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Tweak says, "Captain Jack Harkness."

The Girl Proudfoot (lost_shoe) wrote,
@ 2007-12-06 15:40:00

Name; Kirstina Anasthesia Dawlish-Proudfoot?
Kirstina: Feminine form of Christian. This was the name of a Swedish queen of the 17th century who was interested in the arts and philosophy. She gave up her crown to become a Roman Catholic.
Anasthesia: Condition of having the perception of pain and other sensations blocked.
Dawlish: From the name of a seacoast town in Devon, in the United Kingdom. It is located near Exeter.
Proudfoot: Means "one with a proud step", a nickname for a proud person.
Nicknames; Kirsty
Age; 20, nearly 21 as of Sept ~~35^th~~ 25th</sup>.
Alumna; Hogwarts baby! She was a proud and crazy Gryffindor. She loved the school, spent way too much energy waving around that red and gold flag and cheering at the top of her lungs 'Go Go Gryffindor'. In fact, in the last quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, she lost her voice before the end of the game. One can say she's pretty damn devoted.
Wand; 1. 10 1/4 inches, olive wood with the core of Unicorn tail hair. Olivanders. (Lost during the street fight.) 2. 11 inches, vine with the core of a scale of a mermaid. Olivanders (Lost during the first attack on Diagon Alley) 3. 10.5 inches, hazel wood with the core of a dragon heart string. Gregorovich. (Lost somewhere in her house)
Those born between these two dates also fall under the lesser influence of a secondary tree...the Hazel, whose motto is "To Be The First" or "The Extraordinary." Hazel individuals are charming, undemanding and often extremely understanding...they know how to make a good impression. Hazels are also active fighters for social causes. They are akin to pioneers, but with a competitive mind which can consume much of the Hazel energy. It is important that Hazels do not tire themselves out by trying to remedy too many faulty situations. Being honest and tolerant, with a precise sense of judgment, they are usually popular people, but can make for moody and capricious partners. Those born under the jurisdiction of this tree are said to have been conceived during the shortest or longest nights of the year and the number 9 is said to be particularly lucky for such individuals.

Personality; Personality? Kirsty? As if you need to be told. She's loud, insane, and rather intelligent when she has to be. Don't tell her not to do something because the next second she will be doing it. Adventurous? Of course, if she didn't have a wild streak she wouldn't be an Auror. She thinks she's a super hero out there with her wand and her flowing..robes. OK so she's not really going to be leaping tall buildings in a cape and spandex, that isn't to say she couldn't pull off the spandex look, but she's just a normal witch. Allbeit a witch with braids and the idea that wearing a large puffy skirt with cowboy boots is a good idea. She does have days where she keeps her insanity to a lesser extent, but she isn't one to blend in. Mostly the reason she isn't used on undercover missions, but when necessary she's the type of Auror you want watching your back. Loyal as shit with a temper that you don't want to be on the other end of. She has an accent like no other, after all when your mother is Scottish and your father is a Scouse. Well, you tell me how you are going to talk.
Personal History; Kirsty was born and raised on a tiny farm outside of Liverpool with her mum and dad and well about a hundred sheep. Yes, she was a sheep farmer's daughter, but she loved it. As a baby, her family didn't really know anything was different about her, true little things here and there would happen like the time she just lost her favourite toy one day. No, really, she did. She was holding the little bear, and then it was gone. No one could really explain it. This was of course at the age of four when she didn't even understand it herself.

Years passed, time flew, she sheered sheep. That was all she did, learning the ways of the farm growing up to one day take over the farm. Yeah, she was really excited about that. She hated it, well not hated it, she just didn't see herself settling for a life of stinking sheep and wool up to her eyeballs. But what else was there? She was ten before she noticed she could control these weird things happening around her, but when she ran to her parents to say, 'Hey, my toothbrush is floating in the loo', they usually just looked at her like she was crazy and sent her back to her room.

But at eleven, well everything made sense, or at least somewhat. A letter arrived from Hogwarts, Kirsty was a witch and apparently the first one in the family. She was pretty excited to tell the truth but a little scared because, well she was going to a school with people that knew about this other world their whole life, but she knew she was going to go in there and kick ass. And that's exactly what she did. She flew through classes, true she wasn't the top of her class, she wasn't even really the best at anything just good enough to pass tests. But anything extra? She couldn't be bothered. She did love Quidditch, but she never played. She was the best cheerleader out there and proudly proclaimed herself as a Gryffindor. Kirsty had a group of friends, mostly people that just attached themselves to the outgoing and almost insane short girl who's voice carries across a room like no other.

Fifth year already? She was confused when asked what she wanted to be. Be? Well she was always pretty sure that she was going to end up back on the farm with some crazy new magical way to make the process of sheering go faster, but flipping through all of the pamphlets she landed on the idea of being an Auror. An Auror? The short girl from Gryffindor that coasted through classes? Well of course! Her grades were good enough, McG was all for it, and well, it was settled. Dawlish was going to be an Auror.

Graduation day! Hurray. Her family helped her get a small flat to the east of London, where she wasn't quite used to the whole idea of city life. Getting lost on the Tube was her idea of a fun time for the first month. She did it for her birthday really, had a cake and everything. She brought her friends from school with her too. Soon, her training started and the girl with the long brown hair was never seen again by the light of day. By the end of the first day, she had reorganized the whole of the office and trimmed her hair, she got bored. She just smiled and handed him the files she had organized, brushing off her hair. So, she's a little off beat, so what?

She worked her way through training, slumming with the desk ferns and keeping on her toes for the quills thrown at her from what appeared to be nowhere. She did a good job, went out with a few of the more senior Aurors on a few raids and make it through them. She slept at her desk more often than at home, being stuck on call in case of what can only be considered a coffee emergency and well, she wasn't about to have to apparate in a moments notice. The first in the door and the last to leave, she wasted away in the underground Ministry until the one day that she finally got out of training, last Wednesday.

Appearance; Kirsty, if she let herself, would have rather long, rather plain dark brown hair. Around the shade of burnt espresso if one was to need to compare it to something. Growing up she kept it in braids, twists, ponytails, just about everything to keep it out of her face. Her mum was very proud of her daughter's hair and forced the girl to keep it long and in bows. She hated it but put up with it until she got to school, at which point she burned the bows. Her hair even though she hated the bows and things her mother forced on her has now reverted back to that. She keeps it braided in rather interesting ways but will let it just fall however it goes sometimes, usually when she's fallen asleep on her desk waiting for Moody to leave at night. She's a pretty small girl, work keeps her active and her height puts her in the short category, around five-six on a good day. Five-four on those days that she's slumped over from lack of sleep. She's got a good tan to her, but that is from working outside most of her life, she escaped the pale skin tone of most of the other English natives, something that she's rather excited about. She has her mother's eyes, no she didn't steal them from her they just happened to be dark brown and in that oval shape that most people desire. OK, so sometimes she get's all big eyed and surprised but most of the time her face looks all right. Kirsty isn't a stunner, there isn't any reason to believe she is drop dead gorgeous, but she grows on you. Robes? You have to be kidding, this muggleborn refuses to wear them unless she has too. She rather likes taking down dark wizards in flip flops and tank tops. Kirsty likes to be comfortable and the more she is the better she works.

Occupation; An Auror, just out of training. She works hard even though she ends up most times being stuck on desk or really just reorganizing Moody's files. What can she say? She's into the whole 'saving the world' aspect of the work. She also is a professional quill stealer, having secreted away a good amount from the Longbottoms.

Beliefs about Purity; Growing up as a muggleborn, Kirsty was never really raised to find anything wrong with what she was. In fact, she pretty much just believes in the idea that everyone is equal. She doesn't see what the big idea is behind blood purity, how can you hate someone because of their parents? She didn't make her parents make her magical. It wasn't like a science experiment, so why hate something you can not control?
Chosen Side; War? Bah. What is it good for?

Romantic Status; Taken?
Crushes On; Well, who's to say she doesn't crush on almost everyone in the office? Sirius, Cash, Frank, even Moody at times.
Partner; Cash, well she sexes him and lives with him. If that isn't a realtionship, I don't know what is.

Disclaimer; I'm totes not Nora Caliguri.