Post by Bonnie O'Hara on Aug 24, 2007 5:46:13 GMT -5
(((OOC: If you want me to change the house because of my sorting test outcome, please tell me!)))
Character Information
Full name: Bonnie Gwen O'Hara
Nicknames: None
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Birthday: May the 4th
Gender: Female
Good/Bad/Neutral: Good
Blood Type: Pureblood
Personality:
Personality Description:
Bonnie tries her best to always be friendly with people and never to be rude to anybody who doesn't deserve it. She likes making new friends, and is a very sociable person in general. She will always be ready to do anything at all for the ones she loves-she's extremely loyal to them. But that can be a bad trait, because anything means literally anything. Even dying, betraying every cause, etc. Other than that, she is very trustworthy. But not objective. She'll always see her feelings as more important than anything else.
Bonnie is a prankster. Pranks and mischief seem to attract her instantly; she's had more dentions in a year than some have in three. Her pranks are mostly not mean, but when she thinks someone's had it coming, they can get even dangerous. Bonnie is very vengeful by nature, and she won't let anyone hurt her and get away with it. Another trait of hers is her pride. Letting someone step over her? She'd rather die. Also, she's a very spiteful person. She makes very important decisions based just on spite, anger and such. This proves her implusiveness.
Bonnie is intelligent, and she has the capability to learn quickly-if she wants to do so. If not, there's not a living thing in this world that could make her brain wake up. Bonnie often needs very strong motives to study-stronger than usual people require. Still, she somehow manages to stay at the top grades. Bravery is too among the qualities of this girl, coming together with ambition. When she sets her mind on something, she'll definitely do it.
Special Possesions:
Broom, Firebolt; Owl, Lillian
*Flaws:
xLongish nose
xUnruly hair
xLack of motivation to study
xImplusiveness
xSubjectivity
*Bad Habits:
xBeing impulsively rude to teachers
xAttracting mischief
xPranking people
xShowing off
xSometimes snobby & haughty
*Likes:
+Pizza
+Reading
+Boys
+Pranks
+DADA
*Dislikes
+Potions
+Being humiliated
+Her heritage
+Being lied to
+Cabbage
*Abilities:
+Intelligent
+Good at hexes and jinxes
+Good at flying
+Reads quickly
+has a good memory
Appearance:
Appearance:
She's got long, straight hair of a dark color. It reaches to the lower half of her back. Bonnie is very proud of her hair, and considers it one of her best asssets. It is the perfect frame for her oval face with no blemish. The latter is decorated by a pair of almond, flint black eyes. Whenever she experiences stronger emotion, they glint. Her nose is regular, but slightly longer. Not that anyone would really notice it-Bonnie is the only one that ever complains about it when she looks at her reflection in the mirror for a longer amount of time. Her lips are full and cupid, of a pinkish color. However, she likes to use lipstick and color them red. That way, they contrast her pale tan and her regular, white teeth. Well, not really perfectly regular, but not horse-alike either. Her chin is a bit pointed, not too wide and not too thin. She's got a determined jaw and high cheekbones.
Bonnie is of normal height, at 5''7. Her figure is slim, but curvavious; she takes all the precautions to keep it just like that, and has no desire to make any changes on herself at all. Scarlett has got a generous bosom, and she likes to point that out and emphasize it. She does so by clothing. Her favorite things to wear are tight jeans and tight tops. However, when it is appropriate, she enjoys dresses and high heels. Dresses are always by the lates fashon-short, tight and revealing decolletage. Since she can wear nearly anything, all the shops are open to her. Whenever she finds that she can't fit into some clothing,Bonnie feels angry and annoyed. Probably because of her slightly perfectionist nature. Another thing she really likes about herself are her legs. Long and slim, they are the reason all her skirts and dresses are above her knees-she likes to emphasize them just as her breasts. Her feet are slightly bigger, but not abnormally so.
Celebrity:
Maria Menounos
Medium Sized Picture:
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History:
Parents:
Siblings:
General History:
Bonnie spent her childhood raised by her Aunt(her father's sister), Charilyn Tate, and her muggle husband, Tony. Since they never had any other children, they were very glad to take care of the little girl after the death of her parents. When that occurred, Bonnie was barely two years old, and she barely even knew them. That's why it was much easier for Charilyn and Tony to raise her more as their own child. They vowed never to reveal Bonnie the truth of her parents-they chose to tell her they were killed in a fire. A good lie, so far from the truth...
Bonnie grew up believing that her parents were good, honest people who were killed in a terrible accident. Her Aunt Charilyn would take her to their graves, and sometimes she'd even go there alone, just to sit and talk to them. Back then, it didn't seem suspcious to her thah neither Charilyn nor Tony ever left any flowers at the graves. They'd always give her the flowers, so she didn't pay any attention to their behaviour when in the graveyard.
When her Hogwarts letter arrived, she was overjoyed-going to a school full of young people her age seemed thrilling. Her Aunt and Uncle were happy too, but at that moment, she did notice there was a shade over their faces. But she was so overjoyed she decided to ignore it. On the train, she already made friends. Some of them looked weird when she told them her last name, but nobody made a fuss. At the Sorting Ceremony, a different thing happened. As Professor McGonagall said "O'Hara, Bonnie", the entire hall went silent. Some of the older students seemed to be glaring at her, while the First Years were mostly confused just as her.
"Ah, Miss O'Hara. I knew your parents, yes, as if it was yesterday...Tom O'Hara and Jillian Downing." The Hat started, and his following words made her freeze, "Slytherins, both of them. Pure. But where to put you? You're a puzzle. Slytherin, maybe? Oh, you'd be great there, yes, after what they did...but your personality matches...GrYFFINDOR!" Everybody seemed to be in awe, and she felt relieved. Her Aunt and Uncle had told her Slytherin was bad. But they never said her parents were in Slytherin...
People treated her differently. Sometimes, she'd catch angry stares both from classmates and Professors, sometimes she'd caths surprised ones. Tired of it all, she wrote her Aunt and asked her about it. To her surprise, the next letter from Charilyn came quickly, and in it, she explained it all. Tom and Jillian, her parents, were Death Eaters. Very loyal ones, too. Together with the Lestranges, they tried to find Voldemort after his fall. While the Lestranges were arrested, the O'Haras fought further and longer. Finally, when they saw it was all over, they decided to do something desperate. Casting an enormus Dark Mark, they killed five wizarding families in London. They were killed themselves, by the Aurors.
Bonnie was not surprised that people hated her now. She was always told to look like her mother-how would she regard somebody if they looked like a woman that killed five wizarding families...Perhaps one of those families were even related to her classmates! But no, she decided. I won't let them label me a Death Eater. She had a talk with each and every one of her classmates, trying her hardest to explain it all to them. After that, people started treating her normally, although some still approached her with abandon.
Other:
None
Sample Role-Play:
Anastazia slowly raised to her feet as Tirzah entered the room. She expected for the old woman to order her to leave immediately, to forbid her to ever come near her house again or something similar. Putting herself in Tirzah's position, she had to admit she would have done the very same. Despite the fact that she would be angry with Tirzah for acting so, because it would be against her, she could not lie to herself and deceive herself well enough to believe she would have shown any more mercy and done anything different. When she attempted to imagine how she would've felt had she found a woman crying in the street, offered to wash her dress and make her some tea, treated her with kindness and respect, only to have the very same woman insult her race and all she had been through... Not to mention realizing that she was the daughter-in-law of the man who owned her, mistreated her and raped her...No, Anastazia would not have acted the same way Tirzah had. She would've conducted herself with much more crudeness and violence.
Tirzah, however, surprised Anastazia once more today. The elderly lady did not yell, did not show anger, did not display any kind of emotion. As a matter of fact, she didn't say a word. The sole thing she did was motion Anastazia to follow her. Awestruck, the latter did so obediently. They passed through the small house, and she produced a small nod at Rachel, not to leave without greeting her at all. She was James' half-sister after all. Anastazia wondered how James would have reacted had he known of all this. Would he mind a woman of color being his sister? Anastazia was sure he would mind it-but he wouldn't mind it as excessively as some other people she knew. If, this thought caused a painful twinge in her heart, James was alive, he would probably make sure that Tirzah and Rachel had the neessities for life...But he wouldn't actually come to them and spend time with them or anything. Of course, they'd be too proud to accept his 'charity', so they probably wouldn't be in contact at all.
Don't think about what could've been, what would've been, or what should've been, Anastazia scolded herself. Those thoughts never helped, they would only draw her into a world of her own imagination, and that world would eventually drag her away from this one, and she'd get carried away, forgetting how to live. And she promised James she would live. Once again she thought of her hopes of putting an end to her current...profession. It seemed more and more impossible, yet more and more desireable with every passing second. Was she truly going to leave the brothel right now? She didn't even have a place to go to, she'd have to spend the night in the streets...and she'd need to earn some money again. Nobody would employ her, so she would have to sell her body to survive, and eventually, she would return to the brothel. No; she saw, she wouldn't return. She'd starve rather than return and admit she was wrong, admit defeat. Her pride didn't allow her to do such things easily. Anastazia would sooner starve.
Before leaving the brothel, she had to find a job. Also, she had to make sure she had a place to stay, at least for a few days. Perhaps one of the boading houses; very cheap, mind you, because she had very little money at hand. Maybe; this idea seemed doable, if she spent another week at the brothel. No matter how much she disliked it, if she could've been a sleeper for years, she can be a sleeper for another week. During that time, she would sleep with the richest clients, spend as little money as possible, until she earned enough for a cheap room in a poor boarding house. Then, she'd go and look for a job. When her job would be secured, she'd move. Of coruse, it was going to be ver difficult to find a job. With her reputation, at least. A sleeper that used to sleep with a man when she worked as a governess...very few would take her in with such rumours circulating around her. But she was confident some would. People sinned worse than she had, yet they were taken in. Some employers did things so immoral they would not mind employing a sleeper.
They reached the door, and Tirzah pulled it open. Anastazia knew that Tirzah had every right to throw her out like this, she knew that she had even expected worse treatment. Still, there was her Hungarian temper and pride-no matter how right people treating her badly were, she would never bow to them or act is if they were right. Holding her head high, she nodded at Tirzah, walking out proudly. She was already a few steps away from the house, when the old woman's words reached her; “It’s no’ ya faul’, chil’, an’ don’ ya be feelin’ tha’ it is. Ah sim’ly canno’ bear ta be reminned jest now. Ah’m sorry fo’ ya dress, bu’ Ah canno’ do naught abou’ it a’ tha momen’. It’s nevah wrong ta love, chil’, an’ Ah ain’t gonna hol’ yer James agin ya. Ya will be welcome ta mah fla’ any time. Mah door will be open ta ya.” Despite all her pride and all her temper, Anastazia had to be touched by these words. Tirzah was indeed a very merciful woman; showing more mercy and more understanding that she herself ever could. Spinning around, Anastazia swallowed her pride, looking at Tirzah; "It doesn't matter about the dress, Miss Grant-Freeman. After the way I acted, you had the right to burn it and destroy it...undoubtedly the thing I would've done." She paused, and then went on, "Thank you. For your understanding. It is much more than I deserve." And then she turned around, walking away.
What is the secret word? :: Edited ::
What is the secret answer? :: Edited ::
Anything else?: No
