VANHOLSTYN, Jamison <3

[misa]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Bizantium.
Gender: I think I'm a girl.
Age: Nineteen in August, homes!
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: I wouldn’t know what to do with it.
Years of RPG Experience: Iono, a year and like, seven months?
Other: [removed by admin]

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

How did you find us? Abs.
What about ISS inspired you to join? Free cupcakes.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Do I ever?

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: "Well, it's pretty complicated. I'll admit, when I was younger, I hated my name. Teachers at my Muggle elementary school would always pronounce it wrong, and then I'd get mad, and things would get ugly. But once I got accepted to Hogwarts, my name wasn't once pronounced wrong by the professors. I mean, yeah, it looks complicated on paper, but really, it's not. Maybe I just say that because I've lived with it for sixteen years. Anyway, my full name is Jamison Leigh VanHolstyn. Last name's pronounced like Van-hole-steen. I know, sweet, right? But anyway, I'm only called Jamison on the first day of school or when my Great-Aunt Millie is pissed at me. Actually, when I sign my name, even for like, unprofessional documents, I use Jamison, just because I like it. But to my friends, I go by Misa, pronounced Mee-sa. So, in short? Misa VanHolstyn. Haha, I guess I could have said that, but I figured I should be thorough."

Age: "Age is really only a number, y'know? I don't know why it's so freakin' important. I mean, yeah, I'm seventeen, a big adult, able to do magic on my own, and live on my own. Big deal. I don't really think age matters."

Gender: "Girl all the way, baby. I love my boobs; I'll just tell you that right now."

Year: "I just happen to be in my sixth year at Hoggy Warty Hogwarts. So, that means I get free periods, and I'm done with my O.W.L's, thank God."

Face Claim: Chelsea Staub

Canon or Original? Orig', homeskillet.

Facial Properties: "Um, I don't know, I guess I have a nice face? I mean, I like it. I've got big, brown eyes, and decent eyebrows. My eyelashes are kinda long. Um, my nose is pretty normal, I guess, and my cheekbones are pretty defined. My lips are pretty full and wide for a white girl. My teeth are straight, and pretty white, thanks to all the teeth brushing I do. Um, Great-Aunt Millie always told me my face was kinda oval shaped, but I don't really see it. Whatever. My chin's kinda prominent, I guess, and I don't have freckles. Why does it really matter?"

Physique: "Uh, I don't know, I'm skinny and white? This is such a dumb question; you're looking at me right now. Okay, Um, I have long, dirty blonde hair. It's usually wavy. My shoulders are kinda small, and so are my arms and legs. I'm not a twig or anything, I just don't have a lot of fat on my body. My boobs are kinda small, I'll admit it. But I like them. Just sayin'. Uh, my stomach's pretty flat, but I don't really work-out or anything. Jesus, why is this a question? It's so awkward."



Wand Type: "Yeah, okay, so, my wand? Seriously, it's like, my best friend. When I went to Ollivander's when I was eleven and stuff, I was nervous, because I'm like, new at all this. I mean, I had no clue what I was getting into or anything. So, I walk in, and there's this old guy standing behind the counter, showing this little boy how to hold this stick, right? And I'm all, 'That's it? A polished stick?' Whatevs. So, I go up to the counter, and I tell him my name. He walks into the back, right, and comes back with this dusty box, and he's all, 'The wand chooses the witch, Miss VanHolstyn,' and I'm like, snorting, like, 'Okay, whatever.' So, he takes out this brown stick and hands it to me, right, and the minute it touches my fingers, this random warmth shoots up my arm and there's wind around me, blowing loose papers and quills all over his store. And I was all, 'Woah.' And I knew right then, that my wand was going to be the shiz. I asked Mr. Ollivander what it was made of before I left. Maple, Eleven inches, unicorn hair. I love it to death. Oh, and her name is Gertrude. I call her Gerti. She's the best."

Wand Expertise: "The best luck I seem to have with her is when I do anything with Transfiguration."

Patronus: "You know, I never understood my Patronus. I've only done it like, once, and McGonagall told me it was a Gazelle. I don't get the resemblance. But my Great-Aunt Millie just laughed when I told her. She told me I'd get it someday. Whatever; she's an old bat."

Boggart: "Oh, my God, is that even a question? Mine would be a swarm of hornets. I don't know what it is , but just thinking about them gives me the chills. I don't know...I've never even been stung, they just scare the kidneys out of me."

Personality:

Realist, Smart & Quick-witted

"I won't sugar coat stuff. If you ask me a question or for advice, I'll tell it like it is. 'Look on the bright side!' You won't ever hear me say that. Not even when I'm drunk. Like, okay, if my friend really wants an honest opinion on an outfit, I not one to tell her what looks good and what she can improve on. I'll give it to her straight. I'll tell her if her ass looks huge. And, well, I'm not stupid. I mean, I do really well in school. Top marks in almost all my classes. I don't love homework or anything, but I know when it's time to study. I don't know, I guess I've always been pretty interested in my studies. History's my favorite subject. Maybe it has to do with all those books Millie made me read to her when she was knitting. Um, I guess you could say I'm quick-witted. I'd go with sarcastic, though. It's like this; If a person wants to try and say something rude, or put me down, I'll verbally destroy them. It's as simple as that. You could call it a self-defense mechanism. I just call it, 'Don't fuck with me.'"

Independent

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, I don't really use the word 'independent' to describe me, but since I can't really think of a substitute; that'll have to do. I guess I just don't like it when people try to help me with stuff. Like, okay, let's say I'm sitting in Charms, and I have no idea how to do this freakin' summoning charm, right? So, I need to know how to do it. Well, Owen Conrad sits next to me in that class, and he's like, a beast at everything school-ey. So, a normal person would just lean over and ask him if they're doing the right hand movement. But me? Absolutely not. I'm determined to do everything myself. There must be some deeply rooted issue that makes me be that way, but I don't know what it is. Great-Aunt Millie always says it's because I was left alone a lot when I was a kid, but all of my memories from being a kid always involve her being right there next to me. I don't know, maybe it has something to do with my parents. Whatever, I don't care. I just know that I'm my own person, and I can handle my own problems."

Outspoken & Dependable

"If I don't like the way you're acting towards me, or something of that nature; believe me; I will make it known. I'm not to act like I like you, or pretend like I'm actually paying attention to what you're saying if I'm bored with our conversation. It's just how I am. Like I said earlier, I tell it like it is. If I think you're being a bitch to my friend, I will step the hell in and say something. But, it also goes the other way around. If I like a guy, I'll tell him. I'm just not one to keep secrets. Well, I'm not one to keep my own secrets. If one of my friends wants to tell me something personal, they're sure I'm not going to say anything. I'm really dependable. Like, okay look, I may not want to depend on my friends, but my friends can always depend on me. Like, if I tell them I'm going to be somewhere at a certain time to meet them for something, I'll be damned if I don't show up on time. And if my friends need someone to vent and yell at, I'll listen without a word. I'm always there for my friends, holding them up when they can't stand alone. I've always been that way."

Tomboy (To an extent)

"Alright, so, I guess you could say I'm a tomboy. But it's not to the extreme. I mean, I can tolerate a dress now and then if I think it looks good or it's my style. But you absolutely will not see me running around in little mini-skirts and high heels. I don't obsess about my lipgloss, I don't take four hours to do my hair, and I sure as hell don't give a damn about my nail beds. I mean, I know how to take care of my body, don't get me wrong. Like, okay, I can tell when I need my hair cut, or when it's time to change eye shadow colors. Like, I have my moments to be girly, and I have my moments when I can totally be one of the guys. But I totally prefer to be one of the guys. Like, for instance, I hate flirting. I think it's bullshit. If you like me, just tell me and we'll go from there, you know? I hate lead-up in general. Girls aren't usually like that, are they?"



Likes:
+ Seashells
+ The color purple
+ Penguins
+ Reading
+ Candles
+ Post-it Notes
+ Pictures
+ Blankets
+ Summer
+ Mud
+ Hockey
+ Singing
+ Famous Muggle Bands
+ Jeans
+ Junk Food

Dislikes:
– Shopping
– Leg Hair
– Getting dressed up
– Her parents
– Silence
– Carbonated Drinks
– Sluts and Whores
– Flirting
– The sun
– Sand

History:


Family }

Isabel Tyler - Mother (Deceased)
Blake VanHolstyn- Father- 31 yrs.
Milred McAfee- Great Aunt- 74 yrs. ( Legal Guardian)


"Well, let's see. I've only met my dad, like, twice. My mom died when I was born, and I don't know much about her. My Great-Aunt Millie doesn't really talk about her. I don't know why, though. She won't say. So, my parent's lives up until I was born is a complete mystery to me. I don't care, anyway. All I have are some old diary entries and letters that my Great-Aunt Millie found when she was going through my mom's old things."

Misa takes out the first piece of paper in the small pile on her lap, unfolds it, and reads it out loud;

"Dear Diary,

My boyfriend is so amazing. We're so in love, and I can't wait to graduate High School and marry him. Blake is the best thing that's ever happened to me. He makes me want to be a better person, and when we're together, it's like nothing I've ever experienced. I love him so--"

Misa folds the paper, puts it back in the pile and rolls her eyes;

"Blah blah blah, she just goes on and on about how perfect he is. I have some other ones that basically say the same thing. They're all just mushy and lame. Oh, here's an important one."

She pulls out another piece, reads it aloud;

"Dear Diary,

Blake's moving. I don't know what's happening, or what's going on, or how it all came to be, but he's leaving. He's going to be two hours away from me, and I don't know how to make sure that he'll never forget me. I have an idea, though. The last night we spend together, I'm going to lose my virginity to him. That's how much I love him. He'll see how much I care, and then he'll never leave me. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Love, Isabel."

Misa scoffs and folds the paper, stuffing it a little roughly back into the pile, shaking her head.

"She was really stupid. So, then, she writes this letter, right? I don't know how I got it, my dad must have sent it back with his reply or something. Just listen to how dumb this sounds."


She unfolds a longer piece of paper; this one looks more worn, like it's been read many times.

"Dearest Blake,

I miss you like the sun misses the sky, or the stars miss the moon.

Life without you next to me is almost unbearable. Mother said I could come visit you soon if I was good and did all my chores. Wouldn't you love that?

There's something else I want to tell you, too. And I don't know when I'll get to see you next, so here it goes.

I'm pregnant.


When I first found out, I was really scared. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I'm going to have your baby, Blake.

We're going to have a baby. I can't wait to see you.

We both love you.

Always Yours,

Isabel."

Misa keeps her eyes on the paper for another second longer before looking away and folding it up quickly, taking out the next one in the stack and unfolding it without another word.


"Isabel,

I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm not ready to have a kid.

I really am sorry.

But it's over. I met this girl here; her name's Francine. She's great.



Blake."



Misa stares at this one a little longer, her eyes glistening just a tiny bit before she folds this piece up and shoves it back in the pile. Looking down at the stack, she speaks without looking back up.

"He didn't even offer to help her. He didn't see if she was okay, he didn't ask if she needed anything. He didn't care about my mom, and he sure didn't care about me."


She looks back up.


"My mom didn't write much after that. Great-Aunt Millie told me that she spiraled into this huge depression. Wouldn't come out of her room, ever. My gramma was really worried. Whatever, the point is, he left her without a single backward glance, and then she had me and died just after I was born. I was supposed to go and live with my gramma, but she died right after my mom. The doctors said it was because she was so upset about her daughter's sudden death. Anyway, the only living relative I had left that was even willing to take care of me was Millie. She was my gramma's sister, and she knew a lot about what had happened before I was even born. So, I went to live with her. I'm American, so, I was born in Louisiana, and then when my mom died, I moved to California with Millie. I owe that old bitty my life. She's a tough old broad. She was like, two years short of sixty when she took me on. I know, right? She's insane."

"So, anyway, my childhood was obviously a lot different from everyone else's. I mean, when all these other little kids were outside playing in their sprinklers and learning 'Yellow Submarine', I was inside, practicing the art of origami and reading one Shakespearean sonnet a day to help improve my reading by the time I started middle school. It's like this in between building for Muggles. Anyway, I was a pretty smart kid when I was little; and I learned things a lot faster than most did. Great-Aunt Millie made absolutely sure that I was well-rounded in every aspect of my life."


"Alright, let's see. I started showing magical abilities when I was like, seven. Great-Aunt Millie was a Muggle, but both my parents were wizards. She didn't really know anything about being a witch, but when someone came to explain to us what I was and where I had been accepted to school, she tried her hardest to help make the transition a good one. She let me start reading children's stories from wizards, along with regular trips to Diagon Alley when I was a kid. By the time I was eleven, I pretty much did all my shopping by myself. The only part that was weird for me was getting a wand, because I'd never really seen one before. But other than that, I had being a witch down pat. So, I went off to Hogwarts on the first day, really excited to learn what my parents used to be."

"My dad actually tried to visit me a couple of times when I was in school. He'd come back, meet me in the concourse, and pretend that we were best friends. He'd buy me all kinds of things when he came, trying to buy my affection. By the fourth time he'd come with a different girlfriend. I finally told him that he needed to get the fuck out of my life and never come back. I haven't seen him since. And I gotta tell you, I'm not sorry. And I don't miss him. He was never around then, why should I want him now? So, anyway, I'm going into my sixth year, and I'm seventeen. I can do magic all I want. I'll admit, it's really nice. But anyway, since Hogwarts is so damn far away from Cali, Great-Aunt Millie ponied up the dough for me to get my own little flat in London that I can go home to for little holidays. I still spend Christmas and summer holidays with her, though. I mean, c'mon. I owe that old bitty my life. So, anyway, that's me up until now.

And, I gotta say, I can't wait to see what's coming up next."


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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Biz, 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.

[khai]

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