Post by carolyn anne porter on Apr 13, 2009 11:07:34 GMT -6
CAROLYN ANNE PORTER
[/color][/b][/font]"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give."
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] Car, Caro, Dragon Lady, Snow Queen, Hell on Heels
AGE[/color] fifty-six, june 22
GENDER[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Straight
MEMBER GROUP[/color] professor
CLASS YOU TEACH[/color] Character Development and Career Planning
PLAY-BY[/color] Meryl Streep[/ul]
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
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YOUR NAME[/color] Amber
EXPRIENCE[/color] 6 May, 2005 - present
CONTACT[/color] PM, MSN, AIM (both found in my profile)
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] red light district
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color] This is a start post from another site I'm on.
The dark gray clouds had been lingering for the entire week, but it was not until now that it had started raining. It had started first as a simple drizzle and then turned into a light rain. Now it was pouring down in great masses upon the grounds of Hogwarts and many of the surrounding areas out of sight from the grounds. This meant that the students would be confined to the castle unless they really wanted to have the fresh rain falling down upon them. Some people were like that and enjoyed feeling the cool rain on their skin and could be found outside when the rain came down in large masses. Carolyn, however, was not like that and could rarely be found outside when even the sun was shining. She was more of an indoor person and preferred looking outside at those who enjoyed the sunlight or the rain. She would enjoy it that way.
Because most of the students had been confined to the castle on account of the rain, Carolyn was walking around that Saturday afternoon. The castle was mostly quiet with the exception of sounds coming from a few rooms, those like the library or the Great Hall. The only assumption that Carolyn could get was that maybe the students had all retreated to their common rooms and that they were doing their homework. The remainder of the students, those that were on the outside of the castle, were probably just walking about the grounds near the lake or hanging out with their friends on the Quidditch Pitch; some of the teams liked to practice in the rain to get used to the conditions under which they sometimes had to play. They were smart students, though, and used the charm to keep water off their glasses and their faces. Carolyn had taught them that.
The woman's slender legs carried her from her classroom after one of her lessons and a few yards down the corridor. This was definitely not her most favorite job in the world, but most of the other professors slacked off a lot of times. They had papers to grade or "more important things to do." That was the biggest difference between Carolyn and her colleagues: she got her work done on time or ahead of time, which ultimately left more time for her to spend with herself or those around her. When she had no work to do, she would spend time helping her older students who were struggling or making sure students served their detentions. She would sometimes go to her home, in Hogsmeade, and just enjoy being at home. Sometimes Samuel would join her, which always seemed to bright her day. But Carolyn knew that Samuel would not be coming home at the moment; he was in Germany working with people over there about some magical laws. Carolyn could only understand a small extent of his work, and that was the way it needed to be.
Carolyn continued to walk along the corridor. With each step the aging woman took came a the loud clicking noise of her five-inch heels against the stone floors beneath her. Everyone knew that the clicking of heels in such a manner could only mean one thing: the Dragon Lady was coming. Most of the people called her that, or an assortment of other names, but they never thought that she knew about it. Of course she knew that people called her these unnecessary names, but she never said anything. Actually, she quite liked being called things like "Dragon Lady" and "Snow Queen." It only proved that she was doing her job and that she was doing it well. This made a small smile grace her face.
As she reached one of the large windows in one of the corridors, the woman stopped and leaned over onto the sill; her backside was poked out into the corridor quite a bit, not like it mattered because there was no one else there. The rain was coming down really hard outside, and it was beating against the windows in a violent manner. The water looked like waterfalls as it traveled down the glass of the window, only to drip off the outside sill in the same violent manner that it was coming down. A sudden clash of thunder and a sudden flash of lightening caused Carolyn to jump, out of surprise and not out of fear. She blinked some and stepped back from the window but remained there in the corridor, staring up at the sky with somewhat interested eyes. She was pensive, and her blue eyes made this obvious. You'd think that after fifty-six years the woman would have nothing else to think about, but this was not the case. The longer Carolyn continued to live, the more she seemed to have to think about. She shook her head and sighed faintly. Sometimes she wished that she could stop thinking of things, like her husband, children, and grandson. She wondered when she would see little Davy next; she missed him. The thought of his grinning face made her smile lightly to herself.
The woman stepped closer to the sill and placed her hands down upon it. Her nails clicked gently against it in a somewhat impatient manner. She relaxed a little bit and leaned over as she had previously been doing. Her body was gently curved as she stood there, her heeled feet flat on the floor, though her legs were crossed to help support her better. Her deep blue eyes peered out the window and into the faint darkness that was created by the dark gray clouds above. Another sigh escaped her lips as she stood there. And it was then that something caught her eye - a reflection in the glass of the window. The woman straightened herself to stand at her full height, plus the five-inch heels, but continued to look out the window. She would just stand and wait until the person standing behind her spoke and made his or her presence obvious. A small smile appeared on her face as she waited, but it quickly faded as she realized that the person could probably see her face reflected in the glass. She wasn't about to let someone see her smiling. She wasn't about to let people see that she had a "good" side.[/color]
CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
