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Post by ten on Feb 3, 2008 6:05:30 GMT
Finished? Yes
O N _ Y O U
Name/Alias: Meg
Gender: Feeeeeeemale
Experience: 2 years and some change
Location: Tejas
C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E
b a s i c s
Full Name: Hortense Gwendolyn Everard. Yes, her mother hates her. And unless you have a death wish, you’ll only call her ‘Ten’. Strange nickname? Maybe. But what else was she supposed to go by? Hor?
Age: Just turned 19
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: December 27, 1988
Tainted? yes
Ability: hypnokinesis (the ability to send an individual into a trance-like state and mentally manipulate an entranced individual via hypnotic suggestion). 3 years after her ability first developed, Ten likes to think she’s made pretty significant progress when it comes to controlling her little ‘talent’. She’s able to put just about anyone under a pretty deep trance, so long as she’s within a few feet of them. The farther away she is, however, the less likely it is for that trance to hold, though the weaker minded the individual (or the more trusting), and the easier it is for her to maintain it. She’s dabbled a bit with hypnotic persuasion... but so far she’s only been successful with that when she’s practicing on her sister, Charlotte who, while she doesn’t always fall under the category of weak minded, she could always be considered trusting.
Beliefs: For someone who likes to be in control, having developed the particular ability that she did was more a blessing than anything else. And as she’s the only one in her immediate family to have any such ability, she doesn’t give the whole ‘tainted versus untainted’ dichotomy much thought. To her, being ‘Tainted’ isn’t much different than being smart, or creative. It’s simply a part of who she is, and she uses it (as every other talent she possesses) to her advantage whenever she can.
As for her views on the tainted versus untainted... it’s hard to say. Maybe after she’s spent a little bit of time in San, with others like herself, she might have more to say on the matter.
a p p e a r a n c e
Eyes: Ten has slightly large blue-gray eyes that tend to mimic her moods. They can range from the cold, hard color of tempered steel when she’s angry (which is most of the time anyways), or turn as soft and hazy as smoke when she’s happy or sentimental.
Hair: Long, slightly wavy hair falls down past her shoulders, the color hovering somewhere between brown and black, though in the sun it has a little red in it as well. It’s usually pulled up into a ponytail to keep it out of her way, though occasionally she’ll leave it down (which lends a more feminine appeal to her face).
Height: Just over 5’10”, she’s a bit taller than most girls (and some of the boys as well), which only gives her the advantage when she tries to intimidate them.
Weight: right around 125. A little lean for her height, she’s not exactly built but she’s got curves in the right places all the same.
Distinguishing Features: Among several (ok, many) scars she’s acquired over the years of rough and tumble play and multiple sports, Ten has a crescent shaped scar, just barely visible over her right eyebrow. She also has a tattoo... though where and of what is a secret only she knows.
Other: Ten doesn’t really consider herself particularly ‘pretty’. She went through an awkward period that lasted essentially from her birth up until her 18th birthday, when apparently her genes decided to kick in and lend a hand. Suddenly, she found herself facing the admiring gazes and flirtatious advances of the boys that had been merely friends for so long... and she didn’t much like the extra attention (at first, anyways). Still, for all of that, she doesn’t make much of an effort. Makeup almost never graces her face; a face that can, depending on her mood and thoughts, be anything from passably pretty to downright impish. Large blue-gray eyes dominate the delicately boned face that one would expect from her aristocratic heritage, and are usually a person’s best gauge when it came to determining what kind of mood the volatile girl happened to be in. Blessed with a speedy metabolism (and owing largely to the time she spends running away from authority figures), she has a lean, athletic build that’s just curvy enough to be considered feminine, though anyone that knows her well enough wouldn't expect her to look feminine anyways. More at home in well worn jeans and a sweater, she wears dresses only when forced... which happens more often than she'd like, with her family. She walks the line between her family’s expectations of her comportment and her own desire to have a bit of fun.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
- Sports (the rougher, the better. Though she’s particularly good at football)
- Irritating Brody (she has to settle for doing so over the phone, these days)
- Irritating her mother
- Irritating people in general
- Arguing
- Sarcasm
- Brody Hathaway
Dislikes:
- Dresses
- The color pink
- Not getting her way
- Chauvinists
- Being wrong
- “Princesses”
- Rules
- Brody Hathaway
The Good Points: Ten’s an exceedingly loyal friend... willing to punch, pummel or down right desecrate anyone that gets on the wrong side of someone she cares about. Strong minded and iron willed, she doesn’t tend to take flack from anyone, and stands firm in her beliefs (as wrong as some might be).
The Bad Points: Where ‘strong minded’ could be considered a compliment, ‘stubborn’ definitely isn’t. And Ten tends to cross that line rather frequently. If her mind is set on something, there’s no swaying her... even if the thing she has planned is the farthest thing from ‘good’ for anyone involved. She loves to fight, and often says things with the direct intent of getting under the skin of her opponent... the only problem being once she gets going, she never seems to know when to stop, and ends up irritating or angering the very people she considers herself closest to as a result.
Habits: Would arguing be considered a bad habit? Well, above and beyond that, Ten has several tell tale signals that give her thoughts away, if you know what you’re looking for. She tends to bite her bottom lip when she’s nervous or unsure, her eyebrow raises over her right eye whenever she’s poking or feeling sarcastic, and has a habit of humming a song from her childhood whenever she’s feeling scared.
Possessions/Obsessions/Other: Ten’s most prized possession is a tired, worn-out stuffed bunny named Snapple, that plays “You are my sunshine” rather pathetically on it’s near-broken music box. She’s had it since she was an infant, and despite the fact that she’d be mortified if anyone found out about it, she keeps it nearby most all the time. Her obsessions? Well, first and foremost that would probably be her best friend Brody Hathaway, as he’s the only person she’s ever met that seemed to really understand her.
o r i g i n s
Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales
Family:
Ten is the youngest of 4 siblings. Daniel, 29, got his blond hair and brown eyes from his father, though where his build came from, no one in the family is entirely sure. A hulking 6'3, he's not someone you'd want to tangle with. And when you add the temper, he's almost someone you don't want to be around to begin with. Scott, 26, is a mix of his mother and father. Dark brown hair the exact same shade as Ten's (a tribute to their overbearing mother) frames a face that's often lit with laughter. Deep brown eyes that match his brother and fathers give him a personable, approachable look in direct contract with his brother's. Charlotte, 22 is the most affable of the siblings. Curly blond hair and blue gray eyes combine in a look that is best described as 'girly'. She's the princess of the family, falling into line with her mother's wishes with ease, though thankfully not going as far as her mother to ensure Ten did so as well.
Growing up, it was Dan and Charlotte who were close, though why was anyone's guess. Maybe it was the gentle femininity that the blond girl portrayed, which brought out the protective spirit in Dan. Regardless of the reason, the 7 year difference between the siblings never seemed that long. Scott and Ten, on the other hand, were close in a very different way. As a child, she followed he and his friends around mercilessly, something he lucky didn't mind overmuch and allowed with minimal complaining. All the time they spent together over the years led to the close relationship they have now.
Her parents... well, that’s where things get sticky. Ten’s father Martin is the affable sort; laid back, easy going and the kind of guy that most people get along with instantly. He and Ten have always been fairly close, their only bone of contention being the way that Martin typically backs down in the face of his wife. Ten’s mother, Diana, however... well, to say she and Ten don’t get along would be the understatement of the year. Every inch the “Lady”, Diana’s sole purpose on this earth seems to turn Ten into the perfect likeness of herself; girly, well mannered and essentially everything Ten loathes.
None of Ten’s immediate family are Tainted... in fact, none that she can think of in her family tree at all are. At least not as far as she knows.
History:
Born in Cardiff, Wales to a rather wealthy and well to do family, Ten Everard never really wanted for much of anything. She grew up in what would have been most little girl’s fantasies; as many dolls to play with as she could possibly want, more pretty dresses and fancy hats than she could wear in 10 years and a mother who positively exuded the kind of feminine appeal most girls found themselves emulating.
Ten was absolutely miserable.
More at home on a football field or climbing trees than she’d ever been playing with dolls or having tea parties, she was a constant source of headaches and confusion for her mystified mother. Over the years, once it became apparent that Ten’s affection for boyish pursuits and trouble weren’t exactly merely a phase, the minor spats that had occurred rather often during her earlier childhood turned to full out war. Cotillion lessons and other hours of torture involving dresses, dancing and myriad of other things became Diana’s favorite way to punish her youngest daughter. The efforts, it seemed, only backfired, making Ten even more determined to go against her mother's wishes. Now, where she had just intended to do her own thing originally, she rather relishes the effect that her behavior has on her 'ever suffering' mother, doing what she can to make the woman's life miserable just as she had done to Ten in years past.
Perhaps that's part of the reason Ten frequently switches demeanors with little to no warning... One never knows, running into her on the street, if the girl they meet is having a polite sort of day, or one where she’d rather set fire to someone’s books rather than help with them. It’s really timing, coupled with her own fickle moods, that determines which of Ten’s many personalities that one meets. A gently reared, aristocratic young woman (well, her mother tried to raise her as such, anyways), she can be every inch a lady when a situation demands it. So long as it's not required of her for an extended period of time. If left to her own devices, however... Well, that was generally when the ‘true’ Ten came out.
Suffice it to say, even while Diana was busy trying to push more ladylike pursuits on Ten, she frequently escaped across the river that ran behind her home and did as she damn well pleased. It was on just such a day, back when she was around 6 or 7 that Ten first ran into Brody Hathaway. A towheaded, athletic little boy, leading a bunch of the neighborhood kids in a pickup game of football. Which, he’d arrogantly told the then diminutive Ten, she couldn’t join since she was a girl. Not exactly one to take such things lying down, she’d promptly punched him soundly in the gut, stolen the ball he’d had stuck under one arm and begun to play despite him. Maybe it was fear of her that had them forging those tentative bonds of friendship over a mutual love of the game. Or maybe it was just fear that word would get out that he’d been beaten up by a girl. But either way, the two had become inseparable after that fateful day, and Ten had been over at the Hathaway house for more often than she’d been at her own.
And then one day, in the summer after their 15th birthdays (which even those were less than a month apart from one another), Brody’s family moved away. They kept in touch, through phone calls and emails, but it simply wasn’t the same as being able to run across the short distance between their houses and finally feel at home. For months Ten had holed herself up in her room, refusing to deal with the reality that now not only was her only escape from her mother gone, but she’d be forced to face her utterly alone as well. It had been a dark, bleak time for the girl... until a few months after her 16th birthday, when she’d discovered a rather handy ability.
After a heated argument with her mother, over the usual topics of manners and dress, Ten had whirled around (abruptly more enraged than usual, after having a spat with Brody earlier on the phone) and her mother had instantly capitulated. Utterly perplexed, as Diana was very much her daughter’s mother in the fact that she rarely backed down, Ten’s brain had begun working overtime. And it hadn’t taken long to figure out what she had done, even if it had taken awhile for her to perfect it.
Now, things were a little better... of course, being able to control her mum’s mind tended to help matters a bit. But for all of that, she hadn’t been able to see her best friend in the many years since he’d moved, between her mother’s constant vigilance and Brody’s father’s incomprehensible hatred of her. But now that she’s finally old enough to do what she wants (and her mother’s finally out of the picture long enough for her to put the plan into action), Ten’s on her way to San to try and make her own way. With the only person she’s ever felt connected to from the beginning.
m i s c
RP Sample:
From another HP RPG... and really, this adds a bit to their history as well (minus the hogwarts stuff)
It had been a little over 7 months since Ten Everard had seen her best friend. Just over 218 days... 5236 hours, to be exact. For anyone, this was a ridiculously long time to be without someone you cared about. But for Ten, it went beyond even that.
They had been friends for years, before the word “Hogwarts” had any real meaning, beyond ‘that place where their older sisters disappeared to’. Ten’s older sister Charlotte had been extremely close to Imogen, the eldest of the Hathaway clan, from their first moment at Hogwarts, which resulted in Ten being taken (or, rather, dragged against her will) numerous times to accompany her sister on her trips to visit her friend.
At the age of 7, she’d wanted nothing to do with the bull-headed boy closest to her in age. He had teased and poked at her mercilessly, calling her names and generally doing whatever he could to get under her skin (a habit he’s honed to a deadly weapon over the years). It had all been child’s play until one summer before her 10th birthday, when Brody had taken it upon himself to start a small game of quidditch with a few of the neighborhood kids. Ten, he’d decided, could be the cheerleader. It was all in the spirit of fairness, to his way of thinking, since in his mind no girl could hope to beat him at the sport. Ten, not being the type to sit and bemoan her fate, had promptly lugged the quaffle straight into his gut... causing the young Brody Hathaway to see her in a whole new light, once he’d regained the breath her throw of the ball had stolen.
A tentative friendship had begun to bloom after that, the two spending increasing amounts of time together as their sisters’ friendship strengthened. But even that had changed during the hot summer months after their first year at Hogwarts, the tentative bond growing to total dependency when a sudden outbreak of measles had them quarantined for weeks, with only each other (and Livie, another of Brody’s neighborhood friends who had snuck in despite the adult’s warnings) for comfort and company. It had been the longest fortnight of her life... and it had resulted in the three of them becoming completely inseparable.
She and Brody hadn’t spent more than a few days apart ever since... Olivia, being the outgoing, personable sort she was, had been a bit more independent over the years; frequently jetting off to the Alps with her parents for the holidays, or socializing with her many conquests at parties. And while Ten felt every bit as close to her as she did Brody, that element of dependency wasn’t quite as strong. Without Brody, she felt empty... and 5236 hours of emptiness was enough to drive anyone half out of their mind.
Brody had left them just after the term had properly started. And while he’d promised to do his best to be back at the school before March, one month had turned into 3 before he was finally able to get out of the crazy military institution his manic father had stuck him in.
Well, ‘father’.
That was the crux of the rest of their problems. While Brody had finally been free of Crapella College (as Ten had so lovingly termed the military academy he’d been sentenced to), he’d been forced to go to Boomer’s (Brody’s uncle... who they’d all recently discovered was actually his father...) home in Ireland, to take care of his younger sister Isolde, who had also turned out to be Boomer’s offspring. Concerns for Izzy had kept Ten and Liv away from Dublin for the entirety of the summer, with only a few measly phone calls keeping them in touch with their closest friend. Ten’s head hurt just thinking about it. Since when did real life sound more like a Muggle soap opera than reality?
Somehow, they’d made it through the summer; Ten opting to spend the majority of it at Olivia’s house, out of a combination of needing to be near her friend, wanting to be near the Hathaway’s as much as she could (and since they lived within a mile of the Covington manor, it was really quite handy), and absolutely refusing to spend 3 months alone with her mother. There’d been shopping sprees (courtesy of Olivia’s mother, who could think of nothing better to take their mind off of their misery... which resulted in Ten looking far more fashionable as she walked through the station at Kings Cross than she normally did) and long summer days spent lazing about by the pool. Dylan, who had somehow managed to endear himself to Olivia during the previous school term, had been a constant companion as well, which helped serve as a distraction. After all, Carlyle was nothing if not a good target for venting frustration, even if he had been growing on her over the past few months.
But through it all, nothing had quite dissipated the emptiness that Ten felt with Brody’s absence. She’d never dreaded going back to the school that was more like home than the house she lived in with her parents. But neither had Ten ever experienced the kind of nervous excitement that she awoke to on the day she, Olivia and Dylan were to leave for London, and the journey back to Hogwarts.
In his last phone call, Brody had said he would be there at the platform... barring any kind of interference from Glynn, which he swore he didn’t anticipate. So Ten had dressed with care, taking the extra time to look her best in a very uncharacteristically ‘girly’ manner. Liv had helped tame her heavy hair into a stylish and deceptively simple pony tail, had even loaned her a pair of golden chandelier earrings that probably cost more than her entire house in London. She left the enormous manor the Covington’s called home with a spring in her step and a lightness in her heart that had been missing for the past 200 some odd days. Even the 3 hour ride into London in the back of the limo with Carlyle sweet talking Liv couldn’t quite repress her suddenly upbeat mood.
Not for one second did she believe he wouldn’t be there.
But after 30 minutes of frantic searching along the entire length of Platform 9 ¾, Ten was forced to accept the fact that whatever she’d expected, Brody simply wasn’t there. She’d run into Kynan and Aelwyn, who had been every bit as concerned as she with Brody’s absence, but who, unfortunately, hadn’t had information other than what Ten herself already knew. Fearing the worst, and dreading another term without him by her side, she’d boarded the train with her friends, taking solace in the fact that while she might not be with him, she wasn’t alone in wishing he was there. The 6 hour train ride had been filled with theories and conjectures about his absence, Ten growing steadily more upset and withdrawn with every passing second.
Something was wrong, she knew it in her gut. Why else would Brody have missed the train? Glynn must have come along, sent him to some other horrible Muggle school where she’d never be able to get to him... ’Well, to hell with that,’ she thought to herself with characteristic strength, scowling with the thought. ’Liv and I will bust it down, no matter what he tells us to do...’ In truth, the only thing that had kept the two of them out of trouble last term had been Brody’s requests that they stay put, and let him handle the situation. Over the summer, visiting hadn’t been an option either, with the distance to Boomer’s house and the situation with Izzy being what it was. But no matter what the circumstances, Ten Everard wasn’t the type to sit around and do nothing. She’d find a way to see him, even if he didn’t want her to...
The train ride was long, with thoughts like that keeping her company, and everyone in their compartment, from Carlyle to Aelwyn, could feel the tension as they all wondered what had happened. Liv and Dylan spent most of the time in whispered conversation, though she spared a worried glance in Ten’s direction from time to time. The mutinous expression on her face had everyone giving her a wide berth, not daring to incite her infamous temper while she was in such a dark mood. It suited Ten just fine, as her own conjectures over the situation were more than enough to keep her busy for the long train ride...
Eventually, they found themselves in the large black carriages that always carried the older students up to the castle and the waiting feast. She followed the flow of students almost absentmindedly into the Great Hall, finding absolutely no joy in being back without Brody there to joke and laugh with. All around them, 3rd years giggled and 2nd years scrambled to find the best seats along the houses’ long tables, the atmosphere light and carefree for all but their small group.
It put her on edge, the way the others were carrying about as if nothing at all were the matter, and the scowl on her face deepened as she pushed her way forcefully past some sblack personing Gryffindors to sit at her usual spot along the Slytherin table. She was barely aware of Liv sitting down next to her, her icy glare focused on the empty goblet in front of her as visions of yet another long, pointless term loomed before her. It was their last year... they were meant to have fun, enjoy their last months at the school that was every bit as much home as their own (and indeed for her, even more). But no, now it was ruined... and all because of his stupid git of a father...
“I can’t believe this,” she growled, her voice sounding foreign even to her ears after the hours of self-imposed silence. The food suddenly appeared before them, the Headmistress having given her usual welcome speech without Ten even being aware of it, and she reached over for a scoop of potatoes. “As if it wasn’t bad enough going through last term... what in Merlin’s name are we meant to do for another without him?”
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