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tracey ann davis
Nicknames: Trace
Age: sixteen
Gender: female
Blood Type: pure
Birthday: February 14
Year: sixth
Wand: silver lime, veela hair, 10 inches
House: Will be filled by admin unless you are a canon
Patronus: doe
Alliances: neutral
Age: sixteen
Gender: female
Blood Type: pure
Birthday: February 14
Year: sixth
Wand: silver lime, veela hair, 10 inches
House: Will be filled by admin unless you are a canon
Patronus: doe
Alliances: neutral
Likes: reading, alone time, respect, boys, shopping, chocolate.
Dislikes: disrespect, being laughed at, being ignored, being interrupted while reading a good book, peppermint, dumb people.
Weaknesses: boys, especially boys that play quidditch; chocolate, cloths
Strengths: love of reading, willingness to be friends with everyone, desire to succeed
Amortentia: books, fresh cut grass, roses
Riddikulus: the dark, not in the childish way, but rather because one never knows what might be lurking in the dark places.
Expecto Patronum: It used to be when she learned how to read, but it is now the memory of her first kiss. When she thirteen, she went home for Christmas. A boy was visiting his grandparents; he was from Australia. Of course Tracey thought he was cute. She watched him flying with his dad and brothers while they played quidditch. When the boy landed, he came to her and introduced himself. The two got together nearly every day of Christmas break. When he had to leave, he came to say goodbye and before he left he gave Tracey a sweet, and yes romantic, kiss.
Dementor: When she had to watch the boy leave for Australia.
Mirror of Erise: To have a job that means something.
Personality: Tracey would not be described as shy. She loves to make people laugh and will do most anything to be the center of attention. Though she's rather quiet and more friendly than other Slytherin, she earns her house reputation well. When she wants something she knows how to get it. She will flirt and manipulate her way in with someone who has something she wants or needs and when she's done she tosses them aside. Though that might classify her as a bitch, she doesn't care and wont let anyone bring her down.
When it comes to companionship, Tracey is a loyal friend. She will be there for her friends as long as the situation doesn't have the chance for it to lead to her getting embarrassed. Tracey can't stand to be made fun of so if any situation has the risk that she might be laughed at, she will do what she can to save her own skin. When it comes to romance however, she is a little more lenient, but only if she really cares about the person. If she knows that what they have is more than a fling, she will be more likely to act like a fool than if it's just a passing fancy. Tracey is a hopeless romantic, but is afraid to show it.
Dislikes: disrespect, being laughed at, being ignored, being interrupted while reading a good book, peppermint, dumb people.
Weaknesses: boys, especially boys that play quidditch; chocolate, cloths
Strengths: love of reading, willingness to be friends with everyone, desire to succeed
Amortentia: books, fresh cut grass, roses
Riddikulus: the dark, not in the childish way, but rather because one never knows what might be lurking in the dark places.
Expecto Patronum: It used to be when she learned how to read, but it is now the memory of her first kiss. When she thirteen, she went home for Christmas. A boy was visiting his grandparents; he was from Australia. Of course Tracey thought he was cute. She watched him flying with his dad and brothers while they played quidditch. When the boy landed, he came to her and introduced himself. The two got together nearly every day of Christmas break. When he had to leave, he came to say goodbye and before he left he gave Tracey a sweet, and yes romantic, kiss.
Dementor: When she had to watch the boy leave for Australia.
Mirror of Erise: To have a job that means something.
Personality: Tracey would not be described as shy. She loves to make people laugh and will do most anything to be the center of attention. Though she's rather quiet and more friendly than other Slytherin, she earns her house reputation well. When she wants something she knows how to get it. She will flirt and manipulate her way in with someone who has something she wants or needs and when she's done she tosses them aside. Though that might classify her as a bitch, she doesn't care and wont let anyone bring her down.
When it comes to companionship, Tracey is a loyal friend. She will be there for her friends as long as the situation doesn't have the chance for it to lead to her getting embarrassed. Tracey can't stand to be made fun of so if any situation has the risk that she might be laughed at, she will do what she can to save her own skin. When it comes to romance however, she is a little more lenient, but only if she really cares about the person. If she knows that what they have is more than a fling, she will be more likely to act like a fool than if it's just a passing fancy. Tracey is a hopeless romantic, but is afraid to show it.
Hair: Tracey has long dark brown hair.
Eyes: She has blue eyes
Fashions: Tracey tends to dress less casual that others. She sears lots of dresses. When she wears jeans she always wears skinny jeans with high heels or boots with heels
Play by: India Eisley
Appearance: Tracey is actually kind of short. She stands at only 5'3" tall. She is of athletic build, but she thinks she looks a little pudgy. Tracey hardly ever ties her hair back, but when she does she is usually reading a book. Her skin is rather pale which she doesn't mind. Sometimes her skin looks almost transparent which does bother her. She only wears natural or neutral colors when she applys her makeup and will always wear lipgloss to accent her plup lips.
Eyes: She has blue eyes
Fashions: Tracey tends to dress less casual that others. She sears lots of dresses. When she wears jeans she always wears skinny jeans with high heels or boots with heels
Play by: India Eisley
Appearance: Tracey is actually kind of short. She stands at only 5'3" tall. She is of athletic build, but she thinks she looks a little pudgy. Tracey hardly ever ties her hair back, but when she does she is usually reading a book. Her skin is rather pale which she doesn't mind. Sometimes her skin looks almost transparent which does bother her. She only wears natural or neutral colors when she applys her makeup and will always wear lipgloss to accent her plup lips.
Parents: Kody Davis- Quidditch reporter
Misty Campbell- Writer for Daily Prophet
Siblings: None
Others: None
History: Growing up, Tracey was taught all about Hogwarts and what she was supposed to do. She showed magical talent at a young age which pleased her parents. Though they never said it to her, she feared that had she been a Squib they would have abandoned her. Her parents had their own Pureblood idealistic way of thinking, and though Tracey went along with it, she never really believed in it. Not everyone could be Pureblood and just because they were lucky enough to be didn't mean they had to be snobs about it. They could have just as easily been Muggleborn. Tracey never told her parents her views on things because she knew they would be disappointed. Instead she went along with them and in secret ranted about it to herself.
When she finally got to Hogwarts her first year, she was both excited and nervous. What if she didn't get put into an acceptable house and her parents abandoned her for it? Though it might not happen, Tracey was sure that they would if the house or ridicule was severe enough. When she put the hat on and she was sorted into Slytherin, her fear melted away. Tracey knew that her parents would be pleased; and they were. Over the years, Tracey played nice with her fellow Slytherin students, but a few of them got on her nerves. The person who got on her nerves the most was Pansy Parkinson. She was annoying and stuck up, so pleased with herself for being a Pureblood that Tracey could hardly stand it. Granted she never told Pansy how she felt, but that didn't stop her from being annoyed a lot.
Classes were great! Tracey got excellent marks which pleased her parents. She was glad that they left her a lone mostly. They knew she liked to read and since she was getting good grades they didn't feel the need to remind her to do so. She did however get distracted as the years went on. Sure she was into boys as much when she first started as she was now, but it slowly got worse. As she got older she found it harder to concentrate on school work because the boys continued to get cutter around her. Draco Malfoy in particular. She caught herself numerous times staring at him, but her least favorite person Pansy wasn't far away from him. Tracey wondered if he would have her, but she never felt brave enough to try.
Now, in her sixth year, Tracey suddenly felt the pressure of the future. What was she going to do when she graduated? Her parents had their ideas, but she had her own. She wouldn't mind a job in the ministry, but at the same time it had to be something she was going to enjoy. If she found herself bored all the time, she felt she would go mad. Though she still had two full years before she had to really decide, she felt miserable because eventually she knew she would have to make a choice.
Misty Campbell- Writer for Daily Prophet
Siblings: None
Others: None
History: Growing up, Tracey was taught all about Hogwarts and what she was supposed to do. She showed magical talent at a young age which pleased her parents. Though they never said it to her, she feared that had she been a Squib they would have abandoned her. Her parents had their own Pureblood idealistic way of thinking, and though Tracey went along with it, she never really believed in it. Not everyone could be Pureblood and just because they were lucky enough to be didn't mean they had to be snobs about it. They could have just as easily been Muggleborn. Tracey never told her parents her views on things because she knew they would be disappointed. Instead she went along with them and in secret ranted about it to herself.
When she finally got to Hogwarts her first year, she was both excited and nervous. What if she didn't get put into an acceptable house and her parents abandoned her for it? Though it might not happen, Tracey was sure that they would if the house or ridicule was severe enough. When she put the hat on and she was sorted into Slytherin, her fear melted away. Tracey knew that her parents would be pleased; and they were. Over the years, Tracey played nice with her fellow Slytherin students, but a few of them got on her nerves. The person who got on her nerves the most was Pansy Parkinson. She was annoying and stuck up, so pleased with herself for being a Pureblood that Tracey could hardly stand it. Granted she never told Pansy how she felt, but that didn't stop her from being annoyed a lot.
Classes were great! Tracey got excellent marks which pleased her parents. She was glad that they left her a lone mostly. They knew she liked to read and since she was getting good grades they didn't feel the need to remind her to do so. She did however get distracted as the years went on. Sure she was into boys as much when she first started as she was now, but it slowly got worse. As she got older she found it harder to concentrate on school work because the boys continued to get cutter around her. Draco Malfoy in particular. She caught herself numerous times staring at him, but her least favorite person Pansy wasn't far away from him. Tracey wondered if he would have her, but she never felt brave enough to try.
Now, in her sixth year, Tracey suddenly felt the pressure of the future. What was she going to do when she graduated? Her parents had their ideas, but she had her own. She wouldn't mind a job in the ministry, but at the same time it had to be something she was going to enjoy. If she found herself bored all the time, she felt she would go mad. Though she still had two full years before she had to really decide, she felt miserable because eventually she knew she would have to make a choice.
Alias: CC
Age: 24
Experience: 10+ years
Contact Information: PM
How did you find us: Advert on Death Before Dishonor
Roleplay Example: Slowly her eyes came back into focus as she began to read the same paragraph for what felt like the one hundredth time. The words blurred in and out as the noise level of the Common Room seemed to soar with each passing second. Tracey closed the book she had been attempting to read through the protests and jests that her fellow Slytherin threw her way and massaged her temples; trying to read over the noise was giving her a headache. Unfortunately, she had chosen today to start the new romance novel that everyone had been raving about for weeks. Now here she was, only one hundred pages into the book and already she was hooked, but unable to advance due to the lack of quiet she found among her peers. With a sigh, Tracey stood and without a word made her way towards the door out of the Common Room and into the corridor.
The noise she was trying to escape fallowed her as she walked away until the door closed behind her. Finally in the quiet of the halls she stopped and leaned against the wall to think of a clever and enjoyable place where she could lose herself within the pages of her book. Within the castle she had a few choice places that she liked to disappear to when she wanted to read, but on a day like today most of her normal places would be overrun with chattering nonsense. She could of course venture to the Library where she knew for certain she would find the quiet she sought, but just thinking about that Egghead sanctuary made her skin crawl. The only way she’d be seen reading in the Library was if she had a term paper to write.
Knowing that if anyone she knew found her standing this way, they would tease her for weeks, Tracey heaved a heavy sigh and walked slowly towards the Entrance Hall, but with no real destination in mind she was in no hurry to even reach that location. The empty hall echoed her footsteps loudly back at her from both sides giving her the feeling she was being fallowed, which of course wasn’t very likely, but the feeling still crept up on her. Quickening her stride ever so slightly, she found herself in the Entrance Hall at last.
Now what? She thought hopelessly to herself as she stopped walking in the middle of the hall. Still wanting to lose herself in the pages of her book she tride to picture herself in the numerous places that she would normally go from here, but the noises within the castle told her those places were going to be occupied. Just when she was about to give up and go back to the dorm a group of third year boys came through the main doors to the school bringing with them the fresh smell of the grounds. Tracey closed her eyes and breathed in deeply the smell that washed passed her, it was a mix of sweet grass and sun kissed skin; both a welcome scent. Finally she knew where she was headed.
As she set off in search of a peaceful place, her pace was more deliberate. On the grounds she only had a few places she enjoyed and the odds of them being overrun were slim. Granted, on a day like this full of much needed sunshine, there were bound to be a few people, maybe even in her choice places, but if they were out to enjoy the weather they were bound to be less quiet than those cooped up in the Common Room.
The smell that had fallowed the boys into the castle didn’t do the grounds justice. The air was cool and crisp while the sun was warm and plentiful. Tracey drew a deep breath through her nose enjoying the smell of the sun warmed grass and the water from the lake; the way the water smelled drew her closer. As she made her way towards the lake she found her eyes wandering around the landscape for a nice place to sit and read. Finally she found a small clump of trees just up from the shore that was completely unoccupied while the areas around it were dotted with students enjoying the day. Sliding down the trunk of one of the trees she settled herself on the grass and finally opened her book to enjoy the words within. A soft breeze touched her face and played with her hair was the words filled her mind with beautiful pictures.
I wouldn’t mind an interruption like that. Tracey thought as she read a passage of a girl her age getting interrupted while she studied, by a good looking boy.
Age: 24
Experience: 10+ years
Contact Information: PM
How did you find us: Advert on Death Before Dishonor
Roleplay Example: Slowly her eyes came back into focus as she began to read the same paragraph for what felt like the one hundredth time. The words blurred in and out as the noise level of the Common Room seemed to soar with each passing second. Tracey closed the book she had been attempting to read through the protests and jests that her fellow Slytherin threw her way and massaged her temples; trying to read over the noise was giving her a headache. Unfortunately, she had chosen today to start the new romance novel that everyone had been raving about for weeks. Now here she was, only one hundred pages into the book and already she was hooked, but unable to advance due to the lack of quiet she found among her peers. With a sigh, Tracey stood and without a word made her way towards the door out of the Common Room and into the corridor.
The noise she was trying to escape fallowed her as she walked away until the door closed behind her. Finally in the quiet of the halls she stopped and leaned against the wall to think of a clever and enjoyable place where she could lose herself within the pages of her book. Within the castle she had a few choice places that she liked to disappear to when she wanted to read, but on a day like today most of her normal places would be overrun with chattering nonsense. She could of course venture to the Library where she knew for certain she would find the quiet she sought, but just thinking about that Egghead sanctuary made her skin crawl. The only way she’d be seen reading in the Library was if she had a term paper to write.
Knowing that if anyone she knew found her standing this way, they would tease her for weeks, Tracey heaved a heavy sigh and walked slowly towards the Entrance Hall, but with no real destination in mind she was in no hurry to even reach that location. The empty hall echoed her footsteps loudly back at her from both sides giving her the feeling she was being fallowed, which of course wasn’t very likely, but the feeling still crept up on her. Quickening her stride ever so slightly, she found herself in the Entrance Hall at last.
Now what? She thought hopelessly to herself as she stopped walking in the middle of the hall. Still wanting to lose herself in the pages of her book she tride to picture herself in the numerous places that she would normally go from here, but the noises within the castle told her those places were going to be occupied. Just when she was about to give up and go back to the dorm a group of third year boys came through the main doors to the school bringing with them the fresh smell of the grounds. Tracey closed her eyes and breathed in deeply the smell that washed passed her, it was a mix of sweet grass and sun kissed skin; both a welcome scent. Finally she knew where she was headed.
As she set off in search of a peaceful place, her pace was more deliberate. On the grounds she only had a few places she enjoyed and the odds of them being overrun were slim. Granted, on a day like this full of much needed sunshine, there were bound to be a few people, maybe even in her choice places, but if they were out to enjoy the weather they were bound to be less quiet than those cooped up in the Common Room.
The smell that had fallowed the boys into the castle didn’t do the grounds justice. The air was cool and crisp while the sun was warm and plentiful. Tracey drew a deep breath through her nose enjoying the smell of the sun warmed grass and the water from the lake; the way the water smelled drew her closer. As she made her way towards the lake she found her eyes wandering around the landscape for a nice place to sit and read. Finally she found a small clump of trees just up from the shore that was completely unoccupied while the areas around it were dotted with students enjoying the day. Sliding down the trunk of one of the trees she settled herself on the grass and finally opened her book to enjoy the words within. A soft breeze touched her face and played with her hair was the words filled her mind with beautiful pictures.
I wouldn’t mind an interruption like that. Tracey thought as she read a passage of a girl her age getting interrupted while she studied, by a good looking boy.
CREDIT TO ARITZIA
