Post by kirstenmontez on Oct 5, 2010 17:44:42 GMT 10
KIRSTEN MARIE MONTEZ
NAME ;;Kirsten Marie Montez
NICKNAMES ;; none
AGE ;; 16
DATE OF BIRTH ;; December 12
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;;Half-blood Caucasian
YEAR ;; 6th
HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff
OCCUPATION ;; student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; straight
PLAY-BY ;; Hilary Duff
Kirsten is ;;
--- quiet ;; When it comes right down to it Kirsten is a pretty quiet and shy girl. She is very content with being in the background and not always being in the spotlight. Calling attention to herself isn't what she strives for and never will be. She would rather boost someone else up for a success that she played a rather large part in than getting the attention for it. When in a crowd Kirsten stays off in her own area and watches. When introduced to new people Kirsten is soft spoken, short with her words, and careful about what she says. She feels like she isn't liked so she doesn't give people much to go on about her hoping it doesn't really make her worse. Sure she wants a friend or two but she isn't going to change herself to make them.
--- caring ;; Kirsten cares about other people, animals, and objects. If she sees someone in the halls who has had something spill, a bad rip, or something to that affect she will walk over and help them pick up their stuff and then continuing on her way. They tell her thank you she says your welcome but it was the right thing to do. She isn't going to just walk past someone and not help them if they need it. Just like if she found a large amount of money and it had identification with it she would turn it in. She has done the same to a purse she found. Same with animals she finds a cute dog stuck in a bush or wrapped around something she stops and helps it.
--- fashionable ;; Kirsten, though shy, quiet, and reserved, is rather fashionable. It is the one thing that she allows herself fashion. It makes her feel good about herself and brightens her day a bit wearing clothing she likes. She spends time messing with her hair curling it, making it straight, trying different styles to it. She doesn't dye her hair because being blonde is something she likes. She likes the natural look at times, light makeup and her hair only loosely done. She can't wear dark makeup because of her light skin tone anyways but why should she make herself up in a way that doesn't reflect her? Her style changes based on her mood and her favorite color is pink, so she wears it a lot. On a good day she wears fairly cute clothes, lighter colors, sometimes with floral patterns. On dreary rainy days she is more likely to be discovered in a hooded sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a cute tank underneath. She is a regular customer at Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions and had a set order of things that she used. When one didn't have a lot of things going for her she could always have fashion right?
Kirsten's patronus is a ;; dolphin
Kirsten's boggart takes the form of ;; her baby sister Gabriella dead
Kirsten adores ;;
dancing
reading
listening to music
singing
jogging
shopping
babysitting
helping others
charms
teaching dance
sweet petals body mist
the colors pink, baby blue, purple
water animals
dogs
roses
romantic meals
romance novels
Kirsten abhors ;;
DADA
rude people
animal abusers
homework
being sick/ hurt
tests
bad hair days
transfiguration
"mother nature"
the smell of rotting things
people who judge before meeting a person
a messy desk
the players
ravioli
spicy foods
pure blood is everything statement
Kirsten's mother, Jessica, was estranged from her parents. She had gotten in with the wrong crowd and made a few bad choices, choices that her parents found appauling. So she left, and left the magical world destined for a small town in Muggle London. She didn't have any muggle money only had a few galleons in her pockets. So she journeyed back to the magical world transferred her money into muggle money and set off again. Why she went to the muggle world she asked herself that question many times. She concluded that her parents would be easily able to find her in the wizarding world so if she avoided it and lived like a muggle she might be okay. Might be able to prove to herself that she could live on her own without her parents' help and constant nagging at what she was supposed to do with her life, what she should do, what she shouldn't do.
So she got a job working at a restaurant as a waitress had low pay but since she had a job she was able to find a place to live. It wasn't the greatest place but it was warm dry and as long as she paid the rent, it was hers. She took her first pay check and bought how to for dummies books and read up on all the muggle technology. If she was going to live like a muggle she had to be more blended with them. The muggle time clock she used at work was simple, but she was taught how to use it so she was safe there. She read on Muggle cell phones, muggle everything so she knew how to operate some simple items with no issues. She had been a Ravenclaw herself back in her day so somethings she caught on to more quickly. She walked to work because she had seen a muggle car and knew that even with her Ravenclaw brain she would never be able to figure out how to operate this car, and she didn't have anything she could use to get such a thing. She walked, she lived close enough to do so, and in the winter sometimes her boss or coworkers would give her a lift so she wouldn't get sick. She was a people person and got along well with customers and they were willing to help her out if she needed to.
That was where she met Brian. It was her afternoon shift and Jessica had arrived at the lunch rush hour. She quickly clocked in put on her uniform grabbed her name tag and order book and got right to work. After about twenty minutes she had a minute to breathe when he walked in. She thought maybe he would sit somewhere else, the tables were divided between her and another girl who worked here, but he sat in her table area so she put on a smile and headed over to take his order. He ordered something and when she brought it to him he asked her a slightly odd question if she would like to join him. Now it was odd because she didn't think she had ever met him before and she had to decline, she was at work. In a moment of sheer luck her boss told her to take an early lunch so she clocked out and took off her name tag and, as he asked, joined him for lunch.
Turned out he had seen her around here before and was always quite intrigued with the way she did her work, so polite even when the customer was being rude. That night after a long night at work Jessica, now holding Brian's number in her head and on a piece of paper, came into the apartment and set her house key on the table by the door. Heading to the bedroom and dropping to her knees she got under the bed, under the floorboard, in a box, that was in a bag, and pulled out the thin piece of wood. Her wand. She had no clue why she was looking at this after all this time but she felt the warmth traveling down her fingertips. Starting with a simpler spell Jessica waved her wand said the incantation and, it worked. She was shocked that it did work right away. It seemed that magic was in her blood and would always remain so.
Over time she dated Brian, fell in love with him, and eventually told him her secret. Turns out he was more shocked that she was a witch than anything. Living in the muggle world for the time she had she learnt to blend in. But telling him her actual life and history made her that much happier. She had her hunches about him sometimes he looked puzzled about things as well and he was a half blooded wizard himself. His mother, who was a muggle born witch, had died ten years ago and therefore cutting off his ties to the muggle world greatly until he was traveling the day he met Jessica.
When Brian and Jessica got married, it was her welcome back into the wizarding world. Her parents had a somewhat stable relationship over the seven months they used to plan the wedding and make it as pretty as possible. The day they got married was the best day in Jessica's life.
About two years after the wedding they welcome Kirsten Marie Montez, born on December 12 at 2:15 am weighing 7 pounds 8 ounces. Taking them to their home they began their life together.
Kirsten was an active little girl. Girly from a young age Kirsten loved the pinks, the baby blues, the purples and her room showed that. She loved her teddy bear and had named it Flower Rose. Flower Rose and Kirsten were inseparable from the Christmas of her second birthday until the time she was 7 years old. Still now she has that bear on a shelf in her room and when she is lonely and down and sad, Kirsten grabs it and takes it down and hugs it close to her. Flower Rose, her companion would always be there.
Around the age of 5 Kirsten begged her mom to let her take ballet and dance lessons. After all if one was going to be a ballerina princess you had to take ballet and dance lessons. So her mom enrolled her and she loved it. It was the best time she ever had and she made plenty of new friends. Had play dates with them, and they had sleep overs. Kirsten was a bit shy at first but dance really brought out the best in her. It made her shine, and Kirsten took a liking to it.
Growing up Kirsten went to camps, she was in a private school for young witches and wizards, before their acceptance into Hogwarts. She made her friends, and still took the time to dance, and sing. It was very much a part of her life, and maybe when she was older she would be able to work at a dance shop herself, teaching little kids what her passion is and was from a young age.
Entering the school for the first time, and taking the magical boats across the vast black depths of the lake Kirsten waited her turn to place the over sized hat over her blonde hair, and as it fell into her eyes covering them, the hat debated. Finally it called out the house of Hufflepuff and Kirsten's journey began. She was a Hufflepuff, and it seemed to fit her rather well. She wasn't a brave Gryffindor, and only average in classes, exempting her from the Ravenclaw house, and was no where near cunning enough to be classed as a Slytherin. She frankly didn't think she own a mean bone in her body.
Her classes were different, and she found herself loving this school and the hidden secrets she could see in it. The Hufflepuff Common Room, cozy was a good place to do homework, and sometimes get some help from people when she struggled. Charms was her favorite class, mainly because she wanted to learn the most about it, the way it was taught, and the different spells you learned, well it captured her interest more than any other. Her least favorite had to be potions, Professor Snape was a harsh teacher, and his pressure that he put on them all made it a bit harder for Kirsten to get the potions she was attempting right. She usually barely scraped by in that class, and taking the grade of Acceptable was quite alright with her.
Flying was an interesting course for the blonde girly girl. Taking it her first year she was quite nervous about letting her feet leave the ground, and then she was nervous about hitting a tree, or crashing, or hurting someone else. She didn't fly very high but she loved the flying in general. Once getting over the initial fear she tried pacing herself, starting off small and taking baby steps.
Her first term ended quite well and she left for the home she loved, and a summer that would turn into a routine. Still taking dance her parents explained away her disappearance as going to a private school that was an all year round school. So she took the summer dance program, and even got the offer to teach little kids in the smallest category to dance. It was fun and a great ways to spend her summer it was something she could get used to that was for sure. Sure she didn't get the best adventures of summer that she could tell excitedly about to her friends, but she also didn't care. She was her own person, and if dancing and teaching little kids to dance was what she loved and not whisking away on some epic vacation then so be it.
In her fifth year she got a very different surprise. Her mom and dad were about to have another baby. Kirsten was excited and in no way jealous of the little girl that was about to come into the world. She was 15 now so she was more independent, more welcoming of a baby and less worried about "losing mom and dad's attention." Gabriella Marie Montez, entered the world on December 20th. Picking up her dad's brown hair she was certain to be a beauty as she grew older, and she was Kirsten's new favorite thing in the world. During the summer's Kirsten took that baby everywhere with her, and it spent more time with her than with her parents. She took her to dance lessons, and the new little 5 year olds she had gotten loved playing with her during the breaks they got between lessons. Some people rumored it was her child, but it wasn't widely accepted.
Falling and getting into an accident over that summer she broke her leg and for the rest of the summer was unable to dance, and teach the students, not that she didn't attempt to until the owner told her to take it easy. In reality her leg was healed quickly but since she danced and was in a muggle community a lot during the summer, since her mother didn't want to lose ties with it, Kirsten had to put on the false front when in reality she could dance the night away and it only bother her slightly.
Returning to school was the hardest since that meant leaving her baby sister after a summer of bonding but she knew that she had to. But the now 6th year Hufflepuff blonde dancer had a bond at this school, and also at home. She had gained some friends over the years and was now thinking about what she wanted to do. Her owls hadn't been the greatest, she had taken Muggle Studies and had achieved an O in that exam, her only one. Charms she had gotten an E and the rest took an A. It was passing, that much she knew, and she needed to pick it up. She didn't know what she wanted to do with her life, so she needed the grades to do anything so once she knew her choice, she knew she could do it.
Jocelyn couldn't scream she couldn't say anything she couldn't tell anyone what was wrong. Unless someone was a mind reader, and even then they would only be able to hear Jocelyn's screams, Jocelyn needed help. She felt so helpless laying on the ground. She was a healer she was supposed to help people and now she was the one who needed help. Her skin, if that was what it was still, smelled horrific and stank of death. Jocelyn knew that the longer she went without help of some kind the shorter the chances of her making it through this. The fire, and the man behind it, had done its job. It effectively scared everyone to death and knocked off the healer that threatened the mad man's plans. Jocelyn felt it everywhere and didn't even want to imagine what would happen if he got worse. Jocelyn would rather everyone shut up, everyone just listen to him. If they didn't they would get hurt and even in Jocelyn's current state she would rather her pain and hurt be the last of it.
The chances of that happening weren't likely however. Joce felt Kenzie move the curtain thankfully for it was rubbing on her exposed pinkish/black skin and didn't feel the greatest. Neither did removing it but it felt better once the air hit it. The fire had licked at her cheeks but her own tears were stopping that from hurting as bad, her silent pathetic weak tears were actually a help for once. Jocelyn hated crying, she hated being weak. Jocelyn Forrester was anything but. She was a proud Gryffindor, a stubborn woman, and proud. She didn't like admitting defeat, she didn't like being defeated it. That was weakness and Joce didn't like showing she was weak. Right now though, she was weak very weak. Being demanded to get in a line Jocelyn thought to herself, How am I supposed to stand in a line is he so dumb that he doesn't realize what that fire did Luckily she didn't have to think about what to do for long as Kenzie untangled her from the curtain and helped her stand, more like did all the work. Joce didn't feel like making any sort of effort, doing so just hurt her. She could barely stand on her own let alone walk and her legs trembled from fear and pain.
Making their way to Miranda's office Jocelyn was slowing them down but she couldn't help it, it was his fault for setting her on fire in the first place. The stairs about killed Jocelyn and she had stumbled almost falling had Kenzie not tightened her grip on her arm and waist hitting one of Joce's painful burns issuing a wince as well as another short silent scream. Kenzie just picked her up and carried her then. Jocelyn felt like a doll she felt useless. Usually she would be worried about being too heavy for Kenzie to carry but she couldn't now, she had lost weight from the extreme amount of work lately and having your flesh burnt off taking everything with it burning muscle and skin and fat alike made you lose a bit more weight making Jocelyn even lighter. Her thigh was almost as bad as her chest and Kenzie noticed it as she was careful not to brush it with her hand or against the wall or anything as she carried her up the stairs.
Arriving in Miranda's office Jocelyn didn't feel anymore safe than she did downstairs. Kenzie had put her on Miranda's couch and asked their "god" as he was trying to play, to take off the Langlock spell. Kenzie was right she had needed help and she had to tell them the best she could what was wrong. That meant Jocelyn had to think, she had to turn on her healing brain. She knew her chest was the worse and she had lung damage from the smoke and the fire playing on her chest like a pianist played on a piano. Her thigh was the last place to be put out so it was pretty bad as well and looked like a different person's thigh compared to the other. It was much thinner than her other thigh, the fire had melted her flesh with a fiery vengeance taking the muscle and fat with it. It hurt so much that even now it felt as if the fire was still there. As soon as the langlock spell was removed everyone in the room knew it for Jocelyn screamed a hair raising scream of pain. It was one she had held in and had been screaming for so long that finally being able to utter it, didn't fell good, but let him know just what he did to her. Did he feel even slight remorse for setting her on fire? Did he even care that because of his actions a healer might die? Someone who had dedicated her life since she as 11 years old to helping sick people might die in his presence.
Kenzie was trying to help, Joce would admit she wasn't helping much by making her terrified to touch her but for that man to yell at Kenzie! That just pissed Joce off. Kenzie was trying she didn't have to talk as much to know, it was rather obvious what had happened and Joce couldn't answer as she would like not one that wouldn't terrify her best friend. That was what Kenzie was and she was sure seeing Joce like this wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Jocelyn wasn't going to let something happen to Kenzie because of Joce, she wouldn't. She would never forgive herself if it did especially if it meant that Kenzie had to feel even a third of the pain Joce was in. Turning her head to try and look at the pr*ck who had done this to her Jocelyn thought the words through, she didn't know how to say them only that if she didn't stick up for Kenzie no one would they were too afraid but Joce well she was stubborn as hell and Kenzie was trying, she was doing her job he obviously didn't understand how hard it was to heal something that was so bad one didn't know where to start and she had to try and peel the melted clothing from her wounds, something that Joce didn't want to happen that was the most painful thing minus the acid that she had to be covered in later on.
"Sh...sh...shu...shut...up! Leave...her...a...alone." She said stopping to calm her trembling lip or to take a moment to catch her breath, simple words were taking it and with her lungs not agreeing with her talking, every word was a struggle. She didn't care what he did to her now, he had already set her on fire. She was wondering however what happened next. She figured that was what everyone was asking themselves. Why them? Why today? What had they done to deserve this? What was next? Who was next? Joce was asking herself one more question she didn't know if it was shared but to her it was rather relevant, How much longer can I last? She wasn't sure she just knew she wasn't going down without a fight, that would be against everything she stood for, and Jocelyn would remain true to herself from the beginning to the end, even if the end was shorter than Joce imagined.
Hey there! I'm Mandy. I'm 19, and I've been been role playing for over a year. I found LMCI through HFE. My favorite Harry Potter is all of them
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