CELANDINE, anthea calli

[ANTHEA CALLI CELANDINE]

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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,

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something to get off my chest
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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,

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need something that i can confess
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[/B] Anthea Calli Celandine. Her fathers are both florists and mildly obsessed with flora. Anthea is a Greek word, meaning blossom. Calli meaning from the forest.

NICKNAMES: Anth, Ant, Antsy, Calli, Calla. Anthea rarely minds the names people come up with. As long as they say it with a smile, really. A rather peculiar nickname that caught on is Mad Hatter.

AGE: Sixteen.

D.O.B.: December Twenty Fifth.

WAND TYPE: Anth's wand is eleven inches. Not too big or too small and perfect for her grip. It was made from the wood of an apple tree, complementing her imaginative and good nature. A unicorn hair lies within its core. Although this wand has taken a lot of damage to it since it first met its owner, it's a wand just the same; and no other wand could possibly do Anthea as much justice as this one.

HOUSE: Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: None. Unless you'd be willing to take a preeminent love for Herbology into account. Not to mention her excessive hat making.

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original.

PLAY-BY: Astrid Berges-Frisbey.

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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,

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from all the truth that i've said
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[/B] Anthea's hair is a deep shade of brown. Some days it may look black, other days maybe even red. It depends on its exposure to the light, really.

EYE COLOUR: Her eyes are hazel. Anth sometimes speaks of her eyes as a fishbowl. Defecating fish lurking around in algae infested waters. Fortunately, they're a lot more ravishing than her description, so her modesty is ignored.

HEIGHT: A little over five feet tall.

WEIGHT: Accompanying her altitude is a small frame. Anth weighs exactly one hundred and six pounds.

PERSONAL STYLE: For one thing, Anthea does a good job at avoiding pain when it comes to clothing. She trades in tailored skirts and corsets for loose fitted sweaters and kitschy scarves. Anth isn't one for high, pointed shoes. She frowns upon shoes in general, actually. In fact, you'd most likely spot her roaming around barefooted. Something about the feeling of the earth under her feet that keeps her at ease. Another peculiar taste of Anth's are hats in strange forms. Badger hats, snow hats, fuzzy earmuffs, she'll wear anything.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Her quirky behavior may do well in keeping people at bay, but her face sure doesn't. Anthea is a beautiful young girl, like so many of the students at Hogwarts. Her dark hair cascades down her back, the very tips prickling her lower back. Her best qualities are her eyes, probing and somewhat large, and her lips, depicting the mouth of an innocent child. When her lips part, a set of pearly white teeth are clearly visible. They're well looked after, of course - years of braces owe this pleasure. Her posture is outstanding; she sits up straight and would only dare slouch if the situation demanded it. Or if she was far too lost in her thoughts to remember her manners.

Anthea's hands are always clean and smooth to the touch. However, on some days, they'd flake with dried mud and plant manner would find their way under her neatly clipped fingernails. Scabs and scars can be found on her legs, as well as her elbows, from falling and crashing into various objects.

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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,

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i've been on the brink, so
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[/B] Weird dreams, Spinning, Rabbits (her favourite animal), Chocolate cupcakes (she eats one a day), Muggle music, Herbology, Muggle literature, House Elves, Laughter, Bright colours, Frosting, Illustrations, Alice in Wonderland (her favourite book of all), Riddles, Hugs, Asking questions, Turkey, Mud, Routines, Fruit cake, Mince pies, Father Christmas, Holding hands, Enchanted objects, Badgers, Hats, Knitted gloves, Her cat, Pumpkin pie, Pastries, Random acts of kindness, Dancing, Rain, Spring (her favourite season), Christmas (also her birthday), Insects, Bandages, Quiddich matches, Pistachio flavoured ice cream, Astronomy, People.

CHARACTER DISLIKES: Loud noises, Falling, Shoes, Being alone, The colour black, Violence, Swear words, Smoke, Fire, Candlelight, Forgetting things, Autumn (her least favourite season), Tight clothing, Potions, Dust, Sweets that never wear off, The smell of polish, Peeves the Poltergeist, The dark (she's afraid of it), The Forbidden Forest, Stomping noises, Not having a mother, Being followed, Vomit flavoured Beans, People who try to harm her friends, Snakes, The idea of evil, Lemons, Tripping, Slamming into things, Getting hurt in general.

GOALS: Anthea wants to become a Herbology professor some day. If all else fails, she wants to become a healer at St. Mungos.

BOGGART: Dementors. She fears her Patronus wouldn't be nearly as powerful as it should and eventually having her soul sucked out of her. She likes her soul and would very much like to keep it.

PATRONUS: Her Patronus takes on the form of a white rabbit. The memory that spawns it is her first Herbology lesson with professor Longbottom. She knew then and there what she wanted to do and enjoyed every second of it. Also, she finally found something she excelled in.

DEMENTOR: Her first flying lesson. Anthea lost control of her broom and flew off, clear of the pitch. She crashed her broom into the Whomping Willow and took a few massive blows. She managed to crawl up to the bark of the tree and waited until she was found. It took a lot of effort to retract her from her safe spot, but eventually she found herself in the Hospital Wing with a broken leg, a cracked rib, a broken arm and a few good broken fingers.

AMORTENTIA: Baked goods (specifically cupcakes), The of rain when it first hits the grass, Chocolate and other things she can't make out.

BASIC PERSONALITY: Limitless, Lighthearted, Enthusiastic, Easily frightened, Encouraging, Polite, Orderly, Impulsive, Sincere, Forgetful.

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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,

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it's like we're chasing all those stars
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[/B] Muggle-born.

FATHER: Klaas Xavier Celandine, 42, Florist, Muggle. Matheaus Oliver Pilksy, 36, Florist, Muggle.

MOTHER: Anth is the daughter to a gay couple. Her mother was a surrogate whom she never had the pleasure of meeting.

BROTHER(S): None.

SISTER(S): None.

OTHER: Her kitten, Hop. Anthea loves her kitten, but is constantly transforming her into various other animals. Rabbits specifically.

HOMETOWN: Urlingham, England.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hoggy Warty Hogwarts. Teachussomethingplease.

BIOGRAPHY: It is safe to say that not a moment of Anthea's life had been a normal one, even as a muggle. She was born, a cheerful Christmas morning in a small ward in the Gracie Lou Hospital found just on the outskirts of Urlingham. Anth was a bashful baby, held for a brief moment in the arms of a woman she'd never see again. Anthea's mother was a kind and generous woman, who always put others first. Of course, Anth never had the opportunity to figure this out for herself. You see, Anthea's real parents, the two who took her home not long after her birth, couldn't have children. Klaas Celandine and Matheaus Pilksy were life partners in search of a baby, and with months and months of longing, a kind surrogate granted their wish.

Growing up without a mother hadn't been easy for Anthea, even more so due to bullying. People were cruel to her, not able to understand why she couldn't have a mother like normal children did and they wanted to break her. Those who really knew her knew that, even at the youngest age, Anthea didn't care too much. She loved her fathers just the same and, to her, their family couldn't have been better. However, there were many times where a woman would have been greatly appreciated. Puberty, for one.

At the ripe age of eleven, Anthea was thrust from one stranger lifestyle to another by means of a letter that had landed in her breakfast. It was debatable whether the letter was sincere or if the chocolate milk spilled on it created an illusion of some sort. But no matter how many times the letter was read, the message remained as it was. Anthea was a witch and had been accepted into a school for witchcraft and wizardry. It took a few decent months and many more letters to prove that it hadn't been a joke; and when her parents finally overcame their shock, they rushed her to a place called Diagon Alley. Once her supplies were taken care of, the time came for Anthea to leave. She said goodbye and boarded the Hogwarts Express, truly convinced the whole thing had been one magnificent dream.

Upon her arrival, Anth was sorted into a house named Hufflepuff. A field of yellow and black applauded her as she sat at their table and, at that moment, she knew she was home. The first year is always the most difficult and many events proved this. One event being Anthea's near fatal crash and encounter with the Whomping Willow.

The years after that seemed to flow on gracefully. She'd made friends and had ambitions no muggle father of hers would have ever expected from their daughter. Hogwarts is an utmost magical experience and not a day goes by where Anthea isn't fascinated with something or someone new.



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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,

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all the problems that we could solve
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[/B] Kayleigh.

CHATANGO NAME: (:

RP EXPERIENCE: A year, I think.

HOW YOU FOUND US: I forgot. Because I fail.

OTHER CHARACTERS: None.

RP SAMPLE:

as a young child, and like most others, emma never knew the significance of money. her family was a wealthy family in adelaide and it seemed, back then, that whatever she asked her parents for, she'd get. fortunately enough, this never really got to her head. instead, emma assumed all people lived as she did. her naivety soon took a turn for the worst in seventh grade, where she'd been given a research assignment on the slumps of australia. apart from being intrigued and fascinated, she was for the most part sickened. a lot of the lifestyle she had seen was unlike anything she'd ever seen before and as soon as the guilt overwhelmed her, emma promised herself she wouldn't let her family's wealth get the best of her. the short and short of it was, to skip the dull biography, she worked her arse off for everything she got. which brought her here today; working her sods off at a not too quaint toy store in massachusetts.

like the town, 'harry's toy den' wasn't as small as she'd hoped. each shelf had been arrayed from top to bottom with toy cars, robots, play-dough, plushies and everything else imaginable when it came to children's play things. it was her personal heaven. apart from the children that tried their level best to turn it into her living hell. whether or not it was something in the water, emma found the hampton children to be... well, dashing. they had a charm of their own and some certainly had the language to match.

her daydreaming had been interrupted by the sudden outrage of eleven year olds cruising around the store at full speed. "u-uhm," emma choked, adjusting her name tag and stepping out from behind the counter. "excuse me." she sang sweetly, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. she'd never been one for conducting a room and it was moments like this one that made her question why she'd taken the job in the first place. these children clearly weren't listening and her voice couldn't possibly get any louder. "s-sorry," she called out. fortunately enough, the boys had finished their fun and seemed to be making their way out of the store. emma wiped her hand over her forward, trying not to seem too happy. of course, her luck was as crap as usual. in the midst of their departure, a boy had gotten hold of a shelf and succeeded in knocking it over. emma flinched as the tiny boxes of troll babies crashed to the floor. oh, great shit.

pulling her hair up into a disheveled bun, emma stepped over the boxes, tucked her skirt between her legs and kneeled to the ground. she had been so distracted with gathering the boxes together, she barely noticed the door opening, welcoming a new customer. emma slid her fingertips under the shelf, readying herself to lift it up before she caught a glance of someone towering over her. slowly, she turned her gaze until her eyes met those of the customer. shit, this day couldn't possibly get any worse.

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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,

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so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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