Post by natalie on Aug 21, 2007 21:28:41 GMT -5
:General Information:
[/color]Name:
Natalie Rose St. Amour
Nickname(s):
Nat, Natty, Love, anything that goes with the name
Age:
Sweet Sixteen
Gender:
Female
Blood Staus:
Half-Blooded, in a awkward way. Mother's a Muggle-born Witch, father's muggle.
Family:
Mother - Sophia Fay-St. Amour
Father - Dave St. Amour
Birthday:
November 1st, 1960
:Appearance:[/color]
Natalie was, well ordinary. Everything about her was ordinary, but it was because of this that her beauty was often over looked. She was an average hight of 5'4, despite her abnormal intake of caffeine. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, often being compared to the color of the great big entrance doors. Her hair wasn't very brown, neither was it very red either. She had once compared her own hair, to the hair samples that adorned a muggle drugstore isle, matching it up to a shade of brown hair called Nutmeg. Usually this, so called Nutmeg color hair was pulled back in a ponytail on days she was feeling athletic, gathered into a messy bun on mornings that weren’t going right and everything else in between had her leaving her hair down.
She definitely wasn't the skinniest girl at Hogwarts, she had more then enough meat on her to cover her bones but her weight wasn't unhealthy by any means. Weighing at a healthy 118lbs, she often felt fat and envied other girls and their stick figures, but other times she loved her curves making her feel more feminine.
Often she could be found in a muggle clothes on the weekends and holidays, finding jeans to be her favorite thing to wear. During the days she had to attend classes, she had a bit of a tendency to try and match her hair bands, earrings and nails in the standard and of the [INSERTHOGWARTSHOUSE] house, and black of the Hogwarts robes.
Her skin was rather fair, and had a bit of a habit of burning. The lucky thing for her was after she burned, she sometimes gained a slight tan after the sun burn faded away. Often her skin was marked up with either a bruise here, a scrape there or a cut else where. Usually she acquired such so from a sheer act of stupidity, or 'war wounds' from a rough Quidditch match.
Almost as if to make up for her normal, ordinary appearance, Natalie's voice was something extraordinary. Having took singing lessons when she was little, she had learned to control the pitches of her voice and read and play piano music like reading and speaking words.
Celebrity representative;; Emmy Rossum.
:Background:[/color]
Hometown:
Île-Bouchard, France
Personality:
Don't let the tiny girl fool you; she's a force to be reckoned with.
Ladies and gents, the first thing you learn about Natalie is she‘s NOT a morning person. Often she could be found stuffing her toast into a goblet, pouring juice into her plate or something of that extent due to a lack of awareness. She had a slight dependency of coffee to wake up her in the morning and she wasn’t one you should cross before she even had her first cup. Personally, she’d love you forever if you brought her up a cup of coffee from the great hall before she even had to dash off to classes. An ideal morning for her would be a pot of coffee beside her, a large steaming mug of the drink, and an hour spent lounging by the lake watching the sunrise and a giant squid drift lazily across the lake. Hey, she's really a sucker for these kind of things, despite her attitudes.
The next thing was, Natalie had a very little attention span once she was awake. Not to mention she was rather stubborn, and the two mixed together was not always a pretty side of her. The result? A short temper often coming out in angry outbursts when you annoyed her, or a few jinxes. Often when you did something to embarrass her she took a more subtle approach with her secret revenge, like cause your bag to rip, and when you bent over for the seam of your pants would rip as well. Just juvenile things like that. Natalie wasn't afraid to get in trouble, and had served her fair share of detentions.
Natalie generally judge people on first impressions, but if you proved to her that you were different then she first thought, then she’ll start to slowly change her attitudes towards you. Although, she had a special hate for Slytherins and their pure-blooded nonsense but even them could redeem themselves, but it‘d be a bit more effort.
Natalie does fairly well to hide when she’s down. She hates dragging others down with her, so it’s only natural. The only way one would even normally have a clue would be if she told him or if she were to be in a conversation where an initial reaction is sparked, for when she wants to mask feelings, she can do so. She’s never been great at acting or lying though, so if one was to corner her on such a matter, it’s likely the truth will come out.
Now, Natalie had her good moods too. Often you could tell she was happy either by the fact she was humming some joyous tune softly to herself or she walked with a bounce in her step. When she was happy, she liked to joke around and spend it outdoors either enjoying the sun or taking a dip in the lake.
Natalie had a bit of a horrible habit of chewing her lower lip, saying things without thinking them though, turning her face towards the sun, and making a huge mess of herself when eating.
History:
One very drunk night, a massive hangover in the morning and nine months later Natalie was born. Of course her mother married the bloke who impregnated her, but it wasn‘t a true love that the two married each other in the haste. Her mother was a secretary at the dentist office, and her dad was a pharmacists. Being the only child so far of the two, Natalie grew up to be their little princess, getting all the love from her dad rather then giving any to his wife. Now Dave St. Amour wasn't an abusive man, no, he just didn't pay attention to his wife and chose to spend his money on his little daughter, including things as singing classes and piano lessons. It was this neglect that had often gotten Sophia, her mom, a little edgy at times and she often resorted to a couple drinks to calm her down.
Well, that was all before her 11th birthday though. The day rolled on, and it was time for Natalie’s little birthday party with her school friends. Strangely, a rather large barn owl sat perched on the windowsill outside tapping the window to be let in while she had been opening up her first present. She watched as her mother’s face paled considerable and she kept glancing towards the bird. It had been later on that night when all her little friends had left the house that the owl took it‘s opportunity. It quickly swooped in the living room and dropped a letter in Natalie’s hand just as the last parent left with their child. Sophia shrieked her head off of course, her dad yelled a few choice words at his wife and he took a broom to the owl, swatting it out of the house. While her dad had been doing so, Natalie‘s mother had pulled her outside quickly explaining everything. Sophia, of course, was outraged at Natalie’s abilities, she had been a muggle born witch and she had thought that then since no magical abilities ran through the family, that then Natalie wouldn’t have any magical talent. Boy was she wrong.
Oh, and she couldn’t tell ANYONE of Hogwarts, or her magical abilities. Not even her dad, Sophia had been afraid that if he knew, that Dave would leave her.
Natalie felt deflated, and it wasn’t until the day before school was started that her mother dropped her off in Diagon Alley to shop within the hustle in bustle of the last minute shoppers. A look into the Quidditch shop, a wrong turn down Knockturn Alley and a purchase of a new cat later, Natalie had finally gotten everything she needed. Lugging her cauldron back to the car, Natalie found her mother still no where in sight. Patiently, Natalie had sat in the back of the car reading her new text books until she fell asleep, worn out by the exciting events that happened while shopping. She couldn’t remember her mother coming back to the car, but before she knew it they were back at the house and Natalie’s mother was no doubt drunk. They had left everything in the car all of it disguised by shoving it into her rather large school trunk.
The next morning they had headed off to King’s Cross, her dad included. After a cart had been set up with her trunk set upon it, they had left Natalie to find her own way to the train with Sophia claiming that Natalie wouldn’t want to be seen with her parents, the other kids would think of it as babyish. The truth was that Sophia didn’t want to be seen by any wizards, afraid that someone would recognize her and ask awkward question about what she had been doing since Hogwarts. After a few curious glances at families running towards a barrier and disappearing, Natalie finally found her way to Platform 9 ¾.
Year One: What do you mean there’s no TV?[/u][/color]
She couldn’t remember much else of the first day at Hogwarts, but that there had been a big feast, a sorting celebration and she had been sorted in [INSERTFREAKINGHOUSE]. Flying lessons went well and Natalie soon gained a secret ambition to become a chaser. Other classes hadn’t gone to bad either, she soon discovered that History of Magic was the most boring class ever to be dreamed up. It didn’t help it was taught by a ghost that had a voice that could put you to sleep within seconds. Transfiguration hadn’t become a strong subject for her either and it wasn’t due from a lack of trying. It was just Natalie had to work a little harder for her grades then most people did.
Year Two: Where‘s the horses pulling the carriages?[/u][/color]
This year seemed to of gone just as well as the last. The summer before her second year had been rather awkward, with Natalie feeling like a stranger in her own home. She had been happy to get back for another year at Hogwarts. This year she hadn’t had as much trouble with her grades, and she was seriously planning to try out for the Quiddich team next year. Two chaser spots would be open next year due to graduating students.
Year three: What‘d ya mean he‘s gone? [/u][/color]
The third year had not gone as fine and dandy as the last two. Happily, she played as a chaser on the [INSERTHOUSE] team finding her own determination, or stubbornness, made her a key candidate for a beater position. Even though she wasn’t a huge, bulky muscular girl, she had more strength then she often let on. She was quite ready to take things on head first, and didn’t ever think twice about snatching the ball away from the opposition or getting in the way of another flyer for it. Amiss this achievement, one day Natalie's father, Dave, had stumbled upon Natalie‘s school permission slip to be allowed into Hogsmede. After confronting his drunk wife about it, she blabbed everything out. From herself being a witch, to Natalie’s magical abilities and how afraid she was of losing him. Dave didn’t car though, and took the fact that they were witches in the wrong way, thinking that they were the evil, curse casting, love potion making ones. Damn TV.
Year Four: Uh oh, what happened to my grades?[/b][/color]
All summer Natalie spent away from the house as much as she could. Catching up with a few old muggle friends she turned a blind eye to her mother‘s drinking problem and tried to stay out of the way of her mother, having already been yelled at a few times. Arriving back at school her grades dropped horribly, and she barely managed to pass the year. Natalie vowed to try harder next year, or else she could lose her spot on the Quiditch team.
Year Five: What problem?
The summer had been long. Her mother had been obvious to Natalie that she really wouldn’t rather have her there. All summer, she didn‘t have anything to do but to mope around and feel the guilt of her mother‘s problem, knowing she was what drove her to it. She was glad to be getting back to school.[/color][/SIZE]
:School Information:[/color]
Wand:
Maple, 11 and 1/4th inches, Phoenix ash core.
House:
TBA
Year:
Sixth year.
:Other:[/color]
Abilities:
None, unless you count her voice or flying skills
Friends:
Hopefully other kids in her house?
Enemies:
Slytherins. Yuck.
Likes:
[!]Swimming
[!]Sunsets/Sunrises
[!]Coffee
[!]Flying
[!]Singing/playing music in general
[!]Fall
[!]Smell of Jasmine
[!]Sunflowers
[!]Color coding
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Rats
[/li][li]Enclosed Spaces
[/li][li]Spring[Too slushy]
[/li][li]History of Magic
[/li][li]Slytherins
[/li][li]Getting wet when she didn’t intend to
[/li][li]Rushed Mornings
[/li][li]Transfiguration
[/li][li]Being forced to think about the future
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Fears:
Natalie had a bit of a problem, she had a claustrophobia issue to deal with. They say that there’s always some incident in the past that brings on a fear, and Natalie was no exception. At the muggle elementary school she had attended before Hogwarts, she had been bullied after being deemed different and freakish when she had jumped 5 feet in the air to avoid collision with a car. One day, while playing in an old cardboard box left in the school yard, 7-year-old Natalie had been trapped by a couple of 10-year-old boys. The boys turned the box right side up, dropped a dead rat in with the poor small girl and held down the box flaps as Natalie screamed, fought and cried, afraid of the over sized, rotting, dead rat. It wasn't until a teacher came over to see what the boys had been up to 15 minutes later that Natalie had been let out. Needless to say the boys were punished and put into therapy but that didn't help Natalie. As well due to a lack of supervision, Natalie was pulled out of that school and stuck in another by her parents, appalled by how a child’s screaming could go unnoticed.
Pet:
None.[/center]