Post by sawyer marie macdonell on Oct 21, 2009 23:22:26 GMT -5
sawyer marie macdonell
twenty one . dancer/model . quirky
twenty one . dancer/model . quirky
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]sawyer marie macdonelle .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]mac .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty one .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]lquiet. stutter. nervous. shy. rambler. bookworm. funny. sarcastic. follows the rules. dreamer. believes the best. reserved. creative. slight loner. easily surprised. vintage. quirky. disorganized. scatter brain. forgetful. fun loving. forgiving. trusting. logical. romantic. invisible. .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Sawyer Marie Macdonell was born on July 21st in New Mexico to Beth and Anthony Macdonell, he an accountant and she a housewife and they couldn’t have been happier to receive their first baby girl and only child. A modest family she grew up like any normal family, chores, rules but during the day while her father was at work and it was only her and her mom at home her mother would put on music the entire day mostly the classics. Frank Sinatra, Chuck Barry, Tina Turner and all Sawyer would do is move, this is where she could pinpoint her love of music came from. It was funny because everyday her and her mother would laugh, sing, dance and goof off while doing housework but as soon as her father came home there was always a change in the atmosphere. Things seemed to get more serious and Sawyer always felt she had to be on her best behavior for him at all times, and there were times when she couldn’t imagine how her parents ever got along because they were polar opposites. Her mom was carefree, happy and laughing, making jokes all the time; a true kindred spirit. While her dad was serious, always sighing, rarely cracking a smile or making jokes but when he did it was because of her mom and she knew why. They were polar opposites but that’s what attracted them to one another, he kept her grounded and somewhat in reality and she helped him let go and be less stressed.
At the age of five she asked her mother if she could begin to take dance lessons, first ballet and it didn’t take very long before she wanted to learn other styles as well. By the time she started school she was already completely sure of what she wanted out of life, to dance in whatever shape or form. School however wasn’t as fun as it was cracked out to be for Sawyer, she was sort of the odd one out loving every part of it, not so much the tests but the reading and just plain learning. The information she actually learned she didn’t really have any interest in but the knowledge she was gaining whether it be useful to her or not was just fascinating. She quickly became singled out as the bookworm and therefore had very few friends and as the years went by became more and more socially awkward; her books became her solitude along with her music and dance. By the time she started high school she had hit the highest level of dance lessons and started creating her own routines and trying to find new songs and mix up her styles. While her mother was supportive of this habit it was her father who thought that she should spend less time on music and dance and more on focusing on getting into an ivy league school. That was the contributing factor to why she tried so hard in school, her mom she knew would be happy with whatever grades she got but her father wanted straight A’s and to keep him happy Sawyer worked her butt off and became valedictorian. However she didn’t want to go to college, not yet at least she wanted to pursue a dance career first just to see if she could. It was funny how she just changed on the stage, she felt safe and at home and could do no wrong.
So after much debating, screaming and yelling she and her parents came to a deal, she had three years to go off and try to jump start her career and if she did it then she did, but if at the end of the two years she had nothing to show for it then she had to go to college and get a real job as her father put it. So a year after graduation Sawyer left home, traveling around going from big city to big city trying to get picked up by a company. Of course she started in the big cities around but after spending a few months there she realized that there were a lot of people just like her and she knew she would never be singled out in all of them. So her mom convinced her to go to the once place where if you were good enough you would be told and picked up, if not you knew you didn't have it. Sawyer’s been in New York for six months now and has had many auditions and gotten a steady job and apartment. She doesn’t have much to show for her hard work but she isn’t ready to leave yet, she just has a feeling that New York is where she has to be. Besides she still has two years before the deal is up, hopefully her dream will come true..
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ooc name: Cass
pb being used: Emmy Rossum
years of experience: A few
membergroup:citizen
There was a chill that was running through the grounds of Hogwarts School; the snow was deep and growing all the time while the trees were frosted making them look like they should be in some muggle display that seemed to show up everywhere around this time of year. However the cold might affect the outside of the school it didn’t do anything to inside as the fireplaces were constantly alive with roaring dancing flames that made most look upon the outside with delight and awe at it’s beauty as it wasn’t affecting them. Of course the only exception to this rule were the dungeons, the dank, musty and generally depressing lower levels of the castle always had a chill even in the scorching heat of the summer, the snow and winter simply added to it. Except for the Slytherin common room of course, the handsomely decorated room with green, silver and engraved snaked everywhere you looked was always a comfortable temperature but the fire that was around twenty four seven didn’t give it the cozy glow or feeling that it did for the rest of the castle. No the glow of the firelight simply added to its magnificent feeling, the feeling that whoever was in it was privileged, beautiful and all around better than anyone. Which was fitting since that’s how most Slytherins saw themselves.
Blair was one of those individuals, coming from an old and very rich Italian pureblood family that’s family tree went back quite far and contained a few well known wizards she knew that she was something special. The way she walked, or strutted some said, was with purpose yet graceful, her intentions and opinions were clear and everything she did, she did with confidence. In fact the girl oozed enough confidence that it was hard for others not to notice her, it was so disgustingly apparent that some even hated her for that. She’d heard the whispers behind her back when people thought that she wasn’t listening or couldn’t hear the shots at her beauty, intelligence and whatever else they could think to bitch about. However the truth was she knew that they were simply jealous and these remarks only made her smirk and her ego grow even more. The way she saw it was if you were important and well known enough to for people to be talking and bitching about you then you must be fabulous.
The chatter about Blair now however was being mixed with the excited buzz of the Yule Ball, which of course was quickly approaching. The girls giggling about their dresses and hair, who would take them and if they should simply go ask out a boy themselves. Of course more than half of them would chicken out and even if they did get up the courage to ask that boy they were currently fancying then it was more than likely they would get rejected. There weren’t that many good looking girls at Hogwarts in Blair’s opinion and the guys were of course just waiting, hoping and praying that if they asked the prettier girls that they would say yes. Of course if said boy wasn’t good looking himself than most would say and they would end up going with and ugly girl anyways. It’s how the world worked, the uglies with each other and the beautiful with each other.
At the moment Blair didn’t have a date, not because she hadn’t been asked because believe you me she had but none had been good enough. None was that one guy she wanted to go with, and who this guy was she didn’t even know herself but she would know him when she saw him. However he’d better show his face soon as she had better things to do than to wait for this guy to get his head out of his ass and ask her, it’s not as if Mr. Right hadn’t had ample opportunity. She always had Slytherin’s in her classes so it had to be one of them, after all she wouldn’t go with anyone from any other house. Ew. However it was Saturday so now he would simply have to find her which wouldn’t be hard as she was heading back to the common room now anyways. She’d just finished breakfast and was headed back to curl up on one of the smooth leather couches by the fire and read the stack of mail she’d received. Arriving at the entrance she said the password quickly and walked through into the mostly deserted common room, good she didn’t want any of the idiots who thought they could be her friend by hovering over her to disturb her.
Padding over she flopped down on the couch letting her legs stretch out as she perused the letters she’d received. There was one from her mother, one from her brother, another from her sister and a few from previous flings she’d had over the summer. Oh how they annoyed her, the desperate guys who after a weekend or two of messing around thought that they were destined to be soul mates or something. She never answered them of course but you’d think that after five or six months of sending letters with no reply they’d get it. Nope, they still held some shred of hope. It was that ‘love potion’ she fed them, at least that’s what her friends said when she told them about her fan club and then they’d all spend the next hour giggling and making fun of the idiots. Every time she found one of the letters she simply clucked her tongue with disgust before throwing them on the floor. She’d clean them up later…or the house elves would because that’s what they were for.
