Post by Ace Longbottom on Oct 8, 2009 19:50:23 GMT -5
[/b][/color] !> Alice Anabelle Longbottom<
" When you're overwhelmed and you've lost your breath
When the space between the things you know is blurry nonetheless
When you try to speak but you make no sound
And the words you want are out of reach but they've never been so loud"
>> Basic Information !Name:Alice Anabelle Longbottom
Nicknames:Ace
Gender:Female
Birthday:July 28, 2005
Age:17
Blood Status:Half Blood
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Canon/Original:Canon
Occupation:Student
>> Appearance !Hair:Blond, just below the shoulder length, thick, straight with slight wave.
Eyes:Blue
Height:5’3”
Weight:115 lbs.
Body type:Petite/average, typical but short.
Distinct features:A tiny crescent moon shaped scar on her right hand stretching between he knuckle above her thumb and her wrist. And a little silver butterfly tattoo on her lower back which she refuses to tell her parents about.
Celebrity Face:Kristen Bell
>> Personality !Likes:
[♥]comic books
[♥]knitting
[♥]dancing
[♥]singing
[♥]music
[♥]magazines
[♥]fashion
[♥]being different
[♥]rebellion
[♥]my own rules
[♥]disco
[♥]frank sinatra
[♥]puppies
[♥]ice cream
[♥]chinese food
[♥]sunday nights
[♥]beginnings
[♥]mind games
[♥]competition
[♥]being the best
[♥]being loved
[♥]being hated
[♥]judgments
[♥]photography
[♥]snapshots
[♥]confidence
[♥]carousals
[♥]carnivals
[♥]festivals
[♥]cotton candy
[♥]popcorn
[♥]movies
[♥]confetti
[♥]party hats
[♥]costumes
[♥]jewelry
[♥]tutus
[♥]scarves
[♥]high heels
[♥]flats
[♥]converse
[♥]statements
[♥]being freaking awesome
[♥]sunglasses
[♥]my freaking life
[♥]beauty
[♥]art
[♥]fascination
[♥]vivid dreams
[♥]horses
[♥]hospitals
[♥]airports
[♥]cake
[♥]tea
[♥]coffee
[♥]cereal
[♥]poptarts
[♥]people watching
[♥]writing
[♥]gossip
[♥]rumors
[♥]laughter
[♥]pissing people off
[♥]well-formed lies
[♥]stars
[♥]sunshine
[♥]rain
[♥]rainboots
[♥]umbrellas
[♥]raincoats
[♥]fun jackets
[♥]parasols
[♥]beaches
[♥]swimming
[♥]lazy afternoons
[♥]waking up late
[♥]staying up all night
[♥]this fair insomnia
[♥]confusion
[♥]my state of mind
[♥]the color blue
[♥]purple!
[♥]magic
[♥]dresses
[♥]jeans
[♥]t-shirts with witty sayings on them
[♥]skirts
[♥]holidays
[♥]my house
[♥]my bedroom
[♥]my journal
[♥]my friends
[♥]my ability to turn nothing into something
[♥]creativity
[♥]being unique
[♥]being special
[♥]power
[♥]the concept of time
[♥]not conforming
[♥]basking in stereotypes
[♥]being horrible
[♥]loving life
Dislikes:[♠]people
[♠]mondays
[♠]asparagus
[♠]fire
[♠]lima beans
[♠]chewing gum
[♠]spiders
[♠]snakes
[♠]fish
[♠]the smell of rubber
[♠]the smell of gasoline
[♠]wasting time
[♠]homework
[♠]class
[♠]seaweed
[♠]sushi
[♠]judgments
[♠]stereotypes
[♠]being the same as everyone else
[♠]stupid people
[♠]ignorance
[♠]stupidity
[♠]fear
[♠]a lack of determination
[♠]lack of independence
[♠]desperation
[♠]pity
[♠]resentment
[♠]lies
[♠]death
[♠]sweat
[♠]local buses
[♠]darkness
[♠]perfection
[♠]arrogance
[♠]overly confident people
[♠]fools
[♠]mindless people
[♠]sheep
[♠]sheeple
[♠]teenagers
[♠]adults
[♠]children
[♠]losing
[♠]being made fun of
[♠]being needed
[♠]commitment
[♠]failure
[♠]life
[♠]conformity
[♠]loss
[♠]betrayal
[♠]boring socks
Strengths:[>]creativity
[>]intelligence
[>]determination
Weaknesses:[<]depression
[<]desperation
[<]humanity
Habits:[x]taps solid surfaces
[x]runs her hand through her hair
[x]talks too much with brutal honesty
[x]clings to people emotionally
Secrets:[x]has more anxiety than she lets on
[x]rebels against her family because she’s afraid to disappoint
[x]despite making a show of not caring, she really cares what others think
[x]she has a lot more depth than she ever shows
[x]she turns reckless and chaotic because she’s afraid to really just live her life
Boggart:losing her loved ones, generally to death.
Patronus:the dances and parties her mother would throw at The Leaky Cauldron. One particular night stood out most to Ace when she and her brother stayed up late laughing at everything.
Mirror of Erised:To break away from her life and be someone important
>> Background
Parents:
Neville Longbottom - 42 - Herbology Professor
Hannah Abbott - 42 - Landlady of the Leaky Cauldron
Siblings:Frankie Longbottom –16- Hufflepuff 6th year
Extended Family:All relatives of the Longbottom/Abbott lines.
Pets:Juniper, a little white kitten with silvery blue eyes.
Biography:
SOMETIMES I’M AFRAID
that you just don’t get it
You know that feeling you get when you watch a leaf fall from a tree in mid-autumn? You sit there and watch as it dances in the air, maybe plays a cute little game with the wind. You get entirely too caught up in the distraction of it all and can’t help but think how beautiful it is. And then, as soon as it hits the ground, a kid comes zipping around the corner on a scooter and collides with the fallen leaf. It’s left in a crumpled little mess on the ground. It’s shattered and it’s still there, but it doesn’t have that same charm, that beauty, that charisma as it did all of two seconds ago. That, my friends, is the story of my life.
My name is Alice Anabelle Longbottom. Everyone since age 5 has called me Ace. Why? Well, my mother, Hannah, had some guests from out of the country stay at The Leaky Cauldron where she works. They invited her down to play cards just after she’d put my brother Frankie to bed. My mother said no a few times but finally gave in playfully. I decided to get out of my own bed and wander down to watch. My mother caught me in a heartbeat but didn’t have the heart to send me back when I was being so quiet. From the moment I entered the room, my mother won every game they played. She called me her permanent ace. I was her good luck charm. The name stuck pretty well since it’s so close to Alice.
That doesn’t tell you much about my life. For starters, I’m not particularly fond of long stories about my childhood so please, listen carefully. I was born in one of the rooms at The Leaky Cauldron to Neville and Hannah Longbottom. I don’t look nearly enough like my parents. My hair’s a few shades lighter than my mum’s and there’s no trace of my Longbottom roots showing. My childhood was filled with strangers from far away places. I always felt like one of those strangers. I knew that this was where I belonged, this was where I came to be, but I constantly found myself feeling a million miles off.
Even in my youth, I loved to employ a creative outlook. I adored magic and learning. I spent so much time living in my own little fantasy world that I didn’t have much time to acknowledge problems or things of importance. My parents never had drama to speak of and Frankie was always too young to cause any problems. I spent so much time wrapped up in a book or begging my mother to take me somewhere that I could go fly the broomstick dad had gotten me. I wanted to live and adventure. I wanted freedom and independence. My mother let me wander Diagon Alley because it was so close to home, but that would never have been enough for me.
I remember being about 8-years-old and begging my mother for a wand so I could learn magic early. She turned me down over and over reminding me how completely illegal that would be. I taught myself charms, spells, potions. I soaked up any knowledge I could because I wanted to be better than everyone else. Yes, clear and simple. There was no beautiful, meaningful reason for my addiction to knowledge. I wanted to walk into a room of students and be the smartest girl there. I wanted to rub it in the faces of anyone who teased me or said they were better than me. I know, I sound like such a horrible child. Really though? I’m only being honest. Not every child is some sweet little angel. I was far from an angel. I’ve always been Ace, it’s who I am.
By the time I turned 11, it was time for me to go off to Hogwarts. I was so excited about school. I knew I’d shake things up. I’d always been so dramatic. I’ve always loved talk and how it goes around. People truly are such amazing creatures. So, when I arrived at school, I instantly knew that the name Alice Longbottom would not sit in some dark corner. I wanted some type of spotlight, a name for myself.
So, they knew Ace. I made friends with people of all sorts of variety. I was never shy, I wanted to know their stories and the way they lived their lives. I asked brutally honest questions and made sarcastic comments at every given opportunity. In turn, I also made enemies. I never gave out enough information about myself for people to make a clear decision of me though. I’ve always made sure I was enough of a mystery for them that they’d doubt their own views on me. One day, they’d hate me and the next, they’d admire me. It was this way from my first year onward.
It only took me until my third year to become too restless within the school walls. I started playing pranks, sneaking around in places I wasn’t supposed to. My brother Frankie had learned of our father’s heroic past and, despite his looking up to our father so much, I wanted my own name. I didn’t want to be Neville Longbottom’s daughter. I wanted to be known for how intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful, amazing I really was. So, I made sure my social life was expanding out as far as it could go.
It started with friendships which turned into almost family-like relations. I started throwing parties and testing all limits possible. I wanted to have huge parties in the forest and quiet, quaint parties beside the lake at midnight. I wanted to drink, dance, sing, laugh at the top of my lungs and never worry about a thing. Why? Because on the inside, I’ve always been worrying. I’ve always been filled with anxieties that my father told me he too once felt. I broke out of that anxiety enough to have a glorious social life, but in my heart, I was still worried all the time.
I ran wild and free, beautiful and intelligent about the halls of this school and have always been dying inside. I never know who I really am. Life has become this never-ending quest to be what they all expect me to be and to find out who I truly am on the inside at the exact same time. When I look in the mirror, I see one of the hundreds, thousands, of strangers who passed through my mother’s pub. I strive to move forward, to be unique and remembered. I fall in love with nearly everyone I meet only to have them ripped away again. I’m called overly dramatic and ridiculous because this is who I am. I come with countless stories of my past. I remember people by the memories I make with them. I turn every single living breathing moment of my life into something that I want to remember. I write, I draw, I paint. I laugh, I dance, I sing. I never wait or think things through. I act upon impulse and don’t challenge me because I’m always right. My name is Alice Longbottom and my life is worth remembering.
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name:Tippy
Age:19
Gender:Female
Experience:6-7 Years, roughly.
Why you joined:Saw an ad on my own site and thought it looked interesting. =)
Anything else:Not that I can remember.
RP Sample:write a narrative of the character you are applying as
”Life’s not perfect.” Alice murmured to herself as she tugged at one of her stray wisps of blond hair. She sat in a window seat of the Astronomy Tower, staring out at the stars. She’d have loved to pretend she was there to do her homework but that would have been a lie. Ace had gotten bored with life again. She’d been eaten away with worry, oh shocker! And now, now she was here. She was caught up in this moment, in this place, in this life that didn’t seem hers to live.
She wore a pair of pink and green striped pajama pants and a pink tank top. It was freezing here though, so she’d pulled a gray hoodie sweatshirt over top before she’d left her dormitory. It was still chilly and Alice fought the urge to shiver. It was only about 11:30 at night, but she hated the fact that she couldn’t sleep. She needed to let her heart roam free. She need to suppress her anxieties.
Ace slipped down from her perch. She stepped onto a long wooden table and then leapt down to the floor. In the rush, she’d slipped on a pair of Ugg boots. They were slightly damp from her stepping in a puddle beside a bathroom in her journey throughout the school’s many corridors. Now, she wanted to run. So, that was exactly what she did. The only thing she attended to was her noise level. The last thing she needed was a professor, or worse, her father, to catch her roaming. She was a ghost in the halls of Hogwarts. Not a real ghost, a metaphoric ghost. She was there, but she wasn’t at the same time.
It only took her twenty minutes to reach the front doors to the school. She’d made great use of several of her favorite secret passages. Now, she found herself walking across the grounds of the school. The air was crisp and even more freezing than she’d felt sitting in the Astronomy Tower window. In addition to all this, a thick layer of fog had decided to blanket itself over the lawns. A grin crept across Alice’s expression. She stepped onto the grass, its moisture making its way past the thick layer of her boots and making her socks wet. She took one long stride and then was running as fast as she could toward the water beside the lake.
Any normal person would now be thinking, Who in their right mind would go swimming in this weather! The answer to that question was easy to figure out, Alice Longbottom. She’d stripped down to little pink panties and pink tank top alone and dove into the freezing water. The icy water made her entire body shake one intense spasm at a time. Then, this eerie numb sensation took over her whole body and she floated atop the water. She was lost in a sea of fog, barely able to see the beach just behind her where she’d left her clothes sprawled out all over the place. She closed her eyes and took in the smells of lake water and fog blending together. This would stick in her memory for a while. This moment would be worth it. This would be something she could accept as worthy of her attention. Alice Longbottom was wild, she was free. Now, she was slowly backstroking toward the lake side so she wouldn’t drown to death or be attacked by a mischievous grindylow.
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