Post by Chloris O'Hara on Dec 20, 2006 13:32:44 GMT -5
Beautiful! Accepted without a doubt! See the following PM before doing anything. I will notify you when classes start.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Dawn
Other characters on the board: N/A
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Chloris O'Hara
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: December 21/Sagittarius
Blood Type/Purity: Half-Blood
Family Members: Astra Moura-O'Hara (Mother - 66)
Leith O'Hara(Brother - 42), Aldora O'Hara (Sister - 30), Rosa (Sister - 28), Perry (Brother - 25)
Valin Aldridge (Son - 14), Laverna Aldridge (Daughter - 12)
Justin Aldridge (Ex-Husband - 40)
Appearance: To call Chloe a slim or particularly thin woman, particularly after birthing two very healthily plump children, would be to believe that pigs can fly. However, she is no where near being obese and is very much at peace with her weight conditions considering herself to be "healthily plump" and believes all those "skeletons" running around should build some "warmth fat".
Born with rather pale and pasty skin, the majority of the average day population rarely sees this as she is always wearing long sleeved shirts, pants, and skirts, and puts on an obscene amount of make-up until one can't be sure if she was even black to begin with. It is not that she believes she is ugly or unattractive, in conflict, she believes herself to be neither. However, Chloe is into self-expression in very large ways.
The mixture of this with very trained and very dark arched eyebrows and A rather coarse stark black that nothing can be done with or done to; much to the distress of the wearer -- can make one keep a mile radius between themselves and this particular broad. It can come off as either quite strange, hideous, mysterious, or a combination of all three. Woe to the world.
Bling. Bling. If its shiny, if it jingles, if it is brightly colored or gaudy... Chloris owns it. It doesn't matter what it is or what its intended purpose was for, she will wrap it around waist or neck. It could be a rather polished brass pipe and she will put it on a string and show it off as another woman might a large ridiculous diamond bought by her "beloved". She owns a number of scarves and charms and bangle bracelets and wears them all at once. Doesn't match? Who cares.
While she does upkeep general wizarding tradition by wearing robes, they are no where near considered to be within normal fashion. It looks as if she tried to cross robes with a gypsy's wardrobe and failed miserably. The robes themselves are usually fairly plain with perhaps a trim pattern or a bodice, or something of that nature and then are covered with chimes and charms beyond the imagination. After all, the woman likes her bling and doesn't seem to know how to be subtle about it.
Personality: From afar, Chloe appears to be very whimsical and mysterious. While the former of those two might be very true as her opinion and mind about anything change as suddenly as the wind -- the latter is purely for show. She likes to try and bring a little unease to those she meets and, as she sees it, give them incentive to come back. Consequently, she has not remembered seeing the same face twice that she has done this two. She can't figure out why... Chloe is very big on life and in belief that the Earth has a certain harmony and giving back to it. While she likes to put of a face of detachment from those that pass by, she is very much a softy at heart, wanting to help those that come into her life but knowing with grim certainty that it would be an impossible task if she tried.
Full of laughter, life is a continuous game and its hardships are just a patch of infertile soil; where there is a patch that you cannot grow on, there will be a whole field of fertile that you can. And while she will often try and play with you, she is very honest and blunt in her thoughts and feelings. However, she will not harm another unless in defense of her life or returning karma as a personal moral and as a rule of her family's background.
Believing in simple living, Chloris is not a very materialistic person and scoffs those that are. She also does not believing in play-by-the-book rules as they are stuffy and controlling when they should be general and free. She abhors any really intellectual thinking as it costs too much effort for no real purpose. How is it going to effect her is she understands what is reality? Not at all.
However, this lass does have that terrible Irish temper on her. With patience to make a monk envious, she is very mild-mannered and tolerant of others, but when pushed, she is hurtled over the limit and might not calm down for days. Thus, she often holds long grudges.
History: The Pagan Religion is often stereotypically associated with magic and, in it its own right, it is. Older than many other religions that now make up a good part of the world today, it is similar to them in many ways, but more often than not also greatly differ. These differences are not always conservative or proper from many other stand points and therefore it has many times come off as to be a “heathen” condition and one that is shunned by a good majority. While most muggle practitioners do study their own form of “magic,” it seems very ironic that a Pagan (often referred to as a Wicca or even a witch in her own right) woman actually married a Wizard and gave birth to half-blood Witches and Wizards. Talk about meeting a muggle cliché.
And that was how -- much to the woe of the rest of the world -- which Chloris O’Hara was born into the world. Of course, that also had something to do with a rather drunken Beltane night but that is an entirely other tale. But being the third child born into the O’Hara family and the second one with a birthday roughly nine months from Beltane, it was not much of a shock when Chloris came to be on December twenty-first. What was a shock however is that she was two weeks premature and born on the Winter Solstice. To many, that would have been a fruitful sign of good fortune; to be born of the longest day of the year, when the winter nights start to lessen and more light return. However, to Chloe it simply meant getting cheated out of half of the presents she should have. Other children got them both on the Solstice as well as the anniversary of their birth. She only got one. How much more unfair could it get?
Despite the yearly disappointment, the rest of the joys of childhood were much celebrated and revered. The O’Hara family lived in a decent sized home outskirting Salem's Peak (the family can trace their heritage back to the Witch Trials and pride themselves on the fact that they might have had some wizarding blood somewhere that moved in the Peak as original settlers) and with five children there was never a dull moment. Four out of the five even went off to SWIM… the second to the youngest, Perry, did not. Not gifted with magical powers, he however did reunite every holiday.
Sorted into the Cliodne, Chloe pretty much stayed under the radar during her time at SWIM and with the rest of her family was pretty much outcasted and written off as “weird” during her time there. For after all, the family did not celebrate Christmas or other such holidays and if they did they called them by other names. They each wore an encircled five pointed star around their necks and were too big of tree huggers for most others fancies. However, that did not mean that Chloe was completely friendless. On the contrary, she had a good many of them, just not anyone worth noting.
While in school it turned out that she did not have much gift with a wand and as far as Wizarding power goes had very little of it. However, from the day she could listen and comprehend she had been taught about Pagan “magic” and learned about the earth and its plants and how some of those plants could be combined or used to help cure a cold or brew a tea. Consequently, while she was dreadful in her spellworks classes she soared at the more mundane arts of Herbology and Alchemy and took a strong liking to both Astronomy and Runeology. Astronomy as the Wicca arts dealt with the phases of the moon and its progress in the sky and Runeology as it was just truly a fascinating subject. But the teachers of such subjects as Practical Magic and Transfiguration soon began to fear her presence in a classroom. In some way, their experience with Chloris might have scarred them for life.
While she was an adequate student, her marks were rather small and insignificant by the rest of the Wizarding World's standards and not too many job opportunities were open to her.
In the end, she wound up opening up an Apothecary in Salem's Peak. It was what she knew best and knew well and it was very popular…. And was how she managed to bump into her former husband. Or, rather, he bumped into an entire shelf of live fairies and sent 60 galleons down the drain. He came to her personal residence to pay off the debt and wound up taking her out to dinner instead. For a year they hit it off, and then at twenty-one, he asked her to marry him. It seemed to be a good start. They were a happy starry eyed couple that constantly ogled at each other. They had a son and a daughter and moved into an actual house with the family. While Chloe's income was not the best, they survived well enough off of Justin's government job and the benefits that when with it.
The entire family, the six remaining immediately family and the twenty odd extended on Chloris’ side came for a family reunion. As her religion and customs were iffy at best with others, she had always hidden the fact from her husband. Apparently her brothers and sisters had not warned the rest of the family about this fact and the truth came out in short order. Justin did not take it as well as could be hoped. He called her everything from a heathen to a pretend witch. Things escalated after that. Petty arguments were filled with hidden feelings of unease and hurt and often became big arguments. They squabbled and bickered and threw things at one another. The apothecary began to decay and as often filled with shouting as it was, lost a lot of business. It wound up shutting down and the tension only continued to rise as the falling apart family had to rely on Justin's sole income. Two years this went on, with home that it might work out, but it only got worse and in the end the children were being affected.
In the end they got an annulment and Justin took the children. It had not been among Chloris’ wishes, but her lifestyle would not have been able to support them. Now, on her own, Chloe once again had to turn towards the line of work as it became quite clear that her ex-husband wanted the least to do with her as possible. It was this that lead her back to SWIM. Her abilities with plants and herbs were truly spectacular and it landed her the Herbology job as well as a little extra overseeing her old Dorm. She's been there ever sense, the wacky kooky professor that everyone believes is bonkers on more than one level. Though many might reevaluate that opinion of her after that spiffy little temper she roused when two members of her House were injured and kidnapped in that pompous attack by wannabe DE's. While she is not the most powerful of witches, she did give them a run for her money with the rest of the staff.
Likes: Anything dealing with the abnormal (even by wizards standards), gardening, brewing teas, and getting humorous reactions from others.
Dislikes: Protocol, Strict by-the-book rules, and organized political government. She also dislikes prunes ... both the fruit and the kind of people.
Special Abilities: N/A
Wand: Hawthorne with Phoenix Feather; 11 2/3"
Broom: Unnatural things that give one too many wedgies. Even with the cushioning charm.
Pet: A large bulk of fat and black fur standing on four stubby legs that passes for a cat if one were to take a blood sample and analyze it or hear a grunt or two that passes for a 'meow.' His name is Lucian of all things.
Class Taught: Herbology
Special Titles: Head of Cliodne
Years Teaching: 13 years
Reason for Teaching: To begin with, desperation and need to pay the bills. But as time went on a certain love for the subject developed, or rather a love for terrorizing the students.
Writing Sample:The chime hanging over the windowsill rattled as a soft wisp of mountain air drifted through the Herbology office. The air inside was thick and pungent with a mixture of earth and rather clashing aroma of multiple burning incenses. The smoke of the former diluted the candles that floated periodically on their own accord and hazed the sunlight filtering through the gauzy sheers covering the large window displaying the forest beyond. but which created the most opportune conditions for the jars and herbs that covered the walls and shelves that had somehow been managed to be crammed into the room. Everything from rosemary, to skullcap, to what looked suspiciously like a potted devil snare, but which would be argued was simply a Flitterbloom plant -- just don't touch it.
The owner of the quaint room was sitting behind a desk that was wedged in a corner almost as an after thought. the flames of a near by candle licking at the charms and jewels that hung around neck and arms; making them appear as if they were created of the molten blaze themselves. Two brown eyes, dramatized by a heavy coat of mascara, stared unblinkingly at what looked to be a massive fuzzy, black pillow with two large yellow eyes in silent challenge.
"I don't see why Fanged Geranium would be considered an unsuitable plant for the freshmen to start off with," she sudden;y told the excuse of a cat in a very pleasant tone. You would think she had been discussing the topic over tea for hours. "It is not nearly as boring as lavender and will keep them from underestimating my class."
The yellow eyes just blinked up at her and a low rumble escaped from the throat, producing a pathetic gurgling sound. It might have been a meow, Chloris had given up trying to decipher it.
"Well, yes, Mr. Harris did almost loose a finger to it last year and I know he was a Senior, but he wasn't able to tell basil from chives let alone flesh eating plants from docile ones. That doesn't count."
Another gurgle was the only response she received. Shaking her head, the charms around her neck rattled melodiously as the Professor put her quill to the parchment once more and began to scribble out the rest of her lesson plans for the year. One little incident was not about to keep a favored plant off the curriculum and she had assured his parents that the nurse could replace the finger. He shouldn't have stuck it there in the first place.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Dawn
Other characters on the board: N/A
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Chloris O'Hara
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: December 21/Sagittarius
Blood Type/Purity: Half-Blood
Family Members: Astra Moura-O'Hara (Mother - 66)
Leith O'Hara(Brother - 42), Aldora O'Hara (Sister - 30), Rosa (Sister - 28), Perry (Brother - 25)
Valin Aldridge (Son - 14), Laverna Aldridge (Daughter - 12)
Justin Aldridge (Ex-Husband - 40)
Appearance: To call Chloe a slim or particularly thin woman, particularly after birthing two very healthily plump children, would be to believe that pigs can fly. However, she is no where near being obese and is very much at peace with her weight conditions considering herself to be "healthily plump" and believes all those "skeletons" running around should build some "warmth fat".
Born with rather pale and pasty skin, the majority of the average day population rarely sees this as she is always wearing long sleeved shirts, pants, and skirts, and puts on an obscene amount of make-up until one can't be sure if she was even black to begin with. It is not that she believes she is ugly or unattractive, in conflict, she believes herself to be neither. However, Chloe is into self-expression in very large ways.
The mixture of this with very trained and very dark arched eyebrows and A rather coarse stark black that nothing can be done with or done to; much to the distress of the wearer -- can make one keep a mile radius between themselves and this particular broad. It can come off as either quite strange, hideous, mysterious, or a combination of all three. Woe to the world.
Bling. Bling. If its shiny, if it jingles, if it is brightly colored or gaudy... Chloris owns it. It doesn't matter what it is or what its intended purpose was for, she will wrap it around waist or neck. It could be a rather polished brass pipe and she will put it on a string and show it off as another woman might a large ridiculous diamond bought by her "beloved". She owns a number of scarves and charms and bangle bracelets and wears them all at once. Doesn't match? Who cares.
While she does upkeep general wizarding tradition by wearing robes, they are no where near considered to be within normal fashion. It looks as if she tried to cross robes with a gypsy's wardrobe and failed miserably. The robes themselves are usually fairly plain with perhaps a trim pattern or a bodice, or something of that nature and then are covered with chimes and charms beyond the imagination. After all, the woman likes her bling and doesn't seem to know how to be subtle about it.
Personality: From afar, Chloe appears to be very whimsical and mysterious. While the former of those two might be very true as her opinion and mind about anything change as suddenly as the wind -- the latter is purely for show. She likes to try and bring a little unease to those she meets and, as she sees it, give them incentive to come back. Consequently, she has not remembered seeing the same face twice that she has done this two. She can't figure out why... Chloe is very big on life and in belief that the Earth has a certain harmony and giving back to it. While she likes to put of a face of detachment from those that pass by, she is very much a softy at heart, wanting to help those that come into her life but knowing with grim certainty that it would be an impossible task if she tried.
Full of laughter, life is a continuous game and its hardships are just a patch of infertile soil; where there is a patch that you cannot grow on, there will be a whole field of fertile that you can. And while she will often try and play with you, she is very honest and blunt in her thoughts and feelings. However, she will not harm another unless in defense of her life or returning karma as a personal moral and as a rule of her family's background.
Believing in simple living, Chloris is not a very materialistic person and scoffs those that are. She also does not believing in play-by-the-book rules as they are stuffy and controlling when they should be general and free. She abhors any really intellectual thinking as it costs too much effort for no real purpose. How is it going to effect her is she understands what is reality? Not at all.
However, this lass does have that terrible Irish temper on her. With patience to make a monk envious, she is very mild-mannered and tolerant of others, but when pushed, she is hurtled over the limit and might not calm down for days. Thus, she often holds long grudges.
History: The Pagan Religion is often stereotypically associated with magic and, in it its own right, it is. Older than many other religions that now make up a good part of the world today, it is similar to them in many ways, but more often than not also greatly differ. These differences are not always conservative or proper from many other stand points and therefore it has many times come off as to be a “heathen” condition and one that is shunned by a good majority. While most muggle practitioners do study their own form of “magic,” it seems very ironic that a Pagan (often referred to as a Wicca or even a witch in her own right) woman actually married a Wizard and gave birth to half-blood Witches and Wizards. Talk about meeting a muggle cliché.
And that was how -- much to the woe of the rest of the world -- which Chloris O’Hara was born into the world. Of course, that also had something to do with a rather drunken Beltane night but that is an entirely other tale. But being the third child born into the O’Hara family and the second one with a birthday roughly nine months from Beltane, it was not much of a shock when Chloris came to be on December twenty-first. What was a shock however is that she was two weeks premature and born on the Winter Solstice. To many, that would have been a fruitful sign of good fortune; to be born of the longest day of the year, when the winter nights start to lessen and more light return. However, to Chloe it simply meant getting cheated out of half of the presents she should have. Other children got them both on the Solstice as well as the anniversary of their birth. She only got one. How much more unfair could it get?
Despite the yearly disappointment, the rest of the joys of childhood were much celebrated and revered. The O’Hara family lived in a decent sized home outskirting Salem's Peak (the family can trace their heritage back to the Witch Trials and pride themselves on the fact that they might have had some wizarding blood somewhere that moved in the Peak as original settlers) and with five children there was never a dull moment. Four out of the five even went off to SWIM… the second to the youngest, Perry, did not. Not gifted with magical powers, he however did reunite every holiday.
Sorted into the Cliodne, Chloe pretty much stayed under the radar during her time at SWIM and with the rest of her family was pretty much outcasted and written off as “weird” during her time there. For after all, the family did not celebrate Christmas or other such holidays and if they did they called them by other names. They each wore an encircled five pointed star around their necks and were too big of tree huggers for most others fancies. However, that did not mean that Chloe was completely friendless. On the contrary, she had a good many of them, just not anyone worth noting.
While in school it turned out that she did not have much gift with a wand and as far as Wizarding power goes had very little of it. However, from the day she could listen and comprehend she had been taught about Pagan “magic” and learned about the earth and its plants and how some of those plants could be combined or used to help cure a cold or brew a tea. Consequently, while she was dreadful in her spellworks classes she soared at the more mundane arts of Herbology and Alchemy and took a strong liking to both Astronomy and Runeology. Astronomy as the Wicca arts dealt with the phases of the moon and its progress in the sky and Runeology as it was just truly a fascinating subject. But the teachers of such subjects as Practical Magic and Transfiguration soon began to fear her presence in a classroom. In some way, their experience with Chloris might have scarred them for life.
While she was an adequate student, her marks were rather small and insignificant by the rest of the Wizarding World's standards and not too many job opportunities were open to her.
In the end, she wound up opening up an Apothecary in Salem's Peak. It was what she knew best and knew well and it was very popular…. And was how she managed to bump into her former husband. Or, rather, he bumped into an entire shelf of live fairies and sent 60 galleons down the drain. He came to her personal residence to pay off the debt and wound up taking her out to dinner instead. For a year they hit it off, and then at twenty-one, he asked her to marry him. It seemed to be a good start. They were a happy starry eyed couple that constantly ogled at each other. They had a son and a daughter and moved into an actual house with the family. While Chloe's income was not the best, they survived well enough off of Justin's government job and the benefits that when with it.
The entire family, the six remaining immediately family and the twenty odd extended on Chloris’ side came for a family reunion. As her religion and customs were iffy at best with others, she had always hidden the fact from her husband. Apparently her brothers and sisters had not warned the rest of the family about this fact and the truth came out in short order. Justin did not take it as well as could be hoped. He called her everything from a heathen to a pretend witch. Things escalated after that. Petty arguments were filled with hidden feelings of unease and hurt and often became big arguments. They squabbled and bickered and threw things at one another. The apothecary began to decay and as often filled with shouting as it was, lost a lot of business. It wound up shutting down and the tension only continued to rise as the falling apart family had to rely on Justin's sole income. Two years this went on, with home that it might work out, but it only got worse and in the end the children were being affected.
In the end they got an annulment and Justin took the children. It had not been among Chloris’ wishes, but her lifestyle would not have been able to support them. Now, on her own, Chloe once again had to turn towards the line of work as it became quite clear that her ex-husband wanted the least to do with her as possible. It was this that lead her back to SWIM. Her abilities with plants and herbs were truly spectacular and it landed her the Herbology job as well as a little extra overseeing her old Dorm. She's been there ever sense, the wacky kooky professor that everyone believes is bonkers on more than one level. Though many might reevaluate that opinion of her after that spiffy little temper she roused when two members of her House were injured and kidnapped in that pompous attack by wannabe DE's. While she is not the most powerful of witches, she did give them a run for her money with the rest of the staff.
Likes: Anything dealing with the abnormal (even by wizards standards), gardening, brewing teas, and getting humorous reactions from others.
Dislikes: Protocol, Strict by-the-book rules, and organized political government. She also dislikes prunes ... both the fruit and the kind of people.
Special Abilities: N/A
Wand: Hawthorne with Phoenix Feather; 11 2/3"
Broom: Unnatural things that give one too many wedgies. Even with the cushioning charm.
Pet: A large bulk of fat and black fur standing on four stubby legs that passes for a cat if one were to take a blood sample and analyze it or hear a grunt or two that passes for a 'meow.' His name is Lucian of all things.
Class Taught: Herbology
Special Titles: Head of Cliodne
Years Teaching: 13 years
Reason for Teaching: To begin with, desperation and need to pay the bills. But as time went on a certain love for the subject developed, or rather a love for terrorizing the students.
Writing Sample:The chime hanging over the windowsill rattled as a soft wisp of mountain air drifted through the Herbology office. The air inside was thick and pungent with a mixture of earth and rather clashing aroma of multiple burning incenses. The smoke of the former diluted the candles that floated periodically on their own accord and hazed the sunlight filtering through the gauzy sheers covering the large window displaying the forest beyond. but which created the most opportune conditions for the jars and herbs that covered the walls and shelves that had somehow been managed to be crammed into the room. Everything from rosemary, to skullcap, to what looked suspiciously like a potted devil snare, but which would be argued was simply a Flitterbloom plant -- just don't touch it.
The owner of the quaint room was sitting behind a desk that was wedged in a corner almost as an after thought. the flames of a near by candle licking at the charms and jewels that hung around neck and arms; making them appear as if they were created of the molten blaze themselves. Two brown eyes, dramatized by a heavy coat of mascara, stared unblinkingly at what looked to be a massive fuzzy, black pillow with two large yellow eyes in silent challenge.
"I don't see why Fanged Geranium would be considered an unsuitable plant for the freshmen to start off with," she sudden;y told the excuse of a cat in a very pleasant tone. You would think she had been discussing the topic over tea for hours. "It is not nearly as boring as lavender and will keep them from underestimating my class."
The yellow eyes just blinked up at her and a low rumble escaped from the throat, producing a pathetic gurgling sound. It might have been a meow, Chloris had given up trying to decipher it.
"Well, yes, Mr. Harris did almost loose a finger to it last year and I know he was a Senior, but he wasn't able to tell basil from chives let alone flesh eating plants from docile ones. That doesn't count."
Another gurgle was the only response she received. Shaking her head, the charms around her neck rattled melodiously as the Professor put her quill to the parchment once more and began to scribble out the rest of her lesson plans for the year. One little incident was not about to keep a favored plant off the curriculum and she had assured his parents that the nurse could replace the finger. He shouldn't have stuck it there in the first place.