Post by Kit Swing on Jul 13, 2008 14:57:05 GMT 5
General Information:
First Name: Kaitlin (Kit)
Last Name: Swing
Heritage: Half blood
Nationality: Part French, English, and Russian
Spoken Languages: English
Place of Birth: London
Age/Date of Birth: 12/November 5th
Position: Student
Approved Special Features: None
Looks:
Eyes: Kit has brown eyes that tend to stare off into the distance more often than not. She has a slight astigmatism but no glasses were ever prescribed to correct it.
Hair: She has short, fluffy brown hair that is cut in an almost boyish fashion. It has a habit of sticking up in the most unattractive ways.
Height: She is 5 foot 5 inches and is very comfortable with her height. She feels it gives her enough room to wear heels, if needed, without looking too strange.
General Appearance: Kit quite often looks very frumpy. Her clothes just always manage to look like she slept in them the previous night or they just belong to someone else that happens to be just one size bigger. She isn’t disturbingly skinny, yet she isn’t obese, either. She has an average weight.
Dressing Style: Kit has a very modest, yet strange, fashion. She feels the modest bit balances out her personality. She never seems to wear clothes that are built for warm temperatures, despite what season it is. Lover of scarves, hats, and gloves, she often finds herself looking for shade.
Personality:
General Character Traits: Kit thinks a lot. Some would call it day dreaming, others would call it odd. Forget the box. She thinks outside of the circle. She is an extremely imaginative and creative person. It is very hard to find her bored. It’s very hard to be bored with a mind like Kit’s when everything has the possibility to amuse her. It’s also equally hard not to find her smiling, if not faintly.
She isn’t exactly the smartest person you’d meet. Her grades are usually average, or the slightest above, but never the ones belonging to someone you’d consider a potential tutor. If she finds something interesting in the subject, however, she goes after it like a fiend.
Some might say she is slightly naive, but she really is not. Kit just sees things in a different perspective. The man in the movie killed nine people? She’d most likely imagine him having a childhood in which he was unloved and neglected, and the killing is the only way to get attention from his parents. Perhaps he’s not very original. She is extremely friendly. The type of person that was never told by her parents to not talk to strangers. To her, everyone can be considered a potential friend upon meeting them. Kit is one to believe in "If I'm nice to them, they should be nice back". She is also quite manipulative and can’t help it. If there is the possibility to have someone else to something for her, she’ll take it. And possibly make it up to them in the future.
She is a horribly clumsy character. At times, if she concentrates, she can be graceful. This, however, is only on a very rare occasion. She is also a master at getting lost, which is one of the reasons why she always makes sure she has someone go with her in an area she doesn’t know. Her clumsiness also follows through with how she works and plans. If she decides to through a surprise birthday part for someone, she wont be able to go near them in fear of asking if they were free on their birthday for “no reason”. Plainly put, she is not good at hiding.
Likes: Sweets, Photography, Cold Things, Shady Places, Tea, Thinking
Dislikes: Non-Copers, Swimming, Hot Weather, Falling, Not Understanding Something, Planning Things
Habits/Mannerisms: Falling, Laughing/Itching When Nervous, Speaking Without Thinking First
Strengths: People are often very surprised by her fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Mild bribes, Animals
Personal History:
Spouse: None
Children: Feels a need to have them in the future.
Parents: Elle Petalle and Theodore Swing
Siblings: None
Background Story: Her mother, Elle Petalle, at the age of twenty-one, received a friendly invitation from an aunt and uncle in England to temporarily live with them. Thinking it a fantastic chance to further her photography career, she moved from her small home in France to England. A short while after her arrival, she met Theodore Swing. His home address was never exactly known, but he was seen every now and then during his usual lunchtime walks. After three years of an interesting friendship with Theo, Elle's aunt died of pneumonia, leaving her alone with her depressingly numb uncle. Theodore started visiting the house in an effort to cheer up her uncle, for over the years he had taken a liking to him. Her uncle eventually let Theodore move into the house with them. Elle and Theodore became inseparable. It wasn't long before Elle became aware she was pregnant with Kit and Theo admitted to his being a wizard, thinking it the right move. Elle loved it and hoped that their child would grow to have his magical genes. Unfortunately, Theo died before the two were married and Kit was born, but his ghost still happily lingers with her mother, keeping her company. The baby was named Kaitlin Theodore Swing, much to her father's ghost's dismay. He got over it eventually, though.
Minor Details:
Strong Area of Magic: Charms and Divination
Weak Area of Magic: Potions and History
Wand: 13 inches, Beech, Essence of Pixie Hair
Are You A Native English Speaker?: Yes.
RP response:
Ringing. Something was tapping and it was very annoying. Kit opened her eyes to the dim lighting of the room. It wasn’t very bright but it stung her eyes none the less; light tends to do that in the morning. Ringing. It was coming from the top of her dresser. Not wanting to walk the short yet horribly long distance to the other side of the room, Kit took her pillow and chucked it in that general direction. Miss. Another noise joined the room, then. It was a tapping. After a few seconds, her mother gave up and skipped straight to opening the door in a nervous hurry.
“Dress. Dress now,” she said, moving her arms a little for emphasis, “Late, you know. You’ll be late and things will be very upsetting.” She tended to repeat things sometimes when anxiety kicked in. Giving out the best unintelligent, mumbled good morning that she could, she rolled out of bed and put on the clothes her mother had picked out. And she had had so much fun picking them out, too. “Modest wallflower or I’m-so-hip-my-face-shoots-out-of-my-pelvis, do you think?” she remembered and turned off the alarm clock with a repulsed expression.
“I hate my alarm clock. I don’t know how it can be so unbelievably chipper in the morning,” Kit said.
“Then I like it,” her mother replied, “Quickly now. Can’t you go any faster?”
After packing the few bags she had in the back of the car, she said goodbye to her father’s ghostly projection. He'd said how he wanted to escort her like a normal father to the station, but that was quite obviously a bad idea. Her mother had given him a lecture the previous night about how he couldn’t come along. He gave her the well wishes at the door. They drove to the station through the morning traffic, her mother drumming with her fingers the entire way. Drive, stop. Drive, stop. Arriving was the easy part. It was actually getting onto the platform that confused them both. Kit’s father had said nothing about any tricks they had to do or anything of the sort. Either he’d forgotten. . or he’d forgotten. “Isn’t there a manual for this or something?” she said as her mother looked at every person with a trolley. “I thought more people would have owls! Where are all the owls!” her mother complained.
First Name: Kaitlin (Kit)
Last Name: Swing
Heritage: Half blood
Nationality: Part French, English, and Russian
Spoken Languages: English
Place of Birth: London
Age/Date of Birth: 12/November 5th
Position: Student
Approved Special Features: None
Looks:
Eyes: Kit has brown eyes that tend to stare off into the distance more often than not. She has a slight astigmatism but no glasses were ever prescribed to correct it.
Hair: She has short, fluffy brown hair that is cut in an almost boyish fashion. It has a habit of sticking up in the most unattractive ways.
Height: She is 5 foot 5 inches and is very comfortable with her height. She feels it gives her enough room to wear heels, if needed, without looking too strange.
General Appearance: Kit quite often looks very frumpy. Her clothes just always manage to look like she slept in them the previous night or they just belong to someone else that happens to be just one size bigger. She isn’t disturbingly skinny, yet she isn’t obese, either. She has an average weight.
Dressing Style: Kit has a very modest, yet strange, fashion. She feels the modest bit balances out her personality. She never seems to wear clothes that are built for warm temperatures, despite what season it is. Lover of scarves, hats, and gloves, she often finds herself looking for shade.
Personality:
General Character Traits: Kit thinks a lot. Some would call it day dreaming, others would call it odd. Forget the box. She thinks outside of the circle. She is an extremely imaginative and creative person. It is very hard to find her bored. It’s very hard to be bored with a mind like Kit’s when everything has the possibility to amuse her. It’s also equally hard not to find her smiling, if not faintly.
She isn’t exactly the smartest person you’d meet. Her grades are usually average, or the slightest above, but never the ones belonging to someone you’d consider a potential tutor. If she finds something interesting in the subject, however, she goes after it like a fiend.
Some might say she is slightly naive, but she really is not. Kit just sees things in a different perspective. The man in the movie killed nine people? She’d most likely imagine him having a childhood in which he was unloved and neglected, and the killing is the only way to get attention from his parents. Perhaps he’s not very original. She is extremely friendly. The type of person that was never told by her parents to not talk to strangers. To her, everyone can be considered a potential friend upon meeting them. Kit is one to believe in "If I'm nice to them, they should be nice back". She is also quite manipulative and can’t help it. If there is the possibility to have someone else to something for her, she’ll take it. And possibly make it up to them in the future.
She is a horribly clumsy character. At times, if she concentrates, she can be graceful. This, however, is only on a very rare occasion. She is also a master at getting lost, which is one of the reasons why she always makes sure she has someone go with her in an area she doesn’t know. Her clumsiness also follows through with how she works and plans. If she decides to through a surprise birthday part for someone, she wont be able to go near them in fear of asking if they were free on their birthday for “no reason”. Plainly put, she is not good at hiding.
Likes: Sweets, Photography, Cold Things, Shady Places, Tea, Thinking
Dislikes: Non-Copers, Swimming, Hot Weather, Falling, Not Understanding Something, Planning Things
Habits/Mannerisms: Falling, Laughing/Itching When Nervous, Speaking Without Thinking First
Strengths: People are often very surprised by her fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Mild bribes, Animals
Personal History:
Spouse: None
Children: Feels a need to have them in the future.
Parents: Elle Petalle and Theodore Swing
Siblings: None
Background Story: Her mother, Elle Petalle, at the age of twenty-one, received a friendly invitation from an aunt and uncle in England to temporarily live with them. Thinking it a fantastic chance to further her photography career, she moved from her small home in France to England. A short while after her arrival, she met Theodore Swing. His home address was never exactly known, but he was seen every now and then during his usual lunchtime walks. After three years of an interesting friendship with Theo, Elle's aunt died of pneumonia, leaving her alone with her depressingly numb uncle. Theodore started visiting the house in an effort to cheer up her uncle, for over the years he had taken a liking to him. Her uncle eventually let Theodore move into the house with them. Elle and Theodore became inseparable. It wasn't long before Elle became aware she was pregnant with Kit and Theo admitted to his being a wizard, thinking it the right move. Elle loved it and hoped that their child would grow to have his magical genes. Unfortunately, Theo died before the two were married and Kit was born, but his ghost still happily lingers with her mother, keeping her company. The baby was named Kaitlin Theodore Swing, much to her father's ghost's dismay. He got over it eventually, though.
Minor Details:
Strong Area of Magic: Charms and Divination
Weak Area of Magic: Potions and History
Wand: 13 inches, Beech, Essence of Pixie Hair
Are You A Native English Speaker?: Yes.
RP response:
Ringing. Something was tapping and it was very annoying. Kit opened her eyes to the dim lighting of the room. It wasn’t very bright but it stung her eyes none the less; light tends to do that in the morning. Ringing. It was coming from the top of her dresser. Not wanting to walk the short yet horribly long distance to the other side of the room, Kit took her pillow and chucked it in that general direction. Miss. Another noise joined the room, then. It was a tapping. After a few seconds, her mother gave up and skipped straight to opening the door in a nervous hurry.
“Dress. Dress now,” she said, moving her arms a little for emphasis, “Late, you know. You’ll be late and things will be very upsetting.” She tended to repeat things sometimes when anxiety kicked in. Giving out the best unintelligent, mumbled good morning that she could, she rolled out of bed and put on the clothes her mother had picked out. And she had had so much fun picking them out, too. “Modest wallflower or I’m-so-hip-my-face-shoots-out-of-my-pelvis, do you think?” she remembered and turned off the alarm clock with a repulsed expression.
“I hate my alarm clock. I don’t know how it can be so unbelievably chipper in the morning,” Kit said.
“Then I like it,” her mother replied, “Quickly now. Can’t you go any faster?”
After packing the few bags she had in the back of the car, she said goodbye to her father’s ghostly projection. He'd said how he wanted to escort her like a normal father to the station, but that was quite obviously a bad idea. Her mother had given him a lecture the previous night about how he couldn’t come along. He gave her the well wishes at the door. They drove to the station through the morning traffic, her mother drumming with her fingers the entire way. Drive, stop. Drive, stop. Arriving was the easy part. It was actually getting onto the platform that confused them both. Kit’s father had said nothing about any tricks they had to do or anything of the sort. Either he’d forgotten. . or he’d forgotten. “Isn’t there a manual for this or something?” she said as her mother looked at every person with a trolley. “I thought more people would have owls! Where are all the owls!” her mother complained.
