Post by octavia on Oct 14, 2008 6:07:52 GMT -5
Referred By: Caitlin Collins
Name:Octavia Valora Green.
Age:Seventeen.
Sex:Female.
Nationality: British.
Speech: English.
Blood: Pureblood.
Father: Purseus Enoch Green.
Mother: Valora Jane (Stubbs) Green.
Siblings: None.
Other Family: None known.
Family Interactions: The ties between Octavia and her parents are quite loose. She lives with them, and they tolerate her in turn, but during the summer holidays, now that she is her own independent self, they do not see each other so often. When she was younger, she was devoted to her mother, but as she grew older, and her ex Death Eater parents turned to the new idea of the Dark Phoenix, they decided it was only fair that they groomed their daughter to follow the Mage. After all, it would take someone truly great to fill the hole left by the demise of the Dark Lord. He was a truly great wizard himself, no ordinary person that would chose to dabble in the dark arts could fulfil their need.
At thirteen, as a mark that they were still faithful to the memory of the fallen lord Voldemort, they cornered her, and against her will tried to cast a Dark Mark onto her arm. Only their plan failed, and she was left with a rather nasty-looking burn across her forearm. It was at this point she pretty much severed all of the family ties that bound them together. She thought for herself, and always had done. Though her family may have put this down to a childish testing of her boundaries, a mere teenage rebellion, or even stupidity, they couldn’t escape the fact that Octavia thought differently than they did. She wouldn’t dream of hurting them, or stand by and watch someone else do it. She would just rather they left her alone.
Height: Five feet and seven inches.
Weight: Nine and a half stone.
Hair: Blonde in colour, around shoulder-length and staggered cut, presenting a fringe only if she brushes it that way.
Eyes: Chestnut brown
Skin Colour: Caucasian.
Clothing style: Somewhere between rock and roll and casual. More towards the casual than anything.
Accessories: Always wears a plain gold necklace and a silver ring on the middle finger of her right hand.
Other: She has no scars or tattoos of any relevance beyond the round burn on her left forearm, about the size of a fifty pence piece.
Paragraph Format:Octavia is not noticeably taller than anyone else. She’s beautiful, there’s no denying it, but she’s not so stunning as to glow from the centre of a crowded room like a Veela or something equally mystical. Her hair is the colour of blanched straw, laced here and there with darker intonations. Natural, mostly, although a few sections have been enhanced using charms. Her eyes are a deep chestnut brown in colour, inquisitive and usually lined with a dark kohl pencil, and liberal amounts of mascara make her already prominent lashes stand out ever further. She doesn’t usually wear extravagant amounts of makeup anywhere but her eyes, and she only enhances her eyes because she believes they look ‘piggy’ without any hint of colour on her skin, which is pale enough anyway. She doesn’t tend to tan in the sun, but usually burns.
Octavia doesn’t really have an outlandish sense of style. She prefers the jeans and t-shirt look to anything else. She has several pairs of wide-legged jeans that she basically lives in, and she has a veritable collection of hooded jackets, in most of the darker colours of the spectrum. She wears mostly wide-necked t-shirts or camisole-style tops in brighter colours than the jacket over the top. Her favourite colour being teal green, she wears a lot of it, especially around the aquamarine and more vibrant end of the scale. However, when she is required to dress smartly and present herself well, she usually wears something slender in black, red or darkest green. She doesn’t go for the brighter, less common colours for formalwear.
Personality: Ever since she was little Octavia has been known to have a good deal of lip. She won’t let any argument go without having the final say, and she will work very hard to get one over on someone who puts her down. She can be spiteful, speaking before she thinks on many occasions to both companions and enemies. This usually results in quite a few arguments and she ends up having to apologise more often than not. It’s an occupational hazard of being outspoken. If she has an opinion she will voice it, whether it’s desired or not. However, if something is serious or could result in serious trouble or upset, she knows when to hold her tongue. She can also identify if she’s gone too far, and is not too proud as to resist giving an apology.
Saying that, most of the time she is quite an amiable person. She has a very infectious laugh, and at times can come out with some quite sharp and witty comments. She is devoted to her closest friends, and desires nothing more than to keep them happy, and hates it if she ever falls out with them. It is usually her fault in those situations. She is fiercely loyal to people who show respect, and has a great deal of respect herself for people with power and ability. She knows her friends sometimes more than she knows herself, and is always there for them. Anyone else doesn’t matter. She will let other people take the fall for mistakes she and her companions have made if it means that they do not end up in trouble over it.
She can have very quick mood swings, if the conversation changes onto a touchy subject like her home life. She prefers to concentrate on her life at Hogwarts rather than any matters with dark witches and wizards, and wants to blank out anything that is beyond the trivial matters of a normal day. She is quite bright, despite her family’s insistence, and shows good promise in subjects such as defence against the dark arts and charms. Anything that requires quick wand-work and instinctive thought. She has never been any good at the more practical subjects, such as potions or herbology, seeing as she usually causes more accidents than someone under a jelly-legs curse. The only real practical ability she has is that she can fly pretty well. Other than that, she stays away from physical subjects, and just concentrates on her wand-work, especially non-verbal spells.
Her patronus tells a lot about her. It is a bull calf; a skittish and nervous creature that is underdeveloped and naïve. Much like Octavia is deep inside. She harbours a very insecure inner soul, having no support from her home life she is left to live independently in the increasingly dangerous world, in which she still does not know her place. Though she may portray a rather venomous exterior at times, inside she is scared, and still feels like a child.
History: Octavia Valora Green was born at home on the twelfth of May 2001 at her family’s country home in Wiltshire. She was raised away from the prying eyes of any muggle in the neighbouring village. Her reclusive parents were still eluding the general buzz of wizarding life, since their loyalties to the Dark Lord were still yet to be exposed. Therefore, Octavia never left the confines of the lawns and many rooms of the inherited, rather large (if not dilapidated) Green Estate. Her parents being rather disorganised individuals, living in the house of a rich family on the currency of an average paycheck meant that a lot of the house was simply neglected and unfulfilled.
This gave Octavia a good deal to explore in her younger years. She would spend a lot of time seeking out new rooms, uncovering dusty furniture and finding things to play with, usually disenchanted dark objects that had been concealed over the years thanks to the dust. In all honesty it was a bit risky, like letting her play in Borgin and Burkes unwatched. However Valora Green was never a responsible human, let alone a responsible mother, and so the strange objects that littered the upper floors of their house fell into the unwitting hands of her seven year-old daughter. Octavia was lucky to get away with the occasional sting, or repellent charm.
As she got older, Octavia’s magical ability started to flourish. She had a habit of sitting outside and engorging woodlice until they popped like balloons. It wasn’t the most fulfilling past time for a nine year-old, but it was something she could enjoy under the watchful eye of her proud parents without straying into the muggle world, concealed not so far away beyond the trees at the bottom of the garden. The only time the Green family decided that they should probably put a stop to Octavia’s escapades was when she started trying to engorge the cat, and if she had carried on the poor silver tabby would probably have met a similar sticky end to hundreds of unsuspecting arthropods.
Her first few years at Hogwarts were relatively mundane. She spent her time forming her first friendships, and established a true distaste for anything remotely related to a History of Magic or anything to do with magical botany. She would much rather be transfiguring something, or blasting someone backwards or making something fly of its own accord. Her first-year flying lessons went quite well, uncovering her pretty accurate hand-eye co-ordination and her well-established sense of balance. She maybe wasn’t as quick as some, but at least she was a good deal better than those that simply wavered a few feet from the ground, looking confused.
It was in the summer holiday between her second and third years that things would go wrong. Her parents had decided that the turn of teenage years meant that she now had to hold their beliefs instead of her own. Octavia was, of course, reluctant to follow the teachings of a dark wizard who had in fact died before she was even born. She was too young to want to tie herself down to any particular thought, or way of life, and the rather frightening prospect of having something burnt into her arm meant she fought her parents. They did not succeed in casting a Dark Mark on their daughter, but left her with a sizeable curse scar that would last her entire life.
Her perception of the world took a serious downturn. She lost trust and faith in a good many people whom she had previously looked up to, and began to descend into a rather dark and deceitful spiral. Her parents were now taking an ever-increased interest in a new force that was rising among the dark arts. Octavia’s life at home was dry and neglected, and she no longer ventured downstairs in the waking hours, but lived a solitary life in her bedroom. She would eat under the cover of darkness, sneaking into the larder to consume what she could without having to associate with her tyrannous parents. Life at school was her only outlet. A chance to leave behind the concept of light versus dark and wallow in pathetic troubles like relationships, homework and Quidditch matches. And this is where she feels safest, in the halls of Hogwarts school, away from anyone who may force upon her an unwanted system of belief. She was yet to decide what she wanted in life, and she will get there one day.
For now, she just wants to be her own person.
Codeword: ADMIN E D I T
Name:Octavia Valora Green.
Age:Seventeen.
Sex:Female.
Nationality: British.
Speech: English.
Blood: Pureblood.
Father: Purseus Enoch Green.
Mother: Valora Jane (Stubbs) Green.
Siblings: None.
Other Family: None known.
Family Interactions: The ties between Octavia and her parents are quite loose. She lives with them, and they tolerate her in turn, but during the summer holidays, now that she is her own independent self, they do not see each other so often. When she was younger, she was devoted to her mother, but as she grew older, and her ex Death Eater parents turned to the new idea of the Dark Phoenix, they decided it was only fair that they groomed their daughter to follow the Mage. After all, it would take someone truly great to fill the hole left by the demise of the Dark Lord. He was a truly great wizard himself, no ordinary person that would chose to dabble in the dark arts could fulfil their need.
At thirteen, as a mark that they were still faithful to the memory of the fallen lord Voldemort, they cornered her, and against her will tried to cast a Dark Mark onto her arm. Only their plan failed, and she was left with a rather nasty-looking burn across her forearm. It was at this point she pretty much severed all of the family ties that bound them together. She thought for herself, and always had done. Though her family may have put this down to a childish testing of her boundaries, a mere teenage rebellion, or even stupidity, they couldn’t escape the fact that Octavia thought differently than they did. She wouldn’t dream of hurting them, or stand by and watch someone else do it. She would just rather they left her alone.
Height: Five feet and seven inches.
Weight: Nine and a half stone.
Hair: Blonde in colour, around shoulder-length and staggered cut, presenting a fringe only if she brushes it that way.
Eyes: Chestnut brown
Skin Colour: Caucasian.
Clothing style: Somewhere between rock and roll and casual. More towards the casual than anything.
Accessories: Always wears a plain gold necklace and a silver ring on the middle finger of her right hand.
Other: She has no scars or tattoos of any relevance beyond the round burn on her left forearm, about the size of a fifty pence piece.
Paragraph Format:Octavia is not noticeably taller than anyone else. She’s beautiful, there’s no denying it, but she’s not so stunning as to glow from the centre of a crowded room like a Veela or something equally mystical. Her hair is the colour of blanched straw, laced here and there with darker intonations. Natural, mostly, although a few sections have been enhanced using charms. Her eyes are a deep chestnut brown in colour, inquisitive and usually lined with a dark kohl pencil, and liberal amounts of mascara make her already prominent lashes stand out ever further. She doesn’t usually wear extravagant amounts of makeup anywhere but her eyes, and she only enhances her eyes because she believes they look ‘piggy’ without any hint of colour on her skin, which is pale enough anyway. She doesn’t tend to tan in the sun, but usually burns.
Octavia doesn’t really have an outlandish sense of style. She prefers the jeans and t-shirt look to anything else. She has several pairs of wide-legged jeans that she basically lives in, and she has a veritable collection of hooded jackets, in most of the darker colours of the spectrum. She wears mostly wide-necked t-shirts or camisole-style tops in brighter colours than the jacket over the top. Her favourite colour being teal green, she wears a lot of it, especially around the aquamarine and more vibrant end of the scale. However, when she is required to dress smartly and present herself well, she usually wears something slender in black, red or darkest green. She doesn’t go for the brighter, less common colours for formalwear.
Personality: Ever since she was little Octavia has been known to have a good deal of lip. She won’t let any argument go without having the final say, and she will work very hard to get one over on someone who puts her down. She can be spiteful, speaking before she thinks on many occasions to both companions and enemies. This usually results in quite a few arguments and she ends up having to apologise more often than not. It’s an occupational hazard of being outspoken. If she has an opinion she will voice it, whether it’s desired or not. However, if something is serious or could result in serious trouble or upset, she knows when to hold her tongue. She can also identify if she’s gone too far, and is not too proud as to resist giving an apology.
Saying that, most of the time she is quite an amiable person. She has a very infectious laugh, and at times can come out with some quite sharp and witty comments. She is devoted to her closest friends, and desires nothing more than to keep them happy, and hates it if she ever falls out with them. It is usually her fault in those situations. She is fiercely loyal to people who show respect, and has a great deal of respect herself for people with power and ability. She knows her friends sometimes more than she knows herself, and is always there for them. Anyone else doesn’t matter. She will let other people take the fall for mistakes she and her companions have made if it means that they do not end up in trouble over it.
She can have very quick mood swings, if the conversation changes onto a touchy subject like her home life. She prefers to concentrate on her life at Hogwarts rather than any matters with dark witches and wizards, and wants to blank out anything that is beyond the trivial matters of a normal day. She is quite bright, despite her family’s insistence, and shows good promise in subjects such as defence against the dark arts and charms. Anything that requires quick wand-work and instinctive thought. She has never been any good at the more practical subjects, such as potions or herbology, seeing as she usually causes more accidents than someone under a jelly-legs curse. The only real practical ability she has is that she can fly pretty well. Other than that, she stays away from physical subjects, and just concentrates on her wand-work, especially non-verbal spells.
Her patronus tells a lot about her. It is a bull calf; a skittish and nervous creature that is underdeveloped and naïve. Much like Octavia is deep inside. She harbours a very insecure inner soul, having no support from her home life she is left to live independently in the increasingly dangerous world, in which she still does not know her place. Though she may portray a rather venomous exterior at times, inside she is scared, and still feels like a child.
History: Octavia Valora Green was born at home on the twelfth of May 2001 at her family’s country home in Wiltshire. She was raised away from the prying eyes of any muggle in the neighbouring village. Her reclusive parents were still eluding the general buzz of wizarding life, since their loyalties to the Dark Lord were still yet to be exposed. Therefore, Octavia never left the confines of the lawns and many rooms of the inherited, rather large (if not dilapidated) Green Estate. Her parents being rather disorganised individuals, living in the house of a rich family on the currency of an average paycheck meant that a lot of the house was simply neglected and unfulfilled.
This gave Octavia a good deal to explore in her younger years. She would spend a lot of time seeking out new rooms, uncovering dusty furniture and finding things to play with, usually disenchanted dark objects that had been concealed over the years thanks to the dust. In all honesty it was a bit risky, like letting her play in Borgin and Burkes unwatched. However Valora Green was never a responsible human, let alone a responsible mother, and so the strange objects that littered the upper floors of their house fell into the unwitting hands of her seven year-old daughter. Octavia was lucky to get away with the occasional sting, or repellent charm.
As she got older, Octavia’s magical ability started to flourish. She had a habit of sitting outside and engorging woodlice until they popped like balloons. It wasn’t the most fulfilling past time for a nine year-old, but it was something she could enjoy under the watchful eye of her proud parents without straying into the muggle world, concealed not so far away beyond the trees at the bottom of the garden. The only time the Green family decided that they should probably put a stop to Octavia’s escapades was when she started trying to engorge the cat, and if she had carried on the poor silver tabby would probably have met a similar sticky end to hundreds of unsuspecting arthropods.
Her first few years at Hogwarts were relatively mundane. She spent her time forming her first friendships, and established a true distaste for anything remotely related to a History of Magic or anything to do with magical botany. She would much rather be transfiguring something, or blasting someone backwards or making something fly of its own accord. Her first-year flying lessons went quite well, uncovering her pretty accurate hand-eye co-ordination and her well-established sense of balance. She maybe wasn’t as quick as some, but at least she was a good deal better than those that simply wavered a few feet from the ground, looking confused.
It was in the summer holiday between her second and third years that things would go wrong. Her parents had decided that the turn of teenage years meant that she now had to hold their beliefs instead of her own. Octavia was, of course, reluctant to follow the teachings of a dark wizard who had in fact died before she was even born. She was too young to want to tie herself down to any particular thought, or way of life, and the rather frightening prospect of having something burnt into her arm meant she fought her parents. They did not succeed in casting a Dark Mark on their daughter, but left her with a sizeable curse scar that would last her entire life.
Her perception of the world took a serious downturn. She lost trust and faith in a good many people whom she had previously looked up to, and began to descend into a rather dark and deceitful spiral. Her parents were now taking an ever-increased interest in a new force that was rising among the dark arts. Octavia’s life at home was dry and neglected, and she no longer ventured downstairs in the waking hours, but lived a solitary life in her bedroom. She would eat under the cover of darkness, sneaking into the larder to consume what she could without having to associate with her tyrannous parents. Life at school was her only outlet. A chance to leave behind the concept of light versus dark and wallow in pathetic troubles like relationships, homework and Quidditch matches. And this is where she feels safest, in the halls of Hogwarts school, away from anyone who may force upon her an unwanted system of belief. She was yet to decide what she wanted in life, and she will get there one day.
For now, she just wants to be her own person.
Codeword: ADMIN E D I T
