MCCALLISTER, patricia bridie

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FULL NAME: Patricia Bridie McCallister
NICKNAMES: Patsy (preferred) or Pati (loathes Tricia)
AGE: 16 ½
DOB: August 5th
HOUSE AND YEAR: 6th year Slytherin
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
TAKE A SIDE: Neutral (she may be swayed with donuts)

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GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
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PLAYED BY:Katie McGrath

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MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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LOVES:
+Spice-infused food
+Donuts (her favorite food)
+Reading muggle fantasy stories (especially horror-related fantasy)
+Her three favorite animals are goats, cats, and dragons
+Competition (the rougher, the better)
LOATHES:
+Cavities
+Medical facilities (fear)
+Snakes (fear)
+Water/being wet
+Lines
STRENGTHS:
+Sharp observation
+Positive/optimistic
+Sly (quiet on her feet)
WEAKNESSES:
+Impatience (patience is not in her life’s vocabulary)
+Physically weak/clumsy
+Terribly competitive (even with sports despite her inability to play them)
PERSONALITY:
Patsy portrays herself as an innocent and obnoxiously happy girl who manages to find a bright side to everything. She is the oddball Slytherin who feels at odds with her house and often haunts the common room in effort to cheer up her fellow snakes. Her overly cheerful tendencies can cause discomfort and annoyance to those Patricia is around. She is horribly impatient and hates standing in lines; if possible she’ll sneak around them and is capable to getting away with it (light on her feet). She likes people, anyone really, and doesn’t mind or pay heed to blood status or house. She’ll offer help immediately if needed. Though she finds classes and school to be tedious and boring, she receives good marks and does what is expected of her. She can be a bit of a door mat and does almost anything she is told to do, no matter who is doing the bossing.
But is true personality is a bit darker and is what separated her from Hufflepuff (the hat’s second choice). Though her beliefs still hold true she finds many benefits to treating others with kindness (such as being able to get away with her mischievousness, and other forms of personal gain). She finds that if you treat someone nicely they are more willing to do you favors. Never mind the fact Patsy was born with two left feet, she is highly competitive in almost anything she does and won’t be afraid to knock her competition to the ground (literally and figuratively). Patricia is very ambitious. No one or nothing will be allowed to block her way. Not many things make her angry (though long lines always spark her wrath) but on the off chance that she does become upset, WW3 erupts. Her rage is lethal and blood-thirsty. But it rarely ever comes to the surfaces. Quick on her feet Patsy can often slip through the castle unnoticed and tends to surprise people with her appearance. Despite her outwardly naïve nature she’s quite accurate in her observations of others. She has a sharp eye and can pick up on subtle clues; because of this she can pinpoint vulnerability. But she’ll never hold someone’s weaknesses against them, that wouldn’t be nice, right? She’ll simply point it out. It’s only fair after all to let someone know. This tends to people finding her creepy.

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NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
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MOTHER: Eleanor McCallister, 50, artist, neutral, muggle
FATHER: Blaine McCallister, 53, sports journalist, neutral, muggle
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Fergus, her 10 year old spaniel from home.
BIRTHPLACE: Dublin, Ireland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts
HISTORY: Blaine and Eleanor McCallister married young, at 20, after a whirlwind romance. Their families were shocked but pleasantly so and lent their support to the couple. The wedding was held in the winter and was small, only family and close friends were invited. As a constantly-inspired artist Eleanor was busied with her paintings and sculpting while her husband was always on the hunt for a new story (being an immense sports enthusiast). Eleanor herself had been born and raised in the large city while Blaine was form a neighboring village. Because of their passion towards their occupations the two held off on children for many years. It prompted questions from family members (especially anxious mother-in-laws) when after 10 years the two had not birthed a child. Eleanor, a wild and fiery young woman, cared little for their worries. After a year-long bout with ovarian cancer at age 31, Eleanor was told by doctors she would be unable to have a child though was fortunate to be alive. The couple mewed on the idea of adoption when after a year they began to feel the baby blues.
When Eleanor turned 34 the couple received wonderful news from the adoption agency. A teenage couple, who hailed from England, was putting their unborn child up for a closed adoption. The biological mother (Abigail Murray) was 16 and the biological father (Edmund Murphy) was 17. Eleanor and Blaine leaped at their sudden chance and were in the delivery room as Patricia was born (named after Blaine’s older sister who had drowned at age 3). The papers were signed and Patsy was brought to the couple’s flat. Her infancy was quite normal and like any other baby she cried throughout the night and threw up spittle. It wasn’t until she was around 5 that strange occurrences began. Stuffed toys would float around Patsy’s bed and when the child sneezed, hiccupped, or cried the threat of breaking glass/mirrors arose. Patsy’s highly logical parents were thrown off their rocker and could not fathom the curiosities surrounding their daughter. It was the one secret the family kept. Throughout her childhood Patricia’s adoption had been softly brought up when appropriate. But her oddities were not something they felt should be let slip.
She attended a muggle grade school before the age of 11. Patsy loathed the uniform and often purposefully cut holes over the knees of her tights. Blaine took time from his work (which was completed at home after Patsy’s birth) and brought Patricia to supposed psychics and mediums who all said the same thing: his daughter was possessed by a demon. Blaine and Eleanor found the notion ridiculous as their daughter’s behavior, though peculiar, was quite healthy and lacked any violence. Eventually, after having given up hope for an answer, a knock came upon the door a few months after Patsy’s tenth birthday. A woman, who proclaimed to be a witch, explained that Patricia was a muggleborn witch (her biological parents were also muggles) and that she was encouraged to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the following fall term. The wizarding world was certainly a thrilling enigma and the prospect inspired subtle paintings for Eleanor. Blaine did an extensive inquiry on the sport of quidditch.
Upon arrival at Hogwarts Patricia and the other first years were lead to the Great Hall. The sorting hat took a minute to debate between Hufflepuff and Slytherin before deciding upon the latter. It was difficult adjusting to house pride. Patsy had a phobia of snakes after witnessing her father’s toe fall victim to a snake bite while out on hike. It had swollen something fierce but the creature was not venomous. She hated the common room and would burrow her nose in a book and scurry out as fast as possible. The banners and even the badge on her uniform were highly unsettling. Some of the older Slytherins gave her a bit of a hard time, but as her fist year concluded she found her phobia had ebbed into a fear but her house mascot was no longer a bother. Unlike the muggle children who Patsy had gotten along swimmingly with, the students at Hogwarts were not as receptive. She was a target for mockery because of her extreme optimism. She was seen as weird by Slytherins for befriending other houses, while other members of different houses judged her automatically simply for the fact she was sorted into Slytherin. But not everyone was like that; she made a decent some of friends and has so far enjoyed her experience at Hogwarts. Over time more people have begun to open up to her as she has made her intentions clear.

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IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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NAME/ALIAS: Brie
AGE: 19
EXPERIENCE: 4 years on and off
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
ANYTHING ELSE?: Hello! :3
RP SAMPLE: She knew not what it was that had called her to the outskirts of the city; but something promising wafted in the air. Standing amongst a sea of grass that scratched at the sensitive skin of her ankles, Gwethana heaved a sigh grateful for a moment away from her troubles. Gwethana shielded her eyes from the blinding rays of midday sun; her vision blurred. An ebony dot marked the horizon, she thought it merely a figment of her imagination turned soft by the heat. When the gold-dipped petals of a wildflower captivated her attention, she thought little of it and turned inhaling its sweet scent. An unconscious thought struck at the chords of her mind, but Gwethana paid little heed aggravated that the flower’s identity had escaped her mind. But something else pulled at her attention and forced the princess to straighten herself and face the impending “mirage”.
The figure was blurred but soon merged into the shape of a man, whose sun-kissed flesh was draped in dark fabric. Her lips tightened; it was an odd thing to wear this time of wear. Black attracted the sun’s warmth, and he was the color of coal! The stranger was bound to be sweating buckets. She cringed briefly at the thought but hastily wiped off the scowl from her lips. Gwethana squared her shoulders and hardened her gaze, as though demanding the man to become visible at once.
And he did.
A light gasp rolled from her tongue. All she could do was stand and stare, gaping, unable to peel her emerald orbs off of his frame. She knew those eyes. She knew that face. It had been quite some time she had last been in his presence, so very long ago that it felt as though she were floating in some weird dream that she wasn’t quite sure she wished to wake from. The heat, it had to be melting away her logic, yet as he approached she knew his life to be true. The horse he guided along was more beautiful than any in the royal stable and only he would be in possession of such a creature. Gwethana took a shaky step forward, hands curled in uncertainty at her waist. She feared his reception of her. But why should he? He had failed to return. Anger lit up her core and spread through her body like a wildfire. His father believed him to be dead, she had believed him to be lost to the earth. And now here he was, stumbling towards the capitol with a look of bemused wonder plastered across his face? No, she would not accept this. He was unacceptable.
Hitching up the folds of her gown, Gwethana made a mad dash forward resembling an angry bull ready for the attack. Though it was not a far run her breath had caught within her throat, making it nearly impossible to breath. She gasped loudly, struggling for air until she quite literally jumped before him. Black curls billowed upward like snakes and her mouth stretched wide, bearing teeth.
”You idiot,”she hissed, not allowing him a chance to speak. ”Where in the king’s name have you been? Did you know your father believes you dead? Did you know that I…”
The words froze in her mouth. She seemed as though she were choking on her thoughts and her eyes widened, allowing a blush to settle across her cheeks. Closing her mouth she decided against whatever had been circulating through her mind and instead cast a death glare onto him. ”You best explain yourself Thomas, I am pissed.”
While waiting for a response her eyes traveled anxiously across his body, searching for a scratch or injury that would allude to a possible kidnapping or skirmish. But she merely found skin and the ruddy color of blood beneath. Gwethana did not know if she should be delighted at his return or furious at his seemingly lack of care. Did he even realized the worry she had been placed through? Her eyes moistened; no one had understood. They did not know. She did not tell them either. It was something she had wanted kept strictly between them out of her own selfish desire; and so she was left to suffer in her own misery.

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