Post by Florence Lyon on Mar 5, 2007 20:02:06 GMT -5
Name:Florence Rowan Lyon (Usually known as Florrie)
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Birthday:April 9
Bloodline:Pure-blood
Why are they important to this plot line?:
1. You can hardly ever have too many students
2. She's psychic, and thus potentially useful on either side, provided that she actually starts getting useful premonitions instead of just other peoples' flashbacks...
Physical Description: About 5'8". She has an oval face with pale skin that flushes easily, but (fortunately) no freckles and honey colored eyes. Her dishwater blonde hair is cut very short, and since she doesn't have the patience to do anything with it, it sort of goes everywhere in crazy curls and ringlets.
Personality:Florence has a vibrant personality, often talking, but mostly laughing maniacally. Silence depresses her, unless she's trying to think, in which case she must have absolute silence - no matter how much she has to scream in order to attain it. Oddly enough, she usually figures out what she's trying to say/do while she's screaming.
Likes: Annoying people with in-jokes between herself and her sister, and annoying Peeves in general; Hurling; being a fanatic Cork fan, woolly sweaters, clever acronyms and "liberating" lawn gnomes
Dislikes:TV, some people, flesh-and-blood gnomes (they bite), dreams/visions that don't make sense , fanatic Kerry fans (and Laois fans and Wexford fans and and and...), cloaks, flying & playing quidditch (Hess can be as much of an idiot as she wants, Florrie's staying sensibly on the ground)
History: Born in Cairo and mostly raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Florrie was a bit of a problem child - wherever she went, large, breakable items fell, windows shattered and anything not tied down somehow gravitated toward her. This caused problems as she attended a regular public school and her parents were constantly having more and more trouble convincing her teachers that she wasn't a kleptomaniac without accidentally giving something away. Florence always figured that this was the reason she was accepted at Hogwarts - even though there were perfectly good schools much closer to home. After all, Hogwarts was about the best school of magic in the English-speaking world. If anywhere could teach her to control her power, it was Hogwarts.
During the summer of her third year at Hogwarts, Florence's parents moved to a farm near Cork, Ireland called Ballyorban. And during her third year at school, Florence became aware that she was, to some degree at least, clairvoyant. Naturally, she was appalled - she had always thought divination a load of rubbish and now, here she was, a walking, talking vision machine. She was so appalled that she made a point to ignore her premonitions for the most part, even doing some pretty stupid stuff in her quest to prove her visions as dreams and hallucinations and eschewing th "mystical arts" for more traditional sorcery, especially favoring potions making.
Family and Pets: Her parents, twin sister Hester and a fluffy black and white cat named Eternal
Other information (optional): Dreams of being an Auror, or a healer. Heck! Anything with potions involved!
Roleplaying Sample:She was just about home when the vision came - purple glop was smeared over the walls of the front room and a large black cauldron was balanced in the fireplace. Mom had just come in and was screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight.- Of course, this one actually made sense, so there was a good chance that it was a false alarm, but it might be right, or it could be early... She cheered up at the prospect - Hester's experiments in potion making usually turned out badly, she wouldn't be stupid enough to try in a newly re-decorated room.
Florence opened the door and went inside, closing the door behind her. She was so secure in her assumption that Hester wouldn't try any potion making that she didn't really look around. Then she turned and saw the goop. A car pulled into the driveway and Florence dashed across the room and up the stairs. As she passed the open door to Hester's room, she stuck her head in and gave a cold glare, then passed on to her room. She entered the room and closed the door, collapsing on the bed.
The door opened, and Florence heard a woman scream, "HESTER!" Florence listened to the door to Hester's room opening and Hester's heavy footsteps going down the steps. There was a hushed voice muttering - Florence knew it was her mother, too angry to yell - and not so muffled monosyllabic replies. Then there was the sound of Hess racing up the steps and down the landing. She threw open the door and said "Florrie, You've got to help me!" Florence glared.
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Birthday:April 9
Bloodline:Pure-blood
Why are they important to this plot line?:
1. You can hardly ever have too many students
2. She's psychic, and thus potentially useful on either side, provided that she actually starts getting useful premonitions instead of just other peoples' flashbacks...
Physical Description: About 5'8". She has an oval face with pale skin that flushes easily, but (fortunately) no freckles and honey colored eyes. Her dishwater blonde hair is cut very short, and since she doesn't have the patience to do anything with it, it sort of goes everywhere in crazy curls and ringlets.
Personality:Florence has a vibrant personality, often talking, but mostly laughing maniacally. Silence depresses her, unless she's trying to think, in which case she must have absolute silence - no matter how much she has to scream in order to attain it. Oddly enough, she usually figures out what she's trying to say/do while she's screaming.
Likes: Annoying people with in-jokes between herself and her sister, and annoying Peeves in general; Hurling; being a fanatic Cork fan, woolly sweaters, clever acronyms and "liberating" lawn gnomes
Dislikes:TV, some people, flesh-and-blood gnomes (they bite), dreams/visions that don't make sense , fanatic Kerry fans (and Laois fans and Wexford fans and and and...), cloaks, flying & playing quidditch (Hess can be as much of an idiot as she wants, Florrie's staying sensibly on the ground)
History: Born in Cairo and mostly raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Florrie was a bit of a problem child - wherever she went, large, breakable items fell, windows shattered and anything not tied down somehow gravitated toward her. This caused problems as she attended a regular public school and her parents were constantly having more and more trouble convincing her teachers that she wasn't a kleptomaniac without accidentally giving something away. Florence always figured that this was the reason she was accepted at Hogwarts - even though there were perfectly good schools much closer to home. After all, Hogwarts was about the best school of magic in the English-speaking world. If anywhere could teach her to control her power, it was Hogwarts.
During the summer of her third year at Hogwarts, Florence's parents moved to a farm near Cork, Ireland called Ballyorban. And during her third year at school, Florence became aware that she was, to some degree at least, clairvoyant. Naturally, she was appalled - she had always thought divination a load of rubbish and now, here she was, a walking, talking vision machine. She was so appalled that she made a point to ignore her premonitions for the most part, even doing some pretty stupid stuff in her quest to prove her visions as dreams and hallucinations and eschewing th "mystical arts" for more traditional sorcery, especially favoring potions making.
Family and Pets: Her parents, twin sister Hester and a fluffy black and white cat named Eternal
Other information (optional): Dreams of being an Auror, or a healer. Heck! Anything with potions involved!
Roleplaying Sample:She was just about home when the vision came - purple glop was smeared over the walls of the front room and a large black cauldron was balanced in the fireplace. Mom had just come in and was screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight.- Of course, this one actually made sense, so there was a good chance that it was a false alarm, but it might be right, or it could be early... She cheered up at the prospect - Hester's experiments in potion making usually turned out badly, she wouldn't be stupid enough to try in a newly re-decorated room.
Florence opened the door and went inside, closing the door behind her. She was so secure in her assumption that Hester wouldn't try any potion making that she didn't really look around. Then she turned and saw the goop. A car pulled into the driveway and Florence dashed across the room and up the stairs. As she passed the open door to Hester's room, she stuck her head in and gave a cold glare, then passed on to her room. She entered the room and closed the door, collapsing on the bed.
The door opened, and Florence heard a woman scream, "HESTER!" Florence listened to the door to Hester's room opening and Hester's heavy footsteps going down the steps. There was a hushed voice muttering - Florence knew it was her mother, too angry to yell - and not so muffled monosyllabic replies. Then there was the sound of Hess racing up the steps and down the landing. She threw open the door and said "Florrie, You've got to help me!" Florence glared.
