Post by Hester Lyon on Mar 5, 2007 19:58:42 GMT -5
Name: Hester Lynet Lyon (otherwise known as Hess)
Age:17
Birthday:April 9th
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Physical Description: Hester is about 5'8". She has and oval face, grey-green eyes and pale skin with constantly pink cheeks that flush easily and freckles across the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks and a few above her eyebrows. Her hair is long - long enough to sit on braided - a bit frizzy and wavy, and a dark chestnut color, about the color of coffee beans.
Personality:Rather reclusive. She’s bright and hardworking some of the time, but can also be dead lazy. She’s somewhat uncomfortable with people, and thus has trouble making friends, but she’s fiercely loyal to the one’s she’s got, especially her sister. She could be called a tomboy, except that she’s not really into most sports. She’s just not interested in shopping, fashion and other “girl” stuff. She’s a bit of an odd duck, and even though she tries to stop, she often worries about what others think of her.
Likes:reading, piano, violin, harp, spinning and weaving (yeah, she’s weird), costuming (especially historical), attempting (and usually failing) to tame local magical creatures, muggle history, fire, quiet days to herself, occasional parties, shopping sprees etc., riding assorted large magical creatures, quidditch and chess
Dislikes:loud noises, mini skirts, team sports, loaded social schedules, dangerous plants, being called Hester (she prefers Hess) and a few select annoying people
History:Hester was born in CAiro (her mother worked for Gringotts and her Da's an Egyptologist) and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Despite the fact that she’s a pure-blood, her parents exposed her to muggles from a very early age. In fact, she went to a public elementary school and her parents still insist that she study muggle subjects, which they figure could become very important to her in the near future. She was accepted at Hogwarts while she was still living in California for reasons her parents never felt the need to disclose to her. When she was thirteen, her parents finally moved to Ireland and they now live near Cork. Hester, being a quiet girl, has never drawn much attention at Hogwarts, where she tends to stick to the edge of the social scene.
Family and Pets: Her parents (her father is an Egyptologist and her mother breeds dragonets and flying horses), her sister, Florence (otherwise known as Florrie) and a rather large black owl named Toks.
Roleplaying Sample:Hester rushed in, slamming the door behind her. She was sopping wet. As she wrung out her sodden hair, she berated herself for not having brought an umbrella, or at least wearing a slightly more waterproof jacket than the one she had on. There had, after all, been a smell of rain in the air. Honestly, nearly five years now and her instinct still hadn’t figured out one simple fact: it rained here in summer. Back home, the only thing you could depend on during the summer was that it wouldn’t rain. Here, well here it was different.
Of course, walking home three miles hadn’t been the greatest of ideas either but she brushed that aside, appalled at her own stupidity. Florence had predicted rain and everyone knew she was clairvoyant. But she had still gone out without an umbrella.
It took a rather violent sneeze to rouse her from her self-directed fury. No use catching a cold after all, what with school starting so soon. She changed into dry clothes – an old t-shirt and plum stretch pants that she hated, but she wasn’t planning to go out again anyway. She glanced in the mirror, noticing that her hair was reverting to its naturally frizzy state as quickly as it dried, and groaned. She had been hoping that Misha’s hair potion would last till the next time she washed it as she was running low, but then again, such a thorough soaking probably counted as a wash.
She sighed and resigned herself to spending the afternoon deciphering the handwriting on Misha’s directions to brew the stupid thing and actually brewing it. Surprisingly, it was readable for once, but just as she was about to be relieved she realized that this was a pretty complex potion. She cursed rather loudly – potion making was not her forte, and she had a book she wanted to read. She sighed again and set off to her mother’s herb cabinet to find what she needed.
Having collected the required ingredients and prepped them (mostly involving chopping into insanely precise pieces), Hester started a fire on the large fireplace in the center of the living room (placed strategically so that her mother could brew potions easily) and began to boil water. As the water came to a rolling boil, she dropped in various herbs, ending with dried dragons bane. The water began to boil crazily and change colors, and then exploded with a great poof. The sight of the mess overwhelmed Hester and she fled to her room and spent the rest of the afternoon reading, without a thought to the catastrophic mess. Mom could clean it up, after all, she was allowed to use magic.
Age:17
Birthday:April 9th
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Physical Description: Hester is about 5'8". She has and oval face, grey-green eyes and pale skin with constantly pink cheeks that flush easily and freckles across the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks and a few above her eyebrows. Her hair is long - long enough to sit on braided - a bit frizzy and wavy, and a dark chestnut color, about the color of coffee beans.
Personality:Rather reclusive. She’s bright and hardworking some of the time, but can also be dead lazy. She’s somewhat uncomfortable with people, and thus has trouble making friends, but she’s fiercely loyal to the one’s she’s got, especially her sister. She could be called a tomboy, except that she’s not really into most sports. She’s just not interested in shopping, fashion and other “girl” stuff. She’s a bit of an odd duck, and even though she tries to stop, she often worries about what others think of her.
Likes:reading, piano, violin, harp, spinning and weaving (yeah, she’s weird), costuming (especially historical), attempting (and usually failing) to tame local magical creatures, muggle history, fire, quiet days to herself, occasional parties, shopping sprees etc., riding assorted large magical creatures, quidditch and chess
Dislikes:loud noises, mini skirts, team sports, loaded social schedules, dangerous plants, being called Hester (she prefers Hess) and a few select annoying people
History:Hester was born in CAiro (her mother worked for Gringotts and her Da's an Egyptologist) and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Despite the fact that she’s a pure-blood, her parents exposed her to muggles from a very early age. In fact, she went to a public elementary school and her parents still insist that she study muggle subjects, which they figure could become very important to her in the near future. She was accepted at Hogwarts while she was still living in California for reasons her parents never felt the need to disclose to her. When she was thirteen, her parents finally moved to Ireland and they now live near Cork. Hester, being a quiet girl, has never drawn much attention at Hogwarts, where she tends to stick to the edge of the social scene.
Family and Pets: Her parents (her father is an Egyptologist and her mother breeds dragonets and flying horses), her sister, Florence (otherwise known as Florrie) and a rather large black owl named Toks.
Roleplaying Sample:Hester rushed in, slamming the door behind her. She was sopping wet. As she wrung out her sodden hair, she berated herself for not having brought an umbrella, or at least wearing a slightly more waterproof jacket than the one she had on. There had, after all, been a smell of rain in the air. Honestly, nearly five years now and her instinct still hadn’t figured out one simple fact: it rained here in summer. Back home, the only thing you could depend on during the summer was that it wouldn’t rain. Here, well here it was different.
Of course, walking home three miles hadn’t been the greatest of ideas either but she brushed that aside, appalled at her own stupidity. Florence had predicted rain and everyone knew she was clairvoyant. But she had still gone out without an umbrella.
It took a rather violent sneeze to rouse her from her self-directed fury. No use catching a cold after all, what with school starting so soon. She changed into dry clothes – an old t-shirt and plum stretch pants that she hated, but she wasn’t planning to go out again anyway. She glanced in the mirror, noticing that her hair was reverting to its naturally frizzy state as quickly as it dried, and groaned. She had been hoping that Misha’s hair potion would last till the next time she washed it as she was running low, but then again, such a thorough soaking probably counted as a wash.
She sighed and resigned herself to spending the afternoon deciphering the handwriting on Misha’s directions to brew the stupid thing and actually brewing it. Surprisingly, it was readable for once, but just as she was about to be relieved she realized that this was a pretty complex potion. She cursed rather loudly – potion making was not her forte, and she had a book she wanted to read. She sighed again and set off to her mother’s herb cabinet to find what she needed.
Having collected the required ingredients and prepped them (mostly involving chopping into insanely precise pieces), Hester started a fire on the large fireplace in the center of the living room (placed strategically so that her mother could brew potions easily) and began to boil water. As the water came to a rolling boil, she dropped in various herbs, ending with dried dragons bane. The water began to boil crazily and change colors, and then exploded with a great poof. The sight of the mess overwhelmed Hester and she fled to her room and spent the rest of the afternoon reading, without a thought to the catastrophic mess. Mom could clean it up, after all, she was allowed to use magic.