Post by sonnie on Feb 16, 2008 1:53:57 GMT -5
Name:Sonnie Louise Burchfield
Nickname, if any: Lou/Son
Age/Year:16/6th
Family: Debra Burchfield (mother, Witch)
Timothy Burchfield (father, Muggle)
Lacey Burchfield (sister, witch)
Kenneth Burchfield (brother, witch)
Appearance: Sonnie has never been the classic beauty, simply because she doesn't worry about her appearance all that much. She has long, wavy black hair that reaches her mid-back, and her icy blue eyes are the mirror image of her father's. You'll almost never find her wearing make-up, or a dress; usually, she's clad in jeans and a sweat shirt, or her Hogwarts robes. When the occasion calls for it, however, she will dress up, and when this happens, people sometimes stop and stare.
Wand: Red Oak, Unicorn hair core, 12 inches.
Personality:(at least one paragraph) Sonnie is the girl that will come up and talk to you when you're sitting by yourself in the common room. She's been outgoing all of her life, and her excessive talking sometimes takes some getting used to. She loves people, although she occasionally likes to sit alone by the lake and read a good book. Smiling comes naturally to her, and laughter is never missing from a conversation with her. She likes to play pranks, although she honestly isn't very good at them. She never seems to study, but she's always making good grades, simply because facts seem to imprint themselves in her brain. She is, in a nutshell, everyone's best friend, but when she forms a bad opinion of you, it will take a while for you to change her mind.
Pet, if any: Kitten, Jo (female)
RP Sample:(2 paragraphs)
Sonnie sighed, making her way through the crowded halls of Hogwarts. Usually, she loved classes, but she was so tired she wasn't sure she was going to make it through Divination. "You shouldn't have taken the class to begin with," she scolded herself. "Then you would have a free period, and you would get to take a nap!" But she just continued walking, knowing that there was no point in arguing with herself and that there was no point in fretting. She couldn't change her schedule now, so she would just have to live with it.
Finally arriving in the Divination classroom, she slumped down onto her poof and stared at the murky crystal ball in front of her. She could never see a thing in the stupid ball anyways. As a matter of fact, no one ever claimed to, other than the silly little girl who had a crush on the Professor, and that was obvioulsy bullocks.
Sonnie was startled out of her reverie when a bag was tossed down on the chair beside her. Curious, she turned to see who it belonged to; none of her friends took this class. She was surprised to find the mysterious Michael staring back at her. Maybe this class wasn't such a waste after all.
Nickname, if any: Lou/Son
Age/Year:16/6th
Family: Debra Burchfield (mother, Witch)
Timothy Burchfield (father, Muggle)
Lacey Burchfield (sister, witch)
Kenneth Burchfield (brother, witch)
Appearance: Sonnie has never been the classic beauty, simply because she doesn't worry about her appearance all that much. She has long, wavy black hair that reaches her mid-back, and her icy blue eyes are the mirror image of her father's. You'll almost never find her wearing make-up, or a dress; usually, she's clad in jeans and a sweat shirt, or her Hogwarts robes. When the occasion calls for it, however, she will dress up, and when this happens, people sometimes stop and stare.
Wand: Red Oak, Unicorn hair core, 12 inches.
Personality:(at least one paragraph) Sonnie is the girl that will come up and talk to you when you're sitting by yourself in the common room. She's been outgoing all of her life, and her excessive talking sometimes takes some getting used to. She loves people, although she occasionally likes to sit alone by the lake and read a good book. Smiling comes naturally to her, and laughter is never missing from a conversation with her. She likes to play pranks, although she honestly isn't very good at them. She never seems to study, but she's always making good grades, simply because facts seem to imprint themselves in her brain. She is, in a nutshell, everyone's best friend, but when she forms a bad opinion of you, it will take a while for you to change her mind.
Pet, if any: Kitten, Jo (female)
RP Sample:(2 paragraphs)
Sonnie sighed, making her way through the crowded halls of Hogwarts. Usually, she loved classes, but she was so tired she wasn't sure she was going to make it through Divination. "You shouldn't have taken the class to begin with," she scolded herself. "Then you would have a free period, and you would get to take a nap!" But she just continued walking, knowing that there was no point in arguing with herself and that there was no point in fretting. She couldn't change her schedule now, so she would just have to live with it.
Finally arriving in the Divination classroom, she slumped down onto her poof and stared at the murky crystal ball in front of her. She could never see a thing in the stupid ball anyways. As a matter of fact, no one ever claimed to, other than the silly little girl who had a crush on the Professor, and that was obvioulsy bullocks.
Sonnie was startled out of her reverie when a bag was tossed down on the chair beside her. Curious, she turned to see who it belonged to; none of her friends took this class. She was surprised to find the mysterious Michael staring back at her. Maybe this class wasn't such a waste after all.
