PREWETT, beth

[Annabeth Prewett]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Artemis
Preferred Pronouns: Girl
Age: Seventeen
E-mail: You has
Twitter: You has
Years of RPG Experience: Idk, a couple.
Other: Teddy

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

How did you find us? You is kind
What about ISS inspired you to join? You is smart
Do you have any suggestions for us? You is important

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

Name: Annabeth Tamara Prewett
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Year: Fourth
Face Claim: Kristen Stewart

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:

Beth has a thin, rather pointed face at the chin, with more rounded cheeks, skin pale and easily flushed, though not easily tanned, unlike the rest of her family, all of whom seem to have rather tan skin. Not that she wishes hers were like that; she hates the sun and wouldn’t tan even if she could. Along her face are a smattering of small, light freckles, especially across her cheeks, that aren’t really properly visible until you get up close to her, and she prefers to ignore them, as a matter of fact. She has greenish hazel eyes and rather short eyelashes, only made longer with heavy makeup, which she loves to use. Her trademark look is dark eyeliner and lots of mascara. Beth’s eyebrows are thin and nicely shaped, and her nose is small and sloping down to an upturned point that she’s always very much liked about herself. Her lips are of a reddish hue and rather full, and she has small dimples at the corner of her mouth when she smiles. Her hair, which is a naturally warm brown, changes depending on what she wants it to be, varying from light blonde to dark, almost black.

Physique:

Beth has always been particularly tall for her age, always seeming to be more the boys’ height than the girls around, though not freakishly so, just enough so that she doesn’t really have to look up to people her own age, only those older than her. She has long, thin legs, as pale as the rest of her body, and narrow hips. Her torso is slender, with breasts that are filled enough that she doesn’t feel self-conscious about them, but on the small side, anyway. Her arms, also pale and long, and her hands have nails that are usually manicured. She likes to wear all types of clothes, and doesn’t like to conform to one style only, though she always stays away from pink, since she hates the color.

Wand Type: Unicorn Hair, Elm, 11 inches, hard
Wand Expertise: Charms
Patronus: Snow Weasel
Boggart: A vampire

Personality:

{ REBELLIOUS }

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Having a father and mother who were constantly on top of her throughout her entire childhood, making sure she didn’t get hurt, that she had everything she needed, that she did her chores like she was supposed to and behaved the way she was meant to, Beth had always felt overwhelmed and repressed as a child. Even though she understood it was nothing but good intentions, along with her sister, Alice, who could be as overbearing as her parents when it came to looking out for her, Beth reached a point at the age of nine, when one thing on top of the other led to a burst of emotions that she hadn’t even realized were there before then, and suddenly everything became too much, and she needed to break surface and breathe. Breathing, however, turned into gasping, as she found that she enjoyed breaking her mother’s rules one by one, doing the unexpected and exploring every inch of the world as she had never allowed herself to see it before, for what it really was and what it had to offer. Beth can be wild and carefree, ready to break the rules and go against the current. She likes making spontaneous decisions, trying new things, even the thrill of a little danger. If she’s supposed to be doing one thing, she’ll immediately want to do the opposite; it’s like an addiction, now. Once she started, five years ago, she doesn’t seem to be able to stop. Nor does she want to—being a rebel makes her unique, makes her independent; makes her free. And she’s not willing to give that up anytime soon.

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Beth could be called spoiled, to an extent, except the trait did not develop as a result of her parents’ indulgence, as is most common. At least not the larger part of it. Beth became to be spoiled by herself; her own cunningness and ability to worm her way around words and charms and actions led to the discovery that if she behaved a certain way, she could usually get other people to give her what she wants. It started with her parents, sure, at an early age, but Beth’s manipulative streak only grew as she matured further and was able to perceive which ways to act around which people in order to get her way. It could be said that Beth would go to many means, if not any, to achieve her goals. And in the way that she’s sly around hiding the true motives behind her actions most of the time, she also tends to use this, to some extent, in order to get people to like her. Though Beth is by no means shy—a family trait, she thinks—and doesn’t usually have trouble making friends when there’s friends to be made, she does know, for certain people, the way to please them. How they want her to act, and how to act accordingly. Not that she’s willing to do so for anybody, of course. Beth isn’t the kind of person that needs to be liked all-around, that needs to have friends and people adoring her as she walks down the hall. Sure, she likes attention, perhaps a bit too much, but she is confident enough in herself that she can live with enemies. In fact, she probably makes some quite on purpose as well.

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As mentioned above, Beth has always had, ever since she can remember, a sixth sense of sorts, a perceptive gene that simply allows her to take in her surroundings better than a lot of people. Even though she’s not particularly observant, nor does she take the time to study other people, Beth naturally gathers inklings, feelings, a sense about a situation, or the emotional state of somebody else. It’s this trait that led her to realizing about her parents’ marriage. Even as hard as they both tried to hide it—it would have seemed like a perfectly normal family to everybody looking in—doting on each other, light kisses on the cheek, family outings with the four of them, but there was something off. She couldn’t have been able to explain it for her life if asked, but she’d just known, from the moment she was old enough to understand these things, that everything wasn’t perfect. That there was a huge aura of pretense, of fakeness in the house and it made her squirm, and uncomfortable. This perceptive side of her is also one of the main reasons why she’s able to have her way with people as well as she is; she can tell what’s wrong, more or less, what they want, and the way she should act because of this, and it’s something she most definitely uses to her advantage.

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In this manner, it’s not precisely that Beth is hard to please, per se; more like she’s not easily satisfied. Beth isn’t a people-pleaser, and all people don’t please her that easily. That is to say, all people; for example, she finds it rather difficult for somebody younger than her to gratify her, particularly because she dislikes children. She is high-maintenance in the way that she can’t stand muggleborns, looks down upon them and frowns at their presence. That a boy has to be extremely handsome to catch her attention, to draw her feelings. That she doesn’t want the hopeful promises of her parents after a broken marriage, if she can’t have the perfect, real, whole thing. Beth likes having her way, and she likes having all of her way. As well as this, she likes to build expectations. Once she has found the perfect thing that she wants, whatever comes short of being exactly that will not satisfy her. If she was able to get an E on a test for Potions, an A will most certainly not be acceptable in her book. As such, if she manages to find a great outfit for a party, her next one will have to match up to it, or else she’ll be disappointed. Beth is kind of optimistic, in that sense, unlike her sister, she tends to build up expectations and get her hopes up the majority of the time, and prefers to cope with the disappointment afterwards, rather than not hope at all.

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Probably one of the most defining characteristics that make up Beth Prewett is her ambition. When Beth wants, she wants. Something that also started around the time that her rebellious streak did, she realized that setting goals for herself was something good, something that would make her stronger, in the end, when she found a way to achieve them all. Once she found out that setting goals, milestones, made the road easier, she never wanted to stop; did it all the time. Beth likes to set abstract goals in her mind, sometimes, and challenges herself to fulfill them. Ambition leads to greatness, and power, both of which are things that she wants, greatly, for herself. And she’s not only ambitious in schoolwork—as a matter of fact, that’s the area she’s probably least ambitious in, though she doesn’t tend to slack in her grades, either—but ambitious in the way that she relates to people, the boys she wants to have, the way she flies her broom, or keeping up a good relationship with her sister, and eventually finding the perfect guy that she’s going to marry. Which will be out of love, of course, since the last thing in the world that she’s going to do after watching her parents’ marriage crumble is marry for convenience. Though, of course, her future husband’s certainly going to be pure-blooded and rich. Those are just must traits to add to the search. But as it is, what Beth most wants, in general, is more.


Likes:
+ Independence
+ Heavy Make-Up
+ Attention
+ Cold weather
+ Spontaneity
+ Mystery
+ Water
+ Quidditch
+ History
+ Weddings
+ Smoking
+ Drinking

Dislikes:
– Being restrained
– Muggles
– The sun
– Candy
– Children
– Animals
– Pink
– Dancing
– Goody-two-shoes
– Blood

History:

Annabeth Tamara Prewett was born on September 18th to a family with a father and mother who were not a couple in love, and a three year old sister who initially threw a tantrum at her arrival. It was a few months later that the relationship dynamic with her sister shifted, when Alice decided it was her duty to protect Beth, and took it upon herself to care for her. Throughout the first few years of her life, Beth was freely doted upon by both parents, who showered the love they didn’t have for each other at their daughters, though always with the intention of not spoiling them. In Beth’s case, however, it didn’t quite work out that way. Once she was old enough to think for herself, she began to realize that if she played her cards right, she could get what she wanted from her parents. A kiss on the cheek for dad meant a piggyback ride and cleaning her room after she finished playing with her toys meant going shopping for groceries with mum. It was a slow process of action and reaction that had started to build in Beth’s mind at a very early age, and was only spurred further as she grew up to find more and better ways to get her way. That’s not to say that Beth wasn’t a happy child. It was absolutely the contrary. On top of knowing how to get her parents to make her happy, Beth grew to be incredibly close with her older sister. Despite Alice’s determination to look after her, they both shared a tight bond of sister-hood that seemed unlikely to be broken, no matter how many fights they had or arguments over whose turn it was to take a bath first, or who got the larger piece of cake. Perhaps it was due to her lack of connection to her parents, but Beth clung onto her sister’s love throughout their entire childhood, until Alice left for Hogwarts with a promise of writing as often as she could, and left Beth alone with them.

It wasn’t that Beth didn’t love her parents. It might be questionable whether a child can really do anything but love their father and mother, instinctively. But intellectually, there was that something that seemed off to her all along about their relationship. About her mother’s prim and proper words and how to act like a lady, and eat like a lady, and how one day she would find the proper man to marry and have children, just like she and her father did. Except Beth didn’t want to be like her mother. It was after Alice left for Hogwarts, and Beth turned nine, that her rebellious streak first started showing signs of life. When she had once sat and dressed in white and gone through the piano lessons her father insisted she took, Beth decided she didn’t want to anymore. And once she figured out she could decide for herself more often, she never wanted to stop. Maturity hit her faster than it would another girl her age, and her own sharp perception of the world around her gave her the knowledge she’d been searching for, that she could say no, and she could do what she wanted to do. That her parents had been carefully laying out her life for her and she was done with that. Without Alice there to have fun with, Beth had to find other ways to have fun. She found that she liked attention. She found that she liked playing Quidditch when she met up with some boys up the street who taught her how to fly a broomstick. Even though her mother had said not to. She found that there were people who weren’t wizards, like them, weren’t powerful like them, and strong and better, like them. The boys up the street showed her everything she wanted to know. They gave her the strength, the independence, the space to think freely about whatever she wished! One boy in particular, Aiden Neeson, who was older than her, her sister’s age, probably, and thus only around during summer, was especially alluring to her. He was tall and handsome and seemed so in control of himself, of who he wanted to be, that it fascinated her. Made her want to be like that; her own person, proud of herself and ready to affront the world with a newfound confidence.

When Beth finally got her Hogwarts letter at eleven, she was a changed person. The only thing that remained constant was Alice. With Alice, Beth didn’t need to act out, or impress her, or feel like she had to manipulate her to get what she wanted. With Alice it was easy, it was simple, and it was like they were back to being five and eight, carefree. It wasn’t that she changed when she wasn’t around her sister, she was still the same person. Better, now that she’d found who she really was, found who she really wanted to be, but it was a different dynamic. Alice would always be overbearing, overprotective, hovering around her and making sure everything was alright, and because she was her only sister, Beth would let her. She’d good-naturedly complain and shrug her off and go find her own friends, but they’d remain close. As Beth grew older, she started realizing more and more how wrecked their parents’ relationship was with each other, how fake it seemed now that she wasn’t blinded by childish innocence. She could also tell that Alice bought all of it, and never once could find the time or place or manner in which to tell her sister that all was most definitely not well. And in a way, she wanted to protect her, too, just this once, that she could return the gesture.

And in a way, this newfound liberty, being at Hogwarts, being her own person, her own name and doing whatever she wanted her, where there was nobody to force anything upon her, brought on a whole new side of her she hadn’t yet explored. A side that had been buried under sewing and curtsying and ‘how to please your future husband’; and Beth was ambitious, and hungry for knowledge, for power, for more of everything. She searched for goals, anything that she wanted and set her mind on it, and didn’t stop until she achieved it. She figured out the way to get her way with other people, too, not just her parents. She found out how to make girl friends, and how to make boys want her, and how to drink, and smoke, and have others look at her. Really see her. The first three and a half years of school passed fast, in a blur of want and more and spells and flicks of her wand, and friends and boys and more cigarettes, which quickly became her guilty pleasure. And through it all, there was always Alice, though they rarely crossed paths at school, anyway, and even through their differences, the fact that Alice was friends with mudbloods, or that she took badly to their parents’ divorce when it finally came, they were still sisters, after all, and that’s what mattered in the end.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, ARTEMIS, 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.[/blockquote]

[Lily Evans]

accepted !

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