Lillian Marie Evans [Gryffindor]

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Lillian Marie Evans

Lily

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t h e b a s i c s


Full Name:
Lillian Marie Evans

Nickname(s):
Lily, Lils, Evans, Lily-bear, Miss Flower... the list goes on and on.

Canon or OC?
C-c-ca-canon

Age:
17

Birth date:
January 30th, 1960

Year:
7th

House:
Gryffindor

Heritage:
Irish

You Follow:
Order of the Phoenix

Blood:
Muggle-born

Wand:
Willow, 10 1/4", unicorn tail, swishy

Broom:
None

Pet:
Cat named O' Malley

Play-By:
Gia Ferell


p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
-CHOCOLATE
-Coffee
-Chocolate
-Thinking
-Sleeping in
-Charms
-Chocolate
-Potions
-Friends
-People who are considerate
-Flowers
-Music
-Chocolate
-Smiling
-Laughing
-Organization
-Football (the Muggle sport; Soccer in America.)
-(Possibly) James Potter
-Chocolate (why do I have the feeling I mentioned this before…?)


Dislikes:
-Waking up early
-Transfiguration
-Professor Slughorn
-Getting in trouble
-Pretty girls with no brains
-Hormone-driven guys
-People who are prejudice
-People who are spoiled
-Being pestered
-Being forced to do something she really doesn’t want to do
-Pineapple
-Feeling weak


Amortentia:
*Roses & Lilies
*Parchment
*Fresh air
*Freshly mowed grass


Boggart:
Lily sees

Patronus:
give us an explanation, too.

Strengths:
-Studying
-Charms
-Potions
-Socializing
-Organization
-Sticking up for people
-Coming up with solutions
-Getting things done on time
-Listening to instructions in class
-Speaking her mind
-Convincing others
-Memorizing things


Weaknesses:
-James Potter
-Chocolate
-Transfiguration
-Her temper
-Talking about her feelings
-Listening to what others have to say
-Admitting she’s wrong
-Getting too caught up in the moment
-Figuring out what she wants
-Acting before thinking

Personality: I must admit it. I'm a workaholic perfectionist. I have to do my homework as soon as I get, and it has to be done perfectly or I go absolutely insane. If everything in my homework is not done neatly and in the same exact way, I go insane, rip it up, and redo it. I know, weird. But it's just the way I am. I'm a perfectionist who also happens to be a workaholic. Like I said – everything must be perfect, and I have to get everything done the first day I get it. I've stayed up all night once when we got so much homework one day just to finish all of my homework.
I'd like to think of myself as caring. I've let people I hardly know cry on my shoulder, I've let them tell me absolutely anything and everything. I've let them blubber at how horrible their boymates are (or girlmates in a few rare cases) and I've agreed with them in places and nodded and said they were worth more than that and I'll say absolutely anything to make them feel better. I'll even go shopping with Abbi (and shopping with her is dreadful, she makes me try on everything we look at) if it makes her feel better. But sometimes my caring-ness gets in the way. So as soon as someone says 'leave me alone', I'm gone. Out. Bye-bye Lily.
I'm courageous. I know that. Not in the "oh she's so brave" way, either. One of my favorite sayings is this: You have enemies? Good, that means you've stood up for what you believe in at least once. I couldn't care less what others think. The only people who matter to me are the people I care about – and if they think badly of me, then, yeah, it's a bit harder for me to go on with. But I do what I think is right, not what others do.
I'm sarcastic. I swear, I use it all the time. I can't help it - it just jumps out of my mouth. Someone will say something and my mouth will start moving, sarcasm flowing out of it like a second language. But when people talk about me; they always mention it. Like "Lily Evans? Oh yeah, the sarcastic one."
OK. Get this: I'm stubborn. Seriously. Drop dead stubborn. I'm more stubborn than a mule. OK, OK, I'm kind of telling a lie. I'm more stubborn than that. Unless I want to do it; I won't. I'm one of those "leaders" - I've never been a follower. Trust me, when I was a kid, teachers never had to worry about me doing drugs. I was dead set against it. (That was was, mind you. Even I have to loosen up a bit - I've had a fair share of FW.) But the one thing that turns my stubborness switch on is when people say they won't 'let me'.
The last thing I am is… well, hot tempered. I don’t really have to explain this one, do I? It’s fairly easy to understand.




a p p e a r a n c e

Hair: Dark red

Eyes: Emerald green

Complexion: Very, very tiny tan, hardly noticeable. Her cheeks are always a light pink, as though constantly wearing blush.

Height: Five feet


Weight: 127 lbs.


Build: Lily's build is small and skinny. She could never play sports, though. Her upper body strength is OK, but not good enough to do something like gymnastics, and her lower body strength... well, she kicks quite hard. But other then that, she still has a slightly soft look to her, causing you to know she'd never play sports, even though she can be


Unique Features: Lily's most unique features are most likely her dark, dark red hair and bright green eyes. Most people who know her family find it shocking that one daughter has such rare, pretty looks while the other has ... horselike features. Some other features that people find shocking is how she can be tanner then most redheads - not nearly tan enough to say 'yeah, I'm tan', but tan enough to be like 'hmm. odd.'


h i s t o r y

Family:
Mother: RoseEvans
Father: John Evans
Brothers: None
Sisters: Petunia Evans (Though has a fiance and will soon be Dursley)

History: My past… not fun. Let's see. I was born in 1960, in a small house. My sister was two years old at the time and thought I was the most fascinating thing since her Barbie dolls and couldn't stop touching me. Lucky her, I thought it was funny and giggled my little head off. When I first went to school, I was really popular. Everyone loved me because I was so "pretty" (I don't know what they were talking about) and "sweet". All the kids would cluster around me and stroke my red lock, giggling as it would slightly spring up – not like the girls with super curly hair, but just enough to still be fun. I got compliment on my eyes all the time, and I was pretty fine with that.
Then second grade came along. I began to do… "weird" things. Magical things. Sometimes it would be on purpose, other times it wouldn't. Kids began to stay away from me, and Tuney was delighted – for while my popularity dwindled, hers grew. I sat alone at lunch, and the only friend I had was Tuney. Even then, it didn't count. I wanted real friends; people who weren't related to me. I'd had the taste of popularity and I wanted it back. Badly. I finally gave up, burying myself in books and going to the park with Tuney, doing magic and having her yell at me while I got the weirdest feeling we were being watched. When I told this to Petunia, though, she insisted I was going insane. So I went along with it, not being a very social person. Especially with my temper. Yes, I wasn't popular – I was an outcast. But kids didn't make fun of me; ever. Because I think they were slightly afraid I'd do some hocus pocus, as they called it, and hurt them, but it was also partly my temper. I wasn't exactly an agreeable child. I stuck up for myself, and I was stubborn about it too. Not once did I change my mind. So when they made fun of me, it left a permanent anger mark, and I yelled at them and screamed and said quite a few mean things.
Then I met Severus. He was my first real friend, and I was sure we'd be best friends forever. He was sweet to me – he made me angry sometimes, but I always forgave him. When he told me I was a witch; I was so excited. Everything made perfect sense. We became joined at the hip. I'd comfort him after his parents fought, and he'd comfort me after I had a horrible day, or Tuney was being cruel. Because as soon as she realized I was a witch, she high tailed it out of there. We weren't friends – as far as she was concerned, we weren't even sisters. She called me a freak; and hurt me deeper than I'd ever been hurt at the time. She was supposed to be my foundation… but then it was Severus.
Diagon Alley was awesome. I went with Severus and a guide called Hagrid. I learned more; got my wand; tasted chocolate (thank you Hagrid!) and had lots of fun. I was positive that I'd just had the best day of my life.
When I got to Platform 9 and ¾ I had to have Severus help me get in, and I gave my parents a teary good bye. (Of course, I tried to give Tuney a hug, but she just backed away with a disgusted look and acted like she didn't know me). I walked on, though, and when we got to a compartment, I met people who would impact my lives forever. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Petigrew. When I met them, I did not see a star rising, I didn't get this feeling that without them my life would be completely and utterly different, I didn't even want to be buddy buddy with them. No. To me? They were just boys. Guys that happened to be sitting in the same compartment as me. (Though I will admit I did realize they were very attractive; even Peter, in a cute, boyish way.) Of course, then James and Sev got in an argument. So I left – I wasn't in the mood to listen to them bicker.
At my sorting; I went quickly. The hat dropped on my head, and the Sorting Hat did a quite debate. Ahh… brainy… but much more courageous. You belong in… GRYFFINDOR! I went to my table, shooting a sad glance at Severus. Sirius offered me a spot by him; but I, of course, walked past him, sitting by a bubbly blond who was waving me over – Abigail Carone. I'd held on a small shred of hope that Severus would be in Gryffindor; but no such luck. Slytherin for him.
I stayed friends with Severus. I spent more and more time with Abbi, Hayden, and some other girls. James took an interest in me, fl!rting with me and so on; Sirius snickered, Remus was nice, and Peter was shy. Then Sev… he did dark magic. My friends never got why I spent time with him. And to me; that was a horrible thing to do. We got in a huge fight over it. (This was around third year). Severus insisted Remus was a werewolf; and he thought horribly of the Marauders. Yes, at that time, even I was calling them that. And I don't know what made me do it – I didn't like them anymore than he did – but I stuck up for them. At least they didn't do Dark Magic. And then he said something that really got me mad: He wasn't going to let me.
Let me tell you this. Guys – or anyone for that matter – will not tell me what to do. I am my own free person and I will do what I want to. No can tell me 'I won't let you!' because if they say that, I'll do it just to prove them wrong.
And Mulciber and them… they're evil. The Marauders; they just have silly pranks. Some of them make me laugh.
It went on. I got madder and madder at Sev every time he did Dark Magic; and then fifth year, at the end of the year, came around. Sev said the word that tore our friendship apart: mudblood.
The conversation after… that was the worst part.
Replay; shall we? S = Severus, M = Me.
S: I'm sorry.
M: Not interested.
S: I'm sorry!
M: save your breath. I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep out here.
S: I never meant to call you a mublood, it just-"
M: Slipped out? Too late. None of my friends can understand why I talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends – see, you don't even deny it! You don't deny that that's what you're all aiming to be! You just can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you? I can't pretend anymore. You chose your way, me mine.
S: No - listen, I didn't mean -
M: - to call me a mudblood? But you call everyone else a mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?
And then I turned around and left.
James has been dying to get that out of me. So if he wants to know what happened; he can read this. Hope he's pleased.

On the last day; I start d@@ting Richard Press, a cute Ravenclaw. I was happy and excited to be seeing him; and we sent lots of letters to each other over the summer. I also went to France with Abbi; hung out with Haydie. It was a nice summer.
When I got back; I was still seeing Richard; I was a prefect (for the first time) and James was (kind of) laying off. But, even with all this perfect, I was miserable whenever I was alone. I had cried myself to sleep every night that summer; and though I was over that, I was still carrying a broken heart.
I thought Richard would be the one to sew it back together.
I didn't know he would only make it worse.
It was on Valentine's Day. (I bet you anything right now you're nodding and getting it). I went with Richard to Madame Pudifoot's (which is the worst place ever; so either he liked it or thought I did. But anyone who really knows me knows I hate pink). We went, and then he leans over and grasps my hand, and I look at him all weird, like, What the he!! are you doing? (I'm just not much of a hand holding person). So then he was said "Lily?" and he went into this whole explantation on how he wanted to break up because he fancied Jessica.
Wow. Way to make me feel better, eh?
I was getting really fed up with all of this - because he started going off about how wonderful she is, blah, blah, blah. Why did he think I care? I have no idea. The guy obviously has no experience with girls, though. So when he finally said, "You're just nothing in comparision. But we can still be friends, right?" I did what any girl with sense would do: I got up and left. Well, tried to leave. As soon as I stepped out the door he grabbed my shoulder and you know what he said? "Aww, Lils, don't be like that."
Let me tell you this. If a girl is walking away from you; it's usually for a reason. She's not just wandering away. When you touch her as she's walking away? Bad idea. And then you tell her 'not to be like that'? She'll slap you.
I, being more stubborn, defensive, and tempermental, punched him and gave him a bloody nose. Lucky me, he didn't want to admit he got beat up by a girl and told Madame Pomfrey that he ran into a pole.
Unluckily for him; I told everyone (other than the teachers) that I punched him. And poor him, Jessica ran off. I mean, who wants to see a guy who got beaten by a girl?
The next day, I was still fuming. And, being the klutzy person I am, I tripped. Over none other than James Potter's toe.
And he picked me up, smiled dazzingly at me, and said "You really are a klutz, you know that? Anyways, sorry about Richard." (And I must say, he didn't look sorry at all). And I knew right then I was head over heels, and I'd always been, whether I knew it or not.
I always thought Severus was my candle in the dark, the one who kept me from stumbling. I was wrong. James is.
Huh. I can be poetic when I want to. Sweet.
Seventh year... so many things to come. I'll tell you what happens... if I survive through it.



o t h e r

Orientation: Straighter then a stick


Currently Likes: ... someone. Who's name may or may not be James Potter. You know, it's a large world.

Turn Offs:
*Jealousy
*Over protective
*Ignores her
*Wants her to change
*Prejudice
*Cruel
*Conceited

Turn Ons:
*Black hair
*Down to Earth
*Kind
*Can joke around
*Smart
*Takes studies seriously
*Does random sweet things
*Protective

Secrets:
minimum of five.


a b o u t y o u

Hiya! My name is Bella and I've been on this earth for 13 years. My character is Lily Evans and you can contact me through e-mail ([e-mail]). I have been role playing for 3 or 4 years.

r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
It is a rare moment when Lily Evans doesn’t raise her hand. Actually… it’s never happened before. Even in Transfiguration, she got all the answers; she just didn’t get how to actually do the magic. But in Charms class? Lily Evans always raised her hand, Flitwick adored her. People cast the girl weird looks, startled by the fact that her pale hand had not shot up in the air. Lily ignored them, though.
“Lily? Don’t you have the answer?” Flitwick’s high-pitched voice came, interrupting Lily’s train of thought. Jumping up with a squeak, the redhead’s green eyes went wide in shock. Recovering while the class snickered, she asked in a slightly dazed voice,
“Wait… what?”
As she said that, she heard the snickering voice that belonged to none other than Sirius Black stage-whisper, “She’s finally lost it…”
“Shut it, Sirius,” Lily snapped before sending her attention back to the Professor. “Sorry! I didn’t get too much sleep last night.” /Thank you very much, Gryffindor girls,/ she added in her head, shooting Marlene, Dorcas, and Emmeline an evil look.
“Yes, she was quite busy accompanying me, but that’s nothing new. And honestly, she just planned on a quick trip to my bed,” came a faux-innocent voice.
Lily turned around, shooting the infamous James Potter a death glare. “Bastard,” she hissed angrily. “Go rot in hell!" Luckily, Flitwick didn't hear her as he said in a scandalized tone,
"Mr. Potter! I would like to speak with you about your innapropriate words after class. Miss Evans, we may discuss you dozing after I have a word with your friend here."
Sirius snorted at that while Lily blushed red, feeling as though she was about to die.
/Damn you, Potter/ she cursed him furiously in her head.
A voice belonging to Dorcas Meadows then whispered in her ear, "So. Tell me all about this fun night you had with Potter..."
"Shut UP, Dorcas!" Lily yelled. The woes of fourth year...