Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 6:20:51 GMT -5
ARA
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning
'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home
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Full Name:
Unfortunately - Elaine Arabella Cunningham.
Nickname(s):
Ara, yet Ellie if you must.
Canon or OC?
OC, bby.
Age:
18
Birth date:
9th August
Year:
Seventh
House:
Hufflepuff
Heritage:
As far as she's aware, 100% Irish
You Follow:
Neutral.
Blood:
Pure
Wand:
Birch, eleven inches with a unicorn hair core.
Broom:
Ara has her old and trusty cleansweep. That translates to - She has no idea what model it is, yet it does the job pretty well for Hufflepuff keeper.
Pet:
A female Scottish fold cat called Malkie. Ara doesn't really like owls.
Play-By:
Anne Hathaway
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
+ Cats
+ Gummy bears
+ Pirates
+ Pancakes
+ Reading
Dislikes:
- Waffles
- Breakfast
- Stupidly hot weather
- Make-up
- Led Zepplin
Amortentia:
Chocolate, roses and lavender.
Boggart:
Ara's boggart is herself, yet having lived up to what her father wanted. Cold, uncaring and in all honesty a hell of a lot like her sister. She is also a death eater, and her friends' bodies surround her. This is Ara's worst fear.
Patronus:
Ara's patronus is slightly strange - the actual animal freaks her out. Yes, this is because of the stupid film Jaws. Never again. As you've probably guessed, her patronus is a shark. These cunning fish are symbols of persistence and perserverance.
Strengths:
+ Courage
+ Confident
+ Honest
+ Trusting
+ Ancient Runes
Weaknesses:
- Transfiguration
- Her temper
- Gullible
- Easily freaked out
- Insects
Personality:
Ara is slightly complicated. One of her biggest problems are her cynicism, temper and bluntness. None seem particularly Hufflepuff-ish qualities, now do they? She usually has some form of ulterior motive going on, if she can get something out of a situation. Ara tends to judge people very quickly and hates people who aren't true to themselves.
Ara is usually in some form of a hyperactive state and is incredibly lively. She would do anything for her friends, whom she trusts and has complete faith in. She's a quick thinker, kind and most of the time, an optimist as well as exceptionally strong minded. Ara voices her opinions freely and loudly and truly believes that life is all about having fun.
a p p e a r a n c e
Hair:
Ara's hair isn't really anything special - a wavy deep brown that reaches down to her shoulders. Every now and then Ara likes to cut it short, to just below her chin.
Eyes:
Ara's eyes are dark brown in colour and oval shaped.
Height:
5"7
Weight:
124 Ibs.
Build:
Ara is slim and exercises regularly. In terms of figure, Ara is pretty much just straight up and down, something she dislikes very much about herself.
Unique Features:
Ara doesn't really have any.
Eheh.
h i s t o r y
Family:
Mother: Hannah Cunningham (~ nee Cooper) (Deceased)
Father: Alfred Cunningham ( 34)
Sisters: Persephone Anne Cunningham (18)
History:
Ara has very few happy memories from Her childhood. Her mother, Hannah Cooper, died of cancer when Ara was four. Her father, Alfred Cunningham, was a death eater now lumped with the excruciating task of looking after Ara and her twin sister Persephone. Considering these two characters , this was quite a hard task. Obviously, seeing as Alfred had clearly no clue what he was doing and was still doing death eater things, there were going to be some flaws when raising the two children. One being that he ended up playing favourites. That favourite was Ara.
The plan for Ara was that she would become a perfect pure blooded lady. That meant perfect grades, Slytherin, maybe -hopefully- death eater...
Well none of that turned out like planned.Ara ended up in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. Or as they're commonly known - a load of old duffers. Her grades are average and she turned out the complete opposite of how Dad had planned. She also became good friends with a few half- bloods and muggle borns, not to mention made keeper on the house quidditch team- a very unladylike sport indeed. Meanwhile, Persephone lived up to how Ara was meant to be. Not that it made any difference.
As Ara likes to remind us - Slytherin sounded boring anyway.
o t h e r
Orientation:
Straight as a ... straight thing.
Currently Likes:
Who knows?
Turn Offs:
- Body odour
- Arrogant
- Over protective
- Clueless/ oblivious/ dumb...
Turn Ons:
+ Understanding
+ Good sense of humour
+ Honest
+ Kind
Secrets:
*She can't swim
* She WAS a co-founder of the Sirius Black fan club
*She's refused to even acknowledge her first name ever since SIRIUS told her that it reminded him of his great aunt Elladora, who started the tradition of behxxding house elves. That ruined that.
* She's a Superhero and a pirate. Well at least in her mind.
* She may still slightly like Sirius. Ok, that one was a lie. ;D
a b o u t y o u
Hiya! My name is Haine and I've been on this earth for 15 years. My character is Ara Cunningham (Plus Phil and Gideon) and you can contact me through Neo, email... I have been role playing for a few years.
r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
Not needed, but here you go anyway - taken from a torchwood rp site;;
Of all the times and all the places, Ara just had to lose her mobile phone here. In the centre of London. To put it bluntly, she was screwed. Really. What was the chance of her seeing the lovely little Blackberry phone ever again? The idea to just give up and pronounce it dead was exceptionally tempting ... yet that phone was like her baby. Ara would be lost without it. What with the address book, organizer and the permanent access to the internet, the phone had her life stored in it's silicon hard drive.
She knew for definite that it was in this area. When the girl had walked down the road only a moment ago, it had definitely been there. When she was sitting on the edge of the fountain, it had definitely been there.
Ara groaned, cursing under her breath. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, hoping that someone might have picked it up and started to walk around with it in their hands... then the girl could go ninja on their ass. Now wouldn't that be fun. Without thinking, she reached into her pocket to check the time on her phone. Ara was so going to be late...
Wait a minute.
Phone. Missing. Stop wasting time and looking for it.
There were many ways in which Ara could have looked for her missing technology child. Walking round staring at the floor would be the most common and logical... yet Ara was neither. Plus she was more guaranteed to walk into people, which would hurt. So this only meant one thing to her. She looked around the area, choosing possible
There was the fat biker whom appeared to be living in 1983, yet he had hold of a Motorola Razr. This showed that He didn't need a second phone. So He didn't count.
There was the chav, whom was always a possibility. I mean, come on. The girl was practically bright orange. If anyone was stupid enough to put on that much foundation, they were definitely a suspect.
And then... then there was the guy with the headphones who had taken her seat in front of the fountain. And then he almost fell in the fountain.
The guy didn't appear to be doing anything out of the ordinary and seemed pretty normal...
That just proved it.
Without even a second thought to assume that what she was about to do was sensible, Ara was marching over to Mr headphone man. For a moment, some insignificant part of Ara's brain considered telling her to stop this stupidity before it even started, yet realised the pointlessness of it. Ara never listened to that part of her brain anyway.
"Okay Dude.I know for sure that you have it - you're the only one around here that looks even remotely innocent. So hand over my baby."Ara demanded, her hand extended out in front, waiting for Mr headphone man to hand over her precious Blackberry and throw himself into the fountain and drown - a punishment suitable for even touching the phone without permission.
Congratulations Miss Cunningham, once again you have left another outstanding first impression that no one will ever forget.
