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Tammi Shild
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Name: Maya
Contacts: AIM: ariannaranger; YIM: athenadaiit; MSN: idiotinthepaperbag@hotmail.com; email open and ezmail as well
Age: 15
Code: Hermione Granger, half-blood, pureblood (sorry, forgot to change the code from last time)
IC:
Full Name: Tamara Shild
Nickname(s): Tammi, Mara, Shortie
DOB: August 31, 1991
Year: 6th
Blood: Muggleborn
House Preference: Ravenclaw
Why: Throughout the years behind her, Tammi’s one joy was, and still is, collecting information. To find a subject that interests her in the slightest and then learn all she can on it is not only her greatest joy but her only hobby. Studying is also a joy of hers, and has placed her in high regards with most of her teachers ever since she was five years old, going to a Muggle institution.
Physical Appearance: Tammi is at the ripe of her growth, standing at a grand height of 5’2’’, which has landed her the nickname of Shortie with most of her friends and classmates. Her weight clocking in at 114 pounds, her frame is considered small – not thin – for her body height. For her small frame, she can’t exactly be classified thin, but more of a slight chubbiness. For her age, however, she could be called thin by those were who were, well, not. The shape of her body is mostly hourglass shaped, slightly larger at the bust, thinner at the waist, and back out at the hips. The delicate face shape that was exhibited was ovalled, the nose placed artfully in the center with full lips underneath, in the spot they should be. Her almond-shaped eyes are a pale blue, so pale that they seem white, outlined in a small band of dark grey. Her skin a smooth tanned river against each and every bone that was shown, the very color of her skin proved that she could in fact, if she wanted, wear anything she wanted.
As much as she could wear what she wanted, there was the problem that she didn’t want to wear anything. She had her own style of clothing – a scoop necked black tee with a pair of jeans that matched how she felt that day, and she was ready to go with a pair of sneakers. Occasionally, however, she’d wear a skirt – black, of course, with a funky shirt – and on extremely rare occasions, a gown of some kind. All in all, she prefers her clothing casual and comfortable, but will occasionally trade it in for something that looks better on her than she likes it. No matter what clothing she wears, her favorites will still lie in comfort – an overly large t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants with turtles decorating the fabric rules her world.
A much darker shade than her skin, Tammi’s hair hangs down to barely a half an inch above her waistline. The color in itself is obviously brown, but so dark that in the right light, it looks black. She rarely takes time to style it other than straightening it and sometimes putting it up into a ponytail or bun. From a distance, the texture of her hair seems silky, soft, for that is what the texture really is.
Jewelry – if there is one thing that Tammi believes in, it is a lot of jewelry. From the moment she gets a new piece to add to the collection, she wears it. Currently, the count is 4 necklaces – a black beaded choker, a silver chain with a glittering mirrorball dangling from it, a small amethyst amulet that opens to be a container, and a small gold heart-shaped locket – as well as an assortment of rings. Also included in her jewelry outfitting is two bracelets – silver and purple beads, and a blue and green friendship bracelet that she made herself.
Personality: Through every tear and every year that passes, Tammi has developed her own personality, one that seems almost on the brink of insanity and at other times the most timid mouse. However, it’s a personality like that that’s usually accepted in general society, so she feels that she fits in decently well. No matter what people think of her, she tries her hardest not to fit her personality to the group she’s with at the time – if they have a problem with her as a person, that’s their problem. She figures that if she molds it too much, she won’t be the same person, and might be unacceptable to the people she calls friends.
To her friends, she’s a loyal, honest person – she knows that because of her past if you don’t have a trustful friend to tell everything, it tends to make everything a bit harder. She’d never betray a friend, even if it meant the end of her own life. If one of her friends does something to betray her, however, she tends to hold a grudge for a very long time. If nothing else, she’ll make sure that she gets back at that person at some point or another. However, her friends are her only ties to the world aside from her family, and she knows this – utilizes it when she needs to.
In truth, Tammi is a person who only lies to compromise the situation – she doesn’t like it, and reflects on it later, but if she feels it’s necessary, she’ll make sure that everything she says is a dead lie. To anyone she really knows, she only does white lies, such as disagreeing when someone asks her if a dress looks fat on them, and it does. On the lying scale, she lands somewhere in the middle, though she’s not the most convincing liar. If someone goes for one of her lies, either they’re drunk or extremely non-perceptional.
Convincingly, on the other hand, is her temper. Really, she doesn’t have one. She’s calm at most of the time, and the only time she blows up is if you insult her or her family to ultimate extremes – and when she blows up, she explodes. If someone pisses her off enough to pull out her temper, she may very well scream so loud that the earth shakes (overestimating). Once again, she gets revenge on anyone that makes her mad – she just hasn’t gotten around to her family yet.
Though she seems rock-solid on the outside, Tammi has her own weaknesses, some more overwhelming than her strengths. One of her main weaknesses is friendships – somehow, she seems to loose them faster than she can gain them. She never knows what she does, but for some reason people hate her or something of the such. Another of her weaknesses was her contradictions – if she had learned anything from her family in Plymouth, it was that contradictions were sometimes acceptable, or in her family, all the time. So she tends to contradict people when she first meets them, as a sort of sizing them up for friendship qualifications. Somewhat lesser to the other two weaknesses is the magical one. Being Muggleborn, she had to work to get to the magical expertise that she is currently at. No matter how hard she tried for the past six year, though, she had incredibly failed at the subject of Potions. She just isn’t able to put the right amount of certain things in – and in that case, she is horrible at cooking as well.
Her strengths are few and far between, in fact, there’s only one or two that stand out really well. For the past six years, Tammi has been working on every inch of her chaser skills. After all, David had taught her every moment that he could. The only thing between her and the ability to show her true strength is the fact she hasn’t worked up the courage to try out for the Quidditch team, something that she plans to do this year. Her ability to study and soak in information is another of her strengths, though it isn’t exactly one that shows in her everyday sightings. No matter how many other strengths she has, the one that’s the most evident at the current time is her magical one – she excels at both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies.
Hobbies and interests for Tammi are few and far between, aside from flying and studying. Really, the only hobby she has is picking details of things and holding them, just in case it does her some good. Occasionally, she does sketches, but it’s only when she sees something that doesn’t have much detail and is easyto transfer on paper – which, being in the castle, isn’t very much. She hasn’t quite learned yet how to detail sketches without them seeming to hold too much detail. So, naturally, Tammi is found quite often in a library somewhere.
She doesn’t have many favorite things at all, outside from a favorite type of music, favorite class, and a favorite color. Her favorite type of music is celtic, as strange as that might be, her favorite class Muggle Studies, and her favorite color lime green. She hasn’t searched around enough to find other favorite things, but in due time she’ll develop at least a favorite person.
Tammi doesn’t have very many fears at all, and the ones that she does have is a general one for the age range that she is. She’s never faced death, so she doesn’t fear it as other might, but rather her fears are more mundane. Spiders and thunderstorms are the only thing that she really fears, aside from loosing what’s left of her family that cares for her. However, those fears are small compared to the one that overwhelms her heart – the fear that one day, she’ll have to return to her family in Plymouth.
What she searches for in friendships and relationships is very basic – honest, trustful, nice, and have a sense of humor. Usually, she’ll accept someone for friendships who have deviating traits from that just to experiment, but never anyone in relationships who don’t have those three traits.
All in all, Tammi Shild is a very kind-hearted person who doesn’t have a problem with life at the current point in time. She’s very much a person who will sit down and listen to people when they have problems, and isn’t afraid to give her bit of advice at a situation. Sometimes, she doesn’t know how to react around some people – for example, she’s never had a relationship, so to others she’s a rather emotionless person. However, through all these things, Tammi doesn’t have a problem in just being herself.
History: Tamara Shild was born in downtown Plymouth, on the southern coast of England, on January 10th to Arianne and Karl Shild. The time within the first four years of her birth were the happiest times for sure, the times when her family was close, and loving. She was born the third child in the family, having a six year older sister named Jennifer and a two year older brother named David. Her brother and sister, at the young age that they were when Tammi was born, loved to play with her, and even at times hid her in places that their parents couldn’t find her without asking.
The week before Tammi’s fifth birthday, however, was a horrible one. Her father had decided to leave the family, the divorce papers being final just the day before she turned five. With him, David left her life, going with Karl to live in London – years passed before she heard from him again, but that’s later in the story. Weakly, the family continued to live on through Tammi’s first years at school, and Jennifer’s first year at high school. It was then, that almost everything changed.
One day in mid-November, Christopher came into their life. He was harsh, and mean to both the sisters, and yet their mother saw through this, telling them about how good of a man that he was. Through it all, the sisters watched her mother become an alcoholic, and in the end, marrying the man that they could stand the least in mid April of the year that Tammi was 7. The day that she turned ten was the day that their little sister, Lynette was born. She knew, deep inside, that the child would end up like her father – mean and cruel, and the two sisters wouldn’t like her.
It was the end of May that year that her older sister graduated from high school, and prepared to go off to college. Through it all, she watched her mother drift farther and farther away, paying attention to only the littlest of the family and not to the two that she had called her own only years before. Tammi was the only one that cried over the leaving of her sister, begging for Jennifer to take her with her to college. However, the social services wouldn’t let her without adopting her, and Jennifer wasn’t yet old enough nor qualified to take care of her sister.
Crying herself to sleep every night during June and July, the tears never lifted. She was alone at her home, and school was out for the summer – boredom took her. So, in order to get out of the house and alleviate boredom, she spent every day from noon to seven at the library, studying whatever she could find on any subjects she could find. Reading until there were no more books on the subject, she would move to another section that interested her. It was the beginning of August, when she received the letter from David.
He had just written to fill her in on how he had been doing, what had been going on in with their father, and then he gave the news. In a few days, a mysterious letter would be arriving to accept her to a school near London, and he said that they would be picking her up in a matter of days. Celebration was at hand. On August 20th, the letter accepting her to Hogwarts arrived. Excited at the news, she traveled to London with her father and older brother when they came to pick her up the next day. Her mother never realized she was gone.
The trip to their flat in London was filled with information. David himself had been accepted to the school two years before, and had been sorted into a house called Gryffindor. His father had been at the school many years before, though had been Muggleborn, and therefore kept the secret from his family very carefully. When David had been accepted was when he told a small portion of his family. David filled her in on all the small parts of the school until the day she arrived at Hogwarts, and learned all of it for herself.
Upon her first day at Hogwarts, the events were filled. Train ride covered with odd treats and weirder people, all friends of David, and then the Sorting. Upon recognition, she had been sorted into Ravenclaw – ‘for her smarts and intelligence’. Taking all of her first classes with ease, she carefully spent all of her free time studying in the Library, learning all she could of the world around her. It was different, nothing was the same from the world she had just left. Upon her first year, she learned of the rise and fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, carefully writing a letter to her father about it – as it turned out, her father had been there.
She spent the summer after her first year at Hogwarts with her father in London, not wanting to spend any time with the family she had left in Plymouth. He took her shopping almost every other week of the summer, getting outfits and other basic supplies while he taught her basics that he had never learned in class, over the summer. Sooner than later, the time for a new school year began – second year classes were more advanced than the first year ones, yet she still covered them with ease and came out in the top of her class. It was the second year at the school that she discovered Quidditch, and went to her brother for answers. After all, he was a Chaser on the team (she hadn’t known this before), and Quidditch was explained.
The year went by quicker than the one before, and Tammi found herself at home again, where she felt safe. By this time, she had racked up a few close friends, though they all were in her brother’s year. Her friends spent a lot of time over at her house, as well as her occasionally winding up at their houses. Summer went by as the one before, and school started again, this time her in her third year. Her obsession with Quidditch continued, as she studied as much she could on the sport and its history. Her third year also contained her first visit to Hogsmeade, as well as almost all of the elective classes that she could take. Her time slots were filled, so trying out for the Quidditch team was almost impossible.
With the amount of classes she had been taking, the year was the slowest ever – though she took care to stop by her Head of House’s office to get rid of the electives that she wasn’t too fond of. Fearing that she had failed her Ancient Runes final, she spent most of her time studying up on the subject that she loved the most, yet didn’t get entirely correct. Fourth year started, without a hitch. Teachers started their OWL preparations, and Tammi found herself working on more homework than ever before – it wasn’t until the next year that she truly learned what homework meant. After the year had passed, she learned that there was a reason why Charms was not only her excellence but her favorite class – all it was was merely memorizing. It was during this year that she also started a small Christmas custom, sending presents to her friends as well as a small box of chocolates.
The summer between her fourth and fifth year was hectic – her brother was running around the house like a maniac, trying to figure out what he needed for his final year at Hogwarts. Tammi tried to help him as much as she could, but as she was reading up on the OWLs that she had to take the next school year, it was hopeless to do both without straining herself or making a messed up sleeping schedule. So, as the summer winded to a close, she took time for herself – spending a lot of time in the Leaky Cauldron, meeting people and hearing their stories. It was an effective way to learn things that hadn’t yet been written in books, and sure as hell excited her. Spending time at Hogwarts that year was almost boring. Homework was the most hectic ever, and the fact that she had decided for a change of the better was a good thing. Spending all of her extra time staring at the fire in the common room, she found time to make friends in her house. Also, taking her OWLs was exhausting – how she survived, she never figured out.
The past summer, before the current school year, was almost nothing. She was maturing into a woman, spending more time with her father now that her brother was working on becoming an Auror, and had no time for the family any more. She found that one of her favorite hobbies was shopping, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. The beginning of the current school year heralded danger – homework was a mountain that she almost couldn’t climb, yet she seemed to get most of it down at first. By the time that December was reached, she was learning how to tame it, and finish every single word that was assigned.
RP Sample: “You insolent prat, I’ll tell you to speak when I want you to!”
The voice of Tammi Shild’s stepfather echoed off the walls, making her cringe in fear. The point in time that she hated the most was when her stepfather got home, because things like this always happened. Yelling, throwing fists, all of it – and her mother was too drunk to care. Instead, tonight was different. Her mother had had a minimal amount of alcohol that night, and the fact that she was doing nothing about her stepfather’s behavior was slightly troubling.
“Dear, you might want to go to your room.” the soft, kind voice of her mother invaded her mind, and Tammi looked up at her mother with a nod.
Taking one last glance at her stepfather, she fled the room, heading for her bedroom as fast as her feet could carry her. The further away she was, the better. The bedroom on the far end of the second floor belonged to both Jennifer – when she was at home – and Tammi, so entering the room created more safety than standing by it. It was times like these when she was infinitely glad that her older sister had installed a lock on the door herself.
Just in case her stepfather thought of something.
Hell, she was only ten. Was this stuff supposed to happen when you were ten? It was something that you weren’t supposed to witness as a kid, ever. Alcoholism, abuse – what was next? The angst of it all was enough to take tears out of the strongest person. To keep her family trying, she had to keep herself strong – and even she cried, every night. After all, there was nothing left for her. Jennifer had gone to a friends house for the summer before college, and David was in London with her father. Somewhere, there was happiness, but it wasn’t here.
She opened the door to her room, closing and locking it behind her. The room’s silence was a greeting with open arms, almost like a person she felt comfortable with offering a shoulder to cry on. Biting her lip, she slowly made her way to the back corner of her room, which, conveniently, her bed was shoved into, and crawled as far away from the door as she could. With one final glance to the door, a tear made its way down her cheek.
With a jump, Tammi leapt out of bed with sweat dripping down her face. Dreaming. All a dream. She wasn’t back with her stepfather, not even back with her family in Plymouth. The thoughts that had run through her head in the dream were the ones she had thought of the very day that the actual dream had happened. Just six years ago. The dream wasn’t really a dream, more of a memory.
And how glad she was that she woke up then.
The memory extended in her mind – she had cried to sleep that night, and awoken to her little sister Lynette in her room. Her stepfather had broken the lock when he had decided that Tammi had had enough time in her room, but – for once – had let her sleep when he saw her curled up in a small ball in the corner. And Lynette had made her way in. Out of all her family that wasn’t her father, brother, and older sister, Lynette was the only one that she really liked.
A loud knock on her door brought her head out of the clouds and her gaze over to the door that barred the way from the hallway to the room she was in. Safe haven was always nice, and the flat in London was a sanctuary. David and their father knew everything about what had happened at Plymouth, and they did all they could to keep those memories away.
“Just a moment!”
She flew out of bed, making her way to the closet. If there was someone wanting to get in her room, the first thing she’d have to do was get dressed. Clothes. What clothes would she wear? She felt hurried, hectic now. Clothes. Tossing a pair of lime green pants and a basic black scoop-neck out of her closet as well as a pair of gloves that she had made herself – green and purple stripes, with strings hanging out the sides. The strings, of course, had been on accident.
The second she got dressed, a glance in the mirror was all she needed to know that she was ready for the day. Ready to rumble.
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Edited by: idiot in the paper bag at: 1/3/06 10:57 am
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