Title: CREEVEY, harriet
harriet creevey - September 18, 2007 02:46 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ harriet gemma creevey]
[ harriet gemma creevey]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: emma
age: sixteen
contact: pm is fine.
experience: two to three years
how'd you find us? through a graphics request on red carpet & rebellion.
[ w h o are you?
full name: Harriet Gemma Creevey
explain the names: Harriet’s first name was not based upon it’s meaning, more on the fact that her grandmother - on her mother’s side - was named Harrietta.
Gemma; jewel -- a jewel is something that is unique, no matter what. You can never have the same shape, size or dazzle in two jewels. To say that Harriet is pretty unique would defiantly be a true statement.
nickname: None, really though she responds to ‘hey you’ ‘haz’ and ‘creevey’
age/year: fifteen. fifth year.
house: Gryffindor
any titles?: [might try for gryffindor prefect.]
[ show some skin!
eye color: gray-blue
hair color: sandy brown
skin tone: rather pale
celebrity portrayal:Amanda Seyfried
[ let me pick your brain!
likes: boys, food, drawing, her sister, her owl, her parents, friends, the idea of love, singing, rain, wind, reading, writing, charms, horses, England, France, running, winter, snow, nighttime, laughing.
dislikes: blood bias, boredom, cruelty, pureblood ideology, pain, death, feeling dumb, peer pressure, disappointment, shame, drugs, alcohol, parties, cheating, lying, hypocrites, too much attention, deep water, manipulation.
strengths: her studies, loyal, friendly, responsible, blending in, easy going, charms, reassuring, athletic, determined, ambitious, brave, trusting.
weaknesses: stubborn, attention, flirtatious, easily annoyed, chocolate, forgetful, over-protective, too careful, klutzy, trusting, easily manipulated.
quirks: harriet twirls her hair when she works, bites her lip when she is either holding something in, is nervous or is working, snarls when she is disgusted.
love potion: the smell of mum cooking cookies, that smell that boys seem to have no matter where, who or when it is, coffee, vanilla, the smell of her bedroom at home.
patronus: a red fox -- shy, but brave.
boggart: drowning.
dementor: “My worst memory is something that is undeniable, and defiantly not nice. Back when I was five or six mum took Rose and I to a muggle pool. I was intrigued, because I used to sit by the pond in the back yard and watch the fish swim for hours, and I wanted to do the same thing. I never stopped to think that we were any different, and couldn’t breathe under water. I went under the water, and didn’t come up. I rather forced myself to stay down, as I thought I was supposed to. I blacked out, and when I woke up I was on the side of the pool with my mum and sister over me. Ever since that day I’ve been afraid of deep water.”
personality: “My mum was sure that I was going to be sitting in yellow and black, on the Hufflepuff table instead of beside my sister in red and gold. Aren’t Gryffindors supposed to be brave, daring and crazy? Parts of that statement do not apply to me in slightest, though if you were going to describe a Hufflepuff one would say caring, loyal and trusting. That would be me, though the sorting hat said that my bravery shone right on through. No idea what he was talking about, really, but here we go. Why would my mum say Hufflepuff for me? She’d always said that I was way too trusting. But I never thought of it that way. Sure, I think that people deserve a chance until they prove they don’t deserve one. Mum says that in these times you shouldn’t give people a chance unless you know them, she knows them or they earn one. I know that she’s coming from a good place by saying that and wants me to be safe, but I sort of can’t change it. Though if you are an asshole to me, my friends or my family I’ll simply ignore you and will never speak to you. Period. I tend to stick with my friends through thick and thin if they prove themselves, I guess. I don’t really care how stupid they are, what stupid, dumb things they do, or how much trouble they get themselves in. It’s just a matter of if I needed them would they be there like I would be for them. I guess that’s what mum means by loyal.”
“Okay, enough of my Hufflepuff traits and on to that thing that the Sorting Hat said shone through. Really, I have no idea what he’s talking about. I’m not the girl who stands there shouting curses, hexes and things at the Slytherins. I’m not the girl who is flying around a Quidditch pitch being hit by bludgers and I’m certainly not the girl in the middle of the black lake swimming around. I’m just there if you need me, and ready to do what ever you need. I don’t really care if it means killing spiders, dealing with deadly plants in Herbology or having someone try and hex me off the face of the earth. I’ll try anything, really. To be honest I will stand up for what I believe in, even if it does require my wand or fists instead of simple reasoning because most of the things I believe in are important to me. Oh, if you haven’t figured it out yet I tend to be calm and quiet but then when I get mad, which doesn’t happen often, I get seriously peeved off and change a little.”
“Daddy says that I am the most unlikely Gryffindor ever, and I can’t really blame him for saying it. Granny Harrietta said I would be in Gryffindor because I was a Creevey-McDonald mix. She was proven wrong with Rosalie, but she said that one of us would have to be other wise we were surely adopted. I think she was joking. Daddy said that I was going to follow in Rose’s footsteps and be a Ravenclaw, mainly because I love to read. Now, its true that I love to read and write but homework can bore me at the best of times. I get it done, and I get it done well, but I don’t actually like doing it. That’s defiantly something that separates me from Ravenclaw. I like to read, and write -- not learn.”
“Even though I admit this, it is not something that I have gone out of my way to change. I am easily manipulated. I don’t really understand why I’m like that all I know, is that if it something small, and you wanted it you could get it out of me. I am defiantly not easy to get my opinions changed, or be tricked into bed or anything but want me to run around the lake for you a couple times I’ll do it. Even if it involved breaking the rules, curfew or something silly like that I’d do it. I don’t know why, but you know that little impulse where you want to fit in? Well I never really got that feeling of acceptance in my house. I don’t know why, seeing as I have quite a few friends, but I just didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t smoke like the other kids, or refused to drink. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t actually go far to stand out or get people’s attention. I don’t know what it was.”
“I seem to be that girl out of my friends who makes sure that my friends have their homework done, or if they need advice - realistic advice - they would come to me. Don’t ask me why but people trust me, I guess, and my friends’ well-being means a lot to me. Some people seem to get in enough trouble, and just need a push in the right direction on some things. I love to help people, and advice is what I do best. I’m never in the situation myself, most of the time, but I tend to just watch things unfold in front of me most of the time and can see where it’s going. It’s not like I’m a Seer or anything, but I can just tell. The only subjects you shouldn’t ask me about are how to stop being so much of a klutz, because I’m still trying to work out the kinks in that problem myself.”
“Okay, I think that’s enough about me, now. No secrets are passing these lips if that’s what you want. Secrets mine or otherwise, will not be given just by asking about me. Plus, I don’t know why you’re asking about me anyhow. I’m just that good, boring old Gryffindor.”
[ take a look back in time
parents: mother -- natalie [mcdonald] creevey
father -- dennis creevey
siblings: sister -- rosalie
history:
Congratulations, Mr and Mrs. Creevey! It’s a beautiful, healthy girl!
Cheers erupted around the new born baby on a chilly November day. Not only had the birth gone amazingly well, in the muggle hospital with magical parents, but a new born child weighing slightly over six pounds was beaming happily. Harriet Gemma Creevey, named after her Grandmother McDonald, was born November 18th at the crack of noon. Harriet’s mother held her, as her father holding the one year old Rosaline and both sets of paternal grandparents watched the little girl, overjoyed with the new addition to the Creevey family. She didn’t cry, but stuck with her mother and father like there was no tomorrow. She seemed to adore her loved ones, which her family was overjoyed about.
“We’re moving to London. Your father got offered an excellent job at the ministry. We’re moving next week.”
The three year old girl blinked up at her mother, expectantly. She’d been called away from her dolls for what, exactly? Being three years old Harriet had no idea what London was let alone why they had to move. She’d always been close to both her mother and father, so just nodded and shrugged her shoulders, running off to go play with ‘Agatha’ her doll. She didn’t know what the ministry was and really couldn’t care less as long as it didn’t pull her away from playing any more. She didn’t understand that she would soon be leaving everything she knew in her house behind, only to move to a house on the outskirts of a huge city.
“Hi! I’m Jessica!”
Harriet sat under the little girl’s gaze, unsure what to do. She looked around, looking for her mother, but when she could see neither of her parents she frowned. “Are you alright?” the girl who had just introduced herself as Jessica, asked. Harriet nodded, curtly, and replied, “Yep! Uh.. I’m… uh.. Harriet. Nice to meet you?” she spoke, nervously. Harriet had never really learned to socialize very well, but the girl who was talking to her seemed to make friends rather well, seeing as she was rather pleasant. The girl laughed, sat down and starting playing with the five year old Harriet. The two had been inseparable for years as little kids, and are still the best of friends during the summer months when they actually get to see each other for longer than two weeks. No matter when they are around each other, whether it be right after one of them was crying or a day out, they laugh and laugh. It tends to be about the stupidest thing but still, they enjoy it. Of course Jessica could never know the truth of Harriet’s schooling.
”I didn’t mean it! I promise, Daddy!”
The words escaped her lips faster than anything. Her father laughed, of course. The girl was eight before her first signs of magic appeared, and it came in the form of making a chair fly across the sitting room so when she fell, she fell onto it. The girl had been doing something stupid -- dancing around the room in her mother’s high heels and a dress that was about four inches too long. Her father was watching her, clearly amused, in his favorite armchair where he always sat. She was dancing to some random muggle song that was playing on the radio, and she tripped. She freaked out and with her scream came the chair her father was sitting in. She was propelled forward, face planting into the chair instead of the floor like she had expected. She looked around to see her father sitting on the floor laughing. She had no idea what had happened, but apologized for making her father fall regardless. Her father took the chance to explain what exactly magic was, and that it wasn’t a gift that everyone had received. “So that’s why you made me swear never to talk about it other than to you, mum, Nana, Papa, Granny and Grandpa?” she asked. He nodded, and the eight year old finally figured out where her father worked and what special talents she had.
”GRYFFINDOR!”
To say that Harriet was astonished about her house, was an understatement. She was defiantly expecting a Hufflepuff in herself, but then again she was rather brave. She was that little girl who would do anything as long as it was behind closed doors. She never felt the need for people to look at her. She rather hated it, but she was pretty brave at times. She skipped across the hall, just wanting to get to her table as fast as she could. She slid beside a person she knew nothing about and couldn’t care less. She decided the less people she talked to the less embarrassed she would get. She watched the sorting, silently, but as soon as the food arrived so did the conversation. She spoke with few, but befriended them all, befriending their friends also as it came. She was easily trusted.
“I guess I could play. Uh, sure,”
Those words tended to come from every question regarding a game. She had never learnt the word no when it came to her friends and that got her in some trouble while playing truth or dare. She had never been one to share her secrets, so dare was clearly the only option. She had never been the dating type, at all and when it came to kissing when she was fourteen years old she was clueless. She had only ever kissed three boys in her life, and that was on the cheek -- her grandfathers, and her dad. “I dare you to.. kiss him,” her friend spoke, pointing to a boy across the circle. “Uh.. what?” Harriet spoke. For the first time in her life, a glare took over her face and her friend knew she’d gone to far. It was something when Harriet snarled, but the glare never came. Had she been told to glare, or even attempted it she’d soon end up in laughter. Her friend dismissed it, giving her another dare, but Harriet left -- ran for it. She’d never let a dare hang before. She would always finish it, no matter what but this time was different. She ran for hours after that even if it was eight o’ clock at night. She ran for three hours, breaking curfew, and clearing her mind. It was the only time in her fourteen years when she had just thought about her life fore three hours straight. She appreciated how lucky she was, and how inexperienced she was. She needed to be cracked open, her shell just craving for some fun. Easier said than done.
“It’s okay. I can’t dance.”
Harriet was not afraid of boys. No she was not. She just rather watch them from afar seeing as she was afraid of losing it all, and then being broken. She had seen on television people crash and burn and even though she knew that it wasn’t reality she still didn’t want it to happen. She would pass up every offer she was given, and then the summer came. She was lonely, seeing as her sister wasn’t around as much and Jessica wasn’t around so much. Some of her friends were with their boyfriends. She set a mission in her mind. Before Hogwarts finished she would get a boyfriend, whether it killed her or not. She had liked a lot of people in her time at Hogwarts, it was just she would never take the risk. Now is her time.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: the lights ``go down
pets?: Harriet has a tiny elf owl named poppers & a German Shepard at home named Peppers.
anything else about your character we should know?: nope.
other: animals - nickelback. LOVE.
roleplay sample:as victoire weasley on crowned illusions.
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| Victoire was defiantly the type of girl who was most alive in the morning, but that was defiantly not the case this morning. She had hardly slept all night mainly because of her blistering headache, which had just finally vanished. For once the library had failed her, because of the noise level, or maybe it was just the fact that her migraine made everything a hundred times worse. Of course, she had thought of going out to the Hospital Wing, but she wasn’t in the mood to be fussed over. She had never liked it but put up with it until the next person came so that anybody, and everybody, could fuss over them. The only time she appreciated true attention was when she wanted it, and it wasn’t normal for her. The sun crept through the cracks in the trees, slowing starting to blind anyone who was looking over at the trees, like Victoire was. The later it got in the year, the later the sun started to rise and truth be told, Vicky loved it. Summer was not her favorite season, not at all, more like the other three. She loved the coolness of the spring and autumn and the snow of the winter. The young girl was sitting in the middle of a lawn, waiting silently, for the time her stomach rumbled to go eat something. Victoire wasn’t one to eat just for the sake of it, but there was really much else to do. The sun was casting a light shadow over Vicky’s figure; she rose from her spot finally bored to insanity and hungry. She ran up to the steps leading into the luscious Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her home for two more months. She pushed open one of the oak, heavy doors and walked into the Great Hall which was laden with silence. She didn’t expect anyone else to be up this early on a Saturday morning, but she knew the house elves would be serving food. Some may think that the food got soggy, but magic came through keeping the food warm and ready to eat like it had just been dragged out of the oven. Swinging her legs over the Hufflepuff bench, she peeled off her sweatshirt that she was wearing outside. Despite the sun, it was still cold. In her pajama bottoms and extremely revealing tank top, which she doubted anyone but her dorm mates had ever seen her in, she began to pile bacon, sausages and pancakes onto her plate and poured apple juice into her glass, not really in the mood for orange or pumpkin juice. |
ellielove - September 19, 2007 02:01 AM (GMT)
ACCEPTED
Amanda Seyfried is love. And a non=stereotypical Gryffindor! WHEEEEE! -personally does not like Gryffindor cause Hufflepuff has so much more potential- Anyway love the app!
Amanda Seyfried is love. And a non=stereotypical Gryffindor! WHEEEEE! -personally does not like Gryffindor cause Hufflepuff has so much more potential- Anyway love the app!