Post by Ripley Todd on Jul 3, 2007 14:42:36 GMT -5
Basics
Full name: Ripleyamadeus Anne Todd
Nickname(s): Ripley (call her Ripleyamadeus and she'll kill you) Rip, Toddy, Todders
Date of Birth: October Twenty Eight
Age: 16
Martial Status: Very, Very Single
School
Desired Year: 6th
Wand: 11” oak with unicorn tail and a little bit of ordinary wolf hair.
Pet: Black cat- Salem
House: Gryffindor
Family
Heritage: American Pure Blood
Financial Status: Middle Class
Father: Zach Todd Ex-Auror, Boston Cop(KIA)
Mother: Divorced Diane Todd lives in England, works at the bank
Siblings: Jared Status unknown
Guardians/Other Family: Aunt Maggie in Ireland
Appearance
Character Representation: Holly Marie Combs
Hair Description: Dark brown, long about mid back in winter, short to her shoulders in summer. Curls slightly in humidity along with extreme fuzziness. Thank Gods for hair potions.
Eye Description: Brown, nothing to special.
Physical Appearance: 5'11, 185 pounds, strong, hefty build.
Predominant Feature(s): Scar on her right eyebrow, in damp weather she limps on her left knee.
Clothing: She likes the color blue, some white on occasion, grey and black. She wears jeans when she can and usually tee shirts, except for the uniform which she utterly loathes for it being a skirt.
Mind Set
Sexual Preference: Straight
General Attitude: Oh, there are so many ways to describe this charming teen. Let’s start with grumpy, she hates mornings and if she hasn’t had her early skate she will not only be grumpy, but very short tempered. She rarely cries and if she does it never involves pain, this is a girl who has gotten her nose broken, a high stick to her eyebrow and been beaten up on the ice. Men. Men can make her cry, in the middle of the night when she knows there is no one for her. A born pessimist Rip has learned take what life throws at you, it’s a test that a higher power is giving you. Its pass or fail just do what you can, when you can.
She tends to be very kind to her friends, understanding and comforting, but to her enemies, well Gods have mercy on them because she won’t. She’s not afraid to stand up for her friends, to tell them off and give them a boot in the ass while she’s at it. A rock and roll girl you’ll never see her listening to rap or pop, classic rock is her genre. A friend back home had once told her she was as cold as ice. And that she is. Her favorite quote she had come with is this. “With a fire in my heart and ice in my veins I will play to the end.” Life or hockey—it’s undecided.
Dry wit even in the serious moments, someone could be dying and she would try to ease the tension of it. A fiery temper if provoked enough. Serious when the time calls for it and she's just a basic Virgo who likes to be organized, on time, caring to her friends, sensual, practical at times, mischievous and witty., sarcastic as all hell and brave.
If she were facing off with an enemy she'd be out there and asking them questions, like hey how's your boyfriend, he good? Gets punched, swears and goes right back to taunting
She is not a morning person, ever. She's fiercely loyal to her friends, and family.
Time after time she'll watch horses run by and wish she was free like them, to do as they willed, but she can't. It's not possible. She's a fighter. Though even if she seems like a barbed-wire-covered-teddy bear, she wants to love. To let herself go and be someone’s girlfriend. Her weaknesses are many, she sucks at muggle math and isn't the best at potions, her spelling is decent, she isn't good at charms, curses yes, charms not so much. Her mouth and quick temper has gotten her in plenty of trouble. A quirk she has, when nervous, scared or angry she paces and or tosses a puck.
Likes: Blue, wolves, hockey, Remus *shh*, Gryffindor, Aurors, Ireland, America and England.
Dislikes: Slytherin’s, potions, preppy girls, snakes, hot dogs, flying
Abilities: Animagus, good at swearing (JK)
Bad Habits: Pacing, swearing, tossing a puck when nervous, tossing and turning in her sleep, punching anything next to her in her sleep, worrying about simple stuff.
History: Ripleyamadeus Anne Todd was born in Maine, USA, both her parents were Aurors, her mom was British and her father American, they had met when they were paired to take down the same Death Eater. Ripley learned that she was a witch at young age; her parents thought that they shouldn't keep it secret. At age five young Rip was taking interest in hockey, it took her father a little bit before signing her up for a Pee-Wee league. From there she progressed, like she was born to play.
Life however got in the way; only a year before this one she got word from her mother. Her dad, her number one fan had been killed in action. Shot in a bank robbery. She grieved as any child would, but with her friends there she knew she could carry on. The pain still hurt; maybe that was why she was a wolf. She was a lone wolf, without a pack, meant to wander alone.
She couldn't believe something like that could happen, it was inevitable, but it still hit home. She went to her classes and did fairly well.
That summer she never got to go home, she had to go to her Aunt Maggie's her mother told her it was better that way. Her Aunt Maggie let Rip do what she wanted, that wasn't much, but she did get a tattoo, not that that was something to be proud of. Her sixth year began and sadly her crush on a certain werewolf grew. That was something she couldn't handle. Why love? He was probably taken so why bother. Love only ended in death one way or another.
Sample RP:
It was going to be a long, long day and even longer year. Ripley Todd stepped off the train with her friend Lily Evans.
"Well, here we are again," Rip looked towards the castle. "Home sweet home." Lily left her to find their other friends; to be honest Ripley was okay with that. She went up to the castle, ate her dinner and went to the common room like a good little girl. She looked around, there was Lily and her other friend talking softly. Lily waved her over, but Rip shook her head, she wasn't in the mood to be social.
Looking toward the fireplace her heart skipped a beat; there he was Remus Lupin, secret crush. She admired his brown hair and the smile that was so often not there. He looked up and it felt as if a hand squeezed her heart. She looked down, a blush spreading. She walked head lowered to the stairs and took two at a time to the dorm room. Inside her things were already unpacked by house elves and Salem sat on the bed.
"Sale, what've I done?" She asked her cat. "How the hell can I like him?" She paced around, her hand going instantly to her back jean pocket pulling out her black rubber puck, she tossed it in the air and caught it, repeating as she walked. "This is crazy, hell, he'll never like me. He'd never look at me in that way, we're just friends, why ruin a good thing? Or it could be that I'm just o-over reacting and he could like me, unlikely, and not at all probable, but--" Her words twisted and she sighed heavily. "Am I nuts?"
Meow.
"Helpful. God Dammit I need to skate!" She flopped down on her bed, being sure to avoid the cat. He meowed and curled up beside her purring. "I don't need this."
Desired Animagi Form: Grey Wolf
Why You Chose That Form: Because a wolf is loyal. Free, she roams the woods because there is nothing holding her back, she's free to wander, free to be who she wants to be without being judged. A wolf is a teacher of things, defiant of anything that gets in her way. A wolf sings alone, but runs with a pack. Those who are alone know that behind them is always a pack. A lone wolf is only a loner for so long.
Sample Rp In Animagi Form:
The smells of forest assaulted her nose. Damp wood, fall leaves, and somewhere in the distance a--werewolf? Dog? Something along that line. The grey wolf walked up onto the boulder, Ripley Todd was in her environment. She looked around at the black and white forest, she knew the colors by heart. The red and orange leaves, the green moss, the grey boulders.
She lifted her head looking at the full moon and let out a long, mournful howl. It was the day her father had died. An answering howl came back in return; she ignored it and began her own sorrowful song. This was her way of paying respect, his body was in Boston, and the lake was far from freezing. It was best this way.
She sat back on her haunches, she wished he was there, maybe she could've asked him how to talk to Remus about her crush on him. Or she could just sit back and wait. No, that wouldn't work. You miss a 100% of the shots you never take. Wayne Gretzky said that. She believed in it.
She jumped down from the boulder onto a rock, then the ground. She needed a good run. Stretching her front legs forward she yawned and pawed the earth. One, two, three. On the count of three in her mind she dug her back feet into the soil and launched forward running over roots, around trees towards the end of the forest. A few feet away she leaped, in midleap she twisted back into a tall girl and sprinted to the edge. Panting she slowed down to a walk and looked back at the forest as her boots hit grass. “Till next time.” She turned back to the castle, back to her cage.
[/center]Full name: Ripleyamadeus Anne Todd
Nickname(s): Ripley (call her Ripleyamadeus and she'll kill you) Rip, Toddy, Todders
Date of Birth: October Twenty Eight
Age: 16
Martial Status: Very, Very Single
School
Desired Year: 6th
Wand: 11” oak with unicorn tail and a little bit of ordinary wolf hair.
Pet: Black cat- Salem
House: Gryffindor
Family
Heritage: American Pure Blood
Financial Status: Middle Class
Father: Zach Todd Ex-Auror, Boston Cop(KIA)
Mother: Divorced Diane Todd lives in England, works at the bank
Siblings: Jared Status unknown
Guardians/Other Family: Aunt Maggie in Ireland
Appearance
Character Representation: Holly Marie Combs
Hair Description: Dark brown, long about mid back in winter, short to her shoulders in summer. Curls slightly in humidity along with extreme fuzziness. Thank Gods for hair potions.
Eye Description: Brown, nothing to special.
Physical Appearance: 5'11, 185 pounds, strong, hefty build.
Predominant Feature(s): Scar on her right eyebrow, in damp weather she limps on her left knee.
Clothing: She likes the color blue, some white on occasion, grey and black. She wears jeans when she can and usually tee shirts, except for the uniform which she utterly loathes for it being a skirt.
Mind Set
Sexual Preference: Straight
General Attitude: Oh, there are so many ways to describe this charming teen. Let’s start with grumpy, she hates mornings and if she hasn’t had her early skate she will not only be grumpy, but very short tempered. She rarely cries and if she does it never involves pain, this is a girl who has gotten her nose broken, a high stick to her eyebrow and been beaten up on the ice. Men. Men can make her cry, in the middle of the night when she knows there is no one for her. A born pessimist Rip has learned take what life throws at you, it’s a test that a higher power is giving you. Its pass or fail just do what you can, when you can.
She tends to be very kind to her friends, understanding and comforting, but to her enemies, well Gods have mercy on them because she won’t. She’s not afraid to stand up for her friends, to tell them off and give them a boot in the ass while she’s at it. A rock and roll girl you’ll never see her listening to rap or pop, classic rock is her genre. A friend back home had once told her she was as cold as ice. And that she is. Her favorite quote she had come with is this. “With a fire in my heart and ice in my veins I will play to the end.” Life or hockey—it’s undecided.
Dry wit even in the serious moments, someone could be dying and she would try to ease the tension of it. A fiery temper if provoked enough. Serious when the time calls for it and she's just a basic Virgo who likes to be organized, on time, caring to her friends, sensual, practical at times, mischievous and witty., sarcastic as all hell and brave.
If she were facing off with an enemy she'd be out there and asking them questions, like hey how's your boyfriend, he good? Gets punched, swears and goes right back to taunting
She is not a morning person, ever. She's fiercely loyal to her friends, and family.
Time after time she'll watch horses run by and wish she was free like them, to do as they willed, but she can't. It's not possible. She's a fighter. Though even if she seems like a barbed-wire-covered-teddy bear, she wants to love. To let herself go and be someone’s girlfriend. Her weaknesses are many, she sucks at muggle math and isn't the best at potions, her spelling is decent, she isn't good at charms, curses yes, charms not so much. Her mouth and quick temper has gotten her in plenty of trouble. A quirk she has, when nervous, scared or angry she paces and or tosses a puck.
Likes: Blue, wolves, hockey, Remus *shh*, Gryffindor, Aurors, Ireland, America and England.
Dislikes: Slytherin’s, potions, preppy girls, snakes, hot dogs, flying
Abilities: Animagus, good at swearing (JK)
Bad Habits: Pacing, swearing, tossing a puck when nervous, tossing and turning in her sleep, punching anything next to her in her sleep, worrying about simple stuff.
History: Ripleyamadeus Anne Todd was born in Maine, USA, both her parents were Aurors, her mom was British and her father American, they had met when they were paired to take down the same Death Eater. Ripley learned that she was a witch at young age; her parents thought that they shouldn't keep it secret. At age five young Rip was taking interest in hockey, it took her father a little bit before signing her up for a Pee-Wee league. From there she progressed, like she was born to play.
Life however got in the way; only a year before this one she got word from her mother. Her dad, her number one fan had been killed in action. Shot in a bank robbery. She grieved as any child would, but with her friends there she knew she could carry on. The pain still hurt; maybe that was why she was a wolf. She was a lone wolf, without a pack, meant to wander alone.
She couldn't believe something like that could happen, it was inevitable, but it still hit home. She went to her classes and did fairly well.
That summer she never got to go home, she had to go to her Aunt Maggie's her mother told her it was better that way. Her Aunt Maggie let Rip do what she wanted, that wasn't much, but she did get a tattoo, not that that was something to be proud of. Her sixth year began and sadly her crush on a certain werewolf grew. That was something she couldn't handle. Why love? He was probably taken so why bother. Love only ended in death one way or another.
Sample RP:
It was going to be a long, long day and even longer year. Ripley Todd stepped off the train with her friend Lily Evans.
"Well, here we are again," Rip looked towards the castle. "Home sweet home." Lily left her to find their other friends; to be honest Ripley was okay with that. She went up to the castle, ate her dinner and went to the common room like a good little girl. She looked around, there was Lily and her other friend talking softly. Lily waved her over, but Rip shook her head, she wasn't in the mood to be social.
Looking toward the fireplace her heart skipped a beat; there he was Remus Lupin, secret crush. She admired his brown hair and the smile that was so often not there. He looked up and it felt as if a hand squeezed her heart. She looked down, a blush spreading. She walked head lowered to the stairs and took two at a time to the dorm room. Inside her things were already unpacked by house elves and Salem sat on the bed.
"Sale, what've I done?" She asked her cat. "How the hell can I like him?" She paced around, her hand going instantly to her back jean pocket pulling out her black rubber puck, she tossed it in the air and caught it, repeating as she walked. "This is crazy, hell, he'll never like me. He'd never look at me in that way, we're just friends, why ruin a good thing? Or it could be that I'm just o-over reacting and he could like me, unlikely, and not at all probable, but--" Her words twisted and she sighed heavily. "Am I nuts?"
Meow.
"Helpful. God Dammit I need to skate!" She flopped down on her bed, being sure to avoid the cat. He meowed and curled up beside her purring. "I don't need this."
Desired Animagi Form: Grey Wolf
Why You Chose That Form: Because a wolf is loyal. Free, she roams the woods because there is nothing holding her back, she's free to wander, free to be who she wants to be without being judged. A wolf is a teacher of things, defiant of anything that gets in her way. A wolf sings alone, but runs with a pack. Those who are alone know that behind them is always a pack. A lone wolf is only a loner for so long.
Sample Rp In Animagi Form:
The smells of forest assaulted her nose. Damp wood, fall leaves, and somewhere in the distance a--werewolf? Dog? Something along that line. The grey wolf walked up onto the boulder, Ripley Todd was in her environment. She looked around at the black and white forest, she knew the colors by heart. The red and orange leaves, the green moss, the grey boulders.
She lifted her head looking at the full moon and let out a long, mournful howl. It was the day her father had died. An answering howl came back in return; she ignored it and began her own sorrowful song. This was her way of paying respect, his body was in Boston, and the lake was far from freezing. It was best this way.
She sat back on her haunches, she wished he was there, maybe she could've asked him how to talk to Remus about her crush on him. Or she could just sit back and wait. No, that wouldn't work. You miss a 100% of the shots you never take. Wayne Gretzky said that. She believed in it.
She jumped down from the boulder onto a rock, then the ground. She needed a good run. Stretching her front legs forward she yawned and pawed the earth. One, two, three. On the count of three in her mind she dug her back feet into the soil and launched forward running over roots, around trees towards the end of the forest. A few feet away she leaped, in midleap she twisted back into a tall girl and sprinted to the edge. Panting she slowed down to a walk and looked back at the forest as her boots hit grass. “Till next time.” She turned back to the castle, back to her cage.
