Post by Martina "Marty" Douglas on Mar 2, 2007 12:52:42 GMT -5
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Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Caylyn
Other characters on the board: None thus far.
Are you over 13?: Yes, indeed.
Name: Martina Sherona Douglas A.K.A. Marty
Age: 14
Year in Salem: Freshman
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: May 25, 1983 / Gemini
Blood Type/Purity: Half
Family Members:
Mother – Lydia Johansson
Father – Theodore Douglas
Step-Father – Robert Johansson
Siblings – Damiel (19), Reeve (12), and Jacob Johansson (12, step-brother).
Appearance:
Personality: As can probably be determined from her nickname, Marty is not overtly feminine though she does wear skirts more often than long pants. A Gemini, she is here, there, and everywhere. She is easily enthused, always into things, and enthusiastic about getting into things (i.e. books, the goings on around her, and other peoples’ business). As a result of her inquisitive, ebullient nature, Martina likes to be on the move (which is not always a good thing to be when she also likes to have her nose buried in a book). To vent excess energy, she can be downright twitchy, working off nervous energy by exercising ticks such as fiddling with her hair, chewing on her long sleeves, and popping her gum. Marty’s innate curiosity, as well as her desire to be around people, gives her much general information as well as juicy tidbits that are at risk of being blurted out in conversation. As much of a space case as she may come off as, Marty is by no means an idiot. Though she does well in her studies, she could do much better if she didn’t try to get homework over with as quickly as possible, having the potential to have gotten at least two Outstandings in her SMART. She retains information quite well and can, which aides in her breezing through work. She can also prove to be capable of practical application of knowledge in everyday life when properly motivated. With a large capacity for detailed memory, she can get downright nasty when provoked, bringing up topics sensitive to her opponent.
History: Martina was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico to become the little sister of five-year-old Damiel. To the muggles in their neighborhood, Lydia and Theo Douglas were a happy couple and probably had been during their six year marriage. It would take a wizard, who would know what to look for, to see the warning signs of a muggle woman who felt as though she had been tricked into marriage since she hadn’t been told that Theo was a wizard until after the honeymoon. Though Lydia claimed to have forgiven her husband for the deception a few months into the marriage, the issue still cropped up occasionally. Marty acquired a sister, Reeve, two years later. Damiel and Marty were both conclusively magical by then. When all three of her children were enrolled in covens Lydia eventually decided that she disliked being left out of the magical world far too much and a divorce ensued when Marty was eight. Living in a compact, yet bustling city near the state capital, she is used to being around a large number of strangers and never bothered to be shy or reserved around them. Her wake-up call was after the divorce; if she could not trust in fourteen years of marriage, surely she could not trust in strangers. Since then, she has gotten over being paranoid, but is still sensibly cautious.
After the divorce, her mother remained in New Mexico while her father moved closer to magical family members in Montana. The children split holidays (those they don’t spend at school) and summer between the two homes. Marty’s brother, Damiel, holds a strong sense of security for her, but the age difference meant that she had to spend her time in Blackbird Pond Coven without him. In his absence, she learned to both think for herself and rely on herself much more than she had in the past, also serving as sole mentor to the younger Reeve. A year before Martina herself was to move on to Salem Institute, her mother remarried and the children found themselves having to tolerate an incredibly boring man who Marty stubbornly calls Bob (though he much prefers Robert) and his snotty son, Jacob, who Marty calls much less acceptable names. Though Reeve is not quite so at odds with the new additions, Marty is intensely grateful that boarding school keeps her from them for the majority of the year, and Damiel stays neutral on the issue and goes about his own business.
Likes: Clambering about in the wilderness and new places, getting into things even when they don’t concern her, reading anything not dreadfully technical, new things, complaining about how boring people are, and cheese.
Dislikes: Having to sit still for too long, being bogged down with work, arrogance, lectures, and fish.
Best Subject: Practical Magic
Special Abilities: The ability to retain vast amounts of information and pull up the needed bit at any time.
Hopes and Dreams: To be able to determine her calling in life before she finds herself in a dead-end job instead of a lively career.
Wand: 12 ¼ inches, apple, core of hippogriff talon.
Broom: Scarlet Hawk
Pet: Barn owl named Caligo. She would like to have a cat, but both parents are constantly wanting word from her.
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: A
Astronomy: E
Word Verification: Spork
Writing Sample:
Martina stalked around the castle making much more noise than was wise. Though she wasn’t one to creep about like a lethifold on the hunt, the girl was not merely going for a stroll after lunch. It was the fifth in a stint of sleepless nights and she was hoping that exerting herself at three in the morning would allow her to get a few more hours of sleep before class. Originally, the jittery girl had planned to pace her in her dorm, but had been quickly chased out by irritated groans and could now be found ambling through the castle proper adorned in furry tube socks and a bathrobe over a tank top and shorts.
Despite the ruckus, if it had not been for the illuminated tip of her wand, Marty might have actually made it through her walk unopposed. It was the bobbing light that must have caught the eye of a pair of Hall Monitors who had apparently been having a chat only seconds before. It only took a, “Hey! What d’you think you-” before she was darting down the corridor, wand light bouncing erratically against the walls. As she ran, she gasped out,
“Oh no, oh no, you’re not catching me. Nox!”
Using her long legs to their fullest potential, she threw herself around a corner and dashed back to her dorm guided only by the silvery light slanting in through high windows. Her robe trailing out behind her like a banner, she tore through the school and to her safety.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Caylyn
Other characters on the board: None thus far.
Are you over 13?: Yes, indeed.
Name: Martina Sherona Douglas A.K.A. Marty
Age: 14
Year in Salem: Freshman
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: May 25, 1983 / Gemini
Blood Type/Purity: Half
Family Members:
Mother – Lydia Johansson
Father – Theodore Douglas
Step-Father – Robert Johansson
Siblings – Damiel (19), Reeve (12), and Jacob Johansson (12, step-brother).
Appearance:
- Hair Color and Style: Stubbornly straight, her dark brown hair falls to just below the small of her back. Though Marty tends to leave her hair be, she’ll sometimes make use of a headband or toss it into a haphazard ponytail.
- Eye Color: Predominantly an average brown, highlighted here and there with honey brown.
- Height and Build: Tall for her age, she is currently approximately 5’ 6”. She is willowy in build, thin and lacking very noticeable curves, a fact that will not change as she ages.
- Regular clothing style: The illogical combination of long-sleeves and skirts. Her shirts are usually a bit large for her so that the collars are always threatening to slip off one shoulder and need to be tugged back up while the sleeves reach to her knuckles, offering extra fabric to be nervously picked at. Marty’s skirts tend to be simple and stop just above the knee, often to be paired with knee high stockings or opaque hose. When it comes to shoes, Mary-Janes are common with skirts while tennis shoes join the occasional shorts and pants.
- Other characteristics: Unless too exhausted and lethally bored to bother with enthusiasm, she’s incapable of seeming indifferent, usually wearing her feelings on her face. Also, her ears sport a single piercing each, normally studs that will not get caught up in her hair.
Personality: As can probably be determined from her nickname, Marty is not overtly feminine though she does wear skirts more often than long pants. A Gemini, she is here, there, and everywhere. She is easily enthused, always into things, and enthusiastic about getting into things (i.e. books, the goings on around her, and other peoples’ business). As a result of her inquisitive, ebullient nature, Martina likes to be on the move (which is not always a good thing to be when she also likes to have her nose buried in a book). To vent excess energy, she can be downright twitchy, working off nervous energy by exercising ticks such as fiddling with her hair, chewing on her long sleeves, and popping her gum. Marty’s innate curiosity, as well as her desire to be around people, gives her much general information as well as juicy tidbits that are at risk of being blurted out in conversation. As much of a space case as she may come off as, Marty is by no means an idiot. Though she does well in her studies, she could do much better if she didn’t try to get homework over with as quickly as possible, having the potential to have gotten at least two Outstandings in her SMART. She retains information quite well and can, which aides in her breezing through work. She can also prove to be capable of practical application of knowledge in everyday life when properly motivated. With a large capacity for detailed memory, she can get downright nasty when provoked, bringing up topics sensitive to her opponent.
History: Martina was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico to become the little sister of five-year-old Damiel. To the muggles in their neighborhood, Lydia and Theo Douglas were a happy couple and probably had been during their six year marriage. It would take a wizard, who would know what to look for, to see the warning signs of a muggle woman who felt as though she had been tricked into marriage since she hadn’t been told that Theo was a wizard until after the honeymoon. Though Lydia claimed to have forgiven her husband for the deception a few months into the marriage, the issue still cropped up occasionally. Marty acquired a sister, Reeve, two years later. Damiel and Marty were both conclusively magical by then. When all three of her children were enrolled in covens Lydia eventually decided that she disliked being left out of the magical world far too much and a divorce ensued when Marty was eight. Living in a compact, yet bustling city near the state capital, she is used to being around a large number of strangers and never bothered to be shy or reserved around them. Her wake-up call was after the divorce; if she could not trust in fourteen years of marriage, surely she could not trust in strangers. Since then, she has gotten over being paranoid, but is still sensibly cautious.
After the divorce, her mother remained in New Mexico while her father moved closer to magical family members in Montana. The children split holidays (those they don’t spend at school) and summer between the two homes. Marty’s brother, Damiel, holds a strong sense of security for her, but the age difference meant that she had to spend her time in Blackbird Pond Coven without him. In his absence, she learned to both think for herself and rely on herself much more than she had in the past, also serving as sole mentor to the younger Reeve. A year before Martina herself was to move on to Salem Institute, her mother remarried and the children found themselves having to tolerate an incredibly boring man who Marty stubbornly calls Bob (though he much prefers Robert) and his snotty son, Jacob, who Marty calls much less acceptable names. Though Reeve is not quite so at odds with the new additions, Marty is intensely grateful that boarding school keeps her from them for the majority of the year, and Damiel stays neutral on the issue and goes about his own business.
Likes: Clambering about in the wilderness and new places, getting into things even when they don’t concern her, reading anything not dreadfully technical, new things, complaining about how boring people are, and cheese.
Dislikes: Having to sit still for too long, being bogged down with work, arrogance, lectures, and fish.
Best Subject: Practical Magic
Special Abilities: The ability to retain vast amounts of information and pull up the needed bit at any time.
Hopes and Dreams: To be able to determine her calling in life before she finds herself in a dead-end job instead of a lively career.
Wand: 12 ¼ inches, apple, core of hippogriff talon.
Broom: Scarlet Hawk
Pet: Barn owl named Caligo. She would like to have a cat, but both parents are constantly wanting word from her.
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: A
Astronomy: E
Word Verification: Spork
Writing Sample:
Martina stalked around the castle making much more noise than was wise. Though she wasn’t one to creep about like a lethifold on the hunt, the girl was not merely going for a stroll after lunch. It was the fifth in a stint of sleepless nights and she was hoping that exerting herself at three in the morning would allow her to get a few more hours of sleep before class. Originally, the jittery girl had planned to pace her in her dorm, but had been quickly chased out by irritated groans and could now be found ambling through the castle proper adorned in furry tube socks and a bathrobe over a tank top and shorts.
Despite the ruckus, if it had not been for the illuminated tip of her wand, Marty might have actually made it through her walk unopposed. It was the bobbing light that must have caught the eye of a pair of Hall Monitors who had apparently been having a chat only seconds before. It only took a, “Hey! What d’you think you-” before she was darting down the corridor, wand light bouncing erratically against the walls. As she ran, she gasped out,
“Oh no, oh no, you’re not catching me. Nox!”
Using her long legs to their fullest potential, she threw herself around a corner and dashed back to her dorm guided only by the silvery light slanting in through high windows. Her robe trailing out behind her like a banner, she tore through the school and to her safety.