Post by october on Feb 10, 2008 11:02:06 GMT -5
Name:
October Lane Harding
Nickname, if any:
Tobie, Tober
Age/Year:
16 / Sixth
House:
Ravenclaw
Family:
Amarie [Easton] and Andrew Harding [mother, deceased; father], Emma Matthews [step-mother], Jonathon Andrew “Andy” Harding [twin brother, deceased]
Appearance:
October is a very beautiful girl, she just doesn’t agree with anyone who says so. Since the day she was born, anyone affiliated with their family would remind her of how she looks exactly like her mother. It’s not as if that’s a bad thing, but it only reminds her of someone she never met. It hurts her every time someone says ”You have Ammie’s wonderful eyes!” or ”You have the cutest nose, just like your mother did.” People assume that this would be a kind and flattering gesture, and while she is flattered, October just can’t visualize how her mother looked at this age. Even after seeing the photos her father has had in the house for so long, she still can’t fully visualize the real Amarie Harding.
Her eyes are certainly something to be noticed. They were once a very light brown when she was younger, and they were actually too big for her face. As she’s grown older, though, they’ve become more of a blue-grey color, with brown circling the irises, though they’re still quite big. Often, when she looks at you blankly, you can see how wide her eyes are. They give her the innocent appearance, and for the most part, she is innocent. You will never see them lined with anything, seeing as she hardly ever puts any make-up on her face. Her nose, as quoted above, could probably be considered “cute”, or anything of the like, depending on the person looking at it. Though, if you spend much time analyzing people’s noses, you probably need more of a life. Her nose is nice, either way. The slope from between her eyes to the end isn’t too far out, but at the same time it isn’t too steep, either. The width of it is, like the slope, just right.
Another feature that is quite noticeable would probably be October’s lips. One could say that her mouth is almost heart-shaped, but a bit wide for it to be a true heart. Her lips have a fullness that some girls might envy, though she doesn’t realize it. All these features she has are framed well by her long, slightly wavy blonde hair. As far as October is concerned, there isn’t anything likeable about how she looks. Of course, this girl is quite oblivious to the fact that her innocent face and her slender figure prove her wrong constantly. She even tells her closest friends that they’re wrong if they say something nice about how she looks.
Wand:
12” Mahogany with hair from a Kelpie mane core
Personality:
October may be one of the kindest, most caring girls one would ever meet. Despite her shy nature towards those she doesn’t know quite well, she is more outgoing towards those she does know, and quite protective of them all. Of course, every so often, if she finds someone she does not know very well at all, she may make an attempt to brighten their day somehow if they appear to be down about something. Of course, because of this quality, October doesn’t realize that it’s quite reassuring to people to know that there’s someone out there who really gives a d**n, and in her opinion, she’s just some annoying girl, and that after a while people who currently enjoy her company will grow tired of her. Naturally, however, the truth of the matter is that she’s impossible to forget. Just about every day, she can find at least one person whose day she can brighten, and just the idea of making someone smile (with a sincere smile, as opposed to the kind that look as if you’re ready to vomit) can make her own day a little brighter, resulting in her smile and giggle, which all her friends consider “cute” or “adorable”, or anything in that sense.
Shyness – that’s a quality that most find hard to believe belongs to October. Half the time, she’s probably one of the most outgoing people you could meet. But the rest of the time, you would think that she’s some sort of mouse, afraid to talk to anyone outside her “circle,” which is quite vast. Of course, the first half is more commonly seen. But despite her outgoing façade, the fact of the matter is that October is afraid every time she attempts to brighten someone’s day. Now, one might ask, why would she be afraid if she’s helping people? Well, the poor girl is constantly afraid that “one day, the only thing she’s good for existing for won’t be of any use, and she’ll end up being completely pointless,” or something like that.
For as long as she and anyone else can remember, October has never been all too fond of any aspect of her own being. Her friends, and probably a few acquaintances, constantly disagree, telling her that she’s “beautiful,” and that she’s “one of the sweetest, most kind-hearted people they’ve ever met.” Even though she’s constantly putting herself down, though it may not always be out loud, October would never do anything bad to her body to make it better – she knows better. She’s much smarter than she gives herself credit for; she just prefers to put herself down. Not many people can possibly understand why, but she certainly can. When she was younger, before she actually started growing up and changing, she can remember being insulted for a number of problems she had: she’d had glasses, which she’d worn over those eyes that were too big for her face, for a long time before she finally got contacts; she’d had crooked teeth, which were fixed with the magic of an orthodontist; she’d been chubby, which she’d hated for the longest time. Now, for that problem, she did the smart thing and simply ate less. It seemed like a drastic change to other people, though, considering that over one summer, before her fifth year, she lost probably around twenty pounds. Her father had even asked if she’d been using drugs of any kind, which of course was not true. All she had done was eat much less...actually, she hardly ate at all. It wasn’t as if she was sick or anything; the summer she lost the drastic amount of weight was the same summer Andy died. After that happened, the poor girl holed up in her room the majority of the time, not even eating dinner. The most she’d eat would be lunch, and then she’d be set for the rest of the day.
Even though October is quite depressed these days, even though it’s been about a year or so now since it happened, she gives her friends the same smile she’s always had, even if her day is completely awful. The one thing that can give her the most satisfaction is seeing someone, whether they’re a friend or someone she’s never met, smile, and knowing that she’s the one who caused it.
Pet, if any:
RP Sample:
Her gaze stayed fixated on the boy next to her, but her eyes still refused to meet his. As she started to look away again, she froze as she heard what he said...or, what he almost had said.
"October, I could nev--"
'--er hate you'? That was what first came to mind. It gave her a weird feeling, though...she wasn't quite sure what it was, but she did know that she liked it. Biting her lip, October instantly scolded herself mentally for thinking that way. Maybe that was what the boy had intended to say, but it didn't mean anything, right?
"Nobody will hate you. I won't hate you, but suffering alone isn't a good idea."
Nobody will hate me... Maybe that was true...more than likely, considering that there wasn't anyone around to hate her, considering no one really cared for her...and the only person who did know didn't hate her, so... maybe Willem was right, somewhat.
While it was true that other people might not hate her, there was still the fact that he would hate her. 'I won't hate you'.. He had no idea what she was hiding from him at that moment, so he really couldn't honestly say that, could he?
October wanted to badly to just tell him to leave her the hell alone and mind his own d**n business, but she'd feel worse than she already did if she said that to someone like him. He was claiming that it's not good to suffer alone, but she'd always thought it was...she preferred to keep her anger and suffering bottled up, but apparently he wanted it unleashed.
Her eyes finally looked away, and she looked down at her arm again. No words came out, but she managed to mouth the word "Fine", and slowly pulled her wristband off. She squinted a bit at the stinging as she did so.
And there it was. All he really needed to know. She stared at it herself for a minute, waiting for him to begin hating her. Words flooded into her mind repetitively. Hypocrite, pathetic... Those two words were the most constant. Was she a hypocrite for giving Willem such an evil stare when she'd seen what he had done to his hand? Inside, she just didn't want him ending up the same way she had, but what if, in his eyes, she'd been a total hypocrite?
She couldn't live with herself if he saw her that way.
