Post by Dea on Jul 26, 2009 15:06:08 GMT -5
Rowena Helena Ravenclaw.
Er...Professor Ravenclaw?
I know that you're smart,
You mentioned it before,
You can read and write, I'll bet,
Well baby, you perform.
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Full Name: Rowena Helena Ravenclaw.
Nickname(s): RoRo (“Helga insists on calling me that,”) and Ro.
Canon or OC? Canon baby.
Age: Eighteen.
Birth date: December Fourteenth, 1009.
Year: She’s a Founder. And she is a teacher. And Head of Ravenclaw. Teacher of Charms.
House: Like I said, Head of Ravenclaw house.
Heritage: She’s full Scottish.
You Follow: This whole thing wasn’t so around at this time. Let’s see: Salazar wasn’t too keen on Muggleborns. Godric was very fierce about Muggle rights. Helena and Rowena stick by Godric.
Blood: Her blood runs Purely.
Wand: Her wand is made of Elder wood. It’s ten inches long, with a Hair of a Unicorn as a core.
Broom: “It is unladylike for a woman to ride a broom, much less a woman of my stature.”
Pet: She and Helga share an Owl. That’s it.
Play-By: Amy Lee.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
-Charms
-Hogwarts
-The other Founders. Most of the time.
-Teaching.
Dislikes:
-Salazar, a hell of a lot of the time.
-When people act stupid when it is unneeded or called for.
-Crude men.
-Arranged marriages.
Amortentia:
Firstly, she smells rose petals, mostly because that was always the smell of her Nursemaid, the mother figure in her life.
Secondly, she smells Helga’s cooking. No, she isn’t a lesbian. Helga’s cooking is to die for, and the smell always reminds her of all the laughs she and Helga have.
The third and final smell smells a hell of a lot like Salazar’s office.
Boggart:
Her boggart tends to take the form of her sobbing. She looks paler and less healthy, as if she’s been in that state for a while. There are no external cuts, bruises, or anything suggesting harm. Her own conclusion is love gone wrong.
Patronus:
Her Patronus takes the form of an Eagle. Eagles are regal creatures, perhaps suggesting her good breeding and her haughty stature. They are quick, and Rowena is quick-minded. They are also the crest of the Ravenclaw household, and Ravenclaw house in Hogwarts. She picked the Eagle for the sheer fact it was the crest of her house. She didn’t even think about the fact it was also her Patronus until after she had had the standard made.
Strengths:
-Charms.
-Her quick mind.
-She’s also good with getting her way. She knows she is attractive, and uses that to her will.
-She’s also good at leaving people stumped. When she gets annoyed, she says something hard to figure out. This also means she is good at Riddle games.
Weaknesses:
-Unfortunately, if anything is not rational, she refuses to acknowledge it. She is therefore a firm unbeliever of Divination, and, in turn, is not very good at it.
-She isn’t the best at expressing her attraction to someone.
-She is impulsive, but once she does something, she generally thinks on it way too much.
-She often gets wrapped up in her own thoughts.
Personality:
How to describe Rowena? She is smart, for one. She has gone down in history as ‘one of the brightest witches of all time’.
As much as she denies it, she is also vain. It may come from her mother, who constantly encouraged the perfect appearance.
This also leads on to the fact she isn’t just a vain perfectionist with her appearance. Her office is in immaculate order, as is her bedroom and classroom.
She is smart, as we’ve established, but she isn’t always comfortable around people. Especially men she admires, particularly romantically. She often finds herself carefully planning what she says, and, instead of getting closer, she tends to have a battle of wits with them.
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Hair: Rowena’s hair is lustrous and black. When she can, she washes it religiously. She combs it almost as religiously, resulting in a clean kept hairstyle. She wears her diadem with it often. She plaits the front around to the back of the head, and leaves the rest to hang.
Eyes: Her eyes are almond shaped and dark brown. They are framed with thick eyelashes, and occasionally have bags underneath them, seeing as she does stay up late, sorting out paper work and business about the school.
Complexion: Rowena’s complexion is clear. She does clean it as often as she can, and stays out of the sun, resulting in very few freckles.
Height: Rowena stands at a graceful Five foot Six, straight-backed and head held high.
Weight: She weighs about 130 pounds, which is pretty ideal. She occasionally skips a meal, to grade essays, of course.
Build: Rowena is of ‘Good breeding.’ She is good looking, stands straight, and has just the right amount of muscle tone. She is...formed, and the corsets she is required to wear only seem to stress that fact,
Unique Features: She has a strong jaw, and often wears a diadem.
h i s t o r y
Family:
Mother: Helena Ravenclaw. Rowena's middle name was named after her. She never had an amazing relationship with her, seeing as she was raised by a Nursemaid. Deceased, Influenza.
Father: Rowen Ravenclaw. She was named for him. Again, she didn’t know him to well either, seeing as he didn’t have a whole load to do with her either. Deceased, Influenza.
Brothers: Reginald Ravenclaw. Deceased. He died in a drunken brawl. He was partial to the drink.
Sisters: None.
History:
Rowena was born and raised in Inverness, Scotland. Her family were of high-rank, and magical blood. Her mother basically had her, named her, and threw her at the Nurse.
Rowena and the Nurse developed more of a Mother/Daughter bond then Rowena and her mother ever did. Her mother could really care less; She had more important things to do.
When Rowena hit Sixteen, a terrible Influenza struck, and both Rowena’s parents fell ill. They couldn’t fight it and, sadly, died. Rowena and Reginald then became wards of the Hufflepuffs, which Rowena didn’t mind, seeing as she and Helga were very close. Rowena’s brother then took to drinking, and passed away not to long after a drunken brawl, which was a relief on the Hufflepuffs, seeing as he was partial to their finest alcohol.
It was then Rowena and Helga started talking of opening a school, as the local education was…shocking. They decided they needed slightly richer sponsors, and found Godric and Salazar. The two were distant cousins.
They also happened to be distant friends of the Hufflepuffs.
After a lot of convincing, and a lot of hunting, they arrived at what would be Hogwarts. And then, after much renovating (and fighting over towers), they had Hogwarts.
o t h e r
Orientation: Straight.
Currently Likes:
Turn Offs:
-When they are so stupid. Really.
-Vulgar.
-Dirty.
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Turn Ons:
-Smart.
-Witty.
-Not overly-protective.
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Secrets:
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-Is afraid of a relationship. Afraid of someone just...leaving her.
-She never cried over her brother. She was sad, but never cried.
-She and Helga once put worms in a christmas pie and gave it to Helga's dad. They thought it was funny.
a b o u t y o u
Hiya! My name is Dea and I've been on this earth for 14 years. My characters are Thalia Wintringham and Rowena Ravenclaw and you can contact me through PMs or Neo. I have been role playing for a pitiful nearly two years.
r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
Christ in a dinghy.
Was it midnight?
Well. It had to be. Helga had left about two hours ago. Which had been ten o’clock. So…Yeah. Ugh, stupid. Stupidstupidstupid. Why had she set this essay? And, of course, they stupid kids had done the essay. She slammed her head on the desk. Well, here was another night of no sleep.
“Well, that was pointless,” said a cool voice from the armchair in the corner of her office. She squeaked and nearly fell off her chair. Then realized it was only Salazar. In her office. At Twelve o’ two in the morning.
“Why are you here, Salazar? And why are you here at Midnight?”
“No reason, Rowwie dearest. And it’s Twelve o’ two.”
“I don’t care Salazar. It’s late. And I have…Fifteen more essays to read through.” Damn children.
“Jesus, Ravenclaw. Calm down. I just came for some idle chat.”
“At twelve in the morning.”
“Twelve o’ five, actually.”
“Shut up, Slytherin.”
“I’ve been reduced to last name basis now?”
“Yes.”
“Pleasant.”
“Yes.”
“Period?”
“Fuck off, Salazar.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I said, fuck off.”
“Rude.”
“I said –“
“Fine.”
And then he was gone. Woah. She’d turned into a bitch there. Weird.
Christ in a dinghy, this was a boring essay.
Marking an ‘F’ on the top, she continued to think.
Why was it she always let Salazar get to her? Helga always said it was because she fancied him. But she didn’t. That was a fact. She didn’t. He annoyed the crap out of her. Especially the way he sauntered into her office at Twelve in the morning.
Twelve ten, actually.
