MACDONALD, Mary Alice

[MARY ALICE MACDONALD]

MARY ALICE MACDONALD.

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hello! i am rory and i am fifteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for two years. also, i play no one else. if you want to contact me, reach me at pm or msn(ask for it;]). that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : Bonjour! My name is Mary Alice Macdonald!
NICKNAMES : I adore pet names! People will usually call me Mars or Mary. My dad call's me Marsbars.
AGE : I'm nineteen and I was born on April 23rd, yes, the day SHAKESPEARE died. Wonderful bloke that he was.
GENDER : I'm a WOMAN
ETHNICITY : God save the queen!
RELIGION : I'm a Christian, loves.
SEXUALITY : I like MEN. Preferably ITALIAN men.
STATUS : Alas, I am currenly single! I know it's horrible, little ol' me, single?! The world's gone mad!
MEMBER GROUP : La Witch
BLOOD STATUS : I'm a pureblood, rather well respected one might I add. So don't miss me off. I'll have the entire Macdonald clan on your backs.
PLAY-BY : I don't look like Mona Johannesson. Mona Johannesson looks like me.

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

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PATRONUS : My patronus is a fox. A fox symbolizes cleverness, feminine courage, wildness, intelligence, and super mega loveliness.
MIRROR OF ERISED : What do I see in the Mirror of Erised? What kind of stupid bloody question is this? Lily told me the mirror has been lost for centuries! How the hell would I have ever looked into it? Now, if you're asking for my heart's desire, then ask that. Don't ask some stupid quesiton trying to make it sound mysterious and what not. This isn't that bloody divination class. Ahem, now, well, I guess my heart's desire would probably be to become minister of magic or even to publish a novel. Ooh, that'd be lovely. Imagine me, Mary Macdonald, a published author.
AMORTENTIA : OH, I absolutely adore the smells of fresh parchment, the smell of chlorine bleach, car gas, wet flowers, vanilla, and sweat. Don't ask about the last one. I have... tendencies.

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

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ENTER FIRST NAME'S DISLIKES :

• runny noses
  
• obtuse people
  
• difficult decisions
  
• snow and ice
  
• not knowing what to say
  
• awkward conversations
  
• self-absorbed people
  
• self-indulgence
  
• nail-biting
  
• feeling inadeqate
  
• getting poked in the eye
  
• tequila
  
• insects
  
• shitty compromises
  
• not being prepared
  
• incredibly hot days
  
• ignorance
  

ENTER FIRST NAME'S LIKES :

• gossip
  
• fashion
  
• fascinators
  
• shortbread cookies
  
• getting caught up in ideas
  
• writing pointless notes to people
  
• fire whiskey
  
• tea
  
• making good decisions
  
• taking control of situations
  
• interesting people
  
• laughter
  
• spring days with the perfect breeze
  
• traveling (though she doesn't get to do it often)
  
• busting out with stupid amazing dance moves
  
• singing obnoxiously

GOALS :

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Touch an iceberg
Get someone to name their kid after me - boy or girl.
Travel around the world
Fall in love with an Italian supermodel
Write a novel
Become Minister of Magic
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FEARS :

• Not being able to witness her friends and family grow old
  
• Death
  
• Heights
  Bugs

SECRETS :

• When I was little, I fell off a tree and broke my tailbone, or basically, I broke my arse.
  
• I lost my virginity... on Lily's bed.

WEAKNESS :

• Stubborn
  
• Temperamental
  
• Loud
  
• Obnoxious
  
• Rude

STRENGTHS :

• Funny
  
• Clever
  
• Witty
  
• Passionate

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• Engergetic: Mary Macdonald is VERY energetic, especially when she gets her hands on something particularly juicy. She's an effervescent spirit, usually running around trying to get people to do the most random things.
  
• Passionate: When Mary takes on a project, she'll make it the best damn thing you've ever seen. School was never a popular thing to Mary, but when there were fun projects assigned, she could certainly wow someone.
  
• Fashionista: If there's anything else that Mary adores besides good gossip, it's fashion. She is completely obsessed with fashion and is always making sure she and her friends are in top style.
  
• Intelligent: To say Mary Macondald is stupid, is to say that the sun is cold. She is certainly NOT an idiot. She may not be book smart, but when you're in the streets or need some cleverity, Mary is your go to chick.
  
• Stubborn: Mary is incredibly stubborn. She will NOT let you win. It's bad to argue with her because she will make sure you will fail and be humiliated x10 at that.
  
• Strong: Emotionally and physically, Mary is on top of it all. She doesn't let anyone see her upset because being upset has no positive outcomes. She takes on everything with a sunny smirk and happy outlook.
  
• Loud: Mary is definately an obnoxious loudmouth. She tends to make things overdramatic, but it doesn't really matter. She once tried out for quidditch in her third year but when she didn't make it she threw a fit. (She got over it a few minutes later) Mary is the person who you'd want to talk to at a party or social event.
  
• Funny: If you have ever been around Mary for more than five minutes, you have probably already laughed multiple times. This fast paced, high strung chick tends to waffle incoherently and say the most weirdest things that you just can't help but laugh at her.
  
• Temperamental: Though Mary is known for her happy and lively attitude, the moment someone crosses a person she loves, her temper is thunderous. It flares up unexpectantly, and when it does, it's nothing to be proud of. Mary will yell and insult you until you run crying home to your mother, and then, she'll be waiting for you when you get back.
  
• Charming: Oh Mary, how you charm all these people, no one knows. She is definately the girl her governess raised her to be (sometimes, anyway) If she wants to be, she's charming, charismatic, polite and respectful. The girl knows her manners, thank you very much, but only when she wants to.

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BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Hounslow, London, UK
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Glacier Apartments, Kesington, London, UK
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Junior Secretary for the Department of International Magical Cooperation
MOTHER'S NAME : April Macondald
FATHER'S NAME : Magnus Macdonald
SIBLINGS : Trevor Macdonald, 21
Ahna Macdonald, 17
Bryce Macdonald, 15
OVERALL HISTORY :

Mary Alice was born on April 23rd, the second child to Magnus and April Macdonald. As a child, Mary was quite hyper and happy. Once she started to walk and talk, it became a hell for the family. Mary would tell it like it is, quite a sassy little kid always asking the most awkward questions, especially when Ahna was coming.

Magnus looked around and gasped. "Mary," scolded the young father as he grabbed his daughter who was peering curiously up April's dress, "Not polite, mucker." Mary giggled. "She did a wee, daddy." April groaned and held her stomach. Mary paused and asked curiously, "Why does momma's tummy ouch?" "Because there's a baby in there," explained Magnus distractedly. Mary nodded before confirming," There's a baby in momma's tummy?" "Yes," repeated the young Magnus. She looked thoughtful for a moment, "Who put it there?" Magnus and April glanced at one another nervously. Mary looked confused as she repeated loudly, "Who put it there? You, daddy?" April giggled despite herself as the young Magnus said, "Yes, daddy put the baby there." Mary nodded again before asking, "How?" There was another awkward silence; no one said anything before the young Magnus coughed uncomfortably, "Maybe when you're older-" "No," pouted Mary, "HOW?" "Mary, darl-" "HOW?" she wailed, her little face screwing up in a build up to a tantrum, "HOW?"

Mary continued to whine about where kids came from until the couple finally reached St. Mungo's. When Ahna was born, Mary took it to mean that she had to take care of Ahna. She was always looking out for her sister, creating a strong bond until Ahna would turn 13, feeling suffocated by her sister. But that's for later times. Mary turned ten, received her letter to Hogwarts, and ended up getting sorted into Gryffindor. There isn't much to tell about Mary's Hogwarts life. She gained both friends and enemies and the personality she had as a toddler never seemed to leave her. Always so curious, she'd often speak out in class, asking a question that had nothing to do with the lesson. Other times, she'd simply gossip or paint her nails in class or even some other random thing. She didn't care much for school and nerdy books never entertained her.

Soon, when the entire clan of Macdonald's were all at Hogwarts, Mary's relationship with her younger brother and sister seemed to vanish. She constantly hovered around them, always making sure they felt at home. However, Ahna and Bryce didn't enjoy this. Not even Trevor bothered them as much as Mary had. So, the two siblings cast her out, telling her that they didn't want her around them that much. Mary, being the effervescent spirit she is, decided to honor their wishes (something she didn't do often). The bond between Mary and Ahna was severed deeply whilst Bryce felt guilty and apologized later. Ahna had inherited the same stubborn spirit that Mary had and was not about to apologize.

Two years later, Mary graduated Hogwarts, still as giggly and bubbly as ever. She soon joined the Order, feeling that she had something to contribute. She now works at the ministry as the junior secretary for the department of international magical cooperation. She believes its the best job for her. She gets all the dish of the ministry workers as well as the details about the other ministries from other countries. Mary is definitely in her element and is enjoying life. She doesn't plan to leave anytime soon.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

Albus sat up in bed, breathing heavily. He wiped his forehead, making his hand wet with sweat. He shivered and got up, putting on flannel pants and a muscle tank. He looked at the girl in his bed and sighed. Grabbing his wand and a cigarette, he slipped his feet into loafers and made his way down the stairs to the Slytherin common room. He really hated this common room. It was always so dark and seductive, not in the good way either. His eyes traveled around the dark room, making sure no one else was awake. It was about midnight though, and he was rather surprised. Many more people, especially in this house, were awake until the next morning. He wasn't even sure if any of his fellow house mates went to any morning classes. He knew he didn't. He used to get in trouble by his family at first, but they learned to accept Albus' silent, but deadly ways. He made his way out of the door and shivered once again as the cold air hit him smack in the face. He should have brought a coat. How idiotic of him. He shook his head in shame anyway, deciding to go the kitchens for a midnight snack.

When he was little and had nightmares, he'd wake up his mom and she'd whip up some cookies and they would share a glass of milk together and he'd tell her about his dream. Albus was actually quite close with his parents, before Hogwarts years that is. Albus had even shared his fears about house placement with his father, something he had never even admitted to himself. He had always looked up to his parents with pride, as people he hoped to aspire to someday. Now, he really didn't want anything to do with his name at all. He was planning to change his name as soon as he turned 18, the muggle's adult age. Albus rolled his eyes at the professors walking around. Like they would DARE say anything or stop him. Firstly, they were so clueless and incompetent at their jobs. He muttered a quick disillusioning spell and rolled his eyes once again as the charms professor shakily made their way past him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed his snakebites in and out of his lip with his tongue.

He stopped in front of the kitchens and pulled out his cigarette. With a swift tap he lit it and inhaled deeply. He knew that everyone hated his bad habits. The sleeping around, the quiet, brooding personality, and the smoking. James always lectured him on it, and frankly, he didn't care. It was his life, his body. If he liked smoking, so be it. No one, not his mother nor his grandmother was going to stop him. Besides, he actually thought he looked quite good with a fag in one hand and smoke blowing out of his mouth. He sighed and began to think of his family. His idiotic, childish, immature, and amazing family. Really, he was so thankful for such a family, yet felt as if his family was a curse. He was cursed with the bane of his existence. His own personal hell. He didn't deserve such a family. It was unfair and cruel. God was just a manipulative bastard sitting on his throne, designing everyone's lives to be filled with the most misery anyone can imagine. Either that, or he despised Albus with some sort of passion.

Albus paused and turned around to the entrance hall. He could've sworn he saw his mother right there. He pulled out his wand and held it out as he approached the doors to the entrance hall. He opened the doors and stepped in with a thump. He listened closely and heard a bit of muttering. With a suppressed grin, he made his way to the hourglasses that showed the house points. He bent down and looked at his sister with a held in laugh. "Lilykins, didn't mum ever remind you that it wasn't good for little girls to sneak out? The boogeyman is going to get you, otherwise!"

[WHOREMORESEXUAL.]