Application for Gray War
Name: Kristi
Contact: on file
Characters: Severus Snape, Sarah Harding
Name: Nymphadora Tonks
Journal Name: bothbuttocks
Fandom / Series: Harry Potter
From When: At the moment, 22, from the beginning of Order of the Phoenix. For her, Sirius Black is not yet dead.
Function: Soldier
Preferred Side: No preference.
Abilities / Powers: A handy-dandy wiki page!
Information about metamorphamagi.
Personality:
Nymphadora Tonks is, in one word, flamboyant. Incredibly so, in fact, from the inside out. She has an exuberant personality, cheerful and bouncy at the best of times, which is often reflected in her appearance. She enjoys being with others, likes music, and absolutely owns herself without shame. Much of her behaviour, of course, is the manifestation of a desire for attention. Because of the rarity of metamorphamagi, Tonks is used to being the center of attention, and she likes it. She often goes out of her way to attract it.
Tonks is intelligent, but not enormously so. She can come across as a bit daft now and again, but she is an Auror, and one does have to display a certain cleverness and ability to reason quickly to work in that field. What she lacks in mental prowess, she makes up for in stubbornness. She's tenacious to an extreme, and when she wants something, she fights hard to get it.
Her sociable attitude allows her to be somewhat more outspoken than others. She has no problem saying what she thinks - not out of bravery, but because she often doesn't think before she speaks. She has, in the past, argued openly with her superiors, though it has been restricted to those with whom she feels comfortable. She has been known to be a bit gruff and rough about the edges - swearing at Moody and threatening to hex complete strangers into oblivion, but she is in law enforcement, after all. Tonks is a bit of a troublemaker, and by her own admission, she always has been. It's rarely anything of consequence these days, however.
She is an absolute Hufflepuff, hard-working, true, but leaning more towards the loyalty side of things. She clings to her friendships, or did before the onset of the second war. Once Voldemort returned, she found herself more often than not drawn either to the younger crowd, as they remind her of the innocence her own generation once had, or to the older, because they had already experienced the present conflict in the form of the first war. Emotional pitfalls aside, she holds her immediate family close - particularly her parents and Sirius Black. On the other hand, her extended family is nothing but a source of disgust and dismissal for her. She has a particular spot in her heart devoted entirely to hatred for Bellatrix Lestrange.
For benefit of her abilities, Tonks' appearance fluctuates with her moods: pink or purple hair in times of good cheer, red in anger, mousy brown when she's feeling low. Duck bills, pig snouts, squashed noses, and everything in between when she's trying to be the center of attention. Her abilities reflect her moods, and when she's depressed, she has trouble using them at all. The constant shift from body to body, shape to shape, from the very start of her life has made her unable to get completely comfortable in her own skin, and she is, as she herself says, "Dead clumsy."
In Gray War, she might be somewhat down about the whole affair, but her humor is her defense mechanism. She'll try to maintain a cheerful attitude in the face of so much death and senseless destruction. After all, she's lived this before. As for winning wars, she will need to be eased into killing - in fact, she'll like spend a fair amount of her time refraining from doing more than incapacitating people. Not exactly the right mindset when the rules of the game suggest the only way the war is won is when the other side is dead.
History: Another handy-dandy wiki page!
Sample Journal Entry: Dear_Mun entry. orderauror is also my account. Changed to bothbuttocks as an afterthought.
Sample RP:
Nymphadora Lupin had no knowledge of the events occurring outside of the bubble that was her world - that is, this moment, this instant, Hogwarts, with the war raging around her and her husband lost somewhere in the midst of it. She therefore had no idea that her world was about to collide with that of a ship which carried the souls of the dead onward, towards their second chance. She had no idea it existed.
Wand at the ready, she tore through the halls of the castle, searching for Remus, her blood pumping with adrenaline and fear. She'd only had him for such a short while, and Teddy needed his father. She needed her husband. They couldn't take him from her. Not yet. She wasn't ready to let him go.
A wild spell hit the wall above her; she flung herself out of the way with only barely enough time to avoid being crushed in the rockfall. There was no room for clumsiness now. She fired off a hex to her right, disengaging what looked to be a sixth year Hufflepuff from their attacker. House camaraderie at its finest. There wasn't time to acknowledge one another, however, before she was on her feet and heading for the Great Hall.
"Remus!" she shouted, though she could barely hear herself over the sound of the battle.