Ashlynn Foxwillow

[foxwillow]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Ashlynn Christal Foxwillow
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: 6th Year
Celebrity: Megan Fox

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Her eyes are a gentle blue in color, and a tad bit of silver or gray in them as well. Her lips are fuller then some, a pale rosy color with that cute pouty look to them. Her face is slender, and clear; no blemishes adorn her face. She doesn't have very prominent cheek bones, but a little blush still brings them out. A darker brown color claims her hair, with a slightly hint of natural red highlights. A slight tan lingers over her skin; an even tone.


Physique: A tall slender thing she is, a slight tan etching over her whole body. Most of the fat that could have lingered on her hips was long gone due to years of eating right and being incredibly active. Small boned, and a narrow waist are two of the other things this girl has. Her shoulders are defined, but by no means broad, shes a small girl, with height on her side. She's got a tattoo on her hand of small paw prints leading from the underside of her wrist to in between her middle and ring fingers. She's got a long, slender neck, and a good sized bust...

Personality: Ashlynn is compassionate, overly caring, head-strong, daring, spirited, Unreserved and pioneering. She's a philanthropist, with neurotic tendencies. She can be completely benevolent, but if you piss her off she can be an introvert. She tends to lash out when things make her feel uncomfortable. She come in mostly two shades, an average everyday person, or a chipper ball of sunshine. You rarely get one without the other with her. She's definitely cynical, and it's hard for her to trust people. But please don't stop trying to befriend her, she warms up after a bit. She tends to be a chatterbox when either tired, or nervous, please forgive her if she talks your ears off, it dulls after a while.

Sometimes she falls into these little "pity me" moods where all she wants is for herself to be right, and everyone else to be wrong. If she has the guts to admit this theres no need to tell her-- She already knows. She sometimes has shy spats where she will refuse to do anything that she hasn't volunteered herself for. When she meets people, she can't help but wonder why they are talking to her in the first place, but after a few moments she warms up and tries to find a friend in them.

She tries to see the good in everyone, and that's usually how she gets hurt. To those that she is loyal to, she'll never leave their side, where as most others she wouldn't feel bad to just walk away, and wander off on her own. She's not one to listen to another's idea, if she has one of her own that she believes will work. She fights for what she wants, and believes in, no matter the cost to herself. Though she does have a dark side. She likes to manipulate people into getting what she wants, even if it sometimes isn't right. She can be really bad about spreading rumors when you've pissed her off, but she wont say anything bad about you; Savvy?

Her big fears are being alone forever, The Dark, Never finding someone that loves her for her, and growing up. Sure some of those fears are childish, but they are real and true fears for her. Being alone forever entails that she'd never find friends that would be at her side till she was old and gray, no one to talk to in the older ages. The dark holds many evil things, even your mind contorts the most innocent things into creatures that could eat you up in seconds. Never feeling love, that feeling that seems to be the light in all dark places. And finally growing up, she doesn't want to get old, be wrinkly and forget her most important things. It's like a death wish for her.

Ash loves to draw, and see the looks on peoples faces when they see her art, or when she gives it to them. She rarely keeps her own art. Her journal is filled with things that she's found; a feather, a pretty flower, and even different scribbles of thoughts on each item. Speaking of her journal, she writes like a madwoman! Inside that journal of hers is a multitude of jinxes that she's created, the many thoughts she's had over the years, and even the few descriptions of crushes and boyfriends she's had over the years. Ah, and those jinxes I told you she's created. Yeah, she likes using them on people that pick on her or piss her off, it's loads of fun on a rainy day.

Likes:

[x] Boys
[x] Transfiguration
[x] Writing
[x] Her cat, Lynx
[x] Drawing
[x] Meeting people
[x] Creating Jinxes
[x] Seeing that those jinxes work
[x] Care of Magical creatures
[x] Socializing
[x] Painting
[x] Swimming
[x] Making her own food

Dislikes:

[x] Christmas
[x] The typical assholes who prey on girls...
[x] Liars
[x] Being alone
[x] Having to serve detention
[x] Bigger kids who pick on others smaller then them
[x] Teachers who are full of themselves
[x] Potions, they are her bane
[x] Overly depressed people
[x] Tattlers
[x] Snotty people
[x] Overly talkative girls.

History: Ashlynn was born to a normal family in a wizarding town just outside of London. Her mother had gone to Beauxbatons as a child, and her father had gone to Durmstrang. Since both didn't much like their schools growing up, they made sure that any and all of their children would go to Hogwarts. Ashlynn, at six year old, who had began showing signs of magical powers since she was two, finally realized that she could make cookies come to her from the cookie jar. When she would try to get them normally, her mother would catch her and scold her, but after she realized that she could do this, she was not caught for a few months after.

At eight years old little Ash got her first broom for her birthday. She was born to fly, or so her parents said. She loved to fly around on that broom, but one windy day she fell off of her broom and broke her arm. She never saw her broom again. At nine, she spotted a embroidered diary laying on a shelf in a bookstore in Diagon Alley. After begging her mother and father for nearly half an hour, she was able to purchase the diary and take it home with her.

It was only a year later when she created her own charm that made her quill write down her thoughts for her so she wouldn't have to say them out loud like the Quick Quotes Quill. She was delighted at this new discovery, even more so now that her parents couldn't hear what she was writing, and her hand wouldn't cramp. Later in the year, around Christmas time, she was woken up by the sound of something heavy hitting the floor downstairs where the den was. Thinking it was Santa, she quickly scampered out of bed and out of her room. Quietly, as to not frighten Santa away, she crept toward the railing at overlooked the den. Covering her mouth instantly after looking down, she spotted her father lying dead beneath the Christmas tree, and her mother held up against the wall at wand point by someone she had never met before.

"You knew I'd find you Andra, it was only a matter of time." the voice sneered, as her mother struggled in vain against the magic that bound her. "Let me go Brodi, your not a murderer! Please, don't kill anyone else." her mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "No, the Brodi you knew wasn't a killer, but times change Andra. I'll take that ring back now." he mused, before looking down at the womans hand. Ash looked down at the aqua hued ring that hung from the silver chain that her mother had given as an early Christmas present.

A loud howl of anger caused her to look once more to the two as the Brodi man noticed that the ring was no longer in Andra's possession. "Where is it Andra! Tell me now!" the man snarled. By now Andra had noticed her small daughter watching in fear. Ash noticed the look in her eyes and with a silent sob, she tore back into her room and grabbed the emergency bag she'd packed a few days before when they'd received a strange warning letter. Quickly she grabbed up her journal and her other cherished things and went out onto her balcony where her broom was waiting. Pulling her traveling cloak on she got on her broom and flew to her grandparents house in Scotland.

By the time she'd landed there, she was nearly starved to bones, and was about ready to fall off of her broom. After a day or so of resting she told her grandparents of what had occurred, and together they traveled back to her house. The place was torn to shreds and her parent's bodies had not been moved. Finally after three days, Ash broke down and cried. Her grandfather apparated to the Ministry to report the murders and what Ash had told him, while her grandmother took her to her aunt Marie's house and was told she'd be living there. A few months later they caught the man and put him in Azkaban, and later read the contents of her parents wills. When she came of age, the house, and all it's contents were hers.

Her Aunt was very kind to her, and bought her her cat Lynx, and her first owl Torrent. But nothing was ever the same for her. She didn't want to grow up and become mean like that man who was now rotting away in Azkaban, but then again she remembered how much her parents loved each other and she wanted to experience that one day... She had nightmares for a few years to come, and she grew afraid of the dark when every dark shadow turned into that man, or some other evil creature.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Alina
Years of Experience: Um. 4 or 5 years?
Sample Post:

It was never safe for someone to walk down the city streets, even more if that someone stood out as the two tone haired, loner did. Not that her style wasn't normal, or seen often, it was more difficult then that. She knew there had been a war, she knew that a lot of people either fled or died, and she knew about the Wolfiends.. Any of her kind did.. or at least they should if they wanted to continue their lives like they did. But still, with all the dangers.. Echo had a lot to do. She needed new clothes for a start, and some more eyeliner.. never can have enough of that stuff. And also, she needed to escape the woods for a little bit-- it was just to dramatic, and unworthy of her time.

Echo cringed mentally as she spotted a whole gaggle of those talkative bunches, who always have at least five or six girls with those squeaky voiced that make you want to rip off your own ears... And the worst part of it surprisingly wasn't the talkers, it was the couples.. It wasn't like she thought it was gross or anything, more along the lines of absolutely painful to watch. Ok, here's a little secret about Echo here.. She's not.. Well she's got a lot of emotional scars.. Most linked to the same problem.. boys.

All the guys she'd ever met up till now, had been grade A assholes. Like the kind that get you to fall head over heels, date you for a year, then get bored and look around for something better... while they're still involved with you... Yeah.. she was a bit iffy on guys. It didn't stop her from flirting and admiring, but commitment was a bit scary to her still. It had been a few months since that had actually occurred... but it's written somewhere I'm sure, that girls heal slower then guys when it comes to emotional wounds. Hand her a physical wound any day, but stay away from her with emotional trauma.

Anyways. Her hair was, as it always is, straightened with her blond bangs parted to the left. Her jeans were a torn, holey mess, the left leg of the damn things had two holes, the right one. Her blue t-shirt looked more along the lines of a tank top about now.. It suited her.. but she still needed new clothing. Ice blue eyes stared straight in front of her, while she tried her best to look like she belonged there, walking down the sidewalk of a human town. 'God this is annoying...' she thought to herself, paired with an aggravated mental sigh. It was always like this... on edge around beings who the majority of their population hated or despised wolves.. and also worrying about being jumped by your own.. What a life huh? Echo sighed again, this time it was outside her mind, which earned her a few odd looked. Though the owners quickly looked away with one glance from the girl.

As she walked she noticed a definite increase in the amount of children that occupied the sidewalk and surrounding areas... 'Damn ice cream man..' she groaned... But then again the idea of ice cream really didn't sound so bad right now, especially with this heat. Slowly she approached the cart that held the ice cream, and to her surprise there was no line right now. "Can I get a cherry Popsicle? Please?" she asked the guy behind the cart, her outlined blue eyes eying him slightly. Her voice sounded a bit unused, like maybe she hadn't talked to much recently, but it still had a deep underlying beauty to it... Thankfully. "Sure miss, that'll be one twenty five please." he replied. Nodding slightly she reached into her back pocket and slowly grabbed out her wallet.

Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Very nice

Accepted.

Ashlynn has been sorted into Gryffindor.