Post by bobbiejo on Feb 17, 2008 20:30:13 GMT -5
` bobbie joanna hart
BEHIND THE CHARACTER
NAME :: bam
AGE :: thirteen.
EXPERIENCE :: uh, a year?
**oh, and this whole application is weird because i copied it from my petpage, where i used bold italics & underline for almost everything. so yeah. i was too lazy to fix most of it. xP
GENERAL
FULL NAME :: bobbie joanna hart
AGE :: sixteen.
GENDER :: she's a bitch.
YEAR :: let's go with sixth.
HOUSE ::[cannon only]
APPEARANCE&&PERSONLAITY
DESCRIPTION :: && {H A I R;;}
Born with strands of sepia hair, it's something that most people don't know about her. This is because her hair is changed a lot, the cut, the style, the color. She doesn't like to walk around her life in the same hair as she always has. She'd rather have change over the same boring thing, even if it means that the change isn't always good. Over the years, she's learned what not to do with her hair, and what to do. Some people can have short hair and look good, others can have long hair and look good. Bobbie has managed to dodge those laws of fashion, or at least follow them without realizing she was doing so. Layering her hair has always been a favorite idea of hers, but of course it isn't her doing the cutting. She would probably end up bald if she did that. When down, it looks as if her hair had been cut diagonally, the longer ends being towards her back. If you look at it, you would think dark. Not black, but brown, with some red mixed in to give her the color of her hair.
&& {E Y E S;;} If you ever get the chance, you should look into somebody's eyes. It could tell a lot about the person, because most can hide their feelings from their face, but they can't stop it from showing in their eyes. This is the case with Bobbie Jo. No matter how hard she's tried, she can't get her feelings to stay put, away from the view of others. Instead, they light up her eyes like New York City at night, whether she be mad, angry, sad, happy, or anything else. These azure eyes will tell you anything you need to know- just look into them and ask.
&& {F A C E;;} Some people remember faces, some remember names. A select few can remember both, a skill that this teenager has failed to master. She would rather people remember her face and name, but if you can only remember your face, then you better remember it well. She's rather satisfied with with her heart-shaped face, but she could do without the pale skin. It would have been nice to have freckles, but of course, nobody gets everything they want. Unlike most teens at her age, she doesn't use any zit creams/products. She believes that they don't help at all, and just washes her face when she remembers to. If she forgets though, she'll probably end up with a few zitz the next morning.
&& {B O D Y;;} A naturally slim figure, Bobbie has done nothing to lose weight or gain it. She doesn't want to be under- or overweight, so she continues to eat like she has, which seems to be good for her. She dislikes crappy and cheap food, anyways. Last time she checked, the scale said that she weighed 137.9 lbs- yes, it said that exactly. She hasn't had many growth spurts, except for one in ninth grade. She was taller by four inches by the end of that year. If you stand next to her, and if you happen to be 5'8, you'll be exactly the same height as her. Congratulations. Most of her body isn't muscle, because she doesn't work out. She's weak in her arms and everything else except for her legs, but even then she can only use them for running.
PLAYED BY :: becky lou
PERSONALITY :: && {T E A C H E R ' S P E T ;;}
Teachers always have their favorites- the students who do good, the students who agree with them, some students act like the teachers are the rulers of the planet. Teachers call them good students, the other students call them the teachers' pet. It's true, Bobbie will admit to being the teacher's pet. Her grades are at the top, thanks to her parents making sure they were up there, and stayed up there. She's learned that if she slacks off in any subject, certain privileges get taken away. Especially her Gameboy, something her parents dislike, including the loud beeping sounds it produces. Usually, she can get her friends out of trouble by talking sweetly to the teacher, but it doesn't always work. Half the time, it does, though, a reason her friends should be grateful that Bobbie can talk with teachers. The other half of the time ends up with her doing some work for the teachers, and spending more time than she would like with them.
&& { A L I T T L E O U T T H E R E;;} Teenagers are supposed to be moody little things who usually want one or more things, and they try to get it. They worry about drama, other people, their faces, how much they weigh- all that fancy stuff. However, she tends to act quite differently. Of course, she does like drama- she's attracted to it, as long as it doesn't involve herself. In that case, she would push it away, along with everybody sticking to it like somebody superglued them. She dislikes attention being drawn to herself, and would rather hide under a rock than go out and talk to the world over a speaker. Making speeches has always been hard for her, thankfully she hasn't had to make many, really. She spaces out when people are talking to her, unless it's a very interesting subject. Even then, she could end up daydreaming, something common for her. Friends know that on certain days, she'll just sit and stare, and they don't really make much of an effort to talk to her. They would just have to wait.
&& {P A T I E N T;;} One thing she does have is patience. She could help you figure something out that you don't understand after her first twenty teachings of it, and she would still be talking in a low voice. When she yells, it's usually just when she's talking loud- is it still yelling if it isn't purposely yelling? She's thought about that, and she thinks the answer is no. Sometimes she talks very loudly, but she's not getting impatient. Simply because she doesn't get impatient. One of the traits she was gifted with when she was born- or cursed. Depends on how you see it, and everybody sees is differently.
&& {U N C O M F O R T A B L E;;} The first thing Bobbie would do if you went up and starting talking to her would be to talk back- almost everybody's reaction, right? Around people that she doesn't know, she's more comfortable than being around her friends. It's odd, so she'd prefer that her friends were farther from her instead of being her 'twin'. That'd just be annoying, wouldn't it? Plus, people who didn't like her wouldn't want another of her, of course. Always thinking about those enemies of hers seems to be a habit. On any day, she would choose family over friends. She's comfortable and close around them, what more could you ask for? Bobbie isn't one to go up to people and begin talking to them, no, she'd rather they come up and speak to her.
&& {N E R D;;} Whether you admit to believing in them or not, there are cliques, and everybody is given a label. Nobody does a survey, asking who should be called what- of course not. That's just plain stupid and a complete waste of time. Bobbie is called a nerd/geek, mainly because of her attitude in class. She's one of the few to pay attention to the teacher, sometimes correcting them if needed. Instead of going to a party, she would rather watch the television [if in her own house]. When at Hogwarts, she prefers to read about what Muggles think of witches/witchcraft. Parties don't interest her- Really, who would want to go to some place and get wasted? Anything to do with drinks and drugs doesn't interest her one bit.
FLAWS :: -allows people to take advantage of her
-wouldn't stop her friends from doing something even if it hurt them, because she believes that everybody needs to live their own life
-doesn't voice her opinion very often
-bad with romance
-usually ends up saying the wrong things
LIKES ::
vanilla
sugar
airplanes
the color brown
drawing mushrooms
comedy
human circuses
elephants
the smell of cinnamon
planting things
the pool
DISLIKES ::
chocolate
plainness
boats
the color yellow
painting portraits
non-comegy
animal circuses
penguins
the smell of flowers
mowing the lawn
the beach
LIFE&&HISTORY
HISTORY it's a girl, mr. and mrs. hart, informed the doctor, a smile appearing on her face as she looked from the father to mother. Carefully, she handed the small baby over to Gloria, the mother of the newborn child. She said nothing as the couple cuddled the child and handled it as if it would break if you touched it, but waited for the couple to speak- to pick a name for the baby. Names were almost everything in a person's life, they were what people called you, of course! That had to be important to everybody, unless you decided to ditch your name and say that it was something else. It's your choice, sort of. Not much of your choice, but you can deal with your name or not deal with it.
We'll name her Bobbie- Bobbie Joanna, came the reply from the mother, surprisingly calm. A puzzled look appeared on the father's face for a minute as if he expected a different name, but he made no objections. A smile appeared on the same doctor's face, her eyes glancing at the small child, eyes closed. Bobbie Joanna Hart.
Bobbie, sweetie, time to blow out the candles, the sweet voice whispered into his daughter's ear, which was responded with giggles as he tickled her slightly. Picking her up, he held onto her waist as he carried the now seven year old into the room. Sara stood beside their mother, a grin lighting up her face. She looked different than Bobbie- she had inherited her father's dark hazel eyes and light blonde hair. Zachary looked more like her, with ocean blue eyes and a dark brown's bird nest on top of his head. A tug meant that she wanted to get down, and gently her feet hit the floor once more. They sung happy birthday, and she thought of a wish. Everybody got a wish, and she was young- when you're young, you have all the fun, because you don't care about serious matters. That day she wished for a puppy.
is grandpa here yet, mommy? asked Bobbie for what seemed like the eightieth time. She sat on the couch, looking out the window for her grandpa as her mother walked into the room, slowly hanging up the telephone. She sat down on the couch as if she thought she was about to fall right through it if she went too quickly, and her five year old daughter looked strangely at her mother. Gloria's eyes were wet, and a couple of tears left her eyes. mommy, why are you crying? asked Bobbie, very curious since she thought grown-ups didn't cry. Only little kids did, because she had never seen an adult cry before. Bobbie, your grandfather- he was driving here, for Christmas as you know, and the roads are icy, she wiped her eyes, knowing that it would bad if her young daughter saw her crying. The roads were i-icy, and he slid across the road, and hit another car. By this point, Bobbie had crawled into her mother's lap, sitting there as she did normally. She didn't speak, but rather listened to the story her mother had to tell. He's in the hospital now, but you know how he's old- because he has wrinkles? Y-Yes, because he has wrinkles, a small smile appeared on her face, but it disappeared as she continued on with her story. His head hit the windshield, and, uh, got a boo-boo. It was a bad boo-boo, and the doctors couldn't fix it. He's sleeping now, though. A sleep of death? No, but it was unlikely that he would wake from the coma. If he did, he would die. Either way, he wasn't going to spend this Christmas with his family, but they visited him, trying to keep some spirit.
Come on, Bobbie, get up! It's your birthday! called a familiar voice, and it was responded with a muffled response. Bobbie, get up, come on, don't make me tickle you, he teased, his hands reaching for his younger sister's stomach. She squealed with laughter as Zach tickled her- at least she was up and out of bed. It appeared that she had been up, just had jumped into bed with her clothes on. Odd child. She was now too old to be picked up, so she followed her brother down the steps, rushing a little to keep up with him. Hey, she was only ten. As she finally reached the kitchen, she saw a cake with eleven candles on it. One for good luck, as always. Some presents were off in the corner, but her eyes spotted them, and watched them as if somebody was going to appear out of the wall and take them away. Can we open the presents first? Please, Mommy? whined the child, an innocent expression appearing on her face. Her mother sighed as her father chuckled, but both couldn't turn down that face. Mumbling, her mother agreed, causing another shriek to come out of the girl's mo
FAMILY :: her MOTHER is gloria delaney hart, and she works as the owner of a DAY CARE CENTER. she is married to todd gregory hart, also known as bobbie's father. both are muggleborn muggles, meaning none of them had ANY idea that magic was real. she isn't an only child, seeing as she has an older sister & brother, and a younger brother. so she's ALMOST the youngest- too bad she couldn't be. her older sister is the leader of them, being the oldest and everything. bobbie looks up to SARA a lot, even though she's a muggle. next in the line comes zachary, and even though he can be a nut at times, she loves him to bits and pieces. her younger brother is the YOUNGEST of the family, and a little spoiled, of course. but alex isn't that much of a brat, and bobbie's learned to deal with him when he is. her whole family, minus her of course, are MUGGLES. she's very close to her family, and gets a little cranky when you insult them.
EVERYTHING ELSE
COLOR :: -admin edit-
Custom Title :: && size of the MOON
RP SAMPLE ::/Betrayal/
It never left, that feeling. For the few hours that he stayed awake, tossing and turning, but finally falling asleep, it never left. For the hours that he slept, having nightmares about it- it never left.
/A Broken Heart/
It was true. It felt like somebody torn it from his chest, and he could still feel it as somebody stomped on it several times. But the difference from what would have©
another, more normal, time? This time, now, his heart wasn't torn because of Lily. It was torn and ripped and stomped on because of Sirius.
/Jealousy/
He was jealous of her. The minute he saw them, he knew he was. It spread through his whole body, and he could do nothing to stop it. He tried, and failed. James Potter had fallen for Sirius Black.
/Confusion/
But why? Why all of a sudden? When had©
it happened? Just now? Just last night? Or was the feeling inside him all along, and it just needed something to trigger it?
/Hurt/
It was all he felt. First, Lily was snogging his best friend, and secondly, Sirius must have cared less if he hurt James's feelings or not, which is what would have usually happened. But it would be because of Lily.
Tossing over in his sleep once again, the image©
replayed. Wouldn't go away from the seventeen year old teenage boy's mind. Finally, when he tossed over again, his body wanted him to go to the left, which was the side he was already laying on, and the result ended with a loud thud. Laying there for a few minutes, he didn't even have the will to get up. He wanted to go into bed, go back to sleep, and wake up so none of last night ever happened,©
and it never would. But life didn't work that way, things happened and you couldn't stop them unless you knew it was coming. The past- The past was history, and history couldn't be changed.
The blankets were half-way on the bed and half-way on the floor, tangled with James. Finally he got up and, out of old habit, ran a hand through his dark hair, letting it drop over his face slightly. If he was©
in any other mood, he probably would have laughed at his appearance in the mirror. It didn't need to get more messed up, seeing as just got up from bed- Well, fell out of it. Brown eyes looked around, and saw nothing but blur, so carefully he got up. The blanket was thrown on the floor, but he didn't care about it. Reaching for his glasses, he put them on, and still saw that his vision was still©
slightly blurry. A hand was raised to rub his eyes, and he found that his face was wet. Wonderful. Crying. Just what he needed. Tears to make this the worst day of his life.
Walking to the bathroom, he splashed some cold water onto his face and took a quick shower. Changing into a plain white t-shirt and some old jeans, and of course his robes, he was ready to go. Where, exactly, he didn't know.©
People were in the common room, well, maybe not. Those people were probably eating and chatting in the Great Hall, having a wonderful day. He wouldn't be one of those people, but he would try to eat anyways. In his mind, he knew that he would regret this.
Walking down the stairs, he didn't even take a second glance around the common room, just pushed open the portrait to get out. It was like he©
was actually rushing to get there, although he had no idea why he would be wanting to go there. Finally he reached the Great Hall, and headed towards the Great Hall. Taking a seat down, he looked around, some small little stupid part of him wishing for Sirius to talk to him.-d
