Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 5:32:00 GMT -5
***ADMIN: PLEASE SORT GEORGIA FIRST. OUR APPS GO TOGETHER.***
(Like rama lama lama, ka ding di ding di dong.)
(Like rama lama lama, ka ding di ding di dong.)
eugena audrey macdermott
CANON OR ORIGINAL:
original
AGE:
fifteen
FACE CLAIM:
barbara palvin
YEAR:
fifth
HOUSE:
gryffindor
BLOOD TYPE:
halfblood
WAND TYPE:
eleven inches,
birch wood,
phoenix feather
PETS:
none currently
ABILITIES:
twin telepathy
freestyle
“Bev is making something, Genie. Come find out what?”
Much like her way of life, Genie was upside down. She had draped herself over the foot of her bed, and held her trusty camera, Old Bess, in her dry, cracked hands. Anywhere she went, Old Bess went with her. By now it was a bit banged up, and had gone through more than a couple of repairs. She’d had it for her entire adolescence, and insisted having it with her at all times, even in the most awkward of situations. But to her, there were no awkward situations. She wasn’t about social appropriateness; she lived by her own rules, she was backwards and upside down all at the same time.
Genie loves anything cliché, gaudy, and out of control. Much like her sister, her words sometimes go over people’s heads. However, that isn’t due to her intelligence (or lack thereof). Instead, it’s because she speaks quickly, and sometimes her thoughts jumble, and come out of her mouth in the wrong order. When words aren’t tumbling out of her mouth, she’s filling it with candy. Any candy she can get her hands on; she isn’t picky.
During her free time, Genie works on her art. Besides photography, she likes to do slam poetry and sculpting. Her slam poetry is mostly for her own amusement; she has trouble doing it with a straight face. Genie likes to see what crap she can get away with saying, with people still clicking their fingers and watching her in awe, as if she’s totally deep. It especially annoys her mother, which she loves. Her sculpting is all done with whatever junk she can find on the street. Her mother is the real sculptor of the house; Genie really only likes to do it in random spurs of inspiration. Other times, she finds her inspiration on a broom. She absolutely hates quidditch but she relates to why the players love to fly so much. True to her house, she can be daring. She finds herself constantly zooming around on her broom with her camera. Every now and then she’ll pull out the acoustic guitar from the back of her closet and pluck a few chords, mostly whenever she needs to mellow out. But she’s not the musical one in the family. Not even close, that title belonged to her sister.
As for company, she doesn’t mind boys. They’re good for digging around in the dirt and pranking teachers with, but it’s girls who are the superior gender. Only recently has Genie begun to notice traits about her girl classmates that she hasn’t noticed before, but she hasn’t told anyone about it. Not even her best friend and twin sister, Georgie. Besides that, she shares everything with Georgie, even though most of the time her sister will roll her eyes. She does her best to include her twin in her activities, and is often trying to drag her out to a party.
That’s what her favorite thing to do is. Even at school, all she’s worried about is having a good time. Thanks to that, her grades are lacking. She was voted Most Likely to Blow Up Their Cauldron in her class, but that doesn’t faze her. Genie doesn’t really have any sort of attachment to her education - she doesn’t see it as at all relatable to her future… Although she’s still not exactly sure what that is. She hasn’t really thought much about it.
She stood up onto her bed, and bounced up and down, flicking through her photos. “Yeah, a minute!” she called in response to her sister. She would never miss a meal by Beverley. Whenever she was at Hogwarts, she craved it. Even the house elves’ cooking couldn’t hold a candle to Bev’s magic touch.
Genie returned the camera to around her neck, and flung open her door, banging it against the wall. “Ta da!” she greeted Georgie, throwing her arms up. The girls rushed down the stairs, not wanting to miss one bite of the delicious food waiting for them. Genie took her usual seat at the table, at the head and across from her sister. Next to her was Adam Finch, the man forever in love with the twins’ mother. He was quite pleasant to talk to, but a bit bland for her taste. He was the only tenant in the MacDermott Boarding House that Genie didn’t quite get along with.
When her mother started the boarding house, it had been just a plain abandoned plantation. With her artistic touch, she’d been able to make it the successful business it was today. But to the MacDermott’s, it wasn’t a business. It was a home, and the tenants living there were their family. Genie looked over at Beverly, stirring away at the stove. She was like a grandma to Genie, always taking good care of her sweet tooth. Down by Georgie was the crazy, retired professor. He was an interesting chap to chat with. He always had some silly lecture or story to go on about.
All of the people in the house contributed to Genie’s outlook on life. (Except those new newly weds. They were new.) Whenever she was home from school, she loved to photograph the tenants. But her favorite subject was her mother, Miss Dega Philomena MacDermott. If she wasn’t their mother, she would be Genie and Georgie’s second sister. If that made any sense. She was always open with them, and spoke to them without any boundaries. She was Genie’s number one supporter, and had been the one to buy her her first camera.
Another influential person in her life was her dad, although she had never met him. While her twin was clever, Genie was a fantasizer. She was very gullible, and very trustworthy. She believed any fake cover up story her mother threw their way. She had an urge to meet her father, but having never done so before, she knew she would continue living on fine without him.
She caught her sister’s eye from across the table. Despite their monumental differences, when it came to just the two of them, they were always on the same page. One might think they could read each others’ mind. Genie gave her a mischievous smirk reserved just for her twin, knew they were both thinking about how lucky they were to have such a good life.
Much like her way of life, Genie was upside down. She had draped herself over the foot of her bed, and held her trusty camera, Old Bess, in her dry, cracked hands. Anywhere she went, Old Bess went with her. By now it was a bit banged up, and had gone through more than a couple of repairs. She’d had it for her entire adolescence, and insisted having it with her at all times, even in the most awkward of situations. But to her, there were no awkward situations. She wasn’t about social appropriateness; she lived by her own rules, she was backwards and upside down all at the same time.
Genie loves anything cliché, gaudy, and out of control. Much like her sister, her words sometimes go over people’s heads. However, that isn’t due to her intelligence (or lack thereof). Instead, it’s because she speaks quickly, and sometimes her thoughts jumble, and come out of her mouth in the wrong order. When words aren’t tumbling out of her mouth, she’s filling it with candy. Any candy she can get her hands on; she isn’t picky.
During her free time, Genie works on her art. Besides photography, she likes to do slam poetry and sculpting. Her slam poetry is mostly for her own amusement; she has trouble doing it with a straight face. Genie likes to see what crap she can get away with saying, with people still clicking their fingers and watching her in awe, as if she’s totally deep. It especially annoys her mother, which she loves. Her sculpting is all done with whatever junk she can find on the street. Her mother is the real sculptor of the house; Genie really only likes to do it in random spurs of inspiration. Other times, she finds her inspiration on a broom. She absolutely hates quidditch but she relates to why the players love to fly so much. True to her house, she can be daring. She finds herself constantly zooming around on her broom with her camera. Every now and then she’ll pull out the acoustic guitar from the back of her closet and pluck a few chords, mostly whenever she needs to mellow out. But she’s not the musical one in the family. Not even close, that title belonged to her sister.
As for company, she doesn’t mind boys. They’re good for digging around in the dirt and pranking teachers with, but it’s girls who are the superior gender. Only recently has Genie begun to notice traits about her girl classmates that she hasn’t noticed before, but she hasn’t told anyone about it. Not even her best friend and twin sister, Georgie. Besides that, she shares everything with Georgie, even though most of the time her sister will roll her eyes. She does her best to include her twin in her activities, and is often trying to drag her out to a party.
That’s what her favorite thing to do is. Even at school, all she’s worried about is having a good time. Thanks to that, her grades are lacking. She was voted Most Likely to Blow Up Their Cauldron in her class, but that doesn’t faze her. Genie doesn’t really have any sort of attachment to her education - she doesn’t see it as at all relatable to her future… Although she’s still not exactly sure what that is. She hasn’t really thought much about it.
She stood up onto her bed, and bounced up and down, flicking through her photos. “Yeah, a minute!” she called in response to her sister. She would never miss a meal by Beverley. Whenever she was at Hogwarts, she craved it. Even the house elves’ cooking couldn’t hold a candle to Bev’s magic touch.
Genie returned the camera to around her neck, and flung open her door, banging it against the wall. “Ta da!” she greeted Georgie, throwing her arms up. The girls rushed down the stairs, not wanting to miss one bite of the delicious food waiting for them. Genie took her usual seat at the table, at the head and across from her sister. Next to her was Adam Finch, the man forever in love with the twins’ mother. He was quite pleasant to talk to, but a bit bland for her taste. He was the only tenant in the MacDermott Boarding House that Genie didn’t quite get along with.
When her mother started the boarding house, it had been just a plain abandoned plantation. With her artistic touch, she’d been able to make it the successful business it was today. But to the MacDermott’s, it wasn’t a business. It was a home, and the tenants living there were their family. Genie looked over at Beverly, stirring away at the stove. She was like a grandma to Genie, always taking good care of her sweet tooth. Down by Georgie was the crazy, retired professor. He was an interesting chap to chat with. He always had some silly lecture or story to go on about.
All of the people in the house contributed to Genie’s outlook on life. (Except those new newly weds. They were new.) Whenever she was home from school, she loved to photograph the tenants. But her favorite subject was her mother, Miss Dega Philomena MacDermott. If she wasn’t their mother, she would be Genie and Georgie’s second sister. If that made any sense. She was always open with them, and spoke to them without any boundaries. She was Genie’s number one supporter, and had been the one to buy her her first camera.
Another influential person in her life was her dad, although she had never met him. While her twin was clever, Genie was a fantasizer. She was very gullible, and very trustworthy. She believed any fake cover up story her mother threw their way. She had an urge to meet her father, but having never done so before, she knew she would continue living on fine without him.
She caught her sister’s eye from across the table. Despite their monumental differences, when it came to just the two of them, they were always on the same page. One might think they could read each others’ mind. Genie gave her a mischievous smirk reserved just for her twin, knew they were both thinking about how lucky they were to have such a good life.
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