Post by Isabella Fairbairn on Aug 12, 2009 13:54:52 GMT -5
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[/right][/size]Name: Isabella Fairbairn
Year, House third, ravenclaw
Nationality: English
Exterior
Description:
Isabella's raven black hair is thin and straight and reaches to the middle of her back when worn down, as it usually is. She has a bronze eagle clip, which she sometimes uses to pull the ends back. Her eyes are of a bright sapphire blue and framed by slim silver glasses, which were handily spelled in her second year to remain clean. This was particularly helpful since her lashes are long and prone to constantly brush up against the lenses. Supporting the glasses is a nose somewhat sharpened, following perfectly in suit with the rest of her features- angular and defined and not quite mobile enough to show her emotions clearly. Her mother has said they will probably soften in a couple years. Isabella’s skin is paler than she would like, perhaps the result of long hours spent inside the walls of a castle, but she has not yet been told she it is freakish in contrast to her hair.
The girl was never involved with organized sports and is not the athletic type. Occasionally, it occurs to her that exercise is a good thing and she’ll have an impromptu workout session, doing pushups, stretches, and whatever occurs to her at the time, but she has no muscles worth speaking of. Brains are better than brawn, in her opinion. She has a thin build and is short for her age, bearing the result that she has nearly impeccable posture, an attempt to make the most of her height.
Although somewhat lacking in stature, Isabella disdains shoes with heels, thinking them silly and good only for loss of balance or a disproportionate appearance. In a similar manner, she rarely dons jewelry or ornaments, keeping her dress style relatively plain but painstakingly neat. She follows the Hogwarts uniform code practically to the letter, and dresses slightly more formally than her peers even on casual days, although she does enjoy bright colors. Never has she been seen in pink, though this is due to a general dislike of the color, rather than the work of the connotation that it is too “girly”.
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Persona
[/right][/size]Likes/Dislikes:+her family+ancient runes+cats+her pet owl+dancing+hogwarts+trees+mountains+strawberries+music;;-chocolate-losing her glasses-talkative people-spiders-pink
Strengths/Weaknesses:+school+drawing+charms+ancient runes;;-herbology-acting-aggressive sports- some arrogance
Personality: ( two paragraphs here )
Isabella loves her name and thinks it pretty, but perhaps also a little too fancy, particularly combined with her last name, which she is a bit embarrassed to admit means “beautiful child”- particularly since she does not feel she lives up to it. She will answer to her full name or Bella but detests Iz, Izzy, or any form thereof.
In class, Isabella is a quiet girl and something of the model student. She is genuinely interested in most of her classes, and has the idea that if she pays enough attention then, she will not have to study as hard later. She is quite suited to Ravenclaw and has a vast store of House pride and loyalty, though she does think that putting a large number of people who consider themselves smart together in one place was asking for trouble. She has a competitive streak and can become annoyed with those she does not consider on her intelligence level.
Truthfully, Isabella is not so sedate as some might be led to believe. With the right impetus, she is more than happy to join in exciting schemes and adventures. She tries to be the loudest cheering at any event, provided at least one other person is screaming with her. Her theory is that just as life is what you make of it, so are isolated events; they are exciting as long as you make them so. Isabella loves creating things, from homemade cards to dorm decorations, and hopes to be the inventor of many spells in the future.
ISABELLA, A History
[/right][/size]Guardians/Parents: Edward and Adriana Fairbairn
Brothers/Sisters: Her brother Hughe is five and has not yet shown signs of magic, but neither he nor Isabella is worried. She has told him that sometimes it takes until age seven, or even longer. Meanwhile she sends him letters and he sends back drawings in crayon. Her parents write also, and are not highly concerned whether Hughe turns out to be a wizard or not. There are plenty of perfectly happy Muggles.
Biography:
Isabella was born the first child to Muggles Edward and Adriana Fairbairn. Her mother has some Spanish blood, but she has lived her entire life in England. She speaks limited Spanish (some of which Isabella has managed to pick up). The two met by the arrangement of friends, to whom they are ever grateful, for their marriage is a happy one, although Edward’s career as a university professor occasionally leads him to neglect his family. Isabella has always felt closer to her mother, who was once a dancer (in small productions, it must be admitted), but gave it up to stay home with her child.
Isabella attended public school until she was eleven, and the unexpected letter from Hogwarts arrived. It had been noticed in a vague way that plates broke when the girl was angry, and pretty objects danced when she was thrilled, but the occurrences were passed over. Edward had a tendency to ascribe them to some psychological theory that the strong emotions of young children could escape them and cause such things.
In Muggle school, Isabella had done well, but her high grades were the more the result that she thought that was what one did than of anything else. The teacher told her to know her multiplication table, and she did, few questions asked. It was only once Isabella received the letter and sat down the representative from Hogwarts that her interest in learning was truly kindled. There was a whole other, fascinating world she had never heard of, and she wondered why. Why did some only some people have magic? Why could they defy such laws as that of gravity? Why, why, and why? But also, how? Isabella wanted to know it all.
To that end, she read and studied hard her first two years. She also took the time to savor everything she could, and is now a devoted Quidditch fan- in a general sense; she has no favorite team, unless it be Ravenclaw’s. She joined a study group her first year but found she preferred to do things on her own, and picked out a couple clubs instead.
Illustration
[/right][/size]roleplay example:
Isabella was plopped in a common room armchair, her head resting in the corner where the arm met the back and her legs dangling unceremoniously over the other side. Her blue eyes were gazing unseeingly in the general direction of the fireplace, and the stack of books piled on the table beside her were being ignored. On top was the text for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was that which had started her thinking.
She was Muggle-born, so before receiving her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, she had known nothing of magic. It meant she had known nothing of the Dark Lord or the Order or Harry Potter, the Chosen One. It had not taken long to find out. To start, they were good stories. Also, it had all just happened. And, basically, she had missed it.
Some of the other Muggle-borns she had met were in agony over this, particularly that one boy in Gryffindor. The struggle and adventure of a lifetime. The balance of the world hanging on one boy’s actions. The chance to choose to fight. Well, Isabella was not sorry. People had died. Even Muggles had died. And though she was sure she had enough bravery if she were ever to be in need of some, she thought it was stupid to desire and go looking for circumstances where you could get yourself killed.
Besides, if the rumors were true, there was something on the horizon again. She shook her head a little. Wasn’t there always? People never could learn to live in peace. It was lucky, in some ways, that the old heroes were still very much around. They might be able to do something. Of course, that meant the old villains were still here, too. The two sides might know each other too well....
A sudden fit of coughing interrupted Isabella’s thoughts. “Are you alright?” she asked, turning suddenly and having to crane her neck awkwardly about her chair in the process. She was met with the sight of a first year boy choking on what was clearly some sort of prank candy. “Try some pumpkin juice?” she queried, squinting at him. She did not know exactly what he had eaten. “I better go over there,” she muttered, standing up to help.