Post by ALICE NICOLE LONGBOTTOM on Nov 27, 2011 22:56:05 GMT 1
ALICE POPPY LONGBOTTOM
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some people laugh, some people cry, some people live,
and some people die, some people run right into the fire
and some people hide their every desire, but we are the
lovers, if you don't believe me, then just look into my eyes
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL
B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS,
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NICKNAMES: poppy, pop, soda pop (by her brothers) poppet (by her parents) etc.
AGE: sixteen
DATE OF BIRTH: june twenty-eight
YEAR: sixth year
HOUSE: hufflepuff
OCCUPATION: leaky cauldron employee during the holidays
SEXUALITY: straight[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK
IS THE UGLIEST GIRL IN
THE SCHOOL? HMM... OH,
BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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EYE DETAILS: poppy's eyes are a very odd shade of yellow-ish green with a little brown, mostly in small flecks, that change from appearing more green to more yellow, depending on her mood.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: she weighs in at around ninety pounds and measures a little under five feet. poppy is petite, small, miniscule, whatever you want to call it. she's small and compact;she likes to call it fun-sized.
FACE: unlike most people her age, poppy has yet to lose the roundness of her baby face, and it’s doubtful she ever will. her face is like a doll’s; clear, pale, with sharp eyes, full lashes, a small nose and full, supple lips. she’s quite beautiful in her own, very unique way
STYLE: poppy doesn’t wear pants and prefers skirts and dresses coupled with tights. whe buys most of her clothes at second hand and vintage stores. she’s not really picky on her wardrobe, but it’s never dramatic, mostly just sweet, understated pieces when she’s not wearing her robes.
PLAYED BY: emily browning [/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY,
OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST
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LOATHES: rude people, vegetables, meat, put-downs, seeing people sad, history of magic, jerks, extremely hot days, people who keep themselves closed off, studying, boring classes, losing at things, the smell of burnt food, being kept inside for too long, being told she can't do things, detention, stupid people, betrayal, lying, people who use others, being wrong, plain colours, bland people, poofy dresses and overly girly things, people who touch her sneakers, anyone who tries to start drama, drama, long essays, people who try to be the center of attention, problems she can't fix, not having sweets, whem mum lets daddy cook . . .
BOGGART: poppy's biggest fear is fire.
DEMENTOR: burning herself in the leaky cauldron kitchen.
PATRONUS: butterflies - - her best memory is the first time her father brought her to honeydukes. they bought packets of drooble's best blowing gum and spent the entire night making bubbles in her room.
AMORENTIA: musk, pine, mint, chocolate, dirt, rain, baked goods, gasoline, various herbs.
VERITASERUM: her phobia of fire, she's the one that steals candy out of her dad's office...
STRENGTHS: kind, loyal, sweetheart, polite, friendly, talkative, innocent, trustful, problem fixer, goofy, fun-loving, finding things, helpful, tries to do the right thing, funny, artsy, creative, softly happy, gentle, sweet, caring, compassionate...
WEAKNESSES: trusting, naive, doesn't take things seriously, hot-tempered, a little ditzy, not very ambitious, school, tends to embarrass herself a lot, doesn't know when to shut up, thinking things through, impulsive...
PERSONALITY: If you had to sum up Poppy Longbottom in one word it would be ‘sweetheart.’ There’s really no other way to say it. She’s a sweet, happy girl who finds the good in everything, even if it isn’t there. She goes out of her way to help others and fix their problems before her own. She treats everyone with the same amount of respect, whether they return it to her or not. Equality is something that she strongly believes in, and she will not tolerate people with a ‘higher than thou’ attitude. Above everything, Poppy wants to please people, and she will not leave with anything less than a smile. She’ll do anything for anyone who deserves it, and she would never hesitate to help a friend in need. She is, of course, rather talkative and friendly, and will ask about a million and a half questions when meeting someone knew or learning something class. Likewise, she may ask you the same thing a few times, she doesn’t remember things all that well. She’s very approachable, and has a welcoming aura around her that people just can’t help but feel drawn to.
School has never been one of Poppy’s strong points. She tries, she really does, but there’s some things that she just can’t grasp and remember. Herbology is the only thing she is inherently good at, and she can’t even credit herself for it; it’s genetic it would seem. She’s actually very self-critical of herself, and really doesn’t believe she’s going to amount to anything. She’s not overly ambitious, and doesn’t like to plan for the future. Now is now, and that’s all that matters to her. As long as she’s alive and enjoying herself and others around her are taken care of, she’s happy, and she doesn’t see the need to plan for days that you may not see, only to be disappointed. She doesn’t let it get her down though; even when she’s being cynical in her own mind, she’s cracking jokes and pretending that she’s not worried on the outside.
Poppy’s mind is quite frail in that way. She’s far too innocent and trusting for her own good. Forgiveness is something she gives out like it’s nothing, and most people tend to use her over and over, and she just won’t notice. Or she’ll notice, but keep giving them chances. After all, life is too short to keep grudges, right? It’s the same with her impulses. Why not dive off her broom into the Black Lake? Hell, she may never get the chance to do it again. Thinking things through before she acts never occurs to her, and she just does without thinking. She gets into trouble easily, and is often swayed to do the bidding of others.
Even if school isn’t her gift, that doesn’t mean she’s completely inept with a quill. Arts are something that Poppy took to when she realized that her schooling wasn’t doing much. She’s not a terrible student, she gets average and sometimes below average grades, but if creativity and art mattered, she’d probably be floating high on the cloud of easily obtained high grades. Her art style depends on her mood; sometimes it’ll be flowy and undefined when she’s feeling serene or rough and blunt when she’s angry. She’s studied drawing, painting and even sculpture and writing during the summers, and she’s doing better at it every day. She loves enchanting her pictures to move and play out scenes, like her own little movies.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED
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FATHER: neville frank longbottom - 43 - herbology professor - former gryffindor - poppy is very close with her family, her father in particular, since they're around each other all year long, while she only sees her mother during holidays or when they take small trips home. poppy is very open with her father, and talks to him about everything and anything; she is very much a daddy's girl.
SIBLINGS: --- --- longbottom - 17 - 7th year - gryffindor - brother , --- --- longbottom - 15 - 5th year - hufflepuff - brother
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: pink cat named bubblegum.
WEALTH STATUS: middle class
BIRTHPLACE: st mungo's, london, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
HISTORY: Poppy was born on a rather hot day one June, a few years into her parents’ marriage just a year after her brother. She was a sweet child; wide-eyed and with an angel-face that still hasn’t hardened and thinned. It was evident from the beginning that she would inherit her father’s rounder face, but the rest of her was just like her mother. They named her after her paternal great-grandmother, and the poppy flower. A rather odd, but lovely story, sprouted this name, but in short; some men bring roses, Neville Longbottom brought poppies. Poppy grew as any other child did, though she was surrounded by the bustle and noise of the Leaky Cauldron, the establishment of which her mother purchased after the War.
The Cauldron, strangely enough, was a wonderful place to raise a child, or two, maybe three, as they soon discovered when Poppy’s brother came along a few years later. There was always a watchful eye to make sure they kept out of trouble, especially as Poppy grew older and into her curious tendencies coupled with the persuasion of her elder brother, she got into quite the trouble. And people always loved seeing the sweet-faced children wandering around; it was a sight to brighten anyone’s day. Poppy would sit on the bar with her toys for hours while her mother set about helping the patrons of the tavern/hotel, content in just drawing with her crayons on a piece of paper while woman spoke gibberish to her and expected her to answer.
Much of her childhood days were spent like this; running around the Cauldron, talking to guests and keeping them entertained once she learned to use her words. After a while, Poppy grew into tasks in the inn, and became a great help to her father and mother, especially when her father was away teaching at Hogwarts. She would help in the kitchen, clean the tables off, wait on the patrons and bring them their food. Anything her mother wished for her to do, she was always ready to help. Often times, she did get caught up in the banter of the customers and would forget what she was doing to lend an ear or a shoulder, even if she was just a young child. She loved listening to the stories people had to tell her, and she made many friends of all shapes and sizes this way. People were always passing through the Inn, and Poppy had the chance to watch all of them.
When the owl delivered her Hogwarts letter, Poppy wasn’t sure whether to be happy or to cry. She was going to miss her home so much, but the castle presented opportunities or friendship and laughter that she had never had before. For years Poppy watched parents and their children pass through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron to go to Diagon Alley to purchase what they would need for their schooling, including her brother, of whom she was endlessly jealous of for going off without out, and had gotten a cat named for him as something to keep in London while he was in school. Unfortunately, she had accidentally turned the cat pink that very night and changed his name to Bubblegum. It was an odd thing, joining in with the crowd. After this, she was just going to be one more Hogwarts student, with nothing special about her. Poppy decided she wasn’t going to let this happen however, and strived to be herself in everything she did. Starting with the rainbow coloured quills she had somehow convinced her father to let her buy.
On the train, Poppy became known fairly quickly. Not just for being the Professor’s daughter, but just her sweet demeanour, and that she was brave enough to speak to anyone, despite their age, house, or blood. It was something that most students wouldn’t really forget. For the rest of her Hogwarts years thus was, Poppy was dubbed the ‘sweetheart’ a badge that she wears with pride. Everyone had already known that Poppy would be in Hufflepuff; the kindness she showed would overpower anything else. Even so, the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, with her father watching from his place on the dais and her brother from his position at the Gryffindor table, and proclaimed her a Hufflepuff without much thought. She smiled brightly, thanked the hat and twirled off the find her seat among the others of her house, to wait for the rest to be sorted. After that, Hogwarts didn’t seem that bad.
The following summer Poppy had her accident in the kitchen of the Leaky Cauldron. She’d been using a kitchen torch to brown the tops or some dessert or other, and had tripped on her pants legs and burnt right through them. Luckily her mother was close by and got hold of the situation before any major damage was done. She spent only a few days in St Mungo’s recovering from her burns. The scars are very visible, but are reminders to Poppy that she does not like pants.
Her years passed in the way most do; average grades, meeting new friends, and just enjoying herself. It was a little difficult for Poppy to do anything really reckless, her father was always watching afterall. Nevertheless, she managed to get herself into some trouble, after being persuaded by her friends to do so. Poppy was beacon of light in the sometimes dreary castle. She always had a kind smile for everyone she met, and people loved her for just being herself, and she loved them in turn. She was never shy with her beliefs, and she would frequently come to the aid of the younger students, and even those older than she. It didn’t matter to her; a person was a person, and that was that. The respect you dealt out shouldn’t be any different from one person to the next. It’s not that hard to see Poppy coming in the hall, well, maybe a little, considering she isn’t the tallest of people despite her father’s hulking height, just look for the bright coloured ribbons holding up pigtails, or that sweet tinkling laugh, and you know she’s there.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]EVERY TIME I LOOK AT
HER I GET THESE PAINS
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AGE: old as sand bro
GENDER: female
EXPERIENCE: five years or so
HOW YOU FOUND US: proboards support
RP SAMPLE: The clouds overhead had darkened ominously as all the students made their way to Hogsmeade, or at least the students who wanted to go went. Despite the gloominess and the possibility of rain, Poppy had smiled for her entire trip to the village, keeping the smile on as she passed through Honeydukes first, stopping at the Three Broomsticks for lunch with a few friends, and then going out to explore Honeydukes a little more and running some errands for her father before heading into Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop to get herself new drawing pencils to replace her last ones, which had not only been getting used and grubby, but she had misplaced a few and needed to get a new set as she couldn’t find the replacements. With her purchase under her arm, she made one last stop in Tomes and Scrolls to see if the books she’d ordered had come in, but apparently they hadn’t, and she’d have to check in during the next Hogsmeade trip.
As she exited the old shop with the smell of musky dust and old paper on her, a distinguishing characteristic of the old books held in the shop and the news ones that took on the smell if they were sitting there for too long, she was a little disappointed. She’d ordered those books of prints weeks ago, and she was trying to be patient, but she couldn’t wait to get her hands on them and try the new techniques they held for her to discover. Poppy didn’t really like buying books about painting or drawing or art, but she had some that were very useful and others that weren’t, she preferred having books of pictures of paintings, so she could see the techniques and try to recreate them herself. Adding her own little splash of originality and passion in everything she did.
Not two minutes after she had left the shop, she found her toe caught on something hard, and nearly fell over when it did. She took a moment to dislodge it, watching her arms and being careful not to drop anything she’d acquired during the day. When she finally caught herself and her center of balance had taken over after a brief spill, she looked down and was surprised to see that it was a person, laying on the side of the street, possibly sleeping or passed out. Why would someone be down there? She looked up and saw that the sky had darkened considerably and not only as the heavier rainclouds rolled in, much time had passed and it was probably nearing dinnertime.
Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, at the same time her hand seemed to automatically reach into her messenger bag and pull out her sketch pad, fingers eager to acquaint themselves with her new pencils. It took her less than two minutes to stuff everything she could into her bag and set it down with what couldn’t fit, and take a seat on the cobblestone sidewalk, disregarding the fact that she was wearing skirt and it probably wasn’t the most lady-like thing. Quickly, her fingers went to work drawing out the basic skeleton for the man, trying to capture the awkwardness of his position as best as she could.[/SIZE]
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