Zoey Marie Lockheart

ZOEY MARIE LOCKHEART,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Zoey Marie Lockheart.
( NICKNAMES ) : Mudblood, for being a half blood.
( SEX ) : Female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Half-blood.
( AGE & DOB ) : Sixteen. December 31rst.
( YEAR ) : Sixth.
( HOUSE ) : Hufflepuff.
( CANON? ) : No.
( OCCUPATION ) : Student.
( AFFILIATION ) : Neutral.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual.
( WAND ) :7 inches, dragon heartstring, redwood, nice for Charms work.


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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :
-Boys.
-Owls.
-Pink.
-Dances.
-Charms.
-Watching Quidditch.
( DISLIKES ) :
-Potions.
-Tom Riddle.
-Homework.
-Death eaters.
-Dementors.
( STRENGTHS ) :
-Charms.
-Being romantic.
-Being loyal.
( WEAKNESSES ) :
-Can't stand blood.
-Is not tolerant of pain.
-Fears death.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Mint, sunflowers, freshly mowed grass.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Tom Riddle.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Her best memory had to be when she was eleven years old and got the news that she was in fact half a witch, and the following hour got a letter from Hogwarts. It said that she had been accepted into the school and later that day her wizard father took her to diagon alley and bought her all the supplies she needed... As well as a small white owl.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : The worst memory she has has to be that of her mother dying. It happened when she whined and cried until her mother took her to get this new toy, which she can't even remember what it was used for or called any more.. Nor does it matter. It happened when she was eight, and that day they got into a muggle car crash. She had been in the passenger seat, and had survived. She often wondered what would have happened had she not had to go out to buy that certain toy.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To see her father happy again.
( PERSONALITY ) : She is a kind, sweet girl, with a true heart of gold. She has flaws, that being that she worries too much about little things.. Though she can hold grudges, to most of her house and friends she cannot stay angry for more than five minutes, often ending up with a smile or laughter. When she is happy, you'll see a big smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. Although she has been through a lot, she still finds humor and happiness at Hogwarts.

Whenever you see her you'll know she has been through a lot, and is emotionally strong.. Or so it would seem. But deep down she still feels pain and blames herself for her mothers death. She still wonders what life would be like had she not pushed her mother so far. Though she appears happy, there are times when she goes out to the lake just to cry and be alone.. Though at these times she craves company most. Other than that, she has a somewhat low self esteem and a passion for helping others, even if it costs her her own happiness.


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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Her hair is long, red, and usually worn down over her shoulders with natural curls. She feels it is beautiful hair, though it gets tangled easily and requires lots of brushing.
( EYES ) : She has green eyes that are almond shaped, long eyelashes with a wish that her make up would go better with her eyes.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Her nose is slightly large and broad, her cheeks are narrow, and her chin is slightly round, she is happy with her face.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Of average weight, curvy, weighing about 140 lbs and standing about 5"0 even with some muscles but not much.
( ATTIRE ) : Generally when not at Hogwarts she wears jeans and a tank top in the summer, a sweater and jeans in the winter.
( PLAY-BY ) : Alexina Graham.


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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
James Neal Lockheart, 43, waiter, widowed.
Gretchen Marie Lockheart, 39, deceased.
( SIBLINGS ) : None.
( OTHERS ) : ---
( HISTORY ) : To get to her birth, we must get to her parents and how they met.... Well lets just say her dad was a pureblood Hufflepuff, having attended school and iwith his seventh year about to begin... when his parents decided to take him for a trip to the muggle town of London. When he went he wasn't sure how to dress, so he wore his robes. When he walked into a cafe the whole place started laughing and he wasn't sure why, until he realized that everyone had on a regular shirt and pants and no robes in sight, besides himself. A waitress came over and smiled at him, and asked if she could take his order. Relieved, he asked if she could have lunch with him. Luckily, the waitress got off work fifteen minutes later and agreed.

Thus began a lunch like any other, where he struggled with getting the grasp of muggles, yet tried to impress the girl. Yet she already found him cute, she took him to her apartment and they got to know each other over what he learned was whine... and after a night of passion.. She became pregnant with a child. His parents were furious, and they disowned him. Abandoned, and not sure what to do, he moved in with the waitress and her child slowly growing inside her mommy's belly. He was forced to go back to school for the remaining year, and missed out on most of the first year of parenting. By the time he graduated his daughter was born and had learned to talk and walk.

When he returned he got a job at the same cafe she had worked at, and she decided to be a stay at home mom. Time passed and the child grew up, known now as Zoey. Zoey had no idea she was different, she went to school with regular kids and odd things happened to her, though her parents never told her she was half witch.. Until they saw first hand her light a fire when she got angry one night. Still they didn't tell her, and it was on that day that she whined so much for a new toy that her mother went to drive her to the store.

On the way she got angry about something foolish, being late to get a new toy or something.. and the car started smoking from the engine out of nowhere. Her mother couldn't see the red light and a car plowed into the drivers seat, killing her instantly and knocking out poor Zoey.

When she woke up she was in the car, being dragged out, with her mothers bloody figure laying lifeless.. She cried and yelled for her mother to wake up, asking the police to get her, to save her. Hysterical, she yelled at them "Why won't you save my mommy!"

To which her father took her in his arms, having arrived at the scene, and told her, "Mommy isn't waking up today or any other day, sweetie. She's gone." Crying was the only thing she could do, crying and screaming... Years passed and her magical skills kept coming as she became angry with the world.. Yet she still kept a smile around people other than her family, for it was just too hard to smile around her family knowing, in her mind, she was the reason her mother was dead.

When she got the letter to Hogwarts her dad told her she was a witch, and she went to Diagon alley and picked up supplies. There he bought her an owl, and she knew she loved that little bird named Sky, after her blue eyes. That fall she went to hogwarts and found she was good at charms, and hated potions. She made friends, grew up, and kept to herself. Every year she put on a smile, trying to be the best student possible.. But lately she has been aching for a friend, for more than that really.. For love. Will she ever find the kind of love her parents once had?


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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 ) : Stephanie.
( AGE ) : 23.
( EXPERIENCE ) : About 10 years.
( CONTACT INFO ) : lilgerndt@yahoo.com
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : An ad on support.proboards.com
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : The day was starting out like any other.. Just any other day the sun shined and the forest lay silent still with nights critters still sleeping. It was maybe six in the morning.. But of course, in the forest time did not dictate like it did in the humans; there was no clock, just the ever rolling sun and the ever glowing moon that kept watch over them.. And somewhere above Starclan, for those who still believed in them. But lately Starclan had failed to give guidance and visions, and one young apprentice was beginning to have her doubts about her ancestors. Where were they?

Were they glowing in the stars, somewhere up there preparing a great vision for some lucky cat to interpret? But if that were so, where were the great Starclan when that rogue had assaulted her? Her clan had been busy hunting, this rogue had come in and gone away unseen.. She still had fresh wounds that were healing.. The things he had done to her would make even the strongest mind shudder and send a chill down even some Shadowclan cats spines. Until then life had been good, she had not expected her first romance to be in the form of abuse but it had been.

The fact was was that he had taken her very precious innocence and thrown it to waste. This was something she may never get back, and lately she was just trying to hide long enough to cry.. It was during one of these 'bouts where she had gone to cry and think and cry some more that she figured she was alone. She had been there all night, sleeping by herself.. Actually she had cried herself to sleep and the tears had made stains on her fur, gunk coming from her eyes now. As she woke she pawed it away sleepily, waking to the birds chirping and the sun beginning to rise. Like any day, she was starting it with the hint of a dream... An odd, yet good dream.

It had been about a fellow apprentice, Blazepaw... It had involved them sharing tongues, and it was a pleasurable dream though she didn't understand why. Blazepaw was her friend, surely there was no reason to be dreaming about sharing tongues. Yet the dream was stuck in her mind and a small smile played on her maw, before the reality that she still stunk of the rogue, still was stuck with the horrible fear of him returning came flooding back to her mind.. Before long the dream was forgotten, for now, as the fear drove her to blink away tears.