MACDONALD, mary miranda

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Ash
Preferred Pronouns: Female
Age: 14 years old
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: None.
Years of RPG Experience: About three years.
Other: TEDDY

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

How did you find us? Um, I don't really remember.
What about ISS inspired you to join? It looked like a neat Harry Potter role play.
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: Mary Miranda MacDonald
Age: Sixteen years old.
Gender: Female.
Year: Sixth year.
Face Claim: Jennifer Lawrence

Canon or Original? Canon.

Facial Properties: Mary's face has a soft oval, heart like shape to it. Her hair draping from the center of the top of her head, parting down the middle, to be swept, one half to one side, the other half to the other side. This hair is a golden blond in color, with a slight wave to it. Curling ever so slightly on some days. Her face has a smooth, youth like look to it. Although a look of maturity also lights her face, at some points in time. Mary's eyes are also somewhat almond shaped, meeting at each side at a fairly sharp points. Her eyes are a light blue in color, and above them, are slightly darker golden blond than her hair color, leanly arching over her light blue eyes. Her nose is well sized to her face, and does not come to a point, but a rounded stop, rather. Her mouth is also well proportioned to her face, and her lips are a pleasant pink in color. Her face is nearly always rather welcoming, as well.
Physique: Mary is not one that is built very heavily. No, she is rather lean, and built with grace, rather than power. Mary is rather tall, or, actually average, really. Standing at about five feet five inches tall, or five feet six inches tall. Somewhere within an inch or so, of that height. She isn't very heavy, either. No, she just weighs around one hundred and twenty pounds, give or take a bit, which makes her appear lean, on her frame, at least. Her legs are rather long, and lean, like the rest of her, as well as graceful. Mary's arms are also rather long and lean, although they may look delicate, they do have power behind her, and her rather small proportioned hands can pack a rather hard punch. She is proportioned, over all, in a rather small, delicate looking way, and is also on the pretty side, maybe to be even considered beautiful, as well.

Wand Type: Apple tree wood, ten and a half inches, Pegasus wing feather. Flexible.
Wand Expertise: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Patronus: Mary's patronus is a Spinner Dolphin.
Boggart: Mary's boggart is her family, dead.

Personality: Mary is a defiant girl, absolutely. It's not unlike her to go against things. And she has been, for quite a long time, in fact. She doesn't like to be ordered around, being treated like a child. She sees it as a fact that she is no longer a child, but a young adult, and believes, that under it all, she shouldn't be treated like a baby anymore. Mary does things to stand out, to try not to be a very shy, unnoticed person, but to actually make herself known out there. To make sure she isn't someone that everyone thinks of as another face that they passed in the hallway on their way to class. She despises the idea of just being another person. Just another face. Mary enjoys having all eyes on her, in one way or other. It makes her feel as if she isn't just a shadow, and she enjoys the attention. Just being in the spotlight for even a little bit of time. Mary manages to talk smoothly, even in the spotlight, persuasive and smooth talking. Her voice is usually sweet when she gives a report, and she likes drawing attention in with lifts in her voice, highlighting things. Mary just enjoys the attention though, it doesn't really matter about the presentation, really, just managing to get all eyes focused on her, really. Unwavering attention, all focused directly on her.

Mary is also a bit stuck up, not exactly whiny, at least, not all of the time, anyway. She's just used to getting what she wants, and sometimes expects that of, well, basically everyone around her. To give her exactly what she wants. That very moment, or, at least soon after. Mary knows better than to whine about it in public, though, and she won't. She'll hold her tongue on that side of her, for the most part. Preferring not to be whiny in public, although she'll end up getting really persuasive and upset if she doesn't get her way at first. Maybe throwing a small tantrum, or giving you the cold shoulder for a while. But she'll get over it after a span of time. Out of the public eye, Mary can be quite whiny. Be it a hint of a whine within her voice when she is tired and being told to do something, or just plain bored, and just wanting to find something to amuse herself with. Her voice will catch a bit of whine within it. Subtle, but noticeable.

Mary is a good friend, loyal, even though she might be a lot to put up with, to her friends, at times. Mary will do anything for her friends, she'll stand up for them if someone tries to knock them down, and are cruel to them. She's fiercely protective of her friends, and if you're mean to them, she'll always be after you. At least, until you sincerely apologize to them. She'll be like a small dog, yapping at your heels, always reminding you, and nagging after you. Her friends are like her family to her. She holds her friends, and her family at basically the same level. When you insult her friends, it's nearly like you're insulting her family, and when you insult her family, well, her bite will be fairly harder, it's almost the same result as when you go after her friends. Ending with a yappy terrier nipping at your ankles.

Mary is dramatic, it's what everyone might use to describe her, really. She blows everything out of proportion. Her hair brush goes missing, everyone in the school is going to end up knowing. Even thought the culprit is obviously resides within the Gryffindor tower. Or it's her own fault for misplacing the brush in the first place. She's one to through her hands up in the air if something really surprises her. She's really just an actress, except the world is her stage, not just a normal stage. No, she likes to stand out, and sort of pop. Everything she does is dramatic and over the top. Mary is also rather witty, she enjoys just studying, and reading. Her grades are rather important to her, as well. And she just enjoys doing the best that she can with her grades while she is attending Hogwarts.

Mary's excitable, she's likely to give a broad grin and a clap when she's happy. Mary is also friendly, talking cheerfully to most people. Except Slytherins. Nope. She doesn't really like Slytherins. She's a happy, cheerful person, but her seriousness typically eclipses that. She tends to focus in class, rather than let her eyes wander about the room. Over all, Mary's a whiny, rather spoiled, over dramatic, friendly girl, who is fiercely protective of all of her friends, and her family, as well.

Likes:
+ Her Friends
+ Studying
+ Reading
+ Attention
+ Learning
+ Talking
+ Persuasion
+ Getting what she wants
+ Family
+ Acting
Dislikes:
– Being treated like a baby
– Her friends being made fun of
– Not getting what she wants
– Being ignored
– Rudeness
– Slytherins
– Being wrong
– Losing
– Being pestered
– Not finishing her homework

History: Mary Miranda MacDonald was born to Shelly MacDonald, a muggleborn which, and Harold MacDonald, a pure blood. She was the last of the MacDonald children. The fifth child. She was a rather tiny baby, weight only about seven pounds, barely, at her birth. She had many older siblings, Natalie, who was fifteen, Tucker, who was fourteen, Haley, who was twelve, and lastly, Robert, who was eleven. She wasn't exactly a planned baby, but she was their little baby girl, all the same. And she was the light of their eyes, since all of their other children had long since gone off and were now attending Hogwart's, all in their various houses. So, her stay at home mother spoiled her, while her father went off to work, but they still found every second to spoil her, and give her whatever she wanted. Spoiling the last child that still lived within their beautiful home.

Mary's magical abilities were quite obvious from the very beginning. Sometimes, her toys would levitate to her, or, as she grew older, the lights would turn on, as she went through a stage of being afraid of the dark. As a child, Mary never had to lift a finger, really. Everything she wanted was basically just haded to her, without very much work on her part. Other just behaving sweetly to her parents, and tolerating them, always above her head, watching her, and playing with her. She enjoyed the attention. Enjoying having them hanging on every very thing that she did. Rather it be walking around, or just amusing herself by play with her toys, which were given to her, new, in a rather steady flow. Nearly every day, there was some new toy, maybe one that her father picked up on his way home from work, anything really. They were just always there.

When Mary was seven years old, over her sibling's Christmas vacation, her brother Tucker was back from his home, and work, along with her sister Natalia, Haley and Robert were also back from school, at least, for the break. Robert, being on the quidditch team, decided to let young Mary try out his broom. So, Mary clambered on, and rose into the sky, trying to control the broom, only, under pressure, from her brother yelling instructions, she slipped, and tumbled to the ground. Breaking her arm. She never really was given an average childhood, after that. When she wanted to explore, her parents gave an excuse. It felt as if she was locked within the cage, and there was no way that she could break out, unless she went against her parents.

The arrival of Mary's Hogwart's letter March 26 came as an absolute relief to her. Soon enough, she would be free of her pestering parents, and the cage like feeling that always seemed to overwhelm her. The time couldn't move fast enough for her, she gathered her supplies cheerfully, counting down the days until she went off to hogwart's. Of course, Mary's parents wouldn't allow her to have a broom. But that was perfectly fine with Mary, as long as she knew for a fact that she would be away from her parents within just a few months. She could nearly taste the freedom on her tongue, the ability to actually go out and do something, instead of just sitting around, bored, all day, everyday, like she typically did at home. No, there now was a new place that she could explore. A new place she had just scarcely heard of from her parents and siblings, as well.

That day came soon enough for Mary. The day before, though, she spent her whole day, packing her things in her trunk, and getting ready to depart the very next day. Double checking the things that she had, and making absolutely sure that she had everything that she would need for Hogwart's. And then they made the trip to King's Cross Station, where she departed, a bit later. Thrilled to be on her way to a bit of freedom. Making her way through the years, all the way up to her sixth year. Doing the best that she could on her O.W.Ls, and acing them, from her point of view anyway. Also, Mary made a name for herself. Beginning to stand out, instead of being another shadow, and she is still thrilled about that, and her fantastic grades, of course. And she has survived this far, in this school.


Sample Post: Of course. Her potions partner said that he'd get the ingredients, and she could start reading the directions. Of course leave it up to Roxanne to interpret what the directions meant. She thought, with a fierce twinge to her thoughts. Pulling out her potions book she flipped slowly through the pages before she found the drought of the living dead. Not potion that she would ever, really want to take. She wasn't sure who would even want to take this potion. Maybe there were a few crazy people out there, after all. Especially since a potion that was sleeping, except sort of like death, only you were sleeping, was out there. She had to wonder who had thought of anything like this.

Roxanne's eyes skimmed the page, looking over the directions, although not absorbing anything. Yes, she could plant some sort of prank for her partner, she could. But they were in a classroom, and there was a teacher in there. And she was better off tolerating the Slytherin than tormenting him. She wasn't cruel, after all. Plus, her pranks were for outside of the class room, for the most part, anyway. Eyes glancing up from the page that she was now actually reading. She spotted her partner apparently making his way back to the table. She noticed the Gryffindor sticking out his leg in an attempt to trip him.

Being a prankster, she was quite into pranks. But tripping someone like that wasn't really a prank, more or less, it was cruel. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she considered a few things. And she settled on one. A charm to make a trunk basically spit out the clothes. Now that would be interesting. She thought, fingers tapping lightly again. She'd have a bit of time to put the charm on. A bit of karma for a fellow Gryffindor. She had been raised right, and was loyal to her up bringings, despite the fact that she basically hated a majority of the Slytherins. Plus, she did like pranking. And she'd like to see the look on that guy's face.

Refocusing herself, after letting her thoughts run away wasn't easy, skimming the directions, and trying to absorb as much as she could. She did not want to cause and explosion. No matter how interesting that would actually be. She'd much rather get a good grade on this potion, and actually manage to pass. Potions wasn't exactly her best subject, after all.

(Roxanne Weasley, I character I played from Don't forget About Us)

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, ASH, 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 !