Post by Mel on Mar 12, 2007 20:04:44 GMT -5
OOC Name/Alias: Mel
Character's Name: Jacqueline Avery
Age; Grade; Occupation: 17; Senior; N/A
Why you've come to Springbrook's: filthy rich parents
Role-play Sample: You believe that you aren't stereotypical of others and attempt not to judge one person as they walk into a room. Surrounded by friends or alone looking nervous and scared. Your first thought? Oh god, that person must be cool because he/she has a ton of friends or on the other side, that person is probably a freak, that's why they're alone hell, maybe they're even high. You hope deep down that those thoughts won't come up whenyou see someone for the first time. But they seem inevitable. That every person is destined to at least be stereotypical of one other person. Mostly it varies from time to time. Depending on your mood, etc. And contrary to popular belief, Rue Marie Cauldwell was no different. She was stereotypical of others and her mind did often wander to various thoughts about others that in all honesty she had no right to make unless she had met him or her.
The thing that seperated her from most of the other people? She never voiced her stereotypes to the few friends she had. No because even if she thought one thing, she could at least keep her prejudices to herself until she met the person she had been so quick to judge. In 9 out of 10 times, the person was generally the stereotype her brain had told her within the first few seconds. Only occasionally did someone out of the ordinary come along and in most circumstances she befriended him or her because they chose to be themselves rather than blend in with the mob of people that constantly waded through the crowded halls of Hogwarts. The ones that stood out and chose to stand out because that was who they were and they were proud of it. Rue respected and admired that quality in many and she seemed to share it as well.
When many people thought of Rue Cauldwell they thought, oh she's a freak. True, she was different, odd, at times walking around with dramatic make up on and a confident small smile on her face. When she didn't have anyone to practice her make-up ideas on she often used herself. Then later on judged if her idea was good or bad by the reactions that people gave or the whispers that she heard through the halls. Many acted like she couldn't hear the rumors that went around about her. How everyone seemed to be under the impression that she was a scitzopherniac because Rue appeared to be talking to someone that never was there when others looked. That whenever they heard her talking and no one answering her back that she was automatically talking to the little "voices" in her head and she was suddenly going to clutch her head as if she was in agonizing pain and fall to the ground whimpering about God was telling her to kill others.
This rumor, the one that almost 90% of the population fully believed with a passion and decided to avoid her gaze or even touching her for fear that is was contagious. If they were going to start rumors about something just because they saw something those people should get their facts straight. Although scitzophrenia was a mental disease it was not contagious and presented itself in teenagers and the elderly. So that last part they had gotten right at least, though Rue doubted that people actually looked up the mental disease. Everyone just excepted what they were told like a blind sheep. No one knew who the starter of the rumors was but they followed them anyway. They believed it all, and why? Because of the simple fact that many people feared what they didn't understand. The main reason for the Salem witch trials, fear. It was a great motivator to say the least.
And now, you must be wondering whether or not this rumor about dear Rue Cauldwell was true. Well...it was utterly and completely false. Speak of the devil himself (just an expression mind you). Glancing to her right a small smile formed on her lips. If one were to look closely, they would see a slightly opaque looking little boy at her side. The light seemed to almost reflect off his see through form. On his cheeks were scratches and streaks of soot while his hands were badly burned along with patches of his clothing. His hair was tossled falling into the little kids eyes though his mouth formed a small smile as he put his ghostly hand through Rue's own arm in order to give her chills. They ran up her spine as she shook her head at him, the little boy with drawing his hand with another sheepish grin. As if he was trying to be embaressed of his actions.
The little boy mumbled softly to himself though he faced Rue herself. She nodded saying something back to him. Who was this little boy, and why associate himself with Rue? How had he died? Those were the questions that someone would ask if they knew he was there. No one did, he made sure of it. And although he was forward with Rue, with everyone else he would disappear in a flash as if he was never there before. Hence the rumors that she heard voices and she was mentally unstable. Maybe Rue was a little off at times, but not entirely insane, nothing that would send her to St. Mungos or a muggle asylum. Her parents and brother knew of the little boy though promised never to say a word. Because some secrets needed to be kept. Not only for the one who the secret was about, but for those who didn't know the secret. They didn't know the danger of knowing that secret.
Here the mysterious Rue Cauldwell sat, outside the room of requirement talking to someone who didn't seem to be there at all...
Character's Name: Jacqueline Avery
Age; Grade; Occupation: 17; Senior; N/A
Why you've come to Springbrook's: filthy rich parents
Role-play Sample: You believe that you aren't stereotypical of others and attempt not to judge one person as they walk into a room. Surrounded by friends or alone looking nervous and scared. Your first thought? Oh god, that person must be cool because he/she has a ton of friends or on the other side, that person is probably a freak, that's why they're alone hell, maybe they're even high. You hope deep down that those thoughts won't come up whenyou see someone for the first time. But they seem inevitable. That every person is destined to at least be stereotypical of one other person. Mostly it varies from time to time. Depending on your mood, etc. And contrary to popular belief, Rue Marie Cauldwell was no different. She was stereotypical of others and her mind did often wander to various thoughts about others that in all honesty she had no right to make unless she had met him or her.
The thing that seperated her from most of the other people? She never voiced her stereotypes to the few friends she had. No because even if she thought one thing, she could at least keep her prejudices to herself until she met the person she had been so quick to judge. In 9 out of 10 times, the person was generally the stereotype her brain had told her within the first few seconds. Only occasionally did someone out of the ordinary come along and in most circumstances she befriended him or her because they chose to be themselves rather than blend in with the mob of people that constantly waded through the crowded halls of Hogwarts. The ones that stood out and chose to stand out because that was who they were and they were proud of it. Rue respected and admired that quality in many and she seemed to share it as well.
When many people thought of Rue Cauldwell they thought, oh she's a freak. True, she was different, odd, at times walking around with dramatic make up on and a confident small smile on her face. When she didn't have anyone to practice her make-up ideas on she often used herself. Then later on judged if her idea was good or bad by the reactions that people gave or the whispers that she heard through the halls. Many acted like she couldn't hear the rumors that went around about her. How everyone seemed to be under the impression that she was a scitzopherniac because Rue appeared to be talking to someone that never was there when others looked. That whenever they heard her talking and no one answering her back that she was automatically talking to the little "voices" in her head and she was suddenly going to clutch her head as if she was in agonizing pain and fall to the ground whimpering about God was telling her to kill others.
This rumor, the one that almost 90% of the population fully believed with a passion and decided to avoid her gaze or even touching her for fear that is was contagious. If they were going to start rumors about something just because they saw something those people should get their facts straight. Although scitzophrenia was a mental disease it was not contagious and presented itself in teenagers and the elderly. So that last part they had gotten right at least, though Rue doubted that people actually looked up the mental disease. Everyone just excepted what they were told like a blind sheep. No one knew who the starter of the rumors was but they followed them anyway. They believed it all, and why? Because of the simple fact that many people feared what they didn't understand. The main reason for the Salem witch trials, fear. It was a great motivator to say the least.
And now, you must be wondering whether or not this rumor about dear Rue Cauldwell was true. Well...it was utterly and completely false. Speak of the devil himself (just an expression mind you). Glancing to her right a small smile formed on her lips. If one were to look closely, they would see a slightly opaque looking little boy at her side. The light seemed to almost reflect off his see through form. On his cheeks were scratches and streaks of soot while his hands were badly burned along with patches of his clothing. His hair was tossled falling into the little kids eyes though his mouth formed a small smile as he put his ghostly hand through Rue's own arm in order to give her chills. They ran up her spine as she shook her head at him, the little boy with drawing his hand with another sheepish grin. As if he was trying to be embaressed of his actions.
The little boy mumbled softly to himself though he faced Rue herself. She nodded saying something back to him. Who was this little boy, and why associate himself with Rue? How had he died? Those were the questions that someone would ask if they knew he was there. No one did, he made sure of it. And although he was forward with Rue, with everyone else he would disappear in a flash as if he was never there before. Hence the rumors that she heard voices and she was mentally unstable. Maybe Rue was a little off at times, but not entirely insane, nothing that would send her to St. Mungos or a muggle asylum. Her parents and brother knew of the little boy though promised never to say a word. Because some secrets needed to be kept. Not only for the one who the secret was about, but for those who didn't know the secret. They didn't know the danger of knowing that secret.
Here the mysterious Rue Cauldwell sat, outside the room of requirement talking to someone who didn't seem to be there at all...
