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Post by sally on Mar 10, 2009 11:51:31 GMT -5
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Name: Nell
Gender: Femme
Age: Fifteen years
Years of RPG Experience: Approx. five years
Other: [Removed By Staff]
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Name: My name’s Salome Catherine Jellicoe, and it has been for eighteen years, baby! Now, you’re probably thinking, Salome, what a whacked up name! Well yeah, it kinda is. Basically, Salome was the daughter of Herodias in the Bible, and had a lot to do with John the Baptist’s death, and stuff. Also, it’s a play by Oscar Wilde, and for all these reasons, I prefer to be called Sally. Seriously, it was only my mother that called me Salome, so don’t try it. I have nails for a reason, you know! And Catherine is after St.Catherine, who died on a wheel, which is why we have Catherine wheels on Bomb Fire Night. So you’ve probably worked out by now that I have a Biblical, Christian theme going on with my names, and yes you’re right. My mum was a bit of a religious nut, but, well, whatever floats your boat. And Jellicoe’s my dad’s surname. Cool, isn’t it? It’s the same surname as an Admiral in the British navy from the First World War, but we’re not related; just share the same tight name!
Age: Eighteen years of sex, drugs and rock ’ n ’ roll
Gender: I’m addressed as Miss. Jellicoe for a reason, you know!
Year: Seventh, my lucky number!
Face Claim: Stefani Germanotta {Lady GaGa}
Canon or Original? Original
Facial Properties:
Nearly all of Salome’s facial appearance is inherited from her father. Both Raphael and Sal have long, triangular faces, though Sally’s is slightly less severe. Her high cheek bones are not as pointed, and her chin is more rounded than her father’s, but it is plainly obvious that Sally looks more like her father than her mother. This said, Sal is feminine in her features, and although they are strong, she is, on the whole, attractive in her looks. Above her previously mentioned, small chin are her full lips which she sometimes adorns with lipstick or lip-gloss. In prelude of her lips is her long, yet proportionate nose, with expressive, almond-shaped eyes on either side. Her eyes too are often high-lighted with mascara and eye-pencil, but they are, by themselves, intense and expressive. Though Sally takes mainly after her father in bone structure, her colouring is more like her mother’s. Both Mary and Sally have the blond hair of the Kellogg’s, and though Sally is naturally ash-blond in shade, these days her tresses are a more flaxen hue, complimenting her pale complexion. However, Raphael and Sally share having brown eyes, and although Sal’s are paler than her father’s, this is a trait picked up from the Jellicoe’s. But the Sally you see today is not the Sally who has always been there. Barely two years ago, Salome Jellicoe was a very different person, and none more so than in her appearance. While now she shows off her pretty features and glossy hair, back then she would more or less hide them away. She practically dressed like a nun, and her style of clothing and general look was exceedingly modest; her dull blond hair was always up in a tight bun or pony tail, and she would never wear anything that went above the knee. Now, she’s very different; her hair-style is up to date, and she enjoys having it out and free, and her dress sense is far more eccentric. It is true to say that Sally is a very different person from what she once was.
Physique:
It would be hard to believe that just two years ago, there was no sign of a figure in young Sally’s body, what with her layers of unflattering clothing, and shy, withdrawn composure. It is fair to say that she tried to hide herself in every respect back then, but now, that is quite a different story. Sally has inherited her mother’s side of the family in body shape, from the head down, and while her father is very tall and painfully thin, Sally is small and curvy like her mother. Though, this doesn’t mean to say Sal’s chunky; far from it, for she has always been slim and even bordered on downright skinny at times. However, it didn’t take long for Sally’s feminine features to develop, and like her mother she was an early bloomer. And just like her mother, she tried to show it as little as possible. Although, these days Sal prefers showing off her curves and legs, and though she isn’t exactly what you’d call a tart, she’s more confident with the way she looks and presents herself than she was.
Personality:
RUSSIAN ROULETTE IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT A GUN
Salome is what you’d call a girl with eccentricities. Her rather unorthodox name is a bit of an indication, but Sally’s unusual qualities lie deeper than just a name. Sal is a fun loving individual with a lot of life in her heart. She is in many ways the personification of a ‘bouncy bunny’, and on occasions, she does bounce around a bit. She’s a girl of good cheer, and one that loves a good laugh. Whether it’s telling a joke, playing a prank, or partying and singing, Sally likes to enjoy herself. It is as though she is on an eternal quest for excitement and adventure, and Sal does have a bit of a dare-devil streak; from volunteering to handle a rather nasty looking animal in Care of Magical Creatures, to skinny dipping in the Black Lake in the middle of winter. Believe me when I say it wouldn’t be above Sally to have a go at swimming with the Giant Squid in the lake. Though, her escapades haven’t gone unnoticed by the watchful eyes of the professors, and Sal has been taken aside by Professor. McGonagall for ‘a little chat’ more than once; though not always very her little adventures. In Sally’s eyes, all these often rather dangerous antics are just her excuse of living a bit, and if you can’t deal with it, it’s your loss.
I’M FEELIN SO BOHEMIAN LIKE YOU
Sally’s a confident girl, and frequently comes across as being a bit over-the-top, but Sal is in fact a pretty good friend. She is in no way a shallow person, though she does like to act it sometimes, but there is a kindness and warmth in Sally that is inescapable. Part of her jolly persona stems off into her affectionate heart, and if you’re Sal’s friend, she’ll love you to the ends of the Earth – so long as you prove yourself, of course. She deals with people pretty well, and always tries to be there for her friends, though sometimes it can be a bit much for her, and for her friends. Sally is a very passionate person, and although on occasions she appears very earnest, she is an extremely thoughtful and caring person. Although a lot of the time she seems the type to ‘shot and ask questions later’, Sally is always thinking about consequences; it’s just that some of the consequences don’t seem a big deal to her. This, however, is not true when it comes to those she likes; Salome doesn’t take any long-lasting joy in upsetting others, especially those who she thinks of as friends, and despite starting up a lot of arguments, she always tries to make up for them.
SOMEONE CALL THE DOCTOR, GOT A CASE OF A LOVE BI-POLAR
When it comes to men, however, this is a bit of a failing in Sal. In the romantic sense, Sally is a little uncomfortable when dealing with guys. Though, this doesn’t mean to say she hasn’t had her fair share of male admirers {in the last two years at that}, but that doesn’t exactly make her to most experienced of girls. In truth, men make her feel awkward, and most of all, vulnerable, and if there is any emotion Salome avoids most, it’s vulnerability. So while getting close to a boy in every sense of the word makes Sally feel ‘squirmy’, she doesn’t really look for flings or one night stands; Sal is the type for poetical long, affectionate relationships. But that would mean getting close to a guy, and that leads to vulnerability. It’s a bit of a dilemma, and one that really frustrates young Miss. Jellicoe. And while she does appear like the party-girl type, Sally is not a girl of loose morals, as some people like to think; in fact, she’s really one of the most principled people you could come across. Sal is firm in her beliefs, and especially those that apply to the more physical sides of a relationship. Sally doesn’t believe in sex purely for fun, and certainly not with just anyone. She believes it is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly, and although she doesn’t believe that you shouldn’t have sex before you’re married, she does believe it should be with someone you’re in love with and have a steady relationship with. Though this is rather an idealistic view, it’s what she believes in, and what she trusts, and there aren’t many things in Sally’s life that she can really trust.
YOU WEREN’T THERE, YOU LET ME FALL
But behind this bright face and unconventional shroud is the girl that has always been Salome Jellicoe; she’s just been better hidden in the last couple of years. When Sal first started at Hogwarts, she was a painfully shy little girl who could barely speak to anyone in anything louder than a whisper. She would always keep to herself, shunning away any offers of friendship with awkward, clipped conversations, even if she did want to be friends with that person. It was only those who really persevered that got to know the Salome beneath the incredibly timid exterior; the kind, loyal and loving Sally. Back then, Sally was the sort of girl who could be described as a ghost; she would always be hidden away in a quiet corner, reading or working. She seemed a book worm, yes, and intelligent, but very withdrawn and unapproachable. There seemed to be little life in that small body, with pretty face hidden under a mop of dull hair that either pulled up in a sloppy pony-tail or bun, and gate being one of introvert and deep lack of confidence. However, there would be occasions when others saw flashes of the Sally who lives today; Salome was always strong willed, and if anyone bad-mouthed the few friends she had at the times, she would defend them fiercely. Even then, Sally short and rather passionate temper was reasonably evident, though rather rare to see. Back then, Sal was a very vulnerable and rather sad individual, and although she seems an almost completely different person now, she does on occasions show her former self; when she’s sad or reflects on her life, she crawls back into that reserved, hushed personality that was once her constant companion.
Likes:
+ Pudding
+ Running in the rain
+ Swimming
+ Heights
+ Care of Magical Creatures
+ Transfiguration
+ Books
+ Singing
+ Music
+ Boys
+ Fun
+ Laughing
+ Her uncle, Isaac
+ Adrenalin rushes
+ Parties
+ Dancing
+ Jokes
+ Head banging
+ Her mother and father
+ Defense Against the Dark Arts
+ Muggle Studies
+ Thomas Hardy
+ Charles Dickens
+ Beedle the Bard
+ Hamlet
+ Midsummer Night’s Dream
+ J.R.R. Tolkien
+ Doodling
+ The Library
+ Quiet places
+ Drake Valo
+ Sid Darley
+Pebble beaches
Dislikes:
– Church
– Her mother, Mary
– Her father, Raphael
– William Clarkson
– Prejudice
– Bullies
– Cruelty
– Boredom
– Sadness
– Pain
- Suffering
- Easter
- Being alone
- Sid Darley
- Loose morals
- Disloyalty
- Drake Valo
History:
Our story begins long before the birth of Salome, with the birth of her own mother, Mary Angelica Kellogg. The Kellogg’s were a wealthy, well-to-do pureblood family who had lived in luxury for centuries; they were like the wizarding equivalents of the Churchill’s, and just as prestigious. Mary’s great-grandfather and grandfather, Gerard and Nicholas, had both been Minister of Magic, Gerard twice, and Mary’s own father, Valentine, was a highly regarded member of the wizengamot. So Mary was born in the huge manor house in Buckinghamshire like so many others in her family, the second of Valentine and Francesca Kellogg’s children. She was a pretty baby, with huge, pale opal-blue eyes, and white-blond locks already gracing her head; the proud parents adored her. Though, her anxiousness was enough to make anyone feel a little dislike towards her, but Francesca had plenty of nannies and nurses to help her out. And it didn’t exactly help that Mary’s big brother, Balthazar, had, let’s say, a spoilt child persona. While Mary was a skittish child, Balthazar was equally troublesome. He was an arrogant little boy with little care for anything but himself. He had a tendency to lie and get what he wanted, and that did nothing for his character. He began turning into a bully, and while he learnt early on it was best not to poke fun at his little sister, for that really would push his parent’s patience, he found it quite amusing to tease and taunt the house elves his family employed owned.
But enough about Balthazar, for now at any rate. Little Mary Angelica grew into childhood to be just as pretty as she had been as a babe, though her hair had darkened to a golden-blond. Her mother would fuss over her when she wasn’t organizing social events, and the nannies would tend to her every need, but Mary turned out differently than her brother, much to her nannies’ relief. Mary had a tendency to help out with chores around the house, and preferred the quieter pleasures in life like reading and drawing. And it was in her reading that she found the book which would change her life; the Holy Bible. At first, the rather complicated grammar and strange layout of the book deterred Mary from reading it, but when Mary’s governess, Ms. Pratt, that changed very quickly. Seeing that the six year old was struggling with the text, Ms. Pratt decided to help her out, and being a woman of the religious persuasion, she thought the Bible would be an excellent choice to learn one’s words. So, after reading some of the book of Genesis to little Mary, the youngest of the Kellogg’s heartened to read more; and after a long time a lot of reading, Mary had more or less finished the whole book a little after a seventh birthday. It wasn’t long after that that the Kellogg’s discovered there was a problem with Mary. It wasn’t life threatening anything, but it was a problem; and a bit of a big one to Valentine and Francesca. The Kellogg’s had been concerned for a while now that their daughter hadn’t shown any magical talent, and just before her eighth birthday, they decided to see a healer about it. After a few tests and asking of questions with Mary, it was official; Mary Angelica Kellogg was a squib. Valentine and Francesca were deeply grieved, though Balthazar couldn’t help but find it amusing. There hadn’t been a squib in the family for generations, and there was almost a sense of shame at having had an un-magical child, even if the Kellogg’s weren’t particularly prejudiced.
However, the family couldn’t dwell on this ‘tragedy’ for long, as Francesca was pregnant with her third and final child; a boy, who was to be named Isaac. So at seven, Mary knew that she would never go to Hogwarts like her brother, who so frequently reminded her, would. But Mary had the Bible as comfort, and this is where her close connection with the book, and the Christian religion begins. While Balthazar studied at Hogwarts, Mary was home tutored, allowing her extra time with reading and re-reading texts from the Bible and other Christian scriptures. Her knowledge and views of the world were fast becoming shaped around her beliefs, and though her older brother continually made cruel light of the fact that she wasn’t a witch, Mary simply prayed for him, like she did for the rest of her family. Life carried on regardless, and it wasn’t long before Mary had turned into a young lady with the prospect of marriage. She was nineteen now, and her little brother Isaac was just about to leave home for Hogwarts; he too had turned out magical. Mary had retained her good looks, and over the years had gotten closer to the Holy Scriptures than ever. Her parents had long since chosen her husband to be, as was tradition in many a pureblood family. His name was Raphael Horatio Jellicoe, and had known Mary since they were ten years old. The pair were well suited; the Jellicoe’s were just as high up in the social food-chain as the Kellogg’s were, and had assured the Kellogg’s that they did not care for Mary’s ‘disability’ – what they did care for though, was their only son to be wed to a pureblood wife who could produce an heir. So, the plans had been set, and things were in motion from the first meeting of Mary and Raphael.
It would be bizarre to think that two ten year olds would be knowingly meeting their future spouse for the first time, and there was no moment of ‘love at first sight’. They were only ten years old after all. It was just like your ordinary meeting of two children; they exchanged names and interests, getting to know each other, and gradually coming to like each other. And Mary and Raphael did like each other, and over the years they turned out good friends. But that was the thing, they were just good friends. Well, Mary slowly thought she was falling in love with Raphael, but she was never exactly sure. Though, she never argued against her parents’ decision, and she thought, in time, both she and Raphael could learn to love one another; for now, good friends would do. And for a while, it seemed to. It was a warm May day when Raphael and Mary became Mr. and Mrs. Raphael, and after a short honey moon in the Lake District, life as man and wife truly began. The newlyweds lived in a large apartment in Westminster, London, and at first, life seemed idyllic; the couple got pretty well, and there was practically no cross words between the two. But there always seemed a distance between the two, especially when it came to their ‘bedroom duties’. Raphael never seemed… comfortable, and Mary initially thought this to be a case of inexperience for the both of them. However, it didn’t take long for the couple to conceive, and the Jellicoe’s were soon well on the way to being parents.
It was a blustery winters day when Mary went into labour, and in the early hours of January 13th, a baby girl was born. Both parents were overjoyed, even if it wasn’t a male heir, and they soon named the child Salome Catherine Jellicoe. As Mary cradled her daughter in her arms and Raphael stood proudly over his wife and child, it seemed that at last the Jellicoe’s marriage was rock solid. Far from it. Far, far from it. Raphael was a good father and provider for the family; he loved playing with his little girl, and his income was good, but there was still that distance between Mary and Raphael. Although he treated her well and showed affection towards Mary, it was only the love of a friend, and the distance soon became a rift in the marital bed department. Mary did want to have more children, especially a son, but it seemed the mere idea of conception put Raphael right off. Soon, he began to spend extra hours at work, and Mary’s naturally anxious mind made her paranoid as to what her husband was doing in this ‘extra time’; especially as he wasn’t bringing home any more money for this ‘extra work’. In fact, it seemed that he was bringing less home, though it was still more than enough for the small family to keep the life they had.
But Mary was right to be suspicious, for Raphael had been doing something other than ‘extra work’, though it didn’t involve a woman. It involved another man. William Clarkson, to be precise. For years, Raphael had thought of himself as… different. Sure, he’d had one or two girlfriends at school, and of course he’d had sex with a girl {Mary}, but it never felt… right. For a long time, he had just thought he’d get over it and gradually it would wear off, but he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Until he met William. Raphael worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and it was there that he came across the dashing young American wizard. It had been an accident really; William had been wondering where to go for lunch as he didn’t know London that well, and spotted Raphael – he was stressing out over some papers he needed to hand in, and William found him irresistibly cute with the way his hair spiked up when he ran a hand through it. And his glasses weren’t half bad either; William liked the studious look. Raphael didn’t know what it was, whether it was William’s dazzling smile or cheeky quips, but he was immediately drawn to him. They had become friends, good friends, even best friends, and gradually Raphael came to realize that he felt something more for this charming American. Then it just happened. One night, when Raphael was genuinely working late and William was just on his way out. He spotted the skinny little English men in much the same position as he had been when they’d first met. He couldn’t resist it any longer. He asked Raphael to come into the men’s with him, and it was there that he confessed his feelings for Raphael. Not particularly romantic, but that’s the way of the world. Raphael was utterly confused at first, and a little disgusted, but he couldn’t escape it either; he was falling for William. And that’s where it really began.
Mary’s finding out was an accident too. She found some paper work for a house in France in Raphael’s office, and at first she thought it was some kind of surprise for her and Salome. Then she saw the name of the joint owner. She called the number attached to the name ‘W. O. Clarkson’ and called it. That night was the first real fight Mary and Raphael had, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Mary was utterly distraught, and didn’t really know what to do, but for a while, she decided to live with it. But it was too much. Knowing that you’re husband was in love with someone else? Was in love with a man? That you’re husband was a homosexual, something which disgusted Mary? It wasn’t long before she was filing for a divorce, and the proceeding went on smoothly; Raphael didn’t want to argue, for he was a good person at heart, and hated that he’d hurt Mary and damaged their family nearly beyond repair. Once everything was sorted, Raphael and William moved to that country house in France, and the only time Raphael saw Mary was when he visited Salome, whom he still loved. But the whole ordeal an divorce had taken its toll of Mary’s fragile temperament, and when Salome was nearing six, Mary suffered a mental break down.
From then on, life for Salome was a misery. Her mother was very ill, and it soon became apparent that Salome would have to be a 24 hour carer for Mary; Mary refused help from anyone but Salome, her brother Balthazar couldn’t are less at any rate, and Isaac was finishing his N.E.W.Ts. So, for almost five years, Salome had the full time job of caring for her mother, and such tasks involved would shape her personality for the future. Though Sal did her best, Mary’s mental state deteriorated, and the one solace Sal had soon disappeared; after a while, Raphael didn’t visit her anymore, mainly out of guilt for leaving her with Mary who was obviously going insane. And Mary wasn’t a very gracious patient either; she was tremendously abusive to Salome, mainly out of jealousy for her daughter’s already apparent magical ability. Mary would address Salome as “The Witch” with so much contempt and disgust in her voice that it made Salome cry on more than one occasion. And when the time neared to Salome’s eleventh birthday, her position at Hogwarts seemed forfeit. Mary was less than willing to send her daughter to the school where the ‘damned’ went, and it was only with the intervention of Isaac and Albus Dumbledore that Sal even went. Isaac had been trying to help as much as he could over the years, but it had been hard; he’d been young, and his long time girlfriend, whom he loved very dearly, had been dealing with a long time illness. But with this threat of Salome’s prospects, he took a firm stand, and with the help of Professor. Dumbledore, Salome was able to make it to the magical school for her first year.
School was a haven to her, even if she didn’t make friends easily, and although she had the support of her Uncle Isaac behind her, she knew that it was really her burden to care for her mother. The years passed with no expected change, and then, in Salome’s fifth year, during her Spring Term, Mary died in an accident at home. It had happened in the night; she’d been making her way to the kitchen for some reason or another, when she had slipped on the polished wooden floor and cracked her head on the corner of a kitchen work top. It was a shock to everyone, and Salome was allowed a week off from school to arrange things with her family. And that’s when she changed, when everything changed for her. Nobody really saw Salome’s grief, just the Salome that came back to school for her sixth year. And she was completely different, in looks and personality. Her home had changed too; her uncle had gained custody over her, and with his terminally ill girlfriend, then wife, having finally succumbed to her tragic condition, he could concentrate fully on Sally, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted. So now Sally Jellicoe is in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Everything around her is changing, what with the prospect of N.E.W.Ts, but at last it seems as though she can live a reasonably ordinary life. Or at least, she hopes so.
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I, NELL, 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.
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