Post by Luna W. Lovegood-Longbottom on Sept 12, 2009 19:35:13 GMT -5
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NICKNAMES: Loony Lovegood
AGE: 34
D.O.B.: 30th June, 1981
ALLEGIANCE: Order of the Pheonix
PROFESSION: Magizoologist
WAND TYPE: Willow, not very sturdy but still packs a good whallop. Dragon Heartstring, 13.5 inches.
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EYE COLOUR: Bright blue
HEIGHT: 5' 8"
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
BODY TYPE: Slim/Slender
VOICE: Rather dreamy, a bit raspy and gruff, but rather soothing at the same time.
PERSONAL STYLE: Many find Luna's personal fashion sense to be extremely unusual and she is often pegged with nicknames such as Loony Lovegood. Her style of personality is also rather strange. Luna is never afraid to believe and express belief in things that others might view as fictional or ludicrous.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Luna is quite the typical Ravenclaw, being able to think and feel in many varieties of ways, going about things in an interesting and creative fashion. Luna is also rather clever in the sense that she is able to uncover and piece together mysteries and puzzles of all kinds. She often dapples in the strange and unusual.
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- Luna greatly enjoys the strange and unknown, having been raised to lean towards the adventurous side of life.
- She enjoys creative outlets of all types. From painting, writing, and drawing to sculpting and music.
- Luna enjoys going barefoot almost 100% of the time.
- Luna loved to walk through the forest and feed the resident thestrals as well as conversing and spending time with many of the other creatures that inhabit the Forbidden Forest.
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
[/li][li]Luna dislikes those who refuse or are unable to think creatively or in different and diverse ways
[/li][li]She dislikes people who insist on sapping their lives of any sort of frivolity or fun, being a great lover of both.
[/li][li]She dislikes all kinds of government, believing them to be extremely censoring and opressive.
[/li][li]Luna dislikes money[/b]
GOALS:
[/li][li]To finally prove the existence or non existence of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.
[/li][li]To revolutionize a full bartering and trade system for the Ministry of Magic
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BOGGART: Luna's greatest fear is reliving the trauma of the return of another dark wizard. Her life was greatly compromised and affected by the return of Lord Voldemort and she spent years and years coping with her kidnapping and torture at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange.
PATRONUS: Luna's happiest memory is the day that her father finally succeeded in his efforts to publish the Quibbler, having witnessed her family struggle at the hands of conservative society and her father's ludicrous theories. She was very supportive of her father's ambitions and their lives took a great turn for the better on the day that he self-published his first issue of the Quibbler.
DEMENTOR: Luna's worst memory is the day that her mother died. Her mother was always a very experimental witch and was always coming up with a new spell or potion. One day her mother invented a very unbalanced form of Transfiguration and was the victim of a backfire. The spell rebounded upon her and blew her to bits. The damage was completely beyond repair. The spell was meant to create an exploding security system in the form of a lawn gnome.
AMORENTIA:
[/li][li]Luna is very fond of the scent of sawdust, being reminded of the saw mill located just over the hill from her family's home when she was growing up.
[/li][li]She is creatively stimulated by the scent of manure
[/li][li]Raw meat always reminds Luna of her school days when she used to feed the thestrals in the forbidden forest.
[/li][li]Luna was always very fond of Lavender-Honey milkshakes as a child, and still is very drawn to their light smell and flavor.
BASIC PERSONALITY:
[/li][li]dreamy
[/li][li]creative
[/li][li]cheerful
[/li][li]odd
[/li][li]strong-willed
[/li][li]stubborn
[/li][li]free-spirited
[/li][li]independent
[/li][li]self-sufficient
[/li][li]spiritually conscious
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MOTHER: Imene Lottus Lovegood
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BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Ottery St. Catchpole
CURRENT RESIDENCE: St. Mungo's Ruins and 327-B Dungbane Road, 2nd door to the left, Hogsmeade Village, Scotland
BIOGRAPHY:
Luna was born to Xenophilius and Imene Lovegood not far from the small village of Ottery St. Catchpole. The two of them raised her in a house resembling a large rook. The inside of the house had rounded walls that made the rooms resemble what the inside of a sphere might look like. When Luna was just nine years old, her mother was killed by one of her own spells backfiring. Shortly after, Luna's father experienced great success with his magazine, The Quibbler, having self-published and written all of the articles himself, under fake names.
The success of the Quibbler, which wasn't much, made Luna and her father much more comfortable in their lives and allowed their grief over the loss of Imene to pass more easily. When Luna was eleven, she received the inevitable letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Upon her arrival at the school, Luna was sorted into Ravenclaw House, much to her father's delight. Luna's family represented a very long standing line of Ravenclaws. She even grew up with a large bust of Rowena Ravenclaw as the center piece in the family dining room.
Luna was quite a successful student, not making friends easily, due to her strange and often questionable upbringing. Many less accepting students delighted in playing cruel pranks on her, such as stealing and hiding all of her belongings. Luna, being of a very gentle and calm nature, never took the pranks to heart, often saying "It's all good fun." During her fourth year at Hogwarts, Luna met Harry Potter, who seemed drawn to her due to her accepting and open minded nature. Following the meeting she became one of the first initial members of Dumbledore's Army, the secret society that Potter formed to help train them all in practical Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Luna continued to be an active member of Dumbledore's Army even after Potter left school in search of a way to destroy Lord Voldemort. She, along with Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom, reformed the group as a way to fight against the ranks of Voldemort as they took over the school. In 1997, Luna was an active participant in the Battle of Hogwarts, witnessing the final destruction of Harry Potter at the hands of Lord Voldemort.
Following her graduation from Hogwarts, Luna pursued a career in wizarding naturalism, or Magizoology, wishing to flee from the rising power of Lord Voldemort. It was while she was away on her travels that she learned of the rapid takeover of Lord Voldemort. Upon returning she became an integral and important member of the Order of the Phoenix eventually falling in love with and marrying Neville Longbottom. She resides part of the time in the village of Hogsmeade, living in a small flat, hidden from view by a large blanket of protective magic. Her flat serves as a headquarters when the Order issues missions close to Hogwarts. Most of her time, however is spent with the rest of the Order at the ruins of St. Mungo's. Luna discovered great achievements in transfiguration on her travels and studies of various magical creatures such as the blibbering humdinger, which is able to take on the form of any natural substance when startled.
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RP EXPERIENCE: 10 months
HOW YOU FOUND US: an advertisement on another site.
OTHER CHARACTERS: On two other sites I play Professor McGonagall. I'm one of the co-administrators and play Lara Sweeting, the Transfiguration teacher, on itsbeenalongtime.proboards.com
RP SAMPLE:
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack! Sometimes even the echoing of her own shoes gave Minerva a splitting headache. Lately, it began to seem as though no rest was to be found in the cavernous and ancient halls of the Wizarding establishment. At some points in her day, Minerva could swear on her own life that she was the only person in the entire school be so drastically effected by the start of the new school year.
The younger students only cared about disruption in the greatest and most vexing forms, it seemed. The teachers were too busy yawning and chasing after their charges. It was only Minerva, it seemed, that had the most relinquishment in her health and sanity. Most of her focus these days was on her responsibilities as Deputy Head, the frequent and incredibly inconvenient visits from the school governors, the constant letters of complaint from parents about their children's safety, and such things as keeping the library matron, Irma Pince out of her tightly wound hair. The vulture-like woman had made frequent trips to her office, carrying stacks of ruined school volumes.
It seemed that the pranksters of the school had become too numerous to track. When Minerva had first accepted the position of Deputy to the Headmaster, she'd only had to deal with Potter and Black as the pebbles in her shoes. Now it seemed there was a new breed. She had spent hours on end attempting to unravel the bookmarkers that had attached the books in the Transfiguration section, cleaning out the frog spawn that caked the pages of the books in the Restricted Section together. After pouring over a rather grimy copy of Crimson Creations: A Revolution in Blood Charming Minerva now could run off a list of the most gruesome and disgusting charms and curses she had ever seen, incantations that even Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn't be able to stomach.
The grounds were quite dewy still, in the growing morning light as the tall, elderly woman stepped through the archway of the wooden bridge that led, in eventuality, to the main entrance of the castle. She stared up at the spires and sighed a bit. She loved the smell of old stone, the sound of shoes on rotting wooden staircases, the sound of students making their way to class, the trickle of the fountain near the library. Yet she had spent so much time, thus far, at Hogwarts, that the days seemed to stretch on endless, transforming into weeks, then into months, then on into years. There was no end in sight. But perhaps it was best that way.
Holding the hem of her robes above her feet, so as not to get them soaked in the morning dew, Minerva made her way up the hill towards the Owlery. Morning owl duty was perhaps her least favorite activity in the new set of tasks set by the school governors. Apollyon Pringle had neglected the task for the past few mornings and Minerva had been responsible for filling in. Owl inspection was a most tedious and relentless way to spend one's time. Minerva could hardly conjure up the patience and lack of respect for other's privacy that such an endeavor required. Especially at such an early and insidious hour. Such an early rising was bound to sap the rest of your sanity and functionality for the remainder of the day.
The younger students only cared about disruption in the greatest and most vexing forms, it seemed. The teachers were too busy yawning and chasing after their charges. It was only Minerva, it seemed, that had the most relinquishment in her health and sanity. Most of her focus these days was on her responsibilities as Deputy Head, the frequent and incredibly inconvenient visits from the school governors, the constant letters of complaint from parents about their children's safety, and such things as keeping the library matron, Irma Pince out of her tightly wound hair. The vulture-like woman had made frequent trips to her office, carrying stacks of ruined school volumes.
It seemed that the pranksters of the school had become too numerous to track. When Minerva had first accepted the position of Deputy to the Headmaster, she'd only had to deal with Potter and Black as the pebbles in her shoes. Now it seemed there was a new breed. She had spent hours on end attempting to unravel the bookmarkers that had attached the books in the Transfiguration section, cleaning out the frog spawn that caked the pages of the books in the Restricted Section together. After pouring over a rather grimy copy of Crimson Creations: A Revolution in Blood Charming Minerva now could run off a list of the most gruesome and disgusting charms and curses she had ever seen, incantations that even Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn't be able to stomach.
The grounds were quite dewy still, in the growing morning light as the tall, elderly woman stepped through the archway of the wooden bridge that led, in eventuality, to the main entrance of the castle. She stared up at the spires and sighed a bit. She loved the smell of old stone, the sound of shoes on rotting wooden staircases, the sound of students making their way to class, the trickle of the fountain near the library. Yet she had spent so much time, thus far, at Hogwarts, that the days seemed to stretch on endless, transforming into weeks, then into months, then on into years. There was no end in sight. But perhaps it was best that way.
Holding the hem of her robes above her feet, so as not to get them soaked in the morning dew, Minerva made her way up the hill towards the Owlery. Morning owl duty was perhaps her least favorite activity in the new set of tasks set by the school governors. Apollyon Pringle had neglected the task for the past few mornings and Minerva had been responsible for filling in. Owl inspection was a most tedious and relentless way to spend one's time. Minerva could hardly conjure up the patience and lack of respect for other's privacy that such an endeavor required. Especially at such an early and insidious hour. Such an early rising was bound to sap the rest of your sanity and functionality for the remainder of the day.
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ALOHOMORA!
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