Post by lenore ivy caxton on Sept 21, 2010 0:06:58 GMT -5
LENORE • IVY • CAXTON
LOOKS LIKE THE HOLY GHOST IS GONE
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,NICKNAMES: Len, Lennie, Caxton
,GENDER: Female
,SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
,AGE/D.O.B: 18/October 26th
,HOUSE: Hufflepuff
,OCCUPATION: N/A
,BLOOD STATUS: Pure
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[/size]NOW YOU’RE AFRAID OF YOURSELF
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,HAIR: Brown-black, down to her middle back, shiny/glossy
,EYES: Emerald-green
,BODY AND HEIGHT: Skinny & slightly muscular, about 5'5"
,MARKINGS: Left nostril pierced, both ear lobes pierced, two piercings in left cartilage, monroe piercing, tattoo on her left wrist that says "Karma," tattoo on her right foot that says "Carpe Diem"
,CLOTHING/STYLE: Lennie is a free spirit. Her wardrobe constantly changes color and style. She's a very spontaneous person and it definitely shows in her fashion choices. Lenore wears a multitude of things. Her outfits changing daily. One day she's seen in jeans and a halter top, and other day she's seen in a mini-skirt and black corset. She likes little clips or anything that goes in her hair as well. Handwarmers and legwarmers are another one of her fashion choices as well. Overall, it's pretty hard to predict what she'll wear.
,ANYTHING ELSE: N/A
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OVER YOUR SHOULDER YOU HAVE TO WATCH
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,DISLIKES: liars, traitors, authority, winter, hot dogs, politics, headaches, betrayal, hypocrites, getting sick, passing out drunk, waking up early, rejection, being ignored, tripping up the stairs, country music.
,STRENGTHS: confident, outspoken, independent, witty, determined, quidditch, charms, gardening.
,WEAKNESSES: hard on herself, over-thinks things, somewhat shy, love, vulnerable (almost always has her guard down), slightly slutty,
,PRIORITIES: magic, loves, friends, her brother, pets.
,BOGGART: bad reputations, losing her brother
,ERISED: to finally move on from her past.
,VERITASERUM: she made out with a girl once, she hid her mother's suicide note from her brother.
,PATRONUS: fox, a family outing she took to the park when she was nine years old.
,PENSIEVE: finding her mother hanging from the bar in her closet, dead.
,PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Lennie is generally a friendly person. She isn't afraid to be adventurous and branch out to meet new people. One of her key goals is to surround herself with friends and people she can trust. However, she hates losing friends and frets over it constantly. She is very much into guys as well, and she would gladly have a guy's friendship over a girl's. Which is why often she is seen as a flirt and sometimes even a slut.
To go hand in hand with that image, Len does tend to drink and party quite a bit. Often, she gets a little over friendly with her guy friends, and even guys she has never met before. Usually she does flirt in these situations, but she normally only means it in a friendly way (unless one of said guys is YOWZA hot). Most of the time if she's drinking in the first place, she's either bored or feeling lonesome and/or depressed. So, naturally she surrounds herself with things (guys, in this case) that boost her self esteem and make her feel good.
Even though she's friendly and flirty, Lenore can be a serious bitch if you fuck with her. It takes a lot to piss her off (mostly she just gets sad or disappointed) but when you cross that line, watch out. Lennie can be vicious in both words and actions. Of course, she isn't a violent person, but there was one time when a girl was way out of line and she bitch slapped her right across the face. It wasn't one of her finest moments, but it only emphasizes the point not to mess with her. Len may look like a doormat sometimes, and even act it on occasion. But, step on her too many times and be prepared to receive some backlash.
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HEAVEN FALL INTO HELL
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,MOTHER: Martha Elise (Davis) Caxton (deceased)
,SIBLINGS: Gavin Dace Caxton, 18
,OTHER FAMILY: None that she's in touch with.
,SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: Middle class.
,HISTORY OVERVIEW: On October twenty-sixth, both Lenore Ivy and Gavin Dace, fraternal twins, were born into this world. As a child, Lenore grew up happy, in a satisfying home with a witch and wizard as her parents. Natually, she was always around magic and it didn't take long for her to develop her small, usable-around-the-house powers. She had an extremely normal and healthy relationship with both her parents and her brother. Basically, childhood was as predictable as it was for many other people.
Now, Lenore's teenage years were radically different than how she had grown up as a child. Toward the fourteen and fifteen year-old stages, her parents showed much more signs of fighting and not getting a long, more than she had ever witnessed in her childhood. One day, about a month or so after her brother and herself turned fifteen, their parents got into a huge fight. She remembers her father storming out in an angry rage and not coming back the whole night. In the morning, Lenore and her brother woke to the sound of their mother in hysterics: their father had been in a car accident and had died. Grief overtook the family. Their mother constantly blamed herself, never left the house anymore, and could be found doing nothing buy crying. Three months after the accident, her brother was sick of not being fed and having the cable, heat, and water turned off. He told her off, which only upset her more.
Six months went by and her mother never recuperated. One day, after Lennie had gotten back from school (she was always home earlier than Gavin, since Gavin had practiced for something or other), she found her mother hanging from the pole in her closet. On the floor underneath her, a note reading: "Tell Gav he's wrong, I will never get over this." Both siblings shuffled around foster homes until they were eighteen (although both had been attending Hogwarts regularly since they were eleven) and the note has remained secret from her brother ever since.
By now, Lennie has mostly overcome her depression and tragedy from the incident and is trying to move on and up in the world. But like any other human being, she often has moments of weakness dealing with the happening.
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,YOURAGE: Seventeen
,YOUREXPERIENCE: About three and a half years.
,YOUROTHERCHARS: None so far.
,YOURSAMPLE: (from another site)
Relief was coursing through her system. Rosaline was leaving the scene of the crime. That, as of right now, was for sure a good thing. It would give Shayla a chance to get into Jagger's head, and hopefully try to turn him to seeing her skewed view of the whole situation. Plans were whipping around violently in her head. Scheming hadn't always been Shay's strong point, that was for sure, and having to think on her feet didn't make the progress any better. How could she persuade Jag to her side without giving herself away? A few more tears tumbled down her face; god, she hoped she looked nice and upset about the whole thing, even though it felt like triumph was itching under her skin.
But the feelings of triumph and her positiveness was slowly fading from her. After all, her only useful power for reading people was Empathy. And as of right now, Jagger definitely wasn't feeling any forms of empathy toward her, that she was particularly sure of. No way did Aristoshay like it, either. She bit down on her lip, beginning to look up at Jag as she heard him stepping toward her. Her eyelids were rimmed with tears. Aris was beginning to open her mouth, hoping to explain the whole situation (well, her side that would hopefully get him to believe her) when he up and spoke first. His words drifted into her ears; she heard him say he was sorry, and at once she jumped to the conclusion that he was sorry about Rose's attitude. After all, for all he knew, Rosaline didn't have any reason to be that pissed at her (save that Shayla only slept with her boyfriend). But her optimistic frame of mind shattered at the next words that were spoke.
Aristoshay was completely blown out of the park, metaphorically speaking. If her jaw wasn't attatched by bone and tissue, she swore it could have fallen off. Words that wanted to come out got choked up in her throat. Actually, it felt more like her whole throat was closing up. All she could do was stare at the money that was being thrown at her, and watch him walk away. "I'm your friend! I should mean more to you than your slutty girlfriend!" The point was probably moot, since he was already rushing down the steps.
A burst of anger erupted from her chest. Never had Aristoshay felt like this before. Her face was getting hot, and probably turning red. The fact that her Empathy power magnified all the emotions around her wasn't helping much either. It wasn't that she wanted to date Jagger, because she really didn't. But she felt like he couldn't just avoid her forever. They slept together and whether he wanted to admit it or not, that meant something. Sure, if they hadn't been friends prior to, it may have not meant anything at all.
Her mind was a swirling rage of thought and anger. Pressing her fingers to her temples, she tried to regain focus of what was important here. Rosaline. If Aristoshay somehow took Rose out of the picture, maybe she could get Jagger to herself. No, of course that did not mean physically 'taking her out.' She wasn't a mobster, for christ's sake. No. Shay needed a plan, and a damn good one at that. If she could, in some way, get Rose to step out on Jag, or some other cunning scheme such as that, maybe all this could get resolved.
How was all that going to happen though? Instead of further stressing her brain with 'what-ifs' and 'how-to's' and trying to work out the complicated details all in one go, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. One step at a time. That was the best advice she could give herself right now. Just take everything one step at a time and (this is the part she would pray at night for) things would fall securely into place.
Pushing herself off of the ground, she wiped away her fake tears of sorrow and shoved her hand roughly into her pockets. Looking out into the horizon, she noticed the sky getting abnormally dark blue-green. Lightning struck in the distance and the wind was beginning to whip her sleek black hair in crazy ways. To put it bluntly, she was pissed.
It looked like a good time to visit her old friend Matt. He was a genius; a whiz at working out complicated problems.
Taking one last look at the abnormal storm that was starting to brew throughout the sky, she whisked away toward the exit. She descended the stairs and back into the academy she went. Shay walked with a purpose; if anyone were to walk by, they would certainly be able to tell not to cross her path right now. Off to Matt's she went.
But the feelings of triumph and her positiveness was slowly fading from her. After all, her only useful power for reading people was Empathy. And as of right now, Jagger definitely wasn't feeling any forms of empathy toward her, that she was particularly sure of. No way did Aristoshay like it, either. She bit down on her lip, beginning to look up at Jag as she heard him stepping toward her. Her eyelids were rimmed with tears. Aris was beginning to open her mouth, hoping to explain the whole situation (well, her side that would hopefully get him to believe her) when he up and spoke first. His words drifted into her ears; she heard him say he was sorry, and at once she jumped to the conclusion that he was sorry about Rose's attitude. After all, for all he knew, Rosaline didn't have any reason to be that pissed at her (save that Shayla only slept with her boyfriend). But her optimistic frame of mind shattered at the next words that were spoke.
Aristoshay was completely blown out of the park, metaphorically speaking. If her jaw wasn't attatched by bone and tissue, she swore it could have fallen off. Words that wanted to come out got choked up in her throat. Actually, it felt more like her whole throat was closing up. All she could do was stare at the money that was being thrown at her, and watch him walk away. "I'm your friend! I should mean more to you than your slutty girlfriend!" The point was probably moot, since he was already rushing down the steps.
A burst of anger erupted from her chest. Never had Aristoshay felt like this before. Her face was getting hot, and probably turning red. The fact that her Empathy power magnified all the emotions around her wasn't helping much either. It wasn't that she wanted to date Jagger, because she really didn't. But she felt like he couldn't just avoid her forever. They slept together and whether he wanted to admit it or not, that meant something. Sure, if they hadn't been friends prior to, it may have not meant anything at all.
Her mind was a swirling rage of thought and anger. Pressing her fingers to her temples, she tried to regain focus of what was important here. Rosaline. If Aristoshay somehow took Rose out of the picture, maybe she could get Jagger to herself. No, of course that did not mean physically 'taking her out.' She wasn't a mobster, for christ's sake. No. Shay needed a plan, and a damn good one at that. If she could, in some way, get Rose to step out on Jag, or some other cunning scheme such as that, maybe all this could get resolved.
How was all that going to happen though? Instead of further stressing her brain with 'what-ifs' and 'how-to's' and trying to work out the complicated details all in one go, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. One step at a time. That was the best advice she could give herself right now. Just take everything one step at a time and (this is the part she would pray at night for) things would fall securely into place.
Pushing herself off of the ground, she wiped away her fake tears of sorrow and shoved her hand roughly into her pockets. Looking out into the horizon, she noticed the sky getting abnormally dark blue-green. Lightning struck in the distance and the wind was beginning to whip her sleek black hair in crazy ways. To put it bluntly, she was pissed.
It looked like a good time to visit her old friend Matt. He was a genius; a whiz at working out complicated problems.
Taking one last look at the abnormal storm that was starting to brew throughout the sky, she whisked away toward the exit. She descended the stairs and back into the academy she went. Shay walked with a purpose; if anyone were to walk by, they would certainly be able to tell not to cross her path right now. Off to Matt's she went.
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