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WHITBY, YVONNE SAVANNAH
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yvonne savannah whitby what a beautiful facei have found in this place that is circling all round the sun YVONNE SAVANNAH WHITBY ▪ TWENTY ONE ▪ RESISTANCE ▪ JOURNALIST FIRST OFF, WE HAVE THE BASICS. THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF MISS WHITBY. OR THE LEGOS, SINCE LEGOS ARE MUCH COOLER.
"I'm the tomato in the fruit basket of society. Why? Because I'm just not right. Once, when I was seven, our next door neighbor yelled at me to get off his lawn which made me mad, so I snuck over while he was out of the house and licked all of his silverware and then put them back. He never caught on, and I giggled for weeks. See? I'm just not right."
Yvonne, occasionally called Vonne, Vonnie, Yve (pronounced as Eve), or Whit, is quite the character. She'll attest to that herself. While she looks rather average and one wouldn't really expect her to be the sort of person who licks spoons out of vengeance, that's exactly what she does. Not did, does. She won't admit it, but she did the same thing to her Arithmancy Professor. There is something very childish about this girl, but not in a temper-tantrum sort of way. It's not really an innocence, either. It's just... well, it's just Yvonne.
"So there I was, ten years old (three years after the silverware incident if you are paying attention), and my mum decides it would be great fun for me to attend a little tea party birthday shindig. Now, at this point, I was determined that if I tried hard enough, I could turn myself into a boy. I hated being a girl. Who wanted to wear dresses and play with dolls when there were mud puddles to jump in and baseball caps to don? Hnh. Not me. Sitting there in that frilly, pink disaster of an outfit, I had an "eureka" moment. I was stuck being a girl. One day, I was going to grow breasts. One day, boys were going to be attracted to me and my erogenous zones. I was gonna have to just deal with it. I was devastated."
When you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up, most won't say they would like to be opposite gender. Yvonne did. Her third grade teacher was not impressed. As she got older, however, she learned to "deal with" her femininity. In her third year at Hogwarts, when she became a teenager, a flip somewhere inside her switched. Not that she was suddenly giggling madly or thinking about boys and having a million crushes at once. No, that wasn't the case. Instead, she started to see the fun in dressing up now and then. And hey, who would have thought that wearing some make-up could make her look a little less disheveled? She still loved to be outside, adored playing Quidditch, and still had a mean right hook, but she could turn around a rock a little black dress right after.
"Once I got passed the whole 'sex change' thing, I started to seriously think about what I wanted to be when I 'grew up'. A dinosaur was out the window. I mean, I had to be practical. Maybe I'm just an overachiever and all that, but in my fourth year, I was seriously starting to panic because I had no idea what I wanted to do. I'd sit down at the end of the day and write about everything and how scared I was that I was going to be a hobo (and then have a list on the side at how cool being a hobo might be...) and then it hit me. Why don't I just write? I was good at it. I loved it. So why the hell not?"
Currently, Yvonne is a journalist for the Daily Prophet. She still writes her own little things on the side, such as short stories and is even working on a novel, but she's never had them published. She views writing as an escape from reality, even if her job is to write about current political affairs and events. Boring at times, yes, but she has a sense of duty that goes along with it. She believes it is her job to get the truth and get it out to the general public. She thoroughly enjoys the investigative part of her job. The interviewing process is very fun, in her opinion, and she's quite good at it. Perhaps it is her relaxing and warm demeanor that makes people feel comfortable opening up to her and answering her questions... or it could be the fact that she isn't a malicious writer. Unless you seriously piss her off. She's not looking to make anyone's life miserable by publishing all their dirty little secrets... unless they seriously piss her off. Yes, she has done it before, only once, and only when that whore deserved it.
"So, technically, I'm 3/4-blood. Normally, I'd just say half, but apparently that little quarter counts. Makes me a teensy bit more important than the halfbloods. You know, because blood type decides how awesome you are. Psh. That's only if you were born a ninja. Which I wasn't. Of course, if I was, than I wouldn't admit it. So maybe I am? You'll never know. But you will be sleeping with one eye open now, am I right? Yes? Oh... no? Well. You should. You never know who is a ninja and when they might attack. Sorry, am I getting off the subject?"
Whit is a member of the Resistance. Proudly. Her pureblood father married a halfblood witch and known muggle supporter, which he became as well. She was raised with both wizard and muggle influences. She will, from time to time, make references to Star Trek or something called a Disney film. If you get them, she will probably love you. She's not ashamed of her family and their decisions, and has openly spoken about her views on the matter. She's labeled a Blood Traitor, but really, she doesn't mind all too much.
HERE ARE SOME LITTLE DETAILS AND SOME THINGS YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW.
FORMER HOUSE: "Gryffindor! That's me." FAVORITE COLOR: "Orange. It's so happy and bright and usually sticks out." FAVORITE SMELL: "Men's cologne. Ugh. If a guy walks past me and is wearing just the right amount, I will want to get to know him. In the biblical sense, of course. -wink-" FAVORITE NUMBER: "42. The answer to life, the universe, and everything." PIRATES OR NINJAS?: "Ooh. Tough one. Well, I'm going to go with pirates. They get to pillage. And say ARRGH. [she curves her finger into a hook as she says this]" FAVORITE SEASON: "Winter. There's just something so cozy about it." FAVORITE TRAIT IN OPPOSITE GENDER: "A sense of humor. And a great smile." GET MAD OR GET EVEN?: "Get even, definitely. Did you not remember my silverware thing?" LEAST FAVORITE THING: "Paper cuts. Worst. Things. Ever." THING ONE OR THING TWO?: "Thing Two. He's been second his whole life. I feel for the little guy." CHILDHOOD HERO: "Captain James T. Kirk. What? You haven't heard of him? I'm sorry. You're missing out."
WOULD YOU RATHER... If it is underlined, that is the one she picks.
Lose your legs or lose your arms? Have three eyes or webbed feet? End hatred or hunger? Wake up naked in the North Pole or in the desert with multiple layers of clothing that you can't remove? Be smarter than all your friends or prettier than all your friends? Swallow a cup of chalk dust or eat a roll of aluminum foil? Be able to sing or dance? Always lose or never play? Be a mermaid or an alien? Be the sand castle or the wave?
DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN TEN WORDS.
"Only ten? Wait, do those count? They do? Why? That's-"
Since she just failed at that, I shall answer for you. LAID BACK, FRIENDLY, UNIQUE, ARTISTIC, PASSIONATE, CURIOUS, IMPULSIVE, COMPETITIVE, STUBBORN, and ADROIT.
WHO IS IN YOUR FAMILY?
KEVIN WHIBTY - "My father. He's pretty cool. We get along good. He's sarcastic, like me. We get into witty arguments often, too, because we both like to argue for the sake of arguing over little things. But I love him to death and am very proud to call him my dad. He's my hero for just being able to turn away from his pureblood family in order to marry my mum."
ROSE WHITBY - "Mum is a saint. At least, that's what you think at first. She's all sweet and kind and motherly, and then she'll spray you with a hose while your back is turned. So she's a lot more fun than a saint. You wonder where I got my vindictive mischievous streak? Right there, ladies and gents."
TROY WHITBY - "T-ROY [said in what she believes to be a 'gangsta' voice, complete with a pose] . I'm sorry. I need to stop doing that. I don't think he appreciates it. He loves me, though. He sort of has to. I made him sign a contract when he learned to write his name. He still has no idea."
but for now we are young let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we see ALIAS : CAMI AGE : 19 TIME ZONE : CENTRAL MEMBER TITLE : HAKUNA MATATA ROLEPLAY SAMPLE :
| CODE | Gale took a quick moment to study the man sitting at the table, trying to remember if he had been a patient at one time. There had been so many people in and out of the hospital that she couldn't really remember everyone; not that she was really expected to. It was more of a personal preference. Gale was a people person, someone who preferred to know little details and facts about anyone she came in contact with, patient or no. It made everything more personal rather than that person simply being "that person". They were "Sheryl, who enjoys painting" or "Robert, who is from Europe" and so on. When she had started helping out at the hospital, she had tried to do the same with the men she was helping. For a while, it worked, and she was able to make small talk easily. After a while, though, everything became a blur as more and more wounded were being added to their number and she had to work multiple shifts and areas.
She came to the conclusion that he had not been a patient, or at least one she had seen. He didn't appear to have any major recovering wounds that she could see either, so maybe he was one of the lucky ones. Of course, that meant he probably had seen quite a few unlucky ones get hurt or killed that day. How many of them were his comrades? Gale changed the subject in her mind, not wanting to think too hard on the numerous lives lost. So many people had lost so much but it wasn't going to get better by thinking hard on it.
Luckily, he started speaking again, which helped her get her mind away from such thoughts. She smiled kindly at him as he politely declined her help. She hadn't really been surprised. He seemed embarrassed that he should be caught with the children's book, him being a marine and all. Gale knew there were some men in the military forces who had never really learned to read properly but had simply enlisted as soon as they had the chance, so it wasn't like he was the only one, but she restrained herself from saying that aloud. She didn't know him well enough to know how he would take to a nurse he didn't know attempting to console him on the matter. Also, it could certainly come out very patronizing, which was not the sort of attitude she wanted to portray right now. So instead, she nodded and when he gave his version of the "go ahead" to her company, she took a seat next to him at the table. Hopefully she wasn't being annoying... in all honesty, she probably wanted his company more than he wanted hers. Any company, actually. Lately, she just hated being alone. It gave her too much time to think and while she normally wasn't opposed to using brain power, lately her thoughts quickly turned to... well, wasn't it obvious?
Gale crossed one leg over the other delicately and brushed aside a few strands of hair that had managed to escape the somewhat messy bun pulled together on the back of her head. She was suddenly aware of how awkward this could turn out if neither of them said anything and she scrambled to try and think of something worthwhile to say to attempt at a conversation. However, he started speaking again instead, this time much more fluidly. Hopefully that was a sign that he had been able to relax a little around her? She hated making people feel uncomfortable. Unlike some people she knew, that was not a hobby. She listened as he told her about his sister and his struggle with words, nodding now and then to indicate that she understood. "Good for you for even trying." she said, wanting to applaud his efforts. In her experience, the one thing that made people give up or quit the fastest was feeling like they weren't doing anything worthwhile. "A lot of people would just give up. Don't. Being able to read might not happen overnight, but it will happen."
There was a pause and then he asked for her help on a specific word, 'would'. He finished off by telling her she could just shrug it off and ignore him, but she shook her head. "No, it's fine, really. I'm happy to help." Now, back to the word. 'Would'. It was a tricky one; her son had often expressed his own frustration at the word and ones like it. It certainly didn't help that English was one hell of a crazy language. "Ah, yes. The 'l' is silent, so you say it like 'wood'." she explained. "The 'o' and the 'u' together make an 'oo' sound." Normally, he should have been right and it would have made a 'oe' sound, but since the English language was, as she previously thought, crazy, this was an exception to that particular vowel rule. "So then this word..." she leaned over and pointed to 'could', which he had pronounced as 'cold', "... is 'could'. Make sense?"
Gale glanced at the book, wondering just how much it was helping. Rhyming books were usually excellent for learning phonetic sounds, but that was with kids who didn't question whether or not it made sense. Wasn't it also better if the reader was actually interested in the subject? James hadn't always been so keen on reading, but once Gale had provided him with books on sports that he enjoyed, he started to take to it. "You know... I know that Dr. Seuss isn't the most logical author out there. It might help if you tried something that makes sense to you, or that you can relate with." she suggested. "If you want to keep with this one, that's fine. I know that rhyming does help.". |
I, CAMI, SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I HAVE READ THE RULES OF THIS SITE AND WILL UPHOLD THEM TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY. I AM JOINING THIS SITE BECAUSE I LOVE HARRY POTTER, AND I LOVE WRITING. I WILL BE AN ACTIVE MEMBER AND NOT SIT AROUND LIKE A BUMP ON THE LOG. I ALSO REALIZE THAT THIS IS NOT MY ACTUAL SIGNATURE, AND THEREFORE THIS DOCUMENT IS IN NO WAY LEGALLY BINDING. OH WELL.
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