AVERY, rachel hope

[ray]

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rachel hurd-wood as rachel hope avery

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full name; rachel hope avery
nick names; ray, bubblehead
age; 15
year; 5th
sexuality; straight
blood status; pure

wand; Unicorn Hair, Yew, 9 Inches
pet; --
broom; nimbus 2000
house; slytherin


hair; brunette
eyes; blue
height; 5ft5
weight; 135lbs
build; slim, slender and feminine
distingushing features; thick lips, upward nose

style;
Ray is a brunette, with long and straight hair. The legnth goes right down her back, just above her bottom. It's never worn up, but is never the same every day. It would have a simple accessory to make herself look more feminine. For example, wearing a colourful headband, or a little flower hair clip in her hair. On special occasions, she would experiment with her hair, and have it curly. She suits both straight and curly, but prefers straight. Her eyes are a dark grey colour, the same as her mother's. She is fairly tanned, from enjoying the sun so often and always seen outside when the sun appeared.

She is 5ft3, the average height for a girl of her age. She has a slim figure, and shows it proudly with her chosen clothing. She is a very feminine teenager, and loves dressing up. She is never seen wearing the same outfit twice. School uniform is a thing that Ray dislikes to wear, but adds her own personal touch to it. She wears the normal school skirts, and high knee legnth socks, and for shoes, she wears sneakers, that are part of the dress code, black but a little less boring. Instead of loose shirst, Ray wears ones that fit her slim figure, and won't normally wear a jumper over her shirt. Her tie is worn loosely, not tightly up at her neck, particularly because she doesnt botton her shirt right up to the neck.

Her father had restricted peircings and tattoo's to a mimimum. Ray had been offered a chance to get a tattoo, but has a fear of needles. Instead, she had her ears pierced three times on each ear. She always wears earrings in atleast one of her peircings, one on each ear.



likes; magic, music, pixies, bright colors, anyone who's nice to her, night skies, black lake, sunsets
dislikes; gryffindors, rose weasley, harry potter, dark colors, rats, muggles, alcohol
strengths; non-verbal spells, dueling, sword-fighting, imagination
weaknesses; family, jealousy, forgetful


patronus; songbird
mirror of ersid; to be accepted
boggart; not accepted

name at least three personality traits;
Ray is bubbly, caring, lovable, out-going, brave and trustoworthy. She knows who her friends are, and will stand by them with every once of stregnth. She will be nice to almost anyone, even if she doesn't know who this person is. She'd start a conversation even with member of the opposite side, unless she knew what that person was. It's perfect Chemistry. If someone's nice to her, she'll be nice back, but if someone's unkind to her, she'll do the responsibe thing and just walk away, unless her jealousy gets the better of her.

Ray is also, quick to judge, oblivious, and a little competitive and can get carried away if she is pushed too hard. She would fight back, and not let anyone walk over her, but if someone were to draw their wand on her, then she's not afraid to do the same and she'd be ready to duel. Her jealousy can control her, and that is the main cause of her short temper. Ray's down side is that she would talk to anyone, even if she had no clue as to who they were. She can be completely clueless, and have a normal conversation with her arch enemy, if they were hiding their face. She causes quite a lot of danger to herself, by being out-going and talkative ans sometimes quite thingyy.

Ray isn't really bothered about muggle-borns or muggles, it was just the way she was brought up. She's only beginning to see now in her fifth year that everyone is equal, and she's quite baffled by why her parents brought her up to hate muggles and muggle-borns alike.



parents; casper and silver avery
siblings; --
other family; --
family pets; --

history;
Ray was born in the country of America, in Tennessee where her father and mother once lived before everything turned for the worst, or the best in their eyes. Ray's parents were warned of the highly dangerous wizards, and were forced to leave their homes, with hardly any money and nowhere else to go. Ray's mother, Silver, had refused to leave her home, not caring weather she died or not, the home she lived in meant the world to her, she'd lived there all her life. And so, Silver made her husband, Casper, and their seventh month old daughter, Ray, to leave without Silver. The family had been torn apart, on the day of the report of the attacks. Casper and Ray had to live in a completely new, and unusual country. Britian. Casper was one of the many refugees that were given pity money, to give them shelter and food. Casper finally got a job as a Muggle Bus Driver, even though he despised working there, it was for the benefit for his only child. He had to keep Ray with him at all times, sharing the driver's seat with him.

As the years passed, Ray was fianlly offered her place at Hogwarts school. She accepted with no hesitation, knowing of her heritage from nights with her father, Casper flicking a stick and sparks of pretty colours coming out the end of his wand. Ray and her father had become very close, but still missed Silver terribly. Ray was more than happy to attend Hogwarts, not only to learn magic, but to live life as a normal child, having friends and school enemies, getting crushes and boyfriends was very exciting for Ray. She was happy to have been placed into the house of Slytherin, because of her heritage, but not very much bothering to which house she was placed into. She turned out to be one of the more popular girls in their year, known as the pretty girl with a tragic past. Ray has many friends, but sometimes enjoys being alone, to reflect on her life so far, and imagening on what the future holds for her.



roleplay sample; Rose wasn't usually up for a fly, but it was a strangely peaceful night and a breeze would be a soothing experience for Rose to finally get some shut-eye. She dragged her old, barely together broom behind her down the fresh green grass that would make her sneeze so hard if she was breathing deeply enough. May was usually the season of introducing lovely weather, but this May was quite different. It was already scorching outside, and Rose and Hugo had been given dozens of owls from their parents to remind them of their sun protection. Of course, Rose would chuck them aside and let Hugo read it aloud. It was always the same questions: How are you settling in? How are your friends? Any new teachers at school? Ecetera, ecetera. It was like a chore to have to reply to them. Lucky for her that Hugo enjoyed writing owls.

She thought about this as she passed around the great black lake that sparkled so beautifully with the sun that was getting lower down to the ground every time Rose glanced at it. Her battered old broom was still being dragged effortlessly behind her and had her wand between her teeth. In her free hand was a small, open book that she was reading. It was a small booklet for basic flying. Lessons were out of the question, no-one had the patience for her, so she'd do it herself. As usual, she wasn't paying attention to the path beneath her feet and was only catching glimpses of the grey rock ground path that lead to the Quiddich Pitch. It was odd to be saying to her friends 'Hey, I'm going out to fly tonight.' because 1) Rose wasn't a fan of Quiddich and 2) Flying wasn't her speciality. But she wasn't hopeless at flying, and maybe it would do her some good to do something a little daring in her life. Rose's hair blew in the small breeze and it fell over her shoulders and down her back. What was left of the disappearing sun blazed in her face, but she merely scrunched up her eyes and looked down.

It was a success, she hadn't looked up from her book once and she didn't fall, collide with anything or go the wrong way. She found herself standing right next to one of the stands that when she looked up it, it seemed like it was towering over her. The feeling wasn't very nice so she shuffled forward into the middle. This little booklet in her hand wasn't helping very much, so she thought it would help by throwing it across the pitch and dropping her broom onto the ground. She wanted to learn how to fly, but wanted to skip the part of learning it. She was doomed.
password; hanging by a thread
other; --
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