BONES, amelia susan

[AMELIA SUSAN BONES]

AMELIA SUSAN BONES.

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hello! i am lanni and i am nineteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for six years. also, i play no one yet. if you want to contact me, reach me at pm for further details. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : Amelia Susan Bones
NICKNAMES : Lia, Bones, Madame Bones. When she was little, people called her “Bonesy,” but very few of those people are left.
AGE : twenty-six / January 12, 1953
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : British
RELIGION : Agnostic
SEXUALITY : Heterosexual, though the way she acts, it’s more like Asexual.
STATUS : Very much single. Look above.
MEMBER GROUP : Witch
BLOOD STATUS : Pureblood, though unsure she should be proud or not.
PLAY-BY : Rose Byrne

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

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PATRONUS : Cougar
MIRROR OF ERISED : It’s simple. She sees herself becoming the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, after winning a huge case against a group of high-ranked Death Eaters. Everyone is there – her family, her friends – and they are all very proud of her.
AMORTENTIA : ink, passion fruit, burning pinewood

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

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ENTER FIRST NAME'S DISLIKES :

• injustice, misgivings, anything that is sappy, gossip that is just gossip, things without substance, the color orange, being looked down upon for any reason, sexism, Lord Voldemort, this Death Eater business, corruption of any kind, mold, disorganization, her fears of being alone forever, being told that she has no sense of humor, wrinkles in clothes, sleep, wasting time, every boss she has ever had.

ENTER FIRST NAME'S LIKES :

• work, her job, her family (especially her brothers), writing, reading for hours, punctuality, oranges (despite their colour), black coffee, dark chocolate, feeling like she is helping people, the justice system, running, the rain, confidence, surprise endings, fighting, badgering witnesses, bonfires, daydreaming, wearing her hair in a ponytail, working together, vivaciousness, pencil skirts, bright colors, men (honestly!), her friends.

GOALS :

• become head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, maybe even become Minister of Magic, win every case that she gets her hands on, change people’s perspectives on many things, help anyone that comes to her, keep her family alive, make her parents proud, maybe have children one day, which might mean get a husband or boyfriend or a suitable sperm donor.

FEARS :

• losing a huge and important case, failing to do her job period, never becoming anything at all, dying before she can accomplish anything, losing those she loves, alienating everyone around her, growing old by herself, a painless and pointless death.

SECRETS :

• She has been in love once and it was the most painful thing in the world. She enjoys suffering in her own little way. She’s afraid that she will be alone forever. She is actually capable of being hurt.

WEAKNESS :

• works too much, cares too much, feels too much, and generally does too much of everything. She’s snappish and holds grudges. Her hate can be astounding and blinding. Sometimes, she is too narrow-minded to see something right in front of her. Also, she pushes people away – a lot.

STRENGTHS :

• She’s brave, loyal to a point, and intelligent in a cold cut manner. She is about as hardworking as one can be.

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• STRONG – Lia is the young woman that has pushed her way through everything. Through her father’s failing health, through the Ministry as she has risen in the ranks, through the mishaps of her childhood, and through this war, especially. She is the type of person that will bulldoze her way through difficulties, hold her head up high, and not worry about it.
  
• STUBBORN – It should be easy to see for everyone. She hates failure and she hates the idea of failing anything period. When she got an E on one of her O.W.L.s, she cried so horribly that her brothers were sure the house would flood. If she’s in an argument, she is going to make sure she is right, she is going to win, and she is going to shove you into the ground so hard that you’ll never get back up.
  
• VICIOUS – Lia is a force to be reckoned with. Quite frankly, when she needs to be, she’s as dangerous as they come and can whip up twenty different words to describe what kind of trouble you’re in exactly. She calls it determination; other people call it a viciousness that not many can rival. Let’s just say that very few people have crossed Lia and come out to tell the tale the same as when they went in.
  
• TIRED – Though most people seem to believe that Lia has an abundant amount of energy to do her job, she has started to grow weary. There is only so much a person can put in before they have nothing left, and when you give more than your all every day, you tend to wear down pretty quickly. Nonetheless, she refuses to give up or show any signs of weakness. She is too stubborn.
  
• EMOTIONAL – Lia is made up of many colors. She is made up of reds and yellows and bright blues. Her emotions tend to control her, propelling her forward in everything that she does. People think that she is cold, but no, she is red hot with anger, dark blue in grief, yellow and pink when she’s happy, and lush green when determined and desiring. She is ruled by a law of emotions.
  
• DAYDREAMER – Before the war, before all of this death started to weigh down upon her, Lia was a bright, optimistic girl. She dreamed of falling in love, of having children, of last friendships. The sun rose on her dreams, and it is setting on them too. However, every now and then, when the going gets rough, she finds herself dreaming again, and she remembers how happy she used to be.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Brighton, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE : London, England
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement
MOTHER'S NAME : Mary Bones
FATHER'S NAME : Edward Bones
SIBLINGS : Edgar Bones (29), William Bones (27), Caitlyn Bones (23).
OVERALL HISTORY :

UN – Amelia Susan Bones is born to Mary and Edward Bones on a Monday. It is a terrible day to be born, at a terrible time, while Edward is stuck at work. Mary has the baby alone, but she is fine with that; it’s not the first time she has had a child. Her two sons, Edgar and William, are with her at the hospital, along with her parents. Amelia is unremarkable in appearance, looking more like her father, but Mary is happy with the birth. She cries when born, like all babies, but stops soon and becomes a docile child. The next and last child, Caitlyn, will be rowdier than all three children put together.

DEUX – When she is six, Lia falls out of a tree and breaks her arm. She is questioned by the Healer mending her arm why she had been climbing so high in a tree in the first place. Lia says that she was escaping the totalitarian rule of her mother, and despite Mary’s huffing, Edward cannot help but beam in pride.

TROIS – Lia throws a fit once William is sent to Hogwarts without her to follow Edgar. She cries and screams at the train station, desperate to go with her brothers, but Mary holds onto her oldest daughter firmly. Before the Hogwarts Express leaves, Lia escapes from her mother and runs onto the train, which is late to leave because Lia must be found and taken off the train before its departure.

QUATRE – At Hogwarts, Amelia flourishes. She is happy and excited; she is bright and sweet. Edgar warns William that Amelia will be an attraction once she is older, but William dismisses his older brother. Amelia is childish and innocent; she runs around outside with her books and tries to capture everything she can with her mind. Quidditch is too much for her to handle physically, but she loves the way it pushes everyone else to their limits. As a Gryffindor, she is foolhardy and attempts many dangerous things; she gets put into the Hospital Wing at least three times a year, smiling idiotically each time, and regales to her brothers and friends what inane and insane thing she has done in the pursuit of knowledge. She tells her worried parents not to worry – that she is just a kinesthetic learner that must learn everything firsthand.

CINQ – At sixteen, Lia suffers her first heartbreak. The boy she thinks that she has fallen in love with breaks up with her for a number of reasons. He says that she is too much, but what he really means is that she gives too little. It’s not that he doesn’t care for her, he says; it’s just that he thinks she doesn’t care for him enough. William tells her that the boy is just a boy and that there are many other boys. Lia knows this, but is still sad and morose and cries for weeks. She wonders if perhaps she should have given him more, but when she walks in on him and another girl on the couch late one night, she realizes how stupid that would have been. The boy is humiliated and angry with her, but wants her back desperately; she refuses to speak to him ever again.

SIX – Graduation comes and goes. Caitlyn is left at Hogwarts alone, and Amelia feels somewhat guilty, even though the two girls do not get along very well. Caitlyn is flighty and boy-minded while Amelia is career-oriented and focused. She follows her brothers into the Ministry of Magic, sure of where she wants to be.

SEPT – Few people know this, but Lia becomes engaged when she is twenty-three. She knows this is love, but it is not enough. They break up amicably, promising to stay friends, and she tells him that she loves him very much. He is disappointed, but understands. She cannot be tied down, at least not right now. She cannot stand to see him because every time she does, she thinks of what could have been. He tells her that it’s not her fault – that sometimes it happens and it just happened to them – but there is no “them” or “us” anymore. What could have been died inside of her before it had even happened.

HUIT – Amelia works. She works and works and works. She works herself to the bones. The war is raging on the outside and inside. She has her family, but she still feels alone, and so she continues to work, trying to make something out of nothing. Trying to pull a rabbit out of thin air, Edgar would tell her.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

This was the part where formalities came into play.

She was used to those, of course, since they played out continuously in her life. She received formal letters from her father, asking her how she was doing, if all was well. But of course, they didn’t mean a thing. What he really wanted to know was how far she had come along in the Dark Army, how much blood had she spilled in the name of the Dark Lord. Hell, she figured that he probably knew just how many men she had actually killed, probably displeased with the small number. (It wasn’t small to her, glaring at her in the morning every time she woke up like a bad hangover.) And she received formal letters from her boss, telling her that cooperating with people was an important part of the job. What he was really saying was that if she didn’t start working well with people, she was going to get it – whatever it was, perhaps dealing with Alastor Moody directly.

But, ah, this was the formality that she hated the most. Nathan assumed that he had to do something now that they had slept together. She saw no meaning in it, especially since they had both planned on acting the same around each other as they always had. (Good morning. How’s work going for you? Stressful, of course. The days keep getting shorter and the cases keep getting longer. It’s a terrible shame. Well, good luck.) It always went like that. Sure, it had been quite a while since she had done anything like this – and by this, she meant going home with someone and having sex six ways to Sunday and back again – but she was certain that the morning after formality included either one of them slipping out before the other awoke or him asking her out for dinner or lunch or whatever else seemed necessary to look like a decent sort of fellow.

She didn’t want Nathan to think that he had to do anything for her to make her not feel like, well, a cheap whore. Women of quality don’t just sleep with a co-worker for the hell of it. They go on dates, they get to know the person first, and then they have relations with the man that they have feelings for. That was what women did, right? Ada had never been the type of woman that went on dates, preferring to forgo the idea of dating and marriage for her career. She had Lorenzo, her closest friends, her job, and really that was all she needed. She slept with her work, sometimes literally if she fell asleep in bed while reading old case files, and so any sort of dating relationship would be like having a mistress. (What were they called, in her case of being the female?) She couldn’t commit adultery on her job, now could she? And she didn’t want to force Nathan to do anything that he didn’t want.

It was almost sad, really, the ready way Ada accepted the fact that this was just sex and nothing more. A random occurrence, although she marked the words “will happen” in her mind to think about later. She couldn’t get the idea that Nathan was just asking her out for dinner as a formality. She’d had at least one other man ask her this, but she’d been able to see that he hadn’t wanted to do anything of the sort. Not that she hadn’t impressed him throughout the night (trust me, she had), but they had only used each other as a short-term distraction, not a long-term focus. Was this what Nathan was trying to do? She looked at him carefully, trying to see if she could see him asking her to say no, but could only find his earnest nature looking back at her.

Damn him, really.

“Nathan, you do not have to do that,” she told him, carefully setting the cup down on the table next to her. She was looking at him plainly, her entire body relaxed, not a hint of sorrow in it. She still felt the tinge of awkwardness, a clumsiness demanding to settle into her bones, but she wouldn’t allow it. Although he’d said that they would act normal with each other like they would any other Monday, any other day, she couldn’t help but feel like things had changed between them. She had seen and felt and touched and tasted more of him than she could almost handle, and he had seen her in a raw way that very, very few people had and would ever see. “I know it must sound like protocol to you, asking me out for lunch or dinner, perhaps to justify what happened, maybe even make me feel better. But you do not have to do that.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying not to think of how his smile made her feel much warmer than any cup of coffee. “Do not feel insulted or anything – I really do appreciate it – but it is not necessary. I am a big girl. I do not need my emotions or ego pacified.”

Finally, realizing her place in the (his) world, Ada let out a sigh and a brief smile. It almost hurt, but she tried not to think about it or anything else except for the fact that she needed to change and leave, as fast as possible, before she said or did anything else. “Thank you for the coffee, but I really must be going. I have someone waiting for me at home.” Stepping towards him, in a strangely hesitant manner, she gently kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. I mean it.” And then she walked out of the kitchen.

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