Lydia Lunacy
Mae Silver
Auror
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(1/24/06 11:32 pm)
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Maebh Ni Treasaigh [Auror]
OOC
Name: Sia
Contacts: AIM-MyNameIsSia, thesia@gmail.com
Age: 19
Code: Hermione Granger
IC
Name: Maebh Daireann Ni Treasaigh
Nickname(s): Mae, Maebelle, Ni or MaeMae
DOB: August 29, 1986
Blood: Half Blood
Previous School/House: Hogwarts/ Gryffindor
Occupation: Auror
Physical Appearance:
Maebh’s long thick hair is usually pulled behind her ears with the exception of a few strands that cover her right eye. It reaches down toward the middle of her back quite unevenly lacking in sheen and full of split ends which she could care less about and has been tempted on more than one occasion to just chop it until its short enough to be easily managed. If her hair is not pulled back then it is worn in braids, corn rows or just a low ponytail. Her skin is light brown and often falls victim to her cousins Henna experiments; some days her arms will be completely covered in random forms and shapes that she’ll have to live with until the Henna fades away.
Maebh’s face is heart-shaped and her ears are small. Thankfully her forehead is small, just like her mothers. Thick and mostly untouched eyebrows sit above a pair of large close-set bright brown eyes which are framed by long eyelashes. Her eyes are possibly the only ‘striking’ feature on her entire person. While her left eye does look normal, she is blind in her right one and bears a misshapen burn scar from an accident during her adolescent years. There are a few red blood vessels that can clearly be seen in the white of her eye.
Maebh’s button nose is short and beneath her nose are a pair of thick soft lips and a chin that bears a small scar from a few months ago. Apart from her eyes there is nothing really interesting or standout-ish about her face. She’s just your average young woman with a slightly fat head (that’s what her brothers tell her anyway). Her short neck leads down to broad shoulders and a large bust. Her toned arms are accompanied by large square palms and long fingers. Her waist is short with well-defined abs and her hips are wide or ‘child bearing’ size if you’re her mother. Her legs are long and her ass doesn’t look too bad either. Maebh could be considered tall for her age standing at the height of 6'2". She has never been sure about her weight (160) and she doesn’t care enough to get an exact number.
The usual look that is worn on Maebh’s face is one of general apathy or placidness. When aggravated enough her facial expression quickly turns into a twitching eyebrow and a snarl, showing off pearly white teeth that will bite at you if they have to. Most of the shirts she wears are tight fitting while her jeans fit loosely. For work purposes she owns two cloth robes that are black in color. They are simple and don’t really keep the cold out though. She only owns two pairs of shoes: boots and running shoes.
Personality:
Maebh is a loudmouth which can be slightly irritating. She is willing and able to readily express her usually unpopular opinion in not so nice words whether someone wants to hear it or not. She likes to think of herself as a natural born leader who lives in a world full of possibilities. She sees all sorts of challenges just waiting to be surmounted and she wants to be responsible for surmounting them. It doesn’t take much to set Maebh off and it is quite apparent that she has some anger issues in need of being worked out. Even though she knows it doesn’t take much to set her off, it pisses her off even more that she can’t do a damned thing about it. When Maebh’s patience is tried, she becomes quite harsh. Not being naturally tuned into other people’s feelings has its disadvantages, one being that she doesn’t believe that she has to tailor her judgments in considerations for others. She has difficulty seeing things from outside her own perspective and has little patience with people who do not see things the same way she does. In the absence of awareness Maebh will become an intimidating and overbearing individual. These things can become a real problem for her because she may become deprived of important information.
Maebh is extremely territorial when it comes to food. If you get your hand or other appendages anywhere near her meal it will most certainly come back with a fork, straw or spoon stuck within it, a defense mechanism that was instilled in her teen years in order to keep her brothers away from stealing her food. Many of them sustain scars from her teeth. If she misses, consider yourself lucky. The same thing might result if you get into her personal space, or she will glare at you with all the hatred of one thousand burning corpses. Being the rugged individualist that she claims to be, she will more than likely solve things with her fists. Currently Maebh is attempting to work on her personal space issues. She’s doing okay so far. Sort of.
Despite anger issues, ego, and her loudness Maebh can be a nice person. She enjoys interaction with most people and she finds lively conversation about music, sports and food to be satisfying. She is quite capable of team work if convinced, and once you’ve made friends with her you’ve got a friend for as long as you can tolerate. When it comes to her friends she can be aggressively protective of them. If you pick a fight with one of them, expect to get hell from her, or if they can fight their own battles, you’ll just get a few dirty looks.
She holds sentimentality somewhere deep within herself and these sentiments can sometimes be very powerful to Maebh, but she will likely hide it from general knowledge, feeling to be a distraction from bigger things at hand. Because non-angry fueled emotions are not where Maebh functions well, she may sometimes make judgments and hold onto submerged emotions which are ill-founded and inappropriate, and will cause her problems.
History:
Maebh Daireann Ni Treasaigh was born August 29th, 1986 in Blackrock, Dublin, Ireland in the home of Aedammair, a muggle and Ultan Ó Treasaigh, a wizard. She was born, unexpectedly, three days before her original due-date. Her birth was a difficult one that involved a lot of pushing, swearing, and damp wash clothes. It seemed that little Maebh wasn't quite ready to leave the womb just yet. Growing up in a household that mainly consisted of males (six men, two females), Maebh’s mother decided to give up on the fight of turning her little girl into a fine, young woman with manners and class. She was very enthusiastic about it at first, she had planned it the day after her little girl was born. Aedammair wanted to start with lovely sun dresses and end with sipping tea by the fire on a cold, winters night. It was kind of sad that mother Aedammair got her hopes up.
It seemed that every time Maebh was allowed freedom to go and play outside with her brothers, she would almost always come back in with scraped knees’ and elbows or a mud spot on her nice, new sun dress. Lovely. That certainly put a stop to her mother wasting money on dresses. From now on it would be cotton shirts and jeans, and of course, Maebh was very happy with the change in apparel. It gave her more freedom to run around, and she was able to keep up with her older brothers when they went on their escapades to the lake and other places. Cut to a few years later: Maebh is now nine years old and still seemingly perfectly normal. Both of her parents begin to worry about their daughter, seeing as in the past, at nine years of age, Maebh’s older brothers had always shown signs of magic in small ways: A levitating cup here or there or things ending up where they weren't supposed to be, most of the time in their children's possession, but Maebh was somewhat different in this case. Her parents, worried that she would turn out to be a squib, urged her brothers to help bring the magic up to surface.
Of course, her brothers were more than happy to oblige. They had plotted to take her out to the backyard and throw basketballs at her. They figured that, usually, when a witch or wizard thought they were danger, their powers would come to surface. Sadly, things did not go as planned, which resulted in Maebh crying and being pissed off at her brothers. Her brothers, of course, were grounded for a few months due to their 'brilliant' idea. Naturally, for the next few days, she did not talk to either of them. The next few days went by well for someone who wasn’t speaking to half of her family. It was on the fifth day, when she decided to talk to her brothers again, that a horribly painful injury occurred. One of her brothers gets the bright idea to grab a lighter and a can of hair spray. What ensued next was a lot of screaming and crying as well as her innate wizarding ability. It was when various solid objects began to fly at her siblings that her wizarding ability shined through. Aside from the explanation by her parents of what exactly she was and where she would end up going, this event wasn’t very life changing (though she has a small aversion to fire) and she only had to wear a giant white bandage around the right side of her face; the hair that had been burnt had grown back in record time as well. Maebh now uses this event to get her brother to run errands for her (“Hey, do you remember that time you set my face on fire? Yeah.”).
The shock of it all had not actually dawned on her until she had to actually leave for Hogwarts when the time came. She didn’t talk to anyone on the train ride there and, quite frankly, the sorting hat scared the hell out of her, when it started talking. Slowly but surely Maebh began to get used to her new surroundings. The events going on during Harry Potter’s 6th year had yet to reach her ears, even though happened to have been sorted into Gryffindor. Even though she was somewhat used to her new surrounding, she was having a hard time making friends. For the first time in her life she was feeling extremely shy. Her second year wasn’t going any better, what with the second war/ Harry’s 7th year coming about. In those days she stayed mostly in doors, only leaving to go to class and eat lunch.
It wasn’t until her 4th year that Maebh began to make her way back to being the loud tomboy she was at home. As a step forward she joined the quidditch team as one of the Beaters alongside Cyrus Archer, but they only knew each other as the blond boy with the crazy hair and the girl with the scar. They worked well for people who never got to know each other outside of quidditch.
In her fifth year she began to (ahem) develop. Aside from being toned from the constant quidditch practices, she began to develop in the chest and height areas. She didn’t mind either of these much, but running became annoying and quite painful and being 5'9" at the age of fifteen wasn’t that fun. Damn genetics. Maebh had become so used to parading about with her hair done up after quidditch practice that she began to do it during schooling hours, leaving her scarred eye exposed for the world to see. During a Potions class in her fifth year, a bothersome student had been poking fun at her eye throughout class when she chose to wear her hair up. Not being able to take his annoying voice anymore, she stomped over to where he was situated and promptly punched him in the face. Several times. While spouting very crude language. She didn't stop punching the boy until she saw that his nose was broken and his face was swollen. Of course she had a month’s worth of detention and she couldn't play quidditch for a while, but from that day forward, people were more aware of the fact that she wouldn't take people making fun of her any longer.
When the time came for the fifth year student’s to choose their careers, Maebh had her heart set on becoming an auror. She had read all about them in books, and admired what she heard about them from people. It is safe to say that she worked hard for the next three years, scoring very well in her OWLs and NEWTs. Because she had managed passable marks in all of her required subjects by her seventh year, she soon went on to become an auror in training. Things weren’t as exciting as she thought they would be and stealth was damn hard to learn and she’s still quite bad at it. After Maebh had officially become an auror there wasn’t much to do except look over old files and lay around in the office. Occasionally there would be training sessions held and she would actively participate in those but aside from that and the drama that had unfolded during Halloween she basically sat around. Sometime after that she was sent off to do some menial task and after that she decided to take advantage of her time off that had rolled over. During some of her vacation she helped her mother set up a bakery and even learned how to cook a few new things. It wasn’t until the Death Eaters had made themselves known that she decided to cut her vacation (which was also boring) short.
Roleplay Sample:
Mae was really tall, and no one would deny that fact. Taller than most of the girls on the volleyball team as well as most of the girls in all of her classes. She was a bit intimidating to boot, but most of the intimidation was unintentional, really. It was mostly when she was loud, but that was only when she was really, really into the game. All thoughts aside, Mae was unhappy. Quite unhappy. If it wasn’t for the striped (gyrffindor colors, bitch!)scarf that was covering a good bottom portion of her face, one could see the giant frown that had formed. It was cold, and she was bundled up with nothing but a scarf and an old brown jacket which was a hand-me-down from her eldest brother.
The coat wasn’t necessarily doing the job, but it was better than walking around without one. Mae glared down at the bright pink basket that she held in her hand. It was filled with all sorts of goodies from her parent’s bakery, and today it was her job to go around to all of the different stores and advertise. Why not get some other family member to do it? Three out of five of her brothers had that weird triplet thing going on where they talked at the same time. Loads of people thought that it was cute and funny, but Mae supposed they were getting a bit too old for that. Facial hair and all of that. Sighing, she entered the nearest store, the bright pink basket in tow.
Ah, yes, it was definitely warmer inside of whatever bookstore she had walked in to. No one seemed to be at the front, so she supposed sitting and waiting would be in order. She took a seat in one of the benches, removing her scarf that clashed violently with the ugliness that was her hand-me-down coat. The thought of removing her ugly coat had crossed her mind, but she remembered that she didn’t have very nice words written on her shirt. In fact, all of what she wore definitely did not go with the bright pink basket she was carrying. Blue jeans torn at the knee’s, snow and dirt covered boots and a black shirt that said ‘SASQUATCH’ on the front in bold white letters with what appeared to be a brown Sasquatch on the back in some sort of weird dancing pose. Eventually she took off her jacket, tossing it over her scarf.
Now, to work the snow out of her hair.
Lenny looked up from the smut book he had been inspecting (he was reading some of the inside pages for its literary value...of course), when he heard the door bang open. And between this visitor's frame, clothing, and face, it was impossible for Lenny to mistake Mae Silver when he saw her, even if he had only transferred to PPHS that year. She always struck him as too loud and dynamic to possibly ignore.
Plus, he knew she worked a few stores down at the bakery, the one with the crappy cookies but otherwise good selection, in Lenny's humble opinion. She was taking off her winter gear and rubbing snow out of her hair, and he could only hope she wasn't getting the bench drenched. He hated cleaning those stupid things. And between Mae's profane shirt and the gothic chick's colorful 'TITS!' top, Lenny felt like a damned prep in his modest green soccer tee and khakis.
"Hey, can I help you or something?" he called, slightly irritated by the intrusion and waving his hand in case she didn't see her. God knows how that tower of a girl missed him and the goth in the first place...and that's when he saw the pink basket. His face betrayed a confused stare to the basket, then up to Mae, someone he thought was one of the least likely people to be in possession of such a cute thing.
Mae didn’t really want to be helped with anything, really. She was kind of looking forward to no one being in the bookstore so she could go away and burn the dreadful pink basket that was spawned from Satan’s ass hole. Sighing, she discontinued rubbing snow out of her hair and looked up. The boy her brown eyes had landed on looked vaguely remembered, but Mae usually never spent time after school to make small talk with people. If she wasn’t participating in sports, she’d be at home sleeping, at the bakery, or pimping the bakery’s goods. Heh, pimping. “Yeah,” She answered in the most unenthuzed voice ever. Well, it wasn’t Mae’s fault. She repeatedly told her mother that she was not good at pimping foods and her disposition was not as cheerful as everyone else’s. “Well,” she started again, occasionally glancing down at her pink basket.
“As you can see I —“
"Um, excuse the interruption, but are you selling those?"
Well, God dammit. She’d have to start all over again.
Her right eyebrow, thankfully hidden by a massive amount of hair, twitched momentarily before her attention turned to the girl that had just approached. Of course, Mae made no attempt to smile because it was just too cold and she wasn’t quite fond of it. Now again, from the top. “No. I’m not selling. They’re free though. I’m just supposed to go around and offer them to people. Pimping and what not. You’re welcome to try whatever,” She said partly to the girl and to the boy who had offered help, sort of. “Uh. Right.” Mae stood up, everything instantly becoming a lot smaller. Sometimes she hated being tall. “Well, I made some sugar cookies and some chocolate cake. There’s some other stuff in there if you want to look around a bit. I guess.”
[taken from a sailor moon RPG >.>]
Celebrity Avatar:
Rosario Dawson. I'll will probably end up switching between her and my drawings of actual Mae.
[It's a reapplied character with an altered name, but still the same Mae :0]
Edited by: Lydia Lunacy at: 1/25/06 12:20 pm
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