Phoebe Wentz

[nix]

[glow=000000,2,0]i wanna know what it’d be like
to find perfection in my pride[/glow]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Izzy
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: @izzy_1203
Years of RPG Experience: Seven
Other: I love you.

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? I followed you.
What about ISS inspired you to join? Izzy. ISS. The I’s have it.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Host casual Friday’s.

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Phoebe “Phoenix” Wentz
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Hayley Williams

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: I guess I should start with my hair. That’s what people usually ask about the most. To begin, I’m a natural blonde – just want to clear that up, since no one ever really believes me. I first dyed my hair red when I was eleven – just before I went to Hogwarts, actually. I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I don’t remember. But the color has always sort of stuck with me; I think it’s more defining of my personality than being a blonde is. There’s quite a different stigma about redheads than there is blondes, let me just say that. Since that first time it’s been nearly every shade of red possible. I’ve bleached my hair back to blonde before, too. As for what I do with my hair, that would be a lot: sometimes I wear it straight down, other times I curl it, I even had these crazy crested bangs one time. Most of the time I just put it into a bun, or ponytail. Now that we got that out of the way, mmm…my eyes are green? Sorry, let me rephrase: my eyes are green. That wasn’t meant to be a question. Although occasionally they’re lighter than other times, so I suppose you could say I’m more of a hazel kind of girl. It really depends on my hair color that day (I change it a lot); you know, different colors make different elements “pop!” and everything. I wasn’t blessed with 20-20 vision, so I have glasses; most of the time I just wear contacts, though. Being honest I don’t really have that girly of a face, in my opinion at least. Topher’s usually nice about telling me how pretty I look when I get too down about it – oh, Toph is one of my brothers, but I’ll get to that later. Anyway, yeah – I guess I have…square-ishly oval shaped face? Is that a normal description? Nothing phenomenal. Thankfully I usually don’t have that bad of acne or anything; magic is good for that sort of thing when it happens at any rate. I have fairly thin lips, but it’s never bothered me. Nothing a bit of sharp, red lipstick can’t fix. Sometimes I wear a lot of makeup, and other times I wear none at all. Depends on how lazy I’m feeling that morning; and how much time I have. Oh, and I have big teeth. Not proud of it, but I’m just saying. My front two teeth are spaced a little awkwardly, but it’s whatever. No one really ever notices. They’re almost always too distracted by my hair.
Physique: If there’s one thing I’m happy my parents taught me, it’s to never give in to what’s “in” or “hip” or whatever else. I guess I’ve just never had that big of an issue with self esteem. I was born with the body my mother and father gave me and that’s that. I work with what I’ve got. If I really worried about how I looked, I would never have time for anything else. Trends change all the time. Doesn’t mean you have to change with them. You see, I don’t have that hourglass figure. Anyone can see that just by looking at me. Compared to what they could be, my hips aren’t too big – not complaining on that one – and I don’t have huge breasts (fine by me, ladies with huge chests just look uncomfortable most of the time). I can’t really say I’m not girly, though. I clean up nice at least. Even if I don’t show it off a whole lot. Growing up in a house full of boys didn’t really give me many opportunities to dress up as a kid. My mom’s something of a fashion diva, thankfully, so she was the one who taught me how to put makeup and all that. I’d just rather be in something comfortable than not. I even like those Hogwarts robes. They aren’t to flattering on anyone’s figure, I don’t care who you are, but they’re roomy and soft. Um…I’m small, only 5’2”. It’s never really bothered me; not too much. It can be sort of annoying when you can’t reach something in the top shelf. But, it can also be very handy. For instance, I’m piggybacked sized and portable. Don’t let fool you, though. I’ve got a lot of fight in this little body. I don’t know how much I weigh, I never really check. As long as I fit into the clothes I like I don’t really care what the scale says. That’s probably just another side effect of growing up with all boys. It’s not like they were ever calorie conscious. If anything, they only cared about eating as many of them as possible. Fine by me. Anyway, I don’t considered myself fat by any means and even if I did, I wouldn’t be telling you about it. That’s a need to know bases and you are definitely not on the need to know side of things.

Wand Type: 10” Willow, unicorn tail core
Wand Expertise: Charms
Patronus: Ocelet Cub
Boggart: Boggarts, so it will shift rapidly into many different things

Personality: Geez, I’ve never been asked to talk about myself for so long before. I guess that’s a good place to start. I’m not too egotistical? At least, I don’t think I am. Being a foster kid and all, you learn pretty fast that the world doesn’t revolve around you no matter how badly you might like it to. Life goes on no matter what and it’s your job to keep up with it. I guess for that reason you could say I’m more concerned about others than I am about myself. Most of the time. I mean let’s face it, everyone has their me-me-me moments. I like to keep my karma in check – yeah, I believe in that sort of thing. What comes around goes around. Anyway, I could have been like…thrown to the streets as a baby, but I wasn’t. I got a good home. Out of everything that could have happened to me, I think I got a pretty good deal. So I try to repay the big guy much as I can. I don’t know if I really believe in God per se, but I think someone or thing is up there somewhere. Who else could be responsible for when you just had something, lose it, look right where you know you had it, can’t find it, and then come back a day later and it’s laying right there in front of your face? Between me and you I think someone gets bored a lot of the time. So, even though he/she takes my socks occasionally, I still try to be nice as much as I can. There’s no point in being pissy all the time. What an awful life that would be. Could you imagine, just being angry at everything all the time? “I can’t believe the sun is shining again! How upsetting!!!” Seriously, who does that? Smiles don’t kill people. Really.

That being said, I’m not saying I’m this perfect little redheaded angel. I’ve been known to have my moments. I remember this one time, it was when we were younger, but Reggie and I were playing in my room. We had some stuffed animals – girly, I know, but stuffed animals are cheap compared to the dolls and stuff, and I never really liked dolls anyway. But I had to leave my room for a second, I think I just went to get a cup of water or something, but when I came back Reggie had pulled out a can of Play-doh. Which would have been alright. Except he was rubbing it into the lion’s mane. He claims he was trying to make it look better by adding color to its hair, but I was so upset that I grabbed one of my blocks and through it at him. He threw up his arms and it hit him right on the inside of his elbow. Left a scar. I still feel bad. It’s kind of become a running joke in the family, though. You know, “don’t go all block-crazy on me now.” Of course I got in trouble, and it wasn’t like my lion was permanently damaged. I was little, sure, but I still get super angry sometimes. I guess that’s the only time I’m ever angry. It takes a lot to get me going. I’d like to think I’m a fairly laidback girl. So when I am upset, I mean, everyone basically knows it. Sort of an open book that way, I am. That’s possibly one of the biggest downsides to my family situation. Being the only girl – aside from my mom – well, I was babied a lot. Culture demands that boys never show a hint of emotion, but since I’m a girl I was always allowed to cry and whatnot. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m spoiled…(well, maybe I am)…but at least I’m polite about it. Could be worse.

So, something everyone’s always too curious about is what’s up in the love life, right? You aren’t really on the need to know list for this either but I’m getting the signal I’d better stop blabbing and just get on with it. Well. Like I said, I’m not too girly and I don’t have the model-esk figure. But that doesn’t really seem to present much of an issue when it comes to the boys. Most of them like that I’m not scared to break a nail. Or you know, go cliff diving or something. On the extreme end of things. I am sixteen now, so you know, it’s socially acceptable to date. To be perfectly honest I’m not really looking for a boyfriend, though. If it happens, it happens. Relationships can’t be forced. That’s why guys always complain about how their girls keep saying they need to change. Why the heck are they still together if they just want to change each other? Don’t get me wrong, I strongly believe there are some people out there that can really bring out the best in others. Like…well, look at me and Lewis (my birth father). Now, apart, okay, we aren’t anything too special. But I’d like to think he’s taught me a lot of good things. And even if he isn’t the dad I grew up with, well, when we’re together he does try and be a good parent. Maybe he’s just trying to make up for the fact that he wasn’t able to raise me himself, I don’t know. I just know him as being a good person and it really shines when I’m with him. He’s a good guy. Even if he doesn’t think so. But I’ve been told I’m too forgiving, so who knows? Maybe that’s just me being too forgiving again. Gosh, I’ve gotten way off base here. Relationships! They can’t be fabricated. You can only build them and hope they’re strong enough to face both the good and the bad times. And for all you nosy sicko’s out there, no, I haven’t lost my V-card. I’ve never met anyone I’d be willing to give it to.

Other things I could tell you…I like animals? I guess I should clarify. I like dogs, specifically, but I’ve also always had a great fascination for sea life. Not oysters and lame stuff like that, but like…different types of whales; the big mammals. Obviously since I can’t keep a whale in my backyard, we’ve got a dog. Her name is Minti, because we all agreed the coloring was like one of those little chocolate mints. She was a rescue dog. I volunteer at the animal shelter when I’m at home. It was actually something that was kind of forced on me, but I liked going so it wasn’t like, a bad force, ha. Me and my brothers would work there cleaning cages and stuff during the summer. It was my mom’s idea. She thought it would be good for us. She’s been a good influence that way. Ava got me into singing, too. That’s more just a fun hobby though, I wouldn’t ever strive for that professionally. Other stuff…I kind of really like fire spells. Call it a specialty of mine. I can make little fire dragons. It’s actually one thing I pride myself on, ha. I’ve never met anyone else who can do that. I don’t know if that means I’m messed up or cool than everyone else. (Kidding.) Something less intimidating…I really love completing puzzles. That’s actually really reflective of me, I think. I’ve got a lot of patience, and I’m an especially good problem solver. I’m also no scared to try new things, like you sometimes have to try fitting a single piece of a puzzle to every other piece until you get the correct match on the last try. And then sometimes I sort of feel like that one puzzle piece that’s been misplaced or something, or been put in the wrong box. And you just keep trying to make it fit with something but it won’t, no matter what you do. I’m that piece. Society’s the puzzle. It’s alright though, because if I don’t always fit there, I’ll always fit with my family.

Likes:
+ Blankets
+ Accessories
+ Potions
+ Outdoors
+ Water
+ Adventure
+ Books
+ Learning
+ Peaches
+ Color
Dislikes:
– Worms
– Sneezing
– Uncertainty
– Liars
– Silence
– Play-doh
– Divination
– Solitude
– Boggarts
– Mushrooms

History:

Birth Father:
Lewis Wentz | February 21st, 1942 | 35

Birth Mother:
Melissa Wentz | September 14th, 1943 | 34

Foster Father:
Coby Medlin | March 30th, 1939 | 38

Foster Mother:
Ava Medlin | January 1st, 1939 | 39

Foster Brothers:
Kirk Kivell | November 2nd, 1955 | 22
Eric Fox | June 12th, 1956 | 21
Topher Brink | October 3rd, 1958 | 19
Reggie Brink | October 3rd, 1958 | 19

Self:
Phoebe Wentz | July 5th, 1961 | 16

You want my history? What if I told you I didn’t have one? Ha! I mean, I have one but it’s a little bit scattered. You’ll just have to go with me for a second here. Let me tell you about Melissa – my mom, but I’ve always called her Melissa. She’s a really sweet lady. Sometimes I wonder what life might have been like if I’d grown up with her, you know, have her be the person that taught me how to walk and talk, the one who made me get grade pictures and things like that. Just because I don’t have those memories with her doesn’t make me…angry or anything like that. She’s really nice, like I said. I actually respect her decision. I mean, if she didn’t want a kid she shouldn’t have been having the sex, you know? But I can’t get mad at her for being a teenager, I guess. Now I’m getting ahead of myself. There’s Lewis, too. I call him Lew most of the time. He’s the one that got the “fun parent” title. He’s the one that would take me out for ice cream, and sometimes we would go into town and he would let me play in the city fountains. We got in trouble a few times for that, but I’ve always liked fountains because of it. Water in general, really. And I also like tossing coins into fountains. I think wishes really do come true from those sometimes. Lew’s the one that taught me to always toss my Knuts on the ground when I get change back (after you get out of the store, of course). You have to toss them and hope they land with the imprint side up, otherwise it isn’t real luck if you just place them right side up. He always believed in giving other people luck rather than keeping a few coins to yourself. So, between Lew and Melissa, I think I got some alright genes/traits. Melissa was only 18 when she and Lew did the dirty. That’s why they decided to give me up for adoption.

I didn’t actually meet my parents until I was about six years old. They visited as much as they could, so I’m told, but I don’t remember. You see, my not-birth-but-real parents are Coby and Ava. That’s who I grew up with. Ava was a foster kid like me, which is why she’s taken in so many kids over the years. Ava never met her parents. She decided to become a foster mother because of it. That’s how she met Coby. When she first started talking with agencies and things like that, Coby worked for one. He’s a Muggle. (Huge side note here: while Lew’s great and all, Coby’s the one who really taught me the important things that a dad should. He taught me that you have to like everyone, and you have to respect everyone’s opinion even if you don’t agree with it. He also taught me to never trust any other boy but himself and my brothers.) Back to the story! Ava’s a witch. (Another side note: Ava’s wonderful. I don’t know how else to describe her. She cooks great, loves to clean, likes to talk. She isn’t very good about sewing and stuff, though. She uses magic for that.) Back to the story again. He, Toby, found out about Ava being a witch before they got married. Ava’s one of the most honest people I know. Alright, but with all of that said, let me explain how this all worked. Ava’s an adopted kid, but being a witch that caused her a lot of…issues growing up. It’s kind of complicated. So when she got this idea for being a host of a foster family, she wanted it to be for witches and wizards. Pretty neat, huh? It took years for them to finally get everything settled. This is where I live, though that isn’t the first house they were in. I was the last one to be adopted, but I’ll get to that.

They had a smaller house when they got their first kid, Kirk. He was five then. Super rambunctious. He’s always been the kind of rough-n-tumble guy. Way protective. It was difficult with him. He’d already shown magical abilities, which is why he’d been at the adoption agency. They picked him up off the streets, and that’s how Coby and Melissa got him. He’s 22 now, and doesn’t actually live at home anymore. He works for the Ministry. He’s on the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. I know, right? He gets to go and fix all the screw-ups’ messes. He’s even told me sometimes he has to bring people back, when they’re way out of hand. There’s like this whole committee for it. Okay, so yeah, that’s Kirk. Then there’s Eric. He was given up at birth like me, but his parents never visit. We talk about it sometimes. He looks super tough but he’s just a big sweetheart. He’s 21, but he was adopted at age four – just a year after they had gotten Kirk. They thought maybe if Kirk had someone to play with, he might feel more comfortable with the change of a new home and all. The good thing is that it worked. Kirk and Eric have always been close. Eric’s moved out too; lives with his girlfriend. He’s been shadowing a children’s therapist, which I think will be the perfect job for him. Then, you’ve got the fraternal twins, Topher and Reggie. They were adopted at age three. Their mom died from illness, and they had an absent father. They don’t look similar but these two are almost as inseparable as Kirk and Eric. They just graduated Hogwarts last year, pleased to say coming from Gryffindor. (Kirk was in Ravenclaw, and Eric in Hufflepuff.) Toph and Reg are still kind of figuring out what they want to do. Spies seems to be a popular career floating around, ha.

Okay, now we’ve got that all out there. I guess that was longer than a second, huh? Oh well. We’ve reached me, where I come into the picture. Kirk was seven, Eric was six, twins were four, and then there was me, baby Phoebe. That’s the name Melissa gave me and it’s a name I’ll always keep, but she’s the only one that really ever calls me that. Lew does sometimes. But, as for everyone else, including Mom and Dad – Ava and Coby, to be clarified – they call me Nix. My brothers kind of picked the name for me. It came from me having red hair. You know, like a phoenix? Except saying Phoenix all the time is almost as big a mouthful as saying Phoebe, so that’s why they call me Nix. Friends at school call me Nix, teachers call me Nix (or Miss Wentz) – unless I’m in trouble, then they release the full name. Oh, I guess I didn’t say, both my birth parents, they were a wizard and witch. That’s how I ended up at Hogwarts. My first year was the best one. All my siblings were there. I quickly got the rep of being the boys’ kid sister, once they found out we were related, anyway. We all kept our original last names. Kirk’s last year was my first, Eric was a Sixth, and then Toph and Reg were both Fourth Years. I have to say, that while my family is close, I definitely think my niche is with the twins. We had four years together at Hogwarts, which is more than I had with my other brothers. Fifth Year will be my first year without any of them here at Hogwarts with me. It’s kind of sad, but that’s alright. It’s not like they’re gone forever, I’m just the only one away from home during the school year now. Which, brings us to the present. I told you my sixteen years of life were a bit complicated.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Izzy, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Lily Evans]

Awwe I love you too 8'D

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