BISHOP, andrea cathleen

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Andrea Cathleen Bishop

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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."

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NAME// Andrea Cathleen Bishop
NICKNAMES// Andy
AGE// Eighteen
GENDER// Female
GRADE// College freshman
DATE OF BIRTH.// July 17
SEXUAL ORIENTATION// Straight
NATIONALITY// American
POWERS// Empathy
CANON OR ORIGNAL// Canon
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"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."

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HEIGHT// 5'2
WEIGHT// 125lbs
BODY TYPE// Slender
HAIR COLOR// Dark brown
EYE COLOR// Brown
SKIN COLOR// Asian
MARKINGS// None
PLAY BY// Brenda Song
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"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."

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LIKES//

• Running (as in track and jogging)
  
• Dogs
  
• Fashion
  
• Action Movies
  
• Live music
  DISLIKES//
  
• Rap music
  
• Lizards
  
• Diet soda
  
• Dark chocolate
  
• Card games
  STRENGTHS//
  
• Keeping her distance
  
• Empathy
  
• A good listener
  
• Gets along with people easily
  
• Her schoolwork
  WEAKNESSES//
  
• Standing up for herself
  
• Letting people in
  
• Feels guilty easily
  
• Gives in easily
  
• Sensitive
  HABITS/QUIRKS//
  
• Plays with her cuffs when lying
  
• When being yelled at (even if not her specifically) she tears up
  
• Plays with the ends of her hair
  FEARS//
  
• Being attached again only to loose that somebody
  
• Her parents
  
• Really deep water
  SECRETS//
  
• She was caught by the owner of a restaurant once when stealing who called the cops. She spend a night in jail for small theft.
  GREATEST FEAR//
  
• Her parents
  GREATEST AMBITION//
  
• To be able to be completely self sufficient
  BIGGEST FLAW//
  
• Extremely sensitive

FULL PERSONALITY//
Before Andrea received her powers, or at least before she was aware of them, things were perfect for her, and it was clearly reflected in the way she acted. She has always been a shy girl, but at that point in her life she had no trouble opening up to her close circle of friends and cutting loose every once in a while. Once she got to know someone she had no trouble relaxing and letting them into her world, but then things changed.

After she was kicked out of her home she was devastated. She was driven even further into her shell. It was a weird time where she was both raw and building up walls. This has resulted in her being a very sensitive girl, but also she is aware of other people’s struggles, just as she is aware of the other powers around her. Empathizing with the other new students on campus is something she does naturally, but coming out of her shell enough to comfort them is a completely different story.

Before she would have opened up to her close friends, but now it is too difficult for her to do so, not when there is always the looming threat of being left again. There are some people who try to break in, but that only causes her to withdraw further. Will there be someone willing to follow ever time she retreats?
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"history starts now, or when i was born."

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PARENTS//
Jonathan Henry Bishop - Forty two - Entrepreneur
Cameron Isabelle Bishop (nee Carthright) - Thirty five - Home maker
SIBLINGS// none
BIRTHPLACE Greenville, North Carolina
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS// none
CHILDREN// none
PETS// none
HOMETOWN// Greenville, North Carolina
FULL HISTORY//
Born to the wealth Jonathan and Cameron Bishop right from the start Andrea’s life could not have been off to a better start. Since birth her parents had set up a trust fund for her to either use for her education or burn through as fast as she could as so many other children of the rich did in their neighbourhood. She grew up surrounded by nannies and playmates but never once doubted her parent’s affections for her. She knew that they were busy people and they had lives to lead of their own. Whenever they could the three of them would take trips away from the city for a little family time. Those trips are probably the best memories she has of her childhood. Her mother was always telling her to be more confident and to get out there and show the world what she could do. Trouble was, what she could do, couldn’t be termed as ‘normal.’

It was around summer time when she was seventeen that she found out that she could sense things. At first she didn’t understand, maybe she was going crazy? But soon enough it was apparent to her what it was; she was a mutant. Andrea can still remember how frightened she was. How could she be one of them? What had she done wrong? She did everything she could to hide the fact from her parents, but as with all major secrets, they eventually found out. Their reaction was beyond horror. She can distinctly remember her mother breaking down into tearless sobs and the colour draining from her father’s face. She was ordered out of the house immediately. Of course she resisted, but her attempts to explain, to reassure them that they could fix this, fell on dead ears. Her mother, horrified, threw one of the ornamental plates that had hung on the wall for as long as Andrea could remember. She had no choice but to leave.

The first thing she did as soon as she left her home without any clothing or even any money was attempt to contact some of her friends. Apparently her parents had beat her to it. All the people she had considered to be her nearest and dearest claimed not to know her. Those first few days were utter hell. She remembered being so hungry and tired and not being able to find any place to fill either of these needs. Eventually her rumbling stomach couldn’t be ignored anymore. She stole. She remembered being so disgusted with herself she didn’t know what to do. Andrea stole only when she absolutely had to, but still it felt like too much. While out on the streets she managed to find a paper and reading hit she saw the birth announcement of her parents’ new son. The article mentioned the unfortunate death of their only daughter.

Eventually, a young man saw her. That young man was Lawson. He knew, she isn’t sure now how he knew, but he knew what she was. Of course she knew what he was. He told her of a place where she wouldn’t have to worry about being different. It took a little coaxing, but eventually he convinced her to come with him to Talons.

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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."

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YOUR NAME// Shelby
YOUR AGE// sixteen
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE4 years
CONTACT INFOPrivate Message
SECRET PHRASE// admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE//
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE//

In the Gryffindor dorm another girl was just starting to wake herself. Her bleary near grey eyes opened to slits before allowing them to fall shut again against the dim light that managed to permeate the curtains that hung around her four poster bed. Weekends were her favourite part of well, existing really, but they were definitely the part she looked forward to the most during the dreary work week. It was probably just knowing that there was a weekend looming however distantly on the horizon that she was even able to survive the time between Sunday nights and Saturday mornings. However much she loved weekends, she would never dream of waking up early on purpose on these almost scared days, so when she rolled over to crack one eye at the clock that stood on her nightstand, which she could just see through the curtains of her bed, and saw the time on the clock she gave a small groan.

It was unnatural to be awake so early on what was supposed to be a day of rest, it was inhuman really. Because of this reason Kenina rolled back over onto her back and lay there, but she found her eyes kept flicking up only to see the same sight of the ceiling above her bed. She lay like that for a while, how long exactly she couldn’t be sure, but it was quite a while before she conceded defeat and slowly sat up, the sound of her sheets rustling mixing with that of the other girls who shared her dormitory’s snoring. She slowly parted her curtains, trying her hardest to do so without making any noise but failing, thankfully the other girls were fairly heavy sleepers. After making a gap in her curtains that she could crawl through, she swung her feet down off her bed to the floor. The hardwood floor felt icy against the bare flesh of her naked feet as she slowly stood.

Creeping silently she walked towards her trunk where her clothes still lay unpacked. She hadn’t yet had the ambition to do so, but it was still early in the semester so she was in no real rush to do it anyway. Besides, if all her possessions were in her trunk, they would be easy to find later. As she slowly opened the lid there was a loud creak of protest from the neglected hinges which made the red head flinch and look towards the sleeping forms of the girls in her dormitory. Two of them were obscured by the scarlet hangings that hung around their beds which were identical to the ones that hung around Kenina’s bed as well, but the third girl hadn’t bothered to shut the curtains around her bed at all. The sight was actually pretty comical; there was a line of dried drool on her cheek from her mouth which was wide open to her chin, she was sprawled across her bed, in what looked like the same clothes that she had worn to class yesterday, and one foot was poking out from under the blankets which were knotted above her knee. Kenina smiled to herself, knowing that the girl was a rather violent sleeper, in fact when she rose in the morning it usually looked as though she had been holding some sort of battle against her pillows and had lost tragically. Of course the girl was afraid of anyone ever finding out she slept like this, except for the girls she roomed with, there was really no hiding things like that from them.

Quickly shifting through the clothes in her trunk she pulled out a plain green turtleneck and a pair of fading black jeans along with a plain pair of white socks and white sneakers; it was the weekend, there was no reason to be all dolled up if she was only going to be relaxing. Besides everyone in Gryffindor tower had seen her at her absolute worse so what did she really have to hide? With these thing gathered in her arms she tiptoed to the door of her dormitories so she could head to the bathrooms to get cleaned up. She needed to have a shower every morning, it wasn’t a want, it was a need; if she didn’t she’d feel disgusting for the rest of the day. If a person couldn’t take care of their own personal hygiene what did that really say about them? Finally reaching the threshold of the door she slowly opened it and darted outside closing the door softly before it.

If the floor in the dormitory had been icy, the floor in the hallway was absolute zero. She moved quickly along the hall, eager to step into the shower where her poor feet could regain the heat normal people had. Her bare feet made a soft padding sound as she moved along the hall to the seventh year bathrooms which would of course be empty at this time of day. She preferred having the bathroom all to herself, but of course that wasn’t always possible. Raising early may have a few benefits to it, she mused as she selected one of the many empty showers and stepped inside, turning on the hot water and stripping out of the wrinkled clothes she had slept in. She was still a little groggy since she wasn’t really a morning person, but a shower was the best way to wake up.

She stuck her hand under the spray of the water to test the temperature and found that it was already running hot. The Weasley girl loved her showers to be really hot, though some girls didn’t like the temperature. You could always tell when she had been in here taking a shower because the mirrors would be steamed up for a while. Stepping into the spray, the little pinpricks of the water felt good against her now bare skin. She went through the normal routine she had; two shampoos, two conditioners (though she’d run out of it faster she enjoyed the feel of it), washing her face with an apricot scrub, and finally washing the rest of her body with an apple scented shampoo. This entire process took about 20minutes to half an hour, but it was engrained in Kenina, and it was too late to start changing her ways now. She dried herself off and picked up her clothes from where she had left them on a shelf outside of the reach of the shower. She slipped on all of her clothes and lastly her socks and shoes before walking back out to where the counters and rows of mirrors were in the bathroom towelling off her hair as she went.

As she reached the counter she wiped off a section of the otherwise fully steamed mirror with her towel and looked at her reflection. Her face was slightly flushed from the heat of the shower, but it would fade quickly enough. Taking her wand out of her back pocket, where she had slipped it when she was gathering her clothes back in the dormitory, she muttered a spell to dry her hair. She was glad she was of legal age now and could do that at home as well as at Hogwarts, she had hated using muggle hair dryers so much. Of course it dried perfectly straight as it always did. She tilted her head this was and that, trying to decide if that was how she wanted to wear her hair today or not. Deciding she wanted to spice things up a little bit, she reached into her toiletries bag and pulled out a bottle of Madam Quik’s Magical Hair Curling Gel and applied a little to her hair so it would have a slight wave to it. Finally satisfied with her hair she turned to the sink that was beside the section of mirror she had cleaned off earlier and pulled her white toothbrush and a small tube of mint toothpaste from her bag and began to brush her teeth.

Once she was satisfied that this was done she applied a minimal amount of makeup, she was rather addicted to the stuff sad to say, but was that really such a bad thing? She applied a little eyeliner to her top lid and a touch of black mascara to her upper eye lashes. She liked to keep her makeup as natural as possible because she didn’t like the look people had when they put on their makeup with a paintbrush, or at least that was what it looked like. With a quick brush of light pink blush across her cheeks and a little nude gloss across her lips and she was ready.

She gave her reflection one last look before gathering up her night clothes and heading back to the dormitory where she threw them on top of her comforter before heading back out the door. She walked down the stairs that led to the common room below in a much better mood than she had been in when she had first woken up. Her eyes looked down at the actually staircase as she walked. She had only once seen the stairs turn into a smooth shoot which was its defence mechanism against any boys entering the girls’ dormitories. It had been a rather comical occasion, since it had been one of her cousin who had caused it. Eventually she reached the end of the staircase and entered into the common room which was already warmed by a fire in the grate, no doubt lit by one of the Hogwarts house elves. Without those little elves the school just wouldn’t be the same.

Looking around she noticed only a few students down here this early, some of which looked like they were just coming inside from taking a early morning jog while others seemed to have woken up early so they could do a little homework, just because it was the weekend didn’t mean that they could shirk their responsibilities, well, to some students at least. Kenina recognized no one, and so she walked across to the back of the portrait of the Fat Lady, who had been Gryffindor’s guardian for countless years. She gently pushed open the hidden door and clambered down into the hallway beyond.

Kenina immediately crossed to the staircase that would lead down to the lower floors, and followed it down, one hand resting lightly on the handrail as she descended. The corridors were pretty much abandoned as she walked along. She saw a couple Ravenclaws who were making their way down the stairs as well, and a few Hufflepuffs emerging from the corridor that lead to the kitchens. If her common room had been so close to the kitchens she would bother coming down to the Great Hall to dine at all, she’d just have breakfast in her common room, but hey, that was just her. Finally she reached the first floor which was just above the ground floor where she was headed when she stopped short on the landing an idea striking her. She hadn’t seen many students about at this ungodly hour, but she hadn’t seen any teachers. There was no better time than now to take one of the secret passages she had found over the years, some of which her uncles had tipped her off about.

Immediately, she changed the course of her path, heading instead to the hidden path that she would never have found if it wasn’t for her mischievous family members. She walked through the hall as casually as she could, excited to be able to slip out of the school for a few hours. Of course the students were supposed to stay on campus except for those few weekends a year when they were allowed out to the wizarding village nearby but unfortunately this was not one of those weekends since it was still too close to the beginning of the year for that sort of thing. Still, rules were made to be broken right?

When she finally got to the statue she was looking for she looked around as casually as she could to see if there was anyone who would be able to see her disappear, but it looked as though she was alone. With a smile she took out her magic wand and tapped the statue and said the word her uncle had taught her. Nothing happened. She frowned, trying to think of what she had done wrong before she realized that she had mispronounced the word. Rolling her eyes at how picky this statue was she tried once more, this time actually managing to get the word right. She slipped through the tunnel that appeared behind the statue as it moved to one side and muttered “Lumos” when she was confronted with the dark tunnel beyond. As the statue hopped back into place she was glad of the light her wand tip cast about the walls and floor in front of her as the light from the school was completely cut off. She didn’t waste time, and instead started along the tunnel that she and her friends had used countless times, luckily they hadn’t yet gotten caught, but their luck would eventually run out one day and a teacher would probably spot them coming out of the tunnel and seal up their path to freedom, but until that day came she would use this tunnel as often and as much as she liked.

She thought about all the other trips her and her best friends had taken which had all started with his tunnel. She could remember how eager Arianna always was, and how her older brother would laugh at the fact that they could actually get away with something like this. Those two were great to have with her on trips like these, but given the early hour they were probably still tucked into their nice warm beds. Lucky them.

The tunnel began to slope upwards after what felt like an impossibly long time and eventually her wand light landed on a small door just up ahead. She pushed lightly on the door as she reached it and it swung open soundlessly. Most of the pathways that came from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade opened into one shop or another and this one was no exception. This particular pathway led into a shop that sold ink, parchment, and quills. Now it was only a simple matter of getting out of here undetected and she was home free. She smiled and strolled along the rows of objects leisurely before she scurried out the door, positive that the shop keeper wasn’t watching her.

A slow smile spread across her face as she came out into the streets of Hogsmeade. She walked about aimlessly, not sure where she really wanted to go yet. Most of the shops were still closed, or held little interest to her right now. Her wanderings eventually led to the front step of the Three Broomsticks, a small pub that Hogwarts students frequented on the weekends they were allowed down this far. It was already open and catering to the early morning costumers. Thinking of no better place to go at the moment the red head stepped inside, the slight tinkle of a bell announcing her presence.

There were very few people inside, and none of the ones who were looked happy to be there at all. There was one portly man sitting in the table closest to the door that looked up from his copy of The Daily Prophet curiously. He gave her a sceptical look before turning back to the article he had been reading. She didn’t let it bother her, after all, how could they know that she hadn’t already graduated. It would be easier to tell that students fifth year and younger that they were obviously not supposed to be here, but sixth and seventh years escaped that sort of suspicion usually.

She walked up to the counter and thought about what to order as she was watched by one of the pub’s waitresses who was waiting for her order. Deciding that it was appalling early to be having a butterbeer, and not wanting to drink Fire Whiskey at this time of day either she ordered a simple earl grey tea instead. When she had received and paid for her order she looked at the counter and saw that there were a few copies of the Daily Prophet for sale. She picked one up and slid a silver sickle into the waitress’s hand as payment and turned around to find a suitable table to sit at.

It wasn’t until now that she saw the fourth year girl sleeping on the table. It was almost as comical as her dorm mate when she slept. She noticed the girl jerking in her sleep and a small smile painted across her lips, she was reminded strongly of the loveable mutt they had at home who had a habit of jerking in his sleep as well. Kenina couldn’t help but roll her eyes, apparently this girl wasn’t supposed to be here, and jerking about in her sleep would only draw attention to her and, by extension, herself. She noticed that a few of the patrons were already giving the girl curious looks.

The Weasley walked as naturally as she could over to the table, holding her tea and saucer in one hand and smiling politely at some of the patrons who were looking at the girl. When these people met Kenina’s eye they looked away, possibly ashamed for staring at the strange girl at the table or possibly just because it was a natural instinct. As she reached the table she leaned against it with one hand and placed her tea down for a moment, giving the girl’s shoulder a shake, “Honestly, carrying on like that will get you noticed in a way you really don’t want to be,” she muttered, picking up her tea again. She didn’t say it in a mean tone, it had the air of a piece of advice about it, which was true enough.
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