LAFAYETTE, rowan elizabeth.

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rowan elizabeth lafayette.
RO.
when you see my face, hope it gives you hell.

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t h e b a s i c s


Full Name: Rowan Elizabeth Lafayette.


Nickname: Ro. Mostly just Rowan, though.


Canon or OC? Original Character.


Age: Sixteen.


Birth date: July 27th, 2003.


Year: Sixth year.


House: Gryffindor.


Heritage: Spanish-American. French long, long ago.


You Follow: Neutral.


Blood: Muggle-Born.


Wand: 10" Oak with Dragon Heartstring.


Broom: None.


Pet: Chester. Yes, it's a girl.


Play-By: Willa Holland, who is the sex.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:

, Boys.
, Watching Quidditch.
, Sneaking out.
, Tofu.
, Music.
, Chester.
, Midnight kitchen raids.
, Gryffindors.
, Messing with Filch.
, Firewhiskey.
, Gingerbread cookies.
, Summertime.
, Rain and/or thunder.
, The ocean.
, Big dogs.
, Muggle football.

Dislikes:

, Getting caught.
, Detentions.
, Meat.
, Any Slytherins, really.
, Professors.
, Americans. (Ironic.)
, Lying.
, Authority.
, Being yelled or bitched at.

Amortentia:

, Brown Sugar.
, Snickerdoodles.
, Broom Polish.
, Honey Teddy Grahams.

Boggart:

Rowan's greatest fear is actually kind of cheesy, and she hates to admit that this is what scares her most. She knows she's a bit.. overpowering to some guys, and that for some, it's a bit annoying. Rowan's never had a boyfriend that lasted for more than a few weeks, so she's pretty sure that she isn't going to get married, or at least have a long-term boyfriend. So, yes, her greatest fear is someone lacking commitment toward her.

Patronus:

Rowan's patronus would be a fox. If you read her personality, you'd get the general idea why, but if you're too lazy, I'll half-way explain. Being cunning, sly, and ambitious are all common stereotypes people associate with foxes. Therefore, a fox and Rowan kind of go hand and paw.

Strengths:

, Determined.
, Experienced.
, Resourceful.
, Ambitious.
, Cunning.
, Instinctive.

Weaknesses:

, Stubborn.
, Selfish.
, Overbearing.
, Arrogant.
, Apathetic.
, Erratic.

Personality:

rowan is fiery. she'll bite you if you come too near - metaphorically speaking - and usually she'll talk as easily to someone she just met as to a lifelong friend. she loves sports, her favorite being soccer (or football). she's also witty. she often prefers verbal battles rather than physical, because verbal battles are much safer and have a tendency to attract other people. and that's another thing about her: she loves to show off. rowan is usually quite confident and holds a fiery sense of pride. luck comes frequently to her; however, she has a quick temper, as well as a dynamic personality. she loves being sarcastic and is partial to make everyone else's life as hard as possible. (did i mention how cynical she is? no?) her number one pet peeve is idiots.

rowan is regarded as adventurous, active and outgoing. although she is independent, outgoing and assertive, rowan is also surprisingly trusting, often innocently walking into the lion's den at times. no matter what upheaval, challenge or triumph she confronts, rowan has a wonderful ability to bounce back. her faith in life and the future remains untouched by hardship. she is also forceful, dynamic and aggressive, and as a result, she sometimes finds herself with dilemmas surrounding her romantic relationships. for rowan, a man has to be a 'real man' to deal with an her, otherwise she intimidates him. she's constantly running her fingers through her hair, and she's prone to accidents and talking without thinking. but whatever the situation, rowan is a 'doer' rather than a 'talker'. she is the impulsive, act first, ask questions or have doubts later, highly competitive girl who stands out. that's why her life is often filled with many dramas, and sometimes even accidents. her ability to live life close to the edge provides her with a wealth of 'real experience' to call upon. when someone like rowan talks about something or somewhere, they've usually done it or been there, rather than simply read about it in a book. being an active person, she can't adapt to any kind of restriction, particularly possessive relationships. she often travels to escape any feelings of being stuck or possessed.

rowan also loves challenges. in fact, if everything is running smoothly, she is quite capable of going out and doing something (sometimes quite foolish) to rock the boat. rowan loves to race in, where angels fear to tread. her values are more intellectual than spiritual. primarily a girl of action, she demonstrates subtlety and cunning. frank and amiable, she makes quick decisions, and grasp ideas just as quickly. quick of mind, and just as quick to anger, rowan is known for her impatience, and is prone to be arrogant.

another trait of rowan's is her charisma. she can convince and talk her way out of any situation, which she has a certain talent for. rowan is full of nonstop energy when working on something she loves. she will continue to work tirelessly after all the others have gone home. however, rowan relishes in running the whole show and if challenged, will defend herself heedlessly. the energy and aggressiveness that makes her such a bold person can also work against her. she is usually argumentative and headstrong. her quick temper is guaranteed to flair up from time to time and if you anger her, she will hold grudges. as for love, rowan has a strong sense of romance. she is very possessive of her boymate, and is prone to jealousy. she is very expressive in love and is definitely not the one to hold back her feelings. she is very faithful to her boymate, and will not typically go straying after other people. she loves spontaneity in a relationship, and will often do unexpected things with him.

rowan is both an "ideal" person and a "social" person, who sees everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. she wants to both help (at least, her own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on both an individual and a humanitarian level. she is interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discards most of them for one reason or another. she is also probably one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet. she likes what she likes and she likes things her way. she's one of those "my way, no highway option" types. if she's set on going to bed at ten o'clock, she's going to bed at ten o'clock. if she meets you and doesn't like you, she doesn't like you. there's a snowball's chance in hell that someone, even one of her closest friends, could change that. first impressions are everything to her, and if you get on her bad side, may god help you.

rowan was always the type of girl to never get emotional about things. she puts up walls around herself, a sort of protection to keep others from breaking through. she distances herself from others, although now it's more by instinct than choice. her friends have gotten past this aspect of her, somehow working their ways into the mortar that holds these walls together. most of them have just accepted it for being a part of who she is, but there are others who either find it impossible to get to her or are always trying to worm their way past the heavy bricks. she doesn't cry easily, seeing it as a sign of weakness. actually, few people have ever seen her get emotional about things. the only two emotions that come easy are happiness and anger. yes, rowan has a bit of a short fuse. she's actually quite passionate about her opinions and decisions, and when someone opposes them or something of that hollyure, she's been known to snap. of course, it's all a defense on her part. she doesn't want anyone to see past the façade that she puts up where, somewhere deep down, she really does care about things and cry like a normal person; you just don't see it. she's had years to practice under this mask, and she's become quite a pro.

rowan was never one for schedules. she hated plans, and generally did her own thing. she was always late to every appointment, and people learned to accept it. sometimes, she would go off from whoever she was traveling with and not care at all where she was or who she was with.

rowan knows how to handle herself, and though she can't do everything by herself, she likes to think she can. her mind is used to thinking quickly, and her body reacts appropriately, with 'lightning' speed and generally quick reactions. giving someone a good punch, disarming or otherwise inhibiting them to perform simple actions it is like second nature to her. she's certainly not used to holding back, which is probably why she's not so well-behaved.



a p p e a r a n c e

Hair:

There really isn't anything special about Rowan's hair. It's chest length, it's dark brown. After a shower, it gets curlier, but flattens out once completely dry. It's normally slightly frizzy, if not totally frizzed out and out of control. It's generally down and messed up, though there is that odd occasion she decides to put in the extra effort and pull it into a sloppy bun or ponytail. She does enjoy curling it into slight waves when she's bored in the mornings.

Eyes:

I don't really know what you'd call this color of eyes. They're green, they're blue, they're gray. Greayue? Sure, let's go with that. I would say they were more of an olive color, with always-mascaraed eyelashes. They aren't specially wide, nor are they thin. They're around an almond shape, almost. She doesn't care too much for her eyes but she does nothing to change them.

Complexion:

Not extraordinarily tan, but not albino-white. During the winter she's quite obviously paler than say, during the summer, but it still holds that slightly darker look from her earlier Spanish ancestors.

Height: 5'6.


Weight: 135lbs. Or around there, I don't understand girl weight. P:


Build: Average.


Unique Features: Freckles along her collarbone.


h i s t o r y

Family:
LAFAYETTE, emilie; Mother, Muggle.

LAFAYETTE, taylor; Father, Muggle.

History:

Rowan Lafayette was born the first and only child of Emilie and Taylor Lafayette, two Muggles that lived in a small flat in London, England. She grew up in the topmost flat of a ten-story apartment-like building, her only sibling a little black cat named Chester, despite the fact Chester was a girl. She was surprisingly a great tempered child compared to her feistyness today, who would sleep contentedly in his pram, which was always situated not far from her stay-at-home Mum. As she stayed at home for most of her life, there wasn't really any interaction with other children her age.

Rowan was never around any magic whatsoever, so it practically put Emilie and Taylor in shock once Rowan was able to levitate herself off of her top bunk and on to the ground safely at age seven. Because of the use of magic, the Ministry arrived and simply explained that their only child, and daughter, was a witch. Despite the first initial fear of magic, they grew to accept and love it, and were quite proud that their little girl was something unique in their world. They took Rowan to get her school supplies themselves, and waved goodbye as she took off into the barrier that they weren't allowed to enter.

It was around the first few days of school that Rowan began to toughen up, but she at least managed to make a few friends along the way of seclusion. Rowan had a few boyfriends here and there, though not one survived for more than a few weeks. Either the boy or Rowan would end the relationship, and that would be that. No one thought too much of it, but Rowan is literally freaking out about it. And Spencer is too lazy to write anything else so THE END. :K


o t h e r

Orientation: Heterosexual.


Currently Likes: Ryan Marcoux.


Turn Offs:

, Shortness.
, Tubby men.
, High-pitched voices.
, Blondes.
, Smelliness.
, Creeper smiles.

Turn Ons:

, Dark hair.
, Dark eyes.
, Tallness.
, Intelligence.
, Athletic ability.
, Sweetness.

Secrets:

, Has never been kissed.
, Is still a virgin.
, Originally wanted to be a Slytherin.
, Finds older men very attractive.
, Honestly self-conscious about herself.


a b o u t y o u

Hiya! My name is Spencer and I've been on this earth for sixteen years. My character is ?? and you can contact me through PM and AIM {spentastically}. I have been role playing for three years.

r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
Nathaniel had been sitting in his flat for well over two hours, staring blankly at the wall while he was sprawled across the couch with a fuzzy white dog curled up beside him. It was mostly silent except for the gentle breathing of Whiskers, the slightest of snores whimpering out every few minutes. He knew he should get ready; the clock's persistent ticking reminded him of this every second. Even though he knew this, he just couldn't bring himself to get up and do anything. Nathaniel didn't know whether it was nerves or some other feeling he wasn't quite sure about: all he knew was that it was rather difficult to do anything but stare blankly.

At long last he removed the ball of fur beside him, and walked slowly in to his bathroom and undressed slowly, his mind in a complete fog - his entire time in the shower, and even pressing and dressing seemed all like a blur, and he was rather shocked to find he was completely ready, shoes and all, by the front door. Glancing at the clock once more, he took a deep sigh and rubbed his brow in frustration. Ten 'til six, ten minutes until dinner. Five days ago (today being Saturday), he had called Sophee with crazed determination.

Nathaniel had met her father only once, and it was under very odd circumstances (those being that his sixteen year old son's girlfriend was having a child). Kalaver seemed like a pretty nice guy then, given the circumstances. However, Nate had yet to meet Sophee's mother, Dominique Wood, and though he had heard stories from Sophee and Silas alike, he insisted on meeting her. According to Sophee, it was to be just the four of them for dinner that night, which practically scared the hell out of Nathaniel - he was never one for meeting parents.

He was to Apparate from his small flat in Diagon Alley to the Woods' home at precisely two 'til six to take a brief walk up to their door, and arrive for dinner. With another quick glance at the clock, he saw it to be five 'til. Countdown of three minutes. He took a brief glance down, wondering if there would be a need to change. It was a rather casual appearance, yet still with a sense of elegance he hoped would impress Dominique. Black pants, white button down shirt, and a matching jacket with polished shoes. Not only had he chosen this to wear because of the dinner, but because this was nearly the exact same he had worn the night he first asked Sophee out (though refitted as he'd grown quite a few inches).

There really wasn't a sense in going and rooting through his piles of clothes and wasting valuable time (another glance to the clock, just one minute), and besides, he felt rather comfortable in this anyway. Checking for his keys in his front pocket, he pulled them out slowly, turning his head slightly to see Whiskers zoned out on the sofa once more. "Not even a good luck bark, lazy mutt," he muttered, and this normally would have ended in a small chuckle had it not been for his increasing fear for what that night would bring. Kalaver wouldn't kill him, would he? Oh Merlin. Stepping out of the flat and into the cramped hallway that eventually led to stairs, he locked his door, and Apparated on the spot.

The night was rather warm, with it being summer and all, but a slight breeze helped cool Nathaniel down drastically. Rows of houses lined up the street, light leaking through the windows, children playing outside - though nobody even looked to see where that loud crack had come from, and why a seventeen year old boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Nathaniel's attention was not on these things, and instead on the little plaques nailed to the mailboxes outside of each and every house. He had nearly forgotten the three digit number, but after staring intently at each mailbox he at long last remembered. Striding up the sidewalk toward the porch of house three-eighty-three, he paused briefly before rapping on the door with his knuckles and waiting patiently for someone to answer.

That's my usual intro length. Normally, anyway. Post-length varies between 200-500 words, depending on my mood. =P