of water handy. When Dorcas went off to Hogwarts, she missed her father dreadfully. Without her there, he was quite lonely and took to visiting his mother again. Ida always seemed to have a terrifying hold on people.
In school, Cas made many friends. She liked to play quidditch for fun and tried out for the team when she reached her second year, making it as an alternate beater. In her fourth year she got a position as a regular on the team. Her grades were good, overall. When she was in fifth year, she decided that her ambitions were leading her to becoming an auror and fighting against whatever evil the world had in store for her. RP sample:
| Lily had never had any intention of saying 'yes' to one of James' invitations to dinner. Her response was usually a look of disgust mixed with some kind of refusal. But each time he asked, she became more and more annoyed. And today seemed like the perfect storm. None of her classes had been going right, the first years had to be the most useless students ever to walk the Hogwarts grounds and she spilled potion on her new robe. Overall, things had not been going well at all. Then James' came by and asked her out and it was simply the icing on the cake. She had found the way to vent her anger.|
Lily was usually not sugar sweet when it came to turning down James. But today, all of her hatred and anger went into the declination. She told him he was vile and she informed him of all the people she would rather go on a date with. Then she stormed away in her usual fashion. James didn't know, but Lily had a habit of watching him after she refused him. It started as her trying to see if her would ever lay off. Then it turned into facination of his persisitance. However, today, her refusal struck him differently. James almost always continued on with his day after she said 'no'.
He had snapped and yelled at his best friend. And what's worse, Lily felt awful. She had been hoping to make him have some sort of human response to rejection and now that he had, Lily couldn't help but feel guilty. Her own problems seemed meaningless now that she knew James was so messed up by her. It was her fault and she now knew that it had to be fixed. Lily had moped around for the rest of the afternoon after the incident, until her roomates kicked her out. They had seen what had happened, but she had been rather annoying and so she began to wander. Maybe she would find James and be able to set things right.
The sun was setting and Lily had made her way around almost the entire school. SHe still hadn't caught sight of messy black hair and a pair of dark glasses. She was about to give up when she realized how stupid she was being. James was always at the Quidditch pitch. Elated that she found the one place he had to be hiding, Lily took off in a run to the pitch. It loomed ahead of her, enhanced by the sun. As she reached the edge, she stopped short. She could see him, laying down on the ground. Lily leaned against one of the stands. What was she doing? He wasn't of her concern.
But somewhere inside, she knew she had to fix things. Taking a deep breath, Lily entered the pitch.
"Hey" she said softly, pushing her hair behind one ear.
Bobby - August 7, 2007 07:53 PM (GMT)
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