Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jun 17, 2012 10:22:42 GMT -5
{NYMPHADORA VULPECULA TONKS}
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[/size]Can I get an introduction please?
FULL NAME ;; Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks. "There's a story behind this. No, really. My mother, clearly infected by that rare occurence we call a Black Streak (read: sodding insanity) after my birth, got sneaky and shoved the quill and my birth certificate into Dad's hands after he'd gotten absolutely off his tits drunk (celebration of fatherhood and all - nice one, old man), and...voila. Dad agrees to sign off on the certificate, and thus the ridiculous name my mother concocted...and you have
NICKNAMES ;; Tonks. Dora. Peanut. "...Tonks. Just...Tonks. Dora...ugh, if you insist, but only Dad's insisted and gotten away with that one. And Peanut...no. Peanut is for Sirius alone."
AGE ;; Twenty-three. (23)
GENDER ;; Female. "
ETHNICITY ;; British/White. "Um...I think there's some kind of Mediterranean in there somewhere. I think. On Dad's side. Not sure. Otherwise, pinch my skin. It goes back to white. And then red, when it's burnt. And then watch me morph it away. AMAAAZING."
BLOOD TYPE ;; Halfblood. "Shapeshifting freak spawn of a blood traitor consorting with vermin, I am. Seeeexy."
CANON OR ORIGINAL ;; Canon.
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[/center][/font]They say APPEARANCE is everything
PLAYED BY ;; Natalia Tena.
HAIR ;; Natural brunette. Constantly changing. The real giveaway to her moods. Nymphadora's natural colour is not, contrary to popular belief, the dull, lank, mousy brown forced upon her when she's particularly down. She is a natural brunette, though, and unmorphed, sports hair similar to her mother's thick, shoulder-length chestnut-brown. Of course, she much prefers brighter colours, and bloody hell, it's a mission on par with Horcrux hunting, trying to guess what colour she might wear her hair on any given day. However, she does seem to prefer any varying shade of pink these days...unless it's magenta. Magenta is just embarrassing. Magenta and 'curly tips' is just humiliating, because it means she's abashed or mortified or thinking very unholy, and possibly dirty thoughts, and she cannot for the life of her gain control over that particular quirk when it occurs.
EYES ;; Dark. Twinkling. Bright. Mischievous. As a Metamorphmagus, Nymphadora is capable of changing her appearance at will, up to and including, of course, her eye colour. However, she seems to ultimately prefer them to be a dark, warm brown in colouration, so dark that they almost appear black in dim lighting or any particular situation (though her eyes are prone to and can change colour depending on her mood at the time and how strongly it affects her). Cliche as it might sound, they're very much the windows to her soul and her true nature - completely open, honest, mischievous and inquisitive.
HEIGHT ;; Five foot three inches. Tonks ("Because the next person who uses my first name without good reason will be BAT BOGEY'D TO DEATH.") can, of course, change her height and morph the size of her body as she see's fit. However, she likes to make a point of being comfortable with herself, so she'll usually keep her own fairly diminutive size - partly because she kind-of-maybe really enjoys being small and thoroughly swamped in cuddles from bigger people.
WEIGHT ;; One hundred and forty one pounds. Her natural muscularity, and the maintenance of it in her job, does make her perhaps a mite heavier than one would expect from her height, however, as the old adage goes, muscle weighs more than fat.
BODY TYPE ;; Stocky. Muscular. Perky. Much like her height and rather in tandem with her weight, Dora likes to make a point of keeping comfortable with herself despite her abilities. Naturally, she seems to definitely be one of those types packing more of a punch than her small height might suggest; she's stocky and muscular and built for a short, sharp burst of speed and a helluva king hit. It does mean she's kind of not quite as soft as one might expect a woman to be, curve wise, though she's not without them; she's just more perky than pendulous, really, slightly pear-shaped with wider hips. Though she's got a nice arse, she thinks. It's alright. She likes her backside, so she can deal with the rest. Built for chasing Dark Wizards, she likes to tell herself.
CLOTHING STYLE ;; Casual. Colourful. Tonks' clothing isn't quite the punkrocker look, but it's certainly known to be a trifle 'indie', just enough so that it boggles the mind of some of the oldies here and there. She seems fond of long coats, combat boots and her Weird Sisters' paraphenalia, and one has to wonder if she's actually ripped her jeans on purpose, or if she's really tripped over and torn them that many times. For the most part, though, so long as it's comfortable and colourful, she's happy to wear it.
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;;
"I'm a Metamorphmagus. It means I can change my appearance at will." - Order of the Phoenix
Tonks is a Metamorphmagus (possibly the only known Metamorphmagus in Britain currently), a magical being that can change his or her appearance at will and without need for a wand or potions. Therefore, she may appear as anything and anyone on any given day, making her appearance hard to pinpoint at times, if not downright impossible lest she slip up.
It appears, however, that she seems to keep the majority of her natural appearance. In the least, the traits she most commonly displays in her appearance are generally consistent enough for one to assume that said traits are part of her natural state. For the most part, she appears to be a witch on the taller side of short, though still quite short at five foot three inches. Her build, lest she be required to morph to suit an occasion, appears to lean towards willowy, though the muscle tone she's undoubtably gained as a young Auror has made her a little more solid than the word 'willowy' might suggest. She's not fine-boned, either, it seems, which is probably a good thing considering her klutziness.
Perhaps it is best to describe her as athletic; she's certainly not out to call herself womanly, not with those 'perky bloody things' the rest of us would call breasts verging on the smaller side, though, much to her chagrin, her hips seem to accomodate a decent amount of 'femininity' quite well with their flare, and she'll hex anyone who comments on her arse as a result. Negatively, anyway, though she's been known to jinx on principle before you've got the words 'your arse' out of your mouth. It's not that she's self-conscious about it; in fact, she's quite proud of her pert, muscular derriere, second only to her pride in legs muscular and surprisingly long for her height. It's just she doesn't appreciate any attempts to burst her little bubble of self-satisfaction over said appendages, as...okay, fine, she's self conscious about it. Just don't tell her that.
In terms of skin tone, she seems to have inherited the white skin of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, though she'd prefer to say it's just one of the little, and only things, she got off her Mum. When she doesn't morph them away, her cheeks and nose are sprinkled with faded freckles, and she has a tiny little mole above the right corner of her mouth which, if you've ever actually paid that much attention to the odd little things, disappears most endearingly into the dimples that appear on her cheeks when she smiles or laughs, which is worth noting too because Tonks smiles and laughs quite a bit. Considering her youth, she is relatively unscarred from work save a thin white line across her left cheekbone, which she morphs away, though her knees are littered with little pits and scars from the million and ones falls she's taken over the course of her clumsy life. Her hands are a little better off, though they too are lightly calloused from her job and wielding a wand frequently...definitely not women's hands despite the long fingers and small palms, much to her chagrin.
Said aforementioned face is structured in a way that is, while mostly influenced by her father, indisputably Black in it's little ways if you know what to look for - a firm, stubborn chin, a fine-bridged perky nose (she hates it, so much), arched eyebrows and wide, full lips that seem permanently tilted upwards in mischief, all set into a high-cheek-boned, heart-shaped face.
As for her hair...oh, Merlin. Figuring that out tends to be a Class Five mission all on it's own. Unless she's deathly tired or ill, Tonks will never, ever revert to her natural colour, which is in fact a thick, but dead straight, dark mousy brown. She much prefers putting colours through it...and literally, she's put every colour through it. Her hair can be any colour you think of on any given day, though she seems to prefer violet or bright, bubble-gum pink. Her hair can also be an indicator of her moods, or a warning that she's about to react strongly to something or is reacting strongly to something - for example, it will turn fiery red when she's really pissy, a horrible pea soup green when she finds something truly gross or sickening, or a rosy magenta when she's feeling bashful, embarrassed or loving. Just to name a few...though it's worth noting that the last one mentioned, rosy magenta, is always predictable - the amount in her hair will usually vary with the level of her embarrassment/sheepishness/adoration she's currently trying not to exhibit, but always, always will the tips of her hair curl up and turn pink.
Tonks' natural eye colour and shape are potentially the only other asset on her meagre list of what she's content about with regards to her true appearance. Though she can and will change their colour when she grows bored, they usually appear as large (almost too large for her face, really), framed with lashes long enough to give her eyelids a slightly hooded appearance, with an intent, inquisitive look about them that is only exacerbated by the dark brown, almost black colour. In fact, for the most part, they do appear and are mistaken as being black unless studies her more closely; it's then that they might find the warm, dark chocolate lights that all but give away to death the impish playfulness that underscores who the young woman really is.
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[/size][/font]But your PERSONALITY is who you are
OVERVIEW ;;
Life. When it comes to meeting Nymphadora (Tonks) Lupin, that is perhaps the best one-word description that comes to mind. Sounds a bit stupid, yeah - of course she's alive.. You wouldn't be meeting her if she wasn't. But in all seriousness, that one, all-encompassing word is the best one word way to describe her. That or a "fairy-floss torpedo", if you're her old Auror mentors.
Everything about Dora when you first meet her suggests a love for life that is unparalleled. She seems to hold nothing back, and ironically in comparison to her magical abilities, there is nothing about her that would suggest she's pretending. She greets everyone with a radiant smile and a complete lack of shyness. She is completely fearless, willing to jump into anything and give it a go, bubbly, and could easily be termed the one in a group who would spur everyone else into enthusiasm for a topic or an adventure.
And yet she's not air-headed or off with the fairies, either. In fact, she's far from it, and the fact that she's obviously an Auror suggests as much. She is completely down-to-earth and willing to give anybody a chance...unless they're a Death Eater or a criminal, of course. Then her temper takes on a whole different tune. Otherwise, she is the sort that is easily capable of making friends with people she's only just met, and has a natural, unconscious charm to her nature that is designed to put people immediately at ease, and make them feel entirely welcome in a group.
As aforementioned, though, she's not all sunshine and rainbow hair. Oh, she's nothing if not good-humoured, but she's an Auror for a reason, and it's not just because she aced Concealment and Disguise, or just so happens to have a knack for interesting hexes. Though young, Tonks has already proven repeatedly that she is highly intelligent and perceptive, something no doubt encouraged on by her natural curiousity for the world around her...though even she admits that she's easily bored, and when she does grow bored, she's prone to fidgeting relentlessly and letting her attention span wander. Still, the fact that she's risked (and lost) both her job and her life just by joining the Order underscores a woman that is, while playful and eager, also quite courageous, dependable and selfless, willing to put her life on the line for others and make sacrifices for the greater good.
She is, too, someone who obviously has spirit in leaps and bounds. She's an only child and, despite her desire not to be, half-Black. As a result, she's blessed with a dreadful stubborn streak, doesn't like being told 'no', and definitely prefers to get her own way. She's not ashamed to admit that something scares her either, but she's not one to take anything lying down, and has and will display quite a fiesty, stubborn temper if, or rather when she does fight back, whether it's in battle or in the face of, say, Severus Snape's taunts, both to herself and to others she may have come to care for. It's not a stretch to say that she's inherited a similar temper and sharp tongue to her Cousin Sirius's when riled; it just so happens to be fettered by a mite more common sense and a distinct lack of genuine loathing and bitterness. She can be a little prone to jealousy, too, though she absolutely hates to admit it and will do her best to hide it. She can also be a little reckless on occasion if she gets caught up in the moment, and tends to require a calmer, steadier hand to reel her back in when said temper flares.
Not surprisingly, Dora's is not shy of her emotions. Oh, she's not a fount of wibbling, emoting feelings; in fact, she can grow a little self-conscious at times over how easily people manage to read her if they pay attention. But she's not one to hide them, either, or hide how she feels about others...not for long, anyway. Not like she has a choice; her Metamorphosing tends to give her away when the feelings are particularly intense. But she's naturally a giving person anyway, and is more than willing to give herself if she thinks someone deserves it. She is intensely loving when she does love, almost overwhelmingly so (for herself in particular), and her complete and utter dedication and devotion to a person is nothing if not admirable.
Unfortunately, it also means that if betrayal or rejection is afoot, she can be hurt badly. Deeply so. Too much negativity can also dampen her spirit, and while she'll fiercely fight to the absolute last stand, she can become bitterly disillusioned if she feels she's failed, or she's made to feel she's fighting for nothing - suffice to say, there'll be moments where the war will even take it's toll on her, though she'll do her best to hide any depression from people she cares for. Surprisingly, she can also be a little self-conscious about her Metamorphmagus abilities; you see, not everyone regards a witch who can change her appearance entirely at will as trustworthy. Understandable, really, but still a bit difficult to deal with; she's definitely not got it as bad as the other half-humans, like, oh, werewolves, but she's had her fair share of bullying and 'freak' comments, and yes, the occasional snide remark over how exactly she made it onto the Auror squad. Tack onto that the fact that the great majority of guys will glaze right over into their fantasies when they realise she can morph into their perfect woman and...well, reckon you see why she has her self-conscious moments now, can't you.
If she's self-conscious about anything else, it'd be her clumsiness. Tonks is dead clumsy, no if's or but's about it, and even she'll tell you that. Quite cheerfully, too, unless she's in a really bad mood; it's not something she's debilitatingly conscious about, but in certain situations, it can be incredibly embarrassing for her. And painful. There's a reason her poor knees look like a warzone. Her spontaenous nature also seems to trickle over to her ability to maintain order. Or disorder, at that; she shamelessly confesses to inheriting her father's sloppy habits, and downright sucks at cleaning, householdy spells.
She's also got a wicked sense of humour. Being entirely without shyness makes her a merciless tease - not in the way of flirtatious tease, of course (usually, anyway), but she can prank and give cheek with the best of them. In a way, her mother naming her Nymphadora was probably some kind of karmic retribution, because the woman is a complete imp once she's got her teeth into the proverbial bone - cheeky and playful and mischievous and wicked and every word pertaining. Or, as her old Head of House used to say, "lacking certain necessary qualities. Like the ability to behave herself." At the end of the day, though, Tonks is unafraid of hard work and toil. She's more than willing to look out for others, and honest to a fault. And loyal, too. Absolutely, unfailingly, unshakably loyal once her loyalty is gained. The quintessential Hufflepuff, really.
LIKES ;;
Remus. "Yes, he's older. But he's nice. And kind. And friendly. And hilarious. And cheeky. And have you SEEN him when he's playing it shy behind that hair? Ooooh sweet Merlin, the git."
Sirius. "Because he'll whinge like a little bitch if I don't pretend to loooove him."
Chocolate. "Mmmmm. Elixir of Life. Elixir of Feminine Sanity."
Moccachino. "It's like coffee but with giant chocolatey foam of doom. Muggles are geniuses."
Being Warm. "I don't like being cold. At all. I especially in front of hot fires in wintertime. With blankets. And hot chocolate. And...er, yeah. *wriggle of delight*"
Tea. "Mad-eye once told me that I drank way too much coffee, and that it's not healthy and I apparently don't need any more incentive to be spastic. Don't know what he's talking about, but at any rate, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I came to like tea."
Jam on Toast. "It's also like the only damn thing I can cook that isn't two minute noodles and doesn't end up with various appliances and curtain drapes set alight. No, seriously. Also, strawberry jam is to diiiie for."
Bright Colours. "Obviously."
Reading. "I swear by Merlin's saggy underwear, if anyone so much as makes a crack at this not computing with my inability to sit still, they will find themselves Bat Bogey'd to DEATH."
Being Active. "My loved ones (traitorous gits) would like to tell you that I couldn't be any more spastic if you fed me caffeine through an IV drip. I'd like to tell them to sod the hell off; I just don't like being inactive. Makes me restless. It's what happens when you're trained to be a Dark Wizard Chaser."
Affection. "I'm not going to lie; I love cuddles. I crave them. I like feeling loved; who doesn't? So it probably makes me a bit clingy at times. Comes part and parcel with loving warmth."
Laughter. "Who doesn't enjoy hearing a good belly-busting giggle?"
Mischief. "My Head of House said I lack certain necessary qualities. My cousin is a Marauder.I'm crushing on another Marauder. It explains itself."
Swimming. "Uh...what can I say? I love the water. I used to swim in the Lake in the summer. Used to squeal like a fangirl at a Megamaggot concert when my parents took me to the seaside. I just really love the water."
Astronomy. "Just the stars in general is nice enough, but you know, I liked Astronomy in school. I could sit out there for hours with you, picking out constellations and pondering the mysteries of the Universe."
Her Job. "Trust me, when you're one of the very few females on the force who got through the program, got mentored by Mad-Eye Moody, and...well. Point being, I obviously love my job to pieces.Even if the Minister is an absolute imbecile."
DISLIKES ;;
Not Getting Her Own Way. "...who doesn't like it when things don't go how they want? I just happen to be a mite stubborn about it."
Her Family Ties to the House of Black. "Toujours Pur? More like Toujours Insanitus."
Clumsiness. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't enjoy falling facefirst down staircases and breaking my kneecaps/head/insert limb here. It kind of does this thing where it hurts. I mean, I've accepted it for what it is, but I still wish I could be that little bit more graceful. Like Mum."
Being Underestimated. "Do not. Do not tell me I cannot do something. Or be something. I'll be the sodding judge of that. And if I hear absolutely anything pertaining along the lines of: "Hey Tonks, luv, why don't you make your tits bigger?", you will die."
Needless Cruelty. "Drowning puppies...kicking kittens...torturing helpless children...slaughtering Muggleborns...you know. The usual stuff that is kind of really screwed up."
Pureblood Supremism. "OHAI THAR AUNTY BELLA."
Dancing. "If I even have to explain this one beyond my two left feet, we've got a problem. I don't care how romantic it's meant to be; I'm not doing it under pain of death."
Vegetables. "Nasty peas. Nasty capsicum. Nasty carrots. Nasty cauliflower. Nasty zucchini. They hurts us, they does, preciousssss."
STRENGTHS ;;
Concealment and Disguise. "Now, most witches and wizards require a wand and a potion when they want to change their appearance. Me, though? Well, I guess I'm a bit luckier. See, I'm a Metamorphmagus, so I sort of naturally possess the ability to change my physical appearance at will. I just need to think for a moment, and I can change just about any aspect of my appearance...though full on transformations obviously take a lot more effort and a bit more energy. It's great for entertaining people, but it's also dead useful if I don't want to be recognised, or need to carry out a bit of concealment and espionage. Before you ask how you do it, though...Metamorphmagus are pretty damn rare. They're born, not made, and as far as I know, I'm the only one hanging around the British Isles at the moment."
Duelling. As an official Dark Wizard catcher, I obviously need to be half-decent at duelling. You don't get anywhere in the Auror world if you can't duel, and I reckon I hold my own weight pretty well in a firefight. At any rate, I've got damn good aim, and I'm a dab hand at hexing. Hell, I figured if even Moody admits you're considerably talented, then you must be pretty damn good."
Non-Verbal Magic. "I blame Moody for being good at this. And by blame him I mean I'd thank him with hugs and sloppy kisses if I didn't think he'd langlock me for it, because his constantly beating me over the head with it has probably saved my clumsy arse more than once. I definitely can't non-verbal every spell I cast, but I can get away with non-verbalising a decent amount of them."
Flying. "Hufflepuff Chaser three years running, baby! Yeah, bet you weren't expecting that, bwahahaha. But in all seriousness, mate, I like to fly, I enjoy flying, and I know how to fly and duel in flight."
Problem-Solving. "I know, I know, it's not really what you'd consider a general strength. But I'm maybe a little bit proud of my ability to think on the fly, too, and even my sloppy old Dad has commented once or twice on my ability to get out of sticky situations fairly unscathed."
Compassion. "I think this gets talked up a bit too much, but I guess it's what Dad calls having an 'open heart'. It definitely sounds less patronising than most other things would when it comes to people I love, that's for sure. It's definitely better than having a 'Black streak', at any rate."
Determination. "It's not sodding stubbornness. I just like to get what I want once I set my mind on it, and it's damn useful to have in a bad situation."
Loyalty. "I kind of think the fact I'm in Hufflepuff speaks for itself. Gryffindors might have the monopoly on nobility, but when it comes to loyalty, Hufflepuffs kick the total arse out of everyone. Did you know Mad-Eye was a Hufflepuff too? Ha! Bet that shocked you! We're not so easy to shove off to the side now, are we? You might belong in Hufflepuff, WHERE THEY ARE JUST AND LOYAL THOSE PATIENT HUFFLEPUFFS ARE TRUE AND UNAFRAID OF TOIL. MWAHAHA."
Resilience. "This kind of makes me blush. I mean, it's flattering, too, and I'm not saying I'm easy to screw around. Because I'm not. Just ask Mad-Eye, way back in my training days. And every stupid bastard who's ever tried to push me around, whether we're doing the work thing or the play thing."
Passionate. "...naughty. So naughty. Soso--er, okay, I'll be serious now. I guess it just means that I'm damn hard-working. If I want something, I won't stop until I get it. Even if I have to wait a thousand bloody years. I won't give up. And okay, yes, it might apply to other contexts too. Maybe."
FLAWS ;;
Center of Gravity/Stealth. "Yeah, I know, you'd think an Auror built like zat Tonks would be the epitomy of grace. But no. I've been known to burn fricking pasta, and fall over my own arse. I nearly failed Stealth and Tracking during my training, but after a tonne of hard work and hours spent with some of the seniors on the force, I managed to pass pretty well. I think the only time I'm not gravitationally challenged is in the middle of a fight...most times. Merlin, I hate being so clumsy. I know, it's funny as hell, but sometimes, it's so bloody unnattractive."
Recklessness. "It must be a Black thing. Granted, I'm nowhere near as bad as certain family members, but I admit, I'm probably not as patient as I should be a lot of the time. I can be patient, but it takes a lot of convincing, especially if I get mad, and I can see the point of waiting once I come 'round, I guess. I'm not a bloody Gryffindor after alll. Not one of my prouder traits, to be honest."
Family. "Well durr. Sure, my mother drives me bonkers with her nagging and my Dad is a right old slob, but they're still Mum and Daddy, and I'd do anything for them. And confess that yes, I even love Sirius in his own git-like way, but that's one way to get to me...I might be half-Black, but I don't share their bloody values on what family is meant to be. In short...yes, I suppose if you tried hard enough, you could use them to get to me."
Prankster/Mischief Maker. "What? I'm cousin to a Marauder and my old Head of House even said I lacked the "certain necessary qualities" for Prefecthood. What can I say? I appreciate a good laugh, and I might maybe now and again find it vital that I abuse my Auror skills in the name of a good bit of mischief managed."
Occlumency. "This one drives Moody insane. I aced the Legilimency aspect of his training, but...I don't know. I can manage Occlumency up to a point. Then again, maybe if my teacher didn't go out of his way to try and kill me every. Single. Time...we might get somewhere."
Charms. "This is a bit of a grey area. I can do Charms, obviously, but it took a few extra hours of practice in school to ace the NEWT for it, and I'd be damned if I can do householdy charms. If there's any place where my non-verbal skills fail me, it's Charms. "
Claustrophobia. "No, seriously. Don't put me in really closed off spaces and leave me under the impression that there's no escape. Really, just don't. I've had enough bad experiences to warrant a healthy fear of being closed up in the dark."
Stubbornness. "OKAY FINE. I'm stubborn as a mule. That's not always a good thing."
Temperamental. "I suppose if I had to inherit anything off my mother, it would be the temper. Not off Dad; he's pretty darn chilled. Hec, I'm pretty darn chilled most days, to be honest...I just have buttons that can be pushed. And I do rise to the bait, unfortunately. The downside to being such a passionate, wonderfully ardent human being, I suppose. Le sigh."
Foot in Mouth Syndrome. "So I like to call it being honest. But let's be...er, honest; I've got a really bad habit of saying the first, and if we're lucky, the second thing that immediately comes to mind in any given situation. I...just...seriously. Word vomit at it's worst. Cute babbling at it's best."
HABITS ;;
Falling Over Things. "No, it counts. It really does. I do it so often that people expect it as often as they expect to see Professor Dumbledore twinking over his specs."
Chewing Thumbnail/Thumb. "Mum really, really hates this. I have a perpetually ragged thumb nail as a result. But I can't help it. It's my bored/restless/bashful/embarrassed/thoughtful response. Pretty much my EVERYTHING response."
AMBITIONS ;;
Dora doesn't really have much of this. Well, not in the literal sense; she's not power-hungry or desiring high prestige or any of the like. Honestly, she more or less thinks in the here and now, and has always done so, enjoying life as it is and with whatever it gives her. If she does have *any* ambitions though, even one, it'd be to be as ready as possible for the future. For the possible darkness coming. Everything Mad-Eye says. And whatever it might bring.
FEARS ;;
Enclosed Spaces. "I have claustrophobia. Bad, bad claustrophobia. But damn it to hell, you'd have it to if you fell down a sodding ravine and got stuck there for hours on end."
Bellatrix's Laughter. She's not sure when it's set, but she dimly recalls meeting her Aunt at least once as a child. It was enough, though, and her biggest fear even as it's one of her staunchest wishes is to keep Bellatrix in Azkaban. Regardless, it scares her a little; Dora can't quite stifle the chills down her spine for every time she's heard her Aunt's mad cackles and cruel, childish taunts.
Being Left Alone in the World. Tonks figures everyone has this fear, and she's not alone in that respect. She doesn't let it rule her life, but she won't lie either, even if it sounds weak - being left alone, losing everyone she loves, is growing to love even, scares the hell out of her. And in it's way, it also ties in with the fear of Voldemort's return and what it could mean.
SECRETS ;;
- Tonks is far more afraid of inheriting the Black Streak than she cares to admit. While not as dark as some of her family, she knows she has a temper, and when it comes to dealing out punishment and justice to the cruel and deserving, her morals can be a bit grey.
- Though her outward appearance and tastes reflect an indie-punk style, Tonks actually secretly adores classical jazz music; it's a little something she got off her father. To date, Blue Moon by Ella Fitzgerald is her favorite
- Her inability to morph due to extreme, depressing emotion isn't the only weakness in her morphing abilities. She couldn't quite tell you how it works, but somehow, the magic in her blood from aforementioned abilities forces her to unconsciously assume the appearance of whatever a man who is interested in or fancies her desires most, should they touch her intimately. As a result, it might make more sense on a deeper level now as to why she hasn't exactly had a plethora of relationships, and to date, she's yet to resume completely her true form for a man.
She's also got the worst crush on Remus Lupin SHUT THE HELL UP SIRIUS.
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FATHER ;;
Theodore "Ted" Tonks; 49; Unknown. Out of both parents, Ted is the parent Nymphadora identifies with the most. She shares many of his little quirks and habits, including the ability for 'organised chaos', and he's always been her greatest champion and support, even if he doesn't always understand her choices, picking her up when she's tripped and stumbled, literally and metaphorically. Ted is, quite simply, Dora's hero; he's the man who risked his life and defied an entire family of nutters (but very influential nutters) out of love for her mother, making him very much the catalyst behind her own determination to make it work with the man she loves. He's one of very few who gets away with calling her aforementioned nickname without getting growled at. Auror and rebellious little soldier she might be, but Dora is very much Daddy's Little Girl at the end of the day,
MOTHER ;;
Andromeda Tonks (nee. Black); 49; Unknown. One of the very, very few who gets away with calling her Nymphadora, Dora's relationship with Andromeda is very much love-hate at times. She's never forgiven her mother for the name she christened her with, and see's them as polar opposites in personality, hence why they argued (and argue) as much as they did during her teen years. However, she's more like Andromeda than she realises, and at the end of the day, Dora has a great deal of respect and love for her mother and her opinion, and what she's sacrificed and risked purely for marrying Ted and having Dora herself.
SIBLINGS ;; N/A. Nada, zip, zilch. She would have liked some to play with, despite jokes that she'd have smothered them for taking attention from her, but being an only child was lonely sometimes.
HOMETOWN ;; Stratford-Upon-Avon, England.
BIRTHDATE ;; 14th February, 1973.
HISTORY ;;
Much to her extreme chagrin, Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks was born on Valentine's Day of 1973. Less to her chagrin, she shocked the hell out of both her parents and the midwife present, as within the hour of her birth, she'd changed her hair from brown to pink to green to neon orange to aqua and back to pink, thus proving her to be of the extremely rare breed of magical beings, Metamorphmagi. All amusement aside, though, she was hardly born into a world of light and love and adoring family; the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were well and truly established as a presence in the world, the First Wizarding War was in the midst of it's darkest times, and though they were not members of the Order of the Phoenix, her parents had been forced into hiding so as to protect themselves, and by extension their newborn daughter, from the murderous impulses of Andromeda Tonks, nee. Black's, family, especially her sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, though the entire family considered her a blood traitor of the worst sort for daring to defy and marry Muggleborn Ted Tonks.
As such, Tonks spent the first few years of her life prior to the fall of Voldemort with her life essentially under threat. The Tonks' were forced to move twice after her birth to escape the Black family and their affiliations amidst the Death Eaters, before finally finding some semblance of peace in a rural area some miles out of London, though close enough for them to keep in touch with the few they could still trust, within the Order and within family, such as Sirius, who had always been Andromeda's favorite cousin. Young Nymphadora was also often forced to wear hats and beanies so she would be harder to recognise, something she never quite grew out of until she would enter Hogwarts.
Even with the threat of Voldemort and her mother's family, though, Tonks' infant years were hardly dark and frought with angst. She was well aware from a young age of what was going on in the world around her, and why her parents were always on edge when they were out, but even so, she did not lack the most important aspects of a good, simple childhood: warmth, shelter, protection, a place to run around in the woods surrounding the house she would grow up in, and of course, love. A self-confessed Daddy's girl, she had Ted wrapped around her finger from day one, and it was often left to Andromeda to discipline their headstrong little daughter, while Ted was left to deal with the trips and spills that came with having not only a Metamorphmagus for a daughter, but a ridiculously clumsy one at that.
Still, between that and regular visits with both cousin and big, boisterous playmate, Sirius, the child could easily deal with her klutziness and the embarrassment that came with it. Well, for the most part, anyway; she fully blames her clumsiness to this day for bringing forth the event that would also give her a healthy dose of claustrophobia, though she barely remembers it. What she does remember, though, along with the times her parents have told the story, is falling down into a terrible dark place while exploring behind her family's home, a hell of a lot of pain, and screaming herself hoarse until she was found while thinking she was going to be trapped forever. Her father will tell you much the same; 'Dora fell down a ravine in the forest after wandering away from a small social gathering at their home at the age of five and broke her leg. Only a small ravine, but a well-hidden one, and no doubt enormous and frightening to a small child only wanting to play. It would take almost four hours to find her, and they didn't find her until one of Sirius' good mate's heard her whimpering, before calling out and causing her to use magic for the first time when she responded by levitating herself out, before promptly bursting into tears and dropping into the poor lad's arms. Poor lad being because she wouldn't bloody let him go for hours afterwards, and only after her mother had put her to sleep with a mild sleeping draught. Still, she bounded back in the end, as 'Dora does; she just had a deep set fear of enclosed, dark spaces as a result.
One thing Nymphadora dealt with in a less amicable fashion in her childhood, though, was the teasing and bullying. Children, whether wizard or Muggle, can be horribly cruel creatures, and prey on the unusual and the 'freaky' at the drop of a hat. As such, Nymphadora spent a great deal of her youth dealing with them, as she was eccentric enough even without her beanie-covered, morphing hair and other body bits there to deal with - an embarrassing and regular occurence in her childhood, as she could not completely control her abilities. Her temper tantrums when said bullying happened were just as regular as her morphing (and her penchant for mischief), too, and as a result, she was copping strife from teachers even before Hogwarts. It would be the aforementioned bullying that would also be the catalyst behind her more insecure qualities, as well as her hatred for the name Nymphadora and her subsequent demand to be known as Tonks.
The fall of Voldemort at the hands of a baby Neville Longbottom finally signified the end of the First Wizarding War, though the Tonks remained wary for some time, especially as so many of his followers, Bellatrix included, were still at large. It would not be until the year before a ten year old Tonks entered Hogwarts that they'd finally be free enough to come out into the open again, but at a terrible cost. Many lives had been lost, and more than once, little Dora woke in the night to the sound of her mother's tears.
Age eleven saw a young Tonks enter Hogwarts. She was Sorted into Hufflepuff like Ted had been, much to his delight and her mother's combined relief and chagrin, and immediately set about making a reputation for herself as an incorrigable mischief-maker and, ironically, a friend worth having. No longer did she have to hide her Metamorphmagus abilities whilst traipsing the hallowed castle halls, though both her name and abilities (and her clumsiness) copped a fair amount of bullying from less savoury beings. Much to her delight, though, or perhaps more than it had been at not having to hide her abilities, Tonks took to enacting revenge with pointed precision, using both her ability to change faces and a considerable talent for hexing to it's fullest potential. She also took to mimicking Professors for a laugh - not that it amused them so much, and it was for this that she often found herself in detention. In fact, to date, she holds the record second only to her beloved cousin, Sirius, for number of detentions in a school year consecutively - sixty-three, in fact, for morphing into various female members of Staff on Valentine's Day of her Fifth Year and confessing undying love to Professor Dumbledore with each morph. It wasn't all sunshine and good fun, though - some of the bullying Tonks did face came from her connection with a family so wrapped up in the fallen Voldemort's ideals (another reason why she demanded she be referred to as Tonks), though in it's way, this darker vein of ridicule became a major player in he driving force behind her decision to become a Dark Wizard catcher.
Apart from gaining that reputation for mischief, clumsiness and 'lacking certain necessary qualities', though, Tonks' years at Hogwarts were some of the best of her life thus far. By some miracle to outside parties, she made the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team as Chaser at the age of fourteen without killing anyone, and held the position until Seventh Year, making her part of the team when it went on to win that year's Quidditch House Cup. She also proved herself not a lost cause, either, knuckling down in the same year she became a Chaser in her studies. The results would be that, in Seventh Year, she acquired the NEWTs needed to pass the theoretical components of the Auror training course.
The Auror training course would also be some of the best (and worst) years of her life. Tonks proved early on that she was a downright hazard at times, managing to send the orienteering instructor flying arse over head over a desk on the very first day of the program. Her wild hair colours and distinct sense of style also made her less of a favorite amongst the more polished of the instructors, if their prejudice over her connection to the Black family didn't already. Yet despite all of this working against her, or perhaps because of it, Tonks dug her heels in and forced herself beyond the brink of exhaustion time and time again, and as a result, she found herself under the tutelage and mentorship of one Alastor Moody in her second year. To this day, she couldn't tell you if they allowed him to take her on in the hope's that he'd break her, but she suspects they did and were no doubt bitterly disappointed when she not only passed everything, including Stealth and Tracking, but bounded into the Auror offices at the end of training, a fully graduated Auror, and greeted them with a wide grin (and then promptly upset a towering stack of papers outside Kingsley Shacklebolt's cubicle, but thank Merlin he had a sense of humour about it).
Despite her good fortune with her job, Tonks was less lucky when it came to romance. For one, though she's always been fairly certain people call her old-fashioned - or at worst, prudish - for it, she was and never will be one for hook-ups, as opposed to most her age. Perhaps it's her own consciousness of her morphing abilities, but it's just how she is, especially considering ninety five percent of the men she's met in such a setting immediately glaze over into their fantasies when they realise what exactly she can do (think the perfect woman to a man), and she always had just enough pride in herself not to ever stoop to that level. In terms of actual romance; she dated once or twice during most of her senior school years, as aforementioned, and she had one brief romance following that with an American, until she hexed the poor Yank bastard one night for attempting to coerce her into morphing "a bit blonder, perhaps love, and imagine what you could do with a deadset rack...in short, he joined the list of men who were effectively leading Tonks at that point to the cynical conclusion that, when it came to romance and lust, men could be arses.
All humour aside regarding her romantic past, though, the worst of it thus far is something that, under the bubbliness, still hurts her a little to this day. Cheating and infidelity, whether you're married or not, does that to a person, and considering, at the age of twenty-one and as a young Auror, she'd been willing to look past the fact that her then boyfriend was - had been - a Slytherin Pureblood, and deal with the snide criticisms from the wealthy circle in which he'd run. And the the slick bastard cheated on her, and...well, even without the fact that Tonks was and is a woman who gives her heart in all it's entirety...one can surely see why it stung, and to this day, half explains why she doesn't suffer rejection very well.
Thankfully, her mentorship under Moody (and possibly her unintentional endearment with Shacklebolt) ensured that Tonks was not kept behind the desk pushing pens, as her old instructors and the crotchetier of the Aurors would no doubt have liked, and as such, left little time for her to truly grieve over her crappy luck with romance.
Thus, her first year as an Auror was quite eventful, landing her in St. Mungo's at least once - "He tried to strangle me with a goddamn garter, Mad-eye! How the hell was I supposed to be constantly vigilant when I had woman's lingerie around my bloody neck?" - but otherwise giving her invaluable experience on the field that she might not otherwise have gained. Tonks would discover an ulterior motive to their encouragement, though, though she wasn't miffed for long when they finally unveiled their reasons for watching over her - there were rumours abounding that Voldemort would soon return, and they were both keeping an eye out for those they could potentially trust in the future, and should the Order be reconvened, where they might not be able to trust the Ministry.
Well...all flattery and miffedness aside, Tonks agreed off the bat to at least get to know some others they knew of and see what she'd be getting herself into. However, she'd long since begun to nurse her own doubts over the Ministry's belief - or lack of - in the conviction of Dumbledore's return, even barely avoided getting into trouble over it just for making a sarcastic comment...barely. But overhearing that had apparently been the final catalyst behind recruiting her, so to speak. Otherwise, she surprisingly, she managed to avoid several near misses with suspicious co-workers, particularly her then-supervisor, Rufus Scrimgeour, all of which was in no small part to how oft. underestimated she was and is, and yes, she admits, having Shacklebolt's and Moody's protection helped a helluva lot.
Professional obligations aside, much of her free time has been spent getting to know her old favorite cousin again, Sirius. And of couse, his mate. You know, that werewolf fellow. The one who your first meeting with that involved your damned clumsiness, a troll foot umbrella stand, lots of dust, and almost killing aforementioned very warm, very Professor-ish, chocolate-smelling werewolf. Who, for some bewildering reason, still helped you up, smiled, and politely offered to fix the ankle you nearly ripped off your leg when you tripped over aforementioned umbrella stand. And was and is now under the very small list of people you consider best friends, despite the growing darkness in the world.
**Knowing how absentminded I am - worse than Tonks' clumsies, that is! - I've probably missed something somewhere in the plot or what have you, but I hope I haven't. So for the moment, I tried to keep things as vague as possible and workable without being too wishy-washy. Hope it works out!
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HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff.
YEAR ;; Alumni.
WAND ;; 10 inches; alder; dragonheartstring; swishy.
BEST SUBJECT ;; Transfiguration.
WORST SUBJECT ;; History of Magic.
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POSITION ;; Auror.
QUALIFICATIONS ;; NEWT-level Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology. Registered Auror with the Ministry of Magic.
HOW MANY YEARS ;; Just over a year.
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YOUR NAME ;; Spooky!
AGE ;;
EXPERIENCE ;; Nine years in RP. Four in Harry Potter. One and a half playing canon.
HOW DID YOU FIND US ;; Uuuum...advertisement. Cannot remember where. xD
RP SAMPLE ;;
She was no Gryffindor. But nor was she easily cowed. She hated to admit to vulnerability with a passion; it came not only with the territory of being part of the very scant percentage of women on the Auror force, but from years of defiance during her school years. 'Lacking certain necessary qualities' was what she'd told Harry when she had confessed to never making Prefect, and she'd meant it. Been proud of it, even. What she hadn't added was that part of that certain 'lacking' had involved multiple occasions where she had gotten into fights. To defend herself from the bullies. With the bullies - whether they had taunted her for her 'Black' blood or tormented her for her first name, or even looked at her with suspicion for her shapeshifting. It was that very defiance that had bred from those occasions...that very same casual rebellion (in her eyes) that manifested itself in the form of outrageous colours and tenacity...
It hid the vulnerability. The insecurity. Stopped people from palming her off as too sodding young, too naive, too soft...no. They were the very things she took pride in. Glorified in, even. Her tenacity. That casual defiance. That playful, optimistic stubbornness that was Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora Tonks. Nobody could hurt her so long as she had that.
And yet this man - regardless of what he thought of himself - could undo it all. He'd been doing it from the moment she'd tripped her into Grimmauld Place. She could have hated him for it. Should have, at times. But she never had. Never could.
And from this moment, never would.
Fleetingly, she knew that it could all go pear-shaped. It was part and parcel in any relationship, or even a prospective relationship, for things to go to shite now and again, let alone in a prospective relationship with a man like the one before her. But it was just that...fleeting. And then he was standing and her heart steeled itself with the very real prospect of him leaving and then it was beating far too fast and...
Calloused hands cupping her face so tenderly. Stroking her cheekbones. Scarred palms. Scarred face. So gentle. And yet that smile. That smile.
Moony.
"Remus..."
So beautiful. He was beautiful. And he wasn't backing away.
Don't move, Nymph. Don't fricking move.
And then he was so very close, and before she could even consciously process the thought, her chin tilted upwards in response, lips parting and...he was kissing her. Again. And it was as gentle as his hands had been on her face, and yet firm enough to leave her in absolutely no doubt as to just how right her decision to jump - finally jump, after months and months - had been.
'Sounds like a date, Nymph. Meet me in the library when the matriarch gets home.'
Whatever you want...
Laughter - giddy, idiotic, relieved laughter - bubbled in her throat - of all the innappropriate moments for her to have a fit of the giggles - when she pulled back, but only so she could touch her nose to his, nuzzle her face closer and let her eyelashes whisper softly, teasingly, against the angle of his cheekbones. Vaguely, she realised that anyone could walk in. Sirius could return. The 'feared matron' could turn up at any moment.
And she did not give a damn.
She was aware too that the ends of her hair had turned pink - rosy and vivid - and she made an effort to morph it away before it was too noticeable, though it was a half-hearted attempt...her thoughts were far better occupied by those other sensations. And others yet again...the play of thin scar tissue under her hands when they came to rest, fingers spread and thumbs caressing, against the planes of Remus' face, sliding into the fine hair - soft brown and coarser grey - at the base of his neck, both anchor to pull herself up and press her stocky little frame to his tall, lean one and to pull him back into another kiss - one that was definitely *not* tentative and infinitely more ardent and demanding and everything that Tonks' was - eager and warm and entirely giving.
And definitely, definitely not afraid.
Whatever you want.
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