FINNIGAN, saphira michelle

[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] saphira michelle finnigan

NICKNAMES: saphire, mic, finnigan

AGE: seventeen

D.O.B.: february fourteenth

ALLEGIANCE: the order

HOUSE: gryffindor

WAND TYPE: mahogany wood, runespoor fang core, eleven and one fourth of an inch. best for those who deal with dark magic.

CANON OR ORIGINAL: canon <3

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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[/B] dirty blonde / brown

EYE COLOUR: stormy blue, sometimes gray

HEIGHT: five feet five and half inches

WEIGHT: one hundred and fourteen pounds

BODY TYPE: slim / slender, a hint of an athletic tone

VOICE: saphira has a serene, bell like voice.

PERSONAL STYLE: she's got an intriguing fashion sense, outside the hogwarts dress code. she wears jeans, shorts, dresses, tank tops, t-shirts, button up's, you name it, she wears it. it depends not only on the weather, but also on her mood.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: saphira has long brown tresses. depending on the day and her mood it can either be found in a ponytail, falling straight -past her shoulders, in a bob, curled, or some other sort of design. she's a tall girl, with long limbs, her legs "go on for miles" and her fashion sense tends to add to this factor. she's got a contagious laugh, and bright, radiant smile. she's got pearly white teeth, and isn't afraid of smiling. she's got laugh lines, though they aren't that prominant yet. she's been told she's easy going and fun to be around. she's the type of person to see her glass as half full, and doesn't let anything get her down. she likes spending time with her girl friends, trying on new clothes, and going shopping. she's like any other girl, just not as self-centered or ignorant.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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[/B] strawberries, milk chocolate, the smell of vanilla, the way the fresh rainfall smells, snow, believing in the impossible, proving people wrong, my heritage as a halfblood, the muggle side of things, sleeping all day, my outgoing nature as a person, my uncanny ability to run like the wind, my hardworking manner, my strange little mannerisms, my ability to never give up, laughing in the face of danger, taking everything as it comes, looking at the positive things in life, being organized and prepared for anything, never judging people based on rumors, giving second chances, facing everything head on, quidditch, st. mungo's healers, thunder storms, blizzards, black outs, cinnoman, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, the three broomsticks, honeyduke's sweet shop, and a bunch of other stuff that i feel the need not to mention, because we'd be here all day

CHARACTER DISLIKES: sleet and hail, the dark lord, judgemental people, gossip and rumors, forgetting important dates or events, feeling worthless, being of no use in a duel, being unable to protect my family and friends, letting down my parents, shaming the family name, the unknown, spiders, snakes, clowns, bats, divinations class, corrupt men in the government, death eaters, discrimination and racism, feeling unloved or unloveable, losing quidditch matches, the house rivalries, nightmares, not being able to run fast enough, cursing, fighting or arguing, confrontation, physical violence, verbal violence, war, dark chocolate, acid pops, and several other things

GOALS: become a healer, study abroad - so to speak - in france, settle down, start a family of her own, overcome her fear of small spaces.

BOGGART: 1. dying prematurely - i've got so much to live for, i'm only seventeen, my life is just beginning. 2. losing my family - in other words having any one of them die, i'm always afraid of losing my parents. 3. dementors - they make you relive the absolute worst part of your past, who wants to relive it every time a dementor comes calling? besides they suck all of the happiness out of a person and can even administer 'the kiss' i'd really rather like to keep my soul, thank you very much

PATRONUS: white swan, my favorite memory would definitely have to be the day that i learned how to fly. i do believe my father first taught me. i was about ten, and i'd always wanted to try it, secretly. well one day i finally just told him about it, after all i knew all about quidditch and things, and i'd wanted to be on the house team my second year. so, he taught me. flying, it's the best feeling in the entire world, it's just...well relaxing. i absolutely love it and i doubt i could ever have another memory so great, unless of course i saved someone's life. seeing as my real passion is healing.

DEMENTOR: well my worst memory would have to be the time that i broke my arm. it was during my adventurous days when i liked climbing trees and jumping over walls. you see, i was flying around the quidditch pitch, attempting to show off, well not really show off, seeing as there really wasn't anyone there, but just see what i cold actually do. and well, i don't know what happened, one minute i was flying about, and the next i was crashing into one of those large hoops that the chasers usually throw their balls through. it all happened so fast, i mean i hit the large piece of metal and my broom seemed to keep going while i hung, haphazardly from the goal post. it was only minutes, or maybe it was seconds later my i slipped, falling from that high distance and landing with a rather hard thump on the ground below. i broke several things, but i'd say my arm was the most prominent. it really freaked me out. it was just terrible.

AMORENTIA: cotton candy, fresh parchment, newly cut grass, and peppermint.

BASIC PERSONALITY: sweet, forgiving, strong-willed, honest, patient, selfless, humorous, cheeful, worldly, energetic.

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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[/B] seamus finnigan - half-blood

MOTHER: padma patil - padma patil - pureblood

BROTHER(S): ---- finnigan - eighteen - hufflepuff
---- finnigan - fifteen - ravenclaw

SISTER(S): ---- finnigan - sixteen - slytherin

OTHER: not available

BLOOD STATUS: half-blood

HOMETOWN: london, england

CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts & london

BIOGRAPHY: the birth: saphira michelle finnigan was born on february fourteenth, also known as valentine's day. she was a six pound four ounce sized baby, perfectly healthy, and she was released from the hospital in due time. she went home to a happy family, a mother, a father, and an older brother. just a year older than herself, but she was quite the misbehaved kid. she was always screaming and crying, always wanting to be held, wanting attention, needing it, you could say as a child she was an attention whore. though the want and desire to be in the spotlight was short lived. at the young age of one she became calm, sleeping through the night, walking about on her own, the whole shebang. she allowed her parents free time, time to acknowledge each other and love each other and deal with other priorities, like her younger sister, and soon after, her younger brother. and even her older brother. she was no longer a fan of the attention.

age seven: four years passed quickly and she found herself lulling into an anti-social sort of stage. no longer willing to speak or talk or really spend anytime where she might be the center of attention. finding it all a little overwhelming, all the expectations all of the failed attempts to please others, it just wasn't her thing. it was also at this time that she discovered her magical ability. she accidentally tranfigured a stuffed duck into a pretty swan, a toy she'd been wanting for ages. she was seven, so really, go figure. she likes sleeping with stuffed animals, or she had. and yeah, it was kind of lame, but hey, she was seven, her magical ability has improved drastically since then. just saying. ahah.

age eleven: this is the time in her life when she found that being social was not all bad. she was accepted into hogwarts and while riding the hogwarts express she was forced to sit with a group of kids her age. together they were pretty epic, easily talking most of the way to hogwarts, once they got past the initial shyness of the situation. she found that speaking was not so hard, and it was easy to do. she was easily sociable as she found out, having tested it on several occasions. she meshes well with everyone, finding similarities in everything, whether it be about music or nature or anything really. she adjusts her topics accordingly. though sometimes she uses lame lines like 'what about that weather' and other corny things when her mind shuts down. this is also the time she learned she was placed in hufflepuff and rather great at transfiguration.

age fifteen and sixteen: this was the time that she had to begin taking her studies seriously, finding that her owl's were that year. she studied hard and practiced hard and managed to ace her exams, receiving several outstandings, exceeds expectations, and a single acceptable. she would move onto become a healer, as she'd always dreamed. the following year she'd hoped to have things slow down and just relax a little. but her professors encouraged her to get a head start on her newt's by practicing and studying hard now. of course, being saphira, it's hard to say no to anyone. don't mistake her for a complete pushover though. she does the things that are best for her, and although she may appear meak, she is a lion at heart. she has a personality suit for a hufflepuff, but the heart of a gryffindor, and when in trouble, she uses her quick wit and undying bravery to get herself out of a bad situation. mess with her friends, tease her, or anything of the like, and she'll show you a side of her that no one see's.

the here and now: she's currently in her seventh, and last year, and she finds it to be her most frustrating year. she went from o.w.l.'s to studying hardcore for her n.e.w.t.'s, and now that it's that time she doesn't really know how she feels about this entire ordeal. and by that, she merely means that she's not sure how she feels about graduating. sure, she aspires to be a healer, but she's just not sure if things will be okay when she graduates. if her life will go anywhere. she wants to visit france, and work as a healer there, and learn their practices and things, but she's just not sure if she'll be okay. well not really that she'll be okay, but well it's complicated. she has an eerie feeling dwelling in the pit of her stomach. it scares her, but well, maybe it's nothing.

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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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[/B] kaitie

RP EXPERIENCE: seven years

HOW YOU FOUND US: ad hopping <3

OTHER CHARACTERS: celeste johanna helard

RP SAMPLE:

how long had it been? how many seconds, minutes, hours, days had she spent locked away? had it been days, weeks, or months? god she could not answer that question without hesitation. she had relapsed, and pretty badly. the memories of the past, the ones she'd been repressing for nearly eight months came back and struck her violently. the memories, the nightmares had her screaming herself awake, had her thrashing about her bed, as if she were literally fighting off an attacker. but no, there was no one there, there were never rough hands man handling her and taking advantage of her frail and weak figure. she was never attacked, never broken. yet night after night she found herself meeting her nemesis, trying to fight him, trying to keep him from using her, and yet, she could not. muggle drugs worked on her as they did any other human. and again, she was hurt, and ripped apart from the seams. she felt weak and useless, and she was. she never did herself any good, yet the memories that had once been reality haunted her. like a festering cut that just would not heal. she picked at it over and over again, and she was practically useless to stop herself from doing it. her dorm mates were not a fan of her tantrums, yet she was powerless to stop them. for a stretch of time she looked into those power hungry eyes, and watched as that man took pleasure from beating her and bruising her. she watched his excitment as he tortured her mercilessly. she could see the joy he received from her, and she was unable to stop him. unable to stop him from taking her, over and over again. however, those memories were not her most prominent. no the worst memory she suffered from was the one in which she killed him. jeremiah, her stepfather. the man needed to pay for his crimes, needed to pay for the sick and twisted things he did to her. so one day she took matters into her own hands. she pretended to sleep as he snuck into her bedroom, and as he was about to inject her with his special medicine, which he promised would her feel good, but really only paralyzed her, she managed to dodge it, and a scuffle followed, they fought for control of that little syringe, and finally, she managed to plunge it into his chest, and push in the that little knob, she watched as the medication slowly disappeared. after that, when he was motionless, and an expression of pure fear was frozen on his face, she reached for the knife.

the blade was hidden beneath her pillow, and as she clenched it in both hands she whispered goodbye, and began to stab the man who had stolen her innocence, and her life. she screamed bloody murder as his blood splattered her white dress. she stayed there, knife stuck in the man's chest, his blue eyes frozen on her, the same eyes that were now haunting her. that dream had been the worst and it was that dream that had her moving now. she nearly fell out of her bed in her hast to get out, she threw clothes haphazardly from her trunk and tossed on a simple white dress, perhaps it was not the best thing to throw on at the moment, but it was simple and easy and she was in a real hurry. she raced for the door, and found herself running full speed down that winding staircase. her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she reached the commons, her head spun and she felt faint, but she pushed herself on. ignoring all of the aching pain in her chest, because there was a bigger and far more greater pain that threatened to torment her should she stop moving. if she let it catch up, she thought it might be the end of her. this was a night that she needed trelan, at least with him, this pain could not catch her. but he was probably safely tucked away in his dorm, probably passed out, and celeste did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him about her problems. she'd told trelan many things about herself, but the one thing she never told him was the fact that her step father had raped her, and she'd also never told him that she had been the one to kill him. she made it out of the portrait hole and kept running, she felt as though she were running in circles, or boxes, depending on how you'd like to look at it. but the grand staircase was horrible on her. she hit the rails several times and nearly toppled over once as it moved. once she nearly ran right off of the landing, seeing as the staircase moved mere seconds before she reached it. by the time she reached the entrance hall her lungs burned sickeningly, and they screamed for oxygen, her breath came to fast, and it hurt to inhale. just like her leg muscles screamed in agony as she continued to push her body, continued to force herself to run. perhaps it was wrong of her, but she was trying to preserve herself. keep herself alive, and she was positive that if the pain she felt inside ever washed over her she would never resurface.

celeste pushed her way out of the castle, uncaring of the professors and prefects on duty, she would never let them catch her, not without having to run for their lives anyway. she would not stop, surely she would not. she tripped and stumbled several times in her haste to leave the castle and it's magically protected grounds, she rushed to leave that magnificent castle behind. not only was it her home, it was her prison. the cold night air whipped around her, stinging her exposed skin with a crisp burn, and it only added to the other pains. she pushed them to the back of her mind, unable to focus on them, she was trying to reach the gates, once outside them she could apparate. she found herself running down now, the climb wasn't too steep, yet if she lost balance once she would undoubtably fall, and roll, and break something, but in her time of need her balance did not fail her. she managed to make it safely down, and she threw out her arms, in order to push the gates open, and lucky for her, it was open just a crack, which was enough for her. the gate moved, not without reluctance, but it gave leiway, and finally opened enough for her to get through. she felt free the moment the gate gave way, and as she turned she focused on london and that beauitful tower that seemed to rise high above the city. she felt like she were being sucked through a tube, and her body felt compressed, her ragged breathing increased, and the pain in her chest was magified by a thousand as she was pressed further and further together. then in the next second she was standing before the tower she'd imagined mere moments ago. she stood disoriented for a moment, but within ten seconds she regained control of herself and she found herself running again. she threw open that small wooden door and pounded her way up those stairs. with each step she took her calves burned in protest, and her lungs screamed for mercy. her legs shook, and her heart threatened to give out, but she pushed on, unwilling to give up. unwilling to stop. she rounded those stairs so fast her head spun and she closed her eyes. her foot missed a single step, and she found herself falling, she managed to catch herself, before she literally hurt herself. the moment shocked her and had her paralyzed, and after two minutes, she finally let go, took a deep, acheing breath, and started running again. step after step after step. god, how much further? no less than a minute later she reached the top and she threw herself at the door, stumbling into the room as the door gave way. she raced for the edge of the tower. throwing out her arms horazontally to catch herself at the doorway leading out. she swung forward and snapped back as her arms hit the frame. her chest rose and fell so quickly she thought her heart might burst through her ribs. she could not catch her breath, and as she stood, unmoving, she felt the pain and fear mixing, while creeping steadily closer to her, the realization of what was coming overwhelming her, causing her to nearly hyperventilate.

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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