Post by Tiff Granger on Oct 1, 2006 12:48:37 GMT -5
Full Name: Tiffany Granger
Age(11-17):16
Year(1-7):16
House:Gryffindor
Personality:nice, caring, very brave, and most people say that she has nerve.She will stand up for what she believes in.She will treat people the way they treat her.Even though she is brave, she doesnt really let it get to her head.
Strengths: Books, witts, smarts, and hopes.
Weakness: friends, her family, and sometimes, love.
Likes/Dislikes: She likes her cat name Joey, her friends, family, books, competing, winning. She dislikes; rivals, when she is fighting, her 'dad'.
Physical Appearance: Tiff has dark brown hair falling a bit after her shoulders. She has beautiful emerld eyes. Her figure is skinny.Hailey always wears muggle clothes. Her 'parents' are muggle. And she has no idea why she has the scar on her arm. It is in the shape of a rose.
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History:
Tiff was born onHalloween. Everyone said that was unlucky. But never once did she let that, get in her way. One Halloween, on her 15th birthday, TIff lost a book that belonged to her library. Oddly enough, she got it back within ten minutes. Her power was stronger then any Granger before her. She was a telekenisis freak as a SLytherin called her. WHen he did, he was in the lake faster then you could say l.o.v.e.
THis year on her sixteenth birthday, she was raped. By her once best friend. He hurt her a lot by doing that. When she told her parents, tehy flipped. Tiff was out of school for a month. She came back not so long after. Tiff was fine but she knew it would take a while for her to trust guys-her friends again.
Rp Sample.
It was sun set. And her blue eyes were shadded by lose strands of hair. Her brown hair was tied back losely. She wore a black tank under a blue jean jacket. Her blue jeans had rips in the knees. Under the jean jacket, was a grey sweater with a hood.
The sun set was a beautiful pink/orange. And it looked beautiful. Her blue eyes watched the devilishly beuatiful scene. And as she sat cross legged on the ground, she heard footsteps, ignoring it, TIffany Granger sat. Hail sighed. She felt eyes watching her. Probably from the forest. But she was completely relaxed. She didnt seem to care. Or notice for one matter. She sighed. Looking at the tree, she watched it fly around. A bird was murdered quickly. Tiff shuddered. it was most definately devilishly perfect. Hailey smiled. She sighed. Unlike those at her school, Tiff was depressed about things, but she was always the optomist. She smiled.
And as she sat, she felt a smile form again It was great at Hogwarts no matter what had happened. Even threw the worst, it was up to Tiffany to cheer up people. She was a singer, a writer, and a girl who was always found humming a beat or singing a song. She smiled softly at herself. Her thoughts were out of reach. No one could understand the mind of this 'Misunderstood Artist' as her mother used to call her. She had always responded 'From my moods, come creation.' And thus why she had a piece of parchement with a pen in her hand. She was but of course writing a new song.
Age(11-17):16
Year(1-7):16
House:Gryffindor
Personality:nice, caring, very brave, and most people say that she has nerve.She will stand up for what she believes in.She will treat people the way they treat her.Even though she is brave, she doesnt really let it get to her head.
Strengths: Books, witts, smarts, and hopes.
Weakness: friends, her family, and sometimes, love.
Likes/Dislikes: She likes her cat name Joey, her friends, family, books, competing, winning. She dislikes; rivals, when she is fighting, her 'dad'.
Physical Appearance: Tiff has dark brown hair falling a bit after her shoulders. She has beautiful emerld eyes. Her figure is skinny.Hailey always wears muggle clothes. Her 'parents' are muggle. And she has no idea why she has the scar on her arm. It is in the shape of a rose.
Picture:
History:
Tiff was born onHalloween. Everyone said that was unlucky. But never once did she let that, get in her way. One Halloween, on her 15th birthday, TIff lost a book that belonged to her library. Oddly enough, she got it back within ten minutes. Her power was stronger then any Granger before her. She was a telekenisis freak as a SLytherin called her. WHen he did, he was in the lake faster then you could say l.o.v.e.
THis year on her sixteenth birthday, she was raped. By her once best friend. He hurt her a lot by doing that. When she told her parents, tehy flipped. Tiff was out of school for a month. She came back not so long after. Tiff was fine but she knew it would take a while for her to trust guys-her friends again.
Rp Sample.
It was sun set. And her blue eyes were shadded by lose strands of hair. Her brown hair was tied back losely. She wore a black tank under a blue jean jacket. Her blue jeans had rips in the knees. Under the jean jacket, was a grey sweater with a hood.
The sun set was a beautiful pink/orange. And it looked beautiful. Her blue eyes watched the devilishly beuatiful scene. And as she sat cross legged on the ground, she heard footsteps, ignoring it, TIffany Granger sat. Hail sighed. She felt eyes watching her. Probably from the forest. But she was completely relaxed. She didnt seem to care. Or notice for one matter. She sighed. Looking at the tree, she watched it fly around. A bird was murdered quickly. Tiff shuddered. it was most definately devilishly perfect. Hailey smiled. She sighed. Unlike those at her school, Tiff was depressed about things, but she was always the optomist. She smiled.
And as she sat, she felt a smile form again It was great at Hogwarts no matter what had happened. Even threw the worst, it was up to Tiffany to cheer up people. She was a singer, a writer, and a girl who was always found humming a beat or singing a song. She smiled softly at herself. Her thoughts were out of reach. No one could understand the mind of this 'Misunderstood Artist' as her mother used to call her. She had always responded 'From my moods, come creation.' And thus why she had a piece of parchement with a pen in her hand. She was but of course writing a new song.
