Post by hermione granger on Dec 15, 2010 17:43:57 GMT -5
HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER ,
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STEAL ME THE KEYS TO YOUR DADDY'S CADILLAC
[/FONT]STEAL ME THE KEYS TO YOUR DADDY'S CADILLAC
YOU CAN TAMPER WITH THE BRAKES AND CALL IT A MISTAKE[/FONT]
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( FULL NAME ) : Hermione Jean Granger.[/size][/blockquote]
( NICKNAMES ) : Mione, Hermy, Herm-own-ninny, Mudblood, Know it All
( SEX ) : Female.
( AGE ) : September 19, 1979, she is sixteen.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Muggle-born.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual.
( STATUS ) : Single.
( YEAR ) : Sixth.
( HOUSE ) : Gryffindor.
( QUIDDITCH ) : Merlin, no! She hates to fly!
( AFFILIATION ) : Order
( WAND ) : Ten and three quarters inch, vine wood, core string of a dragon heart
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RIGHT UP TO THE END UNTIL THAT MOMENT WHEN
[/FONT]RIGHT UP TO THE END UNTIL THAT MOMENT WHEN
I FIND THE ONE THAT I’LL SPEND FOREVER WITH[/FONT]
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( PERSONALITY) : Hermione has always been a tad uptight, especially when it came to schoolwork and what's right and wrong. She can be very controlling when she wants to be, even unintentionally a lot of the time, and bosses people around to make it her way. She's very hard working in her schoolwork and everything she does, always a high achiever to gain all the knowledge there is.[/size][/blockquote]
Though she's eccentric in some ways, and tends to be stubborn and strong willed, she has a very kind heart and a level head, wanting to do the right thing over what's easy. She enjoys having a good time, very free and open minded in spirit though she stresses very easily. She tends to be very independent, though on occasion she may cling to those closest to her for some company or support when she's in emotional distress.
( LIKES ) : She wants nothing more than to sit a book and read away the day, or study for an exam all hours of the night. The high marks are all worth the hours lost in sleep, loving to have strong intelligence in everything she knows. Being right is a plus, loving to prove people wrong in their theories when they are dead wrong.
Spending time with Harry and Ron comes right under schoolwork, enjoying the company despite Ron's annoying habits of ticking her off just enough to frazzle her the rest of the day. Though she does enjoy spending the holidays with the family, whether it be hers or the Weasleys.
( DISLIKES ) : Hermione could never stand being weak, or worse, getting something wrong. Nor does she like disobeying the rules or anyone in authority.
She despises Draco Malfoy with a passion, punching him to make him see just how much when words weren't enough. He represents everything to hate in the wizarding world, especially his view on blood, preferably her being a mudblood, her most hated word.
Something else she can't stand is the way people treat living creatures, harming them and making them their slaves when they are living things. She can't stand ignorant teachers denying everything bad in the world, like Umbridge had, and everything dark in the world.
( STRENGTHS ) : Things that have always pushed her forward to keep on and stay strong was the love for her family, and the support from her friends behind her to catch her when she fell. Being sure to keep those she loves safe is what makes her as tough as she is.
As well as her intellect during great peril and ability to think fast on her feet have saved her skin countless times before. One of the strongest qualities of her is her intelligence, as well as her perseverance in the most difficult situations. Her bravery and loyalty prove her house colors well, and in the end it's her heart and compassion that win over.
( WEAKNESSES ) : Everyone that knows Hermione, whether it be well or just on a passing glance, knows she is devastated when she fails an exam or gets an answer wrong. One main thing is her tendency to be a know it all, or act like a mother bossing her friends around. She hates rejection in general, being so headstrong on succeeding and being right.
She doesn't like pain, not minding it herself but when it comes to someone harming her friends or family or cruelty to poor creatures, like house elves or hippogriffs, it tears her apart.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Hermione, being the unique and knowledge driven girl that she is, has always been dead set on parchment. Having loved the summertime, she'd always sit outside to smell the freshly mowed grass or the oncoming of rain just when it gets moist in the air. She wouldn't mind spearmint toothpaste either, being so strong in personal grooming, or that fresh laundry scent of clean clothes mixed with the lingering of her perfume.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Being told by one of her teachers that she had failed everything after trying so hard to study and achieve a high standard of grades.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : More recently, of being tortured and forced to think that she would lose those she loves and have to live on without them, or she herself be lost and leave them on their own, lost without her love and support to help them on, like how she'd been in the Malfoy Manor, having Mudblood carved into her skin by Bellatrix Lestrange and the Cruciatus Curse upon her to make her writhe in pain with no way to get down and save Harry or Ron from whatever they'd been doing to them.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To be the greatest witch in helping the wizarding world to be a better, safer place to live and to help those who are less fortunate, whether it be working in the ministry or a nurse in St. Mungo's Hospital. Also, to make her parents proud to call her their daughter, though they always had been, but more to prove herself to everyone than anything that she was more than just a know it all witch who would boss people around until they realized she was right.
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EVERYONE WANTS TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE CARES
[/FONT]EVERYONE WANTS TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE CARES
SOMEONE TO LOVE WITH MY LIFE IN THEIR HANDS[/FONT]
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( PLAY-BY ) : Emma Watson
( APPEARANCE ) : Hermione was nothing too special to really draw attention to herself. No scar upon her skin of her battles, no flawless beauty of a veela nor the body of a goddess to tempt men. She was no more than the average girl, born at a decent height with a thin frame and modest curves, which were just enough for her to be happy with herself.
As the years went on and she was tormented over her large, unnaturally bushy brown hair to the two slightly too grown buckteeth in her smile, she began to grow into a comfortable and casual style, dressing more girlish but not too trendy and finding the chance to fix her smile to be more even after a bad mishap with a spell gone wrong. She tamed her hair down and as she grew, she grew into her facial features and her frame, though still having light freckles if one would look hard enough and the large, curious yet wise chocolate brown eyes she'd grown to love that she inherited from her mother. She had her father's hands, chewed nails and bony to show she was a hard worker, especially writing all those essays.
( HEIGHT / WEIGHT ) : 5'7'', 108 lbs
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MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME THE BEST ADVICE
[/FONT]MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME THE BEST ADVICE
HE SAID EACH DAYS A GIFT AND NOT A GIVEN RIGHT[/FONT]
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( HISTORY ) : Hermione Jean Granger was brought into a well loving family of Muggles in the humid September month of 1979. Her parents were dentists and made a good living, and had always wanted a child to complete their mold of the family they'd built. When they found it was a baby girl, they were ecstatic. They raised her under good values, wanting her to have the best and be the best person she could be. To have a good head on her shoulders. That proved to work out well as she grew in years, being the best in her class in elementary school.[/size][/blockquote]
When they received a letter for her daughter from a special school at the tender age of eleven, they realized they'd gotten more in a daughter than they had ever thought or dreamed. Their daughter was special, more than just in logic and personality. She could do magic, make things happen with such strength and ease. And so began her journey in the school of Hogwarts, falling in as the weird child yet finding a good surrounding with her magical skills. She had met the famous Harry Potter, and in turn met her future love, Ron Weasley, the two friends she'd ever have closest to her heart or ever want to be there for her when needed.
All throughout school, she faced things she could never bear to tell her parents, who couldn't quite understand and who didn't deserve to worry about their young girl. Being friends with the chosen one proved fretful, endangering their lives countless times as well as learning to be stronger along the way. She was the best in her year, in their century even, performing spells more easily and advanced than most wizards twice her age who had been in magic far longer than she. That also met some challenges, finding some hardships with the other houses, preferably Draco Malfoy who right below her was the most successful, and gave her hell with rude slurs at her blood and torment because of who she was and how well she excelled.
But one thing about her choice to be in Hogwarts, and to give it her all, was that she never once regretted any move she had made or choice she'd followed. Everything was for good reason, and for the betterment of her friends and herself as well as the wizarding world. She founded an organization to stop cruelty to house elves, who were treated so poorly like slaves, to helping Harry set up a secret cult to fire back against teachers and the Ministry, to prepare their friends for what was really out there in battle and to defend their lives as well as others. She'd learned a lot, more so from her friends than school, and without them she would have been lost.
( PARENTS ) : Mr. James Granger & Mrs. Evelyn Granger, who are in their mid forties and about three years apart, have been married nineteen years. They've both been professional dentists for fifteen years, making a well mannered living and enjoying their profession quite nicely.
( SIBLINGS ) : Only child
( OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS ) : Harry Potter, The Weasleys
( OTHER ) : Founder of Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare
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AGAINST THE GRAIN SHOULD BE A WAY OF LIFE
[/FONT]AGAINST THE GRAIN SHOULD BE A WAY OF LIFE
WHAT’S WORTH THE PRICE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE FIGHT[/FONT]
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( ALIAS ) : Morgan[/size][/blockquote]
( EXPERIENCE ) : 5 years
( CONTACT DETAILS ) : PM
( OTHER CHARACTERS ) : Nope, just Hermione
( RP EXAMPLE ) :Her fingers trembled in her grip, grasping the thin weapon between her numbing fingers as she breathed quiet sobs in the recesses of the small room she'd trapped herself in. The blade caught the light and glinted tauntingly, whispering to her to drag as her eyes smoothed over the healing gashes and scars still lingering upon her light skin. Nervously shooting a leer at the door, she heard movement somewhere in the front of the loft suite, alerting that she was no longer alone. She hurriedly slid her friend across her skin, hissing quiet breaths as she tried to breathe as quietly as she could, her chest heaving as the pain flooded her veins while the crimson stained her skin. She watched it trickle down her arm until it began to dribble onto the tiled floor, grabbing her small blood stained cloth and dabbing it up to clean any evidence of her recent nightly activities.
She could faintly hear him calling her name as he turned on the game, glaring at the door with the cloth held firmly under her blood spotted hand onto the wound, sopping as much of the release as she could to avoid it seeping through her sleeve again. She'd had close calls as of late and couldn't risk him finding out. She'd been staying with him for quite a while now, and it had grown worse as the months passed. They barely spoke anymore unless it was to get a rise out of the other and scream for hours on end on everything from cleaning to how they didn't have any passion in their love or ebedroom anymore. He complained that she never wanted to be with him, she admitted how she only did it for him and that she didn't want to because she felt unloved which would only anger him more. She couldn't take it anymore and had succumbed to physical pain as her only source of comfort in these sleepless nights, up crying the night away in the recess of this bathroom where she performed her nightly socialism with her dear friend in her hand which she was in the middle of hiding back in its place behind the corner sink drawer, placing the cloth with it as she slid the drawer shut.
Sighing, she pulled her sleeve back down and waited, watching to see if any spots appeared but none came. She could feel the sharp sting, having gone a bit too deep compared to last time because of her hurry when she heard his voice, smiling at the way it silenced her mind and distracted her from the things troubling her. Slipping her thumb through the hole in the cuff to keep her sleeves locked down on her wrists, she escaped the bathroom and made a grab for her slim fit black coat with the fur lined hood, sliding her thumbs into the holes in the cuffs on the jacket as well as she reached for the door. She couldn't stay here and fight with him tonight, or she'd bleed to death by the end of the evening.
