GABLE, claire lindy

[CLAIRE LINDY GABLE]

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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,

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something to get off my chest
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CLAIRE LINDY GABLE[/center]

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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,

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need something that i can confess
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[/B] Claire Gable

NICKNAMES: -

AGE: 17

D.O.B.: November 6th

WAND TYPE: Mermaid hair, Kaya wood, 11 inches

HOUSE: Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff

SPECIAL ABILITIES: -

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original

PLAY-BY: Emily DiDonato

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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] Chocolate Brown

EYE COLOUR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5 feet, seven inches.

WEIGHT: 110 lbs.

PERSONAL STYLE: Claire's style has developed quite drastically over her years here. She has gone from mismatched socks to an elegant, sophisticated young lady. Her wardrobe reflects who she is nicely. She enjoys lace and floral patterns, but doesn't over do it. She dislikes a lot of jewelery and accessory, believing that simplicity is the right way to go.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Claire inherited her father's hair color and her mother's full lips. She's a pretty girl, though she doesn't flaunt herself in front of everyone. She's just hitting her growth spurt and now stands at 5 feet and seven inches and she's still growing. She has long legs, striking eyes and a porcelain complexion.

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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,

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i've been on the brink, so
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» Music
» School
» Dueling
» Reading
» Quidditch
» Learning
» Males
» Winning
» Pleasing everyone
» Magic

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
» Losing
» Disappointing her parents
» A lot of attention
» Large bodies of water
» Sea creatures
» Falling in love
» Distractions
» PDA
» Mushrooms
» Bugs

GOALS: Follow in her father's political ways.

BOGGART: Mermaids

PATRONUS: Passing her OWLS with extraordinary marks.

DEMENTOR: Being disqualified from the tournament.

AMORTENTIA:
» Coffee
» Lavender
» Mint
» Fresh parchment

BASIC PERSONALITY:
» Talented
» Power hungry
» Feminist
» Intelligent
» Caring
» Ambitious
» Exciting
» Alluring
» Defeated
» Detailed
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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] Half-blood

FATHER: Lawrence Clark Gable. Politician.

MOTHER: Gabrielle Sophia Quinn. Model.

BROTHER(S): Rufio -- Gable. 16, student.

SISTER(S): None

OTHER: Hamilton and Walker children, all cousins.

HOMETOWN: Chelsea

CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Bishops Avenue in East Finchley, North London.

BIOGRAPHY:
Claire Lindy Gable was born on November 6th, 2006. It was a rainy Monday, but the baby girl brought a new ray of sunshine to the Gable's. She weighed 6 pounds and 2 onces, a healthy baby from the get go. She had inherited her father's brown hairr and dimples and her mother's big blue eyes and full lips. One look at Larry and Brielle and anyone could tell that this baby had hit the genetic jackpot. Even though she was born in Chelsea, less than a week later, her parents took her back to London where they were living. By this time, Lawrence was part of the International Confederation of Wizards a sub-division of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, within the Ministry. He had always been interested in politics and his job supported his family and living expenses.

Claire was in no way a spoiled child, though Lawrence tried to give her everything she ever wanted. She grew up in a modest town home in central London, because Larry's job was close. When she was a year and a half, her brother Rufio Gable was born. The two kids were close, people often confused them for twins. It wasn't strange, Rufio had been a larger kid from his birth and Claire was just so small and thin.

When Claire turned seven, Larry had managed to build up from his career and was appointed the highest seat in the International Confederation of Wizards. The whole family moved from their small town home into a mansion in The Bishops Avenue in East Finchley, North London. Though she was surrounded by the wealthiest muggles and wizards in her community, Claire managed to keep herself humble.

When she was enrolled in Hogwarts, her parents expected her to befriend people, but she found it hard to do so. Most of her classmates thought her to be different because she always had her head stuck in a book and didn't socialize much. She didn't mind, though, she was talented and she knew it. She didn't need to be popular to reach the top and she's willing to do just about anything to follow in her father's political footsteps.

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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] Steph

CHATBOX NAME:

RP EXPERIENCE: 10 years.

HOW YOU FOUND US: Former member.

OTHER CHARACTERS: None.

RP SAMPLE:

Anya was just trying to have fun! She was still celebrating the Puddlemere win against the Wasps, even though that had been a few weeks prior to this night. She had been unable to make that team after party and was now making up for lost time, by herself. The drinking had begun after that evening's practice, she had said goodbye to her teammates and while the rest probably went to rest, she'd gone up to her suite and got ready to go out. In less than an hour, Anya was walking around London. She took the fresh air in and enjoyed the peace and quite of the muggle world. Every so often, however, she would notice someone staring and pointing at her, obviously they were not part of this world either.

She decided to go into a pub, to avoid any witches outside. It was very unlike her to deny giving someone an autograph or a picture, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with fans. All she needed was to relax and the pub was perfect.

To make a long story short..... After having a few drinks, or many, and getting hit on by some wizard who had recognized her, and then a few other drinks and I imagine there was a fight somewhere in the mix. Some bad names were called and Anya pulled out her wand, throwing curses at the muggle. She ran out of the pub. Now, Anya was usually able to hold her liquor like no other, but something was off with her. She was wobbly and she looked like a complete mess, she couldn't even make out what time it was, though it was probably a little after two in the morning.

Not even a minute later, she had been taken into custody by a couple of Aurors that just happened to be around. Man, her publicist was going to be pissed in the morning. She was brought into a small interrogation room and sat there for about fifteen minutes before someone came in.

Anya didn't realize it had been her long-time lover, Sherrod Marlon Mcready (just kidding!). But seriously, Anya didn't recognize the man at first, all she saw was the cup of water in front of her. Her hand reached for it and then she drank it as fast as she could. By now, her mouth was dry and her eyes were red from exhaustion. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair as she listened to Sherrod.

“You could be in a lot of trouble, Anya. We didn’t apprehend you to this room because of the drinking, it’s because of one of your teammates, Terrance Stover. We found him dead this morning. Broke his neck on a pretty steep fall from his broom. And I guess this whole arrest thing… It doesn’t help you very much.”

She slowly shook her head, not understanding, "Terrance? What... that a**hole is dead?"

That would also explain why he had been missing from practice. Which brings me to this irrelevant point; if he was a bad player and missed practice, wouldn't he be like fired long ago?

“But the public intoxication, the magic in front of Muggles, I can probably talk them out of that for you… If you want to get a drink with me after this.”

She finally looked at him straight in the face and it hit her; he was the Hit Wizard trainee that had stopped a murder or something. He had been a familiar face while she worked at the Ministry, but back then, she only thought of him as a weakling who would amount to nothing.

"[Foop] this is going to be all over the press in a couple of hours won't it?... Also, are you trying to blackmail me into having a drink? Isn't that against your code of ethics or something?"

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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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