Post by KATHERINE BELL on Aug 1, 2011 11:17:19 GMT -5
KATHERINE RILEY BELL
[/color][/font]boys like you are a dime a dozen,
boys like you are a dime a dozen
she said "You're a touch overrated,
You're a lush, and I hate it,
and these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing."[/color][/font]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name: Katherine Riley Bell
nicknames: Katie, Bell
gender: Female
age: seventeen
year: sixth
birth date: september 13
house: gryffindor
blood type: half
sexual orientation: hetero[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description:naturally dark blond, Katie is very picturesque.\. She Has a cute face, though nothing extraordinary, and she is fit and toned, as a quidditch player should be. Her body is something of a temple, and to maintain it she excercises regularly. Her usual attire is that of a tomboy; tshirts and jeans, well fitted, as well as flat shoes (normally sneakers).
play by: Blake Lively.
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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YOU HAVE A CHOICE BETWEEN THE LISTING BELOW OR THE OVERALL PERSONALITY. DO NOT DO BOTH.
likes: beaches, pie, sunny days, reading, tea, chocolate, dogs, flying, oliver wood, jeans
dislikes: coffee, the colour yellow, busybodies, carbs, strawberries, dresses, fashion in general, loud music, jewelry, shopping
strengths: determined, optimistic, caring, self aware, athletic
weaknesses: self deprecating, obsessive, brash, defensive, snide
mirror of erised: to be the very nest, like no one ever was.(To be captain of the Holyhead Harpies)
fears: rejection, letting people down
boggart: water/tidal wave
dementor: when she came home for Christmas in her first year and her father was sick at St Mungos, the feeling of knowing he would never get better, and the sense of hopelessness.
patronus: Her patronus, when she can form one (which isn't often) takes form of a penguin. She uses the memory of the last christmas before her father got ill - the way her family was so happy, even her cousins aunts and uncles.
relationship status: single, but hopelessly devoted to someone.
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family: Katherine Bell (Mother), 45, Muggleborn, Department of Magical Sports and Games, Secretary
Victor Bell (Father), 44, Pureblood, Deceased, former Department of Magical Sports and Games Official (Quidditch referee)
overall history: Katie is the only child of Victor and Katherine Sr, a couple who met and fell in love at the Ministry of Magic. She was the apple of her father's eye, growing up, a real tomboy with a flair for quidditch. She had an average childhood; never spoiled but not going without, either. Finally, at age 11, she went off to Hogwarts, excited as could be. The first person she met, on the train was Oliver Wood, and immediately Katie was smitten. She fell for him quickly and hard, and through her entire Hogwarts life carried that on her shoulders.
However, her first year wasn't all good; she went home for Christmas to find that her father was very sick. Katie never got on well with her mother (who wanted her to be more girly) and so this devastated her. When he passed, months later, she threw herself into quidditch training for the year after, which put more distance between herself and her mother. The two barely spoke all summer, and when Katie went back to school for her second year, she became chaser on the quidditch team. This should have made her happy, but instead it just made her want to prove herself even more - since she felt Oliver might have put her on just because he knew she was sad about her father.
For this reason, her next few years were dedicated to impressing Oliver, even though he never really noticed. Now, with him having graduated, she isn't sure where to put her focus, as her family life is damaged and quidditch is all she feels that she has.
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: 21
other characters: n/a
secret phrase: bloody hell
how you found us: caution/lurking
(It's IC, but it's a few years down the road, hope that's okay)
Her body ached.
It had been a particularly rough night, and Katie's whole being hurt. She'd had the dream again - nightmare, to be more accurate. Tonight's, however, was a tad different.
She'd not been walking back from Hogsmeade - and she'd been alone. In actuality, the dream had been set in her family home, at Christmas. Her family was always big on Christmas - secretive about gifts, a large, full tree - but strangely, none of them were around. It was just... her. Alone. There was only one gift under the tree - only one, another oddity, since there was always a huge pile. She pulled it towards herself without even the tiniest sense of trepidation, something that looking back she found odd. When she opened the wrapping, though, there it was.
The Amulet.
She'd not touched it but the pain came back, searing as ever, without her permission. Her face had contorted, and her hands jerked in reaction to seeing it. With that jerking movement, though, the amulet flew into the air and somehow (the magic of dreams) it landed in the way a necklace would, sliding over her brown hair and onto her neck. The metal was cool, but it was quickly replaced by a violent and searing heat, her body contorting with pain and a sweat breaking out over her whole body.
That was when she woke up. The Muggle clock she'd bought with the boxy red neon letters red 1:54. She'd tried to catch her breath, her heart racing in a way it hadn't since she'd played quidditch for Oliver. It was two am, and Katie rolled out of bed, stumbling along the hallway and into her kitchen.
That was where she remained, reading old copies of Quidditch Weekly with a glass of wine that remained barely touched, until six in the morning. Her body protested when she moved, and she had dark circles under her eyes when she got in the shower, but she'd made it to work on time, and looking decent.
Now, it was lunch time. Though the morning had dragged on, Katie felt she'd handled each memo and file well - she'd done what anyone would do on three and a half hours of sleep. She stayed at her desk, not interested in socializing with the giggling gaggle of secretaries hired for their legs instead of their brains - since most of them were sat about giggling about certain aurors a year her junior who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous.
No, she wasn't interested in hearing it today.
Katie heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she pulled out her lunch from the tiny refrigerator she kept under her desk, the ice cold water soothing her aching head as she shifted to sit atop her right foot. She poked about in her salad with her fork before taking a bite, feeling sort of nauseous even for that tiny bit of food. That was why she was glad for the distraction of one of her coworkers, handing her a file.
Her body ached.
It had been a particularly rough night, and Katie's whole being hurt. She'd had the dream again - nightmare, to be more accurate. Tonight's, however, was a tad different.
She'd not been walking back from Hogsmeade - and she'd been alone. In actuality, the dream had been set in her family home, at Christmas. Her family was always big on Christmas - secretive about gifts, a large, full tree - but strangely, none of them were around. It was just... her. Alone. There was only one gift under the tree - only one, another oddity, since there was always a huge pile. She pulled it towards herself without even the tiniest sense of trepidation, something that looking back she found odd. When she opened the wrapping, though, there it was.
The Amulet.
She'd not touched it but the pain came back, searing as ever, without her permission. Her face had contorted, and her hands jerked in reaction to seeing it. With that jerking movement, though, the amulet flew into the air and somehow (the magic of dreams) it landed in the way a necklace would, sliding over her brown hair and onto her neck. The metal was cool, but it was quickly replaced by a violent and searing heat, her body contorting with pain and a sweat breaking out over her whole body.
That was when she woke up. The Muggle clock she'd bought with the boxy red neon letters red 1:54. She'd tried to catch her breath, her heart racing in a way it hadn't since she'd played quidditch for Oliver. It was two am, and Katie rolled out of bed, stumbling along the hallway and into her kitchen.
That was where she remained, reading old copies of Quidditch Weekly with a glass of wine that remained barely touched, until six in the morning. Her body protested when she moved, and she had dark circles under her eyes when she got in the shower, but she'd made it to work on time, and looking decent.
Now, it was lunch time. Though the morning had dragged on, Katie felt she'd handled each memo and file well - she'd done what anyone would do on three and a half hours of sleep. She stayed at her desk, not interested in socializing with the giggling gaggle of secretaries hired for their legs instead of their brains - since most of them were sat about giggling about certain aurors a year her junior who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous.
No, she wasn't interested in hearing it today.
Katie heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she pulled out her lunch from the tiny refrigerator she kept under her desk, the ice cold water soothing her aching head as she shifted to sit atop her right foot. She poked about in her salad with her fork before taking a bite, feeling sort of nauseous even for that tiny bit of food. That was why she was glad for the distraction of one of her coworkers, handing her a file.
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