Post by Blair McKenna on Mar 6, 2011 4:56:15 GMT -5
BLAIR|ABIGAIL|MCKENNA
[/b][/center][/font][/size]Just don't fall
recklessly, headlessly in love with me
Cause its gonna be all heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
recklessly, headlessly in love with me
Cause its gonna be all heartbreak
blissfully painful and insanity
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRYING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Blair Abigail McKenna
Nickname: B. Abby.
Age/Birthday: 16 | March 23, 1980
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Half
Affiliation: Neutral
Year/House: 6th | Hufflepuff
Wand: 9 1/2 inches, Cherry, Dragon Heartstring
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: hazelnut
Hair: dark brown | occasionally black in appearance
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 115 pounds
Distinguishing Features(if any):[/b] n/a
Play-by: Shay Mitchell
Overall appearance: Appearing slightly older for her age Blair is considered extremely pretty with piercing brown eyes and long, wavy and silky locks of hair. She thing face with a pointed chin and a sweet smile. She always takes great care in her appearance in order to deal with her insecurities. Blair has a fairly pale complexion with a hint of a tan every summer when she spends all her time out in the sun playing quidditch. Standing at about 5'5". She has long lean legs and natural curves that make her look healthy and womanly. From years of playing basketball as a child, and then quidditch upon her arrival at Hogwarts Blair has acquired a particularly toned body. Her arms are easily her best feature; feminine in appearance yet toned and strong giving her immense upper body strength. Blair has a very simple but cute look. Without her robes she is usually seen sporting a very cute skirt with a solid coloured top and a trusty pair of sneakers.[/size]
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Love and Family. When Blair looks in the mirror she sees herself with her mother and father reunited behind her.
Patronus: Blair's patronus is a wolf. The best memory she has is sharing her skills on a broom with her father. After her first year at Hogwarts, Blair's father bought Blair her first broom, a nimbus 1500. Whenever she tires to conjure her patronus she thinks of her father's proud smiling face as he first watched her fly off the ground.
Boggart: Blair's greatest fear is death. She believes she has so much to live for and so much to accomplish in her life that she fears it all being taken away from her. When faced with a boggart Blair sees her own gravestone.
Dementor: Blair's worst memory is of when she was five and hit by a car. Given the speed of the car and her small size, if she was just a normal person Blair should have died. If ever near a dementor, Blair can hear the screeching of tires and the screams of her father. She can almost smell the burning of the rubber tires against the pavement and feel the pit of fear in her stomach as she braces herself for a death that never came.
Amortentia:The smell of warm rain makes her feel safe, calm and comfortable. The smell of fresh strawberries attracts her because she once went strawberry picking with her childhood crush. Blair is also attracted to the smell of wood as it always reminds her of broomsticks and her love of flying.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
+ Muggle Sweets
+ Quidditch
+ Charms
+ Potions
+ The colour purple
+ Full moons
+ Classical piano
+ Muggle action movies
+ Warm rain
+ Rodents
Dislikes:
– Onions
– History of Magic
– Essays
– Insecurity
– Helplessness
– Flowers
– Jewelry
– Tomatoes
– Losing
– Crying
Strengths: Independent, Loyal, Hardworking
Weaknesses Defensive, Closed-minded, Insensitive
Overall Personality: Raised in a single parent house-hold Blair is immensely loyal and believes strongly in family-ties. Raised only by her father the best words used to describe her would be tough and strong. Although sweet natured, cute and harmless in appearance Blair's personality is far from any of those traits. She is often seen as snappy and sarcastic, making it difficult for her to acquire and keep any close friends. She never puts on a fake smile or pretends to feel anything other than what she actually feels. Blair is unbearably blunt and honest; she hardly ever lies, not even to spare a person's feelings. The only time she would lie would be to keep herself and the people she loves out of harms way. Unfortunately for her, she has no intention of ever being mean to anyone, and is unaware of when she does it. Blair is unable to grasp the concept of sensitivity, never being taught it, and often insults people unintentionally. Though she would never openly admit it, her inability to keep friends hurts her more than she'd like and consequently causes her to be more angry and sarcastic. Blair is highly pessimistic and cynical, and refuses to see the best in people when they refuse to see the best in her.
A huge downside in her personality is that Blair is very defensive, and single-minded; often to the point of recklessness. She rarely thinks of consequences and acts in the moment. She is easily goaded and often responsive to personal attacks and insults. Growing up she's had her share of duels and before discovering she was a witch, Blair would often engage others in fist fights. Her temper is very volatile and it would be in one's best interest to steer clear of her path when she's angry. Blair is very headstrong and is always up for a good argument. She never backs down from a fight and has a hard time admitting she's wrong.
She loves fighting people in positions of powers, breaking rules and flaunting her beauty in a subtle way. She is aware of her beauty and intelligence but she is far from conceited. Slightly promiscuous, Blair has a habit of using and then tossing boys. Unable to commit to any long term relationship in fear of being abandoned, she is often mistaken as "easy" although she is far from it. Blair gets involve with guys physically and she enjoys their company, but she will never emotionally attach herself to one.
Believed to be abandoned by her mother at a young age, Blair only had her father to rely on. Unable to connect emotionally with her, he raised her to be tough and independent. He made it so she would never need anyone in her life should anything happen to him. He also never wanted her to feel the pain of getting close to someone only to lose them like she did her mother. Blair dislikes asking for help and believes that everyone should be able to fend for themselves. She is by no means a defender of the weak. What her father and biology had taught her at an early age was that life is based on natural selection; survival of the fittest. She works extremely hard to keep herself physically fit and mentally stimulated, and her grades are kept above average in order to ensure a stable career in life.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Father - Charles McKenna || Mother - Jennifer McKenna (nee De La Cruz)
Pets: Pet dog named Hamlet
Residence: Dundee, Scotland
History: Blair's mother, Jennifer De La Cruz was born to a respectable and well-known pure-blood family in Quezon City, Philippines.. She was rebellious and disliked being told how to act and how to dress. She was very adventurous and hated feeling trapped. She rarely stayed committed to relationships and hated the future her parents had set for her. Upon her completion of her magical education, she cut off all ties with her family and moved out on her own to a little muggle neighbourhood in Dundee. Scotland There she met a handsome young man named Charles McKenna. Jennier lied about her identity and introduced herself to him as Jennifer Alfonso; she had no intention of staying with him for long. However, his persuasive nature and promises of love and happiness won her over and she found herself growing rapidly in love with him. She kept her magical history a secret from him, afraid that he may not accept her and instead claimed that her entire family was dead. They were married within a year of meeting and after a year of marriage their baby daughter Blair Abigal Mckenna was born.
By Blair's first birthday Jennifer was starting to feel restless and bored. She grew tired of their marriage and of having to hide her magical abilities so she began numerous affairs with men from nearby wizarding communities. She showed no interest in her husband and even less interest in their daughter. Jennifer missed many important and crucial moments in Blair's life like her first step and her first words. Still blindly in love with her, Charles did everything he could to try and keep Jennifer. This only irritated her more and just days before Blair's second birthday Jennifer had packed all her belongings and moved away, leaving nothing more than divorce papers on the kitchen table.
Around the age of five Blair began showing signs of magical ability. Initially Charles waved it off as coincidences; things breaking when she was angry, or he simply thought teacher would exaggerate whenever they told tales of things floating around her. However, her magic became hard to ignore, especially on days where it was particularly strong. Her teachers labelled Blair a troublesome child, making life very difficult for her and her father. With no mother around to raise her, Blair was often shunned by many of the girls in her class. However, due to her ability to cause destruction without actually touching anything, it was difficult for anyone to place blame on her without any proof. This attracted a small group of boys who liked to cause trouble. They accepted her into their group and formed close friendships with her. They defended her (not that she needed much defending) when people picked on her and they were considered her best friends.
Just after her 7th birthday something happened that made it impossible for Charles to ignore his daughter's peculiar circumstances. For her birthday he had bought her a dog whom she had promptly named Hamlet. One day Blair was leaving her yard to him for a walk when Hamlet escaped from his leash and ran out onto the road. Without thinking she chased after him which resulted in her being struck by a car. Charles had stepped outside just in time to see his daughter's tiny body fly up into the air and crash hard into the pavement. Positive that she was dead he cried out and ran towards her only to find her, sitting straight up and rubbing her head; not a bruise or scratch in sight. She immediately stood up and stared curiously at her father's pale face. Despite her insisting that she was fine, Charles rushed her to the hospital only to be told the exact same things she had said; she was perfectly unharmed.
Bewildered, and to be honest a little scared of his daughter, Charles began his search of Jennifer, in hopes of forcing an explanation from her. He hired people to search all of Scotland and the Philippines but nobody was able to find anyone by the name of Jennifer Alfonso or McKenna. Eventually he gave up his search and tried to live normally, his only goal in life to raise Blair right. Months before Blair's 11th birthday, Blair and her father had just returned from the grocery store when they found an owl sitting on the windowsill. Attached to it's leg was an envelope addressed to Charles. Inside the envelope was a 6 page letter from Blair's mother with a full confession of who she was, and consequently who Blair was as well; a witch. She explained that Blair would be invited to a school called Hogwarts and that her invitation would come by owl, just as her letter had. The rest of the letter detailed what they needed to do to prepare Blair for her education; how to get to Diagon Alley, where to get her wand and all the needed school supplies, and how to get onto the platform 9 3/4. At the end of the letter Jennifer stated that she felt obligated to prepare them for the huge change in Blair's life and with that she had done her motherly duty. She then asked to never be contacted by Charles again.
As promised, Blair received her letter on her 11th birthday and together her and her father explored an entirely new world. He bought her everything and more that a first-year student would need, anxious about their 10 month of separation. He knew he had raised her to be strong and independent but she was all he had left in the world. Initially, Blair had her qualms about attending a new school and leaving behind the group of boys she had bound herself to in Primary 1. After 6 years together, they were the best of friends; but the idea of a brand new world filled with magic and new learning opportunities excited Blair immensely.
September 1st came around and Blair found herself bidding her father farewell at the platform. She sat with a group of fellow excited first years, all eager to be on their way to Hogwarts. Some, like herself, had no previous knowledge of the school growing up and shared in her amazement when other children explained the magical world to them. When they finally arrived and had been sorted, Blair tried her hardest to make friends. Unfortunately, being herself and making friends didn't really correlate well with each other. After their first few weeks at Hogwarts she found herself being left out by her classmates and felt that they were purposely avoiding her. Missing her friends back home and feeling more lonely than she would ever admit Blair spent almost all her time studying, sending letters back home to her father and her childhood friends and involving herself heavily in quidditch.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Christine, often known as Tin
**Hii. I hope this is okay. I'm applying with a character who is kind of a combination of two different characters I RP on two other sites. I just felt like this needed to be stated in case there was any issue of plagiarism. I can verify all my e-mails & account info on the other sites to prove that they're my characters !
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Roleplay Experience: 6 years
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Roleplay Sample:
Blair sat stiffly in her seat, eyes focused forward on her hands as they idly played with the empty glass in her hand. She had just consumed her second glass of butterbeer and contemplated getting a third; that is until she remembered the last time she drank three full glasses of butterbeer before quidditch practice. She was due back on the pitch in just under two hours and she wanted to curse her captain off her broom for scheduling practice on a Hogsmeade weekend. Despite the fact that she usually visited the town alone, she always looked forward to her tiny escape from the confines of the castle. Being scheduled every hour of the day between charms club, quidditch practice, homework and extra research was beginning to take it's toll on Blair. Her trips to Hogsmeade became the only peace she could find to think about anything and everything not related to Hogwarts.
Not that she was particularly fond of thinking either. More time she got to herself meant more time to dwell on her past and how much she missed her old muggle life. Sure having magic was cool and everything, and she honestly would not trade quidditch for anything in the world; but other than that she had no strong emotional connection to the wizarding world. Times were getting darker, she could feel the tension in the air and yet she couldn't find it in her heart to sympathize with any of it. She was fully aware of the blood and house prejudices, and in her personal opinion it was all just a waste of bloody time. Blair never particularly liked pureblood fascists, but she stayed out of their way so they stayed out of hers. She didn't believe in their discrimination based on blood type and family history, but she couldn't deny her discriminatory nature either. Blair believed in survival of the fittest; she questioned why people who were useless to society were allowed to exist.
Just like all her other Hogsmeade visits Blair sat at the same table in the Three Broomsticks, her brain filled with thoughts of her father and old friends. She kept in constant contact with her father, but being secretive about her magic from her best friends caused a rift in their relationship.They knew everything about her, and it killed Blair to have to hide something this big about her life from them. Blair fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling awkward and unusually alone as she felt gazes of the other pub occupants around her. Were they pitying her for being alone at Hogsmeade? Did they think she was being stood up? Their gazes made her uneasy and she just wished they would leave her be.
Sitting alone with an empty glass seemed unacceptable to Blair, especially since her seat could be occupied by paying customers. So Blair raised her hand and waved it in the air, signaling for a server. She wanted that third butterbeer so badly she was willing to deal with the consequences of it later. "I'll have another one please," she said stiffly, not even bothering to look up at the server. She wasn't feeling particularly friendly - although she never really felt friendly - ever. However the shadow hovering over her petite body failed to disappear. With a sigh Blair turned her head to the right and craned her neck up, ready to unleash her frustration on the deaf imbecile. She thought she had made her order very clear. Much to Blair's surprise, her eyes met not with the server who had helped her before. Her frustration grew even more as she spotted the server clearly busy from the corner of her eye; so much for that blasted butter beer. "Can I help you?" Blair asked bluntly, eyes non-blinking as she gazed right into the eyes of her intruder with a harsh glare.
Not that she was particularly fond of thinking either. More time she got to herself meant more time to dwell on her past and how much she missed her old muggle life. Sure having magic was cool and everything, and she honestly would not trade quidditch for anything in the world; but other than that she had no strong emotional connection to the wizarding world. Times were getting darker, she could feel the tension in the air and yet she couldn't find it in her heart to sympathize with any of it. She was fully aware of the blood and house prejudices, and in her personal opinion it was all just a waste of bloody time. Blair never particularly liked pureblood fascists, but she stayed out of their way so they stayed out of hers. She didn't believe in their discrimination based on blood type and family history, but she couldn't deny her discriminatory nature either. Blair believed in survival of the fittest; she questioned why people who were useless to society were allowed to exist.
Just like all her other Hogsmeade visits Blair sat at the same table in the Three Broomsticks, her brain filled with thoughts of her father and old friends. She kept in constant contact with her father, but being secretive about her magic from her best friends caused a rift in their relationship.They knew everything about her, and it killed Blair to have to hide something this big about her life from them. Blair fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling awkward and unusually alone as she felt gazes of the other pub occupants around her. Were they pitying her for being alone at Hogsmeade? Did they think she was being stood up? Their gazes made her uneasy and she just wished they would leave her be.
Sitting alone with an empty glass seemed unacceptable to Blair, especially since her seat could be occupied by paying customers. So Blair raised her hand and waved it in the air, signaling for a server. She wanted that third butterbeer so badly she was willing to deal with the consequences of it later. "I'll have another one please," she said stiffly, not even bothering to look up at the server. She wasn't feeling particularly friendly - although she never really felt friendly - ever. However the shadow hovering over her petite body failed to disappear. With a sigh Blair turned her head to the right and craned her neck up, ready to unleash her frustration on the deaf imbecile. She thought she had made her order very clear. Much to Blair's surprise, her eyes met not with the server who had helped her before. Her frustration grew even more as she spotted the server clearly busy from the corner of her eye; so much for that blasted butter beer. "Can I help you?" Blair asked bluntly, eyes non-blinking as she gazed right into the eyes of her intruder with a harsh glare.
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