Daisy Hookum

[daisy]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Kel
Preferred Pronouns: female
Age: old? Getting there
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: you have it, although I’d like to try and not talk about rping there as it is for my rl friends and family and….rping isn’t something they know I do haha.
Years of RPG Experience: Way too much at this point
Other: TEDDY

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

How did you find us? Google
What about ISS inspired you to join? It was just starting out and I wanted to play a canon on a promising site
Do you have any suggestions for us? Nope

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

Name: Daisy Hookum
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Year: 5th
Face Claim: Emily Browning

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: My face is round and oval, full and delicate. I used to think that I had a chubby face and I would suck my cheeks in as much as I could all day long as “cheek exercises.” Soon I learned to embrace the shape and now I laugh it off whenever someone in my family reminds me that as a baby I was the chubbiest child they had ever laid their eyes on. My lips are pink and very large, and I have small, oval eyes in an amber tone. I have had my hair short before but I decided that it is much more flattering to have long hair, and so I alternate between my natural brown and a very light blonde. My nose is small and fairylike, and while my ears stick out a bit I can easily cover them up with a little sculpting of my hair.

Physique: I’m a very slim girl without much of a physique to describe. I have thin arms and thin legs, although my face in contrast is much more round and full. I am extremely fair skinned to the point of excessive and I am on occasion teased for my ghost-like appearance. I’m not very tall, I am only five foot three to be exact. I have short nails all the time because as soon as they began to peak over the edge of my finger something happens and they break off jaggedly. I like to wear things in my hair, especially scarfs, but my clothes are simple. My family can’t afford to buy me extravagant clothing but I don’t believe I would like it anyway. I like simple pastel, solid colors and perhaps a necklace or bracelet to compliment it. Personally I don’t find my shape and figure to be at all appealing, and often stand in front of the mirror reflecting on what on earth I could do to improve on it. I have three small moles on the inside of my arm that look like connect-the-dots of some sort of constellation.

Wand Type: Cedar wood, 10 inches, rigid
Wand Expertise: Fair
Patronus: Red Robin Bird
Boggart: Goblin

Personality: I suppose I am reserved. What I mean to say is that I don’t call a great deal of attention to myself, although it is welcomed in the proper time and place. I wouldn’t want to be a regular wallflower regardless of how beautiful the flower may be. People tell me I am reserved for a Gryffindor, and that is why I think it must be true. Some students I know need a great deal to keep themselves happy and satisfied while I find amusement in the small things. I do have an insatiable curiosity and I write about what I know and wish to know. I wouldn’t be adverse to trying something new even if it dwells outside my comfort zone. If you are to write properly and teach or learn anything at all, you must discover the undiscovered. As one could predict, this does cause a bit of trouble every now and again but since I am yet alive, apparently I manage or someone else manages to scrape me out of a fix in the end. Being told what to do is something I hate and I might very well do just the opposite of what someone instructs me. Speaking of instruction, I am not that skilled in coursework but don’t find that to be a very large fault. The most brilliant of minds flunked Hogwarts and muggle schools. Do not confuse that verse of thought with my own arrogance - I am nothing of the kind. I believe I am humble, perhaps almost humble to the degree of obnoxiousness. If you have not yet noticed I also take a great deal of time saying what I really mean to say. This could be because I stumble over my words, have too many interconnecting thoughts in my head at the same time, or it is merely the writer in me taking over through my love of words and descriptions. Everyone can be a writer whether they are published or not. I do not dream too big, only the adequate amount that a teenage girl should. I dream to be published one day but being recognized is not the ultimate intention. If I were famous I would hardly know what to do with myself.

I can be very impulsive. Some people like to call me “flighty” which I find to be insulting most of the time. Labels can be very useful in distinguishing people, especially when one is writing about them, but in turn it doesn’t mean I want them placed on me. The most obvious reason I receive labels is because I am a bit more private than most girls and may not reveal my entire story to someone at first meeting. I have a habit for gossip. Gossip can be very lovely, you see! If it is good gossip than a little dose for everyone can do no harm, and if it is poor gossip it can be inflicted on my enemies. I do not gossip all the time, I am not a Rita Skeeter (although her skill for one-line eye catchers is quite amazing), but a bit here and a bit there can do a body good. I am a girl – I engage in regular, girl things okay?

There is something I feel I should speak about. The doctor calls it “depersonalization disorder”. It is not a situation anyone is likely to notice about me, but it is a disorder in which I often feel like life is not real. I feel often like I cannot control myself and my actions, that I am only watching myself from a distance and others and that this life is a film in which I cannot participate. Of course I know such feelings are silly and border paranoia, but I can feel light headed at times and I am nervous over the idea of ever becoming crazy. Doing or saying things are out of my control and sometimes I would do or say something extremely uncharacteristic of me because I don’t imagine any consequences from an unreal dream-land. It is not a very serious condition but it may explain why I enjoy writing and reading books as much as I do. For one reason or another, books seem more real to me than my normal life, as if at any time I could wake up. It shouldn’t be too surprising of a thought, as we do live in a world of magic and intrigue. I do it in secret, but once in awhile I pretend I am a muggle, performing various muggle tasks.

My stubborn streak is very Gryffindor inspired. I honestly have become more stubborn simply because I was sorted into this house, as though I have tricked myself into believing it. This is why I do not like to do what people tell me, because I want to decide on my own. I know I may seem quiet, but being quiet doesn’t necessarily make one a push-over. I am not the most responsible, either. I’m the youngest in my family and have gained an affinity for being a bit, spoiled. I do not like loads of responsibility because I am not used to it, and when you have responsibility one must always abide by it and behave, etc etc. Slow and steady wins the race so they say of the tortoise and the hare proverb. I am not a person to hurry and get something done. I see no reason for it, when as soon as you finish that task you move on to the next, why race to get there? I am slow, it appears. If a friend is in pain or a stranger for that matter, I will try to help them. Unfortunately I am not as empathetic as someone is meant to be in that situation, for while I try to encourage them to solve their problems and offer a friendly hand, I do get easily distracted. Maybe that is why people call me flighty. Sometimes there are just more interesting things to think of or do than cry with a unfortunate individual. Do not worry however, I will always get back to you…eventually. I like to check up on various elements in my life which includes people and see just how they are doing. I will not turn my back on you, if we care for each other. Socialization is good for the writing mind and the spirit, and I like to socialize with people in events. I may not be the star of the party and I might not do it often, but I will go. Stepping back and feeling the sights, sounds, and the rest of the world around you is also a good approach to writing and bringing myself back to earth.

I have a gentle, soft voice which can give others the wrong impression. I really can’t speak louder than I already do; it’s not that I am shy or mumbling. Perhaps there is something wrong with my vocal chords, but when I try to speak louder it comes out as a bit of a shriek, you see. I have a hyper side that is revealed when I am having a very fun night out with friends or I’ve eaten a bit too many sweets. I might dance very oddly and make funny faces, or run up and down the corridors a few times. I like plants very much and like to tend to them in the garden, but tending to plants in the garden when I am hyper is a poor combination. I can sit still in class just fine, but my mind may very well be elsewhere. There are several values that I don’t have much of an opinion on, but some which I do. I do not like cowardliness or backstabbing, and judging someone else because of their blood status is plain rude and disrespectful. I’m sure there are many things that I could dig up on you even if you are a pureblood. A person’s house cannot be a factor as to whether you will or won’t date or talk to someone, but maybe because of familiarity, I more often than not still associate myself with boys in my own house.

Toward people I don’t like and who offend me, I am cold. I am however willing to give second and third chances if you are genuine, but do not take me for a fool. I am a Gryffindor and we Gryffindors like to hold our grudges. I’d rather not have a shouting match with someone else and so I try and take the high road by merely ignoring them or telling them abruptly how I feel and be done with it. Having your feelings hurt is a natural process in life, and I know that I am not immune to it. I will cry like the rest of you but more than likely in private. Because I’ve discovered that being heartbroken is a really very awful feeling, I am cautious about who I like if I can at all help it. It is one thing if I know where you stand, that is it is clear that you are non-committal, and another thing entirely if you pretend to be the relationship type and turn out the complete opposite. Do not deceive me, I have friends in high places mister. That may very well be me exaggerating, because I am not very vengeful. I hope that one day those who are cruel to me will receive what they deserve but I rarely take the matter into my own hands. I usually cannot be bothered to do so. Why should I lower myself and dirty my hands? If that is not enough to discourage me, I remind myself that I do not feel any the better after taking revenge. Every once in awhile, I slip, naturally. If I feel it’s necessary I will of course defend another and that’s a different matter entirely. I’m very commonly referred to as “cute” by people who know me. I don’t mind being called that, although it’s probably not the most accurate of descriptions. Or, maybe I think myself much more scary than I am. I have a rather low self esteem and second-guess my decisions. If someone tells me a handsome boy likes me I usually will not believe it. I don’t expect or require much of myself or others, and for the most part, I enjoy a very docile life.

Likes:
+ Books/writing
+Plants
+Adventure
+Gambling
+Cooking/baking/domestic activities
+People
+Sweets and sugar
+Impulsiveness
+ Fire
+ Bugs

Dislikes:
–Bossiness
- Self doubt
– Studying
– Divination
– Frequently depressed people
– Pressure
– Dreaming
– Name calling (she’s very sensitive about that)
– Vegetables
– Goblins

History: I was born to a family of three children in a wizarding community in England. As the youngest, I was the little princess, the most doted on, the most spoiled, the most used to getting what I want. Actually no, if only that were true. To be honest, my family has never had much in the way of money. We are very poor and not well established, especially so now. My father completed his education at Hogwarts but my mother did not. She left Hogwarts during her seventh year and decided to explore abroad for a few years before returning to England and meeting my dad. They were in love and my father had a decent job as the manager of a shop in Diagon Alley. Neither of my parents have come from prestigious backgrounds of any kind and so their marriage was sweet and simple. They’ve always told us they enjoyed not having an elaborate wedding or being forced into an arranged marriage. My sister was born first and just two years after my brother followed. I was another two years behind and in age we are very close together. My sister and I have always clashed in personality but despite our differences I do love her. My brother and I are much closer and he constantly feels the need to look out for me. I have to frequently remind him that I in fact, am the one looking at for him. My life hasn’t been too complicated or impossible to handle, but things have not always been perfect. I grew up simple with simple things and simple ideas, but I instantly became attracted to books and discovery. When I was five years old I got into a great deal of trouble on a trip to Gringott’s wizarding bank. I have always had a small, delicate frame and with my swift feet and silent composure, I was easy to lose track of. Curiosity got the best of me at the bank one day and I slipped away from my family and into a room barred from access to the public. There was a fast display of gold and objects with distinct little numbers attached to them. I had no idea what they were for, but when I was found by a goblin he was so angry and so cruel to me that I sobbed loudly. My parents easily found me after that and ever since that day a shudder passes through me even when I hear the word “goblin.” I think they are very vile, inhospitable creatures.

I have always been treated very kindly by my family and peers, and while it could be disappointing not to have the refined clothes I was attracted to as I passed it on display in a window, I learned the value of a dollar. Home life began to be difficult when my father was unable to control his drinking. He had always had a habit for taking up drink, but when he lost his job after an unfortunate freak accident that caused the death of a wizard at the store, he become very depressed. I am trouble comforting people I believe because I spent so much time hoping to comfort my dad. He is an alcoholic now and because of my mother’s low education, money is extremely tight. I love my father even still and I can see the kind of compassion and love he has for us. My family is certainly not the wrecked home life that so many people seem to have. I don’t wish to complain, but it is very embarrassing to pick your parent up off the floor at a small party after he has thrown up on himself. I vow to avoid drinking since I heard that alcoholism can apparently run in the family. My dad was raised in a sad family life and his father was very abusive, so I can only imagine the kind of will power it takes for him to be the good, kind parent that he is. Nevertheless, I cannot be blamed if sometimes I take a cheap shot at him or grumble about my misfortune. We have two dogs and two cats at home and it feels almost empty to come to my dorm every night with only a frog to welcome me. I’ve discovered that frogs are not capable of being very welcoming and that the best they can do is to croak at you. Don’t think that I want two cats and two dogs in my room though, oh no, they shed so much and cause a great deal of noise.

Again, I want to explain just how happy and lucky I am to have the well put together family that I do. Violence unfortunately runs in the family genes. It’s a terrible tragedy that we do not speak of in my family to this day, but I have an ancestor only a couple generations back who went nutty and killed everyone in his family. Right there, all gathered around the dinner table enjoying a perfectly good meal and he snapped, right off his rocker. The story is very hush-hush given it doesn’t make good conversation ever, in any situation. I do not think it sheds me in a very good light by telling you this but I find it the slightest bit funny, the way my father tells it when he does speak of it. Eating scones and drinking tea and suddenly a bloody rampage! Do not worry I’m very sure I did not catch the lust for violence that seems to go around, but I do find the most peculiar things amusing. As far as my sense of adventure goes, I don’t believe there is one specific event that triggered my desire to explore new things. I know the feeling and rush of adrenaline before doing something absolutely terrifying, and I love that feeling. In those moments I do not feel like I am going through the motions or I am watching a story of someone else’s life, I feel completely and intoxicatingly me. Once, on a dare from my sister, I jumped from the top of a cliff into the ocean. I screamed all the way down and didn’t resurface for an alarming amount of time according to my brother, but I was too busy exploring the sea world underneath to be bothered to come out for air. I do that – get distracted, I mean. I pride myself in being very spontaneous in a subtle sort of way. To avoid going crazy and committing a murderous rampage of losing my touch completely with reality, I do things sometimes that are very reckless just to ensure I am very awake and alive. It seems odd I know, and I know that it is odd, but I’m so very nervous about being crazy. When I was eight I accidentally murdered….well, killed a pet rabbit by picking it up at the ears. I brought it to my mother but she could do nothing for it, and it had the most horribly timing as I had just learned the story about my crazy ancestor a week before. I locked myself in my room for the entire day and tried to make amends to the rabbit. I realize now how very over-dramatic it was, buy you can see just how serious I am about this.

My sister was the first to attend Hogwarts. I was very jealous and she made sure to rub it in. Next was my brother, and I was sad to be left behind during the school year as the only child not old enough to attend. Finally, on that fateful birthday I received my letter and began to pack my bags early. I am not a homebody like my older sister, who often gets homesick when she is away. I was ready to go, and when the hat was placed on my head it very quickly called on the house of Gryffindor. My brother and I share the same house, and my only regret is that it is his final year at Hogwarts. I’ve made many friends in my own house and a few friends in the others thus far. My romantic life began to exist last year when I was fourteen and boys began to pay attention to me. I tried to explain to some of my friends who were still going through their awkward years that I was not intentionally stealing the attention of the boy they had a crush on. My pretty face and soft features are often said to be graceful, and that boys like that sort of thing. The further along I get in school the less well I seem to perform, which I can attribute to the fact that the lessons get harder. I don’t like school all that much but I do like the chance to be away from home and to break the rules. I really don’t feel bad for breaking Professor’s rules, whereas at home breaking the rules of my parents feels like an evil betrayal. Also, not having to take care of my father most of the year is the ultimate escape and relief. I get the opportunity and the right to be a kid at Hogwarts. I cannot think of anything very eventful to describe of my life so far at Hogwarts, but I maintain hope that something incredibly out of the blue, wild, and completely unethical will occur to me, and I will love every moment of it.

Sample Post: see Bellatrix, Noah, Justin, Jada, or Deaglan

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Kel, 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.

[Regulus Black]

accepted !