Post by Kittie Stone on Dec 19, 2006 1:27:12 GMT -5
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Gabrielle Blagden.
Name: Corrie
Other characters on the board: N/A
Are you over 13?: Yeppers
Name: Katherine "Kittie" Stone
Age: 14
Year in Salem: freshman
Gender: Girl
Birthday/Sign: 7 January, Capricorn
Blood Type/Purity: AB+, Muggleborn
Family Members: Parents: Richard Stone, Bethany Stone (nee, Hayworth)
Siblings: Rachel (32), Courtney (29), Emma (26), Shawn (21), Lauren (20), Nicholas (17), Philip (16)
Appearance:
Kittie is a forgettable face when compared to the other girls she goes to school with. If some deity deliberately set out to make the most average looking girl possible, Kittie is probably what he or she would have come up with.
She has brown hair, but it's just that - brown. It doesn't have natural auburn highlights or blonde tips or even an exciting coloured streak, because her parents would never allow a child Kittie's age to get her hair coloured. And even if they did allow her to do it, all her older sisters (and possibly Nick as well) would complain.
Her eyes are also brown. Even hazel would be pushing it when describing Kittie's eyes, although they are deep, calming chocolatey brown, so perhaps that counts for something, so long as you're not lactose intolerant.
Kittie isn't particularly short or tall, although she is quite thin. It's more the thin that comes of having grown quickly over the previous few years, though, not any special effort on her part. She could be easily compared to a bean-pole or the handle of a muggle broomstick.
Personality:
Unless things are really dire, Kitty tries her hardest not to offend, because she usually wants to. When her thoughts are screaming bloody murder or telling her that someone really deserves a slap to wake them up, Kittie just gets more polite, because if she didn't she might give them that slap, and that would only make things better for a very short length of time before things got much, much worse.
On the other hand, Kittie can be a very thoughtful and caring person, and she will go out of her way to help others even if they hate her, or refuse to acknowledge what she's done. As a child, one of Kittie's favourite complaints was that "it isn't fair" until her grandmother told her sharply that nobody ever said life would be fair. Kittie often justifies her digressions from convention with the same phrase.
Being muggleborn, Kittie is considered unconventional, if not downright strange by many of her peers (I imagine). A lot of the time, she does things the muggle way, rather than using her magic. There are several reasons for this. One is that she has read a lot of muggle books that tell about witches or wizards who took their powers for granted and saw some very messy ends, another is that she feels slightly guilty using something like a cleaning charm when she knows her mother would have to work for hours to achieve the same result. And finally, using her hands helps Kittie think, and she likes thinking.
History:
Kittie comes from one of those small towns where everyone knows one another, everyone leaves their back doors unlocked, and everyone knows everyone else's business.
Kittie's dad is the local vet, so he knows more business than most, and most people know his business as well, since he's saved their prize-winning cow, delivered their best cattle dog, or done some other animal-related miracle, so they want to make sure he and his aren't left wanting.
When Kittie was eleven, her parents were sent a letter informing them that she should be enrolled as soon as possible in a coven school, because she was a witch.
At first, nobody believed this utter nonsense. After all, wizards and witches aren't real. Everybody had a good laugh, Kittie's dad kept repeating his joke about having to go out to see a sick dragon the next day, clinging onto it in the way that fathers do, and eventually everyone forgot about it. Until the next day when another two letters came, with the same instructions.
The days continued in the same manner, and finally Kittie's mother got sick of all the mail piling up, as well as the tall stories floating around the town about exactly where it was all coming from. She looked up one of the schools mentioned in the letter and was shocked to find it actually existed.
So, in due course, Kittie was pulled out of the local school on the pretext of having received an exclusive but surprisingly vague scholarship and was sent to the coven school.
Kittie's life in the coven school was fairly quiet. Like all schools, there were groups and cliques, but Kittie didn't really fall into any of them. Other students invariably tried to make her life hard, but Kittie's reaction of being supremely nice back to them made her an unsatisfying target.
In the year of her SMART tests, reports came to the school that the Salem Witches Institute, where Kittie was hoping to enroll the following year, had been attacked by a group styling themselves "Neo-Death Eaters". All students were required to take a note home and get it signed by their parents to show that they were aware of the attack.
Kittie considered many ways of getting her note signed without alerting her parents to the attack. Forging their signatures or pushing it under their noses while they were busy and telling them it was for something else. However, in the end she was honest and resorted to the argument that sending her to Salem where she would be surrounded by many fine witches and wizards would be far preferable to having her at home where her magic might discharge, uncontrolled, at any moment.
Likes: Animals, both magical and mundane, wide open spaces, thinking, balance, quiet,
Dislikes: thoughtlessly nasty people, showoffs,
Best Subject: Herbology, Practical Magic (at SWIM), Magizoology (at coven school)
Special Abilities: Listening
Hopes and Dreams: Kittie's hopes and dreams change from one day to the next. The only common factor is that success features dominantly in all of them.
Wand: Mahogany + Dragon Heart-string, 8 inches
Broom: n/a
Pet: n/a
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: D
Writing Sample:
Kittie startled when a hand tugged on the sleeve of her blouse. She'd been so caught up in what she was doing, she hadn't been paying attention to what her peripherals were telling her. All at once she was flooded with the sensory information from the last two minutes, and realized that the hall monitor who'd caught her had crept stealthily along a side passage right before nabbing her in the act.
Turning slowly, so that the older boy wouldn't think she was trying to get away, Kittie looked up into the dark blue eyes of the person who'd caught her. She recognized him, in the hazy way of people who share the same living space but have never been introduced, so she smiled weakly as she gestured to the butterfly clip that was not doing a very good job of holding her hair up.
"Would you believe I was practicing transfiguration?" she asked.
Gabrielle Blagden.
Name: Corrie
Other characters on the board: N/A
Are you over 13?: Yeppers
Name: Katherine "Kittie" Stone
Age: 14
Year in Salem: freshman
Gender: Girl
Birthday/Sign: 7 January, Capricorn
Blood Type/Purity: AB+, Muggleborn
Family Members: Parents: Richard Stone, Bethany Stone (nee, Hayworth)
Siblings: Rachel (32), Courtney (29), Emma (26), Shawn (21), Lauren (20), Nicholas (17), Philip (16)
Appearance:
Kittie is a forgettable face when compared to the other girls she goes to school with. If some deity deliberately set out to make the most average looking girl possible, Kittie is probably what he or she would have come up with.
She has brown hair, but it's just that - brown. It doesn't have natural auburn highlights or blonde tips or even an exciting coloured streak, because her parents would never allow a child Kittie's age to get her hair coloured. And even if they did allow her to do it, all her older sisters (and possibly Nick as well) would complain.
Her eyes are also brown. Even hazel would be pushing it when describing Kittie's eyes, although they are deep, calming chocolatey brown, so perhaps that counts for something, so long as you're not lactose intolerant.
Kittie isn't particularly short or tall, although she is quite thin. It's more the thin that comes of having grown quickly over the previous few years, though, not any special effort on her part. She could be easily compared to a bean-pole or the handle of a muggle broomstick.
Personality:
Unless things are really dire, Kitty tries her hardest not to offend, because she usually wants to. When her thoughts are screaming bloody murder or telling her that someone really deserves a slap to wake them up, Kittie just gets more polite, because if she didn't she might give them that slap, and that would only make things better for a very short length of time before things got much, much worse.
On the other hand, Kittie can be a very thoughtful and caring person, and she will go out of her way to help others even if they hate her, or refuse to acknowledge what she's done. As a child, one of Kittie's favourite complaints was that "it isn't fair" until her grandmother told her sharply that nobody ever said life would be fair. Kittie often justifies her digressions from convention with the same phrase.
Being muggleborn, Kittie is considered unconventional, if not downright strange by many of her peers (I imagine). A lot of the time, she does things the muggle way, rather than using her magic. There are several reasons for this. One is that she has read a lot of muggle books that tell about witches or wizards who took their powers for granted and saw some very messy ends, another is that she feels slightly guilty using something like a cleaning charm when she knows her mother would have to work for hours to achieve the same result. And finally, using her hands helps Kittie think, and she likes thinking.
History:
Kittie comes from one of those small towns where everyone knows one another, everyone leaves their back doors unlocked, and everyone knows everyone else's business.
Kittie's dad is the local vet, so he knows more business than most, and most people know his business as well, since he's saved their prize-winning cow, delivered their best cattle dog, or done some other animal-related miracle, so they want to make sure he and his aren't left wanting.
When Kittie was eleven, her parents were sent a letter informing them that she should be enrolled as soon as possible in a coven school, because she was a witch.
At first, nobody believed this utter nonsense. After all, wizards and witches aren't real. Everybody had a good laugh, Kittie's dad kept repeating his joke about having to go out to see a sick dragon the next day, clinging onto it in the way that fathers do, and eventually everyone forgot about it. Until the next day when another two letters came, with the same instructions.
The days continued in the same manner, and finally Kittie's mother got sick of all the mail piling up, as well as the tall stories floating around the town about exactly where it was all coming from. She looked up one of the schools mentioned in the letter and was shocked to find it actually existed.
So, in due course, Kittie was pulled out of the local school on the pretext of having received an exclusive but surprisingly vague scholarship and was sent to the coven school.
Kittie's life in the coven school was fairly quiet. Like all schools, there were groups and cliques, but Kittie didn't really fall into any of them. Other students invariably tried to make her life hard, but Kittie's reaction of being supremely nice back to them made her an unsatisfying target.
In the year of her SMART tests, reports came to the school that the Salem Witches Institute, where Kittie was hoping to enroll the following year, had been attacked by a group styling themselves "Neo-Death Eaters". All students were required to take a note home and get it signed by their parents to show that they were aware of the attack.
Kittie considered many ways of getting her note signed without alerting her parents to the attack. Forging their signatures or pushing it under their noses while they were busy and telling them it was for something else. However, in the end she was honest and resorted to the argument that sending her to Salem where she would be surrounded by many fine witches and wizards would be far preferable to having her at home where her magic might discharge, uncontrolled, at any moment.
Likes: Animals, both magical and mundane, wide open spaces, thinking, balance, quiet,
Dislikes: thoughtlessly nasty people, showoffs,
Best Subject: Herbology, Practical Magic (at SWIM), Magizoology (at coven school)
Special Abilities: Listening
Hopes and Dreams: Kittie's hopes and dreams change from one day to the next. The only common factor is that success features dominantly in all of them.
Wand: Mahogany + Dragon Heart-string, 8 inches
Broom: n/a
Pet: n/a
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: D
Writing Sample:
Kittie startled when a hand tugged on the sleeve of her blouse. She'd been so caught up in what she was doing, she hadn't been paying attention to what her peripherals were telling her. All at once she was flooded with the sensory information from the last two minutes, and realized that the hall monitor who'd caught her had crept stealthily along a side passage right before nabbing her in the act.
Turning slowly, so that the older boy wouldn't think she was trying to get away, Kittie looked up into the dark blue eyes of the person who'd caught her. She recognized him, in the hazy way of people who share the same living space but have never been introduced, so she smiled weakly as she gestured to the butterfly clip that was not doing a very good job of holding her hair up.
"Would you believe I was practicing transfiguration?" she asked.