June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
Name: KT Contacts: corruptedgrlsct (AIM) and you can EZMail for my email. Age: 25 (but a mature 25) Code: Hermione Granger.
IC:
Full Name: Morgan Elisabeth Dodd. Nickname(s): to her face? None. She has a few less than flattering nicknames that get bandied about behind her back, which I’ll reveal as time goes on. DOB: October 31, 1992 (I think my math is right) Year: sixth year. Blood: muggle born, although there is some witchcraft in her past.
House Preference: Slytherin Why:
Somewhat surprisingly, Morgan has an extremely well developed sense of right and wrong and she firmly believes that people who do bad things (or cross her) should be punished. What gets her into trouble and makes her a fitting Slytherin, is her Machiavellian belief that the ends justify the means. This means that there is very little she won’t do, killing someone might be beyond her at this point, to ensure that bad guys or her enemies get their comeuppance. If, for example, a girl were to steal her boyfriend (and steal could mean anything from actually stealing him to dating him months after Morgan dumped him) Morgan would have no qualms about ruining the girl’s life in as many ways as possible.
This Machiavellian approach to life also translates over into school work. Grades are the end and Morgan feels she is perfectly justified in doing whatever she has to in order to ensure a favorable achievement for herself, be it cheating or sabotaging a rival’s project. After all, getting good grades is the only reason to go to school. In the concept of the war in the wizarding world; it is unlikely that Morgan would side with the Death Eaters but she might very well suggest that the “good guys” employ questionable tactics in their fight against evil, up to and including the use of the Unforgivable Curses (save, probably, the killing curse).
Morgan is also a big believer in the idea of utilitarianism; e.g. the greatest good for the greatest number of people. This is a seemingly fine personal philosophy but often times Morgan feels as though she and she alone, knows what action will serve this purpose. If anything were going to sway her to the dark side it would be someone convincing her that it’s the only way to impose her will (which is really in everyone’s best interests so imposing it is alright) on the “littles.”
Physical Appearance:
While Tanner Dodd is taller than, or at the very least of, average height and broad shoulder his sister Morgan is not. Morgan is barely 5’1” though she’s fiercely protective of that one inch, as anyone who’s ever asked “are you even five feet” can attest to. Morgan is also sprightly, although small, diminutive or elf like would work just as well, and while she typically weighs three bills (somewhere between 102 and 106 lbs) it does not take much effort or many missed meals to drop her to a less than robust ninety nine.
Unlike her brother, Morgan is relatively “straight,” i.e. her shoulders are not much wider than her hips. That overall slenderness of her body, combined with her slender but toned, arms and legs creates the impression of her being taller then she actually is. Morgan also shares with her brother the genetic predisposition towards flat, toned abdominal muscles. Many girls would use that as an excuse to wear belly-bearing shirts and tops but Morgan’s over developed sense of propriety gets in the way; it goes so far that Morgan won’t wear anything but a one piece for swimming.
In a perfect world, Morgan would have the motivation to get up every morning and do her hair. As it stands, she doesn’t and thanks to her brother’s devilsh influence it’s doubtful that she ever will. For the most part Morgan simply lets her hair fall where it may in layered waves around her slender face. An occasional fit of inspiration might result in a sloppily thrown together bun or a ponytail but those days are relatively few and far between. Morgan is most fond of hats; oversized ones, baseball caps she’s nicked from her brother, stocking caps, whatever really. When she goes out in muggle clothing, seventy five percent of the time a hat is one of her more important accessories. On those occasions she’ll cram her hair up into her hat and be “off like a prom dress.”
Morgan does not consider herself to be a girl of many faults; however, she is not fond of her forehead, which she considers to be overly large. If she were given the choice she would gladly swap her forehead for her brother’s slightly Dumbo-esque ears. Those, she figures, could at least be hidden behind her hair.
When it comes to style, Morgan’s muggle fashion sense has been heavily influenced by her brother. Her clothing choices are the same eclectic mix of skate-punk, geek-chic and Ivy League prep; however, she is much more conscious about matching and complimentary colors so her outfits don’t look quite as thrown together at the last minute. So what makes up a typical Morgan Dodd outfit; hip-hugging vintage (read: pre-torn jeans), a top of some variety, Morgan has a wide collection of “classic” rock tee shirts from bands such as; The Killers, Fall Out Boy, Rilo Kiley, Blink 182 and The Rolling Stones (of course they’re still touring, everyone knows Mick Jagger and Keith Richards are robots, as is Dick Clark by the way); or a ribbed tank top style men’s undershirt and K-Swiss trainers or Doc Martins. Morgan also has, as previously mentioned a wide and varied collection of hats; her favorites are an old and well worn (read: faded and sweat stained) Penn State University cap and an overlarge Andy Capp style hat. She also has a denim jacket of which she is quite fond. Another style choice that is heavily influenced by her brother is Morgan’s penchant for wearing belts with stylish belt buckles. Morgan has a handful, four or five, including one that doubles as a flask.
Personality:
Morgan’s sprightly size, laize-fair demeanor and thrown together appearance often creates the wrong impression about her personality. On first look many people assume she is perfectly willing to let the winds of fate and (mis)fortune carry her wherever they want.
Appearances and assumptions, however, can be misleading. Morgan is extremely focused and goal oriented. Not only does she know where she’s going but her road map is already dotted with every and all the intermediate steps for her to get where she wants to be. On more than one occasion this has gotten her into trouble with others because she knows, if they’d just let her, she could map out their lives perfectly.
The entire Dodd family uses teasing and humor to show their affection and Morgan is no exception. Her sense of humor, however, goes a step further, beyond playful mocking to the point of biting, cutting and wicked humor. There are people in her life who linger for seemingly no reason and while Morgan assures them they are her friends and vise versa, she often belittles them in the name of playfully humor.
Morgan has her share of issues and hot topics that get her blood pressure up; however she is not big on face to face confrontations. Therefore, people who get on her bad side by disagreeing with her opinions on that handful of issues often find themselves the victim of anonymous retaliation and personal destruction.
As previously mentioned, Morgan does possess a strong moral compass and a healthy respect for right and wrong. However, she is perfectly content to do awful things if, in her opinion, the victim deserves them. To her there is no problem sinking to the level of the enemy if doing so will result in a proper end. To Morgan the ends always justify the means, no matter what lengths or who she must hurt to achieve those ends.
History:
The Dodds are a fairly average American military family; a military mom, stay at home dad, two kids and the pets. Morgan has lived in ten countries in her relatively short life and while she considers herself American, she considers Chelsea to be home. Her parents still live in Chelsea, her mom is an attaché at the American Embassy and her dad is Mr. Mom for her little brother, Benjamin. Morgan’s older brother, Tanner, is teaching at a private school in London, while moonlighting as the lead singer of a band; Charlie Brown’s Brothers. The band is fairly popular on the London club scene, actually, so maybe it’s the other way around, fronting an up and coming band while moonlighting as a teacher.
Morgan was born, not coincidentally, in Morgan, California when while her mom was stationed at the US Navel base there. The Dodds only spent the first three months of Morgan’s life there, so Morgan’s first memories are of living in the Catalonia region of Spain. The Dodds lived in Spain just long enough for Morgan to say her first words before they moved.
Over the next three years, the Dodds moved a half dozen times never living in one place long enough for Morgan to even become halfway comfortable with her surroundings. At the time she hated having to move and at this point she realizes that it might not have been the ideal childhood but it probably made her a better person, she’s just not exactly sure how yet.
The next move took them back to the US; more precisely to Bethesda, Maryland. Her younger brother, Benjamin, was born at Bethesda Naval Hospital and because of that Morgan convinced herself that they weren’t going to move anymore. Unfortunately, she was wrong.
Not expecting the move to England made it all that much more difficult. For a year or so, Morgan hated England and she spent more than her fair share of time crying and throwing fits in a poor attempt to get her parents to move back to Maryland. Eventually it occurred to her that they weren’t going to move, no matter how many times she held her breath until she was purple and she finally tried, and then came, to accept the move. Now, in hindsight, she regrets being so immature because England has turned out to be a wicked awesome place, even before she found out about magic.
When the letter from Hogwarts did arrive, Morgan knew immediately that it was the place for her. Her parents were a bit more skeptical, after all there was no such thing as magic. Eventually, Morgan’s parents were convinced and she was off to Hogwarts’ School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.
As much as Morgan wanted to go to Hogwarts her first year was nearly a disaster. For as much as the Dodds had moved, Morgan had never actually been away from her parents or her brothers and for the first three quarters of her first year she was incredibly homesick. This made her increasingly peevish and sarcastic, which alienated more than a few members of her house. Eventually Morgan was able to overcome her homesickness and by the end of her first year she’d, more or less, repaired the damage she’d caused by being a brat.
Her second year was better and Morgan actually managed to turn some of the end of first year acquaintances into close friendships. She’s never been an overly gregarious person nor the type to have loads and loads of friends, she’s much more comfortable with a small, close knit circle and everyone else at arms’ length. Her second year passed without much fanfare. Morgan did have her first “boyfriend” since the one she had for a week during grade two but the relationship was strikingly similar. Like her previous attempt at dating it lasted all of a week and they held hands no more than three times.
Morgan’s third year was different. For one thing she was starting to go through all those happy changes that affect girls, for a while there was definite concern that hormonal Morgan was equal to bratty homesick Morgan. While she had the occasional row with her housemates, she never regressed to the level of house bitch, where she firmly resided during her first year. For another thing, for the first time since kindergarten Morgan’s best friend was in possession of a ‘y’ chromosome. Strange for her? Yes. But it seemed to work out because they had more than a bit in common. Surprisingly, that relationship was never fractured by the hormonal reaper that ruins so many intergender relationships at that age.
Morgan’s fourth year passed without any real excitement. For some reason, a reason even unbeknownst to her, she tried out for and failed to make the house Quiddich team. A part of her was really upset, partly because she’d only decided to try out to prove that girls were every bit as good as boys and partly because playing Quiddich would be wicked cool. In addition, Morgan had her second boyfriend and her first relationship that lasted longer then a week. This go round lasted a bit more then a month, long enough for Morgan to feel shattered when it ended but (oddly) not long enough for her to have her first kiss.
Her fifth year was not a barrel of laughs, OWL year never is but Morgan’s desire to become an Auror created an added level of stress because it meant she had to be on top of her academic game and actually learn the material because her sixth year would be a disaster if she was ill-prepared. Morgan tried out for the Quiddich team again and this time made the team, throughout the rest of the year that was both a blessing and a curse. Morgan loved the boost in popularity that came along with being a part of the House team but there were more than nights when she missed some kind of social function because of her work load.
Thus far, sixth year has been passable and the ups have been about equal to the downs. Granted, Morgan wrongly assumed that after her OWLs the professors would scale back the work load to a more reasonable level but at the same time she’s found that she’s enjoying her classes much more now that they are all subjects she’s interested in. Morgan did come down with a mild case of Dragon Pox but the fact that she was able to squeeze two weeks of missed classes out of a week long illness made up for that. The recent kidnappings have put everyone, Morgan included, on edge but she found the silver lining in the dark cloud when she realized there would be a need for Aurors after she graduates.
RP Sample:
If Morgan were somehow given the ability to make one specific sound disappear from the face of the Earth forever it would be the shrill shriek of her alarm clock. There was, in her opinion, no worse way of being rousted from the most practically perfect place in all of Hogwarts, her bed, than by the unabashed shriek of that clock.
Regretfully, reluctantly, Morgan’s hand snuck out from beneath her wonderful comforter and slapped at the snooze button on her magical annoyance box. “Just ten more minutes,” she mumbled to no one in particular. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her roommates were stirring and probably just as annoyed by her clock as she was. Magic was all well and good, in Morgan’s opinion, but someone should have drawn the line and taking alarm clocks that berated you for wanting to snatch a few more precious moments in bed. After all, Morgan mused; if you weren’t supposed to spend as much time as possible in bed why make them so comfortable?
When her ten more minutes were finally up, Morgan stretched, swung her bare legs over the side of her bead and yawned a great big, back arching, knickers flashing yawn. Her hair was all over the place, as usual, and as tangled as it was it took her thirty or so seconds to get a hand through it enough to brush it out of her eyes. For a split second Morgan found herself wondering if bald would be wicked beautiful.
The idea of herself bald was enough to elicit a small giggle that Morgan quickly muffled by burrowing her face into a pillow. Normally, Morgan was the kind to share a joke but trying to explain what lead her to think about herself bald would involve far too much brain activity for this early in the morning. Early morning jokes really had to be limited to mindless bathroom jokes or retellings of embarrassing events that happened in the last couple of days. Bald Morgan was neither.
Morgan finally slid off her bed and jumped a bit, her whole body jolted by her bare feet touching the not so warm tile floor. Glancing wistfully at her blankets, Morgan pondered wrapping herself in them and then trudging down to the lavatory for her wake me up shower. With the idea of mummifying herself in blankets pushed aside, Morgan grabbed her shower tote and threw on a pair of mesh Manchester United soccer shorts to cover up her faded pink knickers. Most of her roommates had already wandered off towards the bathroom leaving Morgan to make the too early morning walk all by her lonesome.
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