Post by penrose dahlia selwyn on Nov 19, 2012 15:06:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] PENROSE D. SELWYN  full name: penrose dahlia selwyn canon or original: canon age: fifteen year: fifth house: slytherin blood: pure-blood wand: twelve inches, unicorn hair, ash patronus: none yet boggart: having a boring, unadventurous life. erised: penn's greatest wish would be to be have someone she feels like she could really be herself around and not have to hide behind a sarcastic, bitchy exterior. birth place: london, england ------------------------------------------------- the selwyns are a prominent wizarding family in england, well-known for their pure-blood, slytherin background and pride. penrose dahlia selwyn is the second daughter and third child of her parents. she makes it known that she absolutely despises her first name and will likely hex anyone who calls her by it, rather than "penn". only her parents are allowed to call her penrose, and that is certainly all they ever call her. growing up in the selwyn family wasn't easy. like the other prestigious, puritan wizarding families, there was also a strict set of rules that the children were meant to follow. penrose was never to embarrass the family name in any way, and that meant being sorted into slytherin, of course, which she was immediately when she placed the sorting hat on her head. penn has never really cared for the labels of the houses, although she pretends to for her parents' sake. in her opinion, she certainly fits in with the typical slytherin persona: she's ambitious, cunning, and doesn't really care about offending people, which she often does. she will bluntly speak her mind whenever she feels like it. one thing penn despises the most is weakness of any kind. it isn't uncommon for her to make cutting passing remarks to those she sees as shy, unintelligent, or weak in any other way, but she isn't a bully, per se. she just doesn't care enough to take the time to be a bully. so penrose certainly has a mouth on her. she's a sassy little fireball, perhaps almost gryffindor traits if they weren't tied with her more snake-like characteristics. although she sees no use in flaunting it, penn is fiercely smart and often grasps things much more quickly than others. it is perhaps because of this that she seems much older than her fifteen years at times. penn hates being a teenager and does her best to act as though she is older, although sometimes she just doesn't really get what maturity really is. when it comes to her family, penn wouldn't say she loves her mother and father. they have always been cold and not very present in her life. but she is a bit afraid of them, and they are the only people who have ever made her afraid. penn has an older brother in slytherin, and an older sister in hufflepuff. the horror! truth be told, penn doesn't care about her younger sister being a hufflepuff -- what does bother her is that she views her sister as being weak. penn really does love her sister, but has a funny way of showing it. she is also quite fond of her older brother, although she loves pretending she hates him. after her older sister was sorted into hufflepuff, penn has the feeling that her parents were quite relieved that she was sorted into slytherin like a proper selwyn, which is why they're perhaps a bit more lenient with her weirdness and back talking. it can't be ignored, with what's going on in the wizarding world, that the selwyn family's allegiance wouldn't be too difficult to guess. penn has known for quite a while now that her parents are very secretive about many things, but they make no secret of their distaste for muggles and muggle-borns and their wish for a pure wizarding society. to their knowledge, penn is in total agreement, filthy mudbloods and all that. but secretly, she just doesn't get it. penn is a rather judgmental person, that much is true, but she feels like there are so many more things about a person to judge other than their blood. what the hell does that have to do with anything? they're still wizards or witches. it just doesn't seem logical to her. so while penn may have a lot of enemies, none of them are because they're muggle-borns or half-bloods or anything like that. her bitchy tendencies stem from the fact that she's easily irritated and too smart for her own good, not from being a mean or evil person. penrose has an innate craving for adventure in her life. she absolutely hates falling into a rut, so she's constantly trying to shake things up. boyfriends and even friends (apart from a select few) change rapidly. there are very few people penn actually cares about, and she doesn't hide it. penn also very rarely cares about her studies. many of her professors are endlessly frustrated when she fails to turn in essays and homework, yet knows much of the material perfectly and can perform spells flawlessly. she really does enjoy learning what's necessary, but she despises what she views as unnecessary "busywork". penn's outlook on life after hogwarts is that she doesn't really care what she does as long as she loves it and it never gets boring. she's considered the career of an unspeakable in the department of mysteries at the ministry, but of course nobody really knows how a person gets that job or what they even do. but the mystery intrigues and fascinates penn, and she would love to be challenged to do everything she could to become an unspeakable. if that's what she decides to do, that is. her parents would love for her to work in the ministry, but probably not in that department because it's not exactly sophisticated and prestigious. |
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your alias: katie
a roleplay sample:
Despite the comfort of the large manor home of her family in London, by the end of Christmas break Penn was more than ready to return to Hogwarts. Her trunk sat open in the middle of her large, ornate bedroom which looked as though a tornado had hit it. Penn wasn't the tidiest of people, and she also had a lot of clothes, which made for quite the mixture. Clothes and shoes and cloaks and books were scattered all over the room, and only a few things had made it into the trunk so far. But Penn lay sprawled out on her massive four-poster bed, chewing some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and flipping through last week's Daily Prophet. Anything to procrastinate packing her trunk, which she hated. Her mother would insist on packing everything neatly with everything perfectly folded, which was easy for her to say because she could do such things with a wave of her mind. But Penn, of course, wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school. Bloody ridiculous rule, if you asked her. If she had it her way she would just throw everything into her trunk and sit on it for a while until it all fit.
With perfect timing, her mother knocked delicately on her door and then opened it and entered the room without waiting for a response. "Penrose," she said in her quiet but cool voice. "Are you packing?" Penn didn't turn around. She absolutely despised her full name, but of course her parents refused to use her nickname. "Sure am," Penn responded cheerfully. She blew a loud bubble with her gum and continued to skim the newspaper. As usual, she was toeing the line. Her mother remarked coldly, "Your room looks disastrous. I hope you'll be done packing before dinner." Then she left. Penn knew that what she really meant was that she had better be done packing before dinner or she would be packing instead of eating dinner. Well, she didn't really know that. Although she pretended to have a lot of attitude around them, Penn was too frightened to really push her parents too far. Heaving a sigh that she hoped her mother could hear, she rolled off her bed and stood to face the mess in front of her, hands on her hips. Resentfully, she began picking up her clothes and sort of folding them before tossing them into the trunk. After an hour or so, she was done, although her textbooks were barely fitting inside on top of all her school robes and cloaks. Sometimes she thought it would be much more convenient to live nearer to the equator where so much clothing wasn't required.
Dinner that night was a typical Selwyn family gathering, complete with plenty of lecturing about their studies and Penn picking on her sister. True, she was the youngest sibling, but her sister was just such a sweet, easy target. And really, she shouldn't take stuff so seriously. Personally, Penn thought that everyone took things too seriously most of the time, most of all her parents. She couldn't wait to board the bloody train tomorrow. That hour came soon enough and Penn detached herself from her siblings and headed down the train, searching for either an empty compartment or one with her friends in it. Unfortunately, she didn't find either, so she reluctantly entered a compartment with a boy who she immediately knew to be a first year from his wide-eyed, innocent and slightly fearful look. She sat down across from him by the window and tried to ignore him, but that only worked for about five seconds before she couldn't stand him staring at her any longer. She abruptly leaned forward and met the young boy's curious gaze. "Can I help you?" she asked him dryly.
With perfect timing, her mother knocked delicately on her door and then opened it and entered the room without waiting for a response. "Penrose," she said in her quiet but cool voice. "Are you packing?" Penn didn't turn around. She absolutely despised her full name, but of course her parents refused to use her nickname. "Sure am," Penn responded cheerfully. She blew a loud bubble with her gum and continued to skim the newspaper. As usual, she was toeing the line. Her mother remarked coldly, "Your room looks disastrous. I hope you'll be done packing before dinner." Then she left. Penn knew that what she really meant was that she had better be done packing before dinner or she would be packing instead of eating dinner. Well, she didn't really know that. Although she pretended to have a lot of attitude around them, Penn was too frightened to really push her parents too far. Heaving a sigh that she hoped her mother could hear, she rolled off her bed and stood to face the mess in front of her, hands on her hips. Resentfully, she began picking up her clothes and sort of folding them before tossing them into the trunk. After an hour or so, she was done, although her textbooks were barely fitting inside on top of all her school robes and cloaks. Sometimes she thought it would be much more convenient to live nearer to the equator where so much clothing wasn't required.
Dinner that night was a typical Selwyn family gathering, complete with plenty of lecturing about their studies and Penn picking on her sister. True, she was the youngest sibling, but her sister was just such a sweet, easy target. And really, she shouldn't take stuff so seriously. Personally, Penn thought that everyone took things too seriously most of the time, most of all her parents. She couldn't wait to board the bloody train tomorrow. That hour came soon enough and Penn detached herself from her siblings and headed down the train, searching for either an empty compartment or one with her friends in it. Unfortunately, she didn't find either, so she reluctantly entered a compartment with a boy who she immediately knew to be a first year from his wide-eyed, innocent and slightly fearful look. She sat down across from him by the window and tried to ignore him, but that only worked for about five seconds before she couldn't stand him staring at her any longer. She abruptly leaned forward and met the young boy's curious gaze. "Can I help you?" she asked him dryly.
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