Whitham, Cressida Primrose

[Cressida Whitham]

CRESSIDA PRIMROSE WHITHAM

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"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me."

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name: Cressida Primrose Whitham
nickname: Cress, Cressa, Cressy, Prim
birthday: February 18th
house: Hufflepuff
age: 22

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"You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all."

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discription: Cressida is a bit on the small side, and doesn’t weigh that much, but what she lacks in size, she makes up for in personality. She has ice-blue eyes, and blond hair. Normally, her hair will be curly, unless she can actually be bothered to straighten it. Sometimes, it'll just be up.

Cressida doesn’t really make a fuss about what she wears at all. Just so long as she is comfortable in what she wears, it doesn’t really matter to her that much. She knows that there are more important things than her appearance. But, normally, she will be seen wearing cute, feminine clothing, such as tight jeans (but not too tight) or a pretty t-shirt. On some days, she wears a dress. She will normally wear blue, as she thinks that color suits her best. Oh, and you'll normally see a pin in her hair that was once her mother's. It's in the shape of a daffodil, her mother's favourite flower.

When walking, Cressida will always be stood up straight, and will have a spring in her step most of the time. If she doesn’t, then there is something wrong with her at that particular moment in time.
play-by: Ashley Benson

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"There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."

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personality: Cressida is just a nice person, put simply. She hates making people angry, sad, hurt or uncomfortable, and if she happens to do so, will always try to make amends. She's very sociable, and loves to interact with and meet new people.

She doesn't view herself in a positive light, as she believes other people are more important than herself. She doesn't view her problem as low self esteem, or depression, just a need to help others and make them feel good. However, deep down, she knows that she shouldn't be feeling the way she does about herself, and knows she has a few problems. But she doesn't care, just as long as everyone else feels okay.

She's very optimistic. She will always try to see the good in a situation, as well as the good in people, and will try as hard as she possibly can to draw that out. No matter how hard it is, she will try. She views it a a "Challenge", something that she has always loved. Fire, though, is her weak point. She's terrified of fire, if it's open and uncontrolled.

She loves music. More than pretty much anything. Music is the one thing she considers herself halfway good at, and will often be seen writing ideas down for songs, or humming a small tune that she has in her head. She likes to draw, too, but she won't be doing this as often. Just a quick sketch or a hurried painting here and there.

It's not easy to get Cressida angry. But, once you do, it's something that you wouldn't want to do again. Angry Cressida is an entirely different person to the calm, docile girl described above. When she's angry, she knows no mercy. But she's never angry for long, and always feels absolutely terrible after each and every heated outburst. It's normally after these that she sinks back into a state of Depression for a while, and those outbursts that caused her depression in the first place.

However, as long as someone isn't manipulative or someone that enjoys making people angry, then Cressida will get along with them just fine. She's willing to help out pretty much anything and anyone, depending on what it is that they need/want. Overall, she has a heart of pure gold.

likes:

• Music
  
• Art
  
• Plants
  
• Pajamas
  
• People
  
• Writing
  
• Reading
  
• Sleeping
  
• Chocolate
  
• Helping others
  
• Making people happy
  
• Challenges
  

dislikes:

• Fire
  
• Being yelled at
  
• Coffee
  
• Physical activity
  
• Sheet Music
  
• Manipulative people
  
• Injustice
  
• Being pressured
  
• Cruelty
  
• Being complimented
  
• Lying
  
• Pink
  

strengths:

• Music - Cressida can play the piano and guitar, and has a pleasant singing voice.
  
• Art - She can paint well, but she doesn't tend to do this often.
  
• Kindness - No matter how she is feeling, Cressida will always try to be kind to others.
  
• Intuition - Cressida generally knows if there is something wrong with a person.
  
• Intelligence - She's very clever.
  
• People - She's very sociable.
  
• Adaptability - She can cope with almost anything.
  
• Fashion - She has a nice fashion sense.
  
• Truth - She will always keep to her word.
  

weaknesses:

• View of herself - She doesn't think she's worth anything to anyone.
  
• Depression - She was diagnosed with depression when she was 16, and she still suffers from it today.
  
• Pain - She can't stand to see other people in pain or upset.
  
• Trust - She doesn't trust people all too quickly
  
• Negative emotions - She suppresses these, making her feel worse than she knows she should.
  
• Fire - She's absolutely terrified of fire.
  
• Love - She's scared of this too. Really, really scared of it.
  
• Physical Activity - She hates this. She'll only ever do it when her life depends on it.
  
• Stage fright - She can't perform in front of people. Just... can't do it.
  

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"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart"

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boggart: Cressida has quite a few fears. However, her biggest one is probably fire.
dementor: Cressida's worst memory is probably her house burning down. She was only eight years old at the time, and this is where her fear of fire stems from.
patronus: Cressida's happiest memory is probably her first romance. So what if it didn't last? She cherishes that memory because it taught her things. But another contender is when her mother gave her a pair of daffodil hairpins. She only has one now, as the other pin was destroyed in the fire.

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"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil."

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erised: Make her own life
amortentia:

• (Ironically) Coffee
  
• Chocolate
  
• Lavender
  
• Petrol
  
• Books (You know that epic smell that bookstores have? Yeah. That one.)
  
• Paint
  
• Cinnamon
  

wand: 10 inches, Unicorn Hair, Pine, Healing
blood status: half-blood

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"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind."

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father: Jonathan Tudor Whitham, 34 (deceased), Librarian, Muggle-born
mother: Elise Lisette Whitham (née Rathborne), 33 (deceased), Lawyer, Half-blood

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"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends."

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history: A young couple. That's how most stories begin, isn't it? Well, that's the start of the story for a young Cressida Whitham. Her mother and father being the young couple in question, of course. A young, recently married couple, Elise and Johnathan were 25 and 26 respectively when they bore a daughter. They went through a lot of the names for the youngster, not being able to decide, but they eventually settled on "Cressida", meaning "gold".

The family lived in a small town in England by the name of Sandy. No one had really heard of it. It wasn't too far away from London, but it wasn't on any maps. Unless they were maps of Bedfordshire. Anyway, they moved into a modest house on a small road. It was a quiet, pretty area, where there were enough things to keep the child entertained and the parents equally as occupied.

The young girl took an interest in music from a very early age, learning how to play several musical instruments from about the age of four or five, and begging her parents for singing tuition. Elise and Johnathan didn't know why she had such an interest in these things, but they agreed to humor her, and so she got the lessons she wanted/needed. They didn't really think that she'd be any good at it because she was very young. However, Cressida did well, surprising her parents greatly.

When she was 6, to her great fright, she began showing signs of being a sorceress. She didn't know what was going on; she hadn't been warned or told about this before. Mostly because her parents had never felt the need to. They openly used magic around the house. This was something that Cressida awed, but also feared. She didn't know why that was, it was just something that other people couldn't do. So it freaked her out that her parents (and now, she) could do things that muggles couldn't.

However, she gradually grew accustomed to the fact that she had these powers, that she was a half-blood witch, and warmed to it, finding that it made her unique in a way. She knew not to go around showing people though. She wasn't that stupid.

When she was 8, something happened that changed her life forever. All she remembers from this day is watching her house burn to its blackened foundations and the cries of her mother as her father rushed back in to save her, never to be seen again. She also remembers the funeral, and that she cried a lot for a long time. But then, when she was about 9 or 10, she realized that crying wasn't going to bring her parents back, and made her appear "weak" to other people. She wasn't having that. So, it was at this age that she learned to stop crying, and put a smile on her face whether it was genuine or not.

She lived with her father's parents, until the time that she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She soon arrived, both dreading and looking forward to this experience. What would await her at Hogwarts? What house would she be put in? These questions plagued her for the entire journey there. She didn't mind what house she was put in, though she had the suspicion she'd be put in Ravenclaw, like her father was.

It came as a surprise to her, then, when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. That was where the goody-two-shoes' went, wasn't it? But then, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. While all the kids at her muggle school weren't paying attention and throwing things at each other, Cressida simply did as she was told, when she was told. Even if she didn't want to. She wasn't afraid to work for things. She was honest. Yep, she ticked every box for Hufflepuff. Not that she minded not being in Ravenclaw.

However, for Cressida, Hogwarts was hell. Stinging words were thrown like knives in her direction, along with the occasional hex. She didn't know why. What had she done wrong? She had absolutely no clue what it was that she'd done. But, whatever it was, it must have been absolutely horrible for the way that she was treated. It was as if she'd killed her parents herself instead of the fire.

So, when it was all finally over, she left without a backward glance. Except when she was around a boy by the name of Adam Locklear, a pure-blood that she'd met during Hogwarts, and probably her only friend throughout the horrid experience. He'd been in Slytherin, which should have been a warning sign in the first place, but she didn't pay attention to that.

He seemed to be what most pure-bloods referred to as a "blood-traitor". Because, well, he'd asked her out when they were in the Sixth year. She'd said no, of course, because he seemed to be her friend. Besides, she didn't want any extra drama over the bullying which, when combined with Cressida's life before Hogwarts, had put her in a deep state of depression. She couldn't handle any more drama.

But he kept asking, and when she finally said yes in Seventh year, when they were to graduate, they became a couple. His friends appeared to be absolutely disgusted - but there was a kind of glint in their eyes that told Cressida something that she just couldn't place her finger on. But it didn't matter to her much. She and Adam were in love, weren't they? He told her he loved her, did all sorts of couple-y things with her. She loved him, she knows that much. She loved him with all her heart. He seemed so genuine, so caring.

But of course, she'd gotten the wrong idea. One day, she saw Adam in town with the "friends" that'd "shunned" him all those years ago. Curious as to what he was doing with them, she approached cautiously, so as not to be seen. She didn't want her presence to have any effect on what he was saying.

But, oh, how she wished he had actually known that she was there. "That filthy half-blood" was nothing more than a joke, a bet in Adam's eyes. The bet had started in the Sixth year, the very day before Adam had asked her out. A girl was chosen, at random, and Adam had to get this chosen girl to fall in love with him or forfeit. He'd failed the first time, and so he very nearly had to forfeit. But, slowly, he'd crept his way in and broken Cressida's defenses - along with her heart.

So it'd all been a sick, cruel joke to him. And to think. She'd loved him with everything she had. And he'd just... thrown it all away. She left him without a backward glance, no matter how detailed his explanations for his actions were. But she was irreparably damaged, and still carries the fragments of her broken heart to this very day.

Cressida has had enough drama. Now, she wants a new life. She wants to be able to live a simple life free of pain. Is that so hard? She hopes not. She hopes that it'll be easy enough, and that whatever God had it in for her before will just leave her alone. Is that so much to ask? No. She doesn't think it is.

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"So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

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alias: Chloe
age: 16
experience: 5 months
role-play sample:

Venice was just wandering around Hogwarts, not really sure of where she was going or what she was doing. Well, what was there to do? This was Hogwarts. A school. And Venice really didn't do schools. It just...wasn't her thing at all. She was just too unfocused for that kind of thing. Wasn't that the Ravenclaws, anyway? Weren't they good at that kind of thing? Well, whatever. Venice didn't know. And, in all honesty, she really didn't care. She was just glad to get away from the Hufflepuff common. It was kind of boring being with people who were exactly the same as you.

She found herself lazily walking upstairs, for some reason that was unknown to her. It was...slightly weird. Venice didn't normally go for physical activity if she could help it. It was just another thing that wasn't really her at all. There wasn't anything wrong with that, was there? She didn't think so. It was her. People could just take it or leave it. Hopefully the former; Venice didn't really like being alone. Well, who did? It was boring as hell.

And then it suddenly struck her why she might have been walking up those stairs. A grin broke out on her face. Of course, of course! Why hadn't she thought of this before? It was the Fourth Floor she was headed to. Because, on that floor, was what she called her favourite room in the whole of Hogwarts. And that was the choir room. Granted, she didn't really like the name. 'Choir' just sounded too formal and long winded. Why not just call it 'music' or something? Wouldn't that be easier?

But nyeh, the name of the room didn't really matter, she supposed. It was just what was in it that was important. The musical instruments that her father had shown her as a child, the sheet music that he'd taught her how to read. It was just everywhere. And it felt...almost like home. Like the shop, before it had been sold. She supposed that, other than the music factor, that was why she liked it so much. It reminded her of...home.

She shuffled inside the room, inhaling the wonderful cent of the instruments around her. It smelled just like the shop always did when she was younger. A small, reminiscent smile graced her lips as she went around, her fingertips lightly grazing the keys of a piano in the corner of the room. Yeah, this felt good. She liked it a lot.

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This application was made by Rissy specifically for Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon and should not be used anywhere but there without permission. The lyrics are from the Sorting Hat's song in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, so I take no credit for using them since they came from J.K. Rowling's imagination.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Accepted.

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So much sadness! ;__;

...I'll accept you anyway, Mrs Meaner.[/center]