Jameson, Courtnei H

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Jameson, Courtnei H
Topic Started: Jun 20 2007, 07:51 PM (45 Views)
Courtnei Jameson	Jun 20 2007, 07:51 PM Post #1
{{a thousand clever lines_ Posts: 8 Group: Ravenclaw Member #399 Joined: June 20, 2007	Character Information: Basics Character's Full Name: Courtnei Hanna Jameson Character's Nicknames: Court, CJ Character's Age: 15 Character's Date of Birth: 18th January1982 Character's Year in School: Fifth Year Character's House: Ravenclaw Character's Wizarding Blood Type: Half-blood Character's Muggle Blood Type: AB+ Character's Wand Type: Cherrywood, 10 inches, Unicorn Hair Core Family Information: Character's Father's Name: Rauri Jameson Character's Mother's Name: Dancia Write Character's Siblings' Name(s): Sister - Harlequin May Jameson Brother - Jack Jameson Character's Pet: Cat, Tortishell Kitten called Mimi Character's Broom: Nimbus 2001 Character's Boggart: Dementors Member Title: {{a thousand clever lines_ Appearance: "So I guess I have pretty fair skin in certain lights. I'm certaintly not ones of those girls who go and sit for hours upon hours on the beach and tan; that really isn't what I'd like to be doing; I have better things to waste my oh-so-valuable time on. I'm slightly pale, but not vampirey pale and have a bit of pink to my cheeks. In the summer; I admit I get quite a warm tan to my skin. I have a button nose, that many people describe as "perky." I grew up the cute baby that everybody ran up to and pinched my cheeks and said how cute my nose was. This has not changed to my disliking and everybody who mets me that is "aged," metions my nose. It's slightly long, and curvy and it's just about the right size. A proper baby nose. So I got it pierced. I have big, oval shaped sea blue eyes which I take pride in. But they do occasionally change to grey or green according to my moods and how much I am working with my eyes.They are possibly my best feature ever and I love my eyes to pieces. They are covered by thick, long black eyelashes that curl easily and are made to look like they are "popping," by my usually thick black outline of eyeliner. My eyebrows are brown and slightly curved, and they are plucked and cared for. My lips are small and slightly powtish. I haven't got the best lips to my disliking and they aren't really on of my best features. My teeth are slightly straight and a nice shade of white. My heart shaped face contains all my wondrous features and is finished off with my hair-do which to say the least, is my favorite best feature. My hair is down to just past my shoulders. It's a sort of chestnutty colour, and I love it. When I was in London, I dyed it black juuust to experiment, but it looked really bad, so I let it grow out into my natural color. Eurgh. I had some pretty horrible colours back then. I weigh 8 stone, slightly on the smaller size but healthyish for my height of 5"5. I don't have long legs which is my down point and I wish I did. I have fullish thighs and a tight stomach which a little bump on my lower-stomach. My arms are slightly muscular and my fingers are sort-of long. I have a nice-sized chest, nothing to big and I come in at an average of a 32C. My fashion sense is quite vintage, I jsut lvoe sometimes to go emo, but I;m not emo. Nuh uh.. I like the black jeans that aren't tight, the flowery dresses and the jumpers. But I also adore my black rimmed specs for reading." Personality: "So what can I say. I guess you could say I'm a tad clutzy. Okay, maybe I'm a little bit more then just a tad but still- everybody has their mistakes and accidents, it just seems to everybody else that I make a lot more of them then everybody else which totally isn't true. Well maybe it is a tad. So I do fall up the stairs more then I fall down them, but isn't that a good thing? And maybe I should be a little more careful, but I don't set out to spill coffee over people or get dirty. It just happens. I don't chase accidents, accidents chase me." One thing to say about me is the fact that I have a sense of a humor and a good one at that too. I'm overal quite funny and can always make people laugh in bad cases, well most of the time. Sometimes I spit out random jokes that aren't even funny so they make people laugh, yup. I'm that awesome. Even if I have to make a fool out of myself, I'll make somebody laugh at least once a day. I just love to see other people smile, it makes the pain inside me go away for a bit. I guess thats where I got my label of the 'class clown' from, not that I mind it. Somebodies gotta suck it up and take the responsibility of it all and I guess that somebodies just me. Class A Dork. So I let people in. I'm soft on the outside, and ever softier in the inside so if you manage to get to that point. Congratulations I guess. Well no, not really. I generally like everybody, except of course if I dislike you. I do let a lot of people in, so don't be surprised if we're best of friends in three weeks. In fact, I'm usually close to people a lot quicker then that but count yourself lucky. This is a bit of a disadvantage on my behalf, as I often get hurt by so-called friends. I'm emotional so sometimes I expect my friends to be there, but just remember. I can let you out of my door just as soon as I let you in it. It works both ways. I'm hyper so I can be quite energetic when I want to but yes; I do sleep! shock horror. So I'm sort of the girl next door type character. I really do have a unique personality just like my look and I don't generally dislike people; unless your special. So I have a lot of energy waiting to come spurting out of me; I always seem to be on the go. I can get four hours of sleep and be up for two days straight. It's like I'm a coffee really. Thus making me very social active. I'm bubbly and sensitive. I really am. But I won't lose my bottle over silly things. I hardly spit the dummy out of the pram but when I do; you'll know about it. I'm easily attracted to nice, caring people and I can come across as slightly air-fairy. I can take critics and trust me; I'll give it back if you give it to me. I have feelings just like every other human so when I'm having an off-day, yes I might cry a little bit. Usually however, insults fly off of me like water does to a ducks back and I take them as they are given. Bring it on is all I can say. So I have self-confidence unlike some girls. It might seem a bit cocky and self-centered sometimes, but I really don't mean for it to be. I never judge people on their looks and don't expect to me judged back. So. I know what I look good in and I'm not scared to try out new things. I'm up for trying almost anything and everything; be it looks or jumping off of a house into a pool. Once again; bring it on. So if I have to say so myself; I think I am quite loyal. Of course it really depends on if I like you or not. I have the ability in graved into me that when somebody tells me a secret I need to lock it away in a box and throw away the key. This can be a good thing except for the bitching from friends. I really despise it when friends tell me something about another friend. Even if I keep it to myself; I don't generally like it and will often seem a bit distanced from the bitches and more close to the victim. If your looking for somebody to tell your secrets to; then I'm a good candidate. But if your looking for somebody to share secrets with; well that a different story. I guess I'm pretty secretive if I'm not uberly close with you. I guess its a bad thing that the secrets can't go both ways. Another part of me can be described using the "Three F's." What are they I hear you calling from the back? Well they are Flirty, Fun and Funny. Of course Fun and Funny sort of tie together but I could be seen as self-centered if I used fabulous couldn't I so I sort of dodged using that word. So anyway back on subject; I'm awfully flirty. Be it with the guys OR the girls. I don't even realize it must of the time. Its just that sometimes I get going with somebody; and add in a few compliments and hair twirling here and there and before I know it everybody tells me I need to stop flirting. If I say so myself; I am quite fun. I am always up for a laugh and will do most stuff you dare me to do. Like running around the mall with a pair of hot pants over my jeans and crazy stuff like that. I love smiling and laughing so I try to amuse myself and others around me a lot. I love cracking jokes. Half of the time; they aren't funny which makes them funny or you just don't understand them. It's just me and because of this; I make a lot of people laugh." History: "It all started pretty simple. My mum, Dancia had the most wonderful boyfriend. They were eighteen and were seriously in love, but growing up, she'd always thrived to be a model. This was something her boyfriend couldn't quite come to grasps with. They had a row, and the night they did Dee-Dee took herself to a modelling agency. Jonathon owned it. He was a player, a pimp and any other word you could use to describe a man who uses a woman. He promised her the world, they always do and he gave her a child instead. Two months pregnate and fighting to get back into her realtionship with Brendon, she sunk lower and lower into depression. Brendon just did not want her. So he left and fled London. Seven months later, a fatherless baby came into the world. That baby was my brother, Jack. Although she had noone, nothing to her name, she still continued to look after her newborn baby. He meant the world to her, and she soon managed to shine enough to get Rauri's attention. He was the dashing young bloke who came to her rescue. She was twenty. Without a penny or home to her name, she was struggling and he managed to see past the dirty clothes and the screaming baby. He took her in, but once again, the pretty young girl was mis lead. After a series of nights, he soon came to grips with the fact that she wouldn't be able to pay him his rent. She'd never promised to either, but one night he took her and made a fool of her. After he got what he wanted, he flung her out- and told her to take baby, Jack with her too. She was once again left with nothing. Months past, and something was wrong. Managing to get in contact with her mum, she told her she was pregnate again. The expected answer was that her mum didn't care, and that she was a selfish child who didn't deserve the babies she'd been blessed with, and Dee-Dee actually believed it. But her mum didn't say that, and instead took her in. Three months later, she went into labour. Too gone to get rushed to hospital, young doctor Timothy came. She'd been crushed too many times before. She didn't want to get left out on the sidewalk for the third time, but she knew he was different. He helped her give birth to my sister, Harlequin and myself. Mum says we were the most stressful things ever. Harlequin was born five months later then me but the whole twin labour experience lasted twenty-three hours for my mum. She says it was horrendous, I can't blame her. So Dee-Dee began to date Timothy. He was a lovely guy, he even helped care for Jack, Harlequin and myself. He was everything my mum had dreamt. Two years later, Timothy had been offered a job across the pond in Hollywood, USA. By this time, mum had fallen head over heels for him so she agreed. Life there wasn't much different. We lived in a big house, went to social events, my mum got drunk, but then the big blow came to us when Timothy lost his job. I was 10 at the time, so we had no choice to return to England and our life over there. And it wasn't pretty. For starters, my mom hadn't yet told Timothy her biggest secret. She had never told anyone except me and my brother and sister, and we were the ones who told her she had to tell him about her magical abilities. When the truth came out, he didn't know what to say. She was expecting a bigger reaction than what she got. he was fine with it, and he made a huge joke about it, saying that she could do what she wanted as long as she didn't turn him into a frog. And that was that. We were happy. But then there was the issue of school. Jack had attended a public school all his life, but when it came to Harlequin and myself, mom insisted that we attend a magic school. The year we were eleven, we left on the Hogwarts Express at eleven o'clock on the 1st of September, and we've returned ever since. Jack joined us soon after, once he had sorted his life out a bit and worked out that he wanted to learn magic. And here we are. 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