Post by JASMINE ROSE CALLIWAY on Apr 9, 2010 16:20:15 GMT -5
JASMINE ROSE CALLIWAY
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[/size][/center]hello! i am clare marie and i am sixteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for four years. also, i play no other characters. if you want to contact me, reach me at ClareMarie1993 on AIM.. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : jasmine rose calliway
NICKNAMES : jazz, jasbag, J (jay)
AGE : 18, twenty nineth of september
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : british nationality
RELIGION : spirtulism
SEXUALITY : Bisexual.
STATUS : single
MEMBER GROUP : La Witches
BLOOD STATUS : halfblood
PLAY-BY : marion raven
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : ferret
MIRROR OF ERISED : jasmine would see herself, free. without anyone holding her back from her dreams, and telling her how to live her life. she'd also see a small boy, with deep blue eyes and dark hair. the son she wants to have when she's older.
AMORTENTIA : cinnamon, coffee, and vanilla.
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
JASMINE'S DISLIKES :
- cold weather, tea, water, her parents, the colour yellow, baths, early nights, being alone, classical music, backstabbers, homophobic people.
JASMINE'S LIKES :
- showers, coffee, naps, late nights, horror films, her independance, friends, ciggarettes, fire, rock music, comedy, dancing.
GOALS :
- to have a son
- to be her own person
- to make something of her life
- eventually get married
- to help end the war
- to get a decent job
- make amends, to some extent, with her parents.
FEARS :
- losing her friends
- dying in the war
- being burnt alive
- never finding love.
- never being loved..
SECRETS :
- most of her personality is just an act, so people don't get too close to her
- she loves romance, but is too scared to get involved so deeply
- commitment scares her
- She's trying to become fearless for that one person..
WEAKNESS :
- humour
- small animals
- sexy smiles
- chocolate.
STRENGTHS :
- quick thinking
- stubborness
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- Fun loving.
Jasmine doesn't let things affect her if they're not worth it, she's living her life to have a good time right now, and doesn't want that spoiling. - Carefree.
She figures she's going to die anyway, so why not take risks? She doesn't want to regret not doing something when it's too late. - Flirtacious
it ties in with her fun loving, she likes a good time, and those few short minutes of feeling desirable, and wanted. - Hardheaded
if she believes something, she believes it and you'd have to try to change her mind. She likes facts to back herself up, and she will use them against you if she feels the need - spontaneous
she doesn't tend to plan things, rather she just does whatever sounds best to her at that moment. She doesn't like living by the book. - Loyal
She will defend her friends, and be there for them if she finds them worthy of her time, she won't let anyone mess with them, and they'll nearly always come before guys - easy going
easy in all senses of the word. if you're going to show her a good time, she's yours, she'll go along with whatever you plan without fighting you and she'll take a chilled attitude with whatever you decide on. - Funny
She likes laughter, so she'll try to make you laugh, she isn't one who's serious - not even in the middle of the war. she'll try to crack jokes, although everyone has their serious moments. - proud
she won't hear a bad word about anyone she likes, or herself. She's the type of girl who's proud of where they are in the world, even their actions despite knowing they might be wrong. - Strong
She won't let little things bother her, and she isn't the type to cry over spilt milk. she'll just take it in her stride and get on with life.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : Manchester, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Camden Town, London
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Currently in a corperal building, as an assistant.
MOTHER'S NAME : Stacey Calliway [Nee Cooper].
FATHER'S NAME : Robert Calliway.
SIBLINGS : No siblings.
OVERALL HISTORY :
[/size]Jasmine was the first and only child born to the Calliways, which meant she had a pretty easy life. She was born on the 29th of September, in centeral Manchester, very close to one of the rougher estates. Her mother was a Muggle who had lived there all her life, and her father a wizard, who had met Stacey on one of his trips through. They doted over her, before marrying when she was two. That was when they decided to move to London, to get away from most of the crime surrounding Manchester. Her mother did most of the looking after her, her father deciding to work instead of stay at home. He was hardly around when Jasmine was awake, and as she grew older, she began to think that was her fault and she'd drove him away some how. Depressing thoughts for such a young girl. She'd tried to talk to her mother about it, but it was hard to put what she was thinking in to words at that age, and anyway, her mother seemed much more busier now than she used to be.
When Jasmine was six, they split up, her father moving out and moving further north, still close enough that Jasmine could see him. She did, a few times, but she felt uncomfortable there. Especially when he re-married. She never really learnt why her mother and father had seperated, and never thought to ask, but she knew she recognised her daddy's new wife. A lady from his business and she'd linked it together. She didn't know if it was an affair, or if her dad had left so he could be with the new lady. She didn't want to know, she had a feeling it would make her dislike him that little more. She grew up attending a Muggle primary school. Her mother being a Muggle didn't know much about Hogwarts, only what she'd been told from Robert, and therefore never really gave it any thought. Jasmine hadn't shown any magical abilities either, as far as she'd seen, so it had surprised her a little when the letter turned up on her eleventh birthday.
That was one of the happiest days of her life, going to a new school, finding out that she was like her daddy and that she could do mangic. Her mother had contacted him that day, to tell him his daughter had got in to the same school that he did, and he volunteered to take her to Diagon Alley in order to get her stuff since her mother didn't know where it was - he still amde the effort with Jasmine, just not as much as she'd have expected from a father. She went with him, and his wife - which had annoyed Jasmine that he'd brought her along, and he'd helped her pick an owl, and the stuff she wanted to use for her school years, and her robes. It was the only time she can remember that her and her father actually bonded.
When she got to Hogwarts, she was placed in to the Ravenclaw house, although she didn't understand why, because she was never like the others, she didn't like studying and she didn't really think she was naturally smart - she picked up on the magic quickly enough, and she never got bad grades, but she didn't try for them, and she didn't study except for when she had an important exam. It was during her magical years at Hogwarts she gained her trust issues. It's the usual school girl stuff, girl gets boyfriend, boyfriend cheats on girl, girl gets insercure, although Jasmine gained issues as well, she didn't like the idea of being that close to someone and giving them those types of means to hurt you, so she didn't She had brief flings, fumbles in the dark, that sort of stuff, never actually getting close enough to anyone to be hurt.
At the age of seventeen, she graduated from Hogwarts, and even though her grades were good, she didn't immediantly go to work, she did try out at a part time thing, and is still there now, but it wasn't something she did instantly, she's only worked there a few months now. Instead, she spent most of her time, having fun. Going out with guys and girls, never ringing them. She occasionally feels like she messed up. Her parents haven't spoken to her since she left school, after she told them that she swung both ways, sexually, they were against any type of gayness, being strict Christians, although she never really knew what that had to do with anything. She just guessed they didn't really like her.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Blaise had to get out. He couldn't spend any more time in his house, it was getting annoying and overly heated. It wasn't too warm, considering it was Britian, but it was just the thought of being in that place any longer with his mother. There had been a time when he'd liked her, loved her even, but now it was a completely different matter. He still loved her, don't get him wrong on that count, but he didn't respect her and he didn't see her as a motherly figure. She spent too long just chasing after more men, who had money. He didn't feel like going to find anyone though, usually he'd go find Draco or one of the others, just so he wasn't alone, but today, he didn't have the energy to go looking for his friends. If they found him then that was great, but otherwise, it looked like he was going to be alone for the day. Oh, joy has he. Plus, on top of it all, he didn't really feel half as close to his friends as he used to - it seemed like they were all slipping away slowly. Draco had started to change, and was becoming more secretive, and it was hard enough getting him to talk in the first place. Pansy had been a little off since Draco had ended their... relationship, and he hadn't actually seen Daphne for a while anyway. He didn't know if that was his own fault, if he was subconsciously avoiding her of if it was just coincidence.
He'd done a lot of thinking on the subject of his friends over this summer - mainly because he'd had nothing better to do and the days seemed to drag onwards, going longer and longer until the nights and days seemed to merge together in an uneducated blur. He didn't want to be the one to try and separate them again, he'd let Hogwarts do that for him. It usually did anyway. Every holiday, it seemed to be the same old routine. The days would drag on too far, and he'd find himself becoming restless with usual, everyday activities. He never found anything better to do though, his mind always went blank when he tried to think of something he could even consider as being fun. Something to make time speed up again. He'd tried to surround himself with the good things in his life, his little brother being one of them. He'd always felt like he owed that child something. He'd had a decent enough life, but his brother's had been completely different, what with their mother marrying over and over again when her latest produce died. He wasn't even sure what number she was on anymore, he'd have to ask her at some point when he felt like it. Preferably in front of her next love interest so he could get away. Of course, that would cause problems for Blaise, and his mother would probably curse him but it was something he was willing to take if it meant he could escape yet another tedious ceremony.
This was how he'd come to be in Diagon Alley. He'd been trying to find a new way to get back to feeling good, and nothing as yet had worked. He was trying one last thing - he was going to get an animal. It wasn't much and it wasn't really anything special, but it was something he'd have ownership of and could look after properly. He wasn't usually one to even like animals. It was just the temptation of having his own little furry friend, who he could talk to when it suited him, not them. He stepped in to the noisy Menagerie, his nose being assaulted with all different animal smells, and the racket becoming much more loud. He had a quick glance around, before going straight around to one of the cages, looking at the slightly large cats that were stored there. He already had an owl, although it was technically a family owl, but a cat sounded nice. They were independent, he wouldn't have to watch over it constantly. It didn't take him long to pick one. A pure black one, sans a spot on it's right paw that was filled in white. A boy. He didn't have a name for him just yet, but he'd think. He turned to leave, half out of the doorway before pausing and looking around the long street, not for anything in particular. Just something.
