Rosalind Laverne Pendergast
Nicknames: Rosie. She feels like she's outgrown it and keeps trying to get people to call her Rose or even Rosalind instead, but she even thinks of herself as Rosie most of the time.
Birthdate: June 17, 1866
Current Age: 16
Occupation: Hogwarts Student, Prefect
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
- Oak | Strength, courage, and fidelity: these things are demanded by an oak wand. While Rosalind may be a Slytherin, she quietly possesses all of these traits. She also possesses an an affinity for plants (especially as they pertains to medicine), which is common in owners of oak wands. Rosalind was also born shortly before the summer solstice, while the oak is still the King of the Forest.
- Phoenix Feather | Reflecting Rosie's own range, phoenix feather is a wand core with great range of its own. It also has a tendency to show initiative at times, which sometimes suprises its owner.
- Ten and One Half Inches | Rosalind is an expert at restraint, which is reflected in her moderately sized wand.
- Bendable | Well aware of social and familial pressures, Rosie is used to bending to the will of others without changing the core of who she is.
Social Class: Upper Class
- Auberon-Willoughby Raoul Vincent Llewelyn aka Leopold Arieh Trelawney, secret fiancé and potential betrothed, 1865
- Philip Silas Pendergast, father, 1826
- Olivia Regina Pendergast née Lestrange, mother, 1837
- Regan Aaron Pendergast, brother, 1861
Linaeve Eirian Dawson née Wilkinson née Pendergast, sister, 1861-1883
- Evelyn Leigh Abercrombie née Pendergast, sister, 1863
- William Fernand Pendergast, brother, 1864
- Ellory Ambrosine Pendergast, sister, 1867
- Regina Aphrodite Pendergast, sister, 1883
- Warrick Lucius Pendergast, brother, 1883
At five feet and two inches in height, Rosie's stature is relatively average for a Victorian woman, and she fully expects to gain another inch or two and be firmly "not short" by the time that she finishes growing. Her weight is slightly below average, but not notably so. With chocolaty brown eyes and long dark blond hair, Rosie is pretty, but not overly so. When she smiles she has dimples in her fair cheeks. She is right handed.
History: Rosalind Laverne Pendergast was born fifth in the Pendergast family and given a name with a very pretty meaning: beautiful rose of spring. That was probably a good thing, because being squeezed between Hugo and Ellory as she was meant that she was frequently overlooked in the large family. She grew up much closer to Evelyn and Ellory than she was to her own mother and looking up to their eldest sister instead of Olivia herself.
The years passed with Rosie trying to be good and ladylike, and she channeled her athletic tendencies into acceptable channels. When she went to Hogwarts, she did not even consider joining the Quidditch team even though she fancied she would make a very good Beater. Socially acceptable outlets such as riding and hunting had to be enough, and even at eleven she was aware of the fact.
She did well in school, excelling in Potions and Herbology. Rosie was very hands-on and even started Care of Magical Creatures in her third year. Currently she is looking forward to her O.W.L.s year and being able to focus on her potion-making interests.
Personality: Intelligent. Resourceful. Ambitious. Subtle. Athletic.
Boggart: A void; loneliness and meaninglessness.
Amortentia: Expensive, subtly spicy perfumes.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Practically the whole summer was gone. In a blink Rosie had gone from barely-out-for-the-summer fourth year to a prefect who was going to be heading back down the road to Hogwarts in two and a half weeks. Just two and a half weeks and then she'd be not only returning to school, but also starting her first term as a bloody prefect.
Right now, though,
Rosie Rose needed to replace her cauldron. She was studying for her O.W.L.s at the end of the year, and she absolutely had to get an O in Potions. There would be no chance for her to actually use the skills she was honing, to actually become a healer, but perhaps she'd be able to make medicinal potions and tend to the sick as charity.
Biting the inside of her cheek gently (a bad habit, but one that Rosie couldn't seem to break) the soon to be fifth year pulled off her glove so that she could more closely examine the quality of one of the cauldrons.