Post by Briony Cauldwell on Oct 3, 2010 14:37:59 GMT -5
Briony Amelia Cauldwell
[/b][/color][/size][/font]15, Hufflepuff, 5th
Basics:
Full Name:Briony Amelia Cauldwell
Nickname(s):None
DoB:October 18, 2007
Sexuality:Heterosexual
The Wizarding World:
Blood Status:Halfblood
Affiliated With:Undecided
Wand:10 ½ inch Birch, Kelpie mane hair
Appearance:
Sentences, no bullets
Hair:Briony absolutely detests her shoulder length rust colored hair. It is completely unmanageable, most days she doesn’t even bother to do anything other than brush it. She is unsure from where she inherited this particular trait, as both her parents have very mousy brown hair. The curls seem to hate Briony back, as they vary in size every morning so she couldn’t make her hair look nice if she tried.
Eyes:Her eyes are a deep hazel color and are generally wide in appearance. She doesn’t usually bother with any make-up, her eyelashes are quite thick enough without anything helping. Her eyes are usually crinkled up into a smile, and even when they’re not they’re filled with glee.
Face:As she would call it, it’s quite the ‘baby face’. She has the chubby cheeks and the dimples that make it seem almost childish. Her mother would prefer to call it the cherub’s face, with a nice pink flush that covers her face whenever she gets embarrassed.
Body, include weight and height:In general, her body is a little bit on the chubby side, but she prefers to call it curvy for self esteem reasons. Last time she checked she was 5’7” and 155 pounds, but that was a few months ago. She tends to avoid weighing herself, preferring to just assume that she’s smaller than she sees herself in the mirror.
Face Claim:N/A
Other:Briony’s hands are very small, they dwarf in comparison to pretty much everyone else’s. This doesn’t inhibit any activities or anything, and nobody would notice if she didn’t bring it up in casual conversation. In fact, the only time that this actually effects her life is when she attempts to wrap her hand around someone else’s.
Personality:
The most common way that Briony is described would be “That loud girl over there”. She is, in fact, very boisterous and friendly to practically everyone. She has been known to carry out conversations with people halfway across the Great Hall. This generally creates some arguments between her and the more stern students, particularly some prefects. Teachers also don’t seem to appreciate her friendliness, but she can’t fathom why.
In classes she is a bit quieter, more concentrated on the subject at hand. Unfortunately, she is quite untalented when it comes to most kinds of spellcasting. Oddly enough, while she gets bad grades in Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, she is quite adept at Charms. Why the reason why she may be good at Charms but not the other two is anybody’s guess, Briony certainly has no clue. She also tends to be absolutely horrid at any subject that leans towards the academic and boring rather than the fun. As it may seem, she really is just adept at anything school related.
Although most of the time she’s a very pleasant, if not a in need of volume control, person; she does have some fairly undesirable traits as does everyone. Briony tends to be a bit of a gossip, enjoying adorning stories with exaggerations rather than just keeping them to herself. This can be a pain for anyone who chooses to confide in her, because chances are that she will tell the next person she talks to. In addition to that, she gets emotionally attached to things that she really shouldn’t. This could be a person, or maybe just a lucky charm, but its attachment nonetheless.
Speaking of lucky charms, Briony has been very superstitious since being introduced to the Wizarding World. She has several traditionally lucky charms that she carries around on her person, and a few charms that she just found and figured that she was destined to carry around. These few consist of a sparkly pebble she found by the lake during her first year, a striped paper clip that reminded her of a candy cane, and the washing instructions from her favorite jeans.
In classes she is a bit quieter, more concentrated on the subject at hand. Unfortunately, she is quite untalented when it comes to most kinds of spellcasting. Oddly enough, while she gets bad grades in Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, she is quite adept at Charms. Why the reason why she may be good at Charms but not the other two is anybody’s guess, Briony certainly has no clue. She also tends to be absolutely horrid at any subject that leans towards the academic and boring rather than the fun. As it may seem, she really is just adept at anything school related.
Although most of the time she’s a very pleasant, if not a in need of volume control, person; she does have some fairly undesirable traits as does everyone. Briony tends to be a bit of a gossip, enjoying adorning stories with exaggerations rather than just keeping them to herself. This can be a pain for anyone who chooses to confide in her, because chances are that she will tell the next person she talks to. In addition to that, she gets emotionally attached to things that she really shouldn’t. This could be a person, or maybe just a lucky charm, but its attachment nonetheless.
Speaking of lucky charms, Briony has been very superstitious since being introduced to the Wizarding World. She has several traditionally lucky charms that she carries around on her person, and a few charms that she just found and figured that she was destined to carry around. These few consist of a sparkly pebble she found by the lake during her first year, a striped paper clip that reminded her of a candy cane, and the washing instructions from her favorite jeans.
Likes:
- Sugary treats
- The newest gossip
- Cats
- Singing, even if she is absolutely horrid at it
- Talking
- Charms
- Attention
- New experiences
- Adrenaline rushes
- Choosing to relax outside rather than study
Dislikes:
- Studying
- Boredom
- The dark
- Fire
- Narcissism
- Untidiness
- Losing things, because she seems to always being misplacing something
- People disagreeing with her
- Ravenclaws, they think they’re so high and mighty
- People who doubt her intelligence as a consequence of her grades
Family:
First and Last Name, muggle or witch/wizard, occupation
Mother: Alicia Lamberty, halfblood, homemaker
Father: Theodore Cauldwell, halfblood, healer at St. Mungo’s
Siblings: Rose Cauldwell; Baby sister, currently three years old and is the apple of her parents eyes.
Others (list): Briony’s extended family is quite large, but she doesn’t ever see them apart from the reunions they have once a year at the more elderly relatives demand.
History and Details: Briony was born in London and has lived there since. She was born to her parents, Alicia and Theodore Cauldwell, both who came to London after their own magical schoolings in Hogwarts. They both preferred the city, and it was really the most convenient place to live what with Theodore working at St. Mungo’s. Of course, he could always use floo powder to get to work, but it’s so much cheaper just to walk.
Briony was homeschooled by her mother until the age of 11, when she invariably received her invitation to Hogwarts. She already knew some of the children that she was going to school with, some were her father’s coworkers’ children, others simply lived around her in London. She sat by a few children that she had had playdates with since practically birth, even if they weren’t the kind of people she generally liked to be around. The general conversation on that first train ride had been about houses and pranks that older students pulled on first years. It seemed that the general consensus about houses was that everybody wanted to be in Gryffindor because of “The famous Harry Potter,” and Slytherin because they were just generally badasses. Ravenclaw seemed to be receiving positive reactions as well, while Hufflepuff were called the leftovers. Briony swore at that point that she would be a Hufflepuff and that she would wear the yellow proudly.
Lo and behold, The Sorting Hat seemed to agree with her determination to be in Hufflepuff. She was the only first year after the sorting at the Hufflepuff table with a smile on her face. To this day Briony still retains a great pride in her house, even if everyone else thinks they’re just a bunch of duffers.
After a few classes, her ineptitude with the academic part of Hogwarts was obvious. This made her make friends with some snobby Ravenclaws, out of necessity. They helped her with her homework, in return she provided them with some companionship. Briony clearly got the better deal out of this, but the Ravenclaws almost seemed to enjoy doing her homework. After a few years of failing exams, Briony learned that she should probably learn how to do some of the work herself. She cut off ties with the group of Ravenclaws, preferring to instead make friends with the people with a correct idea of a good time.
Briony was homeschooled by her mother until the age of 11, when she invariably received her invitation to Hogwarts. She already knew some of the children that she was going to school with, some were her father’s coworkers’ children, others simply lived around her in London. She sat by a few children that she had had playdates with since practically birth, even if they weren’t the kind of people she generally liked to be around. The general conversation on that first train ride had been about houses and pranks that older students pulled on first years. It seemed that the general consensus about houses was that everybody wanted to be in Gryffindor because of “The famous Harry Potter,” and Slytherin because they were just generally badasses. Ravenclaw seemed to be receiving positive reactions as well, while Hufflepuff were called the leftovers. Briony swore at that point that she would be a Hufflepuff and that she would wear the yellow proudly.
Lo and behold, The Sorting Hat seemed to agree with her determination to be in Hufflepuff. She was the only first year after the sorting at the Hufflepuff table with a smile on her face. To this day Briony still retains a great pride in her house, even if everyone else thinks they’re just a bunch of duffers.
After a few classes, her ineptitude with the academic part of Hogwarts was obvious. This made her make friends with some snobby Ravenclaws, out of necessity. They helped her with her homework, in return she provided them with some companionship. Briony clearly got the better deal out of this, but the Ravenclaws almost seemed to enjoy doing her homework. After a few years of failing exams, Briony learned that she should probably learn how to do some of the work herself. She cut off ties with the group of Ravenclaws, preferring to instead make friends with the people with a correct idea of a good time.
Other: Nope
Role-playing Sample:
”Darling, are you all right, do you have everything you need?” A mousy haired middle aged woman directed towards the girl behind her.“Yes mom.” Briony Cauldwell said, her eyes busy scanning the crowd for a potential reason to bid her mother farewell early.
“Do you have extra money?” Her mother asked for the third time.
“Yes mom.” Briony replied, not listening to the question. Her father had opted out of going with them to King’s Cross, preferring the less hectic atmosphere of the third floor of St. Mungo’s; the Potion and Plant Poisoning Department, where he worked.
“What about your cat, what’s her name?”
“Pandora. She got hit by a car last summer.” Briony said, with a glare directed towards her mother.
“Oh yes. Real shame. I liked that cat.” A frown danced across her mother’s face.
“You did not. She bit you all the time and you hated cleaning her litterbox.” Briony pointed out.
“Well you don’t say that you don’t like things when they’ve passed on, dear. It’s simply not in good taste.”
Briony sighed. She hadn’t liked the cat either. It had reminded her of her mother; it was stupid.
“Well, mom, I’m going to get on the train now.” Briony said with a final kind of tone in her voice.
“Oh! Alright then.” Her mother said with a sad look. She wrapped her arms around her daughter in a tight embrace. “I love you darling.”
“Love you too mom.” Briony said weakly, her mother was crushing her lungs.
“Remember to write weekly.”
“Yes mom.”
“I’ll send you lots of treats so you can make friends.”
“Kay mom.”
“Try really hard not to get kicked out.”
“Yes mom.”
“And remember that this year is your O.W.L.s so you have to work hard.”
“Yes mom. I know mom.” Briony said as she started to turn away.
“Have a good year!” Her mother exclaimed loudly after her.
“Kay mom! Bye mom!” Briony said exasperatedly with a small smile on her face.
“Goodbye! I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you too!” Briony waved.
“I love you!”
“I love you too, mom!”
“I love you more!” Her mother said, clearly not intending to stop this anytime soon.
“Mom! Go home!” Briony said with a chuckle. She knew from experience that this would go on for hours if she didn’t put an end to it.
“Okay! Have fun! Don’t get in too much trouble!”
“Go home mom!” Briony said exasperatedly as she walked away from her mother, her luggage dragging behind her. Her mother had done the majority of the packing, that was clear in the sheer amount of the luggage. Briony probably had more useless crap in her luggage than anyone else in the whole of Hogwarts.
It was also clear that her mother had made the family take a few pictures before Briony left. She was wearing a floral patterned dress, something that she didn’t really detest, but nonetheless that she wanted to rip off her body and get some jeans on quick like. Unfortunately, that was not possible since she didn’t know where her mother had packed her normal people clothes and public nudity was generally frowned upon. Briony would assume that her mother had planned this if she didn’t know that Alicia Cauldwell was more scatterbrained than her daughter and therefore not capable of such a diabolical deed.
At least Briony could take off the ridiculous floppu sunhat that her mother adored on her so much. Making sure that she was out of the parental span of vision, Briony took of the hat and put it on some first year’s pile of trunks for good measure. Hopefully they liked hideous floppy hats.
Before the first year could turn around, Briony sprinted off towards the train with her luggage in tow. Sprinting from the scene of the crime was necessary in Briony’s case, as she could always be found again due to her rust colored hair and her (some people called it obnoxious, Briony preferred the term audible) voice.
Briony spotted the first year looking at the hat with a puzzled expression, and a small gigglr escaped through her lips. In general, Briony tried to keep herself from giggling because her giggles were punctuated with snorts. In her opinion, the giggle snorts were not only extremely unattractive but the made her sound like a pig that was dying a very slow and painful death. This time, however, Briony couldn’t help herself. The lighthearted feeling that flooded her the instant she stepped onto the train was too much to control. She supposed it was due to the fact that she would be completely free from her mother’s tyranny for the next 8 months and the independence of being a 5th year was overwhelming. Luckily only a few snorts came out and no one was around to hear them, save a few third years that were given a glare after having laughed themselves.
As the third years skulked away after having received the bird, Briony began loading her luggage onto the train. She noticed that her luggage was heavier than her mother usually packed it. As the last suitcase was lifted on the train, Briony peeked inside it. There, to her delight, were several cases of her favorite muggle chocolates. Not as good as chocolate frogs, maybe, but she had a galleon or two lying around to buy some of those for herself. With a squeal of glee, Briony tore open one of the packages and shoved several chocolates in her mouth at once. A grateful sigh could be heard from behind the mass of half masticated chocolate, and a sixth year looked at her oddly as he passed by. Briony’s face flushed a brilliant pink, she didn’t like being seen pigging out like this, especially by an older male. Her mother had once said ‘You are what you eat, darling.’ Briony had replied ‘Sweet?’ her mother had corrected her. ‘No, it means you’re going to get fat.’
Briony looked down at herself and shook her head. She wasn’t fat and at this point she probably wasn’t going to be. She was a little chubby perhaps, but fat meant something else entirely. She shook her head again and daintily picked another chocolate out of the package and put it into her mouth. She then proceeded to zip up the bag and put it into the luggage compartment, along with most of her other bags. Briony kept one bag with her, having inspected it and found a nice pair of baggy jeans and her newest robes. It also had some more chocolates and a muggle fashion magazine manually transferred into it, so Briony was prepared for anything as she walked through the crowds of other students, trying to find a suitable compartment.
You:
Name:Miss
Age:16
I’m not quite sure, 6-7 years?