EAGAN, Elspeth May (WIP)

ELSPETH MAY EAGAN ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Elspeth May Eagan
( NICKNAMES ) : Elsie (friends and family)
( SEX ) : female
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) : 24 - May 14, 1952
( YEAR ) :
( HOUSE ) : Hufflepuff Alumni
( CANON? ) : nope
( OCCUPATION ) : healer at St. Mungo's; 4th floor - Spell Damage
( AFFILIATION ) : neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : 11 inches, unicorn hair, vine wood

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
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( LIKES ) :
Simplicity: Elspeth has never admired those with great riches and extravagant things, for she rarely takes her life and anything that she has for granted as she knows how easily it can be lost. She does not own many artificial items because she does not think she has any great need for them, so Elspeth is very persuasive against the small greedy menace in her mind.
Cats: She has three cats in her flat, Benny, Kira, and Oliver, who she loves like family. She is not a lonely cat lady persay, but she does keep to herself often with her beloved cats.
Saving Lives: Elspeth does all she can to save as many lives as possible when witches and wizards are brought to her in St. Mungo's. Every life she loses hurts her as much as it does the family of the man or woman she is unable to save.
Learning: Elspeth enjoys gaining new knowledge especially if they help her find cures and such so that she can save those in her care. She also likes being intelligent because in her mind, knowledge is power.
( DISLIKES ) :
Shopping: She hates shopping because she hates spending money on things she doesn't need.
( STRENGTHS ) : three or more.
( WEAKNESSES ) : three or more.
( AMORTENTIA ) : no more than four smells go here.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : your character's boggart.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : your character's best memory.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : your character's worst memory.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : your character's deepest desire.
( PERSONALITY ) : please give at least two detailed paragraphs describing your character's overall personality.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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( HAIR ) : Elspeth's hair is of medium length and is blonde with some light brown streaks through it; however, it becomes lighter in the summer months when she is out in the sun more. It is naturally curly and rather unruly, but she often pulls it back into a ponytail or loose bun in order to keep it out of her face. At work, her hair is always up, so it does not get in the way. When she goes out with friends, which is rather unusual for her nowadays since she is so immersed in her work, she normally tries a little harder to work on her hair and make it fall in soft natural-looking waves. Honestly, Elspeth is not very concerned with how her hair looks, for she does not care for appearences as much as she does a person's personality and background.
( EYES ) : Elspeth's eyes are a light blue-green which look blue-gray in lighter areas. They are rather large which add to her often inquisitive expression. Her eyes are almond shaped with long eyelashes that hardly ever have any mascara on them. Of course, her eyes are naturally large, so she looks fine without make-up which she is normally too lazy to put on. Truthfully, she admires her eyes and thinks they are her best feature.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Elspeth has a heart-shaped face with a bit of a stubborn chin. Her nose is long but of normal shape and not too pointy. When she chooses to, she has a wide smile with clean white teeth which accent her small cheekbones. Elspeth has a scar on her left cheek which has faded enough that it is not as visible from far away, only up close would someone see it. She got it about three years ago in an accident while she was a healer-in-training. A patient on her level had somehow received a curse that made her fingernails grow to a point where poison would drip from them. Before the healer in charge of said patient could find a remedy, the patient had escaped and ran into an unsuspecting Elspeth whose cheek was scratched before she had time to think. The poison entered her system, but the healer-in-charge was able to stop it quickly enough to contain it to her cheek and bleed it out. However, the scar still remains much to her displeasure.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Elspeth is rather petite and thin with pale skin. She had long legs and a shorter than average torso for all that she is 5'4." She weighs about 107 pounds, for she often skips meals when working on finding a cure for a patient. She does not have much muscle. Most of it is in her legs from when her father made her take ballet and tap every summer between school years when she was away and throughout the years before she turned 11.
( ATTIRE ) : what they generally wear.
( PLAY-BY ) : Imogen Poots

( PARENTS ) : Horatio Thomas Eagan, 52, lawyer, father, Muggle
Kira May Eagan nee Hart, 47, Ministy worker - Dept. of Magical Law Enforcement - Improper Use of Magic Office, mother, witch (half-blood), DECEASED at age 45
( SIBLINGS ) : Edward Mason Eagan, 21, brother, Ravenclaw alumni, Death Eater, no longer associates with their father, sees Elsie from time to time (this is why Elspeth refuses to choose a side in the oncoming war; however, she does tend to lean towards the Order, but she cannot abadon her brother as her father has)
( OTHERS ) : Aunt Edith Colleen Hart, 49, Squib, sister to Elspeth's mother, Elspeth used to spend summers with Aunt Edith before she started at Hogwarts
( HISTORY ) : your character's history. two paragraphs at the very least.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Lizzi
( AGE ) : 17
( EXPERIENCE ) : 4ish
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : google
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

A small grey rabbit scampered across the front lawn of what remained of the
Lovegood's quirky house. Unaware of the danger of a human with bright,
protuberant eyes regarding it, the rabbit lifted it's small round head and large
ears to pluck a dirigible plum off it's stem. Chewing rather quickly, the animal
swallowed and hopped cautiously, it's ears moving at the slightest sound,
towards the girl with the long, wavy dirty blonde hair. The girl did not blink,
did not speak, did not move her hand to scratch her nose which had begun to
tingle. The curious rabbit sniffed at the girl's dangling hand which twitched
slightly as the rabbit brushed it. The rabbit fled into the nearest bush, afraid
of the brief movement the girl had caused.

Luna Lovegood sighed and laid
down on her stomach in order to observe the rabbit through the bush. Now at eye
level, she saw the rabbit cowering in the bush against one of the remaining
stone walls of the Lovegood house. The grey rabbit practically blended in with
the wall, but he, or she, was perhaps a shade lighter. Unlike most her age, Luna
had the ability to sit still for hours and observe the world around her. She had
a suspended view of humanity at times. And it was times like these that made her
love the beauty and simplicity of nature and all the little creatures often
overlooked. Yes, she was odd as people pointed out all too often, but she
embraced herself for who she was.

Luna slipped her wand out of her sock
and placed it behind her ear. The rabbit made no movement though Luna could tell
it had seen the sudden change in Luna's posture. As slowly as humanly possible,
Luna plucked a too high dirigible plum for a rabbit and placed it about a foot
in front of her on the ground. About ten minutes later, after Luna had succeeded
in not moving or sneezing (much to her displeasure), the rabbit hopped forward
towards her once more. Almost silently, the rabbit ate the dirigible plum, but
Luna was close enough to hear the grinding of small, but strong, teeth. Admiring
the rabbit's dark grey eyes and soft fur, Luna reached out a trembling hand very
slowly, very cautiously. The rabbit turned abruptly, but did not scamper away
into the bush as it had before. Instead, it turned to face Luna once more. The
rabbit hopped to Luna's now still hand, sniffed it, and nudged it in a loving,
sentimental way which made Luna gasp at the emotional strength such a small
creature was capable of. In response to her gasp, the rabbit fled across the
field and down the hill until Luna could see it no more.

Standing up,
Luna brushed herself off and pulled her wand from behind her ear. Thinking of
the happiest memory she could, the day before her mother died tragically, Luna
whispered "Expecto Patronum" and watched as a silver hare erupted from her wand
and hopped around her. Unlike the rabbit, this hare was not afraid of her. The
hare disappeared as her father yelled out to her from the other side of their
ruined home. "I think we can call this a day!" he said. Luna skipped over to
him, humming and marvelling at the progress her dad had made on the left side of
the main level of the house. She saw her dad raise his eyebrows at her side. The
part that should have had the walls raised at the very least. Unfortunately,
Luna had given all her attention to a rabbit who she would probably never see
again. And yet, she felt more accomplished than she would have had she raised a
heavy stone wall with her wand. She had just discovered wild rabbits were
capable of love. And perhaps, they were capable of unconditional love, not just
to fellow rabbits. Perhaps there timidness came from a feeling of not wanting to
be rejected and scared of what would happen if they were. Was she like the
rabbit? She wasn't entirely scared of rejection, she had experienced enough of
it already, but maybe she was scared of loneliness that comes from
rejection...

Xenophilius Lovegood, her father, interupted her thoughts.
"What have you been doing all day?" he demanded, although in his tone she could
detect a slight sign of amusement. "Harvesting twigs for a hat those birdies up
in the tree can nest in while you sit outside and stare at our torn apart
house?" Luna smiled and simply shook her head. She had done that yesterday. Her
father threw up his hands. "Perhaps it's time we go down to the pond and fish
for our dinner then?" Luna nodded, smiling. She loved her father even though
many people did not understand him or even her, but somewhere down the hill,
down a rabbit hole, a small grey rabbit with large ears was relaying his strange
adventure involving a girl with huge eyes and huge hands and long hair. The
world as a rabbit saw it could be quite an very interesting sight to see, Luna
thought as she looked down at her relatively small hands although the rabbit
probably thought them huge. And turning round, she followed her father down a
different hill and into her own rabbit hole of fabricated reality.

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.