Post by mare01 on May 20, 2011 19:28:51 GMT -5
fransine lorette fancourt.
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GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: fransine lorette fancourt.
NICKNAME(S): fran, frannie.
DATE OF BIRTH: april fourth.
AGE: twenty six.
POSITION: history of magic, charms, herbology.
LINEAGE: half-blood.
WAND: thestral, cherry, seven inches exact.
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APPEARANCE
HAIR: brunette chocolate.
EYES: smoke grey.
HEIGHT: five foot eleven.
WEIGHT: one hundred twenty nine.
DETAILED:
the physique fran is what one might describe as gangly looking; she's tall and string-bean skinny, with bony shoulders and a thin neck. she's not anorexic looking by far, but her height definitely contributes to the fact that she has such a nice form. her gait is one that perfectly suits her; she somehow floats over the ground instead of walks, and yet it is not a graceful float, but more of a sulking float, like the kind a zombie or ghost may have. she has not the perfect elegance of a lady; fran often slouches, and has a habit of leaning forward and invading your personal bubble. she's fidgety to say the least; her hands are always moving, always doing something, and she's expressive with not only her expressions but her whole body. her entire being seems to move with her emotions, as she's very physical with it all and has no problem punching you or kissing you if she feels enough deep emotions.
the expression fran has what one may call an impish face; her entire expression seems to be based around two emotions; amused, or not amused. in either case, she always eludes an air of confidence and control in the situation she is in. it is very rare to catch fran in an expression of surprise, and if you accomplish this, consider yourself great. she holds herself together like a pair of book-ends; everything about her expression seems odd. she wants to pry, wants to know, wants you to open up to her, but never wants to open up herself. smoky grey eyes are overfilling with curiosity, and she has a pixie smile with slight dimples.
the fashion red. fran wears a lot of red. red hats, red dresses.. but always dresses. she could never be found in pants, even nice dressy ones, as she prefers to swing of the dress around her knees. she never dresses provocatively, but rather, classy; high waists and jersey material that makes her feel comfortable and look like a 50s business woman are right up here alley. she doesn't like to wear jewelry, but when she does, it's on the side of pearls and silver.
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PERSONALITY
good smokes, kitties, a good mystery, playing wizard chess, challenges, big bloody battles, gospel music, firewhiskey, hands-on activities, dragonsnaps, rock music, wearing red, passionate outbursts, raging fires.
DISLIKES:
stumbling over words, uptight people, walls, sentimental presents, unresponsive students, conga lines, butterbeer (allergic), anything healthy & good for her, grading tests, people who can't dance, mind-boggling paradoxes, losing, mornings.
STRENGTHS:
extremely sharp wit, thinks on her feet, innovative, courageous, risk-taker, high memorization skills.
WEAKNESSES:
erratic, logicless, extremely instinct-orientated, judgmental, obsessive, so very vague.
ERISED:
when fran looks into the mirror of erised, she sees herself standing on a very tall mountain, with wind blowing everywhere around her. it's the feeling of being bigger than herself, bigger than a simple mortal, of being one and the same as the sky, the earth, the dirt, of being whole and so very alive that is her true desire. she wants to fly.
BOGGART:
the boggart will transform itself into a werewolf, which is probably the only thing that can make fran begin to convulse and shake with fear.
DEMENTOR:
getting the news that her mother was ripped apart by a werewolf is definitely that feeling she gets when a dementor is around. but the feeling of researching them afterwards and the nights that she spent under her covers, crying and sobbing as she read books about werewolves so she could educate herself on her mama's death is also intermixed with that.
DETAILED:
eccentric & innovative if there is one way to describe fran, it would be cheshire. many people simply can not stand her because she has such odd ways of going about things; fran is the type of person that would take the long way around the school, simply to see how many steps it took. despite her odd habits of coming into class with random objects and smoking, fran is also somewhat of a sovant in the respect that she is completely out-of-the-box creative. this makes her an exceptional teacher to those whom are actually interested; she can make the most boring wizarding treaty look like fun, and often uses this talent in her classroom, making her an invaluable teacher.
reckless & wild fran was one of those girls in hogwarts; everybody has the kind. the loner who was walking along the roof of the owlery just for the fun of it. and while fran has calmed down considerably since her younger years, she is still quite the senseless girl she was back then. the truth is that fran just doesn't think. whatever seems fun and good to her, she goes with it without even thinking of the consequences. this often lands her into great trouble, though her incredible luck always seems to pull her through. she enjoys surprising people, and generally putting on a show, making her a complete nutcase at times. if you can't handle it, you may as well stay away.
vulgar & witty with the tongue of a serpent, fran is often known for her bitter and blunt remarks. it's easy to see why she's not a popular with the older teachers of the school; she has opinions, and fran's not afraid to say them. if the fact that she's loud and biting does not turn you off already, then consider the fact that fran is no lady; she may walk like a lady, she may sit like a lady, she may dress like a lady, but when fran opens her mouth, it's all business. or, in other words, obscenities. she has no problem using crude language in front of anybody to express emotion. sure, she doesn't use it lightly and values the true worth of bad words ( and she generally curbs it around kids ), but fran seems to lack manners of the tongue.
honest & daring if there was one thing that probably redeems her is the exceptional courage that fran can show. she seems to be not afraid of anything, willing to take any challenge, any dare, and stare at it with a big gusto smile. if a lion came up and roared in her face, fran would roar right back. her foolish behavior allows her to be self-sacrificing and courageous; it doesn't matter if she gets killed, it only matters if everything turns out alright. on that same vein, she has a policy of honesty. while many people think that such an impish personality demanded somebody who was manipulating, fran is quite the opposite; she doesn't want you to follow her, she just wants to get in your head. and as such, she is brutally, uncut honest; ask her any question, and she will answer with unabashed accuracy.
mysterious & guarded now, fran is a social creature. while many would not want to associate with her, she wants to talk to other people. she loves the idea of understanding people to a deeper level, understanding how they tick, how they work.. it's probably the reason why fran loves history so much; she likes to theorize what people were thinking when they made something that would be written in textbooks for eternities to come. but for such a butterfly, fran herself is completely shut-off. ask her about her family, and she'll give the vaguest responses. as such, fran has a lot of friends who are close friends whom confide in her, so that fran knows lots about them, but they know near to nothing about her. she lets hardly anything slip; the softer side of fransine fancourt is buried very deep within.
independent & bullheaded fran likes to do things for herself. she doesn't need anybody to hold her hand, and she makes it quite known to everybody around her. fran almost considers it an insult if anybody wishes to help her; not because she is independent, but probably more because she is so stubborn. the combination of the two make a lethal cocktail; fran will keep going and going until she's burned out, and nobody can help her along the way. as such, she's often stuck in a big vortex of her own problems that she is too stubborn to share, and get help on.
obsessive & competitive if there is anything that can spark fran's inner passionate beast, it's competition. she simply can not turn something down once it's been dangled in front of her nose. even if she's no good at the contest, fran will push herself until she either wins or dies trying, and will rechallenge people to competitions over and over again should she not excel in something (which, as it happens, is often). this gives her a spiraling personality; once fran has a fixation on something, she has to know, has to understand.. whether it be a person, an object, or a time period. She will circulate and stay up all night, simply to obsess and obsess.
intellectual & prude-ish growing up pretty much alone, fran read a lot of books in her time, specifically history ones. despite her lack of common sense, fran has an extraordinary mind for memorization; she can store facts and dates like it were her dentist appointments, making her an effective history teacher. she wants to learn, loves to expand her entire memory bank. but as the librarian types generally are, fran can be a bit prude-ish. she's not one to flirt, not one to even give a man the time of day unless he forces it out of her. she's old-fashioned, and frankly, has never been in a situation where she had to actually use her female prowess, making her somewhat naive and stupid in that part of her life.
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HISTORY
MOTHER: lauren lynch fancourt, deceased, pureblood.
FATHER: troy lyle fancourt, fifty four, muggle-born.
SIBLINGS: none.
DETAILED:
born to a slightly dysfunctional, lower class family, fran grew up in a household with a mother who was constantly serving her muggle father by using magic. indeed, the basic premise that fran learned about relationships for her mother and father was this: the women's sole purpose is of that to serve men everything they wish on a silver platter. her mother did this exactly; using her immense magical skill, she did everything for her muggle father. sure, her father was never unkind; he never beat her, he never said cruel words. in fact, he was particularly affectionate; always praising and uplifting. but the relationship seemed more like his father was petting his favorite dog, rather than a fully functional family.
fran left for hogwarts in a state of confusion. having always been an only child growing up in a wizarding household in the middle of muggle london, she hardly ever got to experience the wonderful things that a wizarding community really had to offer. she was shell-shocked, and while not necessarily unsocial, quickly became known as a "loner" in her sorted house of gryffindor. sure, she had a few friends; people she talked to and sat by at lunch and things like that. none of them were really close friends though, and fran spent the better part of her time browsing the vast libraries of hogwarts.
it was in her fourth year that she received news of a rogue werewolf that had turned on a full-moon in the streets of london. it had been a messy thing; two people killed, and ten other muggles with memories that had to be erased. fran's mother had been taking out the trash when the werewolf had gotten her.
in response, fran did the best thing she could do to cope with the grieving of her mother; she began to read. she read and read everything about werewolves she could possibly get her hands on, staying late in the library and scaring herself silly half the time with the information. she began to grow an obsessive phobia of it; an odd relationship with the subject of which she researched, and would end up crying half-way through the book, shaking with convulsions of the body and hiccuping her throat raw until she forced herself to pull away.
this habit continued into the middle of her fifth year, when her history professor finally saw that she was spending too much time researching werewolves. he began to switch her werewolf school books with history books when she wasn't looking. fran would later come back into the gryffindor tower, wondering where her books were, and why there was stuff about goblin revolutions in her bag instead. she would go to the library, and find that her werewolf books had been returned. slowly, slowly, with great effort, she distanced herself form her destructive obsession, and began to love history instead.
when fran left hogwarts, it was a very sad day. she said farewell to her second home, and began to work as a waitress in a restaurant, unable to secure any other job. it was only when she heard that the teaching position for history professor was open did fran go back to hogwarts, apply, and got the job.
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ABOUT YOU
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TIMEZONE: central.
CONTACT INFO: pm, please!
HOW DID YOU FIND US: I'M A VETERAN.
EXPERIENCE: upward of 10+ years.
CODEWORD: admin edit
QUESTIONS: nope!~
RP SAMPLE:
she didn't need to say anything. the minute her dirty converse took a step onto the sandbox of the tidy playground, screams broke out; mothers grabbed their children and fleed for their life, and children began to wail. lory didn't even have to raise a finger; her hands had been situated nicely in her jean pockets this entire time. she walked across the background, blue lips pursed and black pupils situated in yellow eyeballs, running across the platform of the playground; it was so clean, she thought. much better kept than any of the other parks.
by the time that lory had reached the swing set and sat down, the park had been cleared of people, and she was left alone. she wondered briefly if one of them would call out a superhero; she really wished they wouldn't. what had lory done? absolutely nothing; just walked through the bark of the playground, didn't even kick over a kid's sandcastle or anything! and yet, nothing those little brat citizens, she wouldn't be surprised if a hero landed from the sky in front of her any second. well, if that was the case, she would just explain the situation to him; "excuse me mister, i didn't even do anything! is it a crime to walk in a public park?"
of course, it was quite easy to tell she was a villain. if the grey skin didn't clue you in, the large candy-corn horns growing from a mess of wiry black hair would. she wore an eyepatch, but that was about the extent of her. her clothes were normal; just some jeans with a black shirt and a denim jacket. if she hadn't been mutated, one would have just mistaken her for some streetpunk.
'course, the light didn't exactly like lory wandering about in civilian clothes. 'get a secret identity!' they had said, but lory only scoffed. what was she to do, chisel her horns off? no thank you, m'am, she was perfectly fine with it all. and if she had to fight every damn hero in this town tooth-and-nail every time she went out to get some milk from the grocery store, so be it.
but today was not like that. today was a bright and sunny day; the kind of day where kids should have been playing at the park. and yet, lory had ruined that prospect for them; no sane mother would allow their child to stand within a ten mile radius of a super villain. but how dumb they were; super villains were all around them, whether they knew it or not. they could've been your baker, your boss, your mailman. not all super villains looked as marked and grotesque as lory did.
she dug her feet into the bark, and pushed herself, letting the swing catch air. the metal gave a squeak and a groan, but resided itself finally, as lory began to swing, thoroughly bored with the world today.
by the time that lory had reached the swing set and sat down, the park had been cleared of people, and she was left alone. she wondered briefly if one of them would call out a superhero; she really wished they wouldn't. what had lory done? absolutely nothing; just walked through the bark of the playground, didn't even kick over a kid's sandcastle or anything! and yet, nothing those little brat citizens, she wouldn't be surprised if a hero landed from the sky in front of her any second. well, if that was the case, she would just explain the situation to him; "excuse me mister, i didn't even do anything! is it a crime to walk in a public park?"
of course, it was quite easy to tell she was a villain. if the grey skin didn't clue you in, the large candy-corn horns growing from a mess of wiry black hair would. she wore an eyepatch, but that was about the extent of her. her clothes were normal; just some jeans with a black shirt and a denim jacket. if she hadn't been mutated, one would have just mistaken her for some streetpunk.
'course, the light didn't exactly like lory wandering about in civilian clothes. 'get a secret identity!' they had said, but lory only scoffed. what was she to do, chisel her horns off? no thank you, m'am, she was perfectly fine with it all. and if she had to fight every damn hero in this town tooth-and-nail every time she went out to get some milk from the grocery store, so be it.
but today was not like that. today was a bright and sunny day; the kind of day where kids should have been playing at the park. and yet, lory had ruined that prospect for them; no sane mother would allow their child to stand within a ten mile radius of a super villain. but how dumb they were; super villains were all around them, whether they knew it or not. they could've been your baker, your boss, your mailman. not all super villains looked as marked and grotesque as lory did.
she dug her feet into the bark, and pushed herself, letting the swing catch air. the metal gave a squeak and a groan, but resided itself finally, as lory began to swing, thoroughly bored with the world today.
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