Post by MELINDA BOBBIN on Aug 7, 2011 12:50:40 GMT -5
MELINDA JUNE BOBBIN
[/color][/font]Walkin' every wire
Set the world on fire
No one shining brighter
Oh, oh, oh
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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: Melinda June Bobbin
nicknames: Lindy, Mel
gender: Female
age: Sixteen
year: Sixth
birth date: 1st May, 1979
house: Hufflepuff {Canon}
blood type: Muggle-born
sexual orientation: Heterosexual[/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:
The currently most distinctive feature of Melinda’s appearance is her hair – already naturally a cloud of waves and curls, she has kept it dyed deep brown and vivid pink for the past two years. One benefit of this combination is that it makes her easy to spot in a crowd; and if she answered truthfully about its origins she would have to declare it a spur of the moment idea provoked by walking past someone sporting the exact same combination. Naturally it’s an ash-blonde tone, which was suggestive of a more ‘angelic’ disposition, or a ‘dumb blonde’ persona. In reality, Melinda would be at the head of the queue to denote herself as a ‘dumb blonde’ – she actually finds the ditzy stereotype quite useful, and on occasion doesn’t even have to act it.
Of course, there’s her face – the principle features of small eyes and large cheeks combining to make a ‘cute’ visage. The eyes themselves are framed by a plenitude of lashes, and are of a sort of honey-brown hue reminiscent of good whiskey. As has been mentioned, her cheeks have never really ceased being the sort of chubby ones that provoked many pinches when she was a child. Over this past summer Lindy had her nose pierced, again in a sort of ‘might as well’ moment, so that particular aspect of her look is brand-spanking-new. Her mouth errs just a smidge on the ‘wide’ side of description, and her lips are a peachy shade that Melinda finds herself quite content to leave uncovered by lipstick or plastered by gloss.
In regards to her figure, Miss Bobbin has always been one of the more plump girls in her year, and even with age not all of her weight has melted into curves quite like she’d hoped. When she thinks about it, it does rather irk her that she’s not one of the willowy young women that seem to float about the place – but thankfully her ability to be distracted saves her from spiralling too deeply into anything destructive related to her self-image. One thing she does have acting in her favour is height: at 5’11” Lindy even ends up towering over some guys, and some Professors (this used to be something she detested, as she shot up quite early and ended up answering to ‘Big Bird’ until the rest of her peers played their own puberty-boosted catch up). However, this has in no way acted as an impediment to her stylish self-expression; the girl has always loved colour, and can come quite close to resembling an explosion in a paint factory at times. There is a need for comfort that influences what she chooses to don though – every item of clothing Melinda chooses for herself is soft and comfortable, because clothes shouldn’t be a torture device in her humble opinion.
Another thing to bear in mind with Melinda is her accent: chiefly, she is from East Belfast (Gilnahirk, specifically) and this can make her difficult to decipher, as well as meaning she uses odd local phrases that she won’t bother to explain. Not that this presents a problem to everyone, but it can be the source of some good/not-so-good natured mocking. It has softened somewhat over her years of schooling at Hogwarts – being around various other tones and dialects acting as a means of dilution - but if you hit upon her directly following a holiday period then beware the accent!
play by: Joss Stone
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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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overall personality:
The easiest way to sum Melinda up in a word is ‘loud’. The girl’s a foghorn who could happily talk anyone she meets to death, nattering away happily about whatever topic happens to catch her attention – she’s one to always have an opinion (even if it was only formed five seconds prior). This trait makes her more than comfortable with breaking the ice, but the flip-side is that Melinda can be an annoyance to those who wish for peace (her parents especially are forever telling her to ‘stop talking bloody nonsense’). She loves a bit of drama, purely for its own amusement factor, and thus can act and react in quite over-the-top fashions to this end; she's perfectly comfortable with making fun of herself, and laughs at practically anything. The girl happens to be a bundle of nervous energy – whose source is quite unknown – and thus she flits quite happily from task to task; however, this vigour is not married with either determination or ability to apply oneself, and thus Melinda is nowhere near being a model student. Therefore one could call her ‘fickle’ in regard to practical things that need to be done; she’ll start something and forget to finish it or be distracted by something else. This aspect also affects to a certain extent the formation of her opinions – it might not seem like it, but Lindy does listen to what others are telling her, and if she likes the sound of what she’s being told then that point of view will morph into her own. Some might describe this as being a ‘sheep’, or easily led, but Melinda cannot help herself but see the merit in most arguments, slim though it may be.
Melinda could be said to be a ‘mother hen’ sort of character, she takes in all the waifs and strays she comes across. One could wonder whether this stretches her reserves of love and patience thin, but cracks have yet to show. Her generosity is matched by her easy-going style: annoying her is hard unless you are aware of which buttons to push. Coupled with this, however, is a brand of honesty that can be as brutal as any blow. If you want the bare bones of the truth then you go to Melinda Bobbin, as she will serve it up more than willingly. Of course, the truth hurts, and this she knows well – but something she also knows is that lies take too much effort and being entangled in a web of deceit would necessitate the cultivation of qualities she doesn’t much fancy being known for. However, this lack of tact is balanced (more or less) by the desire to fix any damage caused. This isn't to say that the girl doesn't thrive on drama - because boy, does she ever - but there are many different types, and the furthest Melinda ever seems to go is to listening to rumours and collating the often fantastical information contained within them.
Melinda cares for others, and not just those who come within her circle of friends; she’d be the girl happily lending money to strangers, or handing away her own meal to someone less fortunate. This quality is easily provoked into wakefulness – Melinda’s first reaction to negative situations is to provide comfort. However, with the comfort also comes the flood of queries, and these can make her seem like the nosiest person on the planet at completely the wrong times. They call her ‘Twenty Questions’ at home as a wee joke, which just goes to show how prevalent this tendency to searching out knowledge is. The Hufflepuff’s reply would be that she cannot help enough if she doesn’t have any information.
Melinda might possess qualities that could prove vexatious, but there’s no real malice in her actions. Thus to a great extent she expects the same open-hearted honesty from others, and the number of times she’s been proved wrong in this regard hasn’t affected this aspect of her being. You could tell her anything, absolutely anything, and Lindy would believe you. She’d be gullible enough to go chasing after magic beans, that’s for sure. Of course, there are those willing to take advantage of her better nature, or to use it to provide themselves with a cheap laugh, but Lindy just shrugs it off. If any mistreatment does happen to affect her, well, she’s always been someone more inclined to sulking and thereby getting it out of her system as opposed to actively seeking a cathartic confrontation.
As has been mentioned before, Melinda is not usually one to doggedly complete her assignments in the correct order. Instead, she’ll be quite easily distracted from the task in hand, and out of sight is out of mind. Therefore she’s not necessarily the ideal person to entrust an important mission to, as while she will mean to do it, there’s no guarantee that the request will be completed. Similarly, Miss Bobbin could be portrayed rather negatively as someone who ‘promises much and delivers little’ – oh, she’ll swear the entire Earth into your keeping, just don’t expect her to go out and get it for you. Of course she’ll be appropriately contrite when reminded, and will re-start immediately whatever has been asked of her, but if you want something from Melinda you’re sadly just going to have to keep pushing.
Another definitive characteristic of Lindy is her stubbornness. Now, it takes certain circumstances to awaken this feature of her personality, but she’s one tough cookie once it’s in full flow. Chiefly, her stubbornness is a reaction to being told what to do; in her mind there’s a clear-cut difference between helpful advice and bossy orders, and the latter will make her toss her head in utter refusal to listen. That, and she tends to cling to people – once you’re in Melinda’s ‘cared for’ set, it’s nigh impossible to extract yourself (and she won’t even really take it as much of an insult if you do disappear). Some might feel smothered by this unlooked for loyalty and friendship, whereas to others it might be precisely the balm they require.
Her fears centre around, strangely enough, deep water. This is because when she was younger she often tried to tag along with her father on his errands to fetch various parts and equipment; and on this particular day, they ended up in a ship yard. The workshop was slap-bang in the middle of the harbour, on a concrete island, and was reached by a causeway just wide enough to allow a car to pass, but what stuck in the girl’s head was the fact that there were no barriers – one wrong turn, one wheel inching too far would toss her and her Daddy into the icy depths among the boats, and she simply couldn’t fathom a way out of such situations. All her nightmares seem to centre around water, and Lindy puts this fact down to her imagination running away with her all those years ago. Thus, a Boggart facing her would become an image of the event in question: the transformation of her memories into one where the worst did indeed happen.
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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:
Mother: Michelle Mulholland [Hairdresser]
Father: James Bobbin [Mechanic]
Siblings: William James Bobbin [Optometry Student, Twenty]
Robert Victor Bobbin [High School Student, Fourteen]
overall history:
Melinda June Bobbin was born on May Day in the Ulster Hospital’s maternity department, to Michelle and James Bobbin. The couple already had a son, William, who thankfully had started primary school and thus was taken care of during the day for the time being whilst his mother was in hospital. Like most toddlers, he wasn’t too pleased by the idea of sharing his parents attention (especially not with such a squalling bundle), but soon adjusted to the idea (was told that no, they couldn’t send his sister back to the hospital and he’d just have to live with her). The hairdresser and mechanic generally worked long hours in order to support themselves and their family; Michelle at least was able to usher some of her clients into visiting her at home to keep their appointments, but James was usually away before the rest of the family awoke and home once they were in bed. He couldn’t do much to adjust this state of affairs, as working for the RUC at this time was as demanding as ever it had been, despite the fact that the Troubles seemed to wind down due to ceasefires being announced by different groups. Her first few years were uneventful, apart from Robert joining the family.
Things took a turn for the interesting when she started attending primary school; Lindy then was as bubbly as she is now, and spent half her time being told off for talking. However, receiving reprimands is something no child appreciates, but in Melinda’s case it was where the first evidence that something wasn’t quite as it seemed with her occurred. The teacher (who she recalls as being a complete hag of a woman, very fond of humiliating whatever pupil irked her) ended up being only able to ‘speak’ as a mouse-like squeak, thereby saving Lindy a scolding and producing a classically amusing moment for her classmates. James and Michelle didn’t make the connection between their daughter and the incident which kept her giggling at random moments for the next few months; the story the school gave out was the Miss Porter had developed a rare throat condition and would be absent pending treatment.
The Hogwarts letter arrived via owl on her birthday, and was the source of much denial and confusion within the family. How else was one supposed to react to their child being offered a place at a boarding school for magic? The Bobbins decided that it was some sort of misdirected prank, and ignored it. Ignoring it went well, very well . . . for about two days. After that span of time, there was a Wizard on their humble doorstep, requesting admittance to explain the situation. James was out, and so Michelle found herself trying to explain their disbelief and mistrust without being overly offensive – she shrieked when the man grinned at her and did her washing up with a cursory flick of his wand. Still, the woman insisted on presenting the excuses as to why Melinda couldn’t attend (finance and distance) – but he possessed an answer to allay all her fears, as there were no fees and a Portkey could be arranged. Mrs Bobbin, not being as proud as her husband in matters of receiving ‘charity’, expressed her thanks and gave the eavesdropping Lindy permission to attend. William, however, stuck his oar in that night at tea: questioning why his sister got to attend such a ‘hoity-toity’ school and he didn’t. In turn, this set James to questioning what precisely had occurred that day; they argued, the man fuming that his wife had revealed their weaknesses to a stranger. He announced that he’d be more than capable of taking the time off to deliver their child to London in time for school. Lindy piped up at this point to remind them both that she needed school supplies – met with the abrupt revision that James could do that too. And so the biggest trip Melinda had ever been on was arranged with a military precision – she got to London, she was eventually ushered into Diagon Alley (they had been lucky in this respect, as some kind soul escorted them in), and was waved off with gruff affection by the man who she had quickly forgiven for his snappish disposition during their adventure.
Everything she saw in that first year – from the Express to the Sorting Hat to the grounds to the classes to the collection of her peers – was stunning. Melinda found herself constantly having her eyes opened to a new aspect of the heretofore-hidden Wizarding World, and the girl lapped it up. At home, however, her brother took great delight in accusing her of becoming suck-up for attending such a school so far away; true, the young girl asserted that they were jealous, but that wasn’t a terribly effective defence. It did nothing to dissuade them, in any case.
In fact, the first three years of her Hogwarts career passed in much the same way as they would have done had she followed her brother into Dundonald High School – making friends, discovering enemies, failing classes and discovering those she actually liked, which Professors could be asked for help and which to avoid like the plague (mentioning no names here). A parallel existence, but one that necessitated a steeper learning curve, facilitated by her asking lots of ‘stupid’ questions and relying on others finding the patience to humour her. This is not to say Melinda was neither intrigued nor affected by the events that centred inexorably around Harry Potter – but more that he too fell into the category of her lack of knowledge and, as a younger student, wasn’t someone she came into much contact with (once she’d heard the story the girl was perfectly satisfied). What she missed at home was of more import – a few more bomb scares (these weren’t really that significant other than the fact that her brothers got to gloat about time off school), a few riots, a political deadlock with no end in sight and soldiers on the streets – though Lindy possessed little patience for those who queried whether or not she was ‘scared’ to live where she did. All they saw were newsflashes and reports, but they didn’t see how the day-to-day functioning of her country was basically similar to the rest of the United Kingdom.
Fourth and Fifth Year, well, she tried her hardest to focus due to the impending exams; her more studious friends were a great aid in this respect, and she ended up passing the classes she needed to. The loss of one of their number, Cedric Diggory, affected the entirety of Hufflepuff House; but those who felt it most keenly were his year-mates, who had grown up with him and now had to cope with a gap in their group that would remain forever starkly unfilled. While it couldn’t be said they bounced back, they did manage not to allow such an occurrence to make them implode as a unit into disarray – if anything it has knit them all tighter together, which will be a welcome factor in facing the coming war. With regards to the whole Lord Voldemort and his cronies and their pureblood supremacy mania, well, Melinda’s general comment is that she’s got quite enough on her plate with the sectarian conflicts at home, without adding more such drivel into the mix. Not that she enjoys being targeted purely for being of non-magical parents, but at the same time she feels herself to be better adjusted to cope due to growing up in Northern Ireland than some might give her credit for.[/font]
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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: None
secret phrase: Bloody Hell
how you found us: Psyche!
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