SKEETER, rita lillian

[RITA LILLIAN SKEETER]

RITA LILLIAN SKEETER.

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hello! i am meg and i am nineteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for six years. also, i play ceti, nicholas, iezabel, alexzandra & mordred. if you want to contact me, reach me at pm or on my admin account. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : rita lillian skeeter
NICKNAMES : reet, skeeter
AGE : eighteen, march twenty
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : english.
RELIGION : none (witch).
SEXUALITY : heterosexual
STATUS : taken.
MEMBER GROUP : witch.
BLOOD STATUS : halfblood
PLAY-BY : make sure to reserve them/and claim them as well.

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

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PATRONUS : beetle. like her animagus form
MIRROR OF ERISED : she see's herself as the top gossip columnist for the wizarding world
AMORTENTIA : new parchment, ink, roses

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

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RITA'S DISLIKES :

• having nothing to gossip about
  
• bad reviews
  
• being ignored
  
• physical pain
  
• Not getting the reaction she likes to what she classes as good gossip
  
• sticky objects
  
• the giant squid
  
• disgusting smells

RITA'S LIKES :

• being the centre of attention
  
• people reading her column
  
• anonymous tips from readers
  
• scandelous rumors that she can post
  
• being able to eaves drop on everyone
  
• writing for the prophet
  
• drama caused by rumors
  
• gossip

GOALS :

• to be the best column writer for the prophet
  
• to have her articles published overseas
  
• to find the ultimate story that will make everyone read her article
  
• to find love, though she does not want to be tied to strongly
  
• to be the first on the scene to every good gossip story there is (though this will probably never happen)

FEARS :

• spiders... and mice... yes, fear and spiders and mice!
  
• being unable to breath
  
• being stuck in her animagus form (as she has only newly learned how to transform)

SECRETS :

• wishes that she wasn't an only child so that she had a ready made friend
  
• Sometimes gets tired of all the abuse she gets from her gossiping

WEAKNESS :

• gossip... she cannot resist a good story
  
• she is very nosey, it gets her into trouble
  
• loves listening to herself -- its is very distracting
  
• people often find her annoying

STRENGTHS :

• knows how to find a good scandal
  
• writing -- she is a former ravenclaw after all
  
• charms (class)
  
• gossiping

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• Gossip; rita cannot resist a good story, if there is something to be told (even if it is just heresay) she will report it, she feels that it is her duty.
  
• Sneaky & Cunning; in order to get the scoops without getting caught it is required. She is often told that she would have made a good Slytherin and truth me told it was the hat's other choice.
  
• Intelligent & Witty; she has the brains, she just wastes them on mindless gossip rather than reputable writing. Her phrases are often well thought out and show a sort of dry humor
  
• Manipulative; she knows how to get what she wants out of someone, even if it means that she has to toy with them to do it. She will use most tactics at her disposal.
  
• Vain; rita is in love with her appearance, very careful of how she appears in public and, sometimes, a little over so. She is constantly checking her appearance in mirrors.
  
• Annoying; a lot of people see her constant presence and her quick quotes quill as the most irritating things in the world and will stop speaking when she is around... unless they don't know about it
  
• Spoilt; being an only child she is use to getting her own way all the time everytime
  
• Hotheaded; insult her or her column and you will find yourself on the other end of her wand. She has a fiery temper that could match a dragon's at times
  
• Like Honey; she is smooth, sweet and very, very bad for you! She attracts those who think they can tame her when what she really wants is the bad boys who are exactly like she is.
  
• Observant; she is always watching, keeping an eye on everyone in order to find out what she needs to know. She can't rely on simply owls to find out the gossip now can she?

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Manchester, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Manchester, England.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Column Writer, Daily Prophet
MOTHER'S NAME :
Chastity Jane Skeeter (née Hayward)
FATHER'S NAME :
Breckin James Skeeter
SIBLINGS :
rita is an only child.
OVERALL HISTORY :

March Twentieth Nineteen Sixty One. The day will never go down in history as a day of some great victory or another but it was significant enough in the lives of Breckin and Chastity Skeeter. It was on this day (a day some eighteen years ago) that their first and only child, Rita, was born. Rita was named after two relatives who had died previous to her birth. Her Great-Aunt Rete and her many greats-grandmother Lillian, both relatives on her mother's side of the family. As a pureblood family dating back over nine generations, the Skeeters had high values and raised their daughter to be a lady of class, one who would be seen and not heard: the perfect wife. Due to these teachings, from a young age, Rita learnt to listen rather than speak and it was this that lead to her finding out more about people. She was taught to observe rather than engage in conversation and one can find out a lot if they simply listen.

Growing up Rita was never close to her parents, not once she hit around the age of nine. She preferred to sit down and pretend to write things about her family, a trait that would later spark her desire for writing and for writing gossip. She withdrew herself from her family a lot, sitting in her room with a quill and ink and locking herself into her fantasy land where she was everything she wanted to be. Her first sign of magic, at the age of five, resulted in an inkwell exploding over a room of the Skeeter house because her father said that women did not write, they were to be seen and not heard. Even at such a young age Rita had the desire to prove her father wrong and to make it on her own in the writing world.

September First Nineteen Seventy One. Rita had recieved her Hogwarts letter a few short months ago and she was off for her first year at Hogwarts. Her head was filled with wonderous ideas of the things she would learn and how she would prove that she was worthy of her family name (not that her parents had indicated she wasn't, merely that daydreaming was not an adequate passtime for a lady). When she arrived, however, the young lady was sorted into Ravenclaw and things were a little difficult from there. The house was one of intelligence and her father was forced to realise that his daughter might not be the mindless housewife he believed she should grow up to be. This would not sit well with the family whose son had been contracted to marry the young Skeeter girl and, sure enough, said family withdrew their offer. Life at Hogwarts was never easy for Rita. Her writings about other students began to cause a stir and people began sending rude owls and nasty howlers. Eventually, however, after one piece of gossip turned out to be true, the school let her be and she went back to her writing.

Now Rita has a position with the Daily Prophet writing her own gossip column, a rather huge achievement for the eighteen year old. Scandals around the wizarding world are being exposed and she is facing more abuse than ever but with the number of owls giving her tips offs (and her newly acquired animagus form, that of a beetle) the young woman is set to take the world by storm... Or create one!

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 15TH

Mordred Rydell was not what one would expect from a typical Slytherin. Yes he was ambitious and cunning and these traits were dominant but somewhere beneath the surface there was something else. If one dared to look they would see someone filled with pain, someone longing for acceptance and love, something he had not felt from anyone other than his baby sister. Not in a long time. Few cared to look beneath the mask, however, and each day he trudged along, making it work out the same as the day before. That was until she came along. She was a seventh year Ravenclaw, somewhat of a mystery to Mordred. She was none other than Grace Foster and she made him feel so conflicted within his own mind that he had no idea if down was up or south was right. She had brains and beauty and that was something that he could respect, especially since she did not come across as vain, at least to him. For that he could overlook the fact that her cousin was their Charms Professor.

Mordred had been so lost in his thoughts that, like many times before, he had walked the familiar path to the Room of Requirement without realising where he was headed. It was rare he zoned out like this, preferring to be alert to prevent being caught breaking the rules. He shrugged his shoulders, glancing down either side of the hallway before pacing in front of the room. I need a place where we can be alone he thought, eyes closed out of habit as he focused soley on that one thought. He had told Grace earlier in the day where to meet him though he was not quite sure what would happen, hell he didn't even have a plan. A door appeared in front of him and he grasped the brass handle, turning it and noting that it felt rather warm to the touch. This was curious in its own right. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room, rather unprepared for what he found when he entered. The room was decorated much like the living room attached to his bedroom back at the manor. The rich forest green carpets and black and wood furniture blending with the creamy mint green that shaded the walls. The familiar scent of lilacs filled the room and Mordred closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the scent to waft over him. It was calming and intoxicating at the same time.

Making his way further into the room he took a seat on the two seater couch, the leather cool on his skin in contrast with the warmth of the room. Warmth that he had now discovered came from a large fireplace that was burning brightly. He rested his feet on the oak table in front of him, suddenly a little nervous. As if the room had read his emotions a packet of cigarettes appeared on the table beside him. Dunhill red, the brand he had stolen from the Rose Thorn Inn in Knockturn Alley over the summer. She chuckled slightly, pulling one from the packet and lighting it with the lighter he kept on him at all times. It was dangerous to light anything with a wand when it was this close to your face after all. Mordred had no desire to lose an eyebrow, he had made that mistake once and once was more than enough.

He took a long drag and leant back in his chair, closing his eyes and listening to the crackling of the fire. A soft creek like that of the door echoed through the room like fireworks in the silence of night but Mordred did not look up. Only one person knew how to enter the room he had created and the Slytherin wanted to know what his companion would do before he said anything. He wasn't rumored to be the most observant Slytherin for nothing after all.

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rp time;; around 5pm, after classes
rp location;; the room of requirement
character wearing;; keepin' it simple

top lyrics from;; within you - david bowie (labyrinth)
word count;; six hundred and sixty three
tagged;; grace foster

notes;; its crappy, really bad, but its a start

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