Post by Ophelia Beatrice Princeps on Apr 10, 2010 22:10:53 GMT -6
Name: Ophelia Beatrice Princeps.
D.O.B. // Age: Forty-one (13 August).
Schooling: Attended Insula School of magic; graduated in 1986.
Wand: Eleven and a half inches, walnut, Demiguise hair, John Drell (maker).
Pet: N/A.
Appearance: Ophelia has a very slight oval face and light cream skin, which she keeps smooth and as healthy-looking as possible. Her eyes are a medium almond shape with light brown pupils, and some people might say "they always appear to smirk at you." Her lips, which may or may not be lightly coated with red lipstick, may curl into a smile that is less than inviting to anyone who happens to catch it, whether the person is a student or a fellow adult. Ophelia's hair is naturally wavy at the bottom half (which extends to just below her shoulders), and it is very light blonde with a few natural streaks of light brown thrown into the mix. It usually remains free (usually with a broach or hairpin to keep her bangs from her face), but on certain days, she may tie it into a double French braid.
The woman stands at about five feet, nine inches, and she typically stands erect and proper. She has an average, in-between build (weighing roughly one hundred forty-eight pounds), but she's not the type to obsess about her appearance. Ophelia's wardrobe is pretty standard -- nothing flashy, and mostly the type of stuff you'd see in any ordinary woman's closet. She dresses lightly in the summer and warmly in the winter, but indoors, she typically dresses lightly. Other than the broach or hairpin in her hair, she's not one to wear accessories.
History: Ophelia Beatrice Princeps was born to Agnes Chrysanthe Floros-Princeps, now sixty years of age, and Amadeus Oliver Princeps, not fifty-eight years of age. Both came from somewhat wealthy backgrounds, but neither was substantially rich as a child or currently. They were both loving parents, and they were quite thrilled to have produced Ophelia. As such, despite their busy lives as an historian and politician (respectively), both of them doted on their first-born, though they balanced this with a healthy amount of education. Ophelia was taught to both enjoy life and to value it; she grew up an energetic, creative young lady who still found education to be priceless and precious. Ophelia's younger sister, Artemis, was born when the elder was only three years old, but the pair of them were both treated equally.
As they were both magical, Agnes and Amadeus expected their children to be witches themselves. At the age of seven, whilst playing a small, childish game of Quidditch, Ophelia's magical abilities were discovered when she apparently caused the Quaffle to hover in mid-air because of her own happiness. Having attended Insula themselves, both parents were prepared for their first-born to attend the school the year she turned ten. Her first year was tough, having to adjust herself to new people and a new surrounding, but as she was a rather friendly young girl, she started making friends rather easily after a few months. The concept of magic, though having grown up around it, was quite eccentric to her, so the school itself took a much longer amount of time for her to adjust to. She chose the Sigma Kappa Tau dormitory when she entered her second year of Insula School of Magic, and she was convinced that she had made the right choice.
Ophelia's studies grew to be vastly important to her, and she found herself balancing a large sum of friends with classes and assignments to which she dedicated herself both inside and outside the classroom. As she was more of a present-day sort of person, history and divinations were not exactly her strong point, and she also did almost as badly as those two subjects in every other class apart from Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms -- the ones that required the most wandwork, as it was. She still more-than-passed each of her classes, but she scored Outstandings in the latter three. In her seventh year, she was selected to be a resident in the Omega dormitory, and she both enjoyed the experience and took it very seriously.
As her Insula school came to an end, though, Ophelia came to the harsh realization that she and most of her friends would probably stop talking when they left to pursue their own occupational lives, or whatever the case might have been. She started to become a little more anxious and nervous about leaving school in the first place, and around other people, she was very quiet. It was really quite unnatural, though it probably resulted from the continual presence of people that she trusted coming to an end. She pursued a teaching position at Insula, taking a few years to perfect her magic before actually applying for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, which was open at this point. As she did well with the subject in school, enjoyed it, and found it very useful, she strongly dedicated herself to the teaching position.
Personality: Ophelia is a rather eccentric woman, in some cases. She smiles quite often, though one can never be too certain whether it's sincere, mocking, or somewhere in between. Much like she was as a child, she is life-loving and enjoys a creative outlook in life, but she isn't really trusting of other people; she isn't cynical, per sé, but the woman simply chooses not to rely on other people for tasks. In the classroom, she's a mixture of strict and easy-going, depending on which side of the bed she awoke, but in general, she doesn't always let on if she's angry, sad, or anything other than content or happy. Very rarely will she yell at anyone, students included, but if she is disrespected or something in general calls for it, she will very sternly state her mind about an issue. While she herself is not trusting, she does take pride in her position as a professor, and she openly accepts pleas of help from her children -- or fellow adults, if for some reason they need her assistance.
RP Sample: “I believe someone...requested this file?"
Was this voice stuttering? Elizabeth couldn't stand stuttering voices; in some cases, it exemplified weakness. Hopefully this person wasn't reporting for her department. Then again, it could have been an auror or a trainee or ... whatever, as long as it wasn't someone prone to public-speaking. Shoot some bloody spells at the criminals for all she cared, but ... Woah. Elizabeth nearly wringed her neck, having gotten distracted by these blatant, unnecessary thoughts. Really, Elizabeth? she chastised herself, looking upward.
"Its on a....case report from the recent Hogwarts attack.”
"Naturally," Elizabeth said quickly, grabbing for the file and immediately opening it -- but she looked back up at this woman before her, momentarily making eye contact. Eye contact ... Maybe the stuttering wasn't some internal sign of weakness after all! It didn't matter, though; all that mattered was feeding the Ministry and the people their information on silver platters. Sometimes she wondered whether her job was what it was supposed to be or whether she was just some plaything to bow before everyone else's whim, but she never took a moment to complain. She would retire at the end of the evening to a large, comfortable bed and a delicious glass of fine wine, and that was that.
"Who are you?" the woman asked, looking back down at her file and reading it thoroughly but awaiting a responce from this person. Odds were, Elizabeth knew the woman - in fact, if she was delivering a file to the Head of Law Enforcement, she probably worked for said department - but the Head couldn't be expected to remember every name and face she came across, now could she?
D.O.B. // Age: Forty-one (13 August).
Schooling: Attended Insula School of magic; graduated in 1986.
Wand: Eleven and a half inches, walnut, Demiguise hair, John Drell (maker).
Pet: N/A.
Appearance: Ophelia has a very slight oval face and light cream skin, which she keeps smooth and as healthy-looking as possible. Her eyes are a medium almond shape with light brown pupils, and some people might say "they always appear to smirk at you." Her lips, which may or may not be lightly coated with red lipstick, may curl into a smile that is less than inviting to anyone who happens to catch it, whether the person is a student or a fellow adult. Ophelia's hair is naturally wavy at the bottom half (which extends to just below her shoulders), and it is very light blonde with a few natural streaks of light brown thrown into the mix. It usually remains free (usually with a broach or hairpin to keep her bangs from her face), but on certain days, she may tie it into a double French braid.
The woman stands at about five feet, nine inches, and she typically stands erect and proper. She has an average, in-between build (weighing roughly one hundred forty-eight pounds), but she's not the type to obsess about her appearance. Ophelia's wardrobe is pretty standard -- nothing flashy, and mostly the type of stuff you'd see in any ordinary woman's closet. She dresses lightly in the summer and warmly in the winter, but indoors, she typically dresses lightly. Other than the broach or hairpin in her hair, she's not one to wear accessories.
History: Ophelia Beatrice Princeps was born to Agnes Chrysanthe Floros-Princeps, now sixty years of age, and Amadeus Oliver Princeps, not fifty-eight years of age. Both came from somewhat wealthy backgrounds, but neither was substantially rich as a child or currently. They were both loving parents, and they were quite thrilled to have produced Ophelia. As such, despite their busy lives as an historian and politician (respectively), both of them doted on their first-born, though they balanced this with a healthy amount of education. Ophelia was taught to both enjoy life and to value it; she grew up an energetic, creative young lady who still found education to be priceless and precious. Ophelia's younger sister, Artemis, was born when the elder was only three years old, but the pair of them were both treated equally.
As they were both magical, Agnes and Amadeus expected their children to be witches themselves. At the age of seven, whilst playing a small, childish game of Quidditch, Ophelia's magical abilities were discovered when she apparently caused the Quaffle to hover in mid-air because of her own happiness. Having attended Insula themselves, both parents were prepared for their first-born to attend the school the year she turned ten. Her first year was tough, having to adjust herself to new people and a new surrounding, but as she was a rather friendly young girl, she started making friends rather easily after a few months. The concept of magic, though having grown up around it, was quite eccentric to her, so the school itself took a much longer amount of time for her to adjust to. She chose the Sigma Kappa Tau dormitory when she entered her second year of Insula School of Magic, and she was convinced that she had made the right choice.
Ophelia's studies grew to be vastly important to her, and she found herself balancing a large sum of friends with classes and assignments to which she dedicated herself both inside and outside the classroom. As she was more of a present-day sort of person, history and divinations were not exactly her strong point, and she also did almost as badly as those two subjects in every other class apart from Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms -- the ones that required the most wandwork, as it was. She still more-than-passed each of her classes, but she scored Outstandings in the latter three. In her seventh year, she was selected to be a resident in the Omega dormitory, and she both enjoyed the experience and took it very seriously.
As her Insula school came to an end, though, Ophelia came to the harsh realization that she and most of her friends would probably stop talking when they left to pursue their own occupational lives, or whatever the case might have been. She started to become a little more anxious and nervous about leaving school in the first place, and around other people, she was very quiet. It was really quite unnatural, though it probably resulted from the continual presence of people that she trusted coming to an end. She pursued a teaching position at Insula, taking a few years to perfect her magic before actually applying for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, which was open at this point. As she did well with the subject in school, enjoyed it, and found it very useful, she strongly dedicated herself to the teaching position.
Personality: Ophelia is a rather eccentric woman, in some cases. She smiles quite often, though one can never be too certain whether it's sincere, mocking, or somewhere in between. Much like she was as a child, she is life-loving and enjoys a creative outlook in life, but she isn't really trusting of other people; she isn't cynical, per sé, but the woman simply chooses not to rely on other people for tasks. In the classroom, she's a mixture of strict and easy-going, depending on which side of the bed she awoke, but in general, she doesn't always let on if she's angry, sad, or anything other than content or happy. Very rarely will she yell at anyone, students included, but if she is disrespected or something in general calls for it, she will very sternly state her mind about an issue. While she herself is not trusting, she does take pride in her position as a professor, and she openly accepts pleas of help from her children -- or fellow adults, if for some reason they need her assistance.
RP Sample: “I believe someone...requested this file?"
Was this voice stuttering? Elizabeth couldn't stand stuttering voices; in some cases, it exemplified weakness. Hopefully this person wasn't reporting for her department. Then again, it could have been an auror or a trainee or ... whatever, as long as it wasn't someone prone to public-speaking. Shoot some bloody spells at the criminals for all she cared, but ... Woah. Elizabeth nearly wringed her neck, having gotten distracted by these blatant, unnecessary thoughts. Really, Elizabeth? she chastised herself, looking upward.
"Its on a....case report from the recent Hogwarts attack.”
"Naturally," Elizabeth said quickly, grabbing for the file and immediately opening it -- but she looked back up at this woman before her, momentarily making eye contact. Eye contact ... Maybe the stuttering wasn't some internal sign of weakness after all! It didn't matter, though; all that mattered was feeding the Ministry and the people their information on silver platters. Sometimes she wondered whether her job was what it was supposed to be or whether she was just some plaything to bow before everyone else's whim, but she never took a moment to complain. She would retire at the end of the evening to a large, comfortable bed and a delicious glass of fine wine, and that was that.
"Who are you?" the woman asked, looking back down at her file and reading it thoroughly but awaiting a responce from this person. Odds were, Elizabeth knew the woman - in fact, if she was delivering a file to the Head of Law Enforcement, she probably worked for said department - but the Head couldn't be expected to remember every name and face she came across, now could she?
