Post by Tabatha Greene on Dec 16, 2009 1:11:50 GMT -5
``tabathaastridgreene
[/font]`` Red as a newborn, white as a corpse
You the person[/center]
what shall we cal you? Katy or Tabby I’m not fussed really.
how many years do you have on you? 21
do you wear skirts or pants? Female
how do I get a hold of you? PM’s
how did you find us? Got an email from the old site!
other characters? Not yet!
``I promise not to mine if you go your way and I go mine
You the character
You the character
Characters full name: Tabatha Astrid Greene
Nickname(s):Tabby, Tabby Cat but she doesn’t like nicknames.
Age/Year:17 7th year.
Gender: Female
Sexuality:Straight as the day is long!
Blood type: Half Blood
Wand: 10 inches, willow, unicorn hair, Very good for charms.
House Slytherin
``I am all bone, I am two toned
Let’s get physical
Let’s get physical
Hair: Long and black Tabatha likes to keep it perfect. She doesn’t settle for anything less. It reaches the small of her back, kinking in the odd place when she doesn’t have time to fix it up. Smooth and sleek rarely a hair out of place, it always shines the way she wants it to.
Eyes: Tabatha has a soft grey eyes, seemingly cold and uncaring. Her eyes give nothing away, they rarely show anything other than a cold indifference. On rare occasions she’ll show hurt, anger or happiness.
Skin tone: Tabatha’s complection is very pale, ivory skin with a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. Clear and smooth she looks after it by cleansing and exfoliating every night.
Body type: Tabatha is tall, he body weaves in the shape of an hourglass. She has long fingers, often manicured making them appear even longer. She has a small waist, normally emphasized by a large belt of some description.
Distinguishing features: Something that makes your character stand out. A few sentences.
Overall appearance: Tabatha Greene always makes an effort to look good, not that she needs to put in the effort. She's hardly ever seen without some bright red lipstick and some fancy jewelery. Her clothes are always slightly promiscuous and she never attempts to hide the confident swagger as she walks.
She has long black hair which she styles daily; brushing it to perfection not a hair is out of place. She never ties it back unless she is going to ball or party. She always let's it fall below her shoulders and it always looks fabulous. Tabatha's eyes are light blue, piercing and expressive. Her eyes stand out the most about her. Her skin is ivory, and it emphasizes her eyes more because of it. She slaps a little rouge on her cheeks to make them stand out more as she has pretty defined cheekbones.
Tabatha isn't too skinny and she definitely couldn't be described as fat. Her body curves in all the right places and she wears clothing to emphasize these features. She is an average height for a girl standing at about 5'7'' but because of her heels she looks taller. She rarely wears flat shoes.
Her clothing suggests that she isn't poor, showing that she has some class and status about her. She doesn't wear anything shabby, because she mends most of her clothes herself. Never letting the demeanour slip. Not even when she's drunk, if anything when she's been drinking she's even more eager to cover every blemish.
Playby:Katie McGrath
``I promise not to lie if I’m looking you straight in the eye
Let’s get personal
Let’s get personal
Likes: – Drinking
- Charms
- Potions
- Her reflection
- Sex
- Flirting
- Parties
- Duelling
- Hogwarts
- Pizza (who doesn’t?)
- Chocolate
- Arguing
Dislikes: – Her house
- Mess
- Naivety
- Ignorance
- Cowardice
- Stupidity
- Christmas (scrooge much?)
- Snow
- Divination
- Singing
- Dancing
- Turnips
- Owls
Strengths: – Charms
- Determination
- Ability to act like nothing phases her
- Confidence
- Curiosity
Weaknesses: –Stubbornness
- Temper
- Her mother
- Chocolate
Mirror of Erised: She wants to make her sick mother’s life better, and make her proud
Fears: –Owls
- Falling
- Being buried alive
- Fish
- Anything less than perfection
- Losing everything
Boggart: Her mother dead.
Dementor: Tabatha’s worst memory happened when she was seven years old, her father was an Unspeakable and fairly high up in the department, the minister would ask the family round for dinner, etc... He was a charming man nobody saw it coming. He came in from his work on Christmas Eve, his daughter Tabatha, Son Devlin and wife Elaine were waiting up for him. He entered the room and they shouted “Merry Christmas”. He merely nodded and left the room. Elaine left Tabatha with her older brother and went to check on her husband. They could hear the yelling from downstairs, Tabatha curled into her brother who merely patted his sister absently, after a lot of yelling and cursing, the father stormed out of their lives forever and that was the day that their lives completely changed.
Patronus: A cat. Her best memory was the day that her father took her to Hogsmeade for the first time. It’s fairly basic, they went shopping and went to the Three Broomsticks. Her father bought her a butterbeer, and told everyone just how special his little girl was and that one day she was going to make a fine Witch. He then took her to the Shrieking Shack which and told her that she was always going to be the most special person in his life.
Amortentia: – Melted Chocolate
- Baking Bread
- Fried Onions
Turn-ons: – Confidence
- Mystery
- Excitement
- Muscular arms
- Sense of humor (though she’d never admit it_
- Blonde hair
- Black hair
Turn-offs: – Shyness
- Inexperience
- A bad temper
- Show offs
- Arrogance
Overall Personality: Tabatha Greene is considered a bitch by most people that meet her. The Never Melting Ice Queen with a heart of stone and a will of steel. She’s especially unpopular with girls. Tabatha doesn’t have much tact, she’ll flirt with boyfriends in front of their girls, she enjoys playing with others, has since she started at School. She is however considered one of the most popular girls in the school, because of her ability to hold a conversation, her ability to charm men into doing what she wants and also her stubbornness.
She doesn’t really care about popularity though, at least at the beginning of her sixth year she decided that enough was enough. She didn’t want her gang of Slytherin girls anymore and shed them like the days clothes. She’s much to concerned about her family, now that her brother has vanished she is more determined than ever to make her mother well. Instead of hanging out with her “friends” now she visits the hospital where her muggle mother is, and drinks by herself instead of getting pissed with people that she can’t stand.
If Tabatha’s unhappy you’ll know all about it. She doesn’t hold back. She’ll slap you silly if she thinks it will help. She hates not getting her own way.
She’s extremely stubborn, she won’t change her opinion unless given visual proof to the contrary. She’ll fight her corner to the very end. If she thinks that her matter is worth it, she’ll grit her teeth and bear whatever someone has to throw at her.
Curiosity killed the cat, but it hasn’t killed this one. If you interest her in any way she needs to know it all, she loves to play with her food before she eats it, knowing everything is something she is very good at. She’ll use the knowledge and abuse it. Why should you be happy whilst she is miserable?
Tabatha uses her vanity as a mask really, but it’s being going on as long as she can remember that it’s become second nature and something of a distraction for her. She enjoys making herself look good on the outside, because she feels an inexpressible urge to hurt others on the inside. She disgusts herself sometimes but she refuses to dwell on it.
Tabatha is fiercely loyal however to her family, and to anyone of the rare lot she considers a friend. This is the one reason that she refuses to help find her brother...if he wanted to be found he would have given them cause to find him.
Tabatha hates her father’s memory, for ruining things. She blames him for everything that happened in her life, and holds this horrible bitterness which she takes out on others because she is too afraid to face it herself. She taints people and hurts people because that’s what her father did to her.
``Everybody wants charm and a smile
Let’s get historical
Let’s get historical
Mother: Elaine Greene 49 She was a dentist but is now residing within a psychiatric ward in a hospital, It’s strained, after her husband committed suicide she found herself becoming more and more distant with Tabatha, perhaps because she reminded her of him the most. The apple of her eye was always Devlin and Tabatha knew it. Then Devlin left them, she started to loose it, she was suspended from work and blamed her daughter for her brothers departure, She’s a muggle, born and bread as such.
Father: Tiberius Greene, he would be 52 but he is dead now, he was an Unspeakable, whilst alive they shared a beautiful bond, he was a doting parent and he loved his children more than anything. Tabatha loved him, and he loved her, after his suicide she became to resent his memory confused as to why it happened. And she blames him for all the problems in the family., Pure Blood, his parents were rich and powerful and were not pleased with his choice in wife.
Siblings: Devlin Greene, 22, he was an auror, Tabatha and Devlin got on, he looked out for her when she started the school and she looked up to him even though he was a Gryffindor and she a (Slytherin?) However he has recently vanished without a trace, she believes that he’s running away from them and doesn’t blame him for it.
Other important figures: Vincent Greene, 43, Auror, Her light hearted uncle, despite everything that’s going on around them he manages to look after his niece as best he can and cares a lot for the remaining family he has, Pureblood, hated his parents and was proud of his older brother for marrying a muggle whom he loved.
Ethnicity: Scottish
Birth place: St Andrews, on the east coast of Scotland
Overall history: Tabatha was born to two loving parents, Elaine and Tiberius. They both cared very much for her and her first few years on earth passed in bliss, her older brother cared very much for her welfare and loved having a little sister. Sure they fought and she annoyed him at times as little sisters do, but they loved each other very much.
Elaine loved having a daughter and enjoyed having her around the house when Tiberius was busy with work as was often the case. He worked hard day and night to earn them money, to make a name for himself out with his family’s dark reputation. They were well looked after and as time went on Tiberius became quite admired by his peers and co-workers. The minister himself had acknowledged the man and on occasion dined with the man out of work, the family had met him on more than one occasion and things were going well. Tiberius showed no sign of being less than happy.
When Devlin went to school Tabatha spent all day with her mother, helping her cook and clean, playing with her in her spare time and allowing her mother into her games. Then things changed for good.
Tabatha was seven years old, Devlin was in second year and had come home as he always did for Christmas, Elaine and the kids had spent the day preparing for Christmas. It was Christmas Eve, her father was late coming home which was odd in itself he always left early on Christmas. The kids wanted to open one present before going to sleep, so they waited up, when he eventually showed he took one look at them as they screamed seasons greetings at him at the top of their lungs, nodded and headed up the stairs. Elaine smiled at them reassuringly and told them to open a present whilst she spoke to their father.
Tabatha made to open a small one, she always saved the bigger ones for last. That’s when the shouting started, she could hear her mother yelling loudly, She looked to Devlin who looked just as baffled as she did. Her mother never yelled, but she was screaming this time. After a couple of minutes of constant yelling their father stormed down the stairs and without so much as a glance at his children he left the house. Elaine assured them that everything was alright, and sent the kids to bed.
Two hours passed they heard their mother screaming...the kids crept to the top of the stairs and they knew something bad had happened. Muggle Policemen stood in the door and their mother was crying. Their father had killed himself and the body had been found.
For the next four years the atmosphere in the house changed dramatically. Her mother became very distant with Tabatha and focused instead on her work, leaving Tabatha to fend for herself during the day unless her Uncle Vincent came to visit. Those were the days Tabatha yearned for, they’d go out to Diagon Alley and such.
Tabatha couldn’t wait to go to Hogwarts and when she eventually got there things started to look up. She was popular, people seemed to flock to her and she started to enjoy being someone else. A bitch whom no one wanted to mess with. She spent her days at the school with relative ease, passing her classes and getting the marks she needed to. It wasn’t until her fifth year that everything went tits up for her.
Devlin her high ranking brother in the Ministry working his way to becoming a fantastic Auror vanished without word. Leaving their mother devastated. She seemed to blame Tabatha for what happened, and very slowly over the summer between fifth year and sixth, her mother broke down. She was institutionalised because of her rash actions. Screaming and cursing the day Tabatha was born.
It was this that properly turned Tabatha into the ice queen she is. She hated the fact she had ruined a life and never wanted to go through it again. So she distanced herself from her friends, took to drinking and sleeping with random boys, never forming attachments refusing to be seen as weak and pathetic.
Tabatha Greene is starting her seventh year and she’s more determined than ever to set things right.
`` I promise not to try not to let you down
Show me your skillage
Show me your skillage
Tabatha raised her hood against the wind and the rain, her heart was hammering in her chest. She hated skulking the streets at night unless it was the streets she knew. But she had the night off, one night a week and every week she would do the same thing. Her feet would lead her to the same place, whether or not she had any information for him, it was always the same. Every Thursday night, regardless of anything else, she'd find some time. It was the one thing she looked forward to, when she was shagging her clients...she'd think of him. It was infuriating; She'd told herself time and time again that it was going to end. She'd stop it. She had to; if Harold found out he'd be raging. He'd be so angry; she could almost see him yelling at her till he was blue in the face. Tabatha was playing with fire, and she was going to get burned. At some point it would all come out, Regulus would know that she'd been passing Death Eater information to the Order. He'd think she'd betrayed him, Harold...well even she didn't know where his loyalty's lay. Tabatha had considered both sides, she'd tried back at school to be a Death Eater. She really had. But for one thing she hated half of her fellow Slytherin's and she had found herself enjoying the company of other houses more.
She pushed her way along the empty streets tripping over the hem of her robe slightly as she grasped the sopping wet walls. She was a little tired; she'd spent a lot of time making sure that she hadn't been seen by anyone who might know her. It was a cold night and she had information for Remus...something that was highly important and she needed somewhere comfortable. So she walked the vaguely familiar streets, not making eye contact with anyone that would look her way. This was a sign, this was a sign to stop it. She couldn't keep it up, she didn't do things like this. It was never supposed to be like this. But it was like a drug...she couldn't stop it. And she knew that meant that she wouldn't. She was an addict to all the things that were bad for her. And one day it would bite her on the nose. She approached the door of his flat, and took a deep breath, sliding into the small apartment complex, which in all honesty was nothing if not a shamble. But it was safe. Remus was safe, and that was why she kept coming for him. There was something insanely rewarding about "safe". And she only wished it could stay like this. Eventually Harold would find out...and then they were in trouble. And if he didn't find out, some snooty nosed Death Eater would and she'd have to deal with that. If she could.
She sniffed slightly at the stale smell you often got in a close like this one. That was the problem with London, no matter where you went. It was dirty. She caught sight of a rat scurrying past and she sighed deeply. Reaching out and knocking at his door. Leaning against the wall for some support, she'd come straight from her shift at the pub, short skirt, low dipping top covered by her robes. When there was no answer she reached out for the door handle, and turned it. Surprised as she was that it actually opened, she entered shutting the door behind her with a rather loud slam.
"Remus?" She called out into the darkness her eyes scanning the frankly small apartment for any sign of life. She lifted her hands and lowered her hood, her hair slightly damp at the ends due to the rain, curling in ringlets and falling below her shoulders soaking through her white shirt slightly. She cast it aside and moved further into the flat, "Remus?" She called out again, frowning, she folded her arms over her chest. It looked like he wasn't about, right? She threw herself down on a chair and bowed her head cursing her stupidity. Why was she bothered? Why in the name of god did she care?
Maybe it was because he knew that every week like clockwork they met up? She sighed, standing up to leave. She moved to the door and grabbed her cloak when the door swung open and in he walked. She froze her hand tightening around the cloak, she merely took a deep breath and smiled at him in a fairly seductive manner, "Remus, I've got something for you this week." Her misty voice almost floated around the room and she placed a hand on his right arm and tugged him further into his own flat, "The door was open, so I just let myself in. Hope you don't mind." She threw herself down on his couch and eyed him, a small genuine smile playing on her lips. And to think she had been about to leave, "In fact...it's pretty juicy, best get us a glass of wine to mentally prepare."
She pushed her way along the empty streets tripping over the hem of her robe slightly as she grasped the sopping wet walls. She was a little tired; she'd spent a lot of time making sure that she hadn't been seen by anyone who might know her. It was a cold night and she had information for Remus...something that was highly important and she needed somewhere comfortable. So she walked the vaguely familiar streets, not making eye contact with anyone that would look her way. This was a sign, this was a sign to stop it. She couldn't keep it up, she didn't do things like this. It was never supposed to be like this. But it was like a drug...she couldn't stop it. And she knew that meant that she wouldn't. She was an addict to all the things that were bad for her. And one day it would bite her on the nose. She approached the door of his flat, and took a deep breath, sliding into the small apartment complex, which in all honesty was nothing if not a shamble. But it was safe. Remus was safe, and that was why she kept coming for him. There was something insanely rewarding about "safe". And she only wished it could stay like this. Eventually Harold would find out...and then they were in trouble. And if he didn't find out, some snooty nosed Death Eater would and she'd have to deal with that. If she could.
She sniffed slightly at the stale smell you often got in a close like this one. That was the problem with London, no matter where you went. It was dirty. She caught sight of a rat scurrying past and she sighed deeply. Reaching out and knocking at his door. Leaning against the wall for some support, she'd come straight from her shift at the pub, short skirt, low dipping top covered by her robes. When there was no answer she reached out for the door handle, and turned it. Surprised as she was that it actually opened, she entered shutting the door behind her with a rather loud slam.
"Remus?" She called out into the darkness her eyes scanning the frankly small apartment for any sign of life. She lifted her hands and lowered her hood, her hair slightly damp at the ends due to the rain, curling in ringlets and falling below her shoulders soaking through her white shirt slightly. She cast it aside and moved further into the flat, "Remus?" She called out again, frowning, she folded her arms over her chest. It looked like he wasn't about, right? She threw herself down on a chair and bowed her head cursing her stupidity. Why was she bothered? Why in the name of god did she care?
Maybe it was because he knew that every week like clockwork they met up? She sighed, standing up to leave. She moved to the door and grabbed her cloak when the door swung open and in he walked. She froze her hand tightening around the cloak, she merely took a deep breath and smiled at him in a fairly seductive manner, "Remus, I've got something for you this week." Her misty voice almost floated around the room and she placed a hand on his right arm and tugged him further into his own flat, "The door was open, so I just let myself in. Hope you don't mind." She threw herself down on his couch and eyed him, a small genuine smile playing on her lips. And to think she had been about to leave, "In fact...it's pretty juicy, best get us a glass of wine to mentally prepare."
``I promise not to try not to eff with your mind
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