First Name: Lucy
Middle Name: Nicole
Last Name: Keates
Birthday: July 22, 1980.
Gender: Female.
Year: 7th.
House: Slytherin.
Birthplace: London.
Residence: London.
Parents: Isabella & Jaden Keates.
Relatives: None, only child.
Pets: Owl named Woodworm.
Blood: Pure.
Age: 17.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Hair Style: Long and wavy naturally.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Skin Tone: Olive.
Nationality: British/French
Height: 5"4
Weight: 110 pounds.
Accent: British & can speak French.
History: Lucy is an only child and she is spoiled rotten. Her parents adored her as a child. It was very hard for them to have one, and when Lucy was born they made sure she had the perfect life. As Lucy grew older, she was only frustrated by this. Her father and mother expected her to be the perfect child, perfect at everything. She was supposed to do well, act well, and impress them and everyone else. Lucy had quite the temper and often threw fits much to her disadvantage. She hated being an only child sometimes, wishing for another brother or sister. Lucy couldn't appreciate the fact that she had to act like something she was not. When she was coming closer to going to Hogwarts, her rebellious nature began to show. She showed her parents no respect, they gave her none. Life now with her parents is okay, but she is quite moody with them. Lucy loves to be spoiled and is very family oriented, but there is only so much she can handle.
Personality: She is very outgoing, rebellious, talkative, moody, and has many flaws. She can tolerate certain people, and others she cannot. She is very picky when it comes to friends and finds herself having trust issues. Overall, she can make friends easily, but keeping them is her issue. Her life motto is keep your friends close, your enemies closer. If you're her friend, she is fun and rebellious around you, constantly thinking of ideas and schemes.
Hates: Liars, backstabbers. She has trust problems with just about everyone and can't handle too much. she also hates any sort of whiny or needy people.
Loves: Attention, feeling like she is appreciated. She also loves being happy in general, keeping her problems to a limit.
Wants: People to be honest with her and to respect her. Also, she wants to have as much attention as possible. & to be successful with her schemes.
Wishes: Her parents would leave her alone about still being the model-child.
Fears: Being stabbed in the back by someone she is close to.
Favourite Color: Forest Green.
Favourite School Subject: Potions.
Favourite Animal: Snakes
Favourite Food: Candy. Bertie's Beans.
Least Favourite Color: Blue.
Least Favourite School Subject: Transfiguration.
Least Favourite Animal: Rats.
Least Favourite Food: Vomit Flavored Beans.
Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring.
Wand Wood: Oak.
Wand Length: 10 inch.
Wand Movement: Flexible/Fast.
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: Good in darker spells, Lucy is a little slow remembering her spells.
Special Talents (If Any): None.
Special Possessions (If Any): None.
Sample Post: (Post at least two paragraphs.)
Lucy entered the common room and stepped towards the window, glancing out. The snow was coming down very hard, which she was pretty happy about. She took her hand and tucked a long piece of her hair behind her ear. Christmas was in two days, she was glad that she wasn't going home. Lucy made up some pathetic excuse just to stay in Hogwarts, she was in no mood to see her father. Her father and her had been in quite the fight lately, over how she was performing in school and getting detention frequently. Lucy liked to cause problems; it was in her nature.
She glanced at the couch behind her and stepped over to it, sitting down. Hearing footsteps from the stairs, she prayed that it was someone she could handle. Lucy was in a nasty mood after getting in trouble in Transfiguration. Turning her attention towards the stairs, she tried not to groan when she saw a small boy heading down them into the common room. He seemed slightly intimidated by her, and Lucy just shook her head. She would just act as if she were doing something. At her side, she picked up a book and stared aimlessly at the cover. There was no way she'd read this, it was just a distraction. She was hoping the boy didn't talk to her, he was a first year, it wasn't hard to tell, and she knew he'd most likely ask questions or try to act calm and reserved.
What is the meaning of life?: Zzzzz.