PARKER; fawne annaliese

[FAWNE ANNALIESE PARKER]

FAWNE ANNALIESE PARKER.

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hello! i am rilo and i am legal and stuff years old. i am boarding the male train, and i have been role playing for a good many years. also, i play atticus parker. if you want to contact me, reach me at [e-mail] - msn address. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : fawne annaliese parker
NICKNAMES : fawne, anna, lie.
AGE : twenty-two, november 5th, 1957
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : scottish with just a hint of irish
RELIGION : agnostic, though she does tend to have somewhat more christian views.
SEXUALITY : heterosexual
STATUS : recently single.
MEMBER GROUP : la witch.
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood
PLAY-BY : rosie huntington-whiteley

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : lynx
MIRROR OF ERISED : she sees herself just...content. her brother by her side, and she doesn't have to hide from him who she really is.
AMORTENTIA : rain, fresh cut grass, lemon.

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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FAWNE'S DISLIKES :

• chocolate
  
• sardines
  
• the smell of gasoline
  
• tardiness
  
• loud, obnoxious people
  
• her lycanthropy
  
• elitists
  
• liars.

FAWNE'S LIKES :

• music
  
• boys
  
• going to the beach
  
• fuzzy shackles(makes her transformations a little more tolerable
  
• reading
  
• rainstorms
  
• thunder and lightning(it sounds like a clashing of titans)
  
• kitties!

GOALS :

• to be cured of her lycanthropy
  
• to lead a normal life
  
• to find a man who could hope to love her
  
• to not be living a lie
  
• to be accepted by her family and society
  .

FEARS :

• being outcast
  
• the full moon
  
• prejudiced people
  .

SECRETS :

• her lycanthropy(kinda a big one)
  
• she hates heights
  

WEAKNESS :

• the moon
  
• muggle music.

STRENGTHS :

• her intelligence
  
• charms.

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• shy
  
• quiet
  
• ambitious
  
• intellectual
  
• chipper
  
• defiant
  
• loyal
  
• the "suffering in silence" type
  
• caring
  
• cautious
  
• overly critical of herself
  
  
  
  
  
  

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : tirana, albania.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : london; england.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: EEYLOPS OWL EMPORIUM
MOTHER'S NAME : Drucilla Parker - 40 - Magical Botanist.
FATHER'S NAME : Frederick Parker - 55 - Dragon Breeder.
SIBLINGS : Atticus Castiel Parker.
OVERALL HISTORY :

Being the youngest sibling isn't always easy, and growing up in the environment that she had to deal with made this no walk in the park either. You try being a young girl growing up in a dragon encampment; it's not fun! Well, this is a lie, it was fun...but certainly not a very easy, or girly thing, for that matter. What made things all the more "enjoyable" was growing up with an older brother than liked to make life difficult. Oh yes, for Fawne, life had already decided to give her a hard time.

It was when Atticus was six that she knew things were not going to be easy. He showed his magical aptitude by transfiguring her night light into a toad, making her cry like she'd never cried before. It was awful! She hadn't wanted the thing in her room! She can't remember the event as clearly as most, as she was only two at the time, but she does remember crying...and hearing her brother's maddening laugh. Gosh, what a monster her brother was! At times, anyway. Growing up, he could be a real pain in the ass...but he looked out for her all the same, which Fawne did like. She wasn't the most coordinated of people, so it was nice to know she at least had Atti to pick her up when she fell. Course, when he left her for Hogwarts, she had to make due without him...which wasn't easy. True, she did get used to the overbearing warmth of dragon breath, and eventually grew to see the creatures as beautiful and majestic beings...but she missed her brother terribly. She had no one to hang out with...not for a good few years, either. Unfortunately, the age difference between Fawne and Atticus had been great enough, that when Fawne finally did come to Hogwarts, Atticus was nearly done with his schooling.

School...was...different. For the first time in her life, she was shoved into a social setting, and still didn't have Atticus at her convenience. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw, and he Slytherin, so they saw each other only at mealtimes for the most part, which was hard on the young girl. Eventually, she did make friends, a few very good ones, but school was...tough. She did enjoy her time there, despite to awkwardness of her social behavior. One who is in Ravenclaw does like the thirst of knowledge beyond anything else, and Fawne took to her lessons with vigor. She loved everything about school, particularly her charms lessons. Professor Flitwick easily was her favorite professor...which had nothing to do with his favoritism of Ravenclaw house.

It was after she graduated that things got...really difficult for young Fawne. She'd been out of Hogwarts for a year, and had returned to help her father with his work, and get a little abroad research in as well. Fawne had been alone one night, sitting in the shadows far from the large dragon that she had been studying...when she heard a rustling noise behind her. Thinking it was nothing to worry about, Fawne continued sketching away and taking notes, content that when she returned to England, she could turn in her information to a hospital or the ministry. It was when she heard more rustling, that she set her book down and went into the brush to investigate. She shouldn't have done that, as she could already feel the hair on the back of her neck stand, and her stomach knot...but curiosity got the best of her. It was then that the worst happened. In a flash, she was pinned to the ground, teeth and claws going at her. She cried out in immense pain as she felt in her pocket for her wand, calling out the first few incantations that came to mind before the beast had fled, leaving her in a small pool of her own blood. Frantic, she ran back to her room, hobbling as it were, as she did her own version of muggle triage. The pain was intense and burned unbelievably as she did her best to cover her wounds, in the back of her head though...only one thought was present "Oh Merlin...please don't let it be true..."

The then eighteen year old, with her whole life ahead of her...had suddenly stopped in her tracks. As the next full moon proved, she had become one of the most despised creatures in the world...and she couldn't let anyone know of it, least of all her family. What would Atticus think if he knew his little sister was a beast of damnation?
Finding a confidant in one healer, Fawne began to seek some forms of treatment, though nothing could take away what had been done. Once a month, Fawne finds herself making excuses to cover herself as the days lead to the full moon, up until the week where she locks herself into seclusion...hiding her beastliness from the world. She never wants to harm anyone...and now at twenty-two years old...she hopes she never will.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

Though he wasn't laughing openly or showing another side that he found her behavior to be hilarious, Lavinia still felt like a fool. The quirk of his eyebrow told it all. She had exposed her vulnerability, yet again, and had revealed to him that small, traceable crush. That's all it could be, as she had only known him for so many minutes. A half hour of her time spent with him at the very least, that warranted only a crush. Burying her face in her hands and walking away now seemed the brilliant idea, though she should have made the getaway long before that. Oh, how could she be so stupid? Lavinia had avoided getting too close to males for seven, nearly eighteen years. Since Caddy had died she had never let herself have a boyfriend, or even show the slightest interest. Oh, she certainly had messed up here. When she would get back to school, she would certainly find Ashton and tell her of the laughable mistake she had made. Knowing Ash, he wouldn't think it were that serious though, course once she dropped the name her friend's face would go rigid. He would probably make some retort about Tristan's sexuality and say he had an unhealthy addiction to Quidditch. Well, that was Ashton Wentworth for you. Lavinia's best friend through thick and thin and also one of the world's biggest prats.

The feelings of stupidity seemed to settle in, making a new home for themselves. She had avoided such feelings for so long, and then there was Tristan. It wasn't his fault he had brought out the silly girl Lavinia had tried so valiantly to dispose of. His hand went over hers and the words that sipped between his lips were calming. The feelings of embarrassment and stupidity started to fade away, though some parts still lingered to taunt her. A guy couldn't magically make every feeling he had brought out in someone go away with a few simple words. Life didn't work that way, no matter how badly you wanted it to.He lifted her light hand to his lips, and placed a soft kiss upon her skin once more. His next remark made her giggle, but if he were not jesting she didn't know how she truly felt about that. Lavinia didn't ask for a death wish, and if other witches were queuing up to see him she would most certainly be injured. Her beauty rivaled so many, she would surely be smacked around to ensure Tristan did not run off with her. It was a thought Lavinia wasn't fond of, and now wondered if she really would venture to his Department of the Ministry. He was cute, she couldn't deny that, but there were unseen factors to him as well. She would have to decide later on if he was worth the injury, course she would also have to decide then if there was something between them. There had been some connection, but maybe that was just the effects of the crush?

He pulled back from her, and looked from side to side. Lavinia, being the one to think overly much, analyzed the situation with to much paranoia. For a fleeting moment, her mind snapped to the idea that he was checking for his girlfriend, making sure she didn't see what he was doing or about to do. That would have been the most horrid let down of the century. To find out she had spent her time on a lost cause, flirting it up with a guy who was taken. When he leaned forward again, motioning for her to follow suit, she did it half-heartedly. Oh, that would be so wretched if he did have a girlfriend and she was just some tramp by the pool with a pretty figure. His hand met the side of her face, bringing her slightly closer.
He stole a kiss, pressed his lips to hers and took it. To deny that she enjoyed it would have been blasphemous.
A grin, a slight one, broke out across her face at his words. He could be so cocky, this one. The words he used made it seem like he knew what Lavinia wanted in life and it was him. It was a good theory, but oh so wrong...very close though.

Of all the things Lavinia could ever want in the world, only one came close to making her whole. It was the highest form of emotions, set high on a pillar for all to gaze upon. It was love. An orphaned girl with no family to speak of - no boyfriend and friends that she had to work hard to keep in touch with, to that girl, love was extremely. Lavinia had only ever dreamed of being loved by someone before. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to know that someone was always thinking about you, or that when you saw them next nothing else mattered. The idea nearly brought a tear to her eye, thinking of all she had missed at the expense of her lousy Father. She shuddered slightly, letting herself drop her thoughts for a moment. She had looked away from Tristan in her loss of time and space, and now looked back to him for some sense of comfort.

Her lips had been moving all the while, though she hadn't been paying attention to her own words. As her gaze met his, he looked either quizzical or politely bemused. She realized they were talking about Quidditch only after he repeated her. He had stopped her mid-sentence to get a word in. All she could do was nod. Yes, Chasing was her favorite position. She could play Keeper pretty well, and Seeking was a snap, but Chasing was the most fun. You actually had to be fast and skillful to keep up with the Quaffle, and to beat the opposing Chasers to it. You had to use tactics and that was just thrilling about the sport. She blushed as he made a comment about her. She nodded quietly. "It is rather ironic." She said without much enthusiasm. She tried to to show off her crush on him quite so much now. She had to mask some of those raw feelings.
At her mention of the Ukrainian Quidditch match against Greece, he tipped her a wink. How odd that they had so many qualities and occurrences so similar.
"I didn't manage to stay long after the match. My Father wanted to run home and tell Mum. She's the Greek one in our household...well...was." She faltered, noting again of her foolish behavior. Did she just admit to him that her mother had...passed on? Oh! Lavinia bad! Very bad!

At her mention of going to the Pitch later, she witnessed a few changes in his demeanor. At first his eyes brightened and a grin grew on his face. He seemed interested enough, but then he had a think and he let out a groan. The answer sank in, she was going to be turned down. The thought that she had been correct floated to her head. Maybe he really did have a girlfriend and she was just the pretty view he had spotted while away from such a girl. She must have been special, the girl Tristan was ditching her for...

When he spoke again, she had been right. He was leaving her, but he used his friends as the excuse. Well, if he was leaving her to be with another girl he wouldn't have just gone out and said that, would he? especially not if he planned on taking a look at the pretty view on other days and nights. He blew her a kiss, and also sent her a request, if ever she needed him, send him an owl.
"That goes both ways, dear." Lavinia called back with a grin. It was highly doubtful that she would be writing him anytime soon, and the she had a feeling he would never write her. They would most likely run into each other again, so that didn't bother her. Maybe then she could catch a glimpse of his girlfriend, whom Lavinia was sure existed. She sighed as she picked up hr wand and with a wave, sent everything into her bag.

Getting up, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the pool area, feeling that a swim wasn't necessary. She walked past Tristan and his mates, but didn't give a glance in their direction. She still had an ounce of dignity left, even if she had turned out to be a fool. Walking away not to quickly, she strutted to the exit, and after turning the corner she apparated as fast as she could back to Hogwarts Galaxia. She would have to tell Ash about her mistakes, and if she couldn't find him then she would run to Victoria or Georgie. She had to say something, she felt so...foolish.

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