Post by lilylunapotter on Jun 3, 2009 6:40:16 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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LILY LUNA POTTER[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES:Lils, Lil' Potter, Li Li
AGE: 20 years old
YEAR: None
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
D.O.B.:November 8th, 2002
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
ALLEGIANCE:Order of the Phoenix
PROFESSION:Librarian at Hogwarts
WAND TYPE:10 Inch Birch Wood, with Phoenix Feather core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR:Lily’s big, round blue eyes are open and intense. They are the kind of eyes that are dreamy one moment, and focused the next. When she’s talking to someone, she directs all of her attention towards them, her eyes showing complete sincerity. She has a way of making people feel as if they are truly important when she stares at them; as if what they have to say is extremely critical. This is why people come and talk to her- she has a counselor type of vibe when she looks at someone, and it is hard to rebel against such a direct look. Even when she is thinking, her eyes aren’t lazy or relaxed. When she is daydreaming, her eyes don’t fog over, but look as if she has witnessed a miracle; wide eyes scan her surroundings as if what she is thinking is coming to life around her. This is both fascinating and startling since someone may think she is always at danger, or seeing imaginary things. But, she is simply very contemplative, and at times, curious. She tries to solve problems that she sees needing to be fixed and ponders all sorts of things that some people wouldn’t give a second thought to.
HEIGHT:5'9"
WEIGHT:120 pounds
BODY TYPE: Lily's figure is curvier than most women, but she still has a willowy physique behind the womanly contours.
VOICE: Lily's voice is musical when she laughs but soft and full of confidence when she is speaking. Her voice will crescendo as she gets more excited and soften when feeling morose.
PERSONAL STYLE: Lily is pretty conservative with her clothing most of the time since she does not want to give off the wrong impression. Although she had nothing really to worry about, she is self-conscious of her body. Lighter colors suit her the best though.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Lily’s oval face with strong jaw bones is spotted with a handful of tiny freckles. Her lips are pouty, with the top lip upturned and the bottom lip full. Her eyes are slightly sunken above her cheekbones. Her eyebrows are arched and noticeable. She has the kind of eyebrows that make a dominant impression when raised in question or furrowed with frustration. She doesn't really like how she looks because of her low self-esteem, but that doesn't keep her from dressing up and taking care of herself. She prefers to think of herself as unique looking rather than strange looking.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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*Quidditch, granted
*People with a sense of humor
*Chocolate frogs
*Learning new spells
*Singing in the shower
*Daydreaming
*Unicorns, pixies, and all of those fantasy creatures
*Hearing heroic stories about her family
*Warm baths with bubbles
*The sound of rain hitting tins roofs
*Receiving flowers from admirers and dates, particularly sunflowers
*Sleeping in late and the feeling of being refreshed after a good night's sleep
*Sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter's day with a hot cup of hot cocoa
*Cuddling and being held, just because
*When people stop and smell her hair
*White wine, Shirley Temples, or just a nice pint of ale
*Humor and a certain amount of self-mockery
*Being in touch with her feminine side
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
*People who had a bad childhood and take out all their anger on other people
*Any kind of fish
*People that think they’re better than everyone else
*The sound of knuckles cracking
* The word, “damp”
*Leftovers
*Dirty socks
*Bad-hair days
*Being told what to do/how to do something
*Being treated like a child even though she's twenty
*The feeling of loneliness
*Rejection, particularly when it comes to something that means a lot to her
*Deadlines and certain requirements
*Being called unoriginal or boring
*Arrogant, insensitive people
*The smell, texture, and taste of onionsGOALS:
BOGGART:
Death, in general; so many people in her family have died. People she had never met, but heard so many stories about. Her uncle Fred, her grandmother Lily, her grandfather James, etc. All she has are photos of them. She hears stories about all of their great accomplishments and admirable efforts and she can't help but miss them, even if she never knew them. She could not possibly imagine losing her family or friends although the odds are high.
PATRONUS: Lily's best memory would have to be her first day at Hogwarts. Although it was long ago, Lily had waited years to join her brothers at the magical school. When she arrived, she made many new friends and, unfortunately, some enemies because of her parents. This did not bother her very much though and she was introduced to a world beyond her wildest dreams. She still misses Hogwarts and thinks about going back there someday to teach
DEMENTOR: Lily's worst memory was when all of her siblings and Teddy left for school. Although she was close to her brothers, it was awfully lonely at 12 Grimmauld place. Letters were not enough for Lily and her brothers did not write as dilligently as she did, leaving her a lonely child.
AMORENTIA:
*Vanilla
*Freshly brewed coffee
*Sunflowers
*The distinct, musky scent of men
BASIC PERSONALITY:
Kind
Confident
Understanding
Fragile
Reckless
Self-conscious
Humorous
Envious
Immature
Helpful
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER:Ginerva Molly Weasley
BROTHER(S):
Albus Severus Potter
James Sirius Potter
SISTER(S):
None
OTHER:
Victoire Weasley, Cousin
Dominique Weasley, Cousin
Louis Weasley, Cousin
Fred Weasley II, Cousin
Roxanne Weasley, Cousin
Molly Weasley II, Cousin
Lucy Weasley, Cousin
Rose Weasley, Cousin
Hugo Weasley, Cousin
Hermione Weasley, Aunt
Ronald Weasley, Uncle
Angelina Weasley, Aunt
George Weasley, Uncle
Audrey Weasley, Aunt
Percy Weasley, Uncle
Charlie Weasley, Uncle
Gabrielle Delacour, Aunt
Molly Weasley, Grandmother
Arthur Weasley, Grandfather
Teddy Lupin, like a brother
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
BLOOD STATUS:
Half-Blood
HOMETOWN:
England
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
12 Grimmauld Place
BIOGRAPHY:
“Yes! A baby girl! Her name? Lily Luna Potter. How fitting. Will she be the next Lily Evans/Potter? What does life have in store for her? We can only expect great things from Harry Potter’s red-haired daughter who was born today,” the anchorwoman said, her smile too wide for her face. “Okay, boys, that’s a wrap.”
That was the last real news that was heard about Lily Potter, fifteen years ago. There was an occasional snippet here and there in the Daily Prophet scrawled out by Rita Skeeter, who had, in her old age, managed to over exaggerate some very miniscule life events of the young Potter girl.
Although Lily Luna Potter was a Potter, she was a girl. If you want to be known and given credit as a woman you have to be brilliant and beautiful. Men, on the other hand, simply had to put on a little show, smile, demand respect, and they became worshipped for the most ridiculous things. Lily had learned this at a young age. Her Aunt-In-Law, Hermione Weasley, had never gotten the credit she deserved, in comparison to her father, Harry Potter. So, growing up for Lily Potter was bland. Her potential was limited to a certain degree, nothing that would touch her brothers expectations. If Lily wanted to rise to the top, she would have to rise in a big way.
Otherwise, Lily was just a red-haired little girl with pig tails in her hair that loved to finger paint and turn the cat blue. She had shown signs of magic and a young age, but nothing too significant. Her parents were thrilled that all three children were magically gifted. As Lily grew, she earned many friends, some that deceived her and stole her toys. Some even called her weird and it made her run home and cry. She only had a few real friends, and those were related to her in some way or another. When she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts though, Lily knew she wouldn’t have to endure the taunts anymore. She learned that it was possible to make friends with people other than her cousins, and that being a Potter was a huge deal at Hogwarts. Her teachers adored her, even though she couldn’t stand most of them. She just smiled and acted sweet so that she could pass her classes. If she had her choice, she wouldn’t have shown up for any at all. It had always been about maintaining harmony for Lily. She could never be motivated; she first had to motivate herself. It affected her homework and marks, but not too much that she needed a tutor, just enough to make her worry every now and then.
The teen years came for Lily; budding breasts and this horrible thing called a period. She sprouted up at a remarkably fast pace, outgrowing many of the girls in her year. For awhile, she was awkward-looking, as if her bones couldn’t keep up with her skin. By the age of fourteen, however, she had fully matured physically. Boys that hadn’t given her a second thought started noticing her more. She liked the attention, but she also thought it prevented the male population from seeing that she had personality- and a lot of it.
Her years went by fast at Hogwarts and, before she knew it, she was graduating. She hated to leave Hogwarts, having been so close to many witches and wizards there. Lily had a hard time dealing with separation, after all. Her determination though pushed her forward through life though and she decided to pursue a career in Photography. This ended though because she longed to be back at Hogwarts, her second home. So, she applied to be a Librarian and she has never been happier. She loves working and helping the students and does not regret her decision. She never acquired the seriousness that her family did to be an important member of the Ministry and she knows that she is frowned upon for choosing such a measley job, but she thoroughly enjoys it and is still very young.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE:Quite a lot
HOW YOU FOUND US:Caution 2.0
OTHER CHARACTERS:None
RP SAMPLE:
Patience was a virtue that Lily was not as well acquainted with in comparison to the others. Her feet simply did not want to keep up with her mind, which was racing at unfathomable speeds like it had a tendency to do when her emotions took her by the hand and dragged her to whatever destination it proclaimed as being a temporary home for her heart. Lately though, Lily was not following some of her cardinal virtues. For example, she was not being very prudent or cognizant of any of her actions. Don't even get her started on chastity or temperance. All formerly followed beliefs were stained like her jeans were now from plowing through the mud that had decided to also be the path she was taking. All good judgement that she had formerly possessed had been trashed like an unruly teenager under the influence of alcohol, and anybody that knew Lily was familiar with her conservative look upon such rambunctious activities. The saying,"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" chided her as she walked briskly, pulling her shawl around her tightly. Whether it was the cold breeze or her own emotions that chilled her to the bone, she could not tell. Distinguishing anything at this moment proved itself to be a labor of its own. Everything had turned hazy before her eyes, which were brimming with tears, renewed since she had already shed a few distressed drops while leaving the castle.
Even more anxious now, Lily hugged her arms tightly to her body and sped up her pace, which had a disgusting effect of making the dark mud splash up on her clothing even more than before, wetting the fabric with its dark brown color. How this day could get any worse, Lily did not know. She did not want to jinx herself either and tried to hold her head up and approach everything with the Gryffindor attitude she usually did and a positive manner that her fellow peers had a hard time matching. Why tears were falling so freely from her eyes, sliding back into her crimson hair and leaving little wet trails behind as she hurried along was not something that could easily be explained. In situations such as these, the only thing Lily knew to do was flee; get away from the problem at hand. Before making big decisions she liked to consult others or her desires would tease her and all rationality she owned would be forgotten like the kid that was picked last for games. It was immature for Lily to not approach things face-on, but she did not always handle things by escaping; she did pull herself together in most cases. This time, though, she could not give the problem she was battling her all at one sitting; she needed guidance. While there were many cousins and friends that Lily could take her picking from, she knew that there was only one witch that could give her the comfort and words she needed to hear. She would provide invaluable advice that Lily could not receive from any other soul. Lily very much admired Victoire Weasley for many reasons and could always find relief in her, which is what she needed the most now.
Rain started falling, pricking the little exposed skin of Lily and she felt a full body chill come over her. If she could apparate, the trip would not have been so painfully grueling. But, she had not yet acquired such a skill due to her young age and had to take a long journey to reach the flat her elder cousin inhabited. Hope flickered within Lily as she saw the said location appear before her eyes between the slanting of the rain, now getting more excited by the second and coming down in larger drops rapidly. Lily broke out into a run, passing many elegant Victorian houses before reaching the one she sought shelter in. The closer she got, the more faith she had that everything would be peaceful within the tiny space she would share with Tori. Maybe some hot tea would do the trick and revitalize her senses which had been put through the test of rain and left her soppy and drenched. Her hair was clinging to her forehead but she took no notice and plunked up the steps before reaching the door of the house Tori vacated. After stomping her feet on a mat outside she knocked urgently upon the door, wanting to get out of the dreadful weather and into the coziness she knew Tori's flat would provide. She could faintly hear music of some kind and pressed her ear up to the door, overtaken with curiosity. When she could not determine the music she stepped back placed her hands in front of her, waiting for someone to answer the door and welcome her inside.
Even more anxious now, Lily hugged her arms tightly to her body and sped up her pace, which had a disgusting effect of making the dark mud splash up on her clothing even more than before, wetting the fabric with its dark brown color. How this day could get any worse, Lily did not know. She did not want to jinx herself either and tried to hold her head up and approach everything with the Gryffindor attitude she usually did and a positive manner that her fellow peers had a hard time matching. Why tears were falling so freely from her eyes, sliding back into her crimson hair and leaving little wet trails behind as she hurried along was not something that could easily be explained. In situations such as these, the only thing Lily knew to do was flee; get away from the problem at hand. Before making big decisions she liked to consult others or her desires would tease her and all rationality she owned would be forgotten like the kid that was picked last for games. It was immature for Lily to not approach things face-on, but she did not always handle things by escaping; she did pull herself together in most cases. This time, though, she could not give the problem she was battling her all at one sitting; she needed guidance. While there were many cousins and friends that Lily could take her picking from, she knew that there was only one witch that could give her the comfort and words she needed to hear. She would provide invaluable advice that Lily could not receive from any other soul. Lily very much admired Victoire Weasley for many reasons and could always find relief in her, which is what she needed the most now.
Rain started falling, pricking the little exposed skin of Lily and she felt a full body chill come over her. If she could apparate, the trip would not have been so painfully grueling. But, she had not yet acquired such a skill due to her young age and had to take a long journey to reach the flat her elder cousin inhabited. Hope flickered within Lily as she saw the said location appear before her eyes between the slanting of the rain, now getting more excited by the second and coming down in larger drops rapidly. Lily broke out into a run, passing many elegant Victorian houses before reaching the one she sought shelter in. The closer she got, the more faith she had that everything would be peaceful within the tiny space she would share with Tori. Maybe some hot tea would do the trick and revitalize her senses which had been put through the test of rain and left her soppy and drenched. Her hair was clinging to her forehead but she took no notice and plunked up the steps before reaching the door of the house Tori vacated. After stomping her feet on a mat outside she knocked urgently upon the door, wanting to get out of the dreadful weather and into the coziness she knew Tori's flat would provide. She could faintly hear music of some kind and pressed her ear up to the door, overtaken with curiosity. When she could not determine the music she stepped back placed her hands in front of her, waiting for someone to answer the door and welcome her inside.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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