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Post by MANDY LOUISE DORIAN on Feb 11, 2011 10:17:12 GMT -5
 "What's wrong? While they're busy doing their little impressions, I'm miles from home with a fish who can't even remember her name. " - MERLIN
NAME: Mandy Louise Dorian
NICKNAMES: Dory
AGE: Twenty Two
BIRTHDAY: March fifteenth
ORIENTATION: Straight
NATIONALITY: Fantasian
OCCUPATION: Artist
PLAYED BY: Mona Johannesson
DISNEY: Finding Nemo - Dory
USER GROUP: Sidekick
PERSONALITY !
OPTIMISTIC! Not many would see optimism as a good trait to have in a chracter, but dory is full of it. Her childlike innocence has her trusting in things that could happen, and never having been a cynic, she rarely worries about the consequences of her actions if they turned out different from the way she expected. Dory is a 'glass-half-full' type of person, who's faith has her believing in greater miracles. She's quite charismatic as well, so people around her get caught up in her optimism, of her view of life, of her insistence that things could only get better. Dory is not one to give up, and she remains persistent in her goals to this day.
FORGETFUL! Short-term memory loss runs in the family, and dory is no exception - she can hardly remember what she had for breakfast earlier that day, or what she set out to do when she left home. She also has an acute case of attention deficiency disorder, making it hard for her to focus on anything for longer than five seconds. Most people find it quite a bit too much to deal with, but those that stick around for the long term find that she recognizes them over time and, like the true piscean that she is, she remains loyal to those that stuck around with her, even when she was making things difficult by forgetting who they were mere seconds after they'd just told her.
INTUITIVE! Surprisingly, dory is rather intuitive - she appears almost to feel her way through life, rather than live. She understands what is unsaid, and can sense when something is off - maybe she's just hyper sensitive, but people learn to trust her judgment, because despite being forgetful and coming about as childish because of her trusting nature, she's spot on right most of the time. Its another one of her many talents, apart from being bilingual and empathetic. Dory's the perfect friend to have, because she'd willingly be the shoulder to cry on, and not only that, she understands people instinctively, and urges them on to do better, be better, because hey - optimism all the way, right?
QUIRKS: highly sociable, gooftastic, forgetful, sunny point of view, amazing sense of humor, efficiently makes people around her laugh, caring.
LIKES: Children, making people happy, optimism, shoe-shopping, trusting, adventure, the unknown, goofing around, changes, midnight, cold, dancing in the rain, the unexpected, surprises, people, parties, patience, faith.
DISLIKES: Being alone, despair, gray skies, storms, spiders, black and whites ( she likes color ), people who are cruel to kids, misunderstandings, deceit, olives.
HISTORY ! After her parents first miscarriage, they were reluctant to try again to have another baby, but as it happened, two months after the miscarriage, they found they had another baby on the way. It threw the parents into a flurry of anxiety as they feared another miscarriage, but thankfully the pregnancy went without a hitch and eight and a half months later, out popped a little blue-eyed, bald little baby girl. They named her mandy, after her grandmother, but like her father before her, her surname was used to refer to her. She was called dory - dory jr - around home, and pretty soon that's how everyone else referred to her, too. No one could remember her first name, and no one would know she'd been named mandy if it weren't for the birth certificates.
Dory's childhood was a little different from most - for one thing, her mother didn't remember when she left dory in the shower, and as such incidents became more frequently occuring, her father - who was not plagued by memory loss like her mother's family - had to hire a babysitter to watch her. She was their only child, because her father decided that after dory, he couldn't risk another baby - he didn't think his wife could handle it well. Dory had nearly drowned in the bathtub twice in her life, after all. As it was, dory became a great swimmer from a young age - she loved water, she loved being in it, and when ever she found herself in the salty ocean, it was heaven to her.
Most children didn't understand dory's condition once she was introduced into school, and she was a victim of bullying during her school days. This didn't bother her much, because she couldn't remember it anyway. She made a few friends during her school years, but they all drifted - and relationships? Dory was never inclined to be in one. At twenty two, she hasn't even kissed anyone, she's just a child at heart, making life better for those around her. Dory is a ruthless survivor who lives happy, not because she'd found a happy bubble to live in, but because she sees beauty in reality.
SAMPLE !
Lola almost expected to see a blue moon hanging in the sky when she found herself waking up with a smile. But there was no such unnatural phenomena in the sky - on the contrary, the sun hung high in the air, just as it did every mid-afternoon, and it was safe to assume that nothing had changed. But to Lola, the day felt crisp, fresh, beckoning her outside with a vigor that had been absent in months, may hap years. For the first time in a long while, Lola felt, for the lack of a better world, better. She couldn't exactly place a finger on what had changed, all she knew was that something was different today. It must have been the dream she had been having as she slept. Lola tried to recall the details, but it was like trying to hold water in her hand - the harder she tried, the more effortlessly the details slipped away, till she could only remember that it had been good, wonderful even.
The dream, whilst remaining elusive, did propel her spirits higher, and Lola found herself humming a tune as she prepared for the day. It was over a breakfast of bacon and eggs that she felt the whim to go shopping - and it was impossible to resist the urge when the thought had formulated itself in her mind. Picking up her bag from the table by her bedside, leaving behind an unfinished breakfast, she turned on the spot, Apparating. It had only been an year ago that she got her Apparating license, and she had been delighted to find how much she loved it - it had become her preferred mode of transport. Apart from the flying lessons she had taken on her first year at Hogwarts, Lola had never been on a broomstick, and though she was an avid Quidditch supporter, she had never played the sport itself. To her, broomsticks were uncomfortable, and she admired the people who could sit on a thin peice of wood wedged between their legs. At the same time, she also pitied them, because it appeared to her that they would be in great discomfort.
One of her favorite subjects at Hogwarts had been History of Magic, because she delighted in knowing little tidbits of facts and trivia about the Wizarding World. One such trivia she had come across whilst doing research for the homework set by her History of Magic teacher had been discovering that once upon a time, before the invention of broomsticks, there had been witches who flew in enchanted cauldrons. For some reason, this amused her, and she knew that it was something she would try out one day, if the possibility existed that she wouldn't be cursed out of the sky. With the war taking place, it was impossible to be a little bit frivolous - her father and his Death Eater friends had made sure of that.
Death Eaters. The mere mention of the title made her feel queesy. As she paid for the book she was purchasing at Flourish and Blotts, she tapped her fingers attentively on the counter, her eyes distant, looking through the dusty window at the crowded street. People pushed past each other, eager to get their shopping done before the sun set, and Lola found herself smiling at a little kid clasping firmly onto her mother's hand, as they navigated the busy street. Lola loved kids. They were such innocent little creatures, oblivious to the reality of the harsh, cruel world around them. Kids were one of Lola's weaknesses. As the child vanished from view, her eyes looked over at the faces of the people on the street - how many of them were Death Eaters, posing a threat to such kids as that? She felt a stab of anger at the people who called themselves the servants of Lord Voldemort - they were a cruel, sadistic breed. For the life of her, she could not understand why people chose to walk that path. But she had long faced the truth that there were many things she could not understand, and why people became a Death Eater would be one of them. Surely, no one was born that twisted?
"Here, madam." the man at the counter handed her her purchases, and giving him a smile, she ventured out of the shop. She could smell the faint scent of approaching dusk in the air, as she headed in towards the Leaky Cauldron, her mind made up to have a drink before she Apparated home. In the midst of the crowd, she felt safe, secure, even though it was foolish to. If anyone wanted to hurt her, they could, easily. It was one of the things she disliked about herself, how she let people use her. She was somehow unable to defend herself when she most needed to, and she loathed herself for the chances it granted to those wishing to inflict pain on her. Surely, it must be a sin to be a woman.
Settling down at a table near the bar, it was then that she became aware that she was being watched. She didn't let on that she felt the tingling on the back of her neck as she felt his eyes boring in to, but to make a haste move might jeopardize her chances of escape from.. whoever it was that was scrutinizing her. Shifting her head so that her hair covered the side of her face, she ordered a Firewhiskey for herself, hoping that by the time it arrived, whoever it was that was looking at her would go away. But her luck played out different, and she was forced to face the fact that someone was finding her very interesting to look at, indeed. It was inevitable that she turn around and face him. She cast her eyes towards him, hoping the intensity of her gaze would send him the message, but was surprised to find that her stalker was a young man, in his twenties, by the looks of him, and oh dear god, he was beautiful. She looked away when she found herself unable to look into those eyes without a blush creeping into her cheeks, even though she could not understand why she should feel abashed - he should be the one looking away, having been caught in the act of staring.
She was never one to jump to conclusions, which is why she didn't assume he must be a bad egg to treat a lady with such unashamed scrutiny. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that his eyes hadn't left her, and feeling a sigh breathe through her lips, she stood, moving towards him. Maybe he was ill, and he couldn't speak, and he was begging her with his eyes to help him? No, his eyes weren't begging, they looked as though they couldn't help it - it was the way someone would look at an abnormality, knowing it was rude to stare, but being unable to help it. She detected a slight fear in his eyes, too. Self-consciously, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, trying to smile through her jittery nerves as she asked, "Um, can I help you with something?"
ABOUT YOU!
OHHAITHUR, I'M MANDY AND I'M A PRETTY WONDERFUL PERSON. I'M SIXTEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH PROBOARDS SUPPORT. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS FINDING NEMO
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Post by . TINKER EM on Feb 11, 2011 17:10:57 GMT -5
Hi there! So I know its a big pain in the butt but we are kind of strict here about having the apps in proper capitalization. Please fix this! c: Love her so far!
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