MEADOWES, dorcas ilse // wip

[dorcas ilse meadowes]

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it's.been.eighteen.days
IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN DAYS SINCE I'D LOOK AT MYSELF
I DON'T WANNA HAVE TO CHANGE IF I DON'T THEN NO ONE WILL
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DORCAS ILSE MEADOWES[/CENTER]

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this.is.me
IS IT MY STATE OF MIND OR IS IT JUST EVERYTHING ELSE
I DON'T WANNA HAVE TO BE HERE I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT NOW
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FULL NAME: Dorcas Ilse Meadowes
NICKNAMES: Dor, Dork, Dorky, Cas, Cassie, etc.
AGE: Seventeen
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
OCCUPATION: n/a
ALLEGIANCE: the Order
WAND TYPE: Cherry blossom bark, twelve inches, phoenix tail feather core

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when.i.look.in.the.mirror
CAUSE IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN DAYS SINCE I FIRST HELD YOU
BUT TO ME IT FEELS JUST LIKE IT FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME
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GENERAL DESCRIPTION: (1+ PARAGRAPHS)

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what.you.don't.see
I'M TRYING HARD TO RE-ARRANGE SOME SAY IT'S THE HARDEST THING TO DO
BUT THAT'S ANOTHER EIGHTEEN DAYS WITHOUT YOU. . .
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LIKES:
Thunderstorms, the moon, dancing, parties, the rain, classic novels, piano music, alcohol, family, parties, winning, competition, friends, dogs, chocolate, tall guys, orchids, the ocean, weddings, being kissed on her neck, reading, masquerades, quidditch players, kissing in the rain, lit fireplaces, summer bonfires, hot chocolate, memorable people, memorable moments, children
DISLIKES:
Cats, death eaters, voldemort, headaches, prejudice, losing games,
bad reputations, complete arrogance, tripping randomly, falling
down the stairs, running into people, stuttering, looking helpless,
acting pathetic, seeming weak, being ignored, being called old,
forgetting things, losing things, feeling stupid, cigarettes, smoking,
disgusting greasy hair, violent people, being left alone, making
mistakes.
GOALS: (2+)
BOGGART: (GREATEST FEAR)
PATRONUS: (BEST MEMORY)
DEMENTOR: (WORST MEMORY)
AMORENTIA: (FAVOURITE SMELLS MAX. 4)
BASIC PERSONALITY:
LOUD:
SWEET:
TELLS IT LIKE IT IS:
REBELLIOUS:
DESTRUCTIVE:
CURIOUS:
SPONTANEOUS:
ROMANTIC:
COURAGEOUS:

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they.are.the.tree
TIME AFTER TIME I'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS
YOU SHOW ME WHAT IT MEANS TO LIVE
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FAMILY MEMBERS:
Camille Kakos-Meadowes | Mother
Augustus Meadowes | Father
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
HOMETOWN: Born n Greece, but raised in Ireland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: England
BIOGRAPHY:
When you go on holiday, you mostly go for the sights, and the culture and the copious amounts of food. You don't go to meet your future husband, or wife, or to get run over by a fish cart and end up in a hospital where you don't know the language, and you stick out like a sore thumb. Seeing as Augustus Meadowes was as normal as any twenty-six year old man, he had none of these things running through his mind. He went to Greece in the summer of 1955 to see lands he had only read about in the books dotting his father's study. The wild haired Irishman hadn't planned on having a near death experience his very first day in a foreign country. Because, you see, Augustus Meadowes was a logical person. He studied maps of the area he was staying, and made sure to know simple phrases, and local customs. He hadn't thought to read up on the hours the crazy eyed fish vendor would stroll along with his cart full of fish heads, or when said crazy eyed fish vendor decided it was a good idea to park his traveling business on the top of a hill, without anything to keep it from rolling down.

The last thing Augustus remembers is a green eyed Greek woman shouting at him with a look of horror. Wham bam, he woke up a day later, one eye swollen shut, and his left leg in a cast. How a rogue fish cart could cause so much harm, no one was able to figure out. As a wizard, Augustus wasn't accustomed to the practices of muggle medicine. Casts were itchy, and sedatives were like the devil himself - working through his system and making his bones feel like lead. Planning to break out of the hospital with a whoop and a psychotic laugh, Augustus had pulled out his wand. "Episkey," - there was an ungodly crack, and Augustus flinched. The only thing he had to do now was get the blasted thing off of his leg. "Ôé êÜíåéòAwards:" The peals of laughter that erupted from the foot of his bed almost made him wet his pants. Greek wasn't a language that Augustus was familiar with - so a blank stare and conspicuously sliding his wand back into the bag at his side would have to suffice. "Ãéáôß Ý÷åôå Ýíá ñáâäßAwards:" The only word that Augustus had been able to make out had been why.

He had shrugged apologetically, and made a gesture that said "I don't know what you're saying, lady." The woman was Camille Kakos - a fair haired girl of twenty four, who thought the man with a long stick protruding from the mouth of his bag, was absolutely fascinating. "Pardon me," Her accent wasn't as heavy as Augustus
anticipated. "I'm Camille." This is where the story turns into a tormented love affair - Augustus was Adam, and Camille was the forbidden fruit. Already engaged to be married - to a different fish vendor nonetheless - the fact that Augustus fell head over heels was flattering; but she could do nothing to reciprocate the feelings. When the two married in 1958, the Kakos family all but threw Augustus off the side of a mountain. Breaking an engagement was unheard of in the Kakos family history. You made a promise, and you stuck with it. Just as Camille's seven siblings had done - she was the exception. The family's shame - but their youngest daughter didn't want to be trapped in a "loveless marriage", when she had someone like the long limbed foreign man whom she loved, and who loved her in return. That, is why Augustus Meadowes' two week holiday in Greece turned into a two year holiday.

It was 1960 when Lisette and Augustine Kakos finally came around to the idea that their beloved baby girl had married someone who was – god forbid – not Greek. All it took was a tiny thing, by the name of Dorcas Renata Meadowes. February wasn’t the ideal time to have a baby in Ireland – when Dorcas was born; it was in her parent’s home, with a door barricaded by solid blocks of snow, and bitter winds that howled like ghouls. You would think that because of this, Dorcas Meadowes wouldn’t exist – but with a father who was a trained Mediwizard, and a mother who spent most of her adolescent life volunteering in tiny hospitals, she was born as easily as any other baby. Any other baby that decided it would be hilarious to come out feet first, and lead her mother to believe she had given life to an octopus instead of a burbling little girl. Miss Meadowes made quite the entrance on that day in February – the eighth day, to be exact – and it would prove to be how she decided to live the rest of her life. She would grow, and learn, and play and laugh just like any other child. Again, any other child that had come out feet first, and had magic running through her veins. With each burst of laughter and each triumphant shriek there would be a hint of magic that came along with it.

Dorcas’ first few signs were like those of many other children – things changing colour and haircuts growing out over night. When the Meadowes abandoned their home in Ireland for life in the bustling city of London, Dorky was not too pleased. It took temper tantrums galore, and lots of biting and scratching before Camille and Augustus were even able to get their pride and joy into one of the scary muggle cars Dorky associated with lake monsters and dinosaurs. Which would explain why the engine all but exploded as soon as she slid across the smooth leather seat, and let her feet dangle over the edges. When it happened, it was like the scenes in those films her Aunt Louise had taken her to see – a smattering of light, and then smoke pluming from under the hood. Dorcas was a fan of getting her way – and if blowing up car engines was the way to get it, then so be it. Leaving her birthplace - literally - for somewhere she had only seen depicted in pictures, and in stolen moments watching the telly at a friend’s house was not part of Dorcas’ plan. In her six year old mind, the world was going to implode. Or an asteroid was going to strike everywhere but Ireland, and she’d end up dead and in the ground because her stupid
parents made her move.

The year was 1970 when she received the coveted letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. It wasn't all that surprising considering the various magical events that had occured in her life. Two years previous to her receiving the letter, her next door neighbor, Tod St. Germaine, called her 'mentally unstable', which resulted in him breaking out in boils all over his otherwise unblemished skin. Dorcas hadn't meant to do it, nor did she know she was able to do it, but he sure had gotten her mad. Though if she was to be honest with herself, when she had started yelling things at him in Greek that even she didn’t quite know the meaning of, she seemed pretty damn mentally unstable. Dorky would later blame it on the many summers spent on the tiny Greek Isle that her mother had been raised with her dear grandparents. Grandparents who weren’t aware of their granddaughter’s ‘affliction’ The day she was sent to school, the Kakos side of Dorcas’ family was told that she was going to a special ladies college in Bristol. Alas, Dorcas was on her way to Hogwarts, awaiting all of the magical - if you’ll excuse the pun - things that she would get to experience. Like all first years, she was to take the trip to the castle in the small rowboats across the lake.

It is Dorcas’ fondest memory of her years at the castle.

Her sorting ceremony was nothing short of, well, short. “A great mind you have - Ravenclaw, perhaps. But no - you have something else about you, don’t youAwards: A bit of courage, a fierce attitude. I know just where to put you.” Dorcas had held her breath and kept her eyes closed while she awaited the verdict. “--GRYFFINDOR!” Unlike her father before her, she was integrated into the house of the lion, instead of the house of the eagle. Describing Dorcas’ years at Hogwarts would be a form of nostalgia - something Dorcas hates. She doesn’t want to be the person sitting around reminiscing, when she could be out doing something great. Her days at Hogwarts were limited to bottles of Gryffindor Courage, piles of Homework, and working her way to her ultimate goal; a spot as an Auror. With fifth year and the seemingly omnipotent OWLs lingering over her head everywhere she went, it was sure to be a horrible year. And she wasn't wrong. Grandpop Kakos died of a sudden heart attack, and Dorcas found herself being deeply attracted to a few boys of her age. Needless to say, her fifth year was full or twists and turns, but she managed to come out of it alright to finally end up where she is today - the beginning of her last year at hogwarts

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behind.the.character
AS MY DAYS FADE TO NIGHT I REMEMER THAT STATE OF MIND
I'M SOARING STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HEAR AND I'LL FLY HIGH
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YOUR NAME: Melissa
RP EXPERIENCE: 4 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: saw your ad on caution
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
ACE COMBATAwards:
RP SAMPLE:

July. The month in which every Weasley [and Potter] went off to
Grandmother Molly's place until the younger ones had to go back
to Hogwarts. It was a tradition in the family, and if you weren't there
you either had to be dieing, or dead. Which explained why even at
twenty-four, Victoire still found herself at the Burrow on July first, in
company of her entire family. Being the oldest Weasley 'kid' meant
that she was the one stuck looking after the younger ones while
the 'adults' either prepared the food or sat around talking. It had
been like this ever since Victoire turned 11 and was found
responsible enough to take of all her cousins.

Though for the first year, this specific detail was no where near
Victoire's mind. Instead, she could only think about everything her
mother had told her not to forget to do once she arrived at the
Burrow. "Mum! I won't forget alrightAwards: I have to tell Gran you, dad,
Dom and Louis won't be there for a while until you finally manage
to convince Louis to come, which might take a while considering he
won't leave his precious, sublime and wonderful bed." she said
imitating her younger brother. Ever since her parents had bought
Louis his new bed a month back, he had plain out refused to go
sleep anywhere else but at home all summer long.

Before her mother could 'remind' her of anything else, Victoire had
turned around and headed up the stairs to her bedroom, where her
suitcases awaited her. Without so much as a glance around,
Victoire took her three suitcases in her arms and hands and headed
back downstairs. As she entered the kitchen, she saw her father
reading the morning's paper - like usual - and her sister, Dominique,
playing around with her food, trying to escape eating it all. "Well,
I'm off. Bye dad," she said giving him a hug, ”and Dom, do try not
to get mum angry before you leave.” she said with a small grin
toward her sister. All her sister did was stick out her tongue, knowing
full well that Victoire was only teasing her. After all, it had always
been Louis who drove their parents nuts.

Victoire made sure she had everything, and with a final shout to her
mum, headed out into the backyard. Their closest neighbours
weren’t for miles, but she wanted to make sure that a random
muggle wasn’t passing by at the precise moment. She visualized
the Burrow’s backyard in her head, spun around on the spot and
disappeared with a loud crack.

The next thing she knew, she was standing in the Burrow's orchard,
not too far from the house itself. She made sure she had
everything, was still in one piece, and then proceeded to walk
toward the house. "Hey Nana!" she said as she opened the door
with slight difficulty. "Victoire honey! I haven't seen you in forever!"
Victoire was slightly taken aback by her grandmother's words. She
had been over just yesterday to help make sure the rooms were
ready. Was her grandmother starting to lose her mindAwards: She decided
to ignore it though, not wanting to spoil anything. "Sure Nana.
Whatever you say." she replied with a smile. She hugged her, gave
her a quick kiss and started heading upstairs to see what had
already happened.

At about midway up the stairs, Victoire suddenly realized that
something wasn't right. The usual smell of the Borrow wasn't as
present here as it usually was. Come to think of it, it wasn't here at
all! Instead, the 'new smell' was quite unpleasant, and there was
some green smoke in the air. Victoire rolled her eyes, with a slight
grin on her face, knowing that it could only mean one thing. Roxy
was here. She continued her way up the stairs, trying her best not to
sniff the smell, and made her way toward the room she always got
stuck sharing with her sister and whoever was a Muggle at the
place. Louis usually roomed with the boys, and all her other female
cousins shared a room. Lucky them. Victoire put all her bags on the
top bunk, and instead of unpacking -like she should have been- she
quickly made her way across the hallway toward the girl's room.

Before she had a chance to enter it though, she heard shouts from
the next room. The one voice that she heard the most was easily
identifiable as Hugo's. He was fighting with someone. About...a top
bunkAwards: Victoire tried her best not to laugh. Every year it was always
the same fight that happened between Hugo and Albus. Hugo
wanted the top bunk, but it had always been Al's and the two fought
together for it. Albus always ended up winning. She shook her head
slightly before finally opening the door and looking at only two
girls. Lily and Rose. Though she did notice that Alexis' things were
on her bed. "Hey Lily, Rose." she said with a smile.