Post by Nickole Wood on Jun 8, 2009 22:19:11 GMT -5
name
Nickolé Rose *This is all my first name by the way*
age
17
experience
Well its got to be about 5 or 6 years I’m not quite sure
J U S T YOUR W I T C H C R A F T
full name
Nickole Marie Wood
gender
Female
age
Sixteen
blood status
Pureblood
house
Ravenclaw
year
6th
pb
Hayden Panettiere
A L L THE W A N D L O R E
likes
Boys, Storms, Pranks, Getting her way, Being in Charge, Languages, Transfigurations, Drawing, Friends, Being the center of Attention, Adventure, Flying, Clothes
dislikes
Small Spaces, Fire, Ignorance, Potions, Being defied, Losing, Know it all’s, Not getting her way, Spiders, Routine, Yelling for no reason
strengths
Charms, Hides her thoughts well, Drawing, Confident, Independent, Caring
weaknesses
Potions, Food, Conceded, Short tempered, Her family, Blunt
quirks
Taps foot constantly, Twirls hair around finger when bored, Bites lip when nervous
personality
Nickole is what you would call, a little bit of a loose cannon. She tends to do what ever she wants with seemingly little or no regards to the rules. She is a bit of joker like him to and loves to pull pranks on people but when she perceives a situation to need seriousness and sensitivity she either gives it or withdraws from it completely. The first is more frequent of course.
She is unswervingly loyal to her friends and hates being wrong about anything. As a result she will usually go to great lengths in an argument to find the tiniest detail that would prove her right- or a least not wholly wrong. This she knows can be quite annoying to people but she usually chooses to ignore it.
She can be extremely opinionated and incredibly tactless at times and is hardily ever quite when people want her to be. However if she deems a situation as needing to be dealt with delicately and doesn’t want to antagonize anyone she can be quite level-headed and rational-usually surprising everyone into submission.
Nickole is highly opinionated and will stand up for herself if she feels someone is trying to undermine her beliefs, unfortunately she does sometimes get into trouble with the professors because of this. She can be a hard-worker when she needs to be but also tends to procrastinate. Her motto is: Hard-work might pay off later, but laziness pays off right now! She has a good sense of humor and tries to laugh as often as possible.
H I S T O R Y OF M A G I C
family members
[/li][li]Mother – Maria Antonio Valley - 32
[/li][li]Father – Zack Alexander Wood -35
[/li][li]Sister – Destiny Rose Wood - 14
[/li][li]Sister – Nadya Jade Wood - 11
[/li][li]Brother – Alex Mitchell Wood - 10
detailed history
Nickole pretty much grew up with the perfect life. She was born on April 22 to Maria Antonio Valley, a witch from Brazil, and Zack Wood. She lived in a fairly large house with her parents and her siblings till she was six when her mother decided to leave. There didn’t seem to be an apparent reason besides the fact that she got bored with them all and wanted to go back to Brazil. Her father Zack, after that, was all they ever needed. And when he had to work late at his shop and couldn’t be with them, she would take care of the things at the house. She didn’t much care for the task but somebody need to do it and well there father did as best as possible.
As she grew up she would see her mother occasionally, when she came back to Europe to sell some new clothing line she had made, but they weren’t on very good terms so there wasn’t much communication. She got along well with her father for the most part but as the years went on she tried his patients more and more. She deliberately tested the boundaries he set and caused as many problems as he did when he was a kid. He seemed to worry about her the most out of the children even though she was probably the most independent of them all and could take care of herself.
When her father was a work during the day, and she didn’t go with him, she was shoved off on some relative until she was old enough that she could take care of the little ones herself. She never minded going to her relatives though since this is where she learned a lot about magic. Even though she wasn’t supposed to practice it till she got into school, it never stopped her. She was practicing spells before she was the age of 9 and usually the ones she tested it on were her younger cousins or siblings. Though they didn’t seem to mind too much because she always made sure to be nice to them and play with them so they wouldn’t get her into trouble too often.
When she turned 11 her letter came from Hogwarts saying she was accepted there. She danced around the kitchen for a full hour screaming “I’m going to Hogwarts.” before her sister finally got her calmed down, one of the few people that she would actually listen too. When she arrived at Hogwarts she was sorted into Ravenclaw, which surprised everyone a bit since they were sure she would be in Gryffindor, because that’s where her whole family had been. But she didn’t mind much she liked the house and made a ton of friends with her quirky personality and not all of them were Ravenclaw. She attended all of her classes, and excelled in all most all of them achieving either O’s or E’s in all of them and of course pretty much flipped the school upside down with all the pranks she played though somehow she hadn’t ever been kicked out.
Y O U R DARK S I D E
Nickole lay on her sixth year bunk, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her arms propping up her head. There was nothing interesting on the ceiling really, she was just staring at it, in a complete trance. It was complete silence in the room, like she had found out it would forever be when you woke up at 5:30 in the morning. The early morning chill that seeped in through the walls caused her to wear a thick set of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt to bed. Shifting in her bed she turned her head to gaze at the clock nearby. It would take another thirty minutes for it to go off. She had woken up early, but not because of an eagerness to learn. Rather it was the simple thing that she was always an early waker, even though she was also a night owl. Rubbing her face she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting them dangle for a scant second before scooting even closer to the edge so that her feet would touch the floor with twin thumps. Hefting herself to her feet she went around her bed and opened the trunk. Rummaging through it she pulled out her clothes for the day: dark blue jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt, blue and silver sweater vest, blue tie with Ravenclaw raven tie pin, and her black and blue robes, not to mention her choice of footwear. Everyone in her dorm continued to sleep while the young raven got dressed for the day. She had been back at Hogwarts for a couple of weeks now. Yawning she rubbed at her face before pulling first her jeans on, then her long-sleeved shirt, the tie, the sweater vest, then her robes. Last of all she pulled on her Hebridean Black dragon hide boots.
Once she was dressed she grabbed her wand which she always sleep with under her pillow -- just in case -- and shoved it in her pocket. She also grabbed her messenger type bag filled with her books, ink bottle, quill, and notebook. She headed down the stairs, still with about fifteen minutes left before the alarm clock was set to go off. She did not bother turning it off, merely because she knew that when they all came flying out of their beds looking around for the annoying sound it would be hilarious; she only whished she would be their to see it. But it was a much better idea to be out of the way when she played this sort of joke since 5 jolted awake 6th year girls was not a safe thing to be around in the morning. She suppressed a chuckle at the very idea while she climbed down the steps after leaving the common room. She headed to the Great Hall, where she had a nice breakfast consisting of bacon (the floppy not crunchy kind), sausage, pancakes, and a few slices of apples and peaches. After that she checked her schedule. First order of business... She got up from the table, which only had a couple of people occupying it, then headed to the exit of the Great Hall.
Her mind was fixated on getting to class. This involved trekking up a couple of flights of stairs in order to get to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was an easy feat for her. Getting to a classroom that was say, in one of the towers? Now that was harder. But this was cake. Nickole found the classroom easily enough, as she already knew where it was. As she entered her emerald eyes glanced around the room taking in even the tiniest detail. Being that she was the first person here her favorite spot was still open. She reached the seat situated in the last row though right in the center and plopped her messenger down next to her seat as her buns found the chair. Her booted feet found themselves perched on the top of her chosen desk, while her hands clasped themselves behind her head. She looked like she owned the classroom as she sat there. Her gaze tilted upward to look at the ceiling. Just like the ceiling in the dorm room, there was nothing interesting there; she wondered what someone would do if she decide to decorate it. She could have been reading her text book, but nah thinking of how she would have made the ceiling more intriguing was far more interesting. As she thought her emerald eyes slowly closed and she seemed to have fallen asleep, but rather she was just relaxing.
Once she was dressed she grabbed her wand which she always sleep with under her pillow -- just in case -- and shoved it in her pocket. She also grabbed her messenger type bag filled with her books, ink bottle, quill, and notebook. She headed down the stairs, still with about fifteen minutes left before the alarm clock was set to go off. She did not bother turning it off, merely because she knew that when they all came flying out of their beds looking around for the annoying sound it would be hilarious; she only whished she would be their to see it. But it was a much better idea to be out of the way when she played this sort of joke since 5 jolted awake 6th year girls was not a safe thing to be around in the morning. She suppressed a chuckle at the very idea while she climbed down the steps after leaving the common room. She headed to the Great Hall, where she had a nice breakfast consisting of bacon (the floppy not crunchy kind), sausage, pancakes, and a few slices of apples and peaches. After that she checked her schedule. First order of business... She got up from the table, which only had a couple of people occupying it, then headed to the exit of the Great Hall.
Her mind was fixated on getting to class. This involved trekking up a couple of flights of stairs in order to get to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was an easy feat for her. Getting to a classroom that was say, in one of the towers? Now that was harder. But this was cake. Nickole found the classroom easily enough, as she already knew where it was. As she entered her emerald eyes glanced around the room taking in even the tiniest detail. Being that she was the first person here her favorite spot was still open. She reached the seat situated in the last row though right in the center and plopped her messenger down next to her seat as her buns found the chair. Her booted feet found themselves perched on the top of her chosen desk, while her hands clasped themselves behind her head. She looked like she owned the classroom as she sat there. Her gaze tilted upward to look at the ceiling. Just like the ceiling in the dorm room, there was nothing interesting there; she wondered what someone would do if she decide to decorate it. She could have been reading her text book, but nah thinking of how she would have made the ceiling more intriguing was far more interesting. As she thought her emerald eyes slowly closed and she seemed to have fallen asleep, but rather she was just relaxing.
