Post by Evelyn Winslow on Nov 18, 2014 23:59:14 GMT -8
Name:Evelyn Ann Winslow
Maiden Name: Evelyn Ann Price
Nicknames: Evie, Eves
Age & Birthday: July 15th, 1978
Place of Birth: Paris, France
Bloodline:Pureblood
Personality:
Evie is sarcastic, and likes to joke around. She can be serious in serious situations but likes to look at life in a positive way and will try to make even the darkest time seem happy. She is a bit more mature now having “grown up” somewhere down the line but she is still the “childish” one between her and Casey. Fun loving and very loyal to those she loves (despite that time 8 years ago..but her and Casey came to an agreement not to bring that up again) Evie stands firm in what she believes in and it is hard to get her to change her mind about something onces it had been made up, very stubborn and somewhat prideful (espically when it comes to her and her old prankster ways...) but, beware if you ever get her angry "hell hath no furry as a womans scorn"...you will get to see first hand that the saying is very true
Height: 5’6”
Hair: Long, dark brown almost black
Eyes: Brown
General Appearance:
Evie might look like a prilvaged princess but she is far from it, dresses to the times and looks young for her age mostly because of her childlike personality. Likes to be comfortable so she can usualy be seen with her hair up in a pony tail, half pony, or a messy bun. Wears jeans and tennis shoes when she works (always shoes with color, plain white just scares her) even if it might look a tad bit odd with her robes. But there are those days were she gets the urge to dress up and will do so
Wand:
7” phoenix feather, ash
Pet:
Saleel (owl) Felix (cat)
Patronous Coyote
Worst Class(es) were:
Herbology: Plants were never Evie’s thing, any little house plant she has dies within a week and the magical plants were no different.
Care of Magical Creatures: Evie was always a little cautious about the types of magical creatures that were brought to the class and a bad experience during her first year turned her off to it completely, she just managed to pass with a decent grade.
History of Magic: History was always interesting to Evie but how could anyone stay awake or even be interested with Binns going on and on and on in the same monotone voice about some troll war?
Transfiguration:
Best Class(es) were:
Charms:
DADA:
Divination:
Potions:
Astronomy:
Special Ability:
*Unregistered black cat animagus
*Is a tad bit psychic, but any visions she has comes to her in dreams and they are far and few between.
Special Position:Head of Gryffindor
Class Teaching: Charms
Marital Status:
Married – Casey Thomas Winslow
Children:
Julian Thomas Winslow (11) Lydia Renee Winslow (6)
History:
Role-play Sample:
(From “The big day!” on the first Hogwarts rpg)
The buzzing of an alarm clock echoed throughout the dark flat at number 10 Cauldron Bubble Dr, as a hand snaked its way from under a mass of sheets and blankets and fell lazily on top of the snooze button. Evie pushed back the covers and sat up, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles and letting out a large yawn. It took a few minutes for her to realize what day it was (seeing as how not very many peoples brains will function correctly at 6 am) but the sudden and nearly poke in the eye with something around her finger made her quickly remember. She held out her hand to observe her diamond engagement ring and a large grin spread over her face.
Evie quickly jumped out of bed and walked over to her studio style window, looking down at the peaceful Diagon Alley below her. It took a good amount of self control of her part to not open the window and yell “I’m getting married!” to the few and between early birds that had set out to do their morning shopping. She looked away after a few more minutes as the sun was slowly making its way over the horizon. Evie stretched her arms up, reaching for her ceiling and let out one last yawn before bringing her arms back down to her side.
She spun around (and ended up having to throw her arms out for balance in fear of falling over) and stopped to where she was now facing her messy bed. Her grin grew into a mischievous one as she took off at a run for it. Jumping in the air and twisting around so she could fall back to the soft mattress. She lay there, arms sprawled out to the side, looking up at her white ceiling and blowing a lose piece of hair from her eyes. Today was the day, the big day, the ultimate commitment, the plunge into the deep end…The wedding day.
Evie lay there for a moment, reminiscing in these thoughts, but soon, her serious moment passed just as quickly as it came and she let out a girly squeal, clapping her hands together. She stood up on the bed and bounced her way off the mattress, landing feet first on the floor.
Grabbing a change of clothes from her closet, she hopped her way to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. About an hour later (and a horse voice from singing so loudly) she emerged from the steamy room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a ¾ tee and her hair pulled up into a messy bun, ready for the day’s events and still singly off key.
Saleel opened one eye as the singing, cheerful Evie passed the sleeping owls perch and gave his owner a glare. “Good morning Saleel!” She said to her owl in a sing song voice as she bounced her way into the kitchen. The tawny owl gave a loud, angry hoot at her cheery mood and puffed out his chest, ruffling his feathers before closing his eye once more.
Evie grinned and shook her head at her owls ‘happy’ mood as she grabbed a glass from the drying rack and opened her fridge to grab the carton of orange juice. She poured herself a glass and stuffed the juice back inside the fridge, picking up the glass and beginning to drink its contents. All the while bopping her head and dancing around to some unheard music.
The clock tower in the alley chimed 9 and Evie wrilled around, bringing her little one person party to a stand still. She looked at her glass, still half full, so she chugged the rest of the juice before setting the glass in the sink and waving her wand so the glass rinsed its self off. Evie resumed her party and danced over to her living room, but stopped. It was still a mess from the ‘party’ her bride’s maids threw for her the other night. Taking out her wand again Evie gave it a quick wave and the mess was gone. She smiled; she was really getting the hang of this charms thing.
She continued ‘walking’ toward her room and grabbed all that she needed for the day and came back out holding a box with her shoes, and a bag with her jewelry and other nesseties. Her dress was already at the Weasley’s home along with the rest of her things, so she didn’t have to worry about that.
“Well, the next time you see me, I’ll be Mrs. Casey Winslow” she said happily to her owl that merely opened one eye giving her a death glare for disturbing his sleep yet again. Evie looked around her flat one last time before taking in a deep breath and apparating over to the Burrow. She set her things down on one of the many coffee tables and poked her head around the corner and into the kitchen.
Hogwarts – Evie, Michelle, Rita Skeeter, Thomas and Evelyn Price, Sam Winslow, Professor Umbridge
Hogwarts: the Last Battle - Evie Winslow, Sam Winslow, Derrin White, Rita Skeeter (deceased) Michelle (deceased) Zeke Taylor
Hogwarts: a New Time - Evie/Julian Winslow (Julian is a shared character between Evie and Casey for obvious reasons) Sam Winslow, Velda Harris
Hogwarts: the First Battle – Alice Stevens (Longbottom), Lucius Malfoy
Password 1:
N3TSP34K
Password 2:
Expect
Password 3:
Justice[/sup]
Maiden Name: Evelyn Ann Price
Nicknames: Evie, Eves
Age & Birthday: July 15th, 1978
Place of Birth: Paris, France
Bloodline:Pureblood
Personality:
Evie is sarcastic, and likes to joke around. She can be serious in serious situations but likes to look at life in a positive way and will try to make even the darkest time seem happy. She is a bit more mature now having “grown up” somewhere down the line but she is still the “childish” one between her and Casey. Fun loving and very loyal to those she loves (despite that time 8 years ago..but her and Casey came to an agreement not to bring that up again) Evie stands firm in what she believes in and it is hard to get her to change her mind about something onces it had been made up, very stubborn and somewhat prideful (espically when it comes to her and her old prankster ways...) but, beware if you ever get her angry "hell hath no furry as a womans scorn"...you will get to see first hand that the saying is very true
Height: 5’6”
Hair: Long, dark brown almost black
Eyes: Brown
General Appearance:
Evie might look like a prilvaged princess but she is far from it, dresses to the times and looks young for her age mostly because of her childlike personality. Likes to be comfortable so she can usualy be seen with her hair up in a pony tail, half pony, or a messy bun. Wears jeans and tennis shoes when she works (always shoes with color, plain white just scares her) even if it might look a tad bit odd with her robes. But there are those days were she gets the urge to dress up and will do so
Wand:
7” phoenix feather, ash
Pet:
Saleel (owl) Felix (cat)
Patronous Coyote
Worst Class(es) were:
Herbology: Plants were never Evie’s thing, any little house plant she has dies within a week and the magical plants were no different.
Care of Magical Creatures: Evie was always a little cautious about the types of magical creatures that were brought to the class and a bad experience during her first year turned her off to it completely, she just managed to pass with a decent grade.
History of Magic: History was always interesting to Evie but how could anyone stay awake or even be interested with Binns going on and on and on in the same monotone voice about some troll war?
Transfiguration:
Best Class(es) were:
Charms:
DADA:
Divination:
Potions:
Astronomy:
Special Ability:
*Unregistered black cat animagus
*Is a tad bit psychic, but any visions she has comes to her in dreams and they are far and few between.
Special Position:Head of Gryffindor
Class Teaching: Charms
Marital Status:
Married – Casey Thomas Winslow
Children:
Julian Thomas Winslow (11) Lydia Renee Winslow (6)
History:
Role-play Sample:
(From “The big day!” on the first Hogwarts rpg)
The buzzing of an alarm clock echoed throughout the dark flat at number 10 Cauldron Bubble Dr, as a hand snaked its way from under a mass of sheets and blankets and fell lazily on top of the snooze button. Evie pushed back the covers and sat up, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles and letting out a large yawn. It took a few minutes for her to realize what day it was (seeing as how not very many peoples brains will function correctly at 6 am) but the sudden and nearly poke in the eye with something around her finger made her quickly remember. She held out her hand to observe her diamond engagement ring and a large grin spread over her face.
Evie quickly jumped out of bed and walked over to her studio style window, looking down at the peaceful Diagon Alley below her. It took a good amount of self control of her part to not open the window and yell “I’m getting married!” to the few and between early birds that had set out to do their morning shopping. She looked away after a few more minutes as the sun was slowly making its way over the horizon. Evie stretched her arms up, reaching for her ceiling and let out one last yawn before bringing her arms back down to her side.
She spun around (and ended up having to throw her arms out for balance in fear of falling over) and stopped to where she was now facing her messy bed. Her grin grew into a mischievous one as she took off at a run for it. Jumping in the air and twisting around so she could fall back to the soft mattress. She lay there, arms sprawled out to the side, looking up at her white ceiling and blowing a lose piece of hair from her eyes. Today was the day, the big day, the ultimate commitment, the plunge into the deep end…The wedding day.
Evie lay there for a moment, reminiscing in these thoughts, but soon, her serious moment passed just as quickly as it came and she let out a girly squeal, clapping her hands together. She stood up on the bed and bounced her way off the mattress, landing feet first on the floor.
Grabbing a change of clothes from her closet, she hopped her way to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. About an hour later (and a horse voice from singing so loudly) she emerged from the steamy room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a ¾ tee and her hair pulled up into a messy bun, ready for the day’s events and still singly off key.
Saleel opened one eye as the singing, cheerful Evie passed the sleeping owls perch and gave his owner a glare. “Good morning Saleel!” She said to her owl in a sing song voice as she bounced her way into the kitchen. The tawny owl gave a loud, angry hoot at her cheery mood and puffed out his chest, ruffling his feathers before closing his eye once more.
Evie grinned and shook her head at her owls ‘happy’ mood as she grabbed a glass from the drying rack and opened her fridge to grab the carton of orange juice. She poured herself a glass and stuffed the juice back inside the fridge, picking up the glass and beginning to drink its contents. All the while bopping her head and dancing around to some unheard music.
The clock tower in the alley chimed 9 and Evie wrilled around, bringing her little one person party to a stand still. She looked at her glass, still half full, so she chugged the rest of the juice before setting the glass in the sink and waving her wand so the glass rinsed its self off. Evie resumed her party and danced over to her living room, but stopped. It was still a mess from the ‘party’ her bride’s maids threw for her the other night. Taking out her wand again Evie gave it a quick wave and the mess was gone. She smiled; she was really getting the hang of this charms thing.
She continued ‘walking’ toward her room and grabbed all that she needed for the day and came back out holding a box with her shoes, and a bag with her jewelry and other nesseties. Her dress was already at the Weasley’s home along with the rest of her things, so she didn’t have to worry about that.
“Well, the next time you see me, I’ll be Mrs. Casey Winslow” she said happily to her owl that merely opened one eye giving her a death glare for disturbing his sleep yet again. Evie looked around her flat one last time before taking in a deep breath and apparating over to the Burrow. She set her things down on one of the many coffee tables and poked her head around the corner and into the kitchen.
Hogwarts – Evie, Michelle, Rita Skeeter, Thomas and Evelyn Price, Sam Winslow, Professor Umbridge
Hogwarts: the Last Battle - Evie Winslow, Sam Winslow, Derrin White, Rita Skeeter (deceased) Michelle (deceased) Zeke Taylor
Hogwarts: a New Time - Evie/Julian Winslow (Julian is a shared character between Evie and Casey for obvious reasons) Sam Winslow, Velda Harris
Hogwarts: the First Battle – Alice Stevens (Longbottom), Lucius Malfoy
Password 1:
N3TSP34K
Password 2:
Expect
Password 3:
Justice[/sup]