Post by Spencer McMahon on Oct 13, 2007 17:46:54 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFO
Full Name; Spencer McMahon
Age; Fifteen
Year; Sophomore
Birthday; July the Twenty Sixth
Gender; The Female One
Clique; Individual
History; On a dark and stormy nightat the end of July, a baby girl was born. Her mother, barely out of school, decided she couldn't cope with a child- being one herself. She dumped the baby on it's maternal grandparents, and ran away. She didn't even stick around long enough to give her daughter a name. No one knew where she'd gone, and after seven years, Spencer was adopted by Gran and Grampa. They'd named her, they'd stayed up with her when she was ill, and they'd cleaned up her scraped knees. In other words, they'd been her parents.
So it was a surprise when, on her tenth birthday, a card with a cheque for $100 arrived on the doormat, signed 'Mom'. Now it transpired that Spencer's mother had had a spot of luck. Upon ariving in New York, she'd found an appartment, and a waitressing job. While waiting a certain table for a certain customer, this luck had hit. This man arrived every day to be waited upon by the girl with the blonde hair. He dressed well, and was well spoken. He was older than Julie (Spencer's mother) by about ten years, but this didn't stop him, one day, from proposing. Now Julie wasn't the most scrupulous of people. She knew that this man was well off. Very well off. And she accepted. Ten yeas down the line, with no more children, her husband decided that it was time his wife found her daughter.
The tenth birthday card had held details about how to contact Julie, along with the money. Gran and Grampa put the money into an account for Spencer's education, and ignored the rest of the card. Then the phonecalls had started. Julie and her husband asking to speak to Spencer at all hours of the day and night. Meanwhile, Spencer was oblivious to all this and living the life of a slightly socially awkward ten year old. She read alot, and didn't get on well with many of her classmates. This worried her grandparents. What ten year old didn't play with other ten year olds? They were keeping her mother away- was that the cause?
So, after a year or two of persistant phone-calling, and 3 more cheques of varying amounts, Spencer McMahon met her mother. She didn't quite understand who the woman with the strong perfume was. As far as she was concerned, Gran was her mother and Grampa was her father. She didn't care about biology. She didn't care about money. She just wanted to stay home. But the woman took her out anyway. Her husband went along. They both insisted that she call them Mommy and Daddy- something she'd never called anyone before. The three spent the day in stuffy restaurants and boring mueums, and when they got home, Spencer said that she never wanted to see them again.
The year Spencer started at Orphino, the couple gave in. They stopped calling, and the money dred up. Although there was already enough stashed away to send her to a decent college. This was also the year she met Tully Jameson. Wow. That was a mistake. She liked him immediately- he was the first 'real' guy she'd liked (seeing as Ashton Kutcher probably didn't count as being real). However, when she found out he didn't feel the same, she turned it around. She forced herself to believe that she hated him. It worked so well that everyone else believed it too.
Now she's carrying on the charade, with her small group of frends. As far as she knows, no one has figured out that her hatered stems from an actual crush. But she may be wrong. As far as she knows, her mother has given up trying to win her back. But she may be wrong. As far as she knows, dragons are a myth. But she could be wrong.
Really... She could be...
Plots With other Cannons; Plot 5
Personlity; When you first meet Spencer, she's quiet. She'll smile sweetly, laugh quietly, and tell the odd joke. Get her out of her shell however, and she completely changes. She'll be loud, laugh wholeheartedly with other people, and at herself. She enjoys playing pranks occasionlly, but only targets those she feels deserve it- basically anyone that picks on someone smaller or weaker than themselves.
You have to work hard to crack a nut like Spencer. She's a bundle of contradictions. Although she can be very outgoing once she's used to a situation, she is an intensely private person. She doesn't like anyone to know what she really thinks, and covers this up by messing around and pulling pranks. If she doesn't like someone, they'll know about it, as she can be very blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks of you... unless she really likes you. Really. She hates to fail, and that shows in the way she handles her relationships- rather than face rejection, she will go to extreme lengths to make a person hate her.
Good Traits;
-Opinionated
-Speaks her mind
-Doesn't follow the crowd & likes to do her own thing
-Witty
-Fun to be around
Bad Traits;
-Opinionated
-Speaks her mind in awkward situations
-Closed off to other people
-Quick tempered
-Bites fingernails
Appearance; The first thing most people notice about Spencer is her eyes. Seemingly too big for her face, and piercing blue-grey. Because her eyes are large, it's easy for her to look surprised- something she plays on. Her hair is long, and blonde. She tends to let her hair do it's own thing, after washing and brushing it. As a result, it can add to her look of surprise- as though she's just had a hair-raising experience (ba-dum tsch!).
Spencer likes to dance, and this shows in her body type- slim and athletic. She never dances in public though- it's a personal thing. The clothes she wears don't really conform to any fashion or style of the moment. Instead, she wears what she likes, and to hell with anyone who doesn't like it. She doesn't spend too much time fussing over her appearance, sometimes running to class wearing the same clothes as the day before (and sometimes has slept in). To her, there are more important things in life than keeping up appearances.
Actress/Actor Claim; Emilie De Ravin
Sample Photo;
Likes;
-Peanut Butter
-Dancing
-Reading (mainly fantasy/sci-fi)
-Old movies (Santa Clause Conquers the Martians is a favourite)
-Interesting bands.
-Long walks by herself
-Vegetarians
Dislikes;
-Uninteresting bands
-Books that start out as being promising, but end up boring her
-'Reality' Television
-Meat
-Smokers
-Sports
-Ice Cream
Goals;
-To get through high school as unscathed as possible
-To never see her mother and step-father again.
Fears;
-Rejection
-Ending up alone
Sample Roleplay; ((You know where this is from ;D ))
Patrolling the bloody grounds. At bloody night. In the bloody fog. "When the hell did I sign up to do this?" Freya muttered under her breath. A treacherous little voice piped up at the back of her mind. You signed up for this when you became the duelling teacher. And the head of Hufflepuff. Not to mention your Auror status. The young woman groaned, and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Yes it was an important job- especially given recent events, and she could at least raise the alarm and take out a DE or two if she was really quick in the event of another attack, but that wouldn't stop her from grumbling about the cold. The damp was playing havoc with her hair as well. Surely The Founders could have chosen a more comfortable place than a mountain in Scotland to build the school.
As it was though, on this particular night there was a twenty year old woman wrapped in a scarf, ear muffs, a heavy cloak and the ugliest orange jumper you've ever seen along with her normal slouch jeans and t-shirt, was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a lit wand held reluctantly in her hand.
Ahead of her and across the lake, a something gleamed. Or maybe glinted- it was hard to tell at a distance. It may even have glistened. Whatever it had done, it had been doing it brightly enough to cut through the fog. Nothing out here, except maybe the unicorns - which never came this close to the school - was that bright. This sparked Freya's interest. What on earth was going on on the other side of the lake?
Luckily, she wasn't exactly opposite the flash of light, and could reach the point she thought she'd seen it fairly quickly. Going at a half run, which made her sweat under her layers of clothing, she scooted around the shore. Dammit... Bloody... Cold... Scarf... Too hot... Thoughts ran disjointedly though her mind as she approached the approximate area where the glintgleamglisten had been.
Through the mist, Freya saw a dark shape. A human shape. Damn She thought. It had better be a student. Raising the still lit wand, she called out. "You. Stop. Now. My name is Professor Rose, know what that means?" Without waiting for an answer she ploughed on. "It means if you're a student here, you're in one heck of alot of trouble for being out of bounds at night. If you're not, it means you're still in one heck of alot of trouble, but it'll be worse for you because I might just be in the mood to apprehend your sorry arse and drag it down to Auror HQ."
RPer INFO
Name; Maxine
Age; Twenty and three months
Years of Experiance; One and a half
Favorite Flavor of Jelly Beans;Cinnamon
Full Name; Spencer McMahon
Age; Fifteen
Year; Sophomore
Birthday; July the Twenty Sixth
Gender; The Female One
Clique; Individual
History; On a dark and stormy nightat the end of July, a baby girl was born. Her mother, barely out of school, decided she couldn't cope with a child- being one herself. She dumped the baby on it's maternal grandparents, and ran away. She didn't even stick around long enough to give her daughter a name. No one knew where she'd gone, and after seven years, Spencer was adopted by Gran and Grampa. They'd named her, they'd stayed up with her when she was ill, and they'd cleaned up her scraped knees. In other words, they'd been her parents.
So it was a surprise when, on her tenth birthday, a card with a cheque for $100 arrived on the doormat, signed 'Mom'. Now it transpired that Spencer's mother had had a spot of luck. Upon ariving in New York, she'd found an appartment, and a waitressing job. While waiting a certain table for a certain customer, this luck had hit. This man arrived every day to be waited upon by the girl with the blonde hair. He dressed well, and was well spoken. He was older than Julie (Spencer's mother) by about ten years, but this didn't stop him, one day, from proposing. Now Julie wasn't the most scrupulous of people. She knew that this man was well off. Very well off. And she accepted. Ten yeas down the line, with no more children, her husband decided that it was time his wife found her daughter.
The tenth birthday card had held details about how to contact Julie, along with the money. Gran and Grampa put the money into an account for Spencer's education, and ignored the rest of the card. Then the phonecalls had started. Julie and her husband asking to speak to Spencer at all hours of the day and night. Meanwhile, Spencer was oblivious to all this and living the life of a slightly socially awkward ten year old. She read alot, and didn't get on well with many of her classmates. This worried her grandparents. What ten year old didn't play with other ten year olds? They were keeping her mother away- was that the cause?
So, after a year or two of persistant phone-calling, and 3 more cheques of varying amounts, Spencer McMahon met her mother. She didn't quite understand who the woman with the strong perfume was. As far as she was concerned, Gran was her mother and Grampa was her father. She didn't care about biology. She didn't care about money. She just wanted to stay home. But the woman took her out anyway. Her husband went along. They both insisted that she call them Mommy and Daddy- something she'd never called anyone before. The three spent the day in stuffy restaurants and boring mueums, and when they got home, Spencer said that she never wanted to see them again.
The year Spencer started at Orphino, the couple gave in. They stopped calling, and the money dred up. Although there was already enough stashed away to send her to a decent college. This was also the year she met Tully Jameson. Wow. That was a mistake. She liked him immediately- he was the first 'real' guy she'd liked (seeing as Ashton Kutcher probably didn't count as being real). However, when she found out he didn't feel the same, she turned it around. She forced herself to believe that she hated him. It worked so well that everyone else believed it too.
Now she's carrying on the charade, with her small group of frends. As far as she knows, no one has figured out that her hatered stems from an actual crush. But she may be wrong. As far as she knows, her mother has given up trying to win her back. But she may be wrong. As far as she knows, dragons are a myth. But she could be wrong.
Really... She could be...
Plots With other Cannons; Plot 5
Personlity; When you first meet Spencer, she's quiet. She'll smile sweetly, laugh quietly, and tell the odd joke. Get her out of her shell however, and she completely changes. She'll be loud, laugh wholeheartedly with other people, and at herself. She enjoys playing pranks occasionlly, but only targets those she feels deserve it- basically anyone that picks on someone smaller or weaker than themselves.
You have to work hard to crack a nut like Spencer. She's a bundle of contradictions. Although she can be very outgoing once she's used to a situation, she is an intensely private person. She doesn't like anyone to know what she really thinks, and covers this up by messing around and pulling pranks. If she doesn't like someone, they'll know about it, as she can be very blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks of you... unless she really likes you. Really. She hates to fail, and that shows in the way she handles her relationships- rather than face rejection, she will go to extreme lengths to make a person hate her.
Good Traits;
-Opinionated
-Speaks her mind
-Doesn't follow the crowd & likes to do her own thing
-Witty
-Fun to be around
Bad Traits;
-Opinionated
-Speaks her mind in awkward situations
-Closed off to other people
-Quick tempered
-Bites fingernails
Appearance; The first thing most people notice about Spencer is her eyes. Seemingly too big for her face, and piercing blue-grey. Because her eyes are large, it's easy for her to look surprised- something she plays on. Her hair is long, and blonde. She tends to let her hair do it's own thing, after washing and brushing it. As a result, it can add to her look of surprise- as though she's just had a hair-raising experience (ba-dum tsch!).
Spencer likes to dance, and this shows in her body type- slim and athletic. She never dances in public though- it's a personal thing. The clothes she wears don't really conform to any fashion or style of the moment. Instead, she wears what she likes, and to hell with anyone who doesn't like it. She doesn't spend too much time fussing over her appearance, sometimes running to class wearing the same clothes as the day before (and sometimes has slept in). To her, there are more important things in life than keeping up appearances.
Actress/Actor Claim; Emilie De Ravin
Sample Photo;
Likes;
-Peanut Butter
-Dancing
-Reading (mainly fantasy/sci-fi)
-Old movies (Santa Clause Conquers the Martians is a favourite)
-Interesting bands.
-Long walks by herself
-Vegetarians
Dislikes;
-Uninteresting bands
-Books that start out as being promising, but end up boring her
-'Reality' Television
-Meat
-Smokers
-Sports
-Ice Cream
Goals;
-To get through high school as unscathed as possible
-To never see her mother and step-father again.
Fears;
-Rejection
-Ending up alone
Sample Roleplay; ((You know where this is from ;D ))
Patrolling the bloody grounds. At bloody night. In the bloody fog. "When the hell did I sign up to do this?" Freya muttered under her breath. A treacherous little voice piped up at the back of her mind. You signed up for this when you became the duelling teacher. And the head of Hufflepuff. Not to mention your Auror status. The young woman groaned, and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Yes it was an important job- especially given recent events, and she could at least raise the alarm and take out a DE or two if she was really quick in the event of another attack, but that wouldn't stop her from grumbling about the cold. The damp was playing havoc with her hair as well. Surely The Founders could have chosen a more comfortable place than a mountain in Scotland to build the school.
As it was though, on this particular night there was a twenty year old woman wrapped in a scarf, ear muffs, a heavy cloak and the ugliest orange jumper you've ever seen along with her normal slouch jeans and t-shirt, was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a lit wand held reluctantly in her hand.
Ahead of her and across the lake, a something gleamed. Or maybe glinted- it was hard to tell at a distance. It may even have glistened. Whatever it had done, it had been doing it brightly enough to cut through the fog. Nothing out here, except maybe the unicorns - which never came this close to the school - was that bright. This sparked Freya's interest. What on earth was going on on the other side of the lake?
Luckily, she wasn't exactly opposite the flash of light, and could reach the point she thought she'd seen it fairly quickly. Going at a half run, which made her sweat under her layers of clothing, she scooted around the shore. Dammit... Bloody... Cold... Scarf... Too hot... Thoughts ran disjointedly though her mind as she approached the approximate area where the glintgleamglisten had been.
Through the mist, Freya saw a dark shape. A human shape. Damn She thought. It had better be a student. Raising the still lit wand, she called out. "You. Stop. Now. My name is Professor Rose, know what that means?" Without waiting for an answer she ploughed on. "It means if you're a student here, you're in one heck of alot of trouble for being out of bounds at night. If you're not, it means you're still in one heck of alot of trouble, but it'll be worse for you because I might just be in the mood to apprehend your sorry arse and drag it down to Auror HQ."
RPer INFO
Name; Max
Age; Twenty and three months
Years of Experiance; One and a half
Favorite Flavor of Jelly Beans;Cinnamon
Just one tiny little thing.