Greengrass, Cecilia Naomi

[cecilia]

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About You - -

Name: Ellie.
Gender: Female.
Age: Seventeen.
Years of RPG Experience: Very many.
Other: [Removed by Staff]

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Quick Quiz - -

How did you find us? Jessie.
What about ISS inspired you to join? It’s bloody fantastic.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Definitely not.

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About the Character- -

Name: Cecilia Naomi Greengrass.
Age: Fifteen.
Gender: Female.
Year: 5th.
Face Claim: Cintia Dicker.

Canon or Original? Original.

Facial Properties:

The lips. They were the lips. When Cecilia was a little girl, she was constantly nagged on by her parents, teachers, their family friends, every single aunt and uncle of hers she ever met. The adults, basically. They all said she was pouting, constantly, even though she actually wasn’t. Her lips were just naturally very, very full. That was something she certainly never grew out of, because Cecilia’s lips might as well double as a stunt double’s landing mat. Of course, as she was constantly teased about her lips, she became rather feisty about the entire matter, always reminding people who commented on them that “they’re in the exact same position as they were five minutes ago”. But she grew into them, learned how to properly apply lipstick, and it was soon one of the main reasons she had guys falling over her left and right.

Cecilia has ivory skin that’s covered in a thick, dotted blanket of freckles. They’re extremely dense over the bridge of her nose and right underneath her eyes, but they’re all over her body – everywhere from her toes to her lips. She sunburns extremely easily so she almost always puts lotion on with sunscreen mixed with it so she won’t burn. When she does burn, it’ll turn into tan after about a week. If she’s been exposed to the sun a lot, her freckles normally get a lot darker than they regularly are [which isn’t necessarily a good thing]. Her skin is very smooth and nearly always acne free.

Cecilia is the very definition of a redhead. It’s red. Flaming red. And it’s long – about down to the middle of her back. She’s been growing it out since she was about nine – getting it trimmed regularly to keep it healthy. It would be safe to say that she takes a bit more care of it than most people should be allowed to, but with two and a half feet of hair it should be expected. Lia’s hair is naturally pin straight, but she loves to wear it wavy. She messes around with lots of different hair styles as well.

As blue as blue can get, Cecilia’s round and wide eyes draw people in if her plump lips, scattered freckles and flaming red hair have failed to do so. They’re a very particular shade of blue that’s right between dark blue and light blue. They’re flecked with a goldish-yellow shade close to the pupil.

All of Cecilia’s facial features are delicate, almost like a porcelain doll. She has a small nose, button shaped. Her forehead is about three and a half or four fingers long, and she has incredibly high cheek bones. Her ears are on the smaller side and suit her heart-shaped face well.

Physique:

Coming in at 5’8, Cecilia is just a little bit on the taller side. She has long, gangly legs…and well, basically everything on her is gangly. She’s never been one for sports, so her arms and legs have hardly any muscle at all. She also has a mild case of an eating disorder, so she’s very much on the skinny side. Cecilia has always had good posture, and she hardly ever slouches while walking. She has a small bust, with a tiny waist and big hips. Her arms are particularly long and slender.


Personality:

Cecilia is inquisitive. She asks questions. She also isn’t afraid to share her opinion on basically, well, everything. If someone asks how she feels about something, she’s going to be completely honest with them, down to the very last speakable fact she can yank out of her memory. If you want honesty, go to Cecilia. Don’t like the answer? You should have known better to ask. She’s a little bit outspoken, but she doesn’t mind. Unfortunately, though, if you were to ask her a question about herself…well, she might not be so honest. She lies to people to protect them. She doesn’t like when people know if she’s feeling down; she hates to worry people. She won’t tell anyone if she’s not actually okay. When she says things, she knows what she’s getting into; she’s very realistic and decisive, getting from point one to point two a whole hell of a lot faster than most people are capable of, and she almost always just ignores all the other possibilities. She’s very blunt. Cecilia is also insightful and loves critiquing and reviewing people’s work. She spent a lot of her summers at home reading, so she has a lot of useless information stored up in her head she can use to help people become better at what they do. One thing you may notice about her is that she’s hypocritical; she’s honest about nearly everything, except herself. She’s incredibly trustworthy and will go out of her way to encourage her friends to speak what’s on their mind, yet she herself has issues opening up. She has absolutely no problem with allowing herself to do something harmful to herself, yet she hates – HATES seeing other people hurting themselves.

Cecilia is very open-minded and loves listening to new ideas. She rather enjoys debating with her classmates, even teachers, constantly questioning what’s normal, what’s considered real. She believes people should be allowed to do whatever the fuck they want to do, because no matter what, they will always have different circumstances another person might never, ever experience, and after what happened after her parents’ death, she’s always had an issue with people who judged her or her sisters. She’s ambitious and determined, and will always fight to get what she wants………and sometimes….even if it requires hurting someone in the process. She’s a perfectionist and is incredibly hard on herself, rarely liking any of her artwork, no matter how much praise she receives for it. It’s not that she’s looking for more praise – it’s not a matter of wanting people’s compliments – she honestly just doesn’t like her work as easily as other people do. The art she paints is anything and everything from abstract to self-portraits; she has an incredibly vivid imagination and her creativity flows like the Mighty Mississippi River. She has a good sense of humor and loves to laugh. She’s patient when she’s with her friends and will always be around for them, no matter how much she’d rather be doing something else. However, if you’re not one of the lucky people she would consider to be her friend, she may not hear you out. She gets impatient with those people, and sometimes even herself if she feels like she’s not working fast enough on her homework or something.

She’s a very independent person and absolutely hates when people come running to her to save her, as if she were some sort of damsel in distress or something. She realizes she has issues, but she handles them in the best way she possibly can, making steps to improve as best as she can muster, and as much as she sees necessary. She’s proud and hates asking for help from anyone, really. She’s a bit of a know it all and doesn’t really like when she doesn’t know something in class; she’s resourceful, though, and will study if that means getting ahead of her fellow classmates in class. She has good connections with people and she likes to maintain them that way. She likes to be in control, and hates when she’s forced to work on a group project in class because she doesn’t trust anyone else to do the work correctly or the way she know will get them the best grade, so she almost always basically forces the other members of the group to let her do…well, everything. She doesn’t want to risk her grade just because some dumbass didn’t have enough time to do something well, professionally and thoroughly. One thing she’s careful of not doing is drinking or smoking, because she’s got an addictive problem and she knows that if she were to start drinking or smoking, she would be hooked in a snap. And unfortunately, addictions aren’t something she can have control over, so that just wouldn’t go over well because she’s a slight control freak.

She had a rough childhood, and with that rough childhood, came very many issues that Cecilia acquired over the years. One of those issues is definitely that she really struggles to trust people. She struggles hard. She can’t just tell someone a secret without hesitating, without thinking over it, without threatening that person beforehand. She even feels some sort of block when she talks to her best friends about things. There are only three people in the world she completely trusts, and those people are herself, Sophia, and Lottie. Even her best friends, she has problems trusting. However, the problems she has with trusting people because she’s afraid of them spilling have made her into a sort of super computer when it comes to secret-keeping. She’s very trustworthy and won’t utter a word to anyone if someone asks her too. She’s also good at picking up things, so if someone doesn’t warn her not to tell anyone else, but it seems like it’s important enough not to spread around…well, she won’t. Another issue she faces is that she’s absolutely horrified of being abandoned. It’s by far her biggest fear, and she knows that if she were to lose her best friends and her sisters, she’d lose herself too. They keep her down to earth, they keep her happy, they remind her that there’s still good in the world even when it seems as though there isn’t. Lia likes to put on this mask, constantly, that’s she’s fine, but underneath that mask, she’s really just a wreck. She’s emotionally unstable, and has an extremely self-destructive personality. She’s an insomniac and she’s a funny little mix between anorexic and bulimic. When she was younger, she started self-harm. It felt like she could control it. When her parents were fighting, when she couldn’t control anything in the world, she could control her own pain; that’s why she cut herself. It wasn’t because she wanted to feel the pain; it was because she needed to be able to control something. And she needed that reassurance more than anything in the world.


Likes:
+ Sailing. Her family went sailing when she was younger, and it seemed like those were some of the only times her parent’s weren’t fighting. After they died, Lottie would take Sophia and Cecilia to Ireland and they’d go on sailing trips.
+ Art. She loves to paint.
+ The Dark Arts. They’ve always been something that interested Cecilia in a very weird way. She isn’t normally very vocal about her fascination with them, but yeah. The fascination is definitely there.
+ Intelligent discussions debates. Oh, Lia has her opinions, and she has many of them. And she really isn’t afraid to share them. In fact, one of her favorite things to do is share them.
+ Her sisters. Likes doesn’t even begin to cover it. She adores her sisters with every fiber of her being. They were always there for her when her parents weren’t. They were there for each other. And no matter how much they bickered when they were living alone, they got through it. They took care of each other. And they always would.
+ Thunderstorms. ”Lightning. Thunder. The sound of rain. An incredibly beautiful event.”
+ Dueling. Guilty pleasure of hers. She likes to be a little bit of a show-off sometimes. And she almost always wins anyway.
+ Her friends. Cecilia is loyal to her friends, the choice few. They know who they are.
+ Parties. When she was little, she was taken along to hundreds of parties with her parents. She loved everything about them. They were always extravagant, she loved to dress up. She still does, and will take on whatever opportunity she can to go to a party.
+ Laughing. She looooves to laugh. She’s got a good sense of humor as well. She tries pretty hard to look on the bright side of life.
Dislikes:
– Generally speaking, People. There are a lot of types of people she doesn’t like in this world for her own strange reasons. She’s not much of a people person.
– Men. Okay, she has guy friends. She has a harder time learning to be herself around them, because she’s scared they’ll be like her dad.
– Herbology. “Wussiest class known to man.”
– Being humiliated. Lia has a bit of a problem with her pride, you see. She’s sensitive deep underneath her seemingly tough outside, with her snarky comments and swift comebacks…but really, what people say really goes to her head, in the worst way possible.
– Sports. Cecilia really hates sports. Of all kinds, really. Her father liked Quidditch too much, so that just has sore memories. Whenever she tries to fly, she loses control of the broom. She’s just not the athletic type.
– Herself. She really doesn’t like people knowing this. She puts on this really confident façade but deep down, she feels like she can never be good enough for anyone.
– History of Magic. She finds it incredibly dull.
– Overly-clean things. Lia is the exact opposite of a clean freak. She’s a mess freak. It’s probably because she’s a really bad pack rat, but she just has issues with throwing things away. Whenever she’s somewhere and it’s too clean, she feels claustrophobic.
– Younger students. She really doesn’t have the patience for their stupidity.
– Spiders. Arachnophobia, anyone?

History:
Mommy and Daddy were never home when Cecilia Naomi Greengrass was growing up. Daddy, always at work...and if he wasn't at work, earning his fortune, he was either fighting with his wife or sleeping with another woman. Oh, yes, he loved sleeping with other women. He wasn't even ashamed when he brought these women home, to have sex in the bed he and his wife had shared for the past sixteen years. But Daddy wasn't the only one guilty; no, Mommy spent most of her time drinking the misery out of her life or gambling with the excessive amount of money Daddy brought in. She didn't care, though. The Greengrass money would always be there despite her gambling. And she did have a bit of a tendency to get pretty lucky at those Muggle Casinos, so she figured there wasn't any harm in it. And sure, Lia's parents always treated her well. She treated her sisters, Charlotte and Sophia, well too. They just refused to treat each other well, and unfortunately, that had a bigger effect on the girls than they thought it would. They grew up thinking that was how Mommys and Daddys should act to each other. They grew up thinking it was normal.

Alexandra and Isaiah Greengrass truly did want to keep their children happy, though. And they tried. When the girls asked for something, as long as it was reasonable, they would provide. Maybe they hoped these presents, these ostentatious gifts would keep the girls distracted from their parent's fucked up relationship. So when Isaiah and Ali got in a fight, they'd tell the girls to go up into their bedrooms. Their massive bedrooms which were filled with all the wonderful things their parents had bought them. Maybe they would pretend to be princesses when Mommy and Daddy were busy screaming at each other downstairs. Their fights were always nasty, and Isaiah had never been much of a patient man; he tended to lose his temper a lot faster than most men, and he'd even throw a few things in Ali's general direction during the fights, whether it was pots and pans or his own fists. Not only did he abuse his wife emotionally, but physically as well. She had withered. She had tried for so long to be a good wife, but his abuse got to her. That's what reduced her to an alcoholic gambler. She could hardly look at her daughters anymore.

When Lia's parents would fight, she would sit in her bedroom and listen. It was always easy to hear them, and it's not like she wanted to. It was just difficult not to eavesdrop on the people she lived with. And no matter how massive the Greengrass Estate was, she could always hear them. They screamed so loudly, it wouldn't even matter if the entire house had been soundproofed. Hearing them fight was just something the house was so accustomed to. It was a strange night indeed that Lia didn't wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of her Dad hollering at her Mom to shut the fuck up. And as Lia got older, the fights got longer, nastier, more violent - sometimes she could even hear the sound of his fist against her skin - and she couldn't stand to listen. She would find Lottie and Sophia, and they'd lie in one of their bedrooms on the bed and fall asleep together, holding one another close. Sometimes they'd even talk about what life would be like once their parents were divorced - cause that was what happened, wasn't it? When Mommys and Daddys get mad at each other too much; when they stopped loving each other. That was when they'd get a divorce.

Eventually, Lia got her Hogwarts letter and followed her sisters to Hogwarts. She already knew plenty of students there, because her parents always took her and her sisters to those fancy social events. She didn't mind those social events, though. Not only did she get to dress up in pretty dresses, she got to meet new friends and she got out of that damned house. No one at the social parties had any idea about Ali and Isaiah's relationship at home. They kept it on the down low. So at these social events, they'd walk around like a big, happy family, laughing...they acted like civil human beings at the parties. It was around this time that Lia realized the relationship her parents had wasn't normal. But the social events...Lia actually looked forward to them, even though most of the other kids there didn't. But it was because she got to pretend. She and her sisters got to pretend they were normal. They got to pretend they were happy. It was surreal. Like a dream.

She liked Hogwarts. She mostly liked it because she was so far away from her parents. She had friends. She had Sophia [Lottie graduated the year before]. They were her true family, her sisters. They spoke to her, they loved her. Lia's mother sent the occasional letter. It was normally very vague. Never anything about home life. Mostly just the whole "I hope you girls are doing well" bit. It made them nervous, thinking about their mother completely alone in the house with their abusive father. But she was a big girl, right? She'd be able to make it through. They hoped. Lottie and Sophia were older tha Lia, though., adn tehy knew a completely different woman than she did. They could both remember when mom would laugh. Sincerely laugh. When she would smile. Lia couldn't remember anything like that. She wish she could. She wish she could have known the woman her mother was before her husband reduced her to the mess she was.

It was the summer before Lia's second year. Ali and Isaiah were having a fight...again. The third time that week. It was only Tuesday. The girls were all huddled in Lottie's room, laying on the bed, wishing they could make it all go away, make it disappear, make the fighting stop. The screams and yells just got louder and louder and louder. There was no way they could block it out. And then there was an earsplitting bang; the floor shook. They laid there in silence for a few moments. Silence. It almost hurt Lia's ears. It was something she hadn't heard in such a long time. The girls all ran downstairs to see what had happened. And there they lay, Isaiah and Ali Greengrass, dead. Isaiah’s body was completely unscathed; a knife lay on the floor, far away from either one of them, but Ali’s neck had been cut.

Lottie sent a letter to their family immediately, informing them of the news. There was a prompt burial service. The girls would live alone now, all their parents' money and the estate left to them. They could live like Princesses if they wanted to. But they chose not to. They sold the estate [so much to their grandparents dislike, that their grandparents ended purchasing it themselves] and moved to a Cottage in Scotland, where they could start new and leave behind all the horrible memories. Lottie was old enough that she could take care of her two younger sisters sufficiently. She had always been much more of a mother figure to them than Ali, so it wasn't much of a difficult transition.

After their parents death, the girls were bombarded by the people in the Pureblood social circle wondering what the hell had happened between the perfect Isaiah and Ali. “They were happy, weren’t they?” They would ask, staring down at the girls as if it were their fault. “You know, we don’t really know what happened between them. We just came downstairs and they were dead,” Lottie would reply. She would never mention anything about her father sleeping with muggle prostitutes, or her mother gambling money at muggle casinos. They were proud of their blood line, and the concept of their parents fraternizing with muggles was a nearly disgusting thought all together. The rest of them would never know. Lottie felt bad – those people had been her parents’ closest friends ever since they were kids – but they absolutely couldn’t know of what really happened in the Greengrass household. It was a scandal.

Eventually, when the girls were asked questions about what happened, they wouldn’t reply. They haven’t talked about their parents since then and lived their lives together, in the cottage, trying to start their lives over and wipe away the memory of their parents.




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And Finally - -

I, Ellie , 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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[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Accepted.