KROFF, Sophie Audrey

[SOPHIE AUDREY KROFF]

SOPHIE|AUDREY|KROFF

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Let me hear all the dreams you have inside.
I wanna make them all come true, and make you feel alive.

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRYING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Sophie Audrey Kroff.
Nickname: Sophie.
Age/Birthday: 18; August 3.
Gender: Female.
Orientation: She is heterosexual.
Blood Status: Half blood.
Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix.
Year/House: 7th year; Hufflepuff.
Wand: Willow, Unicorn Hair, 9 inches.

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: Blue.
Hair: Auburn.
Height: 5'4.
Weight: 120 pounds.
Distinguishing Features(if any):[/b] I do not have any distinguishing features.
Play-by: Brit Morgan.
Overall appearance: My hair used to be blonde, but my mum magically dyed it auburn when I was in my third year. Naturally, it took time to get used to the change, but I like my hair. My eyes are piercing blue, much thanks to my father. I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I really like them. Dad's aren't as piercing, but he says it's okay, and he's glad that I have them. I am slim and slender, though I was not always like this. In fact, it wasn't until the summer before I started Hogwarts that I decided to slim down and get fit. I would lift my mother's old weights, which are something Muggles use for exercise, and did three other forms of exercise two times a day: one in the morning, and one in the evening. Naturally, I had to stop this once I went to Hogwarts, but playing Quidditch is an excellent form of exercise.[/size]

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: It's unrealistic, but I really want a hippogriff. I had read about them in Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them when I was in my fourth year and, since then, have wanted one.
Patronus: My happiest memory would have to be when I received my Muggle license. My Patronus takes the form of a cougar.
Boggart: Mountain trolls.
Dementor: When my grandmother passed away on Christmas of 1987.
Amortentia:
Cherry blossoms ; I know it's kind of cliche, but they are so enchanting. They are also very pretty.
Cinnamon ; It reminds me of my favorite time of year, the holidays.
Holly ; Even though it reminds me of the holidays as well, the smell is just indescribable.

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes:
- Driving; a form of transportation that Muggles use. It's very fun, and I love it.
- Spending time with friends; though not so much that it gets in the way of my studies)
- Listening to music; an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color that Muggles use.
- Accents from different countries; specifically, Swedish and Danish.
- Receiving mail; there's just something existentially romantic about parcels and letters.
- Traveling; I really want to visit America once I graduate from Hogwarts. - Butterbeer; this is definitely self-explanatory.
- Quidditch; as brutal and rough as it is, it's very fun.
Dislikes:
- Voldemort; that's a no brainer.
- The Death Eaters; they are just so cruel.
- Death itself; it is very unpredictable.
- Divination; I'm not one to 'broaden my mind' and 'look beyond'. I don't believe in that superficial superstitious nonsense.
- Holes in socks; random, I know, but they make me squirm.
- Having someone else control my life; there is nothing I hate more than somebody making decisions for me.
- Mountain trolls; I was in my second year when a mountain troll was let into Hogwarts. Since then, I have had a fear of them.
Strengths:
- Imagination; As much as I love Hogwarts, I love escaping reality. I've had this trait since I was thirteen and, since then, have been unable to replace it or abandon, for lack of better word, it.
- Ability to prioritize; I can decide what homework assignment I want to start on, what I will do next, etc.
- Good interpersonal skills; as I said before, I try to get along with everyone.
Weaknesses
- Dreamer; I can be unrealistic at times.
- Over-friendly; this is self-explanatory. I'm way too over-friendly for my own good.
- Good music; it's honestly one of the best things about being half-blood, as terrible as that sounds.
Overall Personality: I am extremely loyal, there is no doubt about that. As romantic as this sounds, I offer a willing ear and open arms to anybody that needs it, even if we had rough times in the past. I guess you could say I'm compassionate. I'm also very friendly, as well as outgoing. I try to find the good in everyone, even the Slytherins, but to a certain extent. I'm a very simple girl, and I try to get along with everyone. Through all this, I'm very hardworking, but do not classify myself as a bookworm.

Like most people, I do get angry and moody. I'm a teenager, it has to be expected. However, I try not to bring everybody around me down when I'm in such a mood, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's one of my many flaws. In saying that, I am far from perfect. But who is? Anyway, I am not only loyal towards humans, but also to my lovely Rally, a Barn Owl. Next to my parents and friends, he is the only living being I know I can trust. After all, he bears the responsibility of bringing me parcels and letters from home, as well as from The Daily Prophet.

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family: Father; David, a wizard. Mother; Marietta, a muggle. Siblings; none.
Pets: A Barn Owl named Rally.
Residence: London, England.
History: I was born a few blocks away from King's Cross, in a Muggle neighborhood. My mother had decided to give birth to me at home, with a midwife right by her side. She said it was very hard, but worth it. She and my father had met on the subway, a weird place to meet since there are different characters down there. Nonetheless, they met again in a cafe a few days later and hit it off. It was after they got married that he told her he was a wizard. Naturally, he expected her to walk out on him saying that he was crazy, but she didn't. She was very accepting and hoped their child, me, would be a witch.

I came along in 1978, with my father's eyes and my grandmother's hair. They were unsure of whether I was a witch or not until I was nine. I had been sitting at the kitchen table a few days after my grandmother, my mother's mother, had 'passed away' from a heart attack. She and I had been quite close and I was sitting at the kitchen counter, both angry and sad. Out of nowhere, a pot on the stove, which my mother had been using to cook spaghetti, burst into flames. My father ignited it by waving what looked like a stick, and I braced myself for a lecture. However, he was grinning, and called my mother into the kitchen. For the first time, he explained he was a wizard and that the 'stick' was actually his wand, which he used to do spells, charms, and the like. He said in two years time, on my eleventh birthday, I would receive an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, where he attended.

Since they knew I was a witch, my parents took me out of the school I had been going to, which was just fine by me. I was a plump girl then, and did not have many friends because of this. The summer I would turn eleven, I decided to get fit and shed my old skin, since I was going to a new place and everything. I spent the majority of that summer outdoors and being very proactive. Finally, on my birthday, my Hogwarts letter arrived by owl, and I could not be more excited. I went with my father to Diagon Alley that same day to pick up my supplies and books, as well as my pet. As a belated birthday present slash 'Congratulations' gift, my father gave me a handsome Barn Owl, who I named Rally. I spent most of my time with him so we would get acquainted before we went to Hogwarys together.

Finally, September 1st rolled around, and I was off to Hogwarts. Naturally, since I was a mere eleven year old, I was a whirlwind of emotions: scared, excited, happy, and the list went on. After arriving at the school by boat, I was sorted into Hufflepuff by the Sorting Hat.

The first two years at Hogwarts went by smoothly, but in my second year Harry Potter started school. Evidently, this was a huge thing as I had heard a lot about him and his very famous story. Unfortunately, I was unable to get to know him and be his friend, but I guess that could happen in due time.

On another note, I enjoy being a Hufflepuff and made very good friends, who were, or still are, both in Hufflepuff with me and the other Houses. I became one of the beaters for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team in my third year, and quite enjoy the sport. Originally, I had decided to be a spectator, but the whole idea of flying around on a broomstick, of all things, became very intriguing and I began training the summer before I started my third year. The beater position stuck out most to me, so I practiced flying around with a miniature baseball bat in my hand, and tried to hit a baseball my dad had enchanted. It took time but, eventually, I got it down.

I'm looking forward to starting my seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts. I also can't wait to see what it has in store. Given the events that have happened in the past, from Sirius Black escaping Azkaban in my fourth year to Umbridge becoming the Hogwarts High Inquisitor in my sixth, I know it's bound to be interesting.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Roleplay Experience: Six years.
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Code Phrase: ADMIN EDIT
Roleplay Sample:

Sythe waited on the first floor for one of the many moving staircases. The first day had just started and she was on the way to breakfast. A seventh year, she knew she would get laden with homework before the day was even half over. However, she wasn't worried, as she had both her free periods and evenings in the common room to work.

She drummed her fingers against her thigh as she waited before looking up at the staircases above her. Finally, one appeared in front of her and she walked down the steps briskly to the Entrance Hall. Standing a few inches away from the door to the Great Hall, Sythe stopped, reached up, and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Once this was done, she began walking again.

Settling herself at the Hufflepuff table, she dropped her bag in front of the bench and sat down. She smiled politely at a few girls, who smiled back, and, just as she was about to tuck in, the post owls flew into the window of the Hall. Automatically, she looked up to search for her owl, Archer, but he was nowhere in sight. She knew he was probably at the Owlery and, thus, wasn't worried at all. However, she was momentarily caught off guard when a handsome looking owl flew down and stopped in front of her, clutching The Daily Prophet in its talons. Smiling, Sythe reached down, pulled a stray knut out of her bag, and pushed it into the pouch attached to one of the owl's legs and took the paper.

Not bothering to wait for him to fly off, though she had heard him ruffle his feathers, Sythe placed the paper on the table before filling her plate with toast and marmalade. She then reached over and poured coffee into her mug. Spreading the fruit preserve, Sythe began to read the first page.

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