Forbidden Child of Darkness
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Amelia Prewett
~About You~
Your preferred name: Wendy
How long have you been affiliated with ezBoard?: About a year? I'm not sure.
How long have you role-played?: Three or four years.
How long have you Harry Potter role-played?: Same amount I've been affiliated with ezboard.
Code: H-ANA RR
~About Your Character~
What is your character's full name? Amelia Prewett
Age: 16
Give a physical description of your character: Often, the most noticable thing about Amelia's appearance is her stance. She constantly seems as if she is trying to defend herself, with one foot in front of the other and her arms crossed over her chest. Even when she is smiling, with her near perfect teeth dazzling in the sunlight and her sparkly blue eyes glittering with happiness, she is defensive. There is a splash of freckles splattered about her nose and cheeks, and her hair is such a dark red that it appears black in semi-darkness. When the sun shines off of it, though, it is rich in color: very shiny, falling about to her waist.
Usually her hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her face is bright and her gait is a casual walk. But she always seems to need something to do with her hands. Standing still, she is perfectly fine without having them folded into the crook of the other arm's elbow. But when she is walking she must be holding something, or twidling to her hands, or having them behind her back. If they just swing there she feels awkward, and she looks it as well. She appears clumsy and can't necessarily walk in a straight line. Unless she has something to do with her hands.
Amelia's skin is smooth, almost unmarred by anything but freckles. But it is not pale at all. She loves to play quidditch, and she loves to hang outside. She stands at an average 5'8" and has a slightly less than slim build, weighing at about 140lbs. She is, however, very strong and very flexible. She possesses a physical strength that mirrors her internal strength. She does not often show it, but it is there, ready to be used at a moment's notice.
Describe his/her personality: The sarcasm that Amelia used constantly as a youth became habit for her, and even today she is often very sarcastic and refuses to take anything literally. She doesn't like seriousness, and would joke at a funeral if she got the chance because she simply doesn't like to be under pressure. Aside from that, though, Amelia is friendly. Anybody who can take sarcasm as a form of humor is her friend. That's all she ever shows.
Rarely, though, and when she is around her mother or in her letters to her father, Amelia will become the sweet tempered girl she was meant to be. She doesn't joke around her mother or father, at least not at every possible chance she gets. Amelia is also not afraid to play pranks on anybody who crosses her path. Anybody who isn't on her list of 'people to like' is on her list of 'people to prank'. Even quite a few on the first list are on the second list, depending on the amount of wit they use when answering her sarcasm.
Amelia is also very hot tempered. Though she makes light of serious situations, she can pissed when something doesn't go the way she think it should. If she can't see a logical explanation behind what's happening, she gets thoroughly wrathful. She'll blow up things with uncontrollable magic, or she'll scream and throw junk around. But she never, never cries. Amelia believes that she has lost the ability to cry, though she never says that to anyone.
She also has quite a mouth on her. Amelia will curse until her face turns blue, in front of anybody, if given the motivation. She isn't afraid to act herself around anybody, whether it be the professors, her mom, or her friends. She is simply the same person all around. Except for, as said before, the fact that she acts far more civil with her mother and father.
Amelia's relationship with her parents is very strong. Even though she hasn't seen her father in almost ten years, she still constantly writes letters to him and isn't afraid to vent her fustrations in the letters. In a way, her father is kind of her journal. Only he truly resonds to her, and she feels like the luckiest girl alive.
Not to say that she isn't often very bitter about her past. Sometimes she will scream at her mother or write in her letters to her father about Rachelle and how she still believes that entire incident is her own fault. Amelia blames herself for a lot of little things as well, such as one of her friends doing poorly on a homework assignment because they stayed up talking that one night, or something like that.
Amelia can sometimes be a very jealous person. When one of her friends does better than her she feels as if she is letting her father down, and she becomes angry and short tempered once again. She is always quick to make up when she lets somebody down, though, and often apologizes so much that the person she is apologizing to will grow annoyed. She has a few understandable issues with self esteem.
In class, Amelia likes to volunteer a lot. She likes drawing attention to herself so that she can prove how good she is. Then later she can write her father and tell him about her successes. She hates to lie, though, and she is a very honest, emotional person. She rarely hides what she is feeling, except from her friends. The one lie she has ever told is that her father is dead. She doesn't want people to feel even more sorry for her by knowing the truth about Rachelle and all of that.
Another thing. Amelia hates drawing negative or sympathetic attention to herself. When she is embarrassed she will turn bright red and attempt to escape the situation as quickly as possible. Either that or she will begin to make fun of herself and others with sarcastic wit.
She is brave as well, willing to face her problems...and blame them on herself. She takes full responsibility for everything she does, even if it isn't truly her fault. She is willing to face up to anything she has done wrong and admit it to a crowd. The only time she was ever faced with a difficult situation, though, Amelia passed out. She doesn't understand, truly, what she would do for a friend in face of danger.
She would like to think that she would die for them.
...But she isn't sure.
Explain his/her history: Amelia's mother was a plain muggle girl living in a plain muggle town. One day, a spiffy young man came into town and Sarah-Lee immediatley hated him. No love at first sight for this couple. Sarah-Lee thought that Robin was too stiff. He didn't party enough or do anything unusual. Sarah-Lee loved unusual things.
About two years after Robin moved into a house down the street from her, Amelia saw something very funny happening out in Robin's yard. He was talking to a man in a cloak on his porch, smoking a pipe and seeming quite agitated. Naturally, Sarah-Lee's curious nature took over. She was swept into a whirlwind adventure in which she nearly lost her memory, got kidnapped by some gamblers who wanted money from Robin, and learned all about the magical world from which Robin came from.
It's only to be expected that the two fell in love in the process. You see, I have a novel written on this. Anyway, after all was said and done Sarah-Lee and Robin got married. Now, Robin, you see, was Robin Prewett. A pure blooded wizard who came from a long line of mostly pure blooded wizards. He's actually Molly Prewett's nephew...
Well, onward. After a few years of a very happy marriage, Sarah-Lee had Amelia Prewett, her amazing red-haired daughter with bright blue eyes and a soft speckle of freckles across her cheeks. More on that later, though. As Amelia was growing up, she had everything she needed. The perfect mom, the perfect dad. It was the perfect fairy tale ending for Sarah-Lee and Robin Prewett, and Amelia got to bask in that happiness for the rest of her...
Wait a minute. That isn't true though. You see, when Amelia turned seven the wizards from Robin's past life of gambling came back to haunt him. One of them was a werewolf, and Robin got bit in a terrible fight. The hospital managed to save him, of course, but he was forced to move away from his family for a minimum of five days a month. Two days before the full moon, the day of the full moon, and two days after.
Needless to say this tore the family to pieces. Amelia, at the tender age of seven, had to deal with her own mother and younger sister, Rachelle. Poor, poor Amelia, as the oldest daughter, began helping her mother out a lot more. She began to clean and learned how to cook, and the family more or less began living a muggle life style.
Then one day, three days after the full moon had passed, Robin did not return. He called his wife and said that he could no longer deal with the pain, and he would be leaving them. He gave Sarah-Lee all of the money in his Gringotts account and had it transferred to muggle currency. After a long conversation with Robin, Sarah-Lee agreed, grudgingly, that perhaps this was the best thing to do.
On one condition.
Of course Amelia loved her father very much, and the thought of him leaving tore her heart apart. Sarah-Lee couldn't stand to see her daughter so heart broken, and nore could Robin. So they both agreed that once a month, between moon cycles, Amelia would go over to see him. Rachelle, though, would not. She did not know her father well enough to care, and neither Sarah-Lee nor Robin wanted her to go through the same thing that Amelia had.
Every time Amelia went to her father's she remembered the route and burned it into her mind. She wanted to know where she was going, how she was getting there, and how long it took her to get there. One day she asked her mother if she could walk their herself. Since the neighborhood was a pleasant enough place, and she would only have to cross a few cornfields to get there, Sarah-Lee allowed it.
So Amelia walked over to her father's house. At the end of her stay when he offered to give her a ride home, she refused and she walked. Though it took all day, she enjoyed it much more than the drive because she could stop and look at nature. A few more years passed until Amelia's eleventh birthday. She hadn't recieved her Hogwarts letter because she didn't turned eleven until after September first.
On her birthday it was the full moon, and so Amelia had to spend the day with her mother and sister. As the day ended, though, Amelia became extremely agitated. This was her last birthday at home, she knew, because she knew that she would be attending Hogwarts next year. She had shown magical talents as a young girl, which her father had said was the gift of a witch. So Amelia decided to go that night, thinking that if they made it by morning they would be able to meet their dad...
Wait. They? Well, let me explain. Rachelle was getting old enough to understand where Amelia went every month. So when Rachelle caught Amelia outside, she insisted to go with her elder sister. Amelia couldn't see how that would hurt, so she agreed to take her sister with her. As they were walking, Amelia realized that they had left early enough that the full moon would still be shining by the time they got back. But oh well, Amelia thought, surely their dad as a werewolf couldn't be that bad.
She didn't take her mother's warning seriously. Her father was a very kind and gentle, loving man, who wouldn't even kill the spiders when Amelia found them in her room and freaked out as a young child. There was no way, Amelia thought, that even in his 'monstrous' wolf form he would hurt either her or Rachelle.
But she was wrong. You sensed that coming, of course. You knew that I wasn't leading up to nothing here. When Amelia and Rachelle clambered up the front porch to their daddy's home, they both heard the snap of a twig behind them. Rachelle screamed loudly, catching the wolf's attention. He lunged at her and...
Three days later Amelia woke up in the hospital, only to learn that her sister was dead and her father would be locked up in St. Mungos Security ward for the rest of his life. He had gone crazy in the morning when he found his daughter's dead body, strewn about the floor. Somehow, miraculously, Amelia had escaped all injury. She hadn't even been bitten and so did not bear the curse of a werewolf.
After Rachelle's death, Sarah-Lee grew very depressed. She slept constantly and took anti-depressants, sleeping more often. Amelia continued to grow and care for herself, always feeling the guilt of what she had done. She blamed herself for everything. Whenever anybody tried to councel or talk to her about it, she grew snappish. She became sarcastic, although not mean or rude. She simply did not talk, or when she did, she did so sarcastically.
When her Hogwarts letter did come, Amelia considered ignoring it and not going. She thought that if she left her mother would grow even more depressed and...do something drastic. Amelia didn't know what this 'something drastic' was, but it scared her. However, when she went to her mom about not going to Hogwarts, Sarah-Lee freaked. She told Amelia that she absolutely had to go. Why?
"Well," she said, in a rare state of happiness. Well, not happiness exactly, but she was remembering her past fondly. "You see, your father always said that you would go to Hogwarts. My little girl, he always used to say, my little witch. You have to."
And so Amelia and her mother went shopping in Diagon Alley, and as it came closer and closer to the time when Amelia would be going, Sarah-Lee seemed to become more and more like her past self. When she left Amelia at the Hogwarts Express on September first, she told the firl to write her often.
And Amelia did.
But that aside, anyway. Amelia was sorted into Gryffindor. Though she became friends with everybody she could, she had nobody who she ever talked to. Nobody knew about her past in any way, shape, or form. She always lied and said that he father was dead. Though it hurt her to lie, it hurt her even more to think about the truth.
And so the year past and Amelia excelled in transfigurations and charms, mostly, although she did well in defense against the dark arts as well. She hated history of magic with a passion, and although she didn't mind potions, she never got very good grades in that class. Amelia constantly wrote to her mother, who wrote back with lovely replies about guests she had had over to dinner and...
A new boyfriend.
Amelia freaked at this and refused to go home for Christmas break, as well as Easter break. When summer came along she got home only to find her mother single again. Single, but depressed. Amelia once again felt many, many months of terrible guilt. She tried to help her mother, to apologize and tell her mother to get out there and start searching again. But it simply didn't work.
In her second and third year at Hogwarts, Amelia's grades slipped as she worried more and more constantly about her mother. She spent countless nights crying. And then one day she got a letter from a man named Robin Prewet.
Her father.
Dear Amelia, the letter read. I have thought about you endlessly during my time spent here and it just occured to me today that I could probably still contact you. I know this letter must be a surprise, and perhaps a little painful. I've wondered often if you remember me and all the nights we spent together, playing chess and watching your silly muggle movies.
Even if you don't, I do. I remember your smile. You were always such a bright child...are you still that little girl I knew? I've been a coward these past few years. So terrified to ask if I could contact you or your mother, and I have no excuse. I understand if you hate me now, or if you never wanted to think about me again. I am eternally sorry if this letter causes you pain. I hope for a responce, but I do not expect one...
The letter went on for several paragraphs. Amelia spent four nights of contemplating and crying until finally she decided to write her dad back. She sent him a letter, and then stored everyone he ever sent her. She also made copies of the ones she sent him so that she would have their conversations for all time. They ranged from serious to light-hearted, from humerous to tragic.
The during the summer after her third year, Sarah-Lee found Amelia's stack of letters and read through them all. Three weeks later, Sarah-Lee came home with a boyfriend. The two went out for awhile and Amelia did her best to be supportive. She liked the guy, but he was soon dumped. But Sarah-Lee began, once again, coming out of her depression.
Amelia's fourth year went great. Her mother started seeing a psychologist and soon Amelia felt, while she was at Hogwarts at least, that she had a family again. Sending letters to her mom and her dad always made her smile. It made her giggle to read about her mom's new boyfriends. During that summer Amelia and her mother went out to movies and dinners and had more fun then they could remember having in a long time.
During her fifth year at Hogwarts, Amelia's mother found a man who 'made her complete' as she said. Amelia couldn't wait to meet this guy, and in order to impress him, she threw herself into her work. She managed to get twelve owls, her lowest being her potions, care of magical creatures, divination, and arithmancy. Even then, though, Joseph was impressed.
As sixth year comes along for Amelia, she is ready to be hearing wedding bells any day now. She expects that her mother is very happy, and has seen in her letters from her mother several times hinting at a 'special surprise come summer.'
What year? Sixth
Which house would your character prefer? Gryffindor
Why? Amelia is a Gryffindor, through and through. Hot headed, hot tempered, and often very sarcastic, people usually don't even have to look at the symbol on her robes to know that she's Gryffindor...stuck with her clearest features being the worst flaws of the house most often known for nobility and bravery.
Wand Type: 10 and 1/4 inches, mahagony wood, unicorn hair core.
Blood Type: Half Blood
Give an example of your role-playing: Amelia, for the first time since Rachelle had been killed, walked with a smile on her face, her head up in the air, and an air of confidence about her that she had long ago lost. Today she was doing something which would make her mother proud. And not just her mother, but her father as well. She looked spiffy and prime in her new, crisp black wizard's robes that fit her fine. Her hat was up straight, her spine held not even the slightest curve to it, and she walked with a grace she hadn't walked with since...for a long time.
Of course, Amelia still needed something to do with her hands, so the affect was ruined by the fact that her arms were wrapped around her waist in a half hug. Needless to say, she looked a bit weird. Defensive and proud, frightened and confident. Well, that was probably drawing a few students' attention. Amelia found that he liked that too. She could write her mother a letter. Dear mom, at the sorting ceremony, the kids paid special attention to me. You know why? Because I smiled. I was a pretty one, mom, just like you. Yes. Then her mother would smile and chuckle.
Since her head was tilted upwards, the first thing Amelia noticed upon entering the Great Hall was the ceiling. No, it wasn't the ceiling. It was the sky. A vast expance of stars were splattered about the sky, as if some artist had decided to take a white glob of pain and stick it in front of a heater with high speed winds. And the sky wasn't just blue, oh no. It had a spectral of amazing colors, ranging from darkish purple to the lightest of greens. This would be something to write to her mom about.
The students next to her were looking around at the rest of the hall, not nearly as awed by the ceiling...no, sky, as she was. They were looking at the four long tables, each holding students that wore robes with a different emblam on them. They were looking up at the front table, where the impressive Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, sat with a happy (there was really no other way to describe it) smile on his wizened face. They saw the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, come into the room holding a three-legged stool with a battered hat on top of it.
Amelia continued to gaze at the ceiling. A shooting star shot across the sky, and even though Amelia was sure this was an enchantment, she quickly made a wish. Make everything better again, she wished. She didn't know it, but within the next five years, her wish would come true. Make my mom happy and make my dad come back, please!
Professor McGonagall called out the instructions, causing Amelia to jump in surprise. A few students near her giggled, causing a few older students to raise their eyebrows. However, Amelia paid them no mind, but for the faint blush that came to her cheeks, and listened as the Deputy Headmistress explained what the sorting hat was all about.
Apparently, there were four houses. Gryffindor was for the brave and the bold, Hufflepuff for the loyal and hardworking. Slytherin was for the cunning and ambitious and Ravenclaw was for the studious and clever. Amelia took a moment to consider this. Which house would she be sorted into, she wondered?
Well, she had to think it through. First there was Gryffindor. Amelia didn't know if she was brave, but she thought she had handled harrowing situations pretty well in her live. Then there was Hufflepuff. Well, she was loyal, or so she thought. She knew that she would never do anythng against her mom or, merlin forbid, her dad. Was she hardworking? Yes, but not to the extreme. Then Slytherin. Was she cunning? Amelia knew the answer to that straight off. No. Amelia was not a cunning child. She couldn't black mail somebody or use a small piece of information to change the course of the world. Was she ambitious? Well...she'd have to get back to that as soon as she checked out a dictionary. And she knew Ravenclaw wouldn't work...she didn't care much for studies. Just being happy.
Gryffindor, then, she thought. I'll be in Gryffin-
"Prewett, Amelia." Amelia jumped again, causing the same reaction as before. She blushed and shoved her way through the crowd, slightly angry at them for laughing at her. She had been thinking. It had taken a long time for some of those who put the hat on before her to be chosen. But it wouldn't take her but half a second, because she knew what table she'd be going.
She wasn't too fond of the colors red and gold, but she was sure they would grow on her.
She sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on her head. "Hello," said a voice, and she guessed it was the hat. A magic hat! How exciting! "It seems there is no doubt...you are a Gryffindor!" The table to the right errupted into cheers, and Amelia took her rightful spot in the Great Hall.
Note: I worship your application...I just thought I'd comment on that. I get so tired of short undescriptive little one liners...*loves you* Also, spell check isn't working for me...I hope that's okay...
Edited by: Forbidden Child of Darkness at: 6/29/05 10:59 pm
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