Post by liv roisin o'rouke on Aug 29, 2013 20:44:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] LIV R. O'ROURKE HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME LIV AND I'M CURRENTLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE HUFFLEPUFF AND I'M A HALF-BLOOD. ------------------------------------------------- You are born on February 29th, a day that only comes around every four years and for the first few years of your life and confuses you to no end when it comes to celebrating. The comments and jokes made about you only aging every four years has you believing for a bit that you are special, that you have some kind of power that others don’t. It is your mother who sits you down and explains that while you do have powers (because, hello, you’re a witch), aging doesn’t fall under them. So instead you have birthday parties thrown on the 28th of February and it isn’t long till the comments about your actual day of birth start to get old. For the first year of your life, you are practically spoiled rotten by your parents and grandparents. As the first child, every little thing you do is practically viewed as a miracle and considered to be precious. It isn’t till you are a little over a year old that your mother becomes pregnant again and soon there is another addition to your family. The focus switches from you to your new baby brother, not that you are really bothered by it. You are far too young to notice or even care really and besides, the new baby seems to memorize you just as much as it does everyone else. By the time your younger sister is introduced to the world you are over three years old and have realized just want it means to have siblings. Like most young children with sibling, you are in awe over the new babies and take to helping your mother as much as can, which really isn’t all that much when it comes down to it. So you make a huge mess in the kitchen trying to help feed your little brother, at least you are careful with him, which is fine and dandy as far as your mother and father are concerned. You are a bright child, which is something that seems to take your parents completely by surprise. More than once they have been caught of guard by the questions that you ask and the things that you notice. When they are unable to answer all your questions, you begin to turn towards books because someone, somewhere, must have the knowledge you are looking for. At five years old, you are reading books considered to be far above your age level. While you do have some friends, your books are your constant companions and you go through them faster than your parents can supply. Of course, this doesn’t mean that you weren’t a normal child. You still played with dolls and made messes, still climbed trees and explored (after all, you like adventures here and there), something that your parents often remarked as being your specialty. On your own you are a tornado, leaving a trail of toys, crayons, and papers in your wake. Your mother often scolds you on your lack of organization, telling you that everything has a place. Although you try to follow her good example, the end result is far from perfect and in most cases you end up giving up. At eight years old, your father decided it is time for your first flying lesson. You have always watched your father soar around in the sky in fascination so you are extremely excited when he announces one morning over breakfast that you are old enough to handle a broom. The two of your head out into the back yard after eating and your father begins to walk you through the process of flying. The end result is all but a success as you wind up with a broken arm and somewhat nasty cut to the forehead. Apparently, flying doesn’t seem to agree with you and the event only succeeded in making you scared to ever fly on a broom again. Instead, you find it more exciting to watch others zip around in the air with your feet still planted safely on the ground. Over the years, your father has tried to teach you again, but in your stubbornness you turn him down. While you may have known all along that your where going to attend, it is another thing to actually go. You find yourself a little nervous about being away from home and your family. All of this disappears though once you finally reach the school and settle into your daily schedule. The Hat proclaims you to be a Hufflepuff, and to be honest you are rather proud of it’s decision. You make friends easily, mainly because of your impartial nature towards others and your kind attitude. Your father likes to say that you have a certain aura around you, one that tends to draw others to it like a moth to a flame. Although you don’t know whether or not you really believe this, because he is your father so of course he will see the good in you, you mainly shrug the whole thing off as just one of those things. The only thing your parents warn you about is your issue with trusting others, in that you do it far too willing. You like to see the good in others and more than a few times this has resulted in being taken advantage of. Dating in itself has never been something that you put a lot of focus into. This isn’t to say that you are a negligent girlfriend who ignores her boyfriends, but more that you where never what one would call boy obsessed. Yeah, you have a couple of friends who are, who always seemed to have a new guy every month, but that just isn’t you. On your list of priorities, academics is at the top and the majority of your time is spent in the library; which makes it a little hard to meet guys. To be honest, you may have been a little shy when it came to meeting guys in general and being in the spotlight has always made you more than a little uncomfortable. At only fourteen years old, you are in that awkward phase between girl and young woman, or so your mother so fondly puts it. Whatever it is, you decide you don’t like. It isn’t till you are almost sixteen that you feel comfortable in your body again and that you discover a little more confidence in yourself. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED NESSA. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO HOLLAND RODEN.
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED NESSA. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO HOLLAND RODEN.
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