WESTWOOD, CYNTHIA PENELOPE

[CYNTHIA PENELOPE WESTWOOD]

CYNTHIA PENELOPE WESTWOOD.

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hello! i am benny and i am sixteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for three years. also, i play xxxx. if you want to contact me, reach me at benny. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : cynthia penelope westwood
NICKNAMES : cynthie, cyn, thea.
AGE : sixteen, eighteenth of november
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : british.
RELIGION : not religious.
SEXUALITY : heterosexual.
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : ravenclaw.
BLOOD STATUS : half-blood [father is half, mother is pureblood]
PLAY-BY : lucy hale.

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

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PATRONUS :
MIRROR OF ERISED : to see herself smiling, happy with what she has and content
AMORTENTIA : orange blossom, the smell of autumn (damp earth and wood burning), cinnamon.

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

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CYNTHIA DISLIKES :

• having to fill a silence, people with no goal in life, immaturity, crying, enclosed spaces, anything too sour or spicy, people who are too loud or boiserous, not being right.

CYNTHIA LIKES :

• literature and reading most texts, potions, mythology, intelligence, autumn and winter time, taking walks, mornings, photography, pumpkin juice, writing, collecting chocolate frog cards, drawing as it relaxs her.

GOALS :

• cynthia desires to finish hogwarts with perfect grades, it's a desire to travel, before settling down in a different country and doing a job she loves. cynthia hopes to be noticed for her intelect or creativity and can get a career she loves.

FEARS :

• being a failure, never getting anywhere in life, dying young.

SECRETS :

• has had crushes, but nothing serious as she doesn't feel comfortable to 'put herself out there', desires to see her mother and learn more about her father, .

WEAKNESS :

• quidditch, flying, communication with new people. she has a competative nature that when anyone challenges her to something, she can't help but release. she puts her trust into others easily and in that way is almost naive as she likes to give people second chances. cynthia can be snobby and has a tendancy to look down on others, even though she knows she shouldn't
  

STRENGTHS :

• her creativity and intelligence; understanding texts easily and picking up things. she knows when not to push things and how to keep calm under certain situations

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• intelligent ; she is articulate and takes on academics with ease. of course, she has some faults but does her best to try and get better.
  
  
• creative eye; she likes to experiment with different drawing materials and create pictures. usually its from observation though she often draws from imagination too, or photography.
  
  
• well mannered and mature; she isn't one to be yelling out in the middle of a professor or other person speaking and is considerate towards others. she tackles things maturely.
  
  
• however, a relativly childlike quality is unleashed when around those close to her, or around those that can wrangle this side of her out.
  
  
• practical things such as quidditch and flying difficult, not to mention quite boring to her.
  
  
• thea likes the feeling of being right, the self victory that comes with answering a question or gaining marks for her house.
  
  
• she enjoys seeing others happy and doesn't like crying.
  
  
• competetive streak that is revealed when countered with something or someone that challenges her.
  
  
• calm, serene person that prefers the silence instead of loudness of a party, but can be persuaded into attending sometimes.
  
  
• books are her haven she she likes to pour over them. it's the same with art, she loves to take photo's of senery, people, anything. she could stare at the same picture over and over and find something new.
  
  
• cynthia has a tendancy to look at thing from the other way, to put herself in others shoes instead of making assumptions or judging others.
  
  
• perceved to be smart by others, she still feels she has a lot to learn to achive what she wants and strives to get there.
  
  
• quite snobby. her new family's wealth has taken its toll on thea, sometimes losing herself and looking down on others. but with every fall she tries to catch herself and feels terrible for thinking so as it wasn't always as easy as it is now.
  
  
• once at hogwarts her personality developed over time, she made sure to open herself up a little bit since first year in hope to make friends. she values friendship and wouldn't let anyone she loves down.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : periguex, france
CURRENT RESIDENCE : bath, avon.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: student
MOTHER'S NAME :
miranda fenton, 43, biological mother
charlotte westwood, 41, ministry worker, department; improper use of magic office, foster mother
FATHER'S NAME : léon fenton, deceased, biological father

ethan westwood, 50, gringotts curse-breaker, foster father
SIBLINGS : name all the siblings.
OVERALL HISTORY :

periguex was almost one of the most perfect places to live. beautiful secenrey of old yet pristine buildings, warm weather that lingered until the sun was fully set behind the horizon and a place cynthia once called home. it was the place where her parents met, married and had their first and last born child. the two met while in a small cafe owned by miranda's parents, where she was waitressing. miranda was a french muggle, fair in looks with brunette hair and dark green eyes. léon was a british wizard, tall with pale skin and grey blue eyes and a look of general kindness. he had decided to leave england and persue his dream of becoming a photographer. where better to begin than one of the most beautiful countries on earth. the two started talking and things almost clicked into place. they had things in common, both divorced before, both decided to end that previous marriage as they hadn't been ready to make such a commitment. léon told miranda what he was, he had prevously feared it would make miranda think of him differently, a freak. but she didn't, instead she understood. weeks went by and the two got closer and a year later, miranda, 28 and léon, 31, found out miranda was pregnant.

cynthia addison fenton was born on the 12th of january, 1980. she was léon and miranda's world, the thing that kept them together and the base of their marriage. they decided to get married four years after the birth, both finally ready to make that final leap. it was barely a week before their wedding though, that léon died. miranda's world fell to pieces when she found out, depressing sweeping through her and knocking her down so hard she felt unable to recover. it was unavoidable, léon had a small tumour inside his chest, he was a time bomb. cynthia was just a baby at the time, couldn't speak, walk, understand what was going on. the mother and daughter were taken to the local hospital, miranda wasn't able to look after cynthia after being overcome with such shock, part of her denying that who was supposed to be her husband was dead. cynthia was taken to another hospital, on that was linked to st. mungo's in england. a nurse from the hospital her mother had been in was one of those rare muggles that knew about wizards and was told to send cynthia, a half blood witch, to the other hospital until her mother recovered.

by the time cynthia was three, the hospital she had practially lived her whole life was unable to care for her. cynthia was cared for by many nurses, those who adored her; she was never rude, loud but preffered to be read to or just drew silently, but was never unsociable. they had to take her to the orphanage, her mother still unable to be with cynthia, still ill. the orphanage was a place in béziers, france. it was where all wizarding children went to stay until they were fostered, or until their parents were able to look after them again. time passed for cynthia, her time at the orphanage spent reading mostly. she understood what was wrong with her mother, how her father died and that being the the orphanage was something she had to bare. though the carers were kind enough, the food filled her up warmly everynight and the beds were comfy, cynthia felt lonely. her way of life made her become mature for her age, but still childlike at heart. her maid was a young witch, no older than 20 but cynthia knew to respect her. cynthia learned how to control her emotions and therefore her powers, and also listened to tales about the wizarding world.

by the age of eight and no sight of improvement from her mother whom she vistited regularly, twice a month, cynthia noticed a change. her stay at the orphanage felt more and more contemporary. one morning she went back to her room for breakfast and found all her things packed, four people standing in her room. one was her assigned maid that had been the one to look after her over her years at the orphanage, the second, the grey yet strong toned matron who owned the place and two strangers. the man was short, stout and had an air of pride. the woman had sharper features, vivid red hair that was tied into a severe knot but warm brown eyes that contradicted her stern appearence. they were to be her new parents. and though cynthia felt a overwhelming sense of sadness and understanding, she left with them without an argument or tantrum.

the westwoods were kind wizards, yet intimidating in unknown ways. cynthia knew they were no nonsense people though she had never witnessed it, they simply gave off the sense she shouldn't try to test them. they were both purebloods; ethan westwood, her foster father, worked for gringotts and was away alot for business and charlotte worked for the ministry. the westwood manor was much more than cynthia had imagined; a huge old style brick, three storied mansion with tall windows, surrounded by a lining of tall trees. they were a wealthy family to say the least and wanted a child to share it with. charlotte had miscarraged twice and they had decided to adopt. they heard of cynthia's background and wanted to help. she settled in with the couple well, but never really felt that they were her parents. she loved them, but more like a child could love an uncle and aunt. she continued her premature learning for the wizarding world and found it more of a habit than hobby.

at 11, cynthia recieved her letter to hogwarts. she had read much about the school and felt a swell of excitement at the thought of entering the castle hereslf. writing back, telling them she was able to go, she signed her name cynthia westwood, taking on her foster parents name. she knew that she didn't have to but felt as if she could start a new there. not that she wanted to erase her former life, but she wanted to keep it seperate from hogwarts. she continued to write to her mother who felt guilty and upset that her daughter was gone, but put cynthia's happiness before her own. once at hogwarts, cynthia was sorted into ravenclaw house. potions and mythology have proved to be her strongest subjects while most practial seem to be her fault. cynthia knows what her goal is and hopes to achive it, this year being her sixth making sure to complete her study hard for upcoming n.e.w.t's and receive successful results.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

A trio of joggers tripped past the bench opposite the Cooper-Hewitt museum, two Constance girls sipping at their Starbucks coffee and a gaggle of St. Jude's boys took turns to take a hit from a joint that was being passed round. That moment on her hour of study hall Annabella was her own company. It had just gone five minutes past twelve and Anna Lovecchio was blissfully detached from her surroundings, the sound of traffic and mumbling pedestrians a mere buzz in the background as she stared down at her book. Her well used sketch pad was wedged between her leg and the wooden bench she sat on, the other legging clad limb crossed over it in a relaxed manner. Anna's scuffed, simple black boots that were her sisters tapped against the cracked concrete below her feet in a rhythmless beat. The relatively new jacket she wore over her old Constance uniform was draped over the aged beige fringe bag that sat beside her on the bench.

Anna was fully absorbed in the minuscule words on the tissue thin paper-that kind which made rustling sounds when you turned a page and had to be careful in case you ripped it. She was reading The Flanders Panel again, the Spanish version this time. A few days ago she'd found it in a charity shop round the corner from her house and picked it up, the cover pretty bruised and the spine threatening to fall apart but other than that, looking good. Besides, she hated the sheen of new books. This one had... personality, she thought it gave her an edgy look as she held it in one hand, the older containing a steaming coffee cup of her own. Not Starbucks like the other Constance girls were still drinking - now hovering in sight of the half-stoned St. Jude's boys - but a black, three sugars no milk beverage she'd purchased at a little corner shop. Not as great, granted, but it made Anna feel a little more hardcore - what with her Spanish novel and bad coffee. All that was missing was a cigarette, but since she was firmly against those 'cancer sticks' she would have to do without.

The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up, her tie loose around her neck and the wires of her white headphones linked to the crappy mp3 she owned were poking out her collar, the mp3 itself tucked into the waist of her wool school skirt and battery had died long ago. A dull buzzing came from beside her in her bag which she rooted around in before unearthing her silver cell phone, "Yeah?" She answered, her thumb acting as a bookmark as she waited for an answer. She never checked the caller ID tag, it was usually only her sister calling anyway, and the familiar reply that followed down the line proved this fact, Hey Anna. Listen, I'm staying at Franks tonight. Dad sent your money this morning - it's on top of the fridge. A frown had settled deeply into her forehead, her pinkie nail trapped in its usual grip between her teeth, "Again?" She tried to hide the disappointment, but it was clearly there. The silence on the other end of the line caused Anna to sigh. "Right okay. Thats fine." She forced enthusiasm into her voice, "I'll rent a couple of horrors and get some Sushi in. It's fine, you have fun." She smiled as if facing her older sister, as if she were standing right there.

Why don't you have some friends over? her sisters intentionally thoughtful suggestion only caused her frown to become more prominent. "Sure, whatever. Look, I gotta go. English Lit. See you...whenever." Anna lied before ringing off staring at her phone, dropping her hand into her lap. Shaking her head lightly, Anna threw it on top of her bag and picked up her book once more, trying to put off all thoughts of another evening alone.

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