LOTT, agatha harper

[AGATHA HARPER LOTT]

AGATHA HARPER LOTT

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hello! i am eleanor and i am fifteen years old. i am boarding the femme train, and i have been role playing for nearly two years. also, i play none yet . if you want to contact me, reach me at ask me nicely. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : "agatha harper lott"
NICKNAMES : "people tend to call me aggie. but i feel special when people call me agatha"
AGE : "isn't it rude to ask a woman her age? i'm twenty two and i was born on the thirty first of october"
GENDER : "last time i checked, i was a lady"
ETHNICITY : "my parents and grandparents were all british - but i think there's some french down the line"
RELIGION : "i'm not sure what to believe in if i'm honest"
SEXUALITY : "i prefer to hit it off with guys - i did kiss a girl when i was drunk once though"
STATUS : "officially? i'm single. i never tend to stick around long though"
MEMBER GROUP : "i'm an adult witch"
BLOOD STATUS : "i'm a half blood. don't go spreading that around though"
PLAY-BY : blake lively

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

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PATRONUS : "i was never very good at these if i'm honest - but when i can do them it appears in the shape of a swan"
MIRROR OF ERISED : "you are nosey aren't you. but i see myself eventually settling down with a guy and being happy"
AMORTENTIA : "not many girls can resist the scent of a good aftershave. then again i do love the smell of fresh roses and chocolate"

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

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AGATHA'S DISLIKES :

• . "first of all, i really dislike "shit spreaders" really, if you have a problem with me - say it to my face. also, people who are complete idiots, i know some people can't help it and i accept that. but the slackers that didn't put any work in? just leave me alone. don't even get me started on liars, why do that to yourself? it only comes back to bite you. oh! and those shitty little paper cuts you get on your fingers and they're always in the most annoying places. being bored also ticks me off - i always need something to do. also, some people need to learn about fashion, when people wear the wrong clothes for themselves makes me want to scream at them. finally, when people think they're better than they actually are. stop acting bigger than your boots - i'm not scared of you.

AGATHA'S LIKES :

• "oh this is much nicer, talking about things i like i mean. let's see, i absoloutely adore going to parties - everyone has to have a good time right? i also like being exclusive, the first person to know about all the right things. having free will - there's something i love - no one likes being told what to do. alcohol - there's one thing muggles and wizards like. chocolate!, i mean come on, i'm a woman - isn't it the law for women to live off it? cute guys - the bad guy image is alright once in a while but i prefer the guys who try to stare at you over the top of the book their reading. acoustic guitars always play really cute music - they guys that play them usually are too. finally, having the best friends in the whole wide world - they're the family i chose.

GOALS :

• "i'd love to end up writing for the daily prophet - or even start my own paper - that'd be cool. then of course there's the obvious settling down with a guy and starting a family. i also, never want to let people down though that is cliched.

FEARS :

• death, that's the scary, obvious one isn't it. also losing anything - i hate the feeling of loss even if it is just a piece of paper. oh, and spiders - are they really needed in our ecosystem?

SECRETS :

• "shhh. don't tell anyone. but i'm seriously scared of commitment, my eyes are a little too prying for their own good. i also hate my mum - she treats me like i'm still eleven years old at kings cross. someone needs to tell her that i'm not"

WEAKNESS :

• "an innocent smile always makes me do a double take. there's something abour it that i can't resist. i also come across as a bitch sometimes althought it's normally unintentional. i just tell it as it is.

STRENGTHS :

• "i'm a very determined young lady - i rarely give up on tasks thrown at me. i also stand up well in a fight - not much gets past me. "

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• generally kind. is someone is nice to her, she'll return the favour. most of the time.
  
• can be a bitch. when she needs to be, agatha will show a very different side. she's caused people to crash and burn over the years
  
• energetic. agatha is normally full of energy, especially if she has to do something to help a friend. things are a lot different after she's spent a night in the town though.
  
• truthful. it may not always come out straight away, but in the end agatha will tell the truth in a given situation. whether the other person likes it or not is another matter
  
• independant. agatha takes tasks head on, and preferably on her own.
  
• cheerful. agatha's smile tends to brighten up whatever room she walks into. focusing the attention on her of course.
  
• gentle. there is rarely a time when agatha will resort to violence to get her own way. the last time that happened was probably a fight with erik when she was younger
  
• inuititive if faced with a tricky situation, agatha will put her brain into gear and come up with a solution. it may not always be a nice one though
  
• conversation starter if the mood of a room drops, agatha will be the first to spark up a conversation with almost anyone in the room. if she doesn't like the person however, then they have no chance.
  
• helpful. when any of her friends are in need, agatha will be the first on the scene to make sure they're okay. whether it's paying for their bill after their trust funds were drained, or bailing someone out of jail, she'll help them.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : cheltenham, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE : manchester, england
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: freelance journalist
MOTHER'S NAME : polly marie lott
FATHER'S NAME : charlie simon lott
SIBLINGS : aundrea stephanie lott - deceased
OVERALL HISTORY :

" hey! i'm agatha. most people call me aggie but i'll always have a soft spot for you if you call me my proper name. i was born on halloween in nineteen fifty five and please, don't give me any jokes about being born on the thirty first - i've heard them all before. i've always belonged to a middle class background which i like, not too rich but not too poor. i was always the second favourite when it came to the children. my sister aundrea was the perfect blonde gryffindor, got all the guys and the best grades she could possibly get. until she got too cocky for her own good. one night in her last year she got a little too drunk and was dared to climb the whomping willow. it's not that i didn't love her but she deserved it - and if i go to hell for saying that then so be it. so there i was - a nine year old girl who'd just lost her sister and guess what? i became the new treasured daughter. i may have been young but i wasn't stupid - i could tell what was going on. i was spoilt, pampered, let off the hook for truely terrible deeds - and overly protected. it was nice for a few years but i soon tired of it - hogwarts was a god send. some of the older students knew me from my last name having heard of the incident a couple of years before - but for me it was a fresh start.

i was sorted into slytherin - which immeadiately angered my parents. i guess all of their spoiling had had an effect on me - it made me determined, blunt - some take it as being bitchy. i can be nice when i have to be but really? if you give me shit i'm only going to throw it back in your face. it was here i developed a love for writing - anything. stories about far off places, essays on dragons - quidditch reports for the school paper. i could write for hours - sat in my dorm scribbling into a notepad. i left hogwarts with friends, some i still keep in touch with - others i've long forgotten. i was never the anti-social kind, i mixed with anyone, screw the division of the houses. i had friends - and enemies in every house. i got all my qualifications, some were however, better than others. i'd known for a while then that as soon as i left hogwarts i'd want to become a writer and i ended up in journalism.

i spent months travelling up and down the country asking at all the local wizarding papers if they had any positions open - hell i even tried at some muggle papers but i had no luck. i eventually settled on writing freelance, spreading my own opinion on what was happening in the world and sending it in to the editors and hoping it would get published. sooner rather than later, the money started rolling back in - didn't i mention i'd cut all ties with my parents? yeah, i had to start forging my own way in the world - i didn't care though - it was a challenge and i suceeded. i'm still a socialbe person, maybe more so than i was at school. i go out most evenings in the week, it does afterall bring me muse for interesting stories spreading through communities. it also helped me meet new people - put me into contact with all the right faces. and for me to get with guys of course - it's not like i'm ugly. it just took a few years for my features to really - develop. now, wherever i go there's always the hot - dick like guys eyeing me up on one side, and the perverts on the other. i don't really mind - it keeps my life interesting afterall.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

when anyone mentioned war around the upper east side, people tended to think of blair and serena. their - many wars which only seemed to ultimately bring the two friends closer together. however, since her constance days had come to an end, serena van der woodsen had pleased herself with how she had managed to stay relatively drama free. up until now that is. it was a few months ago that kourtney morgan had been launched into her life as a cocky, uptight, borderline stalker - and of all the people in the world to choose, she chose her brother - half brother chuck bass. whom she figured was the right man for the job when it came to fighting the evils that could come into their lives. serena would have been able to let the profanity's that slipped this girls mouth slide if she hadn't brought one particular person into the equation - her father. she could cope with being told that her friends hated her, that carter just felt sorry for her and that blair has never actually liked her. but mentioning about her dad? how he'd left because of her and that he never wanted to see her again? that hurt - she didn't even know why, it's not as if this was someone important to her. it just concerned her that somehow she knew so much about her life - somethings that not even blair knew. normally her right hand woman would be blair, but as she was temporarily unavailable, and indie was due to burst any second, she had to rely on chuck. sure - on the surface he'd act as if he didn't care, probably even reject her plea for help - but she knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to resist the lure of a good game - a chance to put his skills to the test.

serena was sat on her bed flicking through a magazine, looking for any form of inspiration for making the first move on her target. sighing, she pushed it away and grabbed her phone from the dressing table. scrolling through her contact list until she landed on the name bass. quickly she tapped in a message "chuck, cancel all meetings or arrangements you have for this afternoon. you've got a hot date with your sister at blue hill. it's important. s x". she smirked slightly as she threw her phone back down again, knowing that she'd recieve an equally sarcastic text in return. she figured it was what having chuck bass as a brother was all about. now all that worried her was what she was going to wear - something that wouldn't make chuck take the piss that was for sure. normally she'd be able to deal with his friendly banter but her fuse was short at the moment and she really didn't want to snap at chuck in anger. he could end up being one of the better battle stations when it came to this fight - afterall, she was more than certain he possessed a restraining order against the young lady which she could always get 'altered' to suit her needs. carrying the van der woodsen name did have it's perks especially when it came to getting around breaks in the law or altering other people's property. serena had learnt well from her many tiffs with blair - afterall, she'd probably learnt from the best.

after much deliberation, serena settled on a simple floral print shift dress, that just grazed the top of her knee. for one, you had to dress well to dine at blue hill. it was one of her favourite restaurants in the vicinity of new york and she made sure the maitre de always had her favourite table on reservation. in her opinion it was much better than the oak room - the overly publiscised stereotypical NYC highlife restaurant - it had a certain feel to it that made her feel slightly more at ease, even if the prices still were out of any normal person's league. tottering down the steps in her duplex she called out to whoever was still around the home that she was going out - and may not be back for a while. serena was not like some upper east side girls - she consistently thanked whatever powers were in the sky for placing her into this life while others around her suffered in grief and poverty. as often as she could, she'd slip a fifty to the odd homeless person - or donate anonymous cheques to charities across the globe - she didn't want it to look like some sort of media ploy.

once in one of the van der woodsen's signature black mercedes - serena put her brain into gear and began to conjure up different ways to catch kourtney out. there were the old school ways, infiltrating her phone with texts from obscene people - hell, tiger woods could become her latest victim. or they could set her up for a fall, a con so to speak, except there's would be classier and more subtle than any of the world's most elaborate scams put together. or of course, serena could make sure that the next film kourtney starred in be an instant flop at the box office. a few calls here or there could make the world of difference to a script. she knew though, that chuck would have something a lot darker and dirtier rolled up his sleeve - and she'd much rather hear about them than her childish pranks. they were afterall, growing up.

soon her car had pulled up outside the restaurant - seconds later her door was pulled open, allowing her to gracefully swing her legs round from the leather seating to grace to pavement below her. not taking the time to glance around at her familiar surroundings, she headed straight for the doors, nodding at the doorman in thanks as he opened them for her. once inside, her eyes fell straight upon the head of house and a warm smile of recognition was spread between the two. he excused himself from the customers he was seeing to and whisked her off to her table, overlooking new york from the huge bay windows. she ordered her usual starting drink when it came to meals - a sparkling water with lime - then turned back to gaze out across the skyline. if chuck didn't turn up he was a dead man walking.

[WHOREMORESEXUAL.]