Post by abbey on Aug 28, 2011 14:34:10 GMT -5
Character Name: Abigail Claire Quinn
Year At Hogwarts: 6th year
Least Favorite House: Hufflepuff
What would a typical day in your character's life be like? A typical day in Abigail's life isn't the usual day like other girls her age. Ever since Abby was 8 years old she had trouble with terrible headaches due to her families affiliation with divination. Although she has yet to aquire the abilities that her family has been known to have, Abby is still stuck with the excruciating headaches and fits that come with the art of divination. So on a typical day she can be seen keeping to herself just in case a headaches takes over her. She likes things quiet and can be found in an empty classroom or the library. On days where she is feeling a bit better than usual she can be found outside on the grounds enjoying what sunlight can be found. Abby is also required to study Pureblood traditions and family lines. Her family comes from a long line of Purebloods and due to this she is forced to study as per the demand of her parents.
Abby also likes to practice her singing as she finds the release of her musical side a way to calm herself when things seem to be getting out of hand. She is a very caring person, but can have her moments on days that are stressful on her. If she seems like she is cutting you off from the world on a particular day then its best you avoid her.
Describe your character in 7 words or less: whimsical, secretive, generous, intelligent, stubborn and c lassy
A sample of your RPing: This is from my other site
he had been in the middle of dinner with her fiancé when the first wave of images infiltrated her head. As much as she had been used to her visions in the past nothing could have ever prepared her for this. Living with him constantly in her mind was absolute torture for Alison. No matter how many times she tried to let go it was an impossible feat. Impossible because any time he was in trouble she'd get a flash of something awful. Almost two years had slipped by, and the brunette had suffered many sleepless nights while she worried about the boy that she so desperately still loved. It tore her soul out to know that he was off somewhere alone when all she had ever wanted was to run away with him. Instead he fled and left her to prolong her engagement until after she finished her internship at the Daily Prophet. Of course that day was soon approaching and Alison Blair was beginning to run out of excuses.
That evening had been no different then any other night while she sat at the restaurant and debated why it was important for her to establish herself as a writer before settling into a marriage. The girl had recited her views so many times that she barely had to pay attention as she rambled on. It was when she was waiting for her meal to arrive that the first image came. Normally they were brief and blurry, and Alison never saw much more than some bruises on his face, but this time the image lingered longer than usual. His bleeding face was etched into memory that even when it faded she could make out every single cut and bruise and probably describe their exact location. The glass she was holding shattered against the table, and as she pushed herself up from the table the second image came and she felt her legs go out beneath her. She crashed to the floor just as the image of him lying in the gutter pounded behind her eyelids.
Alison didn't take the offered hand from the waiter as he rushed over to her. Her own fiancé hadn't even bothered to get up from the table when she went down. The nineteen year old pushed herself up from the floor and held her hand against the side of her head. Without bothering to explain where she was going she took off at full speed out of the restaurant. She had to find him. She had to be sure he was alive and okay. Of course she had no idea where he was or how she was going to find him, but she'd figure it out. Once she was outside she apparated back to her flat and threw as many things as she could in her large purse and then sat on the edge of her bed. There had to be something out of her vision that she could work with, and the girl closed her eyes and thought very hard about what she had seen.
There was a light and blood and the sidewalk and … and a pub. There had been a pub and she tried to recall the name of it. It was an Irish name. That much she could recall, but there were so many Irish Pubs in the world that it would take her fifteen years before she found the right one. No, there was something else about the Pub that was calling to her, and just as soon she closed her eyes again she recalled the purple door. There was a building next to the pub that had a purple door and she found herself rushing out to the one person she knew would be able to tell her where to go; after all her cousin Liam was well traveled.
When he told her to look at a place called Flannigan's Dive in Soho she thanked him but didn't bother to tell him where she was going once she turned to leave. Instead she rushed back to her flat and used the Floo network to take her to a Wizarding Inn that was networked in the location. Finding him amongst the vast amounts of people was going to be a nightmare, but she'd search all night if she had to. Still dressed in her formal dinner attire the girl clicked through the streets in the direction the woman told her she'd find the pub. She was about to ask a passing man for further directions when she saw the door and the pub. Her heels clicked against the street as she passed in between a bickering couple and searched the spot she had seen him. He wasn't there, and she panicked again, rushing inside to ask someone where he was.
The man behind the bar knew shit, but told her to ask another bloke who was sitting in the corner drinking from a dirty pint glass. It took a little bit of convincing that she wasn't a cop (something she was confused about) and then told her he'd tell her if she sat in his lap. Defending herself had never really been her strong point in life, but she was so worried that something awful had happened that she grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and demanded he give her the address before she made it impossible for him to ever fuck a woman ever again. Startled by her own fury, Alison almost missed the address as the shocked man spluttered it out. She was off again, this time getting in a cab and arriving at his place a mere five minutes later.
She told the man behind the desk that she needed the floor and room number of Derek Grimm and was surprised when the man gave it over without much of a fuss. Alison climbed the stairs and rushed up to the door. She knocked, "Derek? Derek are you in there?" She knocked again, tried the door, and then opened up her purse for her wand. It was at that moment she realized she had left the thing on her nightstand back in London. The girl cursed, and knocked again but pretty much knew he wasn't in there. She was tempted to go to the nearest hospital to find him, but she was tired and it was late and she moved towards the far end of the corridor where there was a shoddy looking wooden chair. The girl curled herself up in the chair and waited there in the dark.
She was so damn tired sitting there in that chair, but too scared to actually fall asleep. Ali merely stared down the corridor and waited for movement; waited for him to show, and when he did she felt every inch of her go tense. Two years was a very long time to forget how much you loved someone, but seeing his defeated bloody face ripped her soul into a thousand pieces and reminded her how much she had loved him. Alison rose from the chair, still unable to see every inch of his battered body in the dim lighting, and hurried forward. When he turned and said her name the girl felt like she was suffocating from the weight pressing down on her chest. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hit him and call him stupid and cry and make him feel like everything would be okay if he just came home with her.
She tried to hold back tears, but her heart betrayed her and she felt them well up in the corners of her eyes. "What have you done to yourself?" She whispered, her hands shaking at her sides while she stood there. She took the key from his hand and opened up the door so she could get him inside and clean him up. Once the lights were on and she got a better look at him she gave a very audible gasp. "Oh my god Derek, are you- can you- " How could he let this happen? "Sit down, oh my god, sit down and let me take care of you." After all the days and nights she mended him in school Alison was a professional when it came to medical charms. Mostly it was because Derek hated the hospital wing. Alison didn't think he'd much fancy visiting the hospital now either. "Where's your wand? I left mine at my flat?" She was still shaking over her concern for his health, but also because seeing him after he took off on her reminded her of the months of crying and pain she had endured because of him.
Important word from rules: MODIFIED BY ADMIN
And just for our own curiosity, how did you hear about us? It's me, Kristi, so ... you know
Year At Hogwarts: 6th year
Least Favorite House: Hufflepuff
What would a typical day in your character's life be like? A typical day in Abigail's life isn't the usual day like other girls her age. Ever since Abby was 8 years old she had trouble with terrible headaches due to her families affiliation with divination. Although she has yet to aquire the abilities that her family has been known to have, Abby is still stuck with the excruciating headaches and fits that come with the art of divination. So on a typical day she can be seen keeping to herself just in case a headaches takes over her. She likes things quiet and can be found in an empty classroom or the library. On days where she is feeling a bit better than usual she can be found outside on the grounds enjoying what sunlight can be found. Abby is also required to study Pureblood traditions and family lines. Her family comes from a long line of Purebloods and due to this she is forced to study as per the demand of her parents.
Abby also likes to practice her singing as she finds the release of her musical side a way to calm herself when things seem to be getting out of hand. She is a very caring person, but can have her moments on days that are stressful on her. If she seems like she is cutting you off from the world on a particular day then its best you avoid her.
Describe your character in 7 words or less: whimsical, secretive, generous, intelligent, stubborn and c lassy
A sample of your RPing: This is from my other site
he had been in the middle of dinner with her fiancé when the first wave of images infiltrated her head. As much as she had been used to her visions in the past nothing could have ever prepared her for this. Living with him constantly in her mind was absolute torture for Alison. No matter how many times she tried to let go it was an impossible feat. Impossible because any time he was in trouble she'd get a flash of something awful. Almost two years had slipped by, and the brunette had suffered many sleepless nights while she worried about the boy that she so desperately still loved. It tore her soul out to know that he was off somewhere alone when all she had ever wanted was to run away with him. Instead he fled and left her to prolong her engagement until after she finished her internship at the Daily Prophet. Of course that day was soon approaching and Alison Blair was beginning to run out of excuses.
That evening had been no different then any other night while she sat at the restaurant and debated why it was important for her to establish herself as a writer before settling into a marriage. The girl had recited her views so many times that she barely had to pay attention as she rambled on. It was when she was waiting for her meal to arrive that the first image came. Normally they were brief and blurry, and Alison never saw much more than some bruises on his face, but this time the image lingered longer than usual. His bleeding face was etched into memory that even when it faded she could make out every single cut and bruise and probably describe their exact location. The glass she was holding shattered against the table, and as she pushed herself up from the table the second image came and she felt her legs go out beneath her. She crashed to the floor just as the image of him lying in the gutter pounded behind her eyelids.
Alison didn't take the offered hand from the waiter as he rushed over to her. Her own fiancé hadn't even bothered to get up from the table when she went down. The nineteen year old pushed herself up from the floor and held her hand against the side of her head. Without bothering to explain where she was going she took off at full speed out of the restaurant. She had to find him. She had to be sure he was alive and okay. Of course she had no idea where he was or how she was going to find him, but she'd figure it out. Once she was outside she apparated back to her flat and threw as many things as she could in her large purse and then sat on the edge of her bed. There had to be something out of her vision that she could work with, and the girl closed her eyes and thought very hard about what she had seen.
There was a light and blood and the sidewalk and … and a pub. There had been a pub and she tried to recall the name of it. It was an Irish name. That much she could recall, but there were so many Irish Pubs in the world that it would take her fifteen years before she found the right one. No, there was something else about the Pub that was calling to her, and just as soon she closed her eyes again she recalled the purple door. There was a building next to the pub that had a purple door and she found herself rushing out to the one person she knew would be able to tell her where to go; after all her cousin Liam was well traveled.
When he told her to look at a place called Flannigan's Dive in Soho she thanked him but didn't bother to tell him where she was going once she turned to leave. Instead she rushed back to her flat and used the Floo network to take her to a Wizarding Inn that was networked in the location. Finding him amongst the vast amounts of people was going to be a nightmare, but she'd search all night if she had to. Still dressed in her formal dinner attire the girl clicked through the streets in the direction the woman told her she'd find the pub. She was about to ask a passing man for further directions when she saw the door and the pub. Her heels clicked against the street as she passed in between a bickering couple and searched the spot she had seen him. He wasn't there, and she panicked again, rushing inside to ask someone where he was.
The man behind the bar knew shit, but told her to ask another bloke who was sitting in the corner drinking from a dirty pint glass. It took a little bit of convincing that she wasn't a cop (something she was confused about) and then told her he'd tell her if she sat in his lap. Defending herself had never really been her strong point in life, but she was so worried that something awful had happened that she grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and demanded he give her the address before she made it impossible for him to ever fuck a woman ever again. Startled by her own fury, Alison almost missed the address as the shocked man spluttered it out. She was off again, this time getting in a cab and arriving at his place a mere five minutes later.
She told the man behind the desk that she needed the floor and room number of Derek Grimm and was surprised when the man gave it over without much of a fuss. Alison climbed the stairs and rushed up to the door. She knocked, "Derek? Derek are you in there?" She knocked again, tried the door, and then opened up her purse for her wand. It was at that moment she realized she had left the thing on her nightstand back in London. The girl cursed, and knocked again but pretty much knew he wasn't in there. She was tempted to go to the nearest hospital to find him, but she was tired and it was late and she moved towards the far end of the corridor where there was a shoddy looking wooden chair. The girl curled herself up in the chair and waited there in the dark.
She was so damn tired sitting there in that chair, but too scared to actually fall asleep. Ali merely stared down the corridor and waited for movement; waited for him to show, and when he did she felt every inch of her go tense. Two years was a very long time to forget how much you loved someone, but seeing his defeated bloody face ripped her soul into a thousand pieces and reminded her how much she had loved him. Alison rose from the chair, still unable to see every inch of his battered body in the dim lighting, and hurried forward. When he turned and said her name the girl felt like she was suffocating from the weight pressing down on her chest. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hit him and call him stupid and cry and make him feel like everything would be okay if he just came home with her.
She tried to hold back tears, but her heart betrayed her and she felt them well up in the corners of her eyes. "What have you done to yourself?" She whispered, her hands shaking at her sides while she stood there. She took the key from his hand and opened up the door so she could get him inside and clean him up. Once the lights were on and she got a better look at him she gave a very audible gasp. "Oh my god Derek, are you- can you- " How could he let this happen? "Sit down, oh my god, sit down and let me take care of you." After all the days and nights she mended him in school Alison was a professional when it came to medical charms. Mostly it was because Derek hated the hospital wing. Alison didn't think he'd much fancy visiting the hospital now either. "Where's your wand? I left mine at my flat?" She was still shaking over her concern for his health, but also because seeing him after he took off on her reminded her of the months of crying and pain she had endured because of him.
Important word from rules: MODIFIED BY ADMIN
And just for our own curiosity, how did you hear about us? It's me, Kristi, so ... you know