User Information:
Name/Alias: Abby. Original, no? xD
Age: 16
RP History: Geh. I’ve been looking for a steady, active site...started out at VH last summer.
Were you referred to [TW] by someone? Whom? Nope. I found you guys on RPG Directory, which I found on Hogwarts United v2 (Exploding Snap!, I think it is now called…)


Character Information:
Name: Abygaille Clark
Age: 11
Birthday: 18 July
Year: 1st
House: Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff
Wand: 9 inches, unicorn hair core, heather wood.
Pets: A black kitten named Burke, who she got for her sixth birthday from her grandmother, Telly.
Family:

Telly LeBlanc, [deceased] maternal grandmother: Telly was a bourn-deaf woman; actually the one person who related to Abygaille the most. Needless to say, Abygaille was devastated when her grandmother died.

Linda Denise [LeBlanc] Clark, mother, age 35: Telly’s daughter, a spirited middle-aged woman. She supports her daughter as much as she can, and she actually grew up in a deaf household because her own mother was deaf. Linda is hearing, and she is a Teacher of Deaf Magical Children in a small wizarding area of London.

Ramon Frederick Clark, father, age 36: Abygaille’s father, a serious-but-occasionally-playful workaholic. Ramon is a muggle, hearing, and a mathematician (Abygaille doesn’t know exactly what he does) in a nearby area of muggle London.

Nathan Frederick Clark, brother, age 8: The little girl’s little-r brother, whom adores her. Gaille is Nate’s role model, and he loves to copy anything that she does. Nate is actually a wizard, as well—-only the family doesn’t know it quite yet.

Physical Description: Abygaille is short for her age (but will sprout up around the time that she is 13), standing at 4 feet and 7 inches. She has freckles that add spunk to her sun-treated, slightly swarthy face. She is, for now, a rather thin girl, because she has an excellent metabolism (but will eventually gain a bit of weight in her later years--I have plans for that), and also partially because of her skateboarding.

She has long, straight hair with the slightest of waves at the bottom, which is quite malleable and seems to style however she wants it to--but she doesn't style it often. Most of the time, people will see Abygaille's hair either untouched and slightly combed with her fingers in the morning (for it isn't frizzy this early in her life), or tied up with a plain elastic in a slightly messy ponytail.

The little girl doesn't think of herself as "pretty." In fact, she isn't exactly a beauty or anything. She isn't ugly, but she isn't gorgeous--she is moreso slightly plain. This is because she doesn't particularly care for looks--she doesn't put effort into "looking pretty" (for if she did, she would surely be quite pretty), because she has no patience for it. She is too young for makeup, and she wouldn't wear it anyway. She does not iron her clothes in the morning--she doesn't mind wrinkles. She doesn't lotion her legs, and she doesn't shave her legs, either--she is too young for that, too.

Abygaille is what people would call a "mutt." Her mother was mostly white and was bourn in Galicia, Spain; her father was mostly chicano, and was bourn in central California. (See history for how they got to London.) (Abby is also Jewish, and her grandmother, Telly, was one of the first Spanish Hebrews in the family.) So, Abby's friends (or, currently, lack thereof) call her a Latin-Brit, with a giggle and a laugh. (Except Abby doesn't giggle. She's too tomboyish for that--she insists that she has never giggled in her life; only laughed.)

On a typical day when she is not wearing her uniform, little Gaille is wearing stereotypical skater clothes--a dark green T-shirt or tanktop, form-fitting (though she really has no form, at her age); khaki (sp?) or black cargo pants/cutoffs/shorts, and dark hair up in a black elastic (or, even, if she's feeling slightly girly, she might even put her hair in a braid).

Whenever Abby talks to someone, she always has an incredibly animated bunch of facial expressions. This is due to the nature of sign language—one of the key components of the language is facial reactions and expressions. She always looks people in the eyes (again, another nature of the language), is very animated, and tends to look at things for long periods of time without blinking. Some people find this strange, but to Abygaille, it is the most normal thing in the world.

Personality: Abygaille is one of the most hot-tempered people you will ever meet. Because she was bourn deaf, she has had a tough time communicating with people, and when people don’t get what she is trying to say straight-off, she gets frustrated easily. Through her years at school, however, she will learn to gain a bit of patience with other people.

It is not just a terrible temper that attacks Abygaille, but also a passion for creation. She loves writing poetry, because it eases her soul out, and actually relieves a somewhat isolated world for her. Since she was a little girl, she has been the only deaf person in her family beside her grandmother, Telly, who was also bourn deaf. Telly loved poetry and was Gaille's best friend until her death when the little girl was eight years old. She taught Abygaille how to read, write, and communicate with sign language, and has been Gaille's hero ever since.

Abygaille is fiesty but sweet, resulting in an oxymoronic personality from her. She is stubbourn and quite unorganised, and is the epitome of craziness. She loves to have fun, and apart from being deaf, she's just like any other eleven-year-old. She thinks boys have cooties, she loves her friends, and she enjoys free time.

In the hearing world, Abby is considered quiet. But, in the deaf world, the eleven-year-old is one of the most talkative people one will ever meet. She loves talking, and talked all the time when her Grandmama Telly was alive, but actually went through a period of silence where she didn't say (or sign) one word for an entire six months.

Gaille's also a bit hypocritical (for now, anyway). She will judge people before she even gets to know them, because they tend to judge her before they get to know her. She is wrong about this, though, although she insists that she is right--the people that meet her usually don't judge her because she is deaf, but Abygaille has a sort of paranoid mentality that she wholeheartedly believes that tells her, "don't trust them; don't trust them--they have already judged you, so you should do the same." This is not schizophrenia--just a little girl freaking out because she has been placed in a hearing world without being given the gift of hearing.

She is far from superficial, however. Abygaille never takes things at face value for certain--her judgements are temporary for each time that she sees someone she has met. For example, if somebody's posture is different the second time she meets him, she will judge him differently from the first time she met him. She does not accept the hypothesis that "people never change," because she does, somewhere inside her stubbourn, judgemental, hot-tempered self, have a relatively good notion of people. Abygaille is a pretty deep eleven-year-old, especially for her age; she thinks about the meaning of things. Perhaps this is why she loves writing and literature so much--because there is so much meaning behind the pages and the words which are written on those pages. She loves analysing books--sometimes even books beyond her years.

Lastly (but certainly not leastly), Abygaille puts on a guard for herself. She is an incredibly cautious individual, not wanting to get her heart broken again after Grandmama Telly died. She has vowed never to fall in love (besides--boys are icky; ew), because she has seen the kind of effect it has had on people around her (see history). She never lets people see who she really is, and her outward look is one of a "tough chick" so that people won't think she is weak because she is deaf (which adds onto her paranoid mentality). Through the years, she realises that people aren't as judgemental as she thinks they are.


History: Bourn to human Ramon Frederick and witch Linda Denise Clark (who met in California when Denise moved there when she was a teenager, then decided to move to Canberra when they got married because Denise had family there and both of them actually attended college there) in Glasgow, Scotland on the eighteenth of July was a tiny girl. Though her cry was loud, when she finally calmed down and her mother Denise spoke to her, the little girl (named Abygaille Denise) reacted not. Eventually, after a few weeks and there was no response music, voices, or anything of the sort, Denise's mother, a witch named Telly, got involved. Telly recognised the signs, and the next day, she told the shocked parents that their daughter was deaf.

Telly herself was deaf--she had been bourn deaf, and had actually grown up using interpreters and now the new muggle technologies--the TTYs and VPs and relay conversations via the telephone on a hearing person’s end and a TTY on a deaf person’s end. She communicated to her daughter and Frederick by signing to them, because Telly had taught Denise to sign when Denise was bourn, and Denise had taught Frederick a bit for when he had interactions with Telly. But now Frederick was going to have to crack down and learn it all.

Eventually, through quite a bit of struggle, Frederick learned the language fluently. It was a good thing, though, because that meant that Abygaille was able to have two parents that were quite supportive of her. Gaille grew up learning sign language.

This caused a bit of a problem when her parents tried to send her to primary school in the human world, because not many people could communicate with a deaf girl. So, Gaille was homeschooled. She did extremely well because she didn’t have many friends, if at all.

Gaille’s main friend was her little brother, who was about two-and-a-half years younger than she, and her next-door neighbour, who was about four or five years older than she. Her brother, Nate, was bourn hearing, but grew up learning sign language and English, and so he and his sister had a good relationship. At times, she would get frustrated with him, but she knew that he loved her, and he knew that she loved him, so they would eventually come to an understanding.

Her next-door neighbour, Nickolas, was the one who had gotten her into skateboarding (and skating in general). He is pretty much Abygaille’s role model, and whenever she has a problem, she goes to him first (that is, if she can’t get help from her parents).

Abygaille competed in skating tournaments as a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, and she was devastated to learn that at her new school, Hogwarts, she wouldn’t be able to ride her skateboard everywhere. Nevertheless, she packed it in her trunk anyway, discreetly slipping it in when her mother’s back was turned. (Denise notised anyway, because no matter how discreet Gaille thought she was being, she didn’t realising that placing the skateboard in the trunk would create a noise. But Denise let her daughter take the skateboard. After all, she did get into the magic school; what more could she ask for?)

Needless to say, Denise was thrilled when Gaille made it into Hogwarts. She was so excited that her daughter was going to experience the same kind of education that she herself had received.

So, with wet eyes and occasional dry spells when no salty tears were left, Abygaille headed off to Hogwarts with one of her best friends (who was actually the daughter of one of Denise’s friends, also attending Hogwarts), Jean, who interprets for Abygaille.*

Likes: Skateboarding, writing poetry, mathematics, and cooking. None of these activities requires hearing, which is precisely why Abygaille loves them all—she can do them. She first got into skateboarding when she was around 5 or 6 years old, when her next-door neighbour, Nickolas, offered to show her how to skateboard, and, because she had nothing better to do except homework, Abygaille naturally wanted to learn—especially because she admired 14-year-old Nickolas. So, she learned to skateboard and loved it! Nickolas has been giving her skateboarding lessons ever since.

Dislikes: Music, people who judge others, overly peppy people, and people who overenunciate their words in her presence. The first and the last are because she can’t hear, and it’s incredibly annoying (and even slightly insulting) when people rub it in her face by speaking sloooowly and reminding her that she can’t hear. She dislikes overly peppy people just because they are just plain annoying, and she doesn’t like people who judge because they nearly almost always get her wrong.

Fears: Abygaille has rather unconventional main fears. The first is her phobia of trains, because she has read too many books and seen too many muggle films (with closed captioning, of course, for those of you who were wondering how a deaf girl could possibly watch television) that involved people getting run over by trains. The second is her fright of being alone in her life. Though this may not be as unconventional (or irrational) as her train-phobia, Gaille can understandably be afraid of being alone because of her deafness itself; she does not long to be some form of an outcast, after all.

Goals: For a little girl, Gaille definitely has some big dreams. Her ultimate goal is to be an authour, writing stories and even possibly writing novels to educate the world on deafness and its culture. She also wishes to become a world-famous skateboarder or the world’s first deaf ice-skater, skating a capella since she wouldn’t ever be able to hear and/or stay with the music. However, she knows that such physical goals will not last her long, because she has spoken to her parents about this (they have a rather good relationship with their daughter), and they have explained to her the possible and most likely outcomes. If all else fails, Abby would want to follow in her mother’s footsteps and become a Teacher for Deaf Magical Children.

Favorite Spell and Why: “Wingardium Leviosa.” While this may sound like a stereotypical, Mary-Sueish favourite spell, I can assure you that it most certainly isn’t. This is the first spell that she learned, and she learned it from her grandmother. She has a sort of sense of attachment from it, as well as a favourite anecdote—-her grandmother, Telly, once made her fly into the sky with a more advanced form of this charm. Granted, Abby loved the thrilling flying sensation, and will be extremely interested in flying when she is in school (possibly enough so to actually try out for a team and change her goals). (Her grandmother actually also taught her how to perform charms without speaking—-for Abygaille is a deaf-mute.)

Sample RP: This is a little something I wrote as my character on Virtual Hogwarts Reunion, a sort of “part 2” of a now-closed RPG. I play a character named China Ravencrest over there.

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China had awoken to a late start that morning...not that it was out of the ordinary. Rising at precisely 10:52 AM, disheveled as she usually was in the mornings, the petite woman groaned groggily, somewhat frustrated that she was being woken up so early when she’d had such a rough day the previous day. Three children—a fourth on the way—on a train, for even what a short time the ride was—was never a good thing. No; the endless visits to the candy cart, the crying which never ceased (five-year-old Peter was frightened by trains), the neverending craziness that refused to leave…it was all too much—and precisely the reason why China never liked train rides with her entire family.

Having six children was always a blessing, never a curse; except when it was all so chaotic. Thankfully, though, one was already fully-grown and had a family of her own, another was engaged to be married, and another was nearly fully-grown. Really, she only had three left…but then there was the last one, whom had yet to be bourn…as many times as China had gone through childbirth by this time, she didn’t fancy it much; it was always painful, not matter how beautiful the outcome may be.

The morning sickness got to her, as well…this time, it seemed like it would NEVER go away. China vomited until about three months into the pregnancy, and finally it diminished to a stop. Honestly, though, there was something different about this one than the other six. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew that something was much, much more different…

Regardless, China was thankful to not have to throw up this morning, as she was meeting one of her best friends from Hogwarts: Tara O’Shanty. She was meeting her at Florean Fortescue’s at noon; Jon had agreed to take care of Daniel, Elyssabet and Peter while she was away. Not that there would most likely be much to take care of…while Elyssabet and Peter were spirited children, they were heavy sleepers, and still sleeping peacefully away…and Daniel was just coming into his teenage years, so he was a good sleeper no matter what. Sleep was the one thing that China could count on for her kids; she knew that they would sleep, and she could count on getting sleep, herself.

It was the one thing that would always be there that she would NEVER take for granted.

Now, in the Ravencrest family’s room at the Leaky Cauldron, China quietly (or, at least, as quietly as any very pregnant woman could) crept out of bed beside her husband and tiptoed silently to the water closet. When she stepped out of the shower, she glanced at the simple, small, royal blue wristwatch of hers that lay on the counter. “11:20 AM,” it read.

Ah, 11:20.



11:20?!

China was so far behind schedule already! There was no way it could already be so late! Dashing (which was actually not so fast) over to the mini-dresser in the WC, China pulled out a royal blue maternity dress, made of cotton. It was a tank dress, but China still thought that she looked like a dumpy grandmother (despite her lack of abundant wrinkles). Then again, she reminded herself, she was her own worst critic.

Although she was rather thin for a mother of nearly seven, China had certainly gained weight since Hogwarts years. Most of it was pregnancy weight, though she had worked a lot of it off with her job at London Dancers United. She was really only about fifteen pounds heavier than her seventh year, but it still felt like a lot…especially because now, with the added weight of the baby inside her, she was about twenty-five to thirty pounds heavier than seventh year.

China pulled the dress over her head, allowed her long hair to fall down her back, still rather wet (she never had any patience for hair-drying charms or muggle hair-dryers), then scurried to retrieve her shoes. They were flats (as China could absolutely never wear heels during a pregnancy), royal blue with little thin elastic bows in the middle at the toe. Fastening her wristwatch and performing a simple makeup charm, her hair still quite damp, China exited the WC into the bedroom, only to face a rather hopefully-faced Peter Ravencrest.

“Mummy, may I come with you?” he asked in broken Japanese. China had been trying to teach him Japanese, and with some success, because he knew enough to communicate, though it tended to be broken-up. Still, for a five-year-old boy, it was superb.

The petite woman shook her head as she picked up her son to give him a reassuring hug. “Oh…I’ll be back, Peter,” she responded in English, giving him a break from the Japanese-learning process. “I promise.” And with that, she sat him down on the bed at Jon’s feet, kneeled down to face her son nose-to-nose, and tweaked that little nose, smiling at him like only a mother could, resulting in a delighted laugh from the little boy.

China gave her sleeping daughter a kiss on her little cheek, leaving the eight-year-old girl to rest, breathing in and out, in and out…and she planted a kiss on Daniel’s head. She pecked Peter on the cheek as well, and placed him in bed next to Jon, whispering in her son’s ear, “Tickle Daddy when he wakes up, okay, Pete?” She grinned at him mischievously, and Peter nodded earnestly, and pretended to be asleep so that he could play with his father when he woke up. And for the said father…China leaned over him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, as well, thankful for everything he had ever done.

Alas, though; she reminisced for only a moment, then grabbed her copy of the room-key and quietly tip-toed out of the room.

12:00. She was late.

It took China five minutes to get from her room to Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, but it was worth the wait. For whom was she looking? The famous Miss Tara O’Shanty, her close friend and confidante. China’s hair was only damp now, stick-straight as usual, as she walked into the parlour, then sat down in front of a redheaded woman whom she knew as Tara O’Shanty.

“So…what do you think?” asked China, smiling her signature smile (which had never changed throughout the years) and picking up a menu. “Vanilla topped with mushrooms or a hot fudge sundae with extra nori?”

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Alliance: None. At least, currently. ^^_