Jaqueline Thaxon (Jack)

[jack]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

Name:
Jaqueline Alicia Thaxon

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Year:
6

Celebrity:
Lacey Mosley

Facial Properties:
Jaqueline's hair is a few inches past her shoulders, and her natural color is dark brown, but she likes to add hightlights of blonde, copper, and sometimes unnatural colors such as blue, green, pink, purple, or anything else she seems to be attracted to at the time. It is cut in choppy layers, and she sometimes likes to twist them into dreadlocks during the summer. Jaqueline's eyes are more round than oval shaped, and they seem to look always tired or sad because of the slight droopines of them. Her eyebrows arch a little above her eyes, but are almost a straight line across her brow. Jaqueline's eyes are deep-set into her face, and a little wide apart. Thier color resembles a deep teal, and are darker around the pupil, with flecks of grey around the outer rim. Her upper lip curves gently, but both of her lips are thin and straight.


Physique:
Jaqueline stands at about six foot, two inches. She is taller than most girls, but carries herself well, and doesn't slouch like most tall girls tend to do. She has a muscular body, but lean as well, not bulgy at all. She likes to keep in healthy shape, and keep up her toned body with Quidditch and other outdoor exercises. Her hands are soft, but it is apparent that she is a hard worker and nervous at times (due to her down-to-the-quick fingernails). She is not especially well endowed in the chest-area, but enough to get the idea across. Her facial structure is more of an oval, but has strong jaw and cheekbones that make her face a little pointed, but still soft.

Jaqueline has a somewhat punk way of dressing. She has a little of everything mixed all together, so that she never really looks like anything in particular. One day she could be looking quite preppy, the next, almost unrecognizeable in dark eyeliner, bright pink hair, chains, spikes, and jeans with holes ripped all over the place. She is constantly changing and dresses according to her mood when she wakes up. She has a small dying kit that she keeps well stocked so that she can pretty much change her hair at will, and wash it out in a few days time. There is one thing you can always count on with Jaqueline though, and that is heavy black eyeliner. Always.

Personality:
Jaqueline is somewhat of a rebel, but also wants to be a great witch. She does everything she can to be a nuisance to the people/professors she doesn't like, but never anything that would get her expelled. She puts on the bravado of being such a bad-ass, but in her heart, she really just wants acceptance from the people she's trying to live up to. When she puts her mind to it, there is nothing that Jaqueline can't do. Whether it's a homework assignment, a difficult spell, or even a Quidditch maneuver, Jaqueline goes at it with both guns blazing. She's one of those "Try, try again" types whenever she screws something up. She is deeply motivated from all of the expectations coming from her family, so she does everything in her power to better her skills as a witch.

There are very few things that Jaqueline is sensitive about, but when you hit a raw nerve, there is little chance she will ever speak to you again. The most you will get out of her is a stoney-eyed glare from across the corridor. She is very loyal to her friends, but there is a line, and she keeps an eye on how close you are to it. No matter what she is doing, boys are the number one thing on Jaqueline's mind. Where they are, who they are, and how to ring 'em in. When she is in a relationship, she treats her boyfriends well, but they don't always treat her well. She has become a little wary of boys since she has been hurt so much, but nevertheless loves to flirt with a special someone. Jaqueline is a hopeless flirt, and does so with the boys she likes often. The boys she doesn't like, she simply ignores.

Jaqueline is also extremely smart, but hates to do homework, so sometimes she just doesn't do it. Her disreguard for authority and mischevious personality sometimes get her in trouble, but the threat of getting kicked out usually keeps her in check. Jaqueline started off doing everything she could to get amazing grades in school, but after a few years, began to slack off and not care as much. Most of this attitude has come from her strict parents (since they are both from important wizarding families) and thier expectations. Jaqueline kept trying to live up to them, but after a year or two of being told what an 'ungrateful wretch' and 'hopeless layabout' she was, she merely stopped trying and did all she could to annoy her parents.

Jaqueline is also an extremely thoughtful person. You would never guess it, but whenever she sees one of her friends a little down, she tries to figure out what's wrong, and do something special for that person to make them feel a little better. Jaqueline is also thoughtful in the way that she likes to take walks, and sit by the lake or up in a tree, just to think about things. She is often found staring off into oblivion, especially when she is in a tight spot, or worried about something/someone. Jaqueline does not usually like to be interrupted when she is in her 'comatose' state, but when there is something urgent, she usually won't be too with the person who had disturbed her.

Likes:
-boys
-Quidditch
-Potions
-pranking
-slacking off
-hanging out with her friends
-trying new colors in her hair
-sending letters to friends at other schools
-listening to music
-reading

Dislikes:
-liars
-extremely loud people
-being told what to do
-being talked down to
-when things don't work like they should
-being under a lot of stress
-excessive amounts of sunshine
-that she bites her nails
-Charms class
-Hippogriffs

History:
Jaqueline was born into an active wizarding family. All of her cousins, aunts, uncles, and her parents all are strong, able wizards. Ever since she was young, she has felt the pressure to be like them. Her parents had always hinted that if she were to not live up to thier standards, she would never be a true Thaxon. This has motivated and thwarted Jaqueline for as long as she can remember. There was always the support from her parents...as long as she did as she was told and excelled in every way. She soon found that she could not do this, and commited her life to being everything her parents loathed.
More than anything, Jaqueline is scared to go home, because if what she does doesn't quite match up to expectations, her father beats her often. He is one of those wizards who thinks he can do whatever he wants without any consequences. As a child, she would show up at school with bruises, but her teacher's never asked about them, not wanting to "get involved with her home life". She was greatly relieved when she recieved her letter from Hogwarts and was ready by dawn the day she was to board the bus at platform 9 3/4.

There is nothing entirely special about Jaqueline's life at Hogwarts. It is when she goes home when the real trouble begins. When she was a small child, Jaqueline was late coming home from school, her teacher asked her to stay after so that she could help Jaqueline with her math (she was struggling with division). She came home to see her father in a rage. He yelled and screamed at her, demanding to know where she had been, what she thought she was doing, who she thought she was. Jaqueline cowered in a corner, wondering where her mother was, where she could be, and why she was not here to stop her father. Apparently she had been doing the washing earlier, and there was a tub of dirty soapwater near the corner she was trembling in. When she didn't answer any of her father's questions out of complete fear of what he would do, her father grabbed her and held her head down in the soapy water.

Jaqueline'e eyes burned and she opened her mouth in a silent scream of terror. She scratched and clawed at her father's arm above the water, trying to reach the life-giving air that her lungs were bursting for. Stars formed in the corners of her eyes and she could feel herself losing energy. Just when she thought she could stand it no longer, her father pulled her head up by the hair which was dripping with transluscent bubbles and oily water-droplets. Jaqueline's breaths came in great gasps, and she choked on a small amount of liquid that had forced it's way into her mouth. Salty tears mingled with the screams and bitter taste of her mother's soapwater as Jaqueline tried to control herself enough to get away the clutching hand. Her father flung her away like a rag doll, and Jaqueline gathered up her last vestiges of strength and ran into her room, locking the door behind her, dripping tendrils of hair stickikng to her hands as she turned the doorhandle. She sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably and passed out in the middle of her room, where she awoke the next morning.

Ever since that day, Jaqueline has steered well clear from her father. She did everything she was supposed to, and avoided him at every cost. The older she grew, the more defiant she became. She was no longer the helpless girl she was that fateful day, and the stronger she grew, the less scared she became of her father, and vengence against her father controlled her life. She keeps herself in top physical condition so that, should her father ever try somehthing like that again, she would be ready. To this day Jaqueline won't go anywhere near the water. She doesn't even like rain that much. It terrifies her in every way, and she often has nightmares about the memory that overshadows all others.

Hope this is long enough, I can add more if you want...

ABOUT YOU

Name:
Abbie

Years of Experience:
About two or three literately, over all, about six.

Sample Post:
A steady breeze was swirling in the lone window, past the decorative fern placed on the nightstand beside Jaqueline's bed. It whispered between her hair as it circulated around her room in an attempt to escape back into the world, to be free of this confinement. Jacqueline shivered for a moment, goosebumps running up her arms and she ran her hands up and down them. Pushing herself up off the floor, she headed lazily over to the open window and placed her hands on the top of the pane. She was about to slam it down, cutting off the escape route of the struggling wind, but something caught her attention.

A slight rapping on the bottom corner of her window had reached her ears. Reaching down, Jaqueline pushed the window up as far as she could and stuck her head outside, searching the sides of the house for signs of an intruder, or whatever had been tapping at her window. She suspected her neighbor and best friend, Nicole Baron. She would always come by when her parents were fighting and she wanted a break. Jaqueline's eyes scanned the small space between her house and the next, but there was nothing. No footprints, no birds or other small animals that could have made the noise...nothing.

She was about to return to her room and shut the window like she had originally planned to, shen she felt a strange sensation to look upward. Tilting her head up, her eyes met those of a dark brown owl. She was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide and questioning, then she let out a shriek and pulled her head back into her room. This would have been the end of it had she not pulled in a little too fast and smacked the back of her head into the pane behind her. Taking this small pause to his advantage, the owl landed next to her on the window sill and tapped her with a large letter it held in it's (rather sharp looking) beak. Her hand clasped to the back of her head, Jaqueline spun quickly to stare at the bird. She could hardly shut the window now, since the bird was standing in the middle of it, and if she tried to close it, the bird would likely fly right into her room. Jaqueline reached out with a trembling hand and snatched the letter away from the bird.

The owl, thinking this rather rude of her, hooted in protest and turned to leave. He flapped his wings a few times and lifted off out of the window, leaving a few talon-marks in the white-wash paint. Jaqueline stared after it again, still unable to believe that an owl, in mid-day, when they were supposed to be sleeping, had just delivered a letter to her. Chewing nervously on a thumbnail, she pulled her head back into her room (missing the window this time) and shut it, locking the top with a 'click'.

Jaqueline stared down at the letter that had arrived in the mail. The lettering was precise and flourished, printed in bright red ink. The seal on the back depicted a badger, a snake, a lion, and a raven, all embossed in bright red wax that Jaqueline couldn't help but stroke with the tip of her finger. Her fingers tingled as she handled the letter, for she had never recieved a letter before. Her friends were not keen on writing by hand, but would rather use the telephone. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..." she whispered to herself. She had never heard of the place, but was excited all the same. Jaqueline ran into her father's office and opened a dark mohogany drawer. Digging around for a few moments, her fingertips found the object they had been pursuing. She closed the drawer quietly, a brighly shining gold letter opener enclosed in her tight fist.

Sliding the letter opener between the wax seal and the paper envelope, she did her best to preserve the magnificent seal. She got halfway but the wax snapped, destroying the beautiful figure bound in the wax. Her eyes flickered a moment in frustration but she continued to open the letter, her stomach churning in nervousness. Turning the flap of the envelope up, she plucked the thick letter from it's resting place, and unfolded the contents. The letter was penned in the same bright red ink and precise print. She opened the folds with bated breath, reading aloud:

"Dear Jaqueline Thaxon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Jaqueline stared down at the letter, a puzzled look on her face. A thousand questions floated around in her head and was only interruped by heavy footsteps outside the office door. Jaqueline looked up as her father entered the room. Terrance was a tall figure, like his daughter would be later in life (if her brother and herself shared the same growth spurt at the age of 12). He looked at her quizzically over his bushy moustache, like he couldn't quite figure out why his daugher would be in his study. He towered over her, his shadow falling across Jaqueline, whose face betrayed nothing innocence. "Jack," he questioned in a low baritone, "What have you got there, eh?" He started towards her, but Jaqueline stuck the letter behind her back, tucking it into the back of her pants. "Nothing."


Other: Blackboard

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

I'm afraid we're not accepting applications until the Grand Re-Opening on June 30th.

So, I'm going to store this thread until then. But, I promiseyou it will be the first to be reviewed.

This was a lovely application, but I think you overlooked something...

• Do not edit the alignment. I put a specific alignment on there for a reason. That is how I want to view them. If I am going to take time out of my life to read your application, I want it to be how I formatted it.

  
  
  Thankyou anyway,
  
  ~Jen xx
  
  

[jack]

*Slaps face* Sorry, I have a tendency to center everything I write now because of the other Harry Potter site I was on.

Did I fix it right?

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Yep, the alignment is fine now ^^

But, you've got the 'Other' section wrong; have another look through the rules, and make sure you didn't miss out 'The Rules (Part Two)'.

[Devona Edgecombe]

I'd like to see some more Dislikes and Likes please considering that the minimum number for both of the sections was 10 points (or more). Also you might want to re-check your character's name since often it seems to be confused with an 'Adrienne'...

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Ok, this is your last chance to resubmit before we move this thread to the rejected pile.

You haven't given us the minimum number of likes/dislikes. Please change this ASAP.

~Jen xxx

[jack]

Well, I fixed everything you told me was wrong

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

You seemed to have ignored Trish's advice - you keep putting 'Adrienne' instead of 'Jaqueline'.

I'm going to be kind and give you one more chance to change this, but be aware - you're cutting this extremely fine.

[jack]

Oooh, I didn't get what she meant by that.

fixed

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Finally!

Accepted.

I pondered for a while as to which house Jaqueline would be best suited to. But in the end, it had to be Gryffindor.

~Jen xxx