Post by Evelyn Brady on Jun 26, 2007 15:56:14 GMT -5
ooc: Back from the grave! Bwahahaha.
Name: Shelby Eaton
Age: 17
Birthday: November 22
Bloodline: Half-Blood
Physical Description: Shelby is short as can be, but not at all what you’d call petite. She's got wide hips, a big butt, and is very busty, and on top of it all she has quite a bit of muscle on her. Although she's unhappy with her curvy shape most of the time,she believes herself to be very beautiful, (nope. now she's self conscious and thinks shes a troll.) and most people would probably agree with her. She has full lips and a wonderfully thick head of dark blonde hair. Her smile used to draw the most attention to her face (well...as far as female attention goes; boys didn't focus much on her face) but she doesn't smile much nowadays. Now her eyes, a very lovely green color, probably stand out the most.
Personality:
There was a time when Shelby was the most lovable person you would ever meet. If you were her friend, you'd get around ten thousand hugs a day, and go to bed bruised from all the squeezing. Her friends were her lifeline, and if you didn't want to spend every second of every day with her, she'd probably be very hurt. She was daring and funny, loyal and sweet, loud and outgoing.
As for the people who weren't her friends...well, they were pretty much screwed. It would be wise not to make her angry. No, she won't hex you or anything, but that's only because she prefers good old fashioned physical fights to magical dueling. Any idiot can flick a wand, it takes grit to knock teeth out. She could do two things all day: Hug, and yell. She's quite the little discipline problem, that Shelby, and would never hesitate to start fights with teachers who made it onto her 'list'.
It used to be that if Shelby cared about someone, they knew it. She'd be glued to their side and would stick with them through anything. She'd love you to death and make sure you loved her back twice as much, she'd kill and die for you. But it all went away. Now, she's much more reserved, and avoids the friends that were once so dear to her. She's a lot slower to trust people, and her temper isn't quite as fiery, as it seems she's afraid of being too outspoken, when she used to be so bold and brave. The old, bubbly, loud, caring Shelby now seems so hollow, and it's got her friends quite concerned.
Likes: Her friends (even though she no longer shows it), and other than that, she isn't sure what she wants or cares about anymore.
Dislikes: Snobby people, Death Eaters (disliking yourself isn't too uncommon a thing...), being alone, dark places, health food, seafood, people who smell bad, being afraid, crying in front of people
History:
Shelby's parents divorced when she was very young, so all her life it was just she and her mother. They lived together in a small house by the sea in Southwest England, and they got along perfectly. As Shelby grew older, they became more and more inseperable. This presented a problem, however.
As a little girl, and from then on, Shelby was very, very chubby. It wasn't until she was about 13 that she began to 'blossom' and become the beautiful young woman she is now. She got made fun of a lot, but she made out all right. Those who decided to poke fun at her chunkyness regretted it; she made sure to give them what they deserved. One kid staggered away with a broken nose, another girl was shoved and pinned face down into a huge puddle of mud, spoiling the expensive outfit she was so proud of. They learned quickly.
Shelby's mom was so busy being her best friend that she forgot to be her mom. She realized this when Shelby got older, after countless letters about how she was fighting with and being very disrespectful to teachers at Hogwarts, sneaking out at night, etc. It seemed that Shelby thought she could get away with anything. Her mom tried to talk to her, but she blew it off. It was too late to start mothering her, and she wasn't about to ruin their close bond by trying to, that was for sure.
The summer before her sixth year, Shelby suffered a terrible loss. Her mother was murdered by a Death Eater, but not just any Death Eater, her father, leaving her alone in the world. The death was needless, as far as Shelby was concerned, they simply found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shelby was spared, on one condition. Now she wishes she would have just let them kill her.
Later that year, Dumbledore, whom she'd always looked up to, was murdered. Shelby wouldn't have even suspected that there was a fight going on and that there were Death Eaters in the school, until she was shaken awake by a friend. She then rushed downstairs and outside where a large number of students were gathered around Dumbledore's dead body, sprawled out on the lawn. Now you would think that after the death of her mother AND Dumbledore, a fiery passion for vanquishing Death Eaters would have been sparked inside of her. But instead, Shelby responded very strangely to the situation. It was as if she was in some sort of trance as she stared at Dumbledore's lifeless body and said to no one in particular, "There's just no beating Him...is there? You just can't win." And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Shelby was 100% sure at that moment that defeating You Know Who was impossible, for Dumbledore was the only wizard he'd ever feared, and well...look at him now. She would rather let go of everything she held dear to her now and join Him, rather than fight a battle that was already lost, and lose the people she loved slowly and painfully.
Family and Pets:
-Mom (Dead.)
Roleplaying Sample:
The refelection of the full moon was sparkling over the rippling ocean. The sound of waves breaking on the rocky shore, the salty spray carried in the wind whipping at her hair, and the feeling of icy water on her toes was calming to Shelby as she sat there on the dock. Calm was a good feeling, one she needed right now as she cried into an old photo album.
The tears were staining the cluster of pictures on the page, many of she and her friends, but most of she and her mom. She was so beautiful, Shelby thought to herself, running her fingers over a picture of her mother covered in the chocolate cake that they'd decided to throw at each other rather than eat. Those were fun times, but they were over now. Shelby closed the album, hugging it to her chest before placing it in the small trunk she held in her lap. She'd been through everything in there a thousand times; it was her box of memories. There were letters, keepsakes, and more photographs than you could count. She decided to go through it one last time tonight, the last time she ever would. She kissed the top of the trunk, locked it, and took it off of her lap.
"Bee?" A voice came from behind her. Shelby whipped around to see their neighbor, Emily, walking up the dock towards her. "What are you doing?"
"I don't go by that anymore," Shelby said softly, turning away. She and Emily had been friends since they were small children, but saw each other less and less when Shelby went off to Hogwarts. Emily sat down beside her, putting her arm around her shoulder. Shelby promptly shook her off.
"What's going on? Are you okay?" Emily asked, although she already knew the answer to that. She looked over at the trunk beside Shelby. "...Is this...about your mom...by any chance?" Shelby shook her head. She silently took hold of a handle on one side of the trunk, pushing it slowly towards the edge of the dock. Emily grabbed her arm, pulling it back.
"Please, just go, Emily," said Shelby.
"Bee, are those all your photo albums and stuff?"
"They used to be, now they're fish food." She pushed it further, only to be stopped, again, by Emily.
"Don't do this, Bee."
"Why not?"
"Because I know you don't want to." Shelby sighed, staring out over the water.
"You just don't understand. I...I feel guilty, okay? But I had no choice, there's no other way to do things, I have nowhere else to go."
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter to you, because we can't see each other anymore. I'm not going to hurt my friends, it's better that they just...don't know me anymore. They're dead to me, like my mom, and I can't think about them anymore."
"Don't say that. Look, you've been acting really weird lately," said Emily. "I'm sure this is about your mom, and I'm sure you're going to get over it. Until you do, I'm here for you, all your friends are. You trust us, I know you do! Please, don't throw these away Shelby, I know how much they mean to you."
"You don't get it!" Shelby said angrily. "You're just a...a muggle, okay?! There are things you don't understand, you don't know half of what went on this year at my..my..boarding school and you don't know HOW my mom died, do you? I'm not Shelby anymore, I'm...not." Emily nodded, somehow, it seemed that she understood perfectly. She appeared to be very sad.
"You came home this year and..you changed."
"I know," Shelby said miserably.
"Well change back." Shelby shook her head.
"I can't." She looked away, refusing to endure the look that Emily was giving her. Emily stood up and walked away, just like Shleby knew everyone else would, eventually. Tears began to sting her eyes, and with one final shove, Shelby pushed the trunk into the water, watching it sink into the cold, black oblivion that used to be so beautiful to her. She stood up, only to realize that there was one more thing she needed to do. She undid the latch at the back of her neck and pulled a shining silver locket away from her chest. She opened it to find a tiny picture of her mother kissing her on the cheek, and an engravement: My Daughter, My Angel, My Best Friend. I'll love you always.
Shelby held it out by the chain over the water. "I'm sorry," she said softly, and dropped it. Her stomach lurched as it hit the water, and just as quickly as she'd dropped it, she jumped in after it, plunging through the icy surface. By some miracle, as she thrashed around, searching frantically for the heart-shaped necklace, she caught it in her hand. Shelby fastened it around her neck, where it had been for the past ten years, and pulled herself back onto the dock. Although the wind was biting at her soaking wet, shivering body, and she knew she was going back to a dark, empty house, she felt warm and safe, clutching the locket to her chest. Somehow, she wasn't quite alone.
Name: Shelby Eaton
Age: 17
Birthday: November 22
Bloodline: Half-Blood
Physical Description: Shelby is short as can be, but not at all what you’d call petite. She's got wide hips, a big butt, and is very busty, and on top of it all she has quite a bit of muscle on her. Although she's unhappy with her curvy shape most of the time,
Personality:
There was a time when Shelby was the most lovable person you would ever meet. If you were her friend, you'd get around ten thousand hugs a day, and go to bed bruised from all the squeezing. Her friends were her lifeline, and if you didn't want to spend every second of every day with her, she'd probably be very hurt. She was daring and funny, loyal and sweet, loud and outgoing.
As for the people who weren't her friends...well, they were pretty much screwed. It would be wise not to make her angry. No, she won't hex you or anything, but that's only because she prefers good old fashioned physical fights to magical dueling. Any idiot can flick a wand, it takes grit to knock teeth out. She could do two things all day: Hug, and yell. She's quite the little discipline problem, that Shelby, and would never hesitate to start fights with teachers who made it onto her 'list'.
It used to be that if Shelby cared about someone, they knew it. She'd be glued to their side and would stick with them through anything. She'd love you to death and make sure you loved her back twice as much, she'd kill and die for you. But it all went away. Now, she's much more reserved, and avoids the friends that were once so dear to her. She's a lot slower to trust people, and her temper isn't quite as fiery, as it seems she's afraid of being too outspoken, when she used to be so bold and brave. The old, bubbly, loud, caring Shelby now seems so hollow, and it's got her friends quite concerned.
Likes: Her friends (even though she no longer shows it), and other than that, she isn't sure what she wants or cares about anymore.
Dislikes: Snobby people, Death Eaters (disliking yourself isn't too uncommon a thing...), being alone, dark places, health food, seafood, people who smell bad, being afraid, crying in front of people
History:
Shelby's parents divorced when she was very young, so all her life it was just she and her mother. They lived together in a small house by the sea in Southwest England, and they got along perfectly. As Shelby grew older, they became more and more inseperable. This presented a problem, however.
As a little girl, and from then on, Shelby was very, very chubby. It wasn't until she was about 13 that she began to 'blossom' and become the beautiful young woman she is now. She got made fun of a lot, but she made out all right. Those who decided to poke fun at her chunkyness regretted it; she made sure to give them what they deserved. One kid staggered away with a broken nose, another girl was shoved and pinned face down into a huge puddle of mud, spoiling the expensive outfit she was so proud of. They learned quickly.
Shelby's mom was so busy being her best friend that she forgot to be her mom. She realized this when Shelby got older, after countless letters about how she was fighting with and being very disrespectful to teachers at Hogwarts, sneaking out at night, etc. It seemed that Shelby thought she could get away with anything. Her mom tried to talk to her, but she blew it off. It was too late to start mothering her, and she wasn't about to ruin their close bond by trying to, that was for sure.
The summer before her sixth year, Shelby suffered a terrible loss. Her mother was murdered by a Death Eater, but not just any Death Eater, her father, leaving her alone in the world. The death was needless, as far as Shelby was concerned, they simply found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shelby was spared, on one condition. Now she wishes she would have just let them kill her.
Later that year, Dumbledore, whom she'd always looked up to, was murdered. Shelby wouldn't have even suspected that there was a fight going on and that there were Death Eaters in the school, until she was shaken awake by a friend. She then rushed downstairs and outside where a large number of students were gathered around Dumbledore's dead body, sprawled out on the lawn. Now you would think that after the death of her mother AND Dumbledore, a fiery passion for vanquishing Death Eaters would have been sparked inside of her. But instead, Shelby responded very strangely to the situation. It was as if she was in some sort of trance as she stared at Dumbledore's lifeless body and said to no one in particular, "There's just no beating Him...is there? You just can't win." And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Shelby was 100% sure at that moment that defeating You Know Who was impossible, for Dumbledore was the only wizard he'd ever feared, and well...look at him now. She would rather let go of everything she held dear to her now and join Him, rather than fight a battle that was already lost, and lose the people she loved slowly and painfully.
Family and Pets:
-Mom (Dead.)
Roleplaying Sample:
The refelection of the full moon was sparkling over the rippling ocean. The sound of waves breaking on the rocky shore, the salty spray carried in the wind whipping at her hair, and the feeling of icy water on her toes was calming to Shelby as she sat there on the dock. Calm was a good feeling, one she needed right now as she cried into an old photo album.
The tears were staining the cluster of pictures on the page, many of she and her friends, but most of she and her mom. She was so beautiful, Shelby thought to herself, running her fingers over a picture of her mother covered in the chocolate cake that they'd decided to throw at each other rather than eat. Those were fun times, but they were over now. Shelby closed the album, hugging it to her chest before placing it in the small trunk she held in her lap. She'd been through everything in there a thousand times; it was her box of memories. There were letters, keepsakes, and more photographs than you could count. She decided to go through it one last time tonight, the last time she ever would. She kissed the top of the trunk, locked it, and took it off of her lap.
"Bee?" A voice came from behind her. Shelby whipped around to see their neighbor, Emily, walking up the dock towards her. "What are you doing?"
"I don't go by that anymore," Shelby said softly, turning away. She and Emily had been friends since they were small children, but saw each other less and less when Shelby went off to Hogwarts. Emily sat down beside her, putting her arm around her shoulder. Shelby promptly shook her off.
"What's going on? Are you okay?" Emily asked, although she already knew the answer to that. She looked over at the trunk beside Shelby. "...Is this...about your mom...by any chance?" Shelby shook her head. She silently took hold of a handle on one side of the trunk, pushing it slowly towards the edge of the dock. Emily grabbed her arm, pulling it back.
"Please, just go, Emily," said Shelby.
"Bee, are those all your photo albums and stuff?"
"They used to be, now they're fish food." She pushed it further, only to be stopped, again, by Emily.
"Don't do this, Bee."
"Why not?"
"Because I know you don't want to." Shelby sighed, staring out over the water.
"You just don't understand. I...I feel guilty, okay? But I had no choice, there's no other way to do things, I have nowhere else to go."
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter to you, because we can't see each other anymore. I'm not going to hurt my friends, it's better that they just...don't know me anymore. They're dead to me, like my mom, and I can't think about them anymore."
"Don't say that. Look, you've been acting really weird lately," said Emily. "I'm sure this is about your mom, and I'm sure you're going to get over it. Until you do, I'm here for you, all your friends are. You trust us, I know you do! Please, don't throw these away Shelby, I know how much they mean to you."
"You don't get it!" Shelby said angrily. "You're just a...a muggle, okay?! There are things you don't understand, you don't know half of what went on this year at my..my..boarding school and you don't know HOW my mom died, do you? I'm not Shelby anymore, I'm...not." Emily nodded, somehow, it seemed that she understood perfectly. She appeared to be very sad.
"You came home this year and..you changed."
"I know," Shelby said miserably.
"Well change back." Shelby shook her head.
"I can't." She looked away, refusing to endure the look that Emily was giving her. Emily stood up and walked away, just like Shleby knew everyone else would, eventually. Tears began to sting her eyes, and with one final shove, Shelby pushed the trunk into the water, watching it sink into the cold, black oblivion that used to be so beautiful to her. She stood up, only to realize that there was one more thing she needed to do. She undid the latch at the back of her neck and pulled a shining silver locket away from her chest. She opened it to find a tiny picture of her mother kissing her on the cheek, and an engravement: My Daughter, My Angel, My Best Friend. I'll love you always.
Shelby held it out by the chain over the water. "I'm sorry," she said softly, and dropped it. Her stomach lurched as it hit the water, and just as quickly as she'd dropped it, she jumped in after it, plunging through the icy surface. By some miracle, as she thrashed around, searching frantically for the heart-shaped necklace, she caught it in her hand. Shelby fastened it around her neck, where it had been for the past ten years, and pulled herself back onto the dock. Although the wind was biting at her soaking wet, shivering body, and she knew she was going back to a dark, empty house, she felt warm and safe, clutching the locket to her chest. Somehow, she wasn't quite alone.
