WOOD, anastasia rose

[anastasia rose wood]

ANASTASIA ROSE WOOD

♦ the character
"but i am the chosen one"

NAME: anastasia rose wood
GENDER: female
AGE: sixteen
BIRTHDAY: march 29th
BLOODLINE: half-blood
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
NATIONALITY: british/scottish
HOUSE: gryffindor
WAND: mahogany, phoenix feather 10 1/2 inches
BROOM: firebolt 3000
PETS: peregrine falcon, artemis

♦ appearance
"technically it's a ferret"

EYE COLOUR: dark brown
HAIR COLOUR: dark brown
HEIGHT: five feet seven inches
WEIGHT: one hundred twenty-nine pounds
MARKS: gash on her left temple from childhood
CLOTHING STYLE:

Girly and frilly clothes are not the type that Anya tends to favour, wearing many shades of green, red and blue to compliment her skin tone. To her mother's dismay, she prefers jeans and form fitting tank tops that show off her slender curves in comparrison to skirts and dresses and lace. She's not one to get down in the mud or something, but playing Quidditch with her father and older brother tends to bring out a slightly tom-boyish side in Anya, who loves being outdoors for everything and anything.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Standing tall like her father at five feet seven inches, Anya actually considers herself to be an average looking young woman. She's not really all that vain, unless she can mask it well for certain events, and seems to favour her mother's side for her fair complexion and long, slender frame. From Oliver, she inherited his athletic build, allowing her to have a fair amount of muscle tone, as well as his dark eyes. Her hair, a gift from her mother, tends to fall in loose curls that look more like waves, unless she takes the straightening iron to it, in which case it frames her rounded face nicely.

FACE CLAIM: demi lovato

♦ personality
"the emotional range of a teaspoon"

LIKES:
sunsets
roses
chocolate
defence against the dark arts
music
singing
playing quidditch
hanging with her dad
being a lion
swimming
flying
charms
transfiguration
boys

DISLIKES:
liars
slytherins
cheaters
losing
potions
divination
aritmancy
playing nice with people she hates
the colour pink
rap
screamo
catching a cold
having snow in her boots

STRENGTHS:
playing quidditch
speaking her mind
keeping her grades up
writing music
singing
wearing masks
causing mischief

WEAKNESSES:
accepting defeat
keeping her head out of the clouds
remaining on the ground
chocolate
boys
boys who can play music or sing

SECRETS:
she hates living in her father's shadow
she wants to sing more than play quidditch
once crushed on a slytherin and had her heart broken

MIRROR OF ERISED: A dark stage, a single spotlight shining from the roof, and her, standing alone in the middle of that stage with a microphone in hand as people cheer wildly from the audience below, screaming her name.
AMORENTIA: roses, jasmine, cinnamon, the ocean, morning air, dew, cotton, the rain.
BOGGART: Disappointing her father by wanting to sing and not play Quidditch as he once did.
DEMENTOR: When Anya was eight, she and her brother were outside the house, exploring the fields and the areas around the house they had never thought to explore before. As it grew dark, they decided to look around the creepier part of the forest, and there, Anya found a trap that had been laid out by a muggle hunter for a deer. Before she could react, she heard it snap and felt this sheering pain shoot up her right leg, letting her know that she had been caught inside of it. While her brother ran for help, Anya was forced to sit there in the forest on her own, creating in her a fear of being alone.
PERSONALITY:
loyal
When someone attacks a friends of hers, they had best be able to run quickly in the other direction. She wasn't put in Gryffindor for nothing. Once you've proven yourself to be a loyal companion and someone who can keep a secret, you have only one shot with this girl. Betrayal is not an option, because she thinks that trust must be earned and not freely given.

stubborn
Once Anya has set her mind to something, it becomes rather difficult to change it back. She's a firm believer in taking fate into your own hands, and often times as a child would get into trouble for refusing to budge from her opinion, or by putting herself in harms way for another person. However, in order to spare her from doing something stupid, one would have to kidnap her and hope that they can hold this girl prisoner.

romantic
A bit of a dreamer, one of Anya's grestest hopes is to find the guy of her dreams. She doesn't know where to look, or even who to expect, but she knows that he will be a sweet and caring guy with the same passion for music that she has. Looks were never important to her, but since she grew up reading some of those muggle fairytales, she has this strange notion that she'll know her true love when she sees him for the very first time.

competitive
She's not Oliver Wood's daughter for nothing! When it comes to the Quidditch Pitch, Anya can be quite the aggressive player, often times putting at least one member of the opposing team in the hospital with her violent nature. Sure, she doesn't mean to hurt anyone, but if she wants that Quaffle, pity those who get in her way. The only team she has a problem of losing to, like any Gryffindor, is Slytherin.

♦ history
"the past cannot be undone"

MOTHER: alicia (spinnet) wood
FATHER: oliver wood
SIBLINGS: one older brother. seventeen. gryffindor
OTHERS: none
HISTORY: Born on a rather snowy day in March, Anastasia Rose Wood became the second of two children and the only girl born to her parents, Oliver and Alicia Wood. With an older son born the year before already, the two figured their family to be complete, with one child of each sex and two parents who were more than willing to share their lives with them. She grew up in a loving and accepting environment, where she was encouraged to try new things and discover her own way in life. However, with both parents having played Quidditch in the past, it seemed almost fate that Oliver would impress the game on both of his children, training them to ride a broomstick almost literally from the time they could walk. Though she grew to love the game dearly, Anya found that it wasn't her calling as she once thought it was.

When she reached the age of eleven, like all young witches and wizards, she was invited to attend Hogwarts, which made her so excited that she literally did not sleep the night before the train ride. Her older brother, of course, having gone the year before, was not quite as enthusiastic as his little sister, and grumbled the entire way there about having been kept up all night. However, both fell into the step of the way things worked at the castle, loving school life more than she ever had when she had been forced to go to muggle school for a few years. She loved the adventures that always seemed to lurk in the corners and shadows, as well as the places she could go to escape the chaos. But it was here that she discovered her love of music, having heard another student singing outside when they thought no one else was around.

♦ the roleplayer
"not a baboon brandishing a stick"

ALIAS: destiny
GENDER: female
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
EXPERIENCE: almost 4 years
CODEWORD: &&admin_edit
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

things change, whether we like it or not

'Damn!'

Leave it to Maxine to get stuck outside in the rain, when it was pouring down with so much force that it threatened to knock her unconscious. The one day that she had left something at the office, the rain had started to come down in buckets, soaking her clean through within a matter of moments. Her once white shirt now clung to her body, completely see through were it not for the jacket she wore over her body, tightly pulled together at the front. There was no umbrella at all in her hand, for her hands were otherwise occupied with keeping herself covered from the eyes of anyone she passed on the streets.

Hurrying her away along, she stepped into a puddle, stopping for a moment to shake the extra water from her foot before her pace continued, running slightly awkwardly down the deserted road. As far as she could see, which was only about five feet in front of her, there was no one else around on that stormy night, and it was probably for the best. Even Max wouldn't have been there, had it not been for the Muggles she had seen coming out of a restaurant a few blocks back. Were it not for them, she would have Apparated home to her nice, warm, dry appartment without having spent too much time in the rain.

As it was, she would probably catch a cold now.

Max could feel the drops rolling down her skin, each one leaving a distinct chill that ran up and down her spine. Every strand of hair was stuck flat against her face without the usual curl that it held. Even now, she could feel her pant legs begin to stick to her skin, clinging as though they may perish without being so close to her. It was a foolish thought, especially from someone who's main concern should be getting home and out of the rain, but that was the way it was beginning to feel to her.

And of course, as she looked both ways to cross the street at the stoplight, there was the sudden sound of a honking horn in her ear, blasting so shrilly that Max jumped back a good four feet as the car zoomed by. The speed at which it passed caused the puddle that she stood in to come up and soak her some more, hitting her entire body with such a violent chill that she fell back into the puddle, palms slightly scratched from the gravel beneath her.

"This is not my day," she mumbled, sitting in the puddle for a second.

A soft sigh escaped from her lips as she looked down at the knee of her pants with her dark brown eyes, seeing the pool of scarlet that had begun to infect the material that was once tan. Grimacing slightly, she tried to pick herself up, finding that the knock to her knee had caused enough pain to make it rather difficult to move. She tried again, making it to the other knee before she fell back again in pain, cursing under her breath. At that moment, she would have chosen to be almost anywhere rather than where she was.

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