Post by ROXANNA WESTWICK on Jan 27, 2011 19:06:49 GMT -5
Roxanna Nyx Westwick
NAME :: Roxanna Nyx Westwick[/blockquote]
NICKNAMES :: Rox, Roxi, Nyx, Nyxie.
AGE :: Sixteen
BIRTHDAY :: April first
BLOOD :: Halfblood
NATIONALITY :: American
ORIENTATION :: Heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE :: Neutral, leaning toward the Order
HOUSE :: Ravenclaw
HAIR :: Brown, long, wavy, and all natural.
EYES :: Hazel
HEIGHT :: Five feet, four inches.
WEIGHT :: 113 lbs.
ETHNICITY :: Caucasian
CLOTHING STYLE :: If there is but one word that Roxanna bears in mind when getting dressed or picking out clothes, it's comfortability. She couldn't care less what you or anyone else thinks about her, so long as she has the necessities covered and feels comfortable with herself. She doesn't mind skirts and dresses, but she seems to like the sense of . . . security that a simple pair of jeans can bring you.
FATHER :: Tristian Kaige Westwick, late forties, non-magical. Physics professor at a local college in Maine. Neutral.[/blockquote]
MOTHER :: Wednesday Minerva Westwick, late forties, neutral. Teaches Charms at Salem Witches Institute.
SIBLINGS :: None.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS :: None.
PETS :: None.
WAND :: Nine and a half inches, hemlock, phoenix tail feather[/blockquote]
LANGUAGES :: Roxanna's first language is, as you might have guessed, English. She is also learning Spanish on a whim.
MAGICAL HIGHS & LOWS :: Roxanna excels when it comes to potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. She's also pretty good when it comes to charms and care for magical creatures. History of Magic, even, is alright. Dark Arts, though? The poor thing simply can't manage it. Even that, though, is better than her when it comes to Transfigurations. Just . . . please, don't mention them to her -- she's oh, so sensitive when it comes to that sort of thing.
SPECIAL ABILITIES :: Does being one hell of a potion-maker count?
PATRONUS :: Roxanna can, in fact, cast a full-bodied patronus. Her patronus just so happens to be a wolf. When casting her patronus, Rox merely recalls the day her mother told her that she was a witch; it had been Roxanna's sixth birthday. Roxanna first cast a full-bodied patronus charm during her fourth year; her mother taught her.
OTHER TALENTS :: Well, Roxanna doesn't like to brag, but she can play a fierce cello. Seriously, give the girl a rock-stop, a cello, a bow, and some rosin and she's good to go; no sheet music necessary! It is preferred, however. As much as she would hate to tell anyone, though, she also took ballet lessons for some time . . . and she's not that bad. Some other talents of hers, which are actually useful, include phenomenal organization skills (though, she tends to be the only one capable of understanding her methods), turning assignments in on time/early, and being able to schedule things without getting too stressed out. Roxanna is also pretty good at reading most people, and at remaining one-step ahead of most of them. Above all else, however, Roxanna's best talent would have to be remaining calm in just about any situation. Plan on angering her? Better practice your tactics on a brick wall, first.
LIKES :: -potions[/blockquote]
-reading
-most animals
-sleeping
-playing the cello
-the quiet
-rainy days
-nature
DISLIKES :: -rude people
-the belief of blood supremacy
-being corrected
-bats (they scare the crap out of Roxanna)
-butterflies (as dumb as it sounds...see above)
-needles
-thunderstorms
-flying
PARAGRAPH FORMAT :: Roxanna is . . . a bit of a complicated girl. She's the one you'd find in the back of the classroom, yet taking tons upon tons of notes and managing to pay full attention . . . in most classes, anyway. She's the girl to turn to if you need any sort of help; even if she can't help you, herself, she'll be sure to hook you up with someone who can. Though it can be difficult to earn her complete trust, she is a fierce and almost dangerously loyal friend once you've earned it. While she's not fond of confrontations, she will defend her beliefs and friends to the very end. Despite her icy aura, she can actually be quite friendly . . . so long as you don't have an outstanding reputation for being a complete asshole, or something like that. Roxanna is typically understanding, and has a tendency to attempt to put herself in other peoples' shoes; sometimes, she'll manage to come pretty close to all but getting inside the mind of another person...without the aid of Legillimency.
Roxanna tends to strike most people as a cold, unfeeling Ravenclaw. While it can be considerably difficult to draw out any real emotion from her, she does think and feel, like most people. As previously mentioned, anger is one of the emotions that she just seems to lack in majority of situations; it takes a lot to piss her off. Despite everything, she can be rather sweet to most people, if she feels that they're deserving of it. Often pessimistically optimistic, she tries not to have high expectations; the lower your expectations, the better chances you have of having them met, right?
BIRTHPLACE :: Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America[/blockquote]
HISTORY :: Roxanna Westwick was born on the first of April, a little over a two years after her parents had decided to marry. Her mother, Wednesday, was a witch . . . and not your average one, either. She was one of the few amongst the wizarding community who neither frowned upon muggles nor loved them to death; she understood that generalizations, as useful as they could be during conversation, were utterly ridiculous. Roxanna’s father, Tristian, was not your average muggle. A physics professor at a local college in Boston, Massachusetts, he was renowned amongst his students and colleagues for being quirky. . . at best. When you have a man, teaching something such as physics, you can’t help but wonder how on earth he took it when he discovered that his wife was a witch. We’ll get to that later on, however.
Growing up wasn’t such a horrible thing, for Roxanna. As a matter of fact, she had a rather decent childhood. No, her father was not a drunk. No, her mother did not abandon her. No, she was not abused. And that was a lot more than a good handful of children of her time could say and be completely honest. Her parents cherished their child like ancient civilizations and their gods. She was the pride and joy of their lives, and would be treated as such. Here is the point where you probably begin to assume that she is a spoiled little brat. Surprisingly enough, her parents managed to steer clear of that road; they took the idea of “tough but fair” to a new level.
When Roxanna was five, her mother had announced that she was pregnant, once again. It was all wonderful and delightful, and Rox was looking forward to a new sibling. Unfortunately, things turned sour and Wednesday had a miscarriage. She was devastated for quite some time, locking herself up in the attic and weeping, refusing to talk to her husband or other child. Tristian was at a loss. What was he to do? Then, he had thought it best to just give his wife the space she desired and leave her to recover. Little did he know, wounds like that never truly heal. Sure, she eventually came down and spoke to her husband and child once again . . . but, it just wasn’t the same. Wednesday was a changed woman. Whereas there had always been a smirk on her lips and a light in her eyes, there was now a stony expression and that light belonged to the fire burning in the fireplace.
Nonetheless, life moved on. And, despite everything, things seemed almost perfect once again on Roxanna’s sixth birthday. It was on that day that her mother sat her daughter down and chose to explain everything to her . . . and Tristian. His reaction had been, at first, confusion; he thought that his wife had gone `round the bend, and simply was not going to come back. Roxanna’s had been, as one might expect, speechlessness and sheer awe. The confusion and awe gave way to amazement and pure delight as her mother gave a small demonstration: she pulled out her wand and said something under her breath and, all of a sudden, the vase on the coffee table in the living room was hovering in the air. It was miraculous, and defied everything that Tristian had been taught. How was this possible? It couldn’t be . . . could it?
Despite everything, Tristian seemed to accept his wife and her amazing talent soon enough, and was simply dumbstruck by the fact that his daughter was a witch, as well. How was a mere man, a physics professor, supposed to deal with a daughter with a talent he could only dream of? Rest assured, Wednesday said she would take care of the teachings for now, until it was time for Roxanna to head off to a magical institute.
Roxanna was nine when she was sent to live with her grandmother in London, England. Now, I bet you’re wondering, why on earth any parent would do that to their child, one that they loved so much? There was a good bit of commotion going on, at the time, around where Wednesday and her husband lived, along with where she worked, about blood impurities and the wrongness of “breeding” between muggles and magic folk. Since most people wouldn’t want their child to grow up in such an environment, despite how much it pained both parents, they chose to Roxanna off to live Wednesday’s mother in the English countryside. Grandmother Evelyn was the nice old woman one might be able to find in a book, as the playbook example of a good witch. Her husband, Harold, had died a few years prior to Roxanna coming to join her so, needless to say, the company was nice. Sure, she owned a few horses and a cat, as well as an owl, but nothing could be the companionship of your young granddaughter.
Grandmother Evelyn did her best to instruct the child in her mother’s absence, namely sticking with cooking and potions, Evelyn’s forte. Grandmother Evelyn and Roxanna had a great time together, learning from each other here and there, and fooling around and taking care of the animals there. Sometimes, Rox’s parents would sneak visits over to Grandmother Evelyn’s home, so as to check on their child and assure her that everything was just fine. But, of course, they had to head back to the United States for their jobs before long. Nonetheless, it was nice for Roxanna. And it wasn’t much longer after that that she received her acceptance letter to attend Hogwarts. She had laughed hysterically upon opening the letter, believing it to be some sort of hoax; and who could blame her, with a name like “Hogwarts”? Nonetheless, it was explained to her as being one of the best schools around and, of course, she was sent to attend it. Like her mother and grandmother had hoped, she was sorted into the house of Ravenclaw. While Roxanna didn’t much care for the place at first, she soon came to accept it for what it was, and understood the fact that she would be leaning in its halls for six more years to come. Now, it is her sixth year at Hogwarts. What with all this talk of blood impurity and Dark Lord worshiping, she does her best to stick to the shadows. Often hovering over her notes, she’d rather keep away from all that business of picking sides. With any luck, she’ll be able to scrape by her final years at the institution with everything intact.
NAME/ALIAS :: Shock[/blockquote]
CHAT :: Shock
HOW YOU FOUND US :: The marvelous Tina, of course.
OTHER CHARACTERS :: Rogue Moore and Zachariah Mortis (if accepted)
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