Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 13, 2011 7:10:55 GMT
Character Quote: “Wizards, Wizards, Wizards. The war has been over for years. Can't we all just...get along? Your houses need leaders, they could be you.”
Name: Maria Lexton
Age: 16
OC or Canon: OC
Year in Hogwarts: Sixth Year
House: Hufflepuff
Blood Status: Pureblood
Wand: 6'' Reed Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Strongest class at Hogwarts: History of Magic and Muggle Studies (Horrible at classes actually involving casting spells)
Physical Description: Maria is a typically pretty blonde, about 5'6'' and 115 lbs. She has shoulder length blonde hair, which she lets hang loose, occasionally giving it a bit of volume. She prides herself on her perfect smile, and will typically be seen staring at it in her small compact. Her make-up is best described as natural look. Her ears always and exclusively carry single pearl earrings in them.
Uniform: She frequently switches out the sweatervest in her house colors for one from her own in a variety of colors, typically with an argyle pattern. Sometimes she slips a tweed blazer into the mix as well, under her robe.
Picture:
Family: Jonathan Lexton (Imprisoned) and Rose Lexton (American Ex-Pat)
Personality: Maria is the archetypical diplomat, drawing in part from her political upbringing forcing her to always be media-ready, but mostly from a feeling that she knows best. It isn't Slytherin pride, Gryfindor bravado, or even Ravenclaw arrogance. It's more a “Mother knows best” feeling that neither bravery, logic or cunning are going to solve the issues, but the trust between wizards and witches only a Hufflepuff can properly cultivate. She feels that if the two sides could just get together, with a large bit of charm on the part of herself and similarly minded individuals, they could work out their issues to everyone satisfaction. After all, what's better to solve a political dispute than a compromise? Appearing perpetually optimistic with her trademark wide eyes and full smile never far from her face, underneath nevertheless lies a that is ever calculating how best to maneuver all parties towards a agreeable solution, with every hope to have the whole misunderstanding cleared up in time for the Hallowe'en feast. Wouldn't be right to feud into the holidays, after all.
History: Maria was raised in the relative lap of American luxury. Her maternal grandfather was a powerful figure in International Conference of Wizards, and his influence afforded them everything they wanted: the best training, the best homes, the best seats to matches and at restaurants. Her father, a politician in his own right, had paid his dues and worked his way up from bit player in the American Department of International Magical Relations to a national voice on the political climate of American wizardry. At his side was always his beloved family: His wife Rose and their adorable daughter Maria. As she had done since she was old enough to stand. As she intended to until she herself was the one standing at the podium. Her devotion didn't waver even when her daddy said things she didn't agree with. Mean, hurtful things. It was her job to support her father, just as he promised to do for her when she was old enough, and she her job admirably. Her support, and her father's rise, were not without their reward. They quickly outgrew even the modest wealth her grandfather had left them with. Soon, even their mansion seemed cramped and tight. The new one was much bigger. Her “best” teacher was soon found to be too common. A new one was located.
The big money only became bigger after a big victory to earn a seat on the International Conference of Wizards. It didn't show any sign of stopping there: It seemed that Jonathan Lexton was on the fast track to not only be the first American Supreme Mugwump of the Conference, but by far the youngest. Nothing could stand in his way, it seems, until the “misunderstanding” happened. At least, that was what her daddy always told her. In truth, she still didn't know quite what it was. Something about the money rise being gained through magical fraud. Her father told her it would be fine, it would blow over, she would just need to wait a bit. She was still waiting when her father was arrested and convicted. She was still waiting when she and her mother were sent to visit her relatives in Britain for a “short while” that turned into a few years. She was still waiting by her 11th birthday, when something she had been waiting for even longer finally arrived.
And so she entered a new world, quite pleased when she was placed into Hufflepuff. Fairness and trust were the values her father had stressed to her, and she was pleased to see the Sorting Hat recognized that. She may not be as rich as she once was, but her British relatives were hardly destitute and her mother had no small degree of wealth of her own. She was able to buy all the needed goods this Hogwarts would require...and then some. However, she struggled with key subjects. Memorization subjects: Astronomy, Runes, Potions, History, Muggle studies and so on, subjects that simply required one to read and understand, she was top of the class. Very humble about it too, just as her father had taught her. But in classes requiring the use of the wand she was an embarrassment. No less than five times she returned to Ollivander's to demand a new wand to replace the one she had that so obviously was mismatched, and each time she left with the same one, always matching right back up with her. Never one to be prevented from seeing her goal through, she managed to pass each class (albeit barely) and even became a Hufflepuff prefect her fifth year. All throughout, she keeps her chin up and her smile broad, just as Daddy taught her. People had it so much worse. Like that poor Cedric Diggory, turning up dead a few years back. No amount of extra tutoring could bring someone back from the dead. Or the disagreements that were starting to arise regarding the return of Voldemort and those loyal to him. She was sure it would all blow over soon. After all, weren't we all wizards in the end?
Sample:
Maria mindlessly picked at a piece of lint on her otherwise pristine white sweater. It was her favorite one, and she needed all the happiness she could get at a time like this. It was the saddest time of the year for her, the only time her smile ever seemed dull and faded: Exams. Since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she couldn't seem to get the hang of using a wand. She could recite the date of every critical Magical (and Muggle, for that matter) date, but ask her to do a simple charm and she was practically a muggle. She had gotten by pure grit. Just training and training until she could pull off the bare minimum to pass. The highest grade she had ever gotten in a “Hard Magic” class was her first year of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that's only Lockhart was practically as incompetent as she was when it came to spellcasting.
Another student passed her in the otherwise empty hall and Maria immediately perked up, putting on a winning smile. “Hey, good luck on your exams today! Remember that Hufflepuff House will be having a wine and cheese tasting later today to help everyone unwind.” she said, mindlessly handing the nodding girl a flyer. It has been her idea. She figured if she was wanted to be Head Girl by her Seventh Year, she needed to make sure her name was heard doing the right things. As the girl passed from earshot, however, she let her smile dip. “If I graduate that high, that is.” She shook her head. What was she thinking? Even at her lowest, she was still a Lexton. If she didn't graduate, she'd just have to be the first student to make Head Girl before Seventh Year! Smiling again, she picked up her books and began towards her classroom.
Name: Maria Lexton
Age: 16
OC or Canon: OC
Year in Hogwarts: Sixth Year
House: Hufflepuff
Blood Status: Pureblood
Wand: 6'' Reed Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Strongest class at Hogwarts: History of Magic and Muggle Studies (Horrible at classes actually involving casting spells)
Physical Description: Maria is a typically pretty blonde, about 5'6'' and 115 lbs. She has shoulder length blonde hair, which she lets hang loose, occasionally giving it a bit of volume. She prides herself on her perfect smile, and will typically be seen staring at it in her small compact. Her make-up is best described as natural look. Her ears always and exclusively carry single pearl earrings in them.
Uniform: She frequently switches out the sweatervest in her house colors for one from her own in a variety of colors, typically with an argyle pattern. Sometimes she slips a tweed blazer into the mix as well, under her robe.
Picture:
Family: Jonathan Lexton (Imprisoned) and Rose Lexton (American Ex-Pat)
Personality: Maria is the archetypical diplomat, drawing in part from her political upbringing forcing her to always be media-ready, but mostly from a feeling that she knows best. It isn't Slytherin pride, Gryfindor bravado, or even Ravenclaw arrogance. It's more a “Mother knows best” feeling that neither bravery, logic or cunning are going to solve the issues, but the trust between wizards and witches only a Hufflepuff can properly cultivate. She feels that if the two sides could just get together, with a large bit of charm on the part of herself and similarly minded individuals, they could work out their issues to everyone satisfaction. After all, what's better to solve a political dispute than a compromise? Appearing perpetually optimistic with her trademark wide eyes and full smile never far from her face, underneath nevertheless lies a that is ever calculating how best to maneuver all parties towards a agreeable solution, with every hope to have the whole misunderstanding cleared up in time for the Hallowe'en feast. Wouldn't be right to feud into the holidays, after all.
History: Maria was raised in the relative lap of American luxury. Her maternal grandfather was a powerful figure in International Conference of Wizards, and his influence afforded them everything they wanted: the best training, the best homes, the best seats to matches and at restaurants. Her father, a politician in his own right, had paid his dues and worked his way up from bit player in the American Department of International Magical Relations to a national voice on the political climate of American wizardry. At his side was always his beloved family: His wife Rose and their adorable daughter Maria. As she had done since she was old enough to stand. As she intended to until she herself was the one standing at the podium. Her devotion didn't waver even when her daddy said things she didn't agree with. Mean, hurtful things. It was her job to support her father, just as he promised to do for her when she was old enough, and she her job admirably. Her support, and her father's rise, were not without their reward. They quickly outgrew even the modest wealth her grandfather had left them with. Soon, even their mansion seemed cramped and tight. The new one was much bigger. Her “best” teacher was soon found to be too common. A new one was located.
The big money only became bigger after a big victory to earn a seat on the International Conference of Wizards. It didn't show any sign of stopping there: It seemed that Jonathan Lexton was on the fast track to not only be the first American Supreme Mugwump of the Conference, but by far the youngest. Nothing could stand in his way, it seems, until the “misunderstanding” happened. At least, that was what her daddy always told her. In truth, she still didn't know quite what it was. Something about the money rise being gained through magical fraud. Her father told her it would be fine, it would blow over, she would just need to wait a bit. She was still waiting when her father was arrested and convicted. She was still waiting when she and her mother were sent to visit her relatives in Britain for a “short while” that turned into a few years. She was still waiting by her 11th birthday, when something she had been waiting for even longer finally arrived.
And so she entered a new world, quite pleased when she was placed into Hufflepuff. Fairness and trust were the values her father had stressed to her, and she was pleased to see the Sorting Hat recognized that. She may not be as rich as she once was, but her British relatives were hardly destitute and her mother had no small degree of wealth of her own. She was able to buy all the needed goods this Hogwarts would require...and then some. However, she struggled with key subjects. Memorization subjects: Astronomy, Runes, Potions, History, Muggle studies and so on, subjects that simply required one to read and understand, she was top of the class. Very humble about it too, just as her father had taught her. But in classes requiring the use of the wand she was an embarrassment. No less than five times she returned to Ollivander's to demand a new wand to replace the one she had that so obviously was mismatched, and each time she left with the same one, always matching right back up with her. Never one to be prevented from seeing her goal through, she managed to pass each class (albeit barely) and even became a Hufflepuff prefect her fifth year. All throughout, she keeps her chin up and her smile broad, just as Daddy taught her. People had it so much worse. Like that poor Cedric Diggory, turning up dead a few years back. No amount of extra tutoring could bring someone back from the dead. Or the disagreements that were starting to arise regarding the return of Voldemort and those loyal to him. She was sure it would all blow over soon. After all, weren't we all wizards in the end?
Sample:
Maria mindlessly picked at a piece of lint on her otherwise pristine white sweater. It was her favorite one, and she needed all the happiness she could get at a time like this. It was the saddest time of the year for her, the only time her smile ever seemed dull and faded: Exams. Since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she couldn't seem to get the hang of using a wand. She could recite the date of every critical Magical (and Muggle, for that matter) date, but ask her to do a simple charm and she was practically a muggle. She had gotten by pure grit. Just training and training until she could pull off the bare minimum to pass. The highest grade she had ever gotten in a “Hard Magic” class was her first year of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that's only Lockhart was practically as incompetent as she was when it came to spellcasting.
Another student passed her in the otherwise empty hall and Maria immediately perked up, putting on a winning smile. “Hey, good luck on your exams today! Remember that Hufflepuff House will be having a wine and cheese tasting later today to help everyone unwind.” she said, mindlessly handing the nodding girl a flyer. It has been her idea. She figured if she was wanted to be Head Girl by her Seventh Year, she needed to make sure her name was heard doing the right things. As the girl passed from earshot, however, she let her smile dip. “If I graduate that high, that is.” She shook her head. What was she thinking? Even at her lowest, she was still a Lexton. If she didn't graduate, she'd just have to be the first student to make Head Girl before Seventh Year! Smiling again, she picked up her books and began towards her classroom.
