BumblingBee
11-24-2014, 10:36 PM
Exactly as it sounds :)
Name: Oliver Phelps
Oxygen Name: Ober
Age: 40
Appearance: http://www.rsc.org.uk/images/content/People/Jo-Stone-Fewings-2-243x317.jpg
Oliver has a very tall lithe form. He's slender, yet still muscled, with long lanky limbs that seem to have a flowing movement to them. His skin is pale-ish, of natural english colouring. His brown hair has the odd fleck of grey but not too much, he keeps it a little looser and longer than usual. Mainly because he can't be bothered to change or do anything with it, but the style suits him all the same.
As for clothing he follows the pattern kept with his hair, mainly loose and long. Oliver likes to keep comfortable ... Well, that and he can't be arsed to go shopping that often. He could be doing much more important things. Now for some odd peculiar reason, he is absolutely against wearing shoes. He walks everywhere and anywhere in his bare feet, even if its snowing.
Oxygen Appearance: (I'M SO SORRY THE PICTURE IS OF THE ODDEST POSE EVER BUT IT'S THE ONLY DECENT ONE I COULD FIND -so_serious-)
http://www.rsc.org.uk/images/content/Productions-2011/DREAM3_361x541.jpg
Physically not much changes to Oliver's appearance upon entering Oxygen. Oh, except for a pair of silvery blue markings around his eyes. They're a similar shape to crescent moons, arching from the ends his eyebrows to the bottom of his eyes. When in the dark they glitter just a little, quite like starlight.
As for clothing, once again it's loose and lanky. A long black coat adorns his top half, with little tassels hanging from the sleeves. Apparently Ober doesn't need/wear shirts. Other than that, he wears some black flare trousers and as always, no shoes.
Oxygen Power: Ober is able to control air and wind in any form. He can muster powerful currents with a shear whim, or shape the air to his will only using his bare hands. Upon high concentration, he is even able to breathe apparent life into the wind, willing it to take on different forms, perhaps of an animal or other living creature. Ober can also shift, glide and dissapear as easily as the wind itself.
Personality: Well Ollies the life of every friggin party isn't he. He's a party animal at best, yet still remains, calm and secure about himself. Confident is certainly the best word to describe him, probably. He's easy going, but cocky. Kind yet not a stranger to sarcastic witty comments. He speaks with a soft Irish droll, yet can snap to being loud and sarky in seconds. Sometimes he can seem vain and needy. But truly, underneath all that, he's deeply spiritual. Oliver can take joy and seek amazement from the simplest things: the dazzle of a flame, how soft and silky lips can feel, and the shear splendor of a sunrise.
All in all, Ollie is the type of guy who loves pleasure and wonder, in any way. He enjoys seeing new things, meeting new people. Colour and spectacle are his favorite things in the world.
However, if Oliver begins to feel the colours and wonders of his life are beginning to fade away, he'll start to panic. He grows tired and irritated, no longer becoming interested in almost anything. This grump will last for a day or so until he can bring the colours back. The thing is, he brings all these amazing colours back, with drugs. Every type of hallucinogenic trippy stimulant there is, he's had it. His entire existence has become so dependent he feels there is only two moods he goes through.
Light and Dark.
No inbetween.
History: Raised in Northern Ireland until he was about twelve, Oliver was raised by his Mother and Father as an only child in a incredibly well off household. His Father was a self made man, and was utterly determined Ollie would be too. As the only child, naturally the company would be handed down to his only son. Yet his Father worried. Instead of studying, Oliver would much rather sit out in the Garden and just ... Breathe. It confused both of his parents greatly, but Oliver simply couldn't understand how they could miss such beauty simply in the air around them.
His family moved to London as Oliver was starting High School. His Fathers company was re-locating due to better profit and target-market predictions. That and they were opening branches into Pharmaceutical companies. Oliver was popular in High school, despite his sometimes scarily contrasting nature. His slightly rebellious and party-ish nature blossomed and bloomed with help from his friends, much to his Fathers dis-pleasure.
Years passed and school life ended. Oliver scraped by with decent enough grades, decent enough to get into university anyways. Not knowing what else to really do with himself he decided to go to art school. And (To his Surprise) he was hugely successful. His personality and vision made him a natural for seeing artistic beauty. By his early thirties he was a hugely famous artist, selling paintings and other pieces for hundreds of thousands and the occasional million.
As he grew older, his drug wielding habits grew. He never overdosed, but came incredibly close many a time. After a particularly close shave, he was told to at least try and tone them down, for his own safety at least. Oliver loved life, with a vivid burning passion, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet. So (For once in his life) he heeded the doctors warning, and toned down his drug doses. Due to the high amounts he was used to, Ollie continued to feel the buzz but not the high and colours he was used too.
His worst nightmare came to life before him as his world became permanently grey and dull before his eyes, with no solution or cure. Oliver became panicked and stressed, he was constantly on edge, worried that those drab grays wouldn't leave, and they didn't! They stayed for long torturous months on end, never once leaving his sight. He was beginning to try anything to cease the darkness, if only for a few moments. One night, he thought of something. He'd heard of strange legal highs and odd ways of feeling happy and whatever. So he decided to try one.
Oliver practically overflowed his bathroom and held his head under for far too long ... but it was, too long. He drowned. Or at least, he should of. But till, he didn't. He sank, and then arose. Arose into a new land, Oxygen. Since he's never looked back.
Oxygen was Obers paradise, a place where colour and wonder was constant and vivid. Not only that but the land was full of new spectacles and delight. In was his heaven! His utter and complete fantasy and dream world! But you have to wake up from dreams.
Eventually.
Now whenever Oliver lives within reality, the grey's and blacks return and his world is dull again. Oxygen has become his new drug, those of morality no longer working for him. He visits Oxygen constantly, and stays for as long as he possibly can. The real worlds has become a bore, and now he feels life only exists within Oxygen.
[/CENTER]
Name: Lynnie Holmes
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Alias: Miss Mystery. Due to Lynnies ... 'Dubious' career, she has had to take on various personalities and alter-ego' sober the years. Sometimes to satisfy particular clients needs, others to simply keep the local bobby off her heels. Her current Alias of Mis Mystery was born from a particular magazine she read detailing the gruesome murders and mysteries taking place within London itself.
Rivals:
Ally's:
Appearance: Lynnie is of a shorter build. She's buxom to say the least, seemingly with curves in all the right places, yet she still appears to look rather skinny, most likely an after affect of being under-fed. Her skin is pale, and dotted with a few freckles here and there. Lynnies features are attractive to look at, she has large doe like eyes and dimples on either side whenever she smiles. To keep her hair out of her way, she often pins it back in a constantly messy bun. Her hair is a deep burgundy, not quite ginger, mostly due to her Irish heritage.
As for clothing, prostitution only allows for so-so qualities of outfits. Yet Lynnie still tries her best to look at least presentable. She wears an ankle length skirt and a white blouse, secured with a large belt. Heeled boots and black stockings adorn her legs, while the Boise is kept secure by a pendant chocker. Obviously her 'working' clothes differ greatly from what she wears during the day, but she'd personally like to keep that attire private.
(First pictures for the outfit, second for the face, because I'm that fussy)
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/231/e/3/alice_by_thebluebutton-d7vtpgx.png
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2008/028/5/a/__CLUES____Emily__by_kyla79.jpg
Credentials: Being a who're doesn't exactly give you the brightest future in life, yet still, Lynnie has tried to make the best of her outcomes. She can read well enough, though will struggle with the trickier texts, and she is able to write well enough. Certainly more than the rest of the downtrodden. Sadly she lacks in any other educational skill whatsoever.
However, what she may lack in written capacity, she makes up for with charm. Her profession has taught her how to charm and seduce her way out of practically any situation. She is able to blend in perfectly with any class (as long as she looks the part of course) and has schmoozed and charmed her way out of more dubious situations than she would like to describe.
Special Skill: Prostitution is a far more difficult career than most think. To become a successful whore (as successful as you could deem possible considering the career itself) one must have an array of streets arts and contacts. Of course, Lynnie has both. If you need something doing, Lyniie can get it done, most likely ten times quicker too. She knows anyone and everyone of use within London. From the black market to the most highly trained physicians. Lynnie knows who's who.
Weapon: Lynnie carries a small penknife with her in case a client gets to risky to deal with, that or if the bobby show up. Other than that though, she relies entirely on her own smarts.
History: Lynnies parents immigrated to London from Ireland, hoping for a fresh start. For Lynnies Father was an Irish republican, and believed heavily in liberating the Motherland. However life grew to dangerous to live back in Dublin, so the family was forced to move to England, Lynnie was only a baby. Being the only girl in the family, and the youngest of six older brothers, life was at best a struggle. Of course her family were not intentionally cruel to her, it was simply the fact that a family of that size becomes increasingly hard to handle.
When Lynnie was still fourteen her Mother sadly passed away of pneumonia. The family mourned yet still remained positive about the future, or at least tried too. Her death hit her Father the hardest. So he and her brothers, buried themselves within their republican endeavours. Sadly it was all to no avail. At a particularly nasty riot, the entirety of her family were either killed, or imprisoned.
With nowhere else to turn or go. Lynnie began her life on the streets.
Theme Song:
A little cheeky and bouncy, quite like her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XPKYW8b31w
Name: Aoife 'Fee' Dóiteáin
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Atonian
Personality: Ambitious, Brave, humorous, lively and sometimes se can be a little bit shy.
History: Aoife was born to a wealthy Saib advisor and a Atonian mother. Her mother died during childbirth and her Father was far too busy to raise her. So instead she was brought up by her auntie and Uncle in Atoni, Much to her Fathers dismay. It was agreed however that when she was twenty years of age she would rejoin her Father in Saibhreas and become a lady of court.
She was a shy child with few friends. As with all Atonian children, she was given a horse of her own on her tenth birthday. A huge black thoroughbred she named Topthorn. The pair forged an instant bond of friendship and have worked together ever since. Growing up Aoife spent her time hunting in the tree tops with her small group of friends, because of this she is now a exceptional climber and archer.
However now she is of age, her Auntie and Uncle are preparing her to rejoin her Father. The problem is Aoife isn't too pleased about this.
Strengths & Skills: Exellent archer and climber, Brilliant horse rider (Like all Atonians).
Weaknesses: She can often be cautious and cold around new people. She is very protective of her family and her people, and will do anything for them.
Fears: She is terrified of losing her friends and loved ones.
Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/016/e/4/promise_by_mistytang-d5rq196.jpg
She has pale skin and a wild mess of black curly hair that falls a little way past her shoulders. She has a beautiful face, with golden coloured eyes that are so bright you'd swear you could see them in the dark.
Now she is off to Saibhreas her usual Atonian furs have been deemed too ... 'Barbaric. So she has been kitted out in some average Saib clothes. She wears some black riding pants and grey lace up boots that go up to her knees. For a shirt she wears a white blouse with her sleeves always rolled up. She adorns a navy hooded cloak to top it all of. All she carries for a weapon is a simple hunting bow, not meant for combat, mind you a lady wouldn't need a bow anyways.
Name: Ottilie 'Otti' Jones (pronounced awt-TEE-lee)
Year: Year Five
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Dorm: Ravenclaw
Quidditch: Yep, she's a chaser
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/201/6/d/cheeks_by_fukari-d6eapn6.jpg
Otti has a tall slender build, with pale skin and a few freckles dotted here and there. She's coloured her hair blue because ... well, she felt like it. Her features are rounded and pretty with large green eyes. Her wand can often be seen sticking out of her hair, for safe keeping of course. Ottie's general dottiness causes her uniform to retain a constant air of scruffiness to it. Her shirt's almost always untucked, top button undone, tie wonky and to top it all off she wears stripy socks. Well wouldn't you?
Personality: Ottie's a little ... 'eccentric' to say the least. She enjoys Corrie, green bananas and has an intense study for the colour of peoples socks. Generally she's kind, exceptionally clever, witty and quite the dreamer. If Ottie hates one thing it's being nasty and cruel for nothing. If the spite has a reason then she doesn't mind so much but needless cruelty simply annoys her. It's no wonder she stays aay from the slytherin dungeons really. Due to her upbringing she has a love for animals of any kind
History: Otties Father runs and owns Magical Menagerie on Diagon Alley, along with her help of course. She grew up helping him with the various olws, newts, cats, rats, mice, some dogs and (even at one point) a crocodile. When it comes to magical animals, she's your gal. Her Father (A former Ravenclaw himself) brought her up on stories of fantical adventures of witches, owls and quidditch chasers alike (Can you see the theme here?) This probably brought on her dreamy and eccentric nature. If she wasn't helping her Father then she was reading, read read read that's all she ever did. Her Father complained that they only had the one bookworm in the shop, and it was her.
Upon joining Higwarts her house choice was obvious from the start really. She progressed nicely through school and is currently excelling at Potions and Charms, creating and experimenting frequently with new recipies and ideas. Usually she is sucsessful, but at times her results can be ... mixed.
Name: Oliver Phelps
Oxygen Name: Ober
Age: 40
Appearance: http://www.rsc.org.uk/images/content/People/Jo-Stone-Fewings-2-243x317.jpg
Oliver has a very tall lithe form. He's slender, yet still muscled, with long lanky limbs that seem to have a flowing movement to them. His skin is pale-ish, of natural english colouring. His brown hair has the odd fleck of grey but not too much, he keeps it a little looser and longer than usual. Mainly because he can't be bothered to change or do anything with it, but the style suits him all the same.
As for clothing he follows the pattern kept with his hair, mainly loose and long. Oliver likes to keep comfortable ... Well, that and he can't be arsed to go shopping that often. He could be doing much more important things. Now for some odd peculiar reason, he is absolutely against wearing shoes. He walks everywhere and anywhere in his bare feet, even if its snowing.
Oxygen Appearance: (I'M SO SORRY THE PICTURE IS OF THE ODDEST POSE EVER BUT IT'S THE ONLY DECENT ONE I COULD FIND -so_serious-)
http://www.rsc.org.uk/images/content/Productions-2011/DREAM3_361x541.jpg
Physically not much changes to Oliver's appearance upon entering Oxygen. Oh, except for a pair of silvery blue markings around his eyes. They're a similar shape to crescent moons, arching from the ends his eyebrows to the bottom of his eyes. When in the dark they glitter just a little, quite like starlight.
As for clothing, once again it's loose and lanky. A long black coat adorns his top half, with little tassels hanging from the sleeves. Apparently Ober doesn't need/wear shirts. Other than that, he wears some black flare trousers and as always, no shoes.
Oxygen Power: Ober is able to control air and wind in any form. He can muster powerful currents with a shear whim, or shape the air to his will only using his bare hands. Upon high concentration, he is even able to breathe apparent life into the wind, willing it to take on different forms, perhaps of an animal or other living creature. Ober can also shift, glide and dissapear as easily as the wind itself.
Personality: Well Ollies the life of every friggin party isn't he. He's a party animal at best, yet still remains, calm and secure about himself. Confident is certainly the best word to describe him, probably. He's easy going, but cocky. Kind yet not a stranger to sarcastic witty comments. He speaks with a soft Irish droll, yet can snap to being loud and sarky in seconds. Sometimes he can seem vain and needy. But truly, underneath all that, he's deeply spiritual. Oliver can take joy and seek amazement from the simplest things: the dazzle of a flame, how soft and silky lips can feel, and the shear splendor of a sunrise.
All in all, Ollie is the type of guy who loves pleasure and wonder, in any way. He enjoys seeing new things, meeting new people. Colour and spectacle are his favorite things in the world.
However, if Oliver begins to feel the colours and wonders of his life are beginning to fade away, he'll start to panic. He grows tired and irritated, no longer becoming interested in almost anything. This grump will last for a day or so until he can bring the colours back. The thing is, he brings all these amazing colours back, with drugs. Every type of hallucinogenic trippy stimulant there is, he's had it. His entire existence has become so dependent he feels there is only two moods he goes through.
Light and Dark.
No inbetween.
History: Raised in Northern Ireland until he was about twelve, Oliver was raised by his Mother and Father as an only child in a incredibly well off household. His Father was a self made man, and was utterly determined Ollie would be too. As the only child, naturally the company would be handed down to his only son. Yet his Father worried. Instead of studying, Oliver would much rather sit out in the Garden and just ... Breathe. It confused both of his parents greatly, but Oliver simply couldn't understand how they could miss such beauty simply in the air around them.
His family moved to London as Oliver was starting High School. His Fathers company was re-locating due to better profit and target-market predictions. That and they were opening branches into Pharmaceutical companies. Oliver was popular in High school, despite his sometimes scarily contrasting nature. His slightly rebellious and party-ish nature blossomed and bloomed with help from his friends, much to his Fathers dis-pleasure.
Years passed and school life ended. Oliver scraped by with decent enough grades, decent enough to get into university anyways. Not knowing what else to really do with himself he decided to go to art school. And (To his Surprise) he was hugely successful. His personality and vision made him a natural for seeing artistic beauty. By his early thirties he was a hugely famous artist, selling paintings and other pieces for hundreds of thousands and the occasional million.
As he grew older, his drug wielding habits grew. He never overdosed, but came incredibly close many a time. After a particularly close shave, he was told to at least try and tone them down, for his own safety at least. Oliver loved life, with a vivid burning passion, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet. So (For once in his life) he heeded the doctors warning, and toned down his drug doses. Due to the high amounts he was used to, Ollie continued to feel the buzz but not the high and colours he was used too.
His worst nightmare came to life before him as his world became permanently grey and dull before his eyes, with no solution or cure. Oliver became panicked and stressed, he was constantly on edge, worried that those drab grays wouldn't leave, and they didn't! They stayed for long torturous months on end, never once leaving his sight. He was beginning to try anything to cease the darkness, if only for a few moments. One night, he thought of something. He'd heard of strange legal highs and odd ways of feeling happy and whatever. So he decided to try one.
Oliver practically overflowed his bathroom and held his head under for far too long ... but it was, too long. He drowned. Or at least, he should of. But till, he didn't. He sank, and then arose. Arose into a new land, Oxygen. Since he's never looked back.
Oxygen was Obers paradise, a place where colour and wonder was constant and vivid. Not only that but the land was full of new spectacles and delight. In was his heaven! His utter and complete fantasy and dream world! But you have to wake up from dreams.
Eventually.
Now whenever Oliver lives within reality, the grey's and blacks return and his world is dull again. Oxygen has become his new drug, those of morality no longer working for him. He visits Oxygen constantly, and stays for as long as he possibly can. The real worlds has become a bore, and now he feels life only exists within Oxygen.
[/CENTER]
Name: Lynnie Holmes
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Alias: Miss Mystery. Due to Lynnies ... 'Dubious' career, she has had to take on various personalities and alter-ego' sober the years. Sometimes to satisfy particular clients needs, others to simply keep the local bobby off her heels. Her current Alias of Mis Mystery was born from a particular magazine she read detailing the gruesome murders and mysteries taking place within London itself.
Rivals:
Ally's:
Appearance: Lynnie is of a shorter build. She's buxom to say the least, seemingly with curves in all the right places, yet she still appears to look rather skinny, most likely an after affect of being under-fed. Her skin is pale, and dotted with a few freckles here and there. Lynnies features are attractive to look at, she has large doe like eyes and dimples on either side whenever she smiles. To keep her hair out of her way, she often pins it back in a constantly messy bun. Her hair is a deep burgundy, not quite ginger, mostly due to her Irish heritage.
As for clothing, prostitution only allows for so-so qualities of outfits. Yet Lynnie still tries her best to look at least presentable. She wears an ankle length skirt and a white blouse, secured with a large belt. Heeled boots and black stockings adorn her legs, while the Boise is kept secure by a pendant chocker. Obviously her 'working' clothes differ greatly from what she wears during the day, but she'd personally like to keep that attire private.
(First pictures for the outfit, second for the face, because I'm that fussy)
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/231/e/3/alice_by_thebluebutton-d7vtpgx.png
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2008/028/5/a/__CLUES____Emily__by_kyla79.jpg
Credentials: Being a who're doesn't exactly give you the brightest future in life, yet still, Lynnie has tried to make the best of her outcomes. She can read well enough, though will struggle with the trickier texts, and she is able to write well enough. Certainly more than the rest of the downtrodden. Sadly she lacks in any other educational skill whatsoever.
However, what she may lack in written capacity, she makes up for with charm. Her profession has taught her how to charm and seduce her way out of practically any situation. She is able to blend in perfectly with any class (as long as she looks the part of course) and has schmoozed and charmed her way out of more dubious situations than she would like to describe.
Special Skill: Prostitution is a far more difficult career than most think. To become a successful whore (as successful as you could deem possible considering the career itself) one must have an array of streets arts and contacts. Of course, Lynnie has both. If you need something doing, Lyniie can get it done, most likely ten times quicker too. She knows anyone and everyone of use within London. From the black market to the most highly trained physicians. Lynnie knows who's who.
Weapon: Lynnie carries a small penknife with her in case a client gets to risky to deal with, that or if the bobby show up. Other than that though, she relies entirely on her own smarts.
History: Lynnies parents immigrated to London from Ireland, hoping for a fresh start. For Lynnies Father was an Irish republican, and believed heavily in liberating the Motherland. However life grew to dangerous to live back in Dublin, so the family was forced to move to England, Lynnie was only a baby. Being the only girl in the family, and the youngest of six older brothers, life was at best a struggle. Of course her family were not intentionally cruel to her, it was simply the fact that a family of that size becomes increasingly hard to handle.
When Lynnie was still fourteen her Mother sadly passed away of pneumonia. The family mourned yet still remained positive about the future, or at least tried too. Her death hit her Father the hardest. So he and her brothers, buried themselves within their republican endeavours. Sadly it was all to no avail. At a particularly nasty riot, the entirety of her family were either killed, or imprisoned.
With nowhere else to turn or go. Lynnie began her life on the streets.
Theme Song:
A little cheeky and bouncy, quite like her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XPKYW8b31w
Name: Aoife 'Fee' Dóiteáin
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Atonian
Personality: Ambitious, Brave, humorous, lively and sometimes se can be a little bit shy.
History: Aoife was born to a wealthy Saib advisor and a Atonian mother. Her mother died during childbirth and her Father was far too busy to raise her. So instead she was brought up by her auntie and Uncle in Atoni, Much to her Fathers dismay. It was agreed however that when she was twenty years of age she would rejoin her Father in Saibhreas and become a lady of court.
She was a shy child with few friends. As with all Atonian children, she was given a horse of her own on her tenth birthday. A huge black thoroughbred she named Topthorn. The pair forged an instant bond of friendship and have worked together ever since. Growing up Aoife spent her time hunting in the tree tops with her small group of friends, because of this she is now a exceptional climber and archer.
However now she is of age, her Auntie and Uncle are preparing her to rejoin her Father. The problem is Aoife isn't too pleased about this.
Strengths & Skills: Exellent archer and climber, Brilliant horse rider (Like all Atonians).
Weaknesses: She can often be cautious and cold around new people. She is very protective of her family and her people, and will do anything for them.
Fears: She is terrified of losing her friends and loved ones.
Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/016/e/4/promise_by_mistytang-d5rq196.jpg
She has pale skin and a wild mess of black curly hair that falls a little way past her shoulders. She has a beautiful face, with golden coloured eyes that are so bright you'd swear you could see them in the dark.
Now she is off to Saibhreas her usual Atonian furs have been deemed too ... 'Barbaric. So she has been kitted out in some average Saib clothes. She wears some black riding pants and grey lace up boots that go up to her knees. For a shirt she wears a white blouse with her sleeves always rolled up. She adorns a navy hooded cloak to top it all of. All she carries for a weapon is a simple hunting bow, not meant for combat, mind you a lady wouldn't need a bow anyways.
Name: Ottilie 'Otti' Jones (pronounced awt-TEE-lee)
Year: Year Five
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Dorm: Ravenclaw
Quidditch: Yep, she's a chaser
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/201/6/d/cheeks_by_fukari-d6eapn6.jpg
Otti has a tall slender build, with pale skin and a few freckles dotted here and there. She's coloured her hair blue because ... well, she felt like it. Her features are rounded and pretty with large green eyes. Her wand can often be seen sticking out of her hair, for safe keeping of course. Ottie's general dottiness causes her uniform to retain a constant air of scruffiness to it. Her shirt's almost always untucked, top button undone, tie wonky and to top it all off she wears stripy socks. Well wouldn't you?
Personality: Ottie's a little ... 'eccentric' to say the least. She enjoys Corrie, green bananas and has an intense study for the colour of peoples socks. Generally she's kind, exceptionally clever, witty and quite the dreamer. If Ottie hates one thing it's being nasty and cruel for nothing. If the spite has a reason then she doesn't mind so much but needless cruelty simply annoys her. It's no wonder she stays aay from the slytherin dungeons really. Due to her upbringing she has a love for animals of any kind
History: Otties Father runs and owns Magical Menagerie on Diagon Alley, along with her help of course. She grew up helping him with the various olws, newts, cats, rats, mice, some dogs and (even at one point) a crocodile. When it comes to magical animals, she's your gal. Her Father (A former Ravenclaw himself) brought her up on stories of fantical adventures of witches, owls and quidditch chasers alike (Can you see the theme here?) This probably brought on her dreamy and eccentric nature. If she wasn't helping her Father then she was reading, read read read that's all she ever did. Her Father complained that they only had the one bookworm in the shop, and it was her.
Upon joining Higwarts her house choice was obvious from the start really. She progressed nicely through school and is currently excelling at Potions and Charms, creating and experimenting frequently with new recipies and ideas. Usually she is sucsessful, but at times her results can be ... mixed.