Post by Cordelia Huntington on Jun 16, 2011 20:16:59 GMT -5
In Character:
Name: cordelia danielle huntington
Nickname: cordie
Age/Year in School: seventeen/seventh
Alliance: neutral
Blood Status: pure
House: slytherin
Likes:
+ Art and photography
+ Solitude
+ Using sarcasm
+ Challenging people
+ Astronomy
Dislikes:
+ People being patronizing
+ Open water
+ Muggleborns
+ Overly enthusiastic people
+ Feeling vunerable
Fears:
+ Deep, open bodies of water
+ Moving house, away from her best friend
+ Heights
Goals:
+ Finish her last year at Hogwarts with good grades
+ Persue a career she's passionate about
+ Travel
Strengths:
+ Creative
+ Realistic
+ Independent
Weaknesses:
+ Apathetic towards others
+ Pessimistic
+ Flying
Personality/Looks:
Cordelia doesn't have the most warm, welcoming sense about her and in fact, seems to be surrounded by a generally cool, sly ambience. Social isn't a word you'd associate with cordelia, for she's always been one to keep to herself, but has grown to become a little more open when it comes to communicating with others. Given it may not be polite communication, but progress none the less. She is still very intent on purity of blood and doesn't like muggles, muggle-borns very much. Sarcasm is very much something Cordie is accustom to using, even if it is the lowest form of wit. Comments just seem to roll of her tongue before she thinks about what she says, hurting people in the mean time without any real sympathy from cordelia when she does so. Cordelia is intelligent, academically and generally. She is aware of her surroundings and knows when not to get into things, how to stay out of them and just keep on the right side of situations. Cordelia entirely stubborn and full of pride, finding it hard to ask for things when she needs it.
She appreciates intelligence in others when it is used correctly, despising dumb luck of others as well as immaturity. Respect from cordelia is received when she determines whether or not people have earned in, and in her books it is earned when you are able to hold you ground and a good enough mind to support whatever opinions you may have. Contrary to belief some may have about her, if you give a good enough reason for her to like you she will give you a change – even if you do happen to be just a half-blood or of a different house. Don’t count on this happening too much though; cordelia won’t be freely be friendly Hufflepuff’s any time soon.
Cordelia has her strengths and weaknesses; her strength being general intellectual and also her artistic values. She is highly creative and although could pursue something to do with art, doesn't feel she can. For some; with creativity comes imagination -however Cordelia doesn't spend her time dreaming of what she wishes for. Pessimistic, she likes to expect the worst; that way she's never disappointed. Cordie's main weaknesses are the links she has and connections with the ones she loves. Cordelia has protectiveness over her half-brother and she sometimes feels the need to make sure he is okay as in reality; they only really have each other.
History:
Cordelia danielle huntington is the daughter of meredith huntington and daniel nott. The two met back when they both worked at the ministry; daniel as an unspeakable and meredith an obliviator. The two had an affair and meredith fell pregnant with cordelia. She took time off work and wrote a letter to daniel, telling him of their children. She'd hoped for a reply that would supply help and maybe even idea's to raise both children together. At first she gave up hope, until daniel showed up in person just after her birth. Daniel confessed bluntly that he had no use in a daughter, all he wanted was a male to carry on the family name once he was gone. Seeing as meredith didn’t deliver what he had hoped for, she could do nothing to convince him to be a part of his daughters life - daniel's death threat against both of them prevented her from doing so. There meredith was, left to raise a child by herself. Meredith made cordelia's middle name danielle as a connection to her birth father, even if cordelia didn't know it.
As for cordelia, she grew up with the only support being from her mother. When meredith decided to resign from the ministry of magic instead of returning to her work as an obliviatior due to ‘personal reasons’ (concerning daniel but cordie wasn’t to know of that at her young age) she tried to maintain their home in london but due to lack of income, had to resort to temporarily moving back to her parents estate in cheshire. Meredith had promised she’d find a job and then find a place for her and her seventh month old daughter, as soon as the year was up. By christmas she had been turned down by three jobs. Winter turned to spring, spring into summer, autumn. Soon enough another christmas came around…then another, and eventually that ‘temporary’ stay became permanent. Meredith couldn’t find a job she could stick to and the flimsy pay she would receive was barely enough for one person to live off. Cordelia was only young at this age, having not remembered her first home in london and her grandparents’ large estate became ‘home’. The huntington elders were a middle-upper class pureblood family however didn’t flaunt their wealth. They had the values of traditional purebloods – maintaining the belief that blood should be kept pure while frowning upon muggleborns. It was only natural cordie picked up on these politics, altering her view towards muggles and personality against them.
When cordelia was six years old, meredith decided she would go back to the root of the situation – daniel nott. Surely, if he saw his own flesh and blood, he’d find something in him to take them in? Or even provide help in some way? She had to try, for cordelia’s sake. So one day, without warning, meredith took cordelia to see her father, not telling her that’s who he was and giving him a guise as an ‘old friend’. Cordie had always questioned her dad’s existence, yet a straight answer was never given as to who or where he was. The first time she had ever asked for him, her mother paled slightly and quickly hushed her, insisting that it wasn’t important. After then it was almost a taboo topic – when she bought it up when her grandparents were around, an argument always seemed to arise. Cordelia always resented her mother for not telling her who he was or giving any indication whether he was even alive. And now they were off to visit him and invade whatever life he had now. They arrived late in the afternoon; their destination a moody house which sat atop a hill, the only house neighbouring it being vacant. Cordelia remained behind her mother the whole time, all the while not actually knowing where they were, having believed her mother when she said this was just an ‘old friend’. Words were exchanged as an aged man answered the door, though she never paid attention to the conversation which took place. It was only when the door slammed closed that cordelia turned her attention to her mum who simply uttered the words “cordelia… would you like to see your new home?”
It all happened quite quickly then. This ‘new home’ happened to be the vacant on next to the ‘old friend’ (her fathers) house. The revelation that he was her father was discovered the night they moved in. Shocked, excited, nervous. Those emotions shook her when she found out – having wondering about him her whole life and then suddenly being so close. She wanted to see him again instantly, but her mother insisted it wasn’t a good idea, that he was an impatient man and although was her father, wouldn’t be so keen to get to know her. She did get to see him though, however didn’t speak words to him despite her desperate desire to. He was intimidating and she hid from him as he walked down their garden path one day to discuss things with her mother. Cordelia tried to spy on the conversing pair from a tree outside the house but was interrupted when by an intruder she later discovered to be theodore nott – new neighbour, son of daniel and half sibling.
Cordelia and theodore’s meeting was a brief one, not long enough for her to determine whether she liked him or not. They were the same age; cordelia hadn’t been around others her age, only observed muggles from a far whenever they passed her grandparents’ home. They met once again down by the lake, the occasion then determining her views on him. He was odd, yes, but interesting, which she felt drawn to. The two became friends of sorts, the relationship developing into one of shared annoyance (due to deliberate sarcasm and snarkyness exchanged between them) however sometimes intercepted by genuine moments of kindness. Their odd friendships continued as they went to hogwarts, sharing irritation for one another yet were still close. When it came to other friends at hogwarts – her sorting into slytherin house was no surprise – they were rare and few. She lingered around the others slytherins but was never quite part of the group, not particularly minding however as she preferred solitude to crowded areas. Her grades were never the best but she managed, now in seventh year taking it all in her stride.
RP Sample:
Out of Character:
Alias: cordie
How long you have been rping: 3-4 years
How you found us: some random person that goes by the name nott.
Name: cordelia danielle huntington
Nickname: cordie
Age/Year in School: seventeen/seventh
Alliance: neutral
Blood Status: pure
House: slytherin
Likes:
+ Art and photography
+ Solitude
+ Using sarcasm
+ Challenging people
+ Astronomy
Dislikes:
+ People being patronizing
+ Open water
+ Muggleborns
+ Overly enthusiastic people
+ Feeling vunerable
Fears:
+ Deep, open bodies of water
+ Moving house, away from her best friend
+ Heights
Goals:
+ Finish her last year at Hogwarts with good grades
+ Persue a career she's passionate about
+ Travel
Strengths:
+ Creative
+ Realistic
+ Independent
Weaknesses:
+ Apathetic towards others
+ Pessimistic
+ Flying
Personality/Looks:
Cordelia doesn't have the most warm, welcoming sense about her and in fact, seems to be surrounded by a generally cool, sly ambience. Social isn't a word you'd associate with cordelia, for she's always been one to keep to herself, but has grown to become a little more open when it comes to communicating with others. Given it may not be polite communication, but progress none the less. She is still very intent on purity of blood and doesn't like muggles, muggle-borns very much. Sarcasm is very much something Cordie is accustom to using, even if it is the lowest form of wit. Comments just seem to roll of her tongue before she thinks about what she says, hurting people in the mean time without any real sympathy from cordelia when she does so. Cordelia is intelligent, academically and generally. She is aware of her surroundings and knows when not to get into things, how to stay out of them and just keep on the right side of situations. Cordelia entirely stubborn and full of pride, finding it hard to ask for things when she needs it.
She appreciates intelligence in others when it is used correctly, despising dumb luck of others as well as immaturity. Respect from cordelia is received when she determines whether or not people have earned in, and in her books it is earned when you are able to hold you ground and a good enough mind to support whatever opinions you may have. Contrary to belief some may have about her, if you give a good enough reason for her to like you she will give you a change – even if you do happen to be just a half-blood or of a different house. Don’t count on this happening too much though; cordelia won’t be freely be friendly Hufflepuff’s any time soon.
Cordelia has her strengths and weaknesses; her strength being general intellectual and also her artistic values. She is highly creative and although could pursue something to do with art, doesn't feel she can. For some; with creativity comes imagination -however Cordelia doesn't spend her time dreaming of what she wishes for. Pessimistic, she likes to expect the worst; that way she's never disappointed. Cordie's main weaknesses are the links she has and connections with the ones she loves. Cordelia has protectiveness over her half-brother and she sometimes feels the need to make sure he is okay as in reality; they only really have each other.
History:
Cordelia danielle huntington is the daughter of meredith huntington and daniel nott. The two met back when they both worked at the ministry; daniel as an unspeakable and meredith an obliviator. The two had an affair and meredith fell pregnant with cordelia. She took time off work and wrote a letter to daniel, telling him of their children. She'd hoped for a reply that would supply help and maybe even idea's to raise both children together. At first she gave up hope, until daniel showed up in person just after her birth. Daniel confessed bluntly that he had no use in a daughter, all he wanted was a male to carry on the family name once he was gone. Seeing as meredith didn’t deliver what he had hoped for, she could do nothing to convince him to be a part of his daughters life - daniel's death threat against both of them prevented her from doing so. There meredith was, left to raise a child by herself. Meredith made cordelia's middle name danielle as a connection to her birth father, even if cordelia didn't know it.
As for cordelia, she grew up with the only support being from her mother. When meredith decided to resign from the ministry of magic instead of returning to her work as an obliviatior due to ‘personal reasons’ (concerning daniel but cordie wasn’t to know of that at her young age) she tried to maintain their home in london but due to lack of income, had to resort to temporarily moving back to her parents estate in cheshire. Meredith had promised she’d find a job and then find a place for her and her seventh month old daughter, as soon as the year was up. By christmas she had been turned down by three jobs. Winter turned to spring, spring into summer, autumn. Soon enough another christmas came around…then another, and eventually that ‘temporary’ stay became permanent. Meredith couldn’t find a job she could stick to and the flimsy pay she would receive was barely enough for one person to live off. Cordelia was only young at this age, having not remembered her first home in london and her grandparents’ large estate became ‘home’. The huntington elders were a middle-upper class pureblood family however didn’t flaunt their wealth. They had the values of traditional purebloods – maintaining the belief that blood should be kept pure while frowning upon muggleborns. It was only natural cordie picked up on these politics, altering her view towards muggles and personality against them.
When cordelia was six years old, meredith decided she would go back to the root of the situation – daniel nott. Surely, if he saw his own flesh and blood, he’d find something in him to take them in? Or even provide help in some way? She had to try, for cordelia’s sake. So one day, without warning, meredith took cordelia to see her father, not telling her that’s who he was and giving him a guise as an ‘old friend’. Cordie had always questioned her dad’s existence, yet a straight answer was never given as to who or where he was. The first time she had ever asked for him, her mother paled slightly and quickly hushed her, insisting that it wasn’t important. After then it was almost a taboo topic – when she bought it up when her grandparents were around, an argument always seemed to arise. Cordelia always resented her mother for not telling her who he was or giving any indication whether he was even alive. And now they were off to visit him and invade whatever life he had now. They arrived late in the afternoon; their destination a moody house which sat atop a hill, the only house neighbouring it being vacant. Cordelia remained behind her mother the whole time, all the while not actually knowing where they were, having believed her mother when she said this was just an ‘old friend’. Words were exchanged as an aged man answered the door, though she never paid attention to the conversation which took place. It was only when the door slammed closed that cordelia turned her attention to her mum who simply uttered the words “cordelia… would you like to see your new home?”
It all happened quite quickly then. This ‘new home’ happened to be the vacant on next to the ‘old friend’ (her fathers) house. The revelation that he was her father was discovered the night they moved in. Shocked, excited, nervous. Those emotions shook her when she found out – having wondering about him her whole life and then suddenly being so close. She wanted to see him again instantly, but her mother insisted it wasn’t a good idea, that he was an impatient man and although was her father, wouldn’t be so keen to get to know her. She did get to see him though, however didn’t speak words to him despite her desperate desire to. He was intimidating and she hid from him as he walked down their garden path one day to discuss things with her mother. Cordelia tried to spy on the conversing pair from a tree outside the house but was interrupted when by an intruder she later discovered to be theodore nott – new neighbour, son of daniel and half sibling.
Cordelia and theodore’s meeting was a brief one, not long enough for her to determine whether she liked him or not. They were the same age; cordelia hadn’t been around others her age, only observed muggles from a far whenever they passed her grandparents’ home. They met once again down by the lake, the occasion then determining her views on him. He was odd, yes, but interesting, which she felt drawn to. The two became friends of sorts, the relationship developing into one of shared annoyance (due to deliberate sarcasm and snarkyness exchanged between them) however sometimes intercepted by genuine moments of kindness. Their odd friendships continued as they went to hogwarts, sharing irritation for one another yet were still close. When it came to other friends at hogwarts – her sorting into slytherin house was no surprise – they were rare and few. She lingered around the others slytherins but was never quite part of the group, not particularly minding however as she preferred solitude to crowded areas. Her grades were never the best but she managed, now in seventh year taking it all in her stride.
RP Sample:
As afternoon descended on the grounds of Hogwarts, the end of the last lesson of the day had arrived. The corridors were busy and conversation buzzed as Cordelia Huntington weaved in-between the moving crowds of people. Slight and quick, she easily slipped past others whilst mumbling incoherent mutterings about her own intolerance for those that decided it was a good idea to stop and make conversation right in the middle of the hallway. Coming to the ground floor, Cordelia ventured outside and crossed the courtyard. Despite it being the month of May, the weather seemed determined to remain a cool temperature. The sky was a washed-out blue, the hue blurred by thin clouds that managed to obscure the sun from delivering warmth to the grounds. Even though it was cold, it didn’t put other students off the idea of heading outside, the lawns of Hogwarts already scattered with students. The amount of people lessened as Cordelia continued towards her destination. The Black Lake was where she intended to go, or towards the long stretch patch of grass that looked out onto the lake anyway. It was the absence of people occupying the space that attracted Cordelia to the location, it was usually pleasantly quite around this time of the year. The passing breeze bought a chill and Cordelia pulled the sleeves of her robes down a little more to cover her hands before tucking them into her pockets.
She had received an owl that morning at breakfast, and now as she walked with her hands buried away in the material of her Slytherin robes, she could feel the parchment against her hand. Cordelia had forgotten about it until that moment and allowed the tips of her fingers to brush against the broken wax seal on the back of the envelope. The letter was from her mother, something ordinary for most students at Hogwarts but for Cordelia a rarity. She wasn’t one of those who had a routine of corresponding with her parent, telling them how her day went, how her subjects were going. Those facts were kept until the holidays came round and she saw her mother in person, the reason being because it was the only topic that would generate conversation for more than a couple of minutes. The minute she had untied the letter from the owl which delivered it (her mother’s dark grey, short-eared owl) she knew what the contents would hold. Now as she reached a line of trees, Cordelia sat down at the base of a large tree trunk. She was a good couple of yards away from the edge of the lake, far enough not to feel the usual panic she felt when near to water. It was perhaps a strange place for her to go considering her lack of confidence when it came to being near large bodies of water, but just because even though she feared it, she couldn’t help but find the view to be particularly picturesque and a great place for solitude. Now settled, she reached into her pocket once again and retrieved the letter, reading it over for the second time,
Dear Cordelia,
I write to wish you an early happy birthday; it seems impossible that another year has passed by so quickly and that so soon you are to be sixteen. I imagine the next year will come around even faster and you’ll be of age.
Once again I hope you have an enjoyable birthday. I’m sure your father would send his regards too.
Keep an eye on the mail for a birthday package,
Mum
Her eyes lingered on the familiar scrawl for a few seconds after reading before folding it back up, and placing it in her lap. There was a formality to the letter anyone else who may read it may have picked up on, but for Cordelia it was what she knew to be normal. No kisses embellished the end of the letter, exclamations of excitement at the upcoming date that marked the occasion of her birth. It was short and informative…impersonal? Maybe, but as stated, it was only kind of mother-daughter relationship Cordelia knew. Her thoughts lingered on the ‘birthday package’ that was to be expected as she looked out onto the lake, stirring momentarily as she noticed the presence of another person around.
She had received an owl that morning at breakfast, and now as she walked with her hands buried away in the material of her Slytherin robes, she could feel the parchment against her hand. Cordelia had forgotten about it until that moment and allowed the tips of her fingers to brush against the broken wax seal on the back of the envelope. The letter was from her mother, something ordinary for most students at Hogwarts but for Cordelia a rarity. She wasn’t one of those who had a routine of corresponding with her parent, telling them how her day went, how her subjects were going. Those facts were kept until the holidays came round and she saw her mother in person, the reason being because it was the only topic that would generate conversation for more than a couple of minutes. The minute she had untied the letter from the owl which delivered it (her mother’s dark grey, short-eared owl) she knew what the contents would hold. Now as she reached a line of trees, Cordelia sat down at the base of a large tree trunk. She was a good couple of yards away from the edge of the lake, far enough not to feel the usual panic she felt when near to water. It was perhaps a strange place for her to go considering her lack of confidence when it came to being near large bodies of water, but just because even though she feared it, she couldn’t help but find the view to be particularly picturesque and a great place for solitude. Now settled, she reached into her pocket once again and retrieved the letter, reading it over for the second time,
Dear Cordelia,
I write to wish you an early happy birthday; it seems impossible that another year has passed by so quickly and that so soon you are to be sixteen. I imagine the next year will come around even faster and you’ll be of age.
Once again I hope you have an enjoyable birthday. I’m sure your father would send his regards too.
Keep an eye on the mail for a birthday package,
Mum
Her eyes lingered on the familiar scrawl for a few seconds after reading before folding it back up, and placing it in her lap. There was a formality to the letter anyone else who may read it may have picked up on, but for Cordelia it was what she knew to be normal. No kisses embellished the end of the letter, exclamations of excitement at the upcoming date that marked the occasion of her birth. It was short and informative…impersonal? Maybe, but as stated, it was only kind of mother-daughter relationship Cordelia knew. Her thoughts lingered on the ‘birthday package’ that was to be expected as she looked out onto the lake, stirring momentarily as she noticed the presence of another person around.
Out of Character:
Alias: cordie
How long you have been rping: 3-4 years
How you found us: some random person that goes by the name nott.
