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Lovegood, Beatrice; Ravenclaw Seventh Year
Topic Started: Jul 25 2006, 12:09 AM (167 Views)
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Character Name: Beatrice Laurel Lovegood.
Character Nickname: Bumble Bee. Bee. Bug. Ivy [who knows? Her mother just calls her that].
Character Age: Seventeen.
Character Year: Seventh.
House/Alumni: Ravenclaw

Physical Appearance: Gah. Can’t be bothered right now. Busy, busy, busy. Think Gemma Ward. XD

[Random Trivia] For one reason or another, her right thumb is maybe one or two millimeters smaller then the left, and it’s stiff. While she can straighten her left thumb out perfectly, the right stops at a certain point and there’s an odd pressure in her hand if she tries to keep going. It’s weird, but it doesn’t bother her much. No one’s ever noticed either so she doesn’t make a point of hiding it. She also has one scar, roughly four inches on the right side of her stomach where her ribcage ends. The skin is pinched together and it looks a bit spidery. She hates it with a passion because it’s so big and hideous and she doesn’t like anyone seeing it. The one on her wrist isn’t as bad, but she covers it, too. They aren’t self-inflicted, but more like ‘battle wounds’ from her four months in the hospital after she was born.

Personality and Traits: “I guess you could say I act like my mom. I’m spacey and quiet. I’ve earned the same reputation she had as a teenager simply because of my last name, and then people started writing mum and dad and they all had a good laugh about me. I know because I’ve been told they have. It isn’t very nice and I don’t like mean people. I’m always nice. It doesn’t matter who you are, what house you’re in, and how old you are. That doesn’t mean I’m as naïve as I let on or am assumed to be. I know that ¾’s of the time I won’t get that same sort of kindness in return, since most people seem to find my small, whispery voice and big-eyed stare unnerving and annoying, but saying hateful thing to another person always leaves a bad feeling in my stomach and a gross taste in my mouth. But I can take the mean words. They don’t really bother me. I’ve learned to get over it anyway. In my first few years at school I used to write my mum in tears and she showed me how to cope, and that’s by always having a good attitude. Sometimes she tells me I’m too positive for my own good, but I don’t understand how that’s supposed to work. However, she did tell me I should always be honest with everyone. She liked spouting clichés, so naturally I heard the ‘Best Policy’ speech more times then I can count, but I see what she was getting at. And it is, if you think about it. I don’t like lying and I’m bluntly honest, but I’ve been told that I say things in such a way that you never knew whether or not to be angry with me or not. And that’s a good thing. I don’t like people being mad at me, at least people I like.

“I like knowing everything. At home I have a wall lined with shelves [and hamster tubes for my Puffs] and they’re all full of books and things Grandpa and I have made from Muggle things. There’s easily at least five hundred books in my room at home and I’ve read all of them. I like knowing useless information most of all. You know, the things most kids can’t say that they know. Like the body can be fully drained of it’s blood in 8.5 seconds given vacuuming systems. Did you know that? See, I didn’t think so. And when your brain swells inside your skull it’s called a hematoma. There’s a disease called Progeria that makes children age at such a rapid pace that by the time they hit their double digits in age they’ve got the same health problems as a ninety-year-old man. See, useless information, but I have odd interests. All that stuff is from Muggle medical textbooks. They’re my favorite. See, wizards tend to overlook the Muggle diseases but we’re not immune. Maybe I’m a bit ambitious but I want to combine both styles of medicine and be, like, Dr. Lovegood, Super Medicine Woman. As high as I set my goals I have to do well in school, and nine times out of ten I blow my peers away with my brains. Maybe mum was aiming for superkid when she picked my father as a donor. Funny how I don’t know his name or anything about him but my mum does and she refuses to tell me anything but the fact that he’s a rocket scientist originally from Russia. That means his parents might have sent monkeys into space.

“I’m not very romantic, but I’ve never had the reason to light candles and write poetry to read to my boyfriend because I’ve never had one. I know that guys tend to avoid me. It’s not because I’m not pretty. People used to exaggerate my mums appearance, saying she had huge eyes and stuff like that. And we both have big eyes, but it’s not like we’re scary. Still, I have a reputation that I’m fine with and no experience in the relationship department. Most people think it’s kind of sad that I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I don’t. I’ve had crushes on people who sneer when I walk by and that’s okay. They don’t have to like me back. I don’t pine for people. Well, maybe Arthur because he’s a fun old man, and my mum because she’s my best friend, but that’s just normal missing I guess. I’m surprisingly well-adjusted despite what the majority of the student body will tell you, whether or not I’ve had my first kiss, let alone boyfriend.”

[Likes] The Quibbler. Nifflers. Thestrals. Cameras. Pretty pictures that most can’t appreciate. Pygmy Puff’s [Being that she‘s a regular at the Weasley‘s store she has a small army of them in her bedroom in a hamster cage she built that extends around her room, and she takes a her green one, Farsiris, with her to school]. Her grandfather. People in general. Nail polish. Pop Art. Peaches. Blue straws. Muggle cars. TV’s. Being told she’s weird. Her banana earrings. Big jewelry. Weasley’s. They talk Muggles. Tabloids. Celebrities.
[Dislikes] Clichés. Stereotypes. Haughty purebloods, especially the ones who insult her mother because they know of her eccentric beliefs and not-so-good reputation. Things that don’t come with remotes. Star Wars [Grandpa loves it, she can’t stand it. They fight.] The fact that she doesn’t even know her father’s name. Not knowing him is okay, she just wants a name and a picture. And she wants to know if she has any other half-siblings out there. She doesn’t like not knowing things. The scar on her stomach and her arm.
[Hobbies] Photography. She’s surgically attached to her camera. She takes pictures of everything and develops the film like clockwork. Taking apart and putting together things. Making new stuff. Writing make-believe Quibbler articles to go along with her pictures.
[Quirks/Habits] Bee loves her hair. And she’ll do anything she pleases with it, wherever and whenever. She’s become known as the girl with the weird hair, too, because she has no problem trying new things. Often, the experimenting she does when she’s bored or has no film in or camera.

Background/Family History: “I was born on November tenth to Luna Lovegood and whoever my mother used as a donor. I don’t really know and she won’t tell me, I guess because she’s worried I’ll go looking for him and be disappointed or abandon her or something. But anyway, I was born at twenty-eight weeks, shortening my rate of survival to 20% as opposed to the 90% premature babies get at thirty weeks. I was hooked up to tubes for every sort of need imaginable. Food, bathroom, breath. For four months because I wasn’t strong enough to leave the hospital. See, a baby’s lungs are the last thing to develop, so naturally I was stuck in an incubator baking in an artificial womb so my lungs could come to breath on their own terms. My mum was a good mum though. She started dating while I was in the hospital and still came to see me every day. And the nurses liked me, too. I was always quiet and content with whoever. [to be continued…]


Father: Justin Finch-Fletchey.
Mother: Luna Lovegood.
Siblings: Step-Siblings - [M] ____ MacMillan : 7th Year, Unknown; [M] ____ MacMillan : 7th Year, Unknown.
Half-Siblings - [F] ____ MacMillan : 6th Year, Unknown; [M] ____ MacMillan : 5th Year, Unknown; [M] ____ MacMillan : 3rd Year, Unknown.


Pet: A small army of Pygmy Puff’s, but the only one she brings with her is a little green boy named Farsiris.
Broom: N/A.
Wand:
Boggart: Meeting her father and him being a terrible guy.

Member Title: nine m i l l i o n bicycles.

Role-Playing Sample: Still an admin. xD

PERSONAL
Name: Cristina.
Your Age: Sixteen.
Other Characters: Cordelia Nott, Daniel Corner.
Contact Information: See the Owners thread.
How Did You Find Us?: … stfu, already!
Role-Playing Experience: <.<
Miscellaneous/Other: -Throws things- O.o Oh wait! Luna told Bee that she was an IVF Baby and has yet to tell her that she was conceived and abandoned by her real father, Justin, figuring that it was better to lie then tell her daughter she was an unwanted accident.


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