Post by fo on Nov 25, 2009 18:05:40 GMT
``PHOEBE[/u][/b]
Name:
Phoebe Gwendolyn Mabus
Age:
Ten
Year:
First
Blood:
Squibby-Muggle-born
House:
Hufflepuff
Celebrity:
Abigail Breslin
Appearance:
She's not beautiful, nor is she exceptionally pretty. But cute as a button might serve to partially describe the little bundle of joy that is Phoebe.
Chubby and rounded around the edges would be polite ways to describe this girl. Frankly, she's overweight, but she doesn't really mind. She likes to eat, and, though she longs to be as pretty and skinny as some of the sixth and seventh year girls, she doesn't really have the drive to make herself that way. Baby fat gives her the perfectly adorable amount of pudginess to compliment her exceptionally short height. She hardly tops four feet, coming in at a few inches higher than that. Still, she's not exactly a resounding prescence.
A long, damaged mane of plain mousy brown hair covers her head, parted religiously down the middle every morning with a toothed comb. She prefers to tie it back in a pony-tail, which swings down her back, lacking life and volume. Really, she should get it cut, but she's rather scared of sharp objects, so haircuts tend to be traumatic experiences for her. Her eyes, though a simply shade of grey, tend to be livened up a bit by her bright smile and crinkling from her chubby cheeks. They're very curious eyes, and take in most everything that goes on around her.
Her mouth is constantly pulled back in a childishly pleasing smile, one full of gaps and spaces. Even if her mouth is quite normally sized, her teeth happen to be rather small, which gives the illusion that they're drowning in the space inside her thin lips. She's rather self-conscious of her smile, as some have called it quite unattractive, but that doesn't stop her from pulling it every few minutes.
Likes:
[x]Baking in her Easy-Bake Oven
[x]Collecting bottle-caps
[x]Stuffed animals
[x]Watching birds with her trusty binoculars
[x]Running around her house in a cape
[x]Cantaloupe
[x]Getting dirty in the garden or otherwise
[x]Colorful overalls
Dislikes:
[x]Standing out
[x]Magic
[x]Flying
[x]Mean Slytherins
[x]School robes
Strengths:
[x]Enthusiastic
[x]Tries her best
[x]Always honest
[x]Sympathetic
[x]Hard-working
[x]Grateful for what's given to her
[x]Cheerful
[x]Forgiving
Weaknesses:
[x]Lets people walk all over her
[x]Fearful
[x]Lacks self-confidence
[x]Malleable/lets other people waver her decisions
[x]Immature
[x]Naïve
[x]Not serious at the worst of times
[x]Her lisp
[x]Dyslexic
Fears:
[x]Pumpkins
[x]Isolation
[x]The washing machine
[x]Monsters
[x]Being alone
Flaws:
[x]Immature
[x]Lacks self-confidence
Personality:
Phoebe is, in all retrospect, a child. After only ten short, sheltered years of life, she has yet to shed her thick layer of juvenile youth. And it's rather far from possible that she'll be losing it in the next few years. Her silly, immature ears still cringe at the words she deems to be malevolent and her tiny little brain still hasn’t got a clue what happens between the older students in dusty, long-empty classrooms. Complicated ideas, like the difference between good and evil and matters such as whether one can switch between the two, still boggle and confuse her mind. This particular Huffler prefers to keep her mentality empty of such thoughts, and rather to focus on more individual matters, such as finding the little pleasures in everyday life.
Trusting the words and actions of practically everyone she meets, Phoebe is, if anything, terribly naïve. She’s easily fooled and quite gullible if one tries to trick her. But, perhaps, that’s simply the nature of every child; and so perhaps it shouldn’t escape this one. Even so, she has a terrible memory, and is quite easily confused, as her brain has a difficult time comprehending much beyond the basic things of life. Fear is something that drives her life, as she’s quite terrified of everything, right coward that she is. Anything that makes strange noises or flashes distorted, scary faces at her is something that she’ll immediately run away from.
Malleability is possibly a good feature of soft metals, but not incredibly so of little girls. The influence people have over her to change her decisions can make one feel quite powerful when around her. She’s not one to stick to her guns, and prefers to simply go with the flow and agree whole-heartedly with whomever is in the room, so as not to upset anyone. There’s also a part of her that prefers not to stand out, as she knows that that tends to lead to being picked on, which is something she’s dealt with in high amounts ever since she came to school. But mostly, it’s simply to keep people content and to calm the fires that most disagreements and choices inflict upon people and their comrades. Perhaps there's also a tad bit of influence from her lack of self-confidence. She's dreadfully awful at making decisions, and believes it's better if people simply make them for her.
Parents:
Donald Bernard Mabus - Muggle - 55
Frances Jane Mabus - Squib - 52
Siblings:
Sofia Yolanda Mabus - Muggle - 21
Gorden Melvinio Mabus - Muggle - 15
History:
Phoebe Gwendolyn Mabus was born on a warm spring day in the middle of March. She was a happy child, usually keeping a cheerful smile on her face, rather than crying. She didn't like to cry, as it hurt her eyes, and preferred to just pull off her precious little smile. It's only been ten years since that day in March, so there's really not much to tell.
Her father, Donald, was a Muggle milkman. He enjoyed building things and a good hot whiskey on rye bread. Typical Muggle, most would say. But Phoebe knew differently. He was a quirky man, always patient with her and her siblings. She was the youngest, so he had a habit of babying her. They spent a lot of their time together, and he occasionally let her help her with a shelf or the likes.
Her mother, Frances, on the other hand, was a Squib, born into a tainted-blooded family, and was rather wispy and dry. Phoebe never really understood much about the woman, as she was always distant and selfish with her time. Phoebe's mother never spent much time with her, as she preferred to go out shopping or on the town with her many friends. Frances always regretted the fact that she'd been born without magical powers, as she'd grown up in a family of all wizards and witches. As such, she spent her time on extravagence, and preferred to stay away from her less-than-perfect little family.
And that's when, at age ten, Phoebe got her letter from Hogwarts. One can only imagine how the news was received.
Wand:
Unicorn Tail Hair, 8", Cherry
Pets:
Owl named Bert
Special Possessions:
None.
Name:
Phoebe Gwendolyn Mabus
Age:
Ten
Year:
First
Blood:
Squibby-Muggle-born
House:
Hufflepuff
Celebrity:
Abigail Breslin
Appearance:
She's not beautiful, nor is she exceptionally pretty. But cute as a button might serve to partially describe the little bundle of joy that is Phoebe.
Chubby and rounded around the edges would be polite ways to describe this girl. Frankly, she's overweight, but she doesn't really mind. She likes to eat, and, though she longs to be as pretty and skinny as some of the sixth and seventh year girls, she doesn't really have the drive to make herself that way. Baby fat gives her the perfectly adorable amount of pudginess to compliment her exceptionally short height. She hardly tops four feet, coming in at a few inches higher than that. Still, she's not exactly a resounding prescence.
A long, damaged mane of plain mousy brown hair covers her head, parted religiously down the middle every morning with a toothed comb. She prefers to tie it back in a pony-tail, which swings down her back, lacking life and volume. Really, she should get it cut, but she's rather scared of sharp objects, so haircuts tend to be traumatic experiences for her. Her eyes, though a simply shade of grey, tend to be livened up a bit by her bright smile and crinkling from her chubby cheeks. They're very curious eyes, and take in most everything that goes on around her.
Her mouth is constantly pulled back in a childishly pleasing smile, one full of gaps and spaces. Even if her mouth is quite normally sized, her teeth happen to be rather small, which gives the illusion that they're drowning in the space inside her thin lips. She's rather self-conscious of her smile, as some have called it quite unattractive, but that doesn't stop her from pulling it every few minutes.
Likes:
[x]Baking in her Easy-Bake Oven
[x]Collecting bottle-caps
[x]Stuffed animals
[x]Watching birds with her trusty binoculars
[x]Running around her house in a cape
[x]Cantaloupe
[x]Getting dirty in the garden or otherwise
[x]Colorful overalls
Dislikes:
[x]Standing out
[x]Magic
[x]Flying
[x]Mean Slytherins
[x]School robes
Strengths:
[x]Enthusiastic
[x]Tries her best
[x]Always honest
[x]Sympathetic
[x]Hard-working
[x]Grateful for what's given to her
[x]Cheerful
[x]Forgiving
Weaknesses:
[x]Lets people walk all over her
[x]Fearful
[x]Lacks self-confidence
[x]Malleable/lets other people waver her decisions
[x]Immature
[x]Naïve
[x]Not serious at the worst of times
[x]Her lisp
[x]Dyslexic
Fears:
[x]Pumpkins
[x]Isolation
[x]The washing machine
[x]Monsters
[x]Being alone
Flaws:
[x]Immature
[x]Lacks self-confidence
Personality:
Phoebe is, in all retrospect, a child. After only ten short, sheltered years of life, she has yet to shed her thick layer of juvenile youth. And it's rather far from possible that she'll be losing it in the next few years. Her silly, immature ears still cringe at the words she deems to be malevolent and her tiny little brain still hasn’t got a clue what happens between the older students in dusty, long-empty classrooms. Complicated ideas, like the difference between good and evil and matters such as whether one can switch between the two, still boggle and confuse her mind. This particular Huffler prefers to keep her mentality empty of such thoughts, and rather to focus on more individual matters, such as finding the little pleasures in everyday life.
Trusting the words and actions of practically everyone she meets, Phoebe is, if anything, terribly naïve. She’s easily fooled and quite gullible if one tries to trick her. But, perhaps, that’s simply the nature of every child; and so perhaps it shouldn’t escape this one. Even so, she has a terrible memory, and is quite easily confused, as her brain has a difficult time comprehending much beyond the basic things of life. Fear is something that drives her life, as she’s quite terrified of everything, right coward that she is. Anything that makes strange noises or flashes distorted, scary faces at her is something that she’ll immediately run away from.
Malleability is possibly a good feature of soft metals, but not incredibly so of little girls. The influence people have over her to change her decisions can make one feel quite powerful when around her. She’s not one to stick to her guns, and prefers to simply go with the flow and agree whole-heartedly with whomever is in the room, so as not to upset anyone. There’s also a part of her that prefers not to stand out, as she knows that that tends to lead to being picked on, which is something she’s dealt with in high amounts ever since she came to school. But mostly, it’s simply to keep people content and to calm the fires that most disagreements and choices inflict upon people and their comrades. Perhaps there's also a tad bit of influence from her lack of self-confidence. She's dreadfully awful at making decisions, and believes it's better if people simply make them for her.
Parents:
Donald Bernard Mabus - Muggle - 55
Frances Jane Mabus - Squib - 52
Siblings:
Sofia Yolanda Mabus - Muggle - 21
Gorden Melvinio Mabus - Muggle - 15
History:
Phoebe Gwendolyn Mabus was born on a warm spring day in the middle of March. She was a happy child, usually keeping a cheerful smile on her face, rather than crying. She didn't like to cry, as it hurt her eyes, and preferred to just pull off her precious little smile. It's only been ten years since that day in March, so there's really not much to tell.
Her father, Donald, was a Muggle milkman. He enjoyed building things and a good hot whiskey on rye bread. Typical Muggle, most would say. But Phoebe knew differently. He was a quirky man, always patient with her and her siblings. She was the youngest, so he had a habit of babying her. They spent a lot of their time together, and he occasionally let her help her with a shelf or the likes.
Her mother, Frances, on the other hand, was a Squib, born into a tainted-blooded family, and was rather wispy and dry. Phoebe never really understood much about the woman, as she was always distant and selfish with her time. Phoebe's mother never spent much time with her, as she preferred to go out shopping or on the town with her many friends. Frances always regretted the fact that she'd been born without magical powers, as she'd grown up in a family of all wizards and witches. As such, she spent her time on extravagence, and preferred to stay away from her less-than-perfect little family.
And that's when, at age ten, Phoebe got her letter from Hogwarts. One can only imagine how the news was received.
Wand:
Unicorn Tail Hair, 8", Cherry
Pets:
Owl named Bert
Special Possessions:
None.
