Player Information Name: Terra Timezone: EST Personal Journal: terraminuit Players Contact/AIM/: terra2point0 Email Address: cjanderson88@gmail.com Former/Other Characters in the RP: The Disciple How did you hear about us?: I'M IN THE GAAAAME
Character Information Name: Madeline Bonnefoy School Year: Fifth Year Gender: Female Age: 15 Out of school living location: La Turbie, France Blood status: Halfblood
Personality:
Madeline doesn't tend to make a big first impression. Quiet around strangers, kind, thoughtful, but ultimately forgettable. She has 'that quiet girl' written all over her and she does not mind giving others that idea. Madeline would rather be vaguely remembered in a good way than vividly recalled in a bad one. When you meet again though, she will remember you. Years of being overlooked made her sensitive to such things and she will recall the names, faces, and often the birthdays of nearly all her acquaintances.
With those people she is more fond of, she is more open. A little sarcastic, fiercely proud, but hesitant to be overly rude. Even her insults are half-hearted and often fly over others heads. She may smile sweetly and then give you an underhanded compliment on your clothes. No one expects it from her and they often think she misspoke.
Ladies are not rude and they do not raise their voice." Of course she only half learned that lesson as she is often loud during hockey games or exciting television shows. She is quite certain her mother never approved of her playing cricket or quidditch, even if she grew up with the sports. But then her mother was never quite as lady-like as the ideal she taught and Madeline has long since stopped striving to be perfect for her. It never gained her any attention before and now that she is her own, the lessons only stick on the base level.
To be honest, her father's quiet lessons when she was a small child stick with her more. It's the reason she defaults to writing in French, as it was her father who taught her to write, and it is why she will go him for advice if she needs it. He will always be there for Madeline, even if he does things she does not approve and Madeline loves her for it.
Madeline loathes to be embarrassed. She can't stand being fawned over in public by her father, especially when he sets out to embarrass her with little stories. Any accidental embarrassment, from tripping and falling to getting something on her shirt, is horrifying and she detests pranks, especially those designed to humiliate. It started with an innocent little ink on the shirt that got her a lecture on cleanliness from her mother. That escalated when she was laughed at by a friend when she tripped in the mud . The idea of humiliation makes her cringe and she would never make a fool of herself or anyone else. Her empathetic nature has always made her refuse to go along with any new ideas when they involve such humiliation. If she hates it, then surely someone else will and it's rude to humiliate someone in the first place.
Canon Background:
Since this is merely an AU where Canada was female, Canada's basic history never changed. The difference came in how she perceived it and how she personally related to the major players in her time as a nation. Like the male Canada, she was a loner nation for much of her early life. Her only interactions were with the nations who controlled her and they were often in and out of her life in brief flashes. She barely remembers her time with the Dutch and her self-awareness began with France. The woman was her mentor for a long time, the kind but stern mistress of her life. As with many colonies, her relationship with her governing nation was at times strained, but France always held a special place to her. The woman taught to read and write and was a heavy influence for nearly 200 years.
When she was given to England after the Seven Year's War in 1763, her irrational hopes that France would keep her safe forever fell to pieces. What time would do to her relationship with England was done in mere moments with France and although she has reconciled with France in recent years, things were never the same after that time. She often felt betrayed but being closer to England made her closer to America, her neighbor the South. The younger colony seemed to grow as much in less than a hundred years as she herself as grown in two hundred and it was not until another few hundred later that Canada felt them to be equals in age, physically.
The forced closeness with America grew to true fondness, but Canada was not the rebellious sort. When America and her passionate speeches turned into real action and real revolution, Canada shied away. Part of her supported and admired America's bold actions, but she remained unconvinced and pushed America back to her own land time and time again. When America, full of newly won freedom turned north once more, Canada fought back with England, pressing America back into her own land time and time again, trying to talk America out of it and then using force when necessary. She was left with a scar on her heart and in her mind. Canada had trusted America and it had proved to be an awful mistake, even if America's attempts to steal her from British rule had failed. For a long time, she fretted over this, building up defenses against the potential invasion of America. For her, there was times of peace, to grow and prosper and watch the rest of the world with a detached eye and America with a wary one.
Of course, peace with the rest of the world was one thing and peace within her own self was another. For like across the ocean, British and French clashed within her. Her people had many arguments and battles over the ideas America had brought, a democratic government that was "responsible" to the colonists and not the British monarchy or legislature. She had headaches time and time again as the rebellions lifted and were squashed. She agreed with them in principle, that her colonists should have a government closer to home, but she knew she could not win against England at this time. Life progressed with constant bumps in the road, but in 1867, she was given control of her own affairs with the Confederation and became known as the Dominion of Canada. However, Britain still kept control over her external affairs and as Canada was still uncertain about dealing with America, and the disputes between where their borders lay, she was content with this. Her lands expanded over time and despite the bumps and bruises she gained with every new province and territory, her size and power grew. However it was with an empty stomach and constant headaches that she met the World Wars.
While the Wars gave her jobs, technology, and a better sense of the world outside her own set of land, she detested them. One out of every ten soldiers she sent overseas died in the first World War. Her inability to dictate her own foreign policy then grated on her nerves and the soldiers who died for her and Britain haunt her. It was with great reluctance that she watched her soldier be sent overseas yet again almost three decades later, even if this had been her own people's choice. While she had been working as a nurse in the army during the war, when the supply of volunteers began to run dry, she bundled up her hair and bandaged down her chest. The war was draining and with every death, she had a harder time seeing why she was even there and cursing the Europeans for starting these stupid wars. However, despite her reluctance, she came out of the wars a stronger nation.
Since the inventions of mobile phones and the growth of the internet, Canada has made far more friends, both humans and nations, and likes to keep in touch with them more often.
Background (AU!Canon; HP): Pooting Madeline is the product of a whirlwind romance. Her British mother, a witch from a long line of witches, fell for a smooth talking French wizard and much to her mother's suprise, she found herself pregnant. She didn't tell Madeline's father and attempted to raise Madeline on her own, but between work at the Ministry and trying to keep her magic under wraps in the tightknit village, she hardly had time to keep an eye on her daughter.
It was when Madeline turned four that her father came back into the picture. She's never gotten a clear answer as to how this happened, but her father fought for custody of Madeline and wisked her back to France. The little town of La Turbie was strange to her, but she picked up French as easily as she had picked up English. She spent her time there happily attending the school her muggle grandmere taught at and showing almost none of the classic signs of magic. It came as a surprise to her when she got her letter in the mail. Unbeknownst to her, her father had struck the deal that if Madeline was to become a witch, she would attend Hogwarts, and she would stay with her mother for Christmas, in exchange for custody. Of course, she'd been going to her mother's for Christmas every year, but it hadn't occured to her that it was part of a deal.
She got ready for Hogwarts with a pit in her stomach and nervously got on the train, waving her mother and father goodbye. The world she found at the other end was like nothing she had known and she found herself caught up in the classes.
She took to Arithmancy and Herbology right away, with Potions a close favorite subject. She loathed Divinations and her flat one word answers in the classroom made it very clear. She was never impolite to her teacher, but she obviously found the entire subject too vague and open to interpretation. Shy and a little lacking in confidence, it's taken much of her five years to make a few solid friends and she still swears most people don't know she exists. Dragon How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor:
Madeline can be brave if the occasion calls for it and she would always stand up for a friend, but she still tends to be rather quiet about it. She'll be polite to a point with those who torment or tease others, but push things too far and nothing in the world will stop her scolding.
Hufflepuff:
Madeline values all the core tenets of this house for she is unfalteringly loyal to her friends, even in their worse moments, and believes in the tolerance of all creeds. She definitely puts her all into her work, believing a job done without every ounce of effort is not really done at all.
Ravenclaw:
Madeline is very intelligent and definitely tends to be one of those girls holed up in the library at school and with her nose in a book at home. She may not speak up to ask a question in class, but she would certainly go ask the professor after. She loves learning new things and being able to put them to good use and her favorite subjects tend to be ones with clear answers.
Slytherin:
Madeline certainly is resourceful though she lacks ambition, preferring to let the brighter and louder take the attention.
I shall be disappearing for much of the next week, as OWLS approach, so I thought I would let the more easily worried of you know. The library or the Common room is the best place to find me, but I might not be in the best of moods. I apologize in advance if I'm curt.
I'll be in the common room if you've need of me the night of the dance. I know it's quite important to some of you, but I really need to be packing that night. The trains from London to Nice have baggage limits and it'll take all my spells to make this trunk fit their specifications. Papa just had to send me a new one for Christmas.
CANON OC | Canada | Axis Powers: Nyotalia
Name: Terra
Timezone: EST
Personal Journal: terraminuit
Players Contact/AIM/: terra2point0
Email Address: cjanderson88@gmail.com
Former/Other Characters in the RP: The Disciple
How did you hear about us?: I'M IN THE GAAAAME
Character Information
Name: Madeline Bonnefoy
School Year: Fifth Year
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Out of school living location: La Turbie, France
Blood status: Halfblood
Personality:
Madeline doesn't tend to make a big first impression. Quiet around strangers, kind, thoughtful, but ultimately forgettable. She has 'that quiet girl' written all over her and she does not mind giving others that idea. Madeline would rather be vaguely remembered in a good way than vividly recalled in a bad one. When you meet again though, she will remember you. Years of being overlooked made her sensitive to such things and she will recall the names, faces, and often the birthdays of nearly all her acquaintances.
With those people she is more fond of, she is more open. A little sarcastic, fiercely proud, but hesitant to be overly rude. Even her insults are half-hearted and often fly over others heads. She may smile sweetly and then give you an underhanded compliment on your clothes. No one expects it from her and they often think she misspoke.
Ladies are not rude and they do not raise their voice." Of course she only half learned that lesson as she is often loud during hockey games or exciting television shows. She is quite certain her mother never approved of her playing cricket or quidditch, even if she grew up with the sports. But then her mother was never quite as lady-like as the ideal she taught and Madeline has long since stopped striving to be perfect for her. It never gained her any attention before and now that she is her own, the lessons only stick on the base level.
To be honest, her father's quiet lessons when she was a small child stick with her more. It's the reason she defaults to writing in French, as it was her father who taught her to write, and it is why she will go him for advice if she needs it. He will always be there for Madeline, even if he does things she does not approve and Madeline loves her for it.
Madeline loathes to be embarrassed. She can't stand being fawned over in public by her father, especially when he sets out to embarrass her with little stories. Any accidental embarrassment, from tripping and falling to getting something on her shirt, is horrifying and she detests pranks, especially those designed to humiliate. It started with an innocent little ink on the shirt that got her a lecture on cleanliness from her mother. That escalated when she was laughed at by a friend when she tripped in the mud . The idea of humiliation makes her cringe and she would never make a fool of herself or anyone else. Her empathetic nature has always made her refuse to go along with any new ideas when they involve such humiliation. If she hates it, then surely someone else will and it's rude to humiliate someone in the first place.
Canon Background:
Since this is merely an AU where Canada was female, Canada's basic history never changed. The difference came in how she perceived it and how she personally related to the major players in her time as a nation. Like the male Canada, she was a loner nation for much of her early life. Her only interactions were with the nations who controlled her and they were often in and out of her life in brief flashes. She barely remembers her time with the Dutch and her self-awareness began with France. The woman was her mentor for a long time, the kind but stern mistress of her life. As with many colonies, her relationship with her governing nation was at times strained, but France always held a special place to her. The woman taught to read and write and was a heavy influence for nearly 200 years.
When she was given to England after the Seven Year's War in 1763, her irrational hopes that France would keep her safe forever fell to pieces. What time would do to her relationship with England was done in mere moments with France and although she has reconciled with France in recent years, things were never the same after that time. She often felt betrayed but being closer to England made her closer to America, her neighbor the South. The younger colony seemed to grow as much in less than a hundred years as she herself as grown in two hundred and it was not until another few hundred later that Canada felt them to be equals in age, physically.
The forced closeness with America grew to true fondness, but Canada was not the rebellious sort. When America and her passionate speeches turned into real action and real revolution, Canada shied away. Part of her supported and admired America's bold actions, but she remained unconvinced and pushed America back to her own land time and time again. When America, full of newly won freedom turned north once more, Canada fought back with England, pressing America back into her own land time and time again, trying to talk America out of it and then using force when necessary. She was left with a scar on her heart and in her mind. Canada had trusted America and it had proved to be an awful mistake, even if America's attempts to steal her from British rule had failed. For a long time, she fretted over this, building up defenses against the potential invasion of America. For her, there was times of peace, to grow and prosper and watch the rest of the world with a detached eye and America with a wary one.
Of course, peace with the rest of the world was one thing and peace within her own self was another. For like across the ocean, British and French clashed within her. Her people had many arguments and battles over the ideas America had brought, a democratic government that was "responsible" to the colonists and not the British monarchy or legislature. She had headaches time and time again as the rebellions lifted and were squashed. She agreed with them in principle, that her colonists should have a government closer to home, but she knew she could not win against England at this time. Life progressed with constant bumps in the road, but in 1867, she was given control of her own affairs with the Confederation and became known as the Dominion of Canada. However, Britain still kept control over her external affairs and as Canada was still uncertain about dealing with America, and the disputes between where their borders lay, she was content with this. Her lands expanded over time and despite the bumps and bruises she gained with every new province and territory, her size and power grew. However it was with an empty stomach and constant headaches that she met the World Wars.
While the Wars gave her jobs, technology, and a better sense of the world outside her own set of land, she detested them. One out of every ten soldiers she sent overseas died in the first World War. Her inability to dictate her own foreign policy then grated on her nerves and the soldiers who died for her and Britain haunt her. It was with great reluctance that she watched her soldier be sent overseas yet again almost three decades later, even if this had been her own people's choice. While she had been working as a nurse in the army during the war, when the supply of volunteers began to run dry, she bundled up her hair and bandaged down her chest. The war was draining and with every death, she had a harder time seeing why she was even there and cursing the Europeans for starting these stupid wars. However, despite her reluctance, she came out of the wars a stronger nation.
Since the inventions of mobile phones and the growth of the internet, Canada has made far more friends, both humans and nations, and likes to keep in touch with them more often.
Background (AU!Canon; HP):
Pooting
Madeline is the product of a whirlwind romance. Her British mother, a witch from a long line of witches, fell for a smooth talking French wizard and much to her mother's suprise, she found herself pregnant. She didn't tell Madeline's father and attempted to raise Madeline on her own, but between work at the Ministry and trying to keep her magic under wraps in the tightknit village, she hardly had time to keep an eye on her daughter.
It was when Madeline turned four that her father came back into the picture. She's never gotten a clear answer as to how this happened, but her father fought for custody of Madeline and wisked her back to France. The little town of La Turbie was strange to her, but she picked up French as easily as she had picked up English. She spent her time there happily attending the school her muggle grandmere taught at and showing almost none of the classic signs of magic. It came as a surprise to her when she got her letter in the mail. Unbeknownst to her, her father had struck the deal that if Madeline was to become a witch, she would attend Hogwarts, and she would stay with her mother for Christmas, in exchange for custody. Of course, she'd been going to her mother's for Christmas every year, but it hadn't occured to her that it was part of a deal.
She got ready for Hogwarts with a pit in her stomach and nervously got on the train, waving her mother and father goodbye. The world she found at the other end was like nothing she had known and she found herself caught up in the classes.
She took to Arithmancy and Herbology right away, with Potions a close favorite subject. She loathed Divinations and her flat one word answers in the classroom made it very clear. She was never impolite to her teacher, but she obviously found the entire subject too vague and open to interpretation. Shy and a little lacking in confidence, it's taken much of her five years to make a few solid friends and she still swears most people don't know she exists.
Dragon
How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor:
Madeline can be brave if the occasion calls for it and she would always stand up for a friend, but she still tends to be rather quiet about it. She'll be polite to a point with those who torment or tease others, but push things too far and nothing in the world will stop her scolding.
Hufflepuff:
Madeline values all the core tenets of this house for she is unfalteringly loyal to her friends, even in their worse moments, and believes in the tolerance of all creeds. She definitely puts her all into her work, believing a job done without every ounce of effort is not really done at all.
Ravenclaw:
Madeline is very intelligent and definitely tends to be one of those girls holed up in the library at school and with her nose in a book at home. She may not speak up to ask a question in class, but she would certainly go ask the professor after. She loves learning new things and being able to put them to good use and her favorite subjects tend to be ones with clear answers.
Slytherin:
Madeline certainly is resourceful though she lacks ambition, preferring to let the brighter and louder take the attention.
RP Samples:
Dressrobes
Journal Post:
I shall be disappearing for much of the next week, as OWLS approach, so I thought I would let the more easily worried of you know. The library or the Common room is the best place to find me, but I might not be in the best of moods. I apologize in advance if I'm curt.
I'll be in the common room if you've need of me the night of the dance. I know it's quite important to some of you, but I really need to be packing that night. The trains from London to Nice have baggage limits and it'll take all my spells to make this trunk fit their specifications. Papa just had to send me a new one for Christmas.