DUPONT, Phoebe

[Phoebe Dupont]

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NAME: Penny
AGE: 15
TIME ZONE: Australian Eastern
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Looots.
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WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: PM works.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Too many. LEAVE ME ALONE, THIS IS A GIRL.

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Phoebe Victoria Dupont
"Phoebs"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Sixth
AGE: Sixteen
DOB: June 7th
RACE: Caucasian (American/Scottish)
GENDER: Female (GASP)
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Mahogany, nine and a half inches, core of kelpie hair.
BROOM: Cedar broom handle, oak twigs. A Scottish-made broom that Phoebe jokingly dubbed the 'Loch Ness Monster', though its real name is the 'Stratus'.
PET: A scrawny little grey owl named Jeebers.

APPEARANCE:
For someone as crazy as she is, Phoebe's appearance doesn't really reflect it all that much. That's probably a good thing, mind you. She's actually sort of pretty, if you think about it- not in that classical, tall Grecian-looking beauty way, but in that 'I spent my childhood beating up my brothers and came out on top' way. Unusual, yes. Bad? No. Sure, just by looking at her you wouldn't think that she could twist her eldest brother's arm behind his back and make him beg for mercy, but she can, and it'd probably be best not to test that theory. Frankly, she's pretty tiny. Standing at 5'1", she's realized that being short isn't exactly the most convenient thing in the world. For one thing, she always has to get her jeans and skirts taken up. That annoys her. Apart from that, though, there's not much to complain about, since genetics have blessed her with, whilst not necessarily a 'dainty' figure, an undoubtedly lithe one at the very least. She seems to be quite slender, and this, coupled with her height, makes her look as though a rather strong wind could blow her over. Let's just leave it at the fact that appearances can be deceptive, though- it'd probably take a hurricane to move her anywhere she didn't want to go of her own volition.

As a little girl, she took up violin as an instrument (to the amusement of her friends, who thought that the idea of a Scottish person playing violin was priceless...though Phoebe reminded them quickly that it was an Irish stereotype) and as a result of playing for so long, has surprisingly flexible wrists an arms. They're also rather strong, which goes without saying. Most people take for granted the strength of a violinist's arms, but Phoebe's never hesitated to remind her brothers of the fact that she can hold her own in a little fight. In any case, she's also a dancer (ha, ha, yes, her friends like to joke about the fact that she's a 'tiny dancer')- swing, to be precise. The girl has rhythm, but unfortunately the only time she's ever graceful is when she's dancing. If she's not tapping her feet to music, she's tripping over them. People always marvel at how she manages to fall over thin air since she's so short, but she tells them her center of gravity is faulty and that's that. As if things weren't bad enough, her feet are rather small, giving her even less reason to be so friendly with the ground. Since her hobbies don't require her to be forever outdoors, she's not crazily tanned, having acquired in her years a very slight, healthy glow that is the product of lots of hard work lazing by a pool.

Phoebs' face is often graced by a little, impish smile that, unlike most of her other traits, is all hers, and make no mistake, she uses it to her advantage as often as possible, reasoning that 'if you've got it, flaunt it'. In fact she believes this of all of her features, though her definition of 'flaunting it' is probably not the same as that of a sane person. That's another story, though. In any case, her face has been described as many things, 'cute' and 'angelic' amongst them. Irksome descriptions, but Phoebe can't deny that sometimes they apply. She has a slightly round-ish face, offset by a proportionate, and dare it be written, 'button' nose. Most eye-catching about her face, though, are her eyes. Certainly, they're not vibrant blue or green, and they're definitely not unusual and gret- they're just brown. Plain brown. They're very dark, though, and she has a direct, challenging gaze that she has no hesitation turning on anyone. For all people find her to be 'cute' because of her size and smile, the way she looks at people issues a challenge to just about anyone who's up for it. It can actually be a little disconcerting. Phoebe is very fond of raising her eyebrows in a look that practically screams sarcasm. She does it often.

Her hair, like her eyes, is dark brown, and, depending on her mood, she either straightens it or lets it hang naturally. It comes down a little way down her back, not quite reaching mid-back but by no means short either. Though vanity is a sin, Phoebe has to admit that she's kind of proud of her hair. It's rather soft to the touch and doesn't require much management at all, which she supposes is a good thing.
FACE CLAIM: Leighton Meester

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
In one word? Crazy. Not as in 'mental ward' crazy, no- Phoebe can be a lot more dangerous. She likes to think of herself as being a little wild, a tad bit sassy and overall? Not afraid to be herself. It's definitely safe to say that 'herself' is not like any other person at all. She speaks her mind all the time, often without realizing that she's expressing her opinions at all. Quite a straightforward girl, she'll be completely honest with people and tell them the most insignificant things- whether it be that their hair looks bad, their shoe-lace is undone, or that they're really pissing her off so they'd better get lost before she remembers where her wand is. She doesn't pretend to be the best person in the world, because really, she's not, but surprisingly, when she doesn't have her acerbic sass scaring people off all over the place, she's actually kind of sweet. Even more scarily, she doesn't actually have a very bad temper at all. In fact, she's rather mellow (if not very opinionated) most of the time, only getting very angry or aggressive when her friends or family are being insulted or hurt.

Yes, her family. Despite the fact that the better part of her childhood was spent beating on her brothers and showing her sisters how to do so too, she absolutely adores them. With an abundance of siblings- eleven, to be exact- she's spent her whole life surrounded by people, and her family are definitely the ones she loves most. Even if it is a weird kind of love that manifests in using brothers as punching bags. In any case, having been around so many people for all her life has given her a kind of social grace that is surprising- well, she has to make up for not having any physical grace somehow. She's able to handle most situations with a level of diplomacy (if not for sarcasm and slight flippancy) that is surprising, and there's no doubt about the fact that she's tough and can hold her own. Used to being bullied by her older brother when they were younger, she's pretty good by now at standing up for herself, and her upbringing is probably one of the reasons she's so at ease with herself. After all, amongst twelve children there aren't many secrets, however embarrassing some of those secrets might be.

Of course, Phoebs is shameless. She's not ashamed to be a little wild and crazy, whether it be getting up and dancing spontaneously on a table, or running down a street wearing less than it is proper. Basically, she loves to have fun and brings a general sense of enjoyment to her group of friends as a result of that. The worst mistake someone can make with Phoebe is to dare her to do something absolutely outrageous by society's standards, because the truth of it is that...well, she'll probably do it without hesitation. Intelligence wise, Phoebe is actually pretty smart, and she rakes in rather good grades overall, which is actually a shock to most people since she seems to be too flighty to have time to study. She's got a fair bit of tenacity to her, and certainly, if she sets her mind to getting something, it'll be hers by whatever means necessary. A bit of well placed cynicism here and there serves well, but Phoebe has a deep fondness for hearing and telling good jokes.
BOGGART: Being completely alone in the world.
PATRONUS: Flamingo
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: To have a family of her own whilst maintaining a good career- she's certainly not going to let some man bring in the bacon.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: N/A
BLOOD: Half-Blood
BIRTHPLACE: Oxford, Mississippi
MY FAMILY:

Dominique (Dom) Dupont - Father
Finola Dupont (nee. McTaggart) - Mother
Naomi Louise Dupont - Eldest Sister [22]
Frank Dupont - Elder Brother [19]
Oree (Wil) Dupont - Younger Brother [15]
ThelmaLou Dupont - Younger Sister [13]
Jebidiah Dupont - Younger Brother [12]
Abraham Dupont - Younger Brother [10]
Emma Faith Dupont - Younger Sister [9]
Darleen Dupont - Younger Sister [9]
Ethan Dupont - Younger Brother [7]
Noah Dupont - Youngest Brother [5]
Scarlett Dupont - Youngest Sister [5]

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Dominique Dupont had just started work as an Unspeakable when he met Finola McTaggart by quite literally running into her. It wasn't as though it was his fault, though he was a bit of a klutz normally. No, it was Thanksgiving and Finola McTaggart was new in New Orleans, fresh from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was also rip-roaring drunk. Now, Dom was a little bit of a party guy himself, and he certainly didn't mind a girl who could hold her liquor well, but he'd never ever seen anybody quite as sloshed as Finola was. She was just standing in the middle of the road, a vacant and slightly confused expression on her face and a bottle clutched quite protectively in one hand- though it wasn't as if she needed any more alcohol. Dom, rather anxious to get back home to a turkey and cranberry sauce, ignored her, figuring that she'd totter off the road soon enough in any case. As he turned to walk away, though, a rather awful screeching and beeping met his ears and he turned around to see an early automobile headed straight for the random drunk lady.

Dom rather expected Finola to hurl herself out of the path of the vehicle, but it seemed that she'd lost co-ordination of her limbs or something. Rather worried, now, the young man sprinted out into the middle of the road and rocketed into Finola, throwing both of them onto the sidewalk. Now, Dom was rather pleased with himself- he'd just saved a strange, random drunk lady. Not many people could say they'd done that on Thanksgiving, now, could they? Finola was furious, though. Why? He'd knocked her bottle out of her hand when he'd run into her and it had smashed into the pavement. After having been screeched at thoroughly for ten minutes that he'd just broken her last bottle and that he was a dolt who should have been watching where he was going, Dom, quite the random man himself, invited Finola back to his place for Thanksgiving dinner. Any sane woman probably wouldn't have accepted, but Finola probably wasn't sane, and she definitely wasn't sober. She did make him promise that he had more alcohol at home, though.

Dom never actually found out why Finola had been so drunk, but he discovered later that she had a habit of indulging herself on special holidays, though over the years she didn't throw herself into the activity with quite as much abandon. In any case, dinner went well and Dom rather spontaneously proposed to Finola soon after that. Before they knew it, they were up to their ears in children, Phoebe Victoria being the third. Having so many children should have put enormous financial strain on the family, but Dom's work as an Unspeakable and Finola's line of work in the Auror office raked in more than enough to support all their children. Phoebe grew up as the object of bullying by her older brother Frank (though he really did love her) and so instead, she grew closest to the sibling with the smallest age gap from her- Wil. They did practically everything together, and despite the fact that he was quiet, sensible and her polar opposite, they rarely ever had any fights at all. Phoebe still considers him her closest confidante.

Anyway, she began her schooling at the New Orleans Academy of Magic when she was eleven, following after her eldest sister and brother. She quite liked magic school, and naturally made a good number of friends. At the end of her fifth year, however, Dom was informed that his services were required in Edinburgh, and so he and the family promptly moved there. At first, Phoebe was quite miffed to be taken from her friends so abruptly, but she was also rather excited at the prospect of starting at Hogwarts, the former school of her mother and one that she'd heard so much about.

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RP EXAMPLE:
As Julian Cartwright:
He was already late. Was it his fault, really, that he'd gotten caught up in some...activities in the Gryffindor common room. Besides, Gloria probably wouldn't even show. His note had been pretty hastily scrawled, and he was fairly sure it was nonsensical, though he suspected it probably had conveyed the general gist of his thoughts- they rather needed to chat. Well, actually, they didn't really require a chat at all, but nonetheless for some reason he had been compelled to pull his quill out and write his rather commanding missive to her. It was pretty puzzling, actually, but he chose not to dwell on it as he traipsed up his dormitory stairs and changed from his Gryffindor robes into a white button up shirt and black trousers, pausing to roll the sleeves of the shirt up to his elbows. The place he was going- Madame Puddle's or something...he wasn't quite sure, was the only spot in Hogsmeade that they'd probably escape significant notice, or so he'd been told by a couple of truant sixth grades.

After having navigated his way through an overgrown secret passageway, he made a beeline for the little tea shop, pushing open the door with a egotistical flourish. The sight that met his eyes was horrifying. Was this place some kind of...romantic hideaway? Good Merlin, he didn't know what Gloria must've thought, getting an invitation to meet him here of all places. Spotting her, he strode quickly through the cramped space until he reached her. Sitting down with very little decorum on the chair opposite her, Julian felt something land on his head and raised his hand there, only to locate little pink cutout hearts dotting his hair. Giving a growl of frustration, he brushed them off (a few stray ones landing in Gloria's coffee) before propping his chin on one hand and responding to her with a, "Hey," of his own. He raised one hand impertinently and clicked his fingers once, causing an ever friendly Madame Puddifoot to come over and ask what he wanted. "A black coffee thanks," he asked, and then putting on his most imploring and charming voice, he added, "With extra cream, please?" As the suitably affected woman walked away, he called after her, "And get rid of these bloody cherubs who're throwing stuff at me!"

Turning back to the Ravenclaw as though he hadn't just accosted a forty-odd year old woman, the impertinent boy said, "So. What've you been up to lately?" His eyes fell to the catalogue that she was perusing, and the array of violently coloured gowns almost blinded him. Snatching the book up, he flipped through it carelessly a little, noting first the awful colours and then the exorbitant prices. "In the name of Merlin's tighty whities! They actually make gowns in chartreuse? You'd only wear one of those to a function if you wanted to make your date seasick." In disgust, he threw the catalogue down again and looked at Gloria disbelievingly. "Since when were you interested in fashion? What happened to the ponchos? Moreover, what d'you think you're doing, looking at those disgusting things?" His voice rose in pitch very slightly with each of his questions, making him sound quite comical by the end of his little tirade. Julian Cartwright was, after all, a very practical young man.
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[Lan Dawkins]

LOVE IT!
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[SORTING HAT]

Ok. Like I told Penny in a pm: THIS IS THE LAST AMERICAN ALLOWED AT HOGWARTS. Sarah was right and it's gotten WAY out of hand. I repeat, LAST AMERICAN.

That being said, I do believe I can't wait to see these threads. Have fun!

[Alexandria Perret]