Title: SKEETER, racquel
racquel skeeter - September 9, 2007 05:27 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ racquel skeeter ]
[ racquel skeeter ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: Sarah.
age: Twenty.
contact: PM.
experience: A long time.
how'd you find us? On rc&r.
[ w h o are you?
full name: Racquel Ophelia Skeeter.
explain the names: Racquel is a name that Ludo and Rita agreed on, and Ophelia is Rita's grandmother's name.
nickname: Rac.
age/year: Fifteen/fifth.
house: Slytherin.
any titles?: None.
[ show some skin!
eye color: Brown.
hair color: Dirty blonde.
skin tone: Pale.
celebrity portrayal: Anne Marie van Dijk.
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
Gossip
quidditch
boys
fashion
photography
writing
music
money
shopping
pasta
dislikes:
Dirt
poor people
muggles
americans
her father
bananas
insects
hieghts
cleaning
schoolwork
strengths:
Quick learner
good writier
muscally talented
loyal to her friends
healthy
weaknesses:
Can't keep a secret
loves to gossip
isn't trustworthy execpt with her friends
laughs at people more unfortante than her
can't stand muggleborns.
quirks:
Bities her nails
twists her hair
chews her bottom lip
love potion:
Lavender
perfume
rain
patronus: A koala bear.
boggart: Alligators.
dementor: As a child, Rita and Racquel were extremely close. Racquel honestly thought of her mother as her best friend. They had so much in common and got along wonderfully. When Racquel was eleven home for the holidays, Ludo was at work one day when a man Racquel had never met before came to the house. Rita had seemed nervous and anxious all morning, and said she and the man were colleques and she had some last minute work that needed to be done. It was just odd how her mother was acting because Rita is usually very calm and collected, but that morning she was like a completely different person. This happened all throughout the holidays while Racquel and her brother were at home. Her brother said that that was "mum's boyfriend", but Racquel laughed and shrugged it off, although her brother was completely serious. He had seen them canoodling one evening on the porch before Ludo came home, but he didn't say anything. Things like this happened for two years. When Racquel was thirteen, she walked in on Rita and a different man when she went into Rtia's bedroom to ask a question. Shocked that it wasn't Ludo she was with, Racquel ran off and hasn't been able to look at her mother the same since, even after the divource.
personality: To describe Racquel's personality, you need to have a very open mind. To outsiders she may seem controlling, morose, and icey, but to her friends and family she's a completely different person. The one thing about her is that she loves to gossip. She can't keep a secret, so if you don't want the whole world knowing something, don't tell Raxquel. She's almost immediately tell someone else just for the sake of telling them. She loves to gossip about people, even if it's hurtful. She'll never gossip about a friend behind their back, however. She'll only do that to people who aren't important to her. She's quite loyal when it comes to friends, surprisingly. Another thing is that Racquel is extremely stubborn as well. She'll never ask for help or admit when she's wrong, even if it's blanetly obvious. She's also very good at masking her emotions as well. You can't ever really tell if she's upset or depressed, because she tries not to show it. She thinks it's a form of weakness, so she hardly ever cries as well. The only time Racquel cried (that she can remember) was when her parents divourced.
There are good things to Racquel, of course. It's already been said that she's loyal and she very much is. The sorting hat had a difficult time choosing between Slytherin or Hufflepuf to place her, but obviously chose Slytherin. Racquel si very talented as well when it comes to writing, which she inherited from her mother. She's been writing stories since she could remember, and has even written a book. She's also quite funny as well, even though most people would consider her sarcastic. A notceiable thing about her is that she's also very healthy and can take care of herself. She's been known to take more than one shower a day and hates germs. Racquel is even a tad germaphobic when it comes down to it. She'll never use a public restroom (execpt those at Hogwarts, obviously), or use a public stairwell.
When it comes to things she likes, it's already been said that Racquel loves to gossip. She's not quite so shallow, though. She also loves art and literature as well, and is constantly reading in her spare time. She's actually one of the smartest in her year, and she knows it. Racquel can also play Quidditch. She doesn't play it often and isn't on the house team, but she can still play. When it comes to things she doesn't like, Racquel has a huge fear of alligators and crocidiles. When she was a little girl she was at the zoo when it was 'feeding time' for the alligators and Racquel hasn't been able to get that image out of her mind since.
[ take a look back in time
parents: Ludovic Bagman and Rita Skeeter.
siblings: [»] --- bagman [seventh, seventeen, hufflepuff, quidditch captain]
history: Racquel Ophelia Skeeter was born to Ludovic Bagman and Rita Skeeter of London. This was probably one of the most disfunctional familes you've ever seen. Racquel was born into a house where awkwardness and anxiety riened supreme. Ludo and Rita never really loved each other, although it was apparent that Ludo care much more for Rita than she did for him. They never dated, and Rita unexpectedly ended up pregnant. Horrified and embarrassed, Ludo forced Rita to marry him, although playing it off as a happy arrangement. He cared for her yes, but he never thought of actually marrying her. With no choice, however, the two wed, and a few months later, their first child was born. The birth of their son somewhat repaired their awkward relationship, as it would with any. It didn't make the problems go away, of course, just better.
Their relationship got better just in time for the birth of their second child, a girl. Even though their relationship was better and they weren't fighting as often, Rita was terribly unhappy. As the years went on Ludo lost his looks, which was the only reason Rita didn't absotuely refuse to marry him. One fateful day Rita met a man in Diagon Alley and decided to get a drink with him. One drink led to ten and evenutally they left together, with Rita not emerging until early in the morning. This happened on occasion, and Rita acted as if nothing was wrong.
Rita and Ludo agreed when they had a daughter that she would take Rita's last name, not Ludo's. Neither of them saw their marriage lasting too much longer, and honestly they were just stalling. One afternoon Rita was in Diagon Alley again at the Leaky Cauldron. She was cuddling with another man who was obviously much younger than she in a booth, when Ludo walked in. This happened when Racquel was thirteen, a time when a daughter needed her mother. Rita was much too wrapped up in her own problems, however, and paid little attention to Racquel.
While at Hogwarts Racquel found it to be a haven, and doesn't particularly like the holidays when she has to be at home. She and her older brother do not get along, considering he's two years older than her and in Hufflepuff, they have little in common. By now Racquel had gotten into writing and literature, and has written countless poems, stories, and a book. The book she's only shown to Rita, however, and doesn't plan on showing anyone else. Being as smart as Racquel is and at the top of her class, at the beginning of her fifth year she was selected to be a prefect. For the first time in her life Racquel heard that Ludo was proud of her, and wrote her a letter to congratulate her. Racquel never got a change to read it, however, because Rita found the letter before Racquel, and tore it up.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: gossip girl
pets?: Persian cat called Banagher.
anything else about your character we should know?: Nope.
other: If Everyone Cared by Nickleback.
roleplay sample:
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| As Margot continued to toss and turn in her bed, she was getting more and more frustrated with each turn. Insomnia was slowly taking over, she could feel. The later it got, the more awake she became. Looking over at her bedside table clock, Margot groaned as she saw it was half past two in the morning. The only sounds being heard were the soft snoring of her dorm mates, and she wished desperately she could join them. Margot was almost positive she was the only one awake in the dorm, which made things worse. Well, easier since she was planning to sneak out if she didn't get to sleep soon. Margot really shouldn't sneak out, as she had classes in just a few, short hours. But in her mind she knew there was no point in trying anymore, she already has been trying to get to sleep for five hours now. Fifteen more minutes passed, which now made it 2:45 a.m. Sighing heavily, Margot sat up in bed, swung her feet over and slipped on her house shoes and robe. As Margot began to creep her way across the dorm floor, she took out her wand, ready to light it when she entered the pitch-black corridors. That's one of the only things she didn't like about the castle. At night they made it so dark you can't see your nose in front of your face. Margot opened the door to the dorm, and began to make her way down the marble steps to the common room. As she neared it, she heard the crackling of a fire. Hm...someone must be up too, she thought, shrugging. Margot opened the door slowly and peaked her head in, twisting her brow in confusion when she saw it was empty. Okay... she thought, shrugging once more. Margot walked across the common room, looking around. She didn't understand why they always left all the Lights in the common room It, when the students weren't allowed to leave their dorms after curfew (which, of course, didn't stop Margot). Margot loved the look and feel of the common room. It was so homey and warm. With its yellow, gold, and red carpet and rugs, big, comfy armchairs couches, Margot definitely spent a lot of time there. Finally, Margot was out in the corridors, so therefore she took out her wand and whispered, "Lumos," and a glow of Light surrounded her. She hoped no professors, prefects, or staff was out for a late-night stroll, she could get detention for this. In her six years at the school, Margot has never set foot in detention. This gave her easy access for Slytherin taunting, because she was Such a "goody-goody". Though, she shut them up quick because she had something not a lot of people did. Metamorphmagus powers. They were excellent, and she loved using it. She got what she wanted a lot of the time, because she was able to make herself cry at will because of them. She didn't do that often, just when she really wanted something. Margot knew her parents knew she would use it for her own sake, but yet they never disagreed. Oh well, she shouldn't be complaining, right? As Margot began to walk through the corridors, she could now hear not her dorm mates snoring, but now the paintings. They were so annoying sometimes; but they were also very entertaining. In one painting, she saw that it was a painting of a mother and a baby. The baby had woken up, and was crying loudly. The paintings around it woke up as well, and was arguing loudly. Margot shook her head and chuckled to herself, and continued on. She was glad she was in Gryffindor, because she didn't have a long way to go to get to her destination in mind. At times Like this she would normally go to a secluded area and play the piano, but she didn't know any sound-proofing spells, and she didn't want to get caught. She was actually surprised she hadn't been caught yet. At last, Margot pushed open the doors to the towers, slowly, as they creaked. When Margot entered the staircase that lead to the rooftop, she had to stop and wait for her eyes to adjust to the Sudden, even darker, darkness. It was a small staircase that went up to the roof, but it was extremely dark. In the daytime you could at least have the Light coming in from the cracks in the door. But now, nothing. Finally, Margot's eyes were adjusted, and she walked up the stairs to the roof, and opened the door. Margot was immediately greeted with bright moonlight, as the moon was right over her head. The moon was so big and bright, Margot felt she could reach up and grab it. Sighing happily, Margot walked over to her usual spot and sat down, looking up at the sky. There were two people Margot couldn't get out of her head, which she thought contributed to her no sleeping. One was Clark Potter. He was so sweet and kind, and they've been friends for years. Margot could probably trust Clark with anything, and not fear him telling anyone. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was afraid she...loved him. Margot didn't want to love him, because she was almost positive he didn't feel that way about her, and she didn't want to get hurt. The other was Armand Malfoy. She thought that was more lust than anything. He was so handsome, Margot frequently found herself staring. But the only problem with that was, he was a Malfoy, and she was Sure he didn't know she existed. Even though they've been in the same classes since first year. She didn't understand it, actually. Margot wasn't that bad to look at, and she was a good person. That might be the problem. In fact, she was Sure it was. The Malfoys were so picky and strict. Margot was a Gryffindor, and on top of that, her family didn't have that much money. Sighing heavily, Margot promised herself she wouldn't cry. It was just so hard when the two people she cared a lot about didn't return her feelings. |
racquel skeeter - September 10, 2007 02:47 AM (GMT)
FINISHED.