Post by charlotte remi frobisher on May 28, 2012 16:21:11 GMT -5
Looks like this is
CHARLOTTE'S
Wallet...
Here's the ID..
PLAYBY: Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
FULL NAME: Charlotte Remi Frobisher
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
BIRTH DATE: 14 March 2003
HOUSE: Former Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: Unspeakable - The Love ChamberOh, look, here's some photos.
Wonder who they're of…?
MOTHER: Lisa Walker
FATHER: Gregory Frobisher
SIBLINGS: Brother (24), sister (18), and brother (6th year Gryffindor)
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: N/AYour wallet says a lot
about you, you know...
LIKES:
- Her job
- Books
- All creatures
- Men
- Deep conversations
- Spring
- Flirting
- Wildflowers
- Romance
- Mystery
- Family gatherings
- Friends
- Honesty
- Lace
- Soft colors
- Animagi
DISLIKES:
- Liars
- Being alone
- Dueling
- People who hold grudges
- Cheaters
- Arrogance
- Flying
- Her tendency to fall for the "bad boy" type
- Blood purists
PERSONALITY:
Charlotte is extremely friendly and open, pursuing friendships with even the unlikeliest of people. A dreamer at heart, she sometimes finds it difficult to make the leap towards accomplishing her dreams. She places others needs before her own, finding happiness in helping others. Although she is generally nice, Charlotte has no patience for liars and cheaters and will not hesitate to speak her mind. When necessary, she can be rather sharp-tongued. She has opinions that she believes in fiercely and stands up for them no matter what.
A former Ravenclaw, Charlotte's intelligence level is practically unmatched. With a penchant for books and research, she is quite the walking encyclopedia and enjoys conversations with others who can keep up. She's not the type to engage in frivolous gossip and tends to stay away from those that do. A loyal friend, she can keep secrets like nobody's business and it's one of the many reasons she was recruited as an Unspeakable. While Charlotte loves her job, she very much dislikes the fact that she has to lie about her real career. Sure, she tells others that she works at the Ministry, but never about what floor she works on. Aside from this little necessary lie, Charlotte cannot recall another time she's ever told a lie in her life. She values honesty above all else and strives to help others follow the same path.
Charlotte is a true romantic and believes in all it's hype. However, her job doesn't make it easy for her to let guys get close and she typically comes across as nothing but a beautiful mystery. Her life is shrouded in it and while it's alluring at first, she finds that many men grow bored of the game and move on. The few men that do stick around end up being less than gentlemen and break her heart soon after. Still, Charlotte believes wholeheartedly that she will find her prince charming someday.
There's some notes in here...
Were they writing their freaking life story?
Were they writing their freaking life story?
HISTORY:
The second eldest child (and first daughter) of pureblood wizards Gregory and Lisa Frobisher was born on March 14, 2003 and promptly named Charlotte Remi. In the years following, a second daughter and son were born, rounding the family out at an even four children. The Frobisher family lived in a rather large home located in Ottery St. Catchpole within Devon, England. Though their home was of a substantial size, the family lived modestly and Charlotte grew up with an appreciation for the value of objects.
A tight knit family, Charlotte spent most of her time helping her mother will daily household chores or playing with her brothers and sister. She grew up amongst both magical and nonmagical folk, seeing them all as equals in her eyes. Her parents befriended many muggles in the area and their children became fast playmates of Charlotte. It was around the age of six that she first began showing signs of magical abilities and she suddenly wasn't allowed to play with her muggle friends so often. Already very intelligent, Charlotte understood why, but missed them just the same.
As she grew older, Charlotte found herself becoming more and more interested in reading books. The ones that enchanted her the most were ancient and often in a language she couldn't comprehend, but that never stopped her. She taught herself each language as need be and quickly accumulated an arsenal of knowledge that astonished all of those around her. Often times her mother would say, "With a pretty face like that, they'll never see you coming," and she couldn't have been more right. When Charlotte opened her mouth to rattle off little known facts, every witch and wizard who encountered her were picking their jaws up off the floor.
Once her letter for Hogwarts arrived, the Frobisher's eldest daughter couldn't wait to go. She'd heard so many wonderful things about the school and it's library, in particular, that the possibilities there were endless. Her sights were set on the Restricted section, determined to read their contents and gain knowledge that few living witches and wizards were privy to. Naturally, Charlotte was sorted into the Ravenclaw house and passed both her O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S with perfect marks.
Her friendly nature made her lots of lifetime friends, but she fell rather short in the boy department. With her looks, Charlotte received more than ample attention from her fellow male students, but her focus on her studies pushed many of them away. She pursued several short-term relationships with a few of them (one Slytherin boy, in particular), but nothing ever stuck.
In her fifth year, she was chosen as prefect and finally gained access to the Restricted section. Although the subjects revolved around the Dark Arts, Charlotte was grateful for the knowledge nonetheless. Eventually, she became Head girl and finished out her days at Hogwarts strong. With her outstanding performance at Hogwarts, Charlotte was immediately recruited by the Ministry as an Unspeakable.
She has worked there, in the Love chamber, ever since and continues to enjoy her job. Only a select few are privy to the secrets in the Department of Mysteries and she worked hard enough to be one of them. Charlotte no longer lives with her family in Ottery St. Catchpole, but has taken up residence in an apartment with a female roommate in downtown London. She enjoys the freedom, but visits her family at least twice a week.Wonder what this wallet's
made of...?
YOUR NAME: Elle
YEARS RPING: 10, I believe
CONTACT INFO: PM or CboxYou've got
style!
RP SAMPLE: This is recyled, if that's okay. It's from Charlotte when I played her on another site.The wind blew steady and strong that winter morning as Charlotte made her way across the grounds of Hogwarts, picturing the map in her head that the professor had included in her last correspondence. A slight chill ran down her spine causing her fingers to grasp onto the fabric of her cream-coloured cloak, pulling it closer to her small frame. As her blue eyes caught sight of the greenhouses just ahead, a familiar smile crept onto the witch’s lips. The glass that framed the long, rectangular buildings provided an intriguing glimpse into the specimens that were housed inside and Charlotte (for the first time in her young life) wished away the snow so that she may walk faster. Yet, in that glimpse, Charlotte realized her decision to leave home hadn’t been for naught. This job was the chance for her to indulge in the comforts of home while finding the freedom she’d always longed for.
Slipping quietly into the third greenhouse, Charlotte removed the hood from her head and a tumble of blonde waves cascaded around her shoulders. The warmth of the greenhouse soon brought a healthy pink glow to her cheeks, but Charlotte was oblivious to anything but the exotic array of plants before her. Her senses became enraptured, pulled in by the large variety of scents and colors. To think this was only one greenhouse! The possibilities for what lay in the other two greenhouses and amongst the gardens were endless. Although she was well versed in the plants of North America, a lack of travel had left her unacquainted with the more complex plants of Hogwart’s greenhouses. Star and Stripes Academy had touched on plants of other continents, but they didn’t come near to covering what this one greenhouse held alone. While a desire to be closer to her best friend Alice was what planted the idea in her head, it was this yearning for more knowledge that ultimately led her to Hogwarts.
Charlotte moved from one plant to the next, examining them closely without touching. After years of experience with plants of both the common and magical sort, the young witch knew the consequences of such an action. Caught up in the moment, Charlotte quickly forgot about her interview with the Herbology professor to become an assistant. Only her feet moved as they carried her down the rows, her head bowed without any care for where she was going. Charlotte’s fingers grazed across the edge of the table and as she stepped forward once more, her hands fell off the end of the table. She looked up suddenly; her blue eyes glancing back to reveal that she’d walked the whole length of the greenhouse without even noticing. A knowing smile lit up her face as a light laugh escaped her lips, amused at the way plants had always kept her attention when nothing else ever had. Glancing back in the direction she’d been heading, Charlotte caught her first glimpse of an elegant dark-haired woman who could be none other than the Herbology professor.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte smoothed down the hair that framed her face and stepped closer to the open office door. She knocked lightly on the door, poking her head slightly into the room as she did so. With a gentle smile on her face, Charlotte swallowed back the nerves that had suddenly hit her and remembered her mother’s words of encouragement. “Hello, Professor. I hope I haven’t come at a bad time.” She paused momentarily, giving her a chance to interject in case she was busy, before continuing on. “I’ve come for an interview for the assistant position. My name is Charlotte Moore...we exchanged a few letters not long ago.” Charlotte realized she should have sent a return letter, announcing the exact day she was to come, but she had simply been too thrilled to think so far in advance. She only hoped arriving on this Saturday worked well enough for the professor’s schedule.Better leave this where it is...
...don't want to get in trouble.
