Post by aesop on Jul 28, 2009 10:27:53 GMT -5
Mary Gemma Sinclair.
MARY GEM.
the whole world is moving and i'm standing still
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Full Name: Mary Gemma Sinclair
Nickname(s): Mary Gem, Marebear
Canon or OC? OC
Age: Sixteen.
Birth date: January 1st
Year: Sixth.
House: Hufflepuff.
Heritage: Both parents are extremely Scottish.
You Follow:
Err, neutral?
Blood: Half blood.
Wand: Willow, 12 1/4 inches, unicorn tail core.
Broom: Nimbus 5000, the latest and greatest.
Pet: A barn owl named Toto.
Play-By: Becky Lou Filip.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
-vanilla chai tea
-dancing
-children
-a challenge
-summer
-boys
-flowers, especially tigerlilies
-firewhiskey
-laughing&smiling
-smores, mmm
-singing
-sleeping in
-walking along the beach
-adventures
-candles
-vintage
-animals
-laying in the grass
-love
-riding horses
-rain
-catching lightening bugs
-almonds
-cuddling
-a cigarette now and then
Dislikes:
-war
-getting sick
-waking up early
-boring people
-obnoxious boys
-mayonnaise
-stupid fads
-technology
-stupid people
-people who think they're smart but are in fact, stupid
-getting mad
Amortentia:
For Mary Gem, her Amortentia smells like wood burning, symbolizing her love of summer night bonfires. Another scent involved is the smell of a cologne her dad used to wear, though she doesn't know the name of it. The final thing she smells is a menthol cigarette, since they're quite enjoyable to smoke every so often.
Boggart:
When Mary saw a Boggart it turned into her youngest brother's body, lifeless and bloodied up. It was the most horrific sight for her because she's very close with him and treats him as a mother would since her own mother passed away.
Patronus:
A Shetland pony. Her family owns a few horses and she loves them. The Shetland she used to ride was so strong and so big she always felt so protected riding him.
Strengths:
-charms class
-can play piano&sing well
-good listener
-pretty good chaser (quidditch)
-finds the bright side of everything
Weaknesses:
-falls asleep in class a lot
-extremely gullible
-cute boys with great smiles
Personality:
Mary Gem is a genuinely amicable person. She sincerely likes most people and believes in the good in everyone. Even if somebody screws her over, she's quick to forgive and forget. She believes in loyal, fair friendships and once she considers you a friend, there's no length she wouldn't go to help you out. Her friends often become close as family and she loves them all wholeheartedly. She's nonjudgmental so her variety of friends is vast and contradicting, but she doesn't mind their differences; she embraces them. She may be a bit wild but she is very bright, especially when it comes to things about life, and always willing to offer advice. And even if she can't offer advice, she's always available to listen.
She's peaceful by nature and enjoys the quiet moments of life. She wishes she was born a hippie Muggle back in the '60s. These days she feels like there's too much hate, intolerance, and violence. Yoga and meditation are two favorite past times because she feels like they center her and keep her calm and relaxed. Mary doesn't stress over anything and her behavior can sometimes seem careless but she really just believes that things will work themselves out, whether that's true or not. She rarely raises her voice and the only fights she's ever been in were on behalf of her friends or family.
It's incredibly difficult to make Mary Gem angry. She laughs most things off or just shrugs them away. She has an extremely long fuse. However, if you do manage to make it to the end, run for your life because she will snap something awful. On the other hand, it is incredibly easy to fool her. She has an innocence of trusting people and could be called gullible. She's usually the one getting tricked, and can appreciate a good prank.
Whether it's a night in or a night out, she's prepared for anything. Mary likes going out and hitting the party scene, but sometimes she'd rather unwind with some good friends and a few butterbeers. She's very social and loves being around loved ones and meeting new people, but she also savors some quality time alone. She likes to stay active and is the first one to scrounge up an unofficial quidditch match. She's laid back and would much rather kick it in old jeans and a t-shirt than a too-short skirt and belly shirt.
One of her biggest faults is she can never back down from a challenge. No matter what it may be concerned with, she can't say no. Her pride is the problem and she'd rather die than be a coward for any reason. Her father instilled that a good name is better than anything else in the world. Mary Gem tries her best to keep her name clean and out of anyone's mouth. She understands that reputations are everything, although she thinks its bollocks, and tries to keep a good one for herself. She wants to be someone that her friends, boyfriends, family can be proud to say they know.
a p p e a r a n c e
Hair: Dark brown/black. It lightens a little in the summer, though, which she likes.
Eyes: Blue-green. Sometimes more blue, sometimes more green.
Complexion: She's Scottish as can be, so she has smooth, pale skin. Although, in the summer she catches quite a bit of color.
Height: Mary Gem is not the tallest, probably reaching 5'2" on a good day.
Weight: She's a petite 105 pounds and eats more than five teenage boys combined.
Build: Mary's small and slender. She's got some curves but they're proportional to her body and nothing too dramatic. She wishes she was a little taller and a little heavier but she's gotten used to her size and doesn't mind it so much anymore. She is very toned though, from playing quidditch and from all the outdoorsy activities she does. Back home she took yoga classes so she does yoga in her room from time to time. But she takes a run around the grounds everyday and likes to meditate outside in warm weather.
Unique Features: She's got a few beauty marks here and there but nothing really special. She has multiple ear piercings and has a tongue ring, but most people don't know about that one. Periodically she'll pierce her nose then take it out and heal it only to repierce it again. She'd love to get a tattoo one day but her dad would probably kill her.
h i s t o r y
Family:
Mother: Ainsley Patterson Sinclair, deceased.
Father: Charles Sinclair
Brothers: Thomas Sinclair, age 8 and Wallace Sinclair, age 3.
Sisters: None.
History:
Mary Gem grew up in a loving, comfortable home in the Scottish countryside. Charles Sinclair was an Auror and Ainsley Patterson Sinclair was a Muggle, but they loved each other something fierce. She was their first child and their pride and joy. She was homeschooled by her mother and played with the muggle kids on neighboring farms. Mary began showing magical ability at eight years old, and her father was thrilled. He moved his daughter and pregnant wife to London, England so that Mary Gem could attend Hogwarts when the time came.
A healthy baby boy was born and Mary was no longer an only child. The next few years passed quickly. Her father worked for the Ministry, her mother stayed home with Thomas, Mary began Hogwarts. She loved it there. The Sorting Hat was torn between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, but decided Hufflepuff in the end and Mary Gem still thinks rightly so. She found the group of friends she needed and focused on the work she needed to complete, but never forgot to have fun. She wrote home often and practically jumped out of her seat every time she got a letter. Her friends teased her but it had been impressed on her since birth that family was to always be her number one priority and so it was.
Something terrible happened, though. In Mary Gem's third year, her mother became pregnant again. When Mary returned home for the summer, the baby was ready to come. Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth and although the baby boy lived, Ainsley passed away. Her husband was overcome with grief and for three months hardly got out of bed. He began drinking heavily and fell into a deep depression. He still does at certain times of year, such as the anniversary of his wife's death. Mary took care of her brothers, especially the newborn Wallace. The time came where she had to go back to school and her father managed to finally get his act together, remembering that he had children to watch after and a job to resume.
Nothing else that major happened in Mary Gem's life over the next few years. She fell in love, she fell out of love, she found new love. She fought and laughed and cried and was up and was down. She managed to always pass her classes, despite sleeping through them all year. She made best friends and she made enemies. She learned that life goes on even when you think it may never be able to and that time heals all wounds. Getting through life takes optimism and Mary Gem can't wait to find what life will hold for her.
o t h e r
Orientation: Straight as an arrow, though get a few cups of firewhiskey in her and she'll kiss a girl or two.
Currently Likes:
Being single.
Turn Offs:
-jerks
-cockyness
-stupidity
-too much cologne
-not enough cologne
-ugly teeth
-high pitched voice
Turn Ons:
-simple guys next door
-calloused hands
-a nice smile
-thick, dark hair
-good sense of humor
-easy to talk to
-bad boys with good hearts
Secrets:
Mary Gem is allergic to bananas but eats them anyway because she likes the taste so she usually coughs for two days after she eats one. She's incredibly bad at taking compliments so usually makes a joke out of them. She thinks a simple, sweet kiss is the perfect way to end a date. She would do anything for anybody, all they have to do is ask. She believes in the power of karma but sometimes wonders why good people seem to get screwed and bad people get everything they want.
a b o u t y o u
Hiya! My name is Aesop and I've been on this earth for seventeen years. My character is Mary Gem Sinclair and you can contact me through messaging me on the forum. I have been role playing for maybe six years.
r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
He could feel the cold air around him. Suffocating, twisting around the intricate details of the white Galouise cigarette, perched between a pair of slender fingers. Galouise cigarettes were the best of them all, the French brand made smoking more of a self-suicide over a long period of time. But more of like a way of healing, a way of forgetting.
The male had to forget a lot of things, wish most of his memory away.
His mind was delusional, his eyesight disabled slightly from the alcohol intoxication. Alcohol was his only friend, the only one faithful to him his whole twenty-seven years of life on this son of a bitch one calls earth. Why, his mother had given him, fuck his father, and even all the pretty ladies that eyed him down, as if he had a chance, had failed him to. Nope, for this guy, it was just him, a couple packs of Galouise Cigarettes, and a bottle of vodka and he was good to go. He was in his serenity.
He couldn't hear the loud noises around him, the begging of some homeless people on the streets, jingling their change as if it wasn't enough. Couldn't hear a damn thing. The only thing the male could hear was the beating of his own heart, his own helpless heart. The sloshes of his shuffling shoes against the cold pavement, one of his converse shoes even as so lucky as to make contact with a cool, cold puddle. Damnit. He brought his brown eyes down to the scene, his pale face and his smooth lips curving inwards into a frown, creases on his smooth forehead caused his dark eyebrows to almost look as if attached slightly.
So there Cooper Harris stood, near the alley way behind the Electric Club Factory, sniffing and spitting as he peered out from beneath the hood of a dark brown sweatshirt. Even though he was wearing a biker jacket over the sweatshirt, he didn't look the least bit warm. And when he threw back his hood, it was impossible to notice his waves of brown, un-kept hair, and a bruised face and somewhat bloodshot brown eyes. He looked more like a terminally ill patient than a bartender at the Electric Club Factory, where he sold liquor faster than selling black lipstick at Hot Topic. He would probably take that as a compliment. Death becomes him, and his bleak aesthetic colors the city like a large, dark bloodstain.
And when he heard the voice of the young female, the high pitched voice of a probably dainty woman with a future ahead of her, he turned, his predictions almost marked right on the dot. With her gray eyes looking back into his own lifeless brown ones, his head tilted to the side. Glancing to his cancerous cigarette, and then back to the female, he slowly reached a slender hand back into his jean pockets to retrieve the lighter he possessed.
"You know, smoking is bad for you," he stated, bringing the lighter out into the cold, crisp air of New York, wide eyes staring at it for quite some time until he handed it to the female, shrugging lightly.
