Post by willow on Jun 19, 2007 20:04:09 GMT -5
[Name] Willow Lynn Holdsday
[Pronunciation] WIL-o LIN
[Meaning] Willow - Means simply "willow" from the name of the tree, which is ultimately derived from Old English welig.
Lynn - From an English surname which derives from Welsh llyn "lake". It can also be a short form of LINDA or names which end in lyn or line.
[Prefers to Be Called] Willow
[Gender] Female
[Ethnicity] Caucasian, (British)
[Race] Human
[Blood type] Pureblood
[Birthday] July 17th
[Age] 18
[Year] First
[House] Ravenclaw
[Wand] Hickory good for potions requiring wand use, Dragon Heartstring, 9 ½ inches
[Common Knowledge] To Be Filled Out
[Secrets] To Be Filled Out
[Personality]
Your best kept secret and your worst mistake. She is the drug that you can’t get enough of; it’s just a matter of time before she becomes the oxygen you breathe. Just sit back and watch as she turns into an addictive habit that you can’t get enough of. There’s nothing you can do, either. You have no control. Once you’ve been sucked in there is no going back, so before you pal up to her, before you decide she might make a good friend think about the risk you’re taking. Willow has been known to get scared of a relationship, whether it is because of her getting so close or afraid that you might break it off. She’ll leave without warning, leaving you with nothing. Are you ready to take such a risk?
Willow started out as the type of girl who wasn’t afraid to lay her heart out on the line, but a girl can only go through so many heartbreaks before they start to fear that line. After awhile it gets too hard to bear and you begin to fear rejection. She might look serene but that’s just the product of bleach, red hair dye, and a lot of hard work. Maybe if you would slow down and take a closer look you would see that she’s not so pretty on the inside. Every day there’s a war going on in her heart, and she doesn’t know if she can win or if time would be better spent just surrendering.
A girl that talks a lot a girl that is quiet a lot, Willow often ponders on the things she said and the things she couldn’t make herself say. She’ll be screaming and throwing a tantrum in her head, but you won’t hear a peep. Every insulting comment aimed at her, every harsh word, is answered by an equally mean come back, but you’ll never know what it was. Willow knows it’s not enough to just think it, she knows to make a difference she has to speak up and not be afraid, but she just can’t do it.
Stop staring because she swears to God she’s normal. She wants to be normal; she wants to have a boring insignificant life. Willow envies the girls the she sees that don’t ever have crappy things happen to them, or don’t receive any extra attention. Most girls want to be popular and have lots of friends, but this teenager would be happy to just be invisible and away from the prying eyes of her judgmental peers.
Like most girls Willow is a sucker for a Hollywood smile and a sweet talker. She listens to them talk and pretends to believe all the words that spill so eloquently from their mouth, but she never does. Willow might be a little naïve, but she’s not so stupid that she doesn’t know when she’s being lied to.
People always seem to be asking her if she’s okay, but her reply always remains the same, even if it a lie when she says she’s okay. Right now all she is trying to do is learn how to control the stupid things like her heart and her throat. She’s just trying to deal with all her emotions and manage not to lash out at everyone she sees, like she would like to do.
[History] Jane Holdsday was only a junior at her muggle high school when she got pregnant with her high school sweet heart, Jacob White’s, baby. For the first month after she found out about the baby she was in denial, every day she would tell herself that it wasn’t really true and her next period would come any day now, but it never did. Jacob started to suspect that something was up after awhile, but never did he think it could be that Jane was pregnant. After an awkward confrontation and a horrible fight he broke up with her, thinking that she had cheated on him. Heart broken she finally told her parents, who immediately moved out of the house in Liverpool to Birmingham, Midlands United Kingdom. They were embarrassed and didn’t let Jane tell any of her friends or even Jacob. She never saw any of them again, Jacob still doesn’t know about Willow.
Willow was a premature baby; she was born three months early. Jane and Willow both came close to dying in birth, they only managed to save them both by an immediate c-section. Both had to stay in the hospital for a month and Jane never really got back to full health after that, but she didn’t let that stop her from raising her child.
Between her grandparents, who are rather wealthy, and her mother Willow was a very spoiled child. Every whim was met, every desire given in to. She only had play dates with children from equally rich families and lived in luxury until for the first three years of her life. Jane was equally happy with the situation; she didn’t have to work but got all the benefits of a woman who had a nice job. The people who worked for her grandparents hated Willow. Always getting into things and reeking havoc wherever she went Willow made their jobs much harder. Fantasia, the cook, was the only hired help that liked the little girl. She spent more time with her then anyone else. Willow would do simple jobs in the kitchen like stir the soup or butter the toast; anything she could talk Fantasia into letting her do.
Fantasia was the one that kept Willow from getting out of control; Willow learned many a lesson about how to treat others and how one should behave as she watched the old woman cook. Jane had to practically drag her daughter away from the kitchen to get her to do anything else. Even when she was little Willow never had a very close relationship with her mother. Sure she loved her mum, but they didn’t ever have anything in common. In school Jane was head cheerleader, she only dated jocks, and could care less about actually learning things at school. Willow can’t get enough of learning new things and at her elementary school she only had a few friends and considered all the cheerleader’s to be annoying.
Shortly after her fourth birthday Willow began to take piano classes. At first she hated it, it took away from her time better spent playing, but she wasn’t allowed to quit. After awhile though, she started to get good at playing it. Soon after that she demanded that they get a grand piano that she could practice on instead of going to a rehearsal studio. When Willow is playing all her fears and worries melt away. For a few minutes Willow doesn’t have to care and she can’t get enough of that feeling. It’s her addiction.
Willow was in first grade when her grandfather had a heart attack. She’ll always remember that day; it was especially cold for an august morning. That morning she had kissed him on the cheek and said I love you as she scurried out the door, just like always. She had been so young; Willow hadn’t understood exactly what was happening. When she was at the hospital she saw him, before they pulled the sheet over his head. He looked so different, the normal worry lines on his face were gone and he looked so . . . peaceful, yet it was a peaceful that she knew she didn’t ever want to experience.
Her grandmother was never as happy after that. She never bounced Willow on her knee like she used to, she never smiled as much, and she never seemed to laugh. When Willow asked Fantasia why she had received a brief answer that didn’t satisfy all her questions, yet it was the biggest lesson she had ever learned from the old cook. Fantasia had said, “When you love someone as much as your granny loved your grandpa and the other person leaves you feel a void in your heart that sometimes doesn’t ever fill up.”
When Willow turned eleven she received a letter from Hogwarts, neither Willow nor her family believed it. They thought it was some sick joke pulled by a few people from her school. A week later Jane took Willow to London to get some new cloths, but Willow saw a store that her mother didn’t see until they were already inside. They couldn’t deny it anymore when Tom the bartender at the Leaky Cauldron told Willow it was true. On September 1st she was on the Hogwarts Express on her way to learn witchcraft and wizardry.
At Hogwarts Willow only had a few close friends and that was the way she liked it. She was close to them and could tell them anything. They were the ones that kept her going on those days when she could barely manage to get out of bed in the morning. Her friends kept her from going insane and were there for her in the good times and the bad times. It was so nice to be understood and liked for who she was, not how people thought she was.
Hogwarts become more of a home to Willow then the mansion where she had grown up at. Her first kiss happened at Hogwarts, she had a boyfriend at Hogwarts. Willow made her memories there and every year dreaded going home. If it hadn’t been for wanting to see Fantasia then she probably would have asked if there could be some type of arrangement made for her to stay during the summer.
When it came time for her to graduate in her seventh year Willow was heart broken. Hogwarts was home to her most sacred memories, how could they just expect her to leave like that? It was heart wrenching to leave on the Hogwarts Express, knowing that on September 1st she wouldn’t be returning. Instead she was going to be starting anew again at the University.
[Appearance]
The under half, tips, and a streak in her bangs, are died champagne blond while the rest is a red-brown. Willow is partial to a side part and her long bangs sweep aside her face to one side. Her hair is quite thick, the tips just barely going past her shoulders. Quite a lot of the time she keeps her hair in pigtails, though Willow is also fond of how it looks just straitened. One of the few things that she doesn’t like about the hair cut though, it that she finds it hard to find ways to put it up besides the pig tails. It’s too short to really do anything exciting. Hours of pampering make Willow’s hair soft and shiny, it also smells of vanilla conditioner and shampoo. As Willow feels that her hair is one of the few things that is attractive about her she does her best to keep it in the most healthy condition possible. You will not find a split root, greasy tip, or hair out of place on her head.
Willow has pale blue eyes with a dark blue ring around the outer edge. Her eyes often reflect what she is feeling at the moment, no matter how hard she tries to stop them. She wears her black eyeliner thick, making her already extremely pale skin stand out even more. Light brown eyebrows, her natural hair color, are waxed into a perfect arch. A fan of pink lip-gloss and lipstick, Willow has several tubes of her favorite sparkling pink gloss at her disposal. While her lips are full and lush most of the time Willow has a hard time keeping them that way and is a big fan of her special repairing Chap Stick. It seems as if Willow will smile at everything, though she has been known to but on a pouting face to get her way. The young woman has a very circular face, giving her the look of being much younger then she really is. All in all you could say that Willow has a slightly angelic look to her.
Just barely reaching 5’6 Willow is thin, but her body is quite curvaceous. Weighing in at 129 pounds Willow isn’t a twig, but she has some meat to her bones. If given the choice then she would certainly choose a nice big calorie filled hamburger over a measly salad. Her arms and stomach are toned thanks to her intense workouts every morning in the summer. She is very self-conscious about her body and, as much as she tries to pretend she doesn’t, she wants people to think of her as a skinny girl. Her piercing includes a belly button ring, four in her left ear, and two in her right ear. Over the summer she also got a small treble clef tattoo on her lower back and four stars starting at her wrist and creeping their way up her under arm. It seems that everyday Willow does her nails differently to correspond with whatever she is wearing. Usually they are painted black with hot pink poka dots, but she has been known to go a little crazy with it.
While Willow favors jeans and t-shirts she also has quite a lot of skirts and corsets as an addition to her wardrobe. It’s a strange mix of 50’s glam, 80’s punk, Goth influence, poka dots, and bright colors. Willow isn’t afraid to show a little bit of skin, but she never shows a lot; less can be more after all. Her cloths change with her mood, if she’s feeling happy then she’s most likely to wear bright colors. If she is feeling upset then she’ll probably be wearing darker colors.
[Familiar] A small grey kitten was given to her as an eighteenth birthday gift from her mother. It took Willow almost two weeks to come up with a suitable name for the cat. She kept going back and forth between names before she finally settled on Tube. Tube had been found by Willow’s parents in a metal tube down one of the many alley’s in London, she finally decided that would be a nice thing to name her little cat after. Tube is almost always with Willow, she fancies herself something of a guard dog.
[People In Her Life] To Be filled out
[Plot So Far] To be filled out