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OOC INFO
Name: Lucy
Age: 24
AIM: venite angeli
E-mail: venite_angeli@hotmail.com
Timezone: GMT+12 (New Zealand/Aotearoa)
Experience: I have plenty, but it's in all now-defunct games. I'd be happy to provide links if needed :)
Need an invite code?: yes please
IC INFO
Basic Info
Full Name: Caroline Hope Perkins
Nicknames: Carrie. When she hears Caroline, she knows she's in trouble.
Age: 16 (just)
Birthday: May 31st
House and Year: Wardwell, Junior in the fall
Electives: Muggle and Wizard Music Integration, Advanced Transfiguration (Animagi), Flying
Wand: 10", hornbeam and werewolf hair, pleasantly springy
Boggart: Her uncle Fergus as an Inferius
Patronus: Her patronus is a scorpion, much like her Animagus form will be when she achieves it. The scorpion represents the somewhat foreboding qualities of control, treachery, passion and defensiveness, all things which describe Carrie.
Religious Affiliation: Carrie was raised in the Catholic church, but these days she doesn't really believe in anything.
Extracurricular activities: Music lessons outside of school - piano and guitar, and voice. Choir in school.
Family/Relationships
Parents: Bella Perkins (nee Devine) and Patrick Perkins
Siblings: none
Extended Family: maternal grandparents, Elizabeth and Edwin Devine, paternal grandparents, Caoimhe and Seamus Perkins. Uncles on her father's side, Liam, Kieran and Fergus Perkins. May negotiate some cousins in game?
Sexuality: Carrie's very free and easy with her favors. She definitely prefers the female form, though she hasn't actually been with a girl as yet. She sleeps with guys because they're easy, and she likes the attention.
Significant Others: none atm.
Appearance
PB: Stacy Dupree
Physical description: She has shoulder length mousy blond hair, but she dyes it darker and/or redder. She's been heard to comment that she hates the "nothingness" of her natural shade. She doesn't usually do much with it in the way of hairstyles, preferring to wear it loose (and half the time, hanging in her eyes). Her eyes are bright blue, and if pressed, her eyes are the part Carrie will list as her favorite feature. She's 5'4" tall, and weighs in at about 110lbs. She doesn't exercise much, and she eats like a bird, this is just her natural body shape and appetite. She can't stand people accusing her of being anorexic or starving herself, because that's just not the case.
Carrie doesn't like to define herself. She wears what's comfortable, what she likes the look of, for the most part. There have been times where someone has innocently commented that a particular color looks good on her, and she's gone on to incorporate that color into her wardrobe in a more significant way. As a freshman, she mostly stuck to blue and black, but lately she's been wearing more green and to a lesser extent, red. She loves Converse sneakers, and hates skinny jeans, loves hooded sweatshirts and hates turtlenecks, and most if not all of her shirts have smart-alec slogans emblazoned across the chest.
She has her ears pierced twice, and had her navel pierced when she was thirteen. Her aunt took her to get it done as her birthday present, since it was one of only two things she asked for that year (the other thing was a guitar). She doesn't have any tattoos yet, but she's considering getting one when she turns eighteen. She's been casually checking out designs but nothing's struck her yet, and she's determined not to get any ink done unless she finds the perfect, meaningful design.
Apart from the scars chicken pox left her with (she had it when she was seven) the only real scar Carrie has is one running the length of her right ring finger, down the side that touches her middle finger. She got this scar from opening a ring-pull tin of tuna when she was ten, and it took at least another three years before the gathered up enough courage to try opening that sort of can again.
Her manner of speech is measured, educated, smooth. Her voice is quite low, and has a husky quality to it, but it's undoubtedly feminine. She has a tendency to speak in a sarcastic drawl when she's dealing with someone she feels is “below” her, which is at least two or three times a day. As a child she was loud, outspoken and rather brash, but she has since learned the art of restraint, thinking before she speaks and measuring her words so that they have the maximum impact.
Personality
Likes: music, dancing, girls, boys, sex, bacon, attention
Dislikes: ridicule, getting caught, being ignored
Quirks: has a habit of singing to herself without noticing she's doing it, sometimes even giving herself percussion in the form of her hands tapping on whatever surface is handy.
Secrets:
*Carrie's secretly gay! Well, she's bi. But she definitely prefers women, and she hasn't told anyone yet.
*Her uncle Fergus sends her wine in unmarked bottles on a fairly regular basis. This she shares with a chosen few, but she's careful about who she tells so that no one peaches on her to the staff.
*Carrie's slept with most of the Wardwell boys her age and older (exactly how many, I'll have to negotiate with their players. But definitely a handful of them).
*She's secretly vulnerable and only acts like a slut because she's afraid of being rejected and no one ever loving her, so she acts like she has a lot going on and everyone wants to be with her. She's afraid of ending up alone and that no one will ever love her
*Carrie's comes off as downright racist to anyone who isn't a stereotypical white anglo. The secret is WHY she's racist - she's actually really xenophobic, that is, genuinely afraid of people who she perceives as different.
Strengths: She's very musical. Apart from singing, she also plays the piano and the guitar. As the only child, foisted off on her grandmother, she spent a lot of time in the kitchen watching Caoimhe cook. She has quite a flair for the culinary arts, but it's not something she advertises. She's rather good at sensing what people want, and using that to twist them to fit her own ends, but this doesn't work all the time.
Weaknesses: Bacon! Carrie has a love of bacon that goes well beyond "favorite food" status. For all her bravado and seemingly self assured facade, underneath she's rather insecure. She just wants people to like her, and she goes about it all the wrong way, using sex as a tool and a weapon.
Detailed Personality: As a child Carrie was rambunctious, attention seeking and loud, bordering on obnoxious. Outside of holidays she never really saw her parents. And because she was the only child, she was left with no one but her grandmother for company and entertainment. Surprisingly, she didn't develop "poor little rich girl" syndrome. Instead of becoming all "woe is me" about the whole thing, she let her imagination run wild. She was always running around pretending to be someone or something other than herself. Later, therapists would point to this behavior and hem and haw, saying that it was indicative of a difficult childhood and various dissociative personality disorders, but Carrie just raised an eyebrow. There was nothing wrong with her, not then and not now.
Enrolled in piano classes at the age of six, Carrie took off creatively. She played, yes, and was good at it, but it opened the door to painting, drawing, and writing, filling notebook after notebook with her creations. Inspired by the music she heard all day long, she tried her hand at singing, and found she had a talent for it.
Despite barely knowing her parents, Carrie's more like them than she knows. From her father she inherited a rather cold, calculating aspect to her personality, sizing people up and estimating just how much she can get from them, and how best to go about getting it. They're qualities that have stood Patrick in good stead in the business world, as evidenced by the fact that they live on one huge vineyard, and own two others. In Caroline they've manifested more as how best she can get people into bed or to bring them around to her way of thinking, to do her bidding, but it's plain to see how she could very easily follow in her father's footsteps if she applied herself.
Carrie's mother Bella handed down not so much a sense of style as a sense of conformity. Like her mother, Carrie has a way of scrutinizing herself and always presenting her best face to the public eye. Bella's love of society and all its trappings and her need to keep up with the Joneses was the first taste Carrie had of wanting to fit in and be noticed and made a fuss of, and it's something that's stuck with her throughout her entire life.
Her temper has improved vastly since her early years. As a toddler she could be compared to a volcano, erupting into a tantrum at the slightest provocation. Now she more closely resembles a kettle, simmering away and letting off steam in small doses, in unobvious ways. She's never been one to bottle up her emotions, and that hasn't changed, she's just found better ways to express her rather volatile temper.
Carrie's not a crier. She never has been. She sees the other girls setting themselves down to have a good weep, and she doesn't understand it. As a small child she much preferred to throw a fit rather than weep to get her way. Oh, she can cry, and she does, if she thinks the ends will justify the means, but she's not the kind of person who will cry because she's upset.
Craving attention the way she does has made Carrie a solid A-/B+ student. She's not naturally smart, and schoolwork certainly doesn't come easily to her (except perhaps for her music). It's just that she needs for her teachers to approve of her, to give her that figurative pat on the back she yearns for so much, and so she pours quite a large amount of energy into her assignments. And, okay, maybe she's doing it for the wrong reasons, but the end result is, she's doing it. She's something of a teacher's pet, in that respect, at least among the teachers who haven't caught wind of her somewhat unsavory reputation.
History
Carrie is the first and only child of Bella Devine (a California raised pureblood witch) and Patrick Perkins (a high society Irish immigrant wizard). They met when Patrick's parents, Seamus and Caoimhe, brought the family over from Ireland after their youngest son, Fergus, was born. As it happened, Fergus was only eleven when Carrie was born, and the two formed a tight bond.
Having grown up barely ever seeing her parents, Carrie generally has no time for them. However, she vastly prefers her father to her mother, because where her mother is vapid, superficial and self centered, her father has a fat wallet and a generous demeanor where his daughter is concerned.
Carrie's never wanted for anything. Money was always a part of her life, right from the word go. Some people talk about silver spoons being in an infant's mouth, well, Carrie wasn't as well off as all that, but they were close. Her father's family made their fortune in wine, using their not-inconsiderable savings to purchase a vineyard in the Napa Valley. Though wine making was something of a Muggle career, Seamus found himself far too good at it to consider doing anything else. The Perkins boys were trained in the fine art of wine making as soon as they were old enough to understand the process, and it was Patrick who took over the business when he came of age.
After receiving her acceptance letter to Salem Academy of Magical Edification, which was something of a foregone conclusion, Fergus sent Carrie a dozen white roses, roses which Carrie cherished until they were so dead they were almost rotting.
She doesn't have a lot of close friends, because Carrie has to truly trust someone before she'll bring them into her inner sanctum. She regards music as not just an important part of her life, but the most important part of her life, and that's something that a lot of people find hard to understand about her. While they're out partying, she'd rather be sitting at the piano, working out a particularly tricky passage of Tchaikovsky. That's not to say she doesn't let loose and have fun, of course! But Carrie's idea of fun differs from many of her peers.
Samples
Journal Entry:
The first step towards our (mine and Fergus') plans to go traveling after I graduate are in place. I finally opened a savings account specifically for the trip. He keeps owling me with things he wants to see: the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, Notre Dame - and that's just in France! So many things I want to do and see too. I wouldn't mind a wine tour of the south of France, that would be fun. I could tell Daddy it's for educational purposes, to compare their process to the one we use at home...?
To be honest, I could just ask Daddy to pay for the whole thing, but that wouldn't seem... I don't know. Right. I'd rather pay for it myself, then for the rest of my life I can hug the memories to myself and tell myself that I did it, I saved up and did this for myself. Well, and for Fergus.
Speaking of Fergus, as I've been writing this he just sent me another owl. Adorable fool. He wants me to add Egypt to the list, as if I haven't been thinking about it already. The pyramids, the Sphinx... God, I can't wait.
Now I have to go and finish my essay for Potions. It's taken me forever because this is one I just can't seem to get into!
RP Sample:
Looking down at herself, Carrie regarded her outfit seriously. It wasn't the first time she'd wished she'd listened more to her mother when she had been going on and on about high style and all that rubbish. Still, she supposed that she would pass muster. For, of course, where she was going, it wasn't about the clothes, but rather what was underneath them.
She sat on her bed to lace her shoes, and let her mind wander to what she was about to do. She was looking forward to it. Not because she enjoyed the act itself. That was okay, but nothing to write home about. No, she was in this more for the feeling of power she got from having a boy look at her that certain way. That way that meant he wanted her, wanted what she had to offer. There were more than a few boys in this school that had looked at her that particular way, and she liked it.
She took one last look at herself before leaving the room, and at the last minute decided to run a comb through her hair. Although this was happening no matter how she looked, she felt like she should at least make an effort to be presentable. Taking a deep breath, she left the room, shutting and locking the door behind her, and made her way to the appointed meeting place.
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