Post by joanann on Apr 5, 2009 0:57:23 GMT
The.Puppeteer
rped~by~robz
The.Puppet
so named Joan-Ann Babbitty Fever
so called Jo or Jo-An or just Joan, never Ann though
Fifteen or so years old
so put into Ravenclaw
Fifth Year or so
so labelled Half Blood
so gifted an Ebony wand with unicorn tail hair core, 13 inches
a cat she calls Caligula is her so called pet
so called deepest fear comes from her so called worst memory of when she was about four years old and playing with her older brother in the garden of their small family home in Bristol when a giant dog jumped their fence and, slobbering everywhere, ran at her brother. It turned out later that the dog knew Davith very well but Joan-Ann didn’t know this, what she saw was a giant dog running for her brother. Jo decided that it would be a good idea if she ran at this dog to push it over and get it away from her brother. Jo ran at it, hands out-stretched, she crashed into it, the two toppled over and Davith was pulled along with them. The dog, over excited about having found Dave, was licking anything it could get its tongue on and that included poor ickle Jo-An. She couldn’t see anything but long soft fur, she couldn’t hear anything but her brother’s laughter (which always sounded like crying to her) and she couldn’t feel anything but this warm, sort of sticky stuff that she was getting covered with. She thought it was ripping her brother apart! Her boggart is a giant, vicious dog.
so called happiest memory comes from when she first run into Caligula. It was a dark corridor in her family’s holiday cottage in Brunswick. The multi-coloured cat jumped out from behind a box and hissed at her in the dark and as soon as she ran around, shrieking for her mother and flailing her arms around her head. It must have decided to stick around because for the rest of the holiday the cat stalked her and while it freaked her out slightly she was so happy when her parents agreed to allow her to keep him. Caligula became the family pet but when Jo went to Hogwarts, it seemed as though Caligula followed her there. Her patronus is a sleek, elegant feline.
so called stuffing is what makes Jo slightly eccentric. While she’s hard working, focused and determined, she can be a little callous at times. Slightly snobbish simply because she’s used to getting her way with her parents, Jo can be pushy sometimes and manipulative. She’ll use any sort of emotional leverage she has got to ensure she gets what she wants. It isn’t intentional or even subconscious, it just sort of happens. Prone to tantrums and sulking, Jo’s mood swings are violent and extreme. She can be as happy as three ducks in a barrel floating down a stream in July one second and the dive down into a depression that can last as long as anything.
She will put everything aside for something she has to do, like work when she has work to do or when she has to tell someone something she’ll put everything off until she’s spoken to them. Hard-headed, Jo is determinedly stubborn and doesn’t listen to people when they give her advice. It doesn’t usually seem to penetrate. Especially when she’s focused, very little gets between whatever Joan-Ann’s doing and Joan-Ann. So, when Joan-Ann is on a role or seems to be concentrating on say her work very hard the worst thing you could do is break that. She’ll flip out, wrench you head from your body with her bare hands and then go back to her work. After all, her temper is very short.
Jo isn’t exactly clever like her brother but she’s intuitive and crafty and perceptive, all of which seem to make her the so called smart girl everyone seems to think she is. Because of this, many may think she’s snooty and it doesn’t help that she will laugh at everything, especially the misfortunes of others. It’s nothing personal, rather an instinctive reaction to certain situations where her default emotion takes over and that brings laughter out of her. She doesn’t mind what people think most of the time and she’s quick to laugh it off too. But even though she laughs so easily, she’s always wanting to lend a hand where ever she can. She’s not above asking for help either.
Helpful and thoughtful, Jo enjoys the intellectual conversations she can have with certain people about politics and the economy (she enjoys reading the paper) but she’s not above having a nonsense conversation about how many doors there are on the third floor of the castle. Jo is a party girl and won’t pass any opportunity up to have fun. She has her moments where having anyone around her make her say things that she might not normally say because of the pressures she feels (whether they’re there or not) but other then that she has no problem talking with random people who come up to her or going out of her way to chat with someone she sees is down or lonely. He likes to think she knows what loneliness is and always says ‘misery like company’.
so called look is a five foot seven young girl with white-blond hair and dark grey eyes. The first thing you notice about Joan is how skinny she seems. Joan is slender, with long legs and a small oval face which makes her seem taller then she really is. Her hands and feet are small for her height but this seems to be a Fever trait. She likes to show off her curves, though she doesn’t really have many, but wearing tight fitting clothing as much as she can. Short skirts and shorts and boots are favourites of hers at the moment but anything dull coloured she likes she’ll wear. The over-all picture seems quiet hardcore but then she smiles or laughs and that image goes away.
When Jo smiles, her whole long face lights up and her high cheek bones puck-out her cheeks. Her mouth is big, especially when she talks, with a small upper lip. She has a long nose that she gets from her father, very straight with a defined tip. Her eyebrows are slender and arc around her large, grey eyes. This is where her emotion lies, for everyone to read as easy as a book. This is something Jo won’t hear tell of. Her white-blond hair is long and layered, with her parting on the right. Most of the time it looks wild and unkempt as though she’d never seen a brush before in her life but this is intentional and rounds her whole image off. She is, after all, very image conscious.
so called story starts with Anna and Joseph Fever getting married. They had met through mutual friends and had found an instant attraction but still it took them a few years to actually tie the not, as it were. They were both getting closer to middle age when they got married and it was about two years before Davith came along. Davith Hickery Fever, Jo’s older brother was born about four years before herself. Joan-Ann Babbitty Fever was born on May 1st. Their little family lived undisturbed in Bristol for all of Jo’s life and so she grew accustomed to the busy city as she grew, finding the constant sounds of the city soothing. Ever since Jo was young, she’d listen to the traffic and the hooting and the crashes and find herself calmed immediately after a tantrum about not getting her ice cream.
Everyone who knew the Fevers knew that there was something odd about them but they could never quite pin-point what. They were a very nice bunch of people, very amiable and accommodating, but there was just … something. When Jo began questioning her mother and father about her and her brother’s strange assortment of names when she was seven…ish that, the truth came out that their father was a wizard and that her mother had always known (who knows how, female/motherly intuition Jo guessed, like how she always knew Jo had slipped some food to the cat). A month after she and her brother had found out about their parentage, Dave got his letter from Hogwarts. She knew what that was now and it pleased her greatly that her brother had been accepted. The two of them had always been able to do strange things without meaning to and it all made sense.
But life carried on for the Fever family, with Dave away at boarding school for most of the year and Jo off at whatever school it was that was educating her at the time. She changed schools a number of times before she got to Hogwarts because of this fight or that accidental setting alight of the school library. Joe didn’t mind in the slightest, taking it in her stride. After all she enjoyed meeting new people and making new friends and soon her friendship network was so big she was out every weekend visiting friends, ice skating, going to movies and whatever else caught her fancy on any particular day.
Soon enough though, Jo got her own letter from Hogwarts and followed in her “brilliant” brother’s footsteps. Dave was always the first to do anything so it was hard for Joan-Ann to not feel a little over-shadowed by him. She didn’t let her “Dave’s little sister” reputation keep her from being herself though, as the two were very alike anyway. She started out well as an academic achiever, catching on well to the concepts that were being thrown at her. She struggles with Care of Magical Creatures though and Herbology, not being sure how to handle animals or plants. In those two classes she doesn’t even try and she’s ok with this. The closest thing she has to an animal-love is Caligula, her strange multi-coloured cat with mood swings as violent as her own. He’ll wonder from place to place as he wishes, as though searching for something but Jo doesn’t even notice most of the time. She’ll be too wrapped up in her current crush (which are generally intense and seemingly overwhelming) or her work.
rped~by~robz
The.Puppet
so named Joan-Ann Babbitty Fever
so called Jo or Jo-An or just Joan, never Ann though
Fifteen or so years old
so put into Ravenclaw
Fifth Year or so
so labelled Half Blood
so gifted an Ebony wand with unicorn tail hair core, 13 inches
a cat she calls Caligula is her so called pet
so called deepest fear comes from her so called worst memory of when she was about four years old and playing with her older brother in the garden of their small family home in Bristol when a giant dog jumped their fence and, slobbering everywhere, ran at her brother. It turned out later that the dog knew Davith very well but Joan-Ann didn’t know this, what she saw was a giant dog running for her brother. Jo decided that it would be a good idea if she ran at this dog to push it over and get it away from her brother. Jo ran at it, hands out-stretched, she crashed into it, the two toppled over and Davith was pulled along with them. The dog, over excited about having found Dave, was licking anything it could get its tongue on and that included poor ickle Jo-An. She couldn’t see anything but long soft fur, she couldn’t hear anything but her brother’s laughter (which always sounded like crying to her) and she couldn’t feel anything but this warm, sort of sticky stuff that she was getting covered with. She thought it was ripping her brother apart! Her boggart is a giant, vicious dog.
so called happiest memory comes from when she first run into Caligula. It was a dark corridor in her family’s holiday cottage in Brunswick. The multi-coloured cat jumped out from behind a box and hissed at her in the dark and as soon as she ran around, shrieking for her mother and flailing her arms around her head. It must have decided to stick around because for the rest of the holiday the cat stalked her and while it freaked her out slightly she was so happy when her parents agreed to allow her to keep him. Caligula became the family pet but when Jo went to Hogwarts, it seemed as though Caligula followed her there. Her patronus is a sleek, elegant feline.
so called stuffing is what makes Jo slightly eccentric. While she’s hard working, focused and determined, she can be a little callous at times. Slightly snobbish simply because she’s used to getting her way with her parents, Jo can be pushy sometimes and manipulative. She’ll use any sort of emotional leverage she has got to ensure she gets what she wants. It isn’t intentional or even subconscious, it just sort of happens. Prone to tantrums and sulking, Jo’s mood swings are violent and extreme. She can be as happy as three ducks in a barrel floating down a stream in July one second and the dive down into a depression that can last as long as anything.
She will put everything aside for something she has to do, like work when she has work to do or when she has to tell someone something she’ll put everything off until she’s spoken to them. Hard-headed, Jo is determinedly stubborn and doesn’t listen to people when they give her advice. It doesn’t usually seem to penetrate. Especially when she’s focused, very little gets between whatever Joan-Ann’s doing and Joan-Ann. So, when Joan-Ann is on a role or seems to be concentrating on say her work very hard the worst thing you could do is break that. She’ll flip out, wrench you head from your body with her bare hands and then go back to her work. After all, her temper is very short.
Jo isn’t exactly clever like her brother but she’s intuitive and crafty and perceptive, all of which seem to make her the so called smart girl everyone seems to think she is. Because of this, many may think she’s snooty and it doesn’t help that she will laugh at everything, especially the misfortunes of others. It’s nothing personal, rather an instinctive reaction to certain situations where her default emotion takes over and that brings laughter out of her. She doesn’t mind what people think most of the time and she’s quick to laugh it off too. But even though she laughs so easily, she’s always wanting to lend a hand where ever she can. She’s not above asking for help either.
Helpful and thoughtful, Jo enjoys the intellectual conversations she can have with certain people about politics and the economy (she enjoys reading the paper) but she’s not above having a nonsense conversation about how many doors there are on the third floor of the castle. Jo is a party girl and won’t pass any opportunity up to have fun. She has her moments where having anyone around her make her say things that she might not normally say because of the pressures she feels (whether they’re there or not) but other then that she has no problem talking with random people who come up to her or going out of her way to chat with someone she sees is down or lonely. He likes to think she knows what loneliness is and always says ‘misery like company’.
so called look is a five foot seven young girl with white-blond hair and dark grey eyes. The first thing you notice about Joan is how skinny she seems. Joan is slender, with long legs and a small oval face which makes her seem taller then she really is. Her hands and feet are small for her height but this seems to be a Fever trait. She likes to show off her curves, though she doesn’t really have many, but wearing tight fitting clothing as much as she can. Short skirts and shorts and boots are favourites of hers at the moment but anything dull coloured she likes she’ll wear. The over-all picture seems quiet hardcore but then she smiles or laughs and that image goes away.
When Jo smiles, her whole long face lights up and her high cheek bones puck-out her cheeks. Her mouth is big, especially when she talks, with a small upper lip. She has a long nose that she gets from her father, very straight with a defined tip. Her eyebrows are slender and arc around her large, grey eyes. This is where her emotion lies, for everyone to read as easy as a book. This is something Jo won’t hear tell of. Her white-blond hair is long and layered, with her parting on the right. Most of the time it looks wild and unkempt as though she’d never seen a brush before in her life but this is intentional and rounds her whole image off. She is, after all, very image conscious.
so called story starts with Anna and Joseph Fever getting married. They had met through mutual friends and had found an instant attraction but still it took them a few years to actually tie the not, as it were. They were both getting closer to middle age when they got married and it was about two years before Davith came along. Davith Hickery Fever, Jo’s older brother was born about four years before herself. Joan-Ann Babbitty Fever was born on May 1st. Their little family lived undisturbed in Bristol for all of Jo’s life and so she grew accustomed to the busy city as she grew, finding the constant sounds of the city soothing. Ever since Jo was young, she’d listen to the traffic and the hooting and the crashes and find herself calmed immediately after a tantrum about not getting her ice cream.
Everyone who knew the Fevers knew that there was something odd about them but they could never quite pin-point what. They were a very nice bunch of people, very amiable and accommodating, but there was just … something. When Jo began questioning her mother and father about her and her brother’s strange assortment of names when she was seven…ish that, the truth came out that their father was a wizard and that her mother had always known (who knows how, female/motherly intuition Jo guessed, like how she always knew Jo had slipped some food to the cat). A month after she and her brother had found out about their parentage, Dave got his letter from Hogwarts. She knew what that was now and it pleased her greatly that her brother had been accepted. The two of them had always been able to do strange things without meaning to and it all made sense.
But life carried on for the Fever family, with Dave away at boarding school for most of the year and Jo off at whatever school it was that was educating her at the time. She changed schools a number of times before she got to Hogwarts because of this fight or that accidental setting alight of the school library. Joe didn’t mind in the slightest, taking it in her stride. After all she enjoyed meeting new people and making new friends and soon her friendship network was so big she was out every weekend visiting friends, ice skating, going to movies and whatever else caught her fancy on any particular day.
Soon enough though, Jo got her own letter from Hogwarts and followed in her “brilliant” brother’s footsteps. Dave was always the first to do anything so it was hard for Joan-Ann to not feel a little over-shadowed by him. She didn’t let her “Dave’s little sister” reputation keep her from being herself though, as the two were very alike anyway. She started out well as an academic achiever, catching on well to the concepts that were being thrown at her. She struggles with Care of Magical Creatures though and Herbology, not being sure how to handle animals or plants. In those two classes she doesn’t even try and she’s ok with this. The closest thing she has to an animal-love is Caligula, her strange multi-coloured cat with mood swings as violent as her own. He’ll wonder from place to place as he wishes, as though searching for something but Jo doesn’t even notice most of the time. She’ll be too wrapped up in her current crush (which are generally intense and seemingly overwhelming) or her work.