Post by Tabitha Solaris on Oct 6, 2008 17:35:51 GMT -5
COMPLETION STATUS:
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»»ABOUT YOU[/color]
Name: Cait
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience:10+ years
Original Character or Canon: Original!
»»YOUR CHARACTER[/color]
Name:
Tabitha Chloe Lunaris
(Changed to Tabitha Solaris)
Nicknames:
Tabi (but nobody’s called her that since her childhood)
Date of Birth:
April seventh, 1908
Age:
Ninety-three
Lineage:
pureblood
Face/Celebrity Claim:
Michelle Pfeiffer
Physical Description:
Tabitha is an elegant woman in both manner and appearance. She has long, lean limbs and fingers. Her complexion is soft and milky fair. The bone structure in her face speaks of good genes and noble ancestry, (not that such lineage necessarily exists, but you never know) High cheekbones, a strong jaw, pointed nose and mischievous blue eyes. Her dirty blond hair falls in curly waves around and pas her shoulders, framing her face prettily. She is of average height but appears taller than she is not just from the heels she wears but the way she carries herself.
Character History:
Tabitha Lunaris was born to a wealthy Wizarding family from Massachusetts. Actually, “wealthy” might have been an understatement. Tabitha’s eccentric uncle Artemis (every family has one, especially the rich families) would frequently joke that they had “more money than god.” The phrase itself never made any sense to Tabitha, but she understood its implications just fine. And it was true. The estate that her family owned spanned over 100 acres.
As is usually the case with individuals with far too much money, Tabitha’s parents were snobbish, elitist, selfish, unsympathetic parasites on society. Oddly enough, her parents did have a hand in her upbringing, insisting that the help not contaminate their daughter too much. Tabitha found that appalling and stupid. The help was nicer than they were, but just as distant. She spent most of her childhood “running away” to various hiding spots across the estate. She liked the gardens and rooftops the most. She was thrilled to be getting as far away from the house has possible when she came of age to attend school.
Salem Institute was a breath of fresh air for Tabitha. The people there were real, the accommodations normal and there was Quidditch! Like every Wizarding child, she had played on the toy brooms and even flown real, honest-to-goodness, top-of-the-line racing brooms before school started. She had watched a good number of “Quodpot” games from special box seats…But she’d hated Quodpot. Dumbasses riding brooms with cauldrons strapped to the end throwing around an exploding ball? Bah! How could one properly harness the true potential and purpose of a racing broom with a damn CAULDRON attached to it? Also, it got pretty messy on occasion when the quod would explode just shy of the cauldron with its nullifying solution and the solution itself would splatter everywhere. It was unnecessary and just…ew. But the Founders of Salem (Amadahy Starr, Siri Haynesworth, Luthur Thorne and William Hawkeye) were a diverse group and two of them settlers from Britain. They brought Quidditch with them and when Quodpot came to America and became popular, those who ran Salem Institute saw no reason to change this.
Thus Quidditch became the one and only thing that made Tabitha truly happy. Her speed and skill were nearly unparalleled within the school. She caught the eye of many a talent scout looking for new players. She was offered multiple spots and had her heart set on joining the ranks of the Fitchburg Finches; a local team that played the international circuit frequently enough. She’d dreamed of it all her life and leapt at the opportunity in her fifth year of school. However, Tabitha’s mother was grievously disappointed in her daughter’s passion and disapproved of Quidditch with every fiber of her being. Her hatred for Tabitha’s playing of the sport was almost as fervent as Tabitha’s passion for it. The offer to join the Finches was refused by Tabitha’s mother and the family’s money and connections kept her far away from the chance for years to come until it was simply too late.
Something in Tabitha broke, then. She hated her mother, her family and all the world for keeping her from her dream. She didn’t stop playing until she was no longer given the opportunity after graduating, but her spirit, previously thought to be indomitable, was broken. Anger, cynicism and sometimes apathy took its place. Her mother’s influence was smothering and it kept her from making many of her own choices. She attempted to try out for the Finches under a pseudonym and managed to make the team only to be found out by one of her mother’s connections and refused a spot on the team.
Somehow, Tabitha was bullied into taking a teaching job later in life. The only subject she’d been half as good at as Quidditch was Potions. She was gifted at the science of it and had been praised by her teachers and everyone around her but she hadn’t cared then at all. Now it seemed her only connection to her childhood and she missed it. She took the position of Potions Professor at Salem and spent many inhuman hours of the morning at the schools Quidditch pitch. Mostly she would simply sit in the stands but on a rare occasion she might be caught flying about the pitch. It was difficult for her but she found some solace in finding students with similar drive or talent as her own. She became a sort of unofficial coach for these few youngsters and it helped her get through the years of tedious failures and paperwork.
After what seemed like an age and a half, she was promoted to Deputy Headmistress and eventually stopped teaching and became the fulltime Headmistress of Salem Institute. She would no longer be caught out late flying. Her drive had dwindled though there would always be a burning passion for the sport in her heart. Her mother’s passing marked a joyous occasion for Tabitha and her inheritance went almost untouched for some time. She sold the estate she had grown up in to another obscenely wealthy family, Vander..somethingorother. Muggles. She’d spent a good amount of money decharming most of the estate and felt it was worth it. Settling into their summer home, a modest 50 acre estate near Buzzard’s Bay.
She lived that way in peace for years before the war in Britain began to spill over the oceans and affect the United States. Rival school that had fallen off of the radar long ago had resurfaced publicly a few years previous and rumors were flying about it being a training facility as it had been upon its founding. Tabitha knew the rumors to be true as easily as she knew its Headmaster, Damien Vadius, was a pompous, pampered peacock with a vendetta against her. Asshole. Had Damien not become involved in the darker side of the war and had Tabitha’s own sense of right and wrong suddenly found excuses to exert itself, she would have remained neutral. As it stood, Tabitha found herself in a position to stab Damien in the face (metaphorically speaking) and found herself faking her own death to become an agent of knowledge for an Organization from England known as the Order of the Phoenix. A colleague of hers had once been the head of this organization, one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but he was regrettably struck down but the so-called “Dark Lord” Voldemort. This had come as as personal a blow as could be dealt to Tabitha. She had been fond of the man, only twenty-nine years her senior, and had shared many conversations with him on many topics, some including sweets and others involving international crisis. Regardless, it only gave her more of a reason to help these misguided and altruistic fools in their endeavor.
Going into hiding, taking on a false persona and doing her own little dirty work against the “evil” side of the war, Tabitha found herself leading a life she had never expected but did not hate as much as she might have. One day, she was called upon by an old agreement to look after the mother school to her own Salem; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, should anything happen to those Dumbledore had found trustworthy. While Tabitha did not revel in the idea of taking up the mantle of Headmistress again, it was a known entity and she was more or less comfortable in it. She did, in fact, take up the aforementioned mantle and, being as understaffed as they were, resumed her teaching of Potions to the children.
»»A LITTLE INSIGHT[/color]
Likes:
- Opera music
- Cats
- Quidditch
- Being in charge
- Chocolate covered strawberries
Dislikes:
- Children
- Being wrong
- Her mother
- Most people
- Anyone telling her what to do
Fears:
- Intimacy. She’s only ever been particularly close to a select few and most of them are dead. Her upbringing and many events in her life left her unable to be emotionally intimate with anyone, really.
- Rats
- Being stabbed. She saw someone get stabbed once. Unless done in an extremely specific way it seems like it would take an awfully long time to die and she doesn’t like the idea of suffering.
- Inferi (or the undead in general) They’re creepy.
Goals:
- Living to see this war ended, one way or another
- To be a great Quidditch player again (she knows this won’t happen, but a girl can dream)
- Retiring to a nice, secluded villa where no one can bother her.
- Not killing someone from annoyance. Especially students or staff. That would be bad.
Skills:
- Organization
- Flight
- Making people listen
- Gifted at potion-making
Quirks:
She rubs her temples when irritated, plays with her fingernails when bored and purses her lips often. She’s haughty and full of herself yet somehow manages to do the “right thing.”
BOGGART
Her mother as an angry banshy, shrieking at about how much of a failure she is and Quidditch being a waste of time.
To dispel this image from her mind, she imagines her mother wearing plaid rags, a dunce cap on her head with the word “bitch” displayed on it instead of “dunce,“ bound with twine and squeaking like a mouse. (Tabitha’s sense of humor is a little twisted.)
PATRONUS
A Western Marsh Harrier.
ERISED
Tabitha, younger and suited up in her Quidditch gear from head to foot, holding the latest broom and surrounded by trophies looking completely content and extremely pleased with herself. (and maybe Damian is licking her boots)
Personality:
Tabitha is a cool, calculating woman with a pretty high opinion of herself. She is passionate about a few, select things but when she has a passion it’s a burning one. Normally she is haughty, condescending and distant. For all intents and purposes she seems like a terrible choice for a headmaster or teacher of any kind; she’s not particularly nice or compassionate, she hates kids and has little patience for some of her “peers.” But she gets the job done. She’s surprisingly skilled at running a school. It’s a job for her and she does every job she takes on as a personal test of strength, will, character, etcetera. So, she gives it everything she’s got.
She is pretty cynical and seems to see the world through a half empty glass of spiked chardonnay and trusts MAYBE a handful of people. This doesn’t keep them from being given jobs or tasks or anything like that, she just doesn’t necessarily expect them to do it right. She’s very selective about what she says and to whom. Growing up with “society” witches, she knows how to give someone a compliment that’s the farthest thing from complimentary. Innuendo, backhanded compliments and sarcasm are some of her favourite tricks of the trade.
However, those few who do gain her trust are kept close and their bond is almost beyond breaking. For all of the effort it would take to get there, one would assume as much at least. Of course, she doesn’t let anyone in that close these days. Too many of her old friends are dead and she doesn’t like the idea of going through that anymore. She’d much rather keep everyone at an arms distance at the VERY minimum to spare herself the pain and effort.
»»SCHOOLING[/color]
Year:
Graduated from the Salem Institute for Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1926
Preferred House:
Tabitha attended Salem Institute for Witchcraft and Wizardry as a child. Two of its founders were alumni of Hogwarts and so the House system was instituted there as well. The Houses were Starr, Thorne, Hawkeye and Haynesworth.
Tabitha was sorted into Thorne for her leadership abilities, sharp mind and shrewd wit.
Classes:
Tabitha’s favourite classes in school were Flying, Potions, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
WAND
Rosewood, inflexible, 11 3/8”, a single feather from the wing of an Abraxan.
BROOMSTICK
A well-taken-care-of old nimbus displayed prominently in a place of honour in her office.
OTHER MAGICAL DEVICES
That she keeps in her office: A Wizard chess set, an astronomical model, a Foe-Glass, reusable hangman, some archaic-looking hourglasses with unique attributes, a lunascope, a series of magic quills (quick notes, self innking, spell-checking, etc) on display, a record player, a Wizard Wireless, an a pensive cauldron in a cabinet behind her desk.
That she keeps on her person: A Deluminator, a two-way mirror, a magic penknife and a revealer.
»»THE WAR[/color]
Affiliation:
Claims to be nuetral and loyal only to herself but has been working more or less for the Order for the past few years
Why:
Generally, Tabitha is not one to choose sides. She has no interest in war and couldn’t care less about equal rights and all that nonsense. Originally, her sole purpose was to go against the head of a rival school that trained young witches and wizards in the dark arts. (the headmaster was a prick and they had a long history of hatred between them) but for some reason, Tabitha still works with the Order (Despite her rather low opinion of their choice of leader; a child.) and even agreed to take care of the school in the absence of someone local now that she’s come out of hiding.
»»ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE[/color]
Rain relentlessly pelted the glass windows and stone walls of the Hogwarts Castle. Distant thunder boomed among the dreary gray clouds that crowded the sky like too many soaked sponges shoved into a small container. It was already too dark out to tell what tie of day it might have been. (By chance it was nearly night. Just an hour after dinner)
Inside the Library, nestled into a big comfy chair, Reika Nomura made pouting, frustrated faces at the textbook in her arms. On the table before her a number of rolls of parchment lay sprawled out with her notes written on them. A few peices of parchment had been balled and crumpled up and put off to the side and one parchment had writing on it that had been scratched out repeatedly. One paper had a doodle of Reika setting fire to her textbook.
She hated History of Magic. She hated it alot and the difficulty level of this homework was NOT helping. Of course, she wouldn't even be taking the course had her mother not insisted ad nauseum about how she had to learn these things. Of crouse, she also had gone on a rant tangent about how it was all one-sided history and how they'd thusfar said nothing of the The Kyoto Incident of 1684.
Regardless, Reika hated the class and didn't give a boggart's bullocks about Wizarding Britan during the War of the Roses and War of the Dragons. Also, War of the Roses? What poufter thought up that ridiculous name for a war? Reika hoped he died something agonizing or at least by something suitably silly. Like....choked on some escargot or something.
But most of all, Reika hated that it had been raining all day. She'd been stuck indoors for twenty four hours, fully grounded and it made her just a tad miserable. She couldn't wait for tomorrow, it was the weekend tomorrow and she'd have the day off. She prayed that it would be sunny, too, with good flying conditions. She let her mind wander off on that tangent for a while to ease her annoyance at her lack of interest in the damnable homework.
»»CODE WORDS[/color]
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