Post by Daphne Greengrass on Jul 25, 2007 8:34:37 GMT -5
Name: Daphne Greengrass
Name Meaning: Daphne means laurel (a symbol of victory) Greengrass 'suggesting a person who lives near the village green'
(Info from The Harry Potter Lexicon)
Age: 17
Birthday: August 03 1980
Family
Ancestry: Pure Blood
Mother: Arkara Greengrass - Deceased (Name means strife or discord)
Father: Seath Greengrass - Deceased (Name means 'wolfish')
Aunts, Uncles: Aunt Accalia Grey, Uncle Orin Grey
Cousins: Sage Grey, Salem Grey.
Siblings: None.
Pets: Silver Tabby Kitten named Greund
Appearance
Eyes: Green, rather large in her small face. Give the impression of one whose always surprised.
Hair: Auburn, straight cut just below the shoulders, fine, hangs loose.
Other characteristics: Stands 5'4", weighing 120lbs. Slim, small features usually defined as cute.
History
Both her parents were loyal supporters of Lord Voldermort, and they died for it. Daphne's father was killed a few months before his daughter was born. Her mother was arrested by the order in April of 1980, but the ministry was faced with a difficult problem. Arkara was five months pregnant. There was argument as to what to do with her; in the end she was kept under house arrest for the remainder of her term. She never got a chance to see her daughter, the child was handed to her grandparents and Arkara was taken away. She died four months later.
Daphne lived with her grandparents* for the next twelve years. It was only after her second year at Hogwarts that she noticed how bad their health was getting. That summer it was arranged for her to stay with her only other relatives, Orin and Accalia Grey. The next few years were hard for her, she never felt like she quite fit in. After a bit she got on well enough with Salem but she was uncomfortable around Sage.
Personality:
Daphne is the type of girl who has difficulty making friends; but once they are able to break through her barriers, she is fiercely loyal and protective of them. She prefers animals to people, because animals love you no matter what. They don't judge you and they never expect you to be something you aren't. Her organizational skills are quite lacking, and she tends to do things in a haphazardly order. She is not anti-social; but when she is with a group of people, she'll act in a way she thinks they will expect her to act. She hides her true feeling about things, not often speaking her mind, because she fears being ridiculed.
She has no ambition to be a leader choosing instead to follow those who she perceives to have power.
Likes: Animals, the way fresh snow looks.
Dislikes: Potions class, mornings, large groups of people.
*her grandparents are still alive, just to elderly to care for an active teenager. She still visits them over the summer
Rp Sample:
It was hard to believe this was Diagon Ally. Half the shops were boarded up or simply dark and empty. People scurried down the street glancing around like frightened mice. Daphne shivered, the whole world seemed slanted. At least that was the way it felt to her. The closed shops loomed over her, closing off the sky. She could barely remember the open friendly atmosphere of only a year ago. How could things change in such a short time.
She was starting to regret her decision to go out; it wasn't as though she had shopping to do. Everything she needed was packed away safely at home, ready for the trip to Hogwarts.
'The last trip.'
Ominous thought. Where had it come from. She glanced around at the people, few though they were, she felt crowded.
"Oi Miss."
She jumped at the loud voice. A slight turn to her left brought the speaker into view. It was a shabby looking man, standing next to a dirty wooden box.
"Miss?" He asked again. "I was wonderin' if you could be helping me wi' something."
His smile was friendly and suddenly the world seemed a brighter place. Against her better judgment she approached him.
"Yes?"
He gestured to the box beside him. Inside, curled up in the corner, was a small black and silver tabby striped kitten.
"I've sold all the others and he's the last. You wouldn' want 'im would you?"
She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. "How much?"
"Eight sickles. And I'll give you a cage to carry 'im in."
Daphne dug into her pocket. "I'll take him." She picked up the kitten. Suddenly woken he began to meow and shiver. Petting him softly seemed to calm him down, and she transferred him to the small carrying case.
She thanked the man and hurried back the way she'd came in a hurry to get home, seemed like this wasn't a wasted trip after all.
Name Meaning: Daphne means laurel (a symbol of victory) Greengrass 'suggesting a person who lives near the village green'
(Info from The Harry Potter Lexicon)
Age: 17
Birthday: August 03 1980
Family
Ancestry: Pure Blood
Mother: Arkara Greengrass - Deceased (Name means strife or discord)
Father: Seath Greengrass - Deceased (Name means 'wolfish')
Aunts, Uncles: Aunt Accalia Grey, Uncle Orin Grey
Cousins: Sage Grey, Salem Grey.
Siblings: None.
Pets: Silver Tabby Kitten named Greund
Appearance
Eyes: Green, rather large in her small face. Give the impression of one whose always surprised.
Hair: Auburn, straight cut just below the shoulders, fine, hangs loose.
Other characteristics: Stands 5'4", weighing 120lbs. Slim, small features usually defined as cute.
History
Both her parents were loyal supporters of Lord Voldermort, and they died for it. Daphne's father was killed a few months before his daughter was born. Her mother was arrested by the order in April of 1980, but the ministry was faced with a difficult problem. Arkara was five months pregnant. There was argument as to what to do with her; in the end she was kept under house arrest for the remainder of her term. She never got a chance to see her daughter, the child was handed to her grandparents and Arkara was taken away. She died four months later.
Daphne lived with her grandparents* for the next twelve years. It was only after her second year at Hogwarts that she noticed how bad their health was getting. That summer it was arranged for her to stay with her only other relatives, Orin and Accalia Grey. The next few years were hard for her, she never felt like she quite fit in. After a bit she got on well enough with Salem but she was uncomfortable around Sage.
Personality:
Daphne is the type of girl who has difficulty making friends; but once they are able to break through her barriers, she is fiercely loyal and protective of them. She prefers animals to people, because animals love you no matter what. They don't judge you and they never expect you to be something you aren't. Her organizational skills are quite lacking, and she tends to do things in a haphazardly order. She is not anti-social; but when she is with a group of people, she'll act in a way she thinks they will expect her to act. She hides her true feeling about things, not often speaking her mind, because she fears being ridiculed.
She has no ambition to be a leader choosing instead to follow those who she perceives to have power.
Likes: Animals, the way fresh snow looks.
Dislikes: Potions class, mornings, large groups of people.
*her grandparents are still alive, just to elderly to care for an active teenager. She still visits them over the summer
Rp Sample:
It was hard to believe this was Diagon Ally. Half the shops were boarded up or simply dark and empty. People scurried down the street glancing around like frightened mice. Daphne shivered, the whole world seemed slanted. At least that was the way it felt to her. The closed shops loomed over her, closing off the sky. She could barely remember the open friendly atmosphere of only a year ago. How could things change in such a short time.
She was starting to regret her decision to go out; it wasn't as though she had shopping to do. Everything she needed was packed away safely at home, ready for the trip to Hogwarts.
'The last trip.'
Ominous thought. Where had it come from. She glanced around at the people, few though they were, she felt crowded.
"Oi Miss."
She jumped at the loud voice. A slight turn to her left brought the speaker into view. It was a shabby looking man, standing next to a dirty wooden box.
"Miss?" He asked again. "I was wonderin' if you could be helping me wi' something."
His smile was friendly and suddenly the world seemed a brighter place. Against her better judgment she approached him.
"Yes?"
He gestured to the box beside him. Inside, curled up in the corner, was a small black and silver tabby striped kitten.
"I've sold all the others and he's the last. You wouldn' want 'im would you?"
She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. "How much?"
"Eight sickles. And I'll give you a cage to carry 'im in."
Daphne dug into her pocket. "I'll take him." She picked up the kitten. Suddenly woken he began to meow and shiver. Petting him softly seemed to calm him down, and she transferred him to the small carrying case.
She thanked the man and hurried back the way she'd came in a hurry to get home, seemed like this wasn't a wasted trip after all.
