Post by sawyer on Feb 15, 2010 20:59:54 GMT -5
First Name:Sawyer
Last Name: Dechant
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Sawyer was born to Lucas and Brielle Dechant, a university physics professor and a marriage counsellor respectively. Sawyer’s parents had been told to expect a boy, and were rightly surprised when they were informed that they had had a girl. Despite the fact that the name they had picked out was quite obviously a boys name they used it. Two years later they had twin boys, Aaron and Adrian. It was around this time that Sawyer began showing signs of magic, but her parents being busy with the new twins didn’t notice anything unusual about their daughter. Unfortunately the other people around her were not nearly as oblivious and Sawyer became a bit of an oddity in their small town. Sawyer, being so young did not notice the odd looks until she entered elementary school and was an outcast among her peers. She turned to books and spent a lot of time alone which in turn caused her parents to worry about her. Sawyer was sent to a shrink much to her disdain, but the shrink not believing her claims of “being able to do weird things just by thinking about them” encouraged her to practice her skills. Though Sawyer didn’t like the woman she did take this advice and honed her skills allowing her to gain more control over her powers.
On the therapists recommendation Sawyer’s parents transferred her to a school in the next town over. With her new control over her powers Sawyer was more capable of fitting in. She did in fact do better at her new school even gaining a small, but solid circle of friends though she made sure never to bring them home in case they heard something about her. When she received the letter to go to Beauxbatons she was not nearly as surprised as her parents, but with their blessing they allowed her to go. She came home from her first year more confident than ever, especially thanks to her, admittedly limited, French skills. Her brothers did not have magic much to Sawyer’s delight as she had always felt like the least favourite of the children. Though her parents would never admit it they do rather like Aaron and Adrian better, but on the plus side the twins look up to Sawyer and are continually fighting for her approval.
Sawyer loves Beauxbatons, and France, even though her French skills remain limited. She is not particularly well known throughout the school. Most people, while they would recognize her, do not actually know her name. She has had her share of being known and didn’t particularly enjoy it, but she does sometimes dream of being known, as long as it’s for a positive thing.
Personality: Sawyer is quiet by circumstance, not by choice. She was a loud, outgoing child until people began to look at her strangely. Despite the fact that she is in a place where magic is accepted she continues to keep to herself. Every year she tells herself that she will try and be more extroverted, but old habits die hard. Despite what most people think she isn’t often to be found lurking in the library as she finds the silence deafening. She’s never really been fascinated by Quidditch and doesn’t pretend to be, although she does like to fly, but she has never been a competitive person.
When she was younger Sawyer was ashamed of her name and tried vainly to come up with a more feminine nickname, but to no avail. Nowadays she accepts it as just another part of her and realizes that the person makes the name, the name doesn’t make the person. When people do make rude comments about it she’s likely to quote Shakespeare’s “what’s in a name?”. Yes, people have looked at her oddly, especially at Beauxbatons where people are not as familiar with the famed muggle author, but when it comes to her name she’s become a rigid supporter and doesn’t even mind the looks.
Sawyer is nothing if not non-judgmental. Having been judged so harshly in her life has given her a unique perspective and she’s always there to comfort people who need her, however her lack of friends means this doesn’t happen often. She’s definitely more of a listener and is slow to add her opinions in discussions, class or otherwise. She has an insane fear of public speaking, but fortunately her teachers are aware and usually allow her to do an alternative assignment instead. She knows she is rather pretty, but doesn’t take advantage of it like the other girls do. Boys don’t really notice her, but she doesn’t mind, and in fact rather likes it that way.
Sample RP: Sawyer made her way down to breakfast still running her fingers through her curly blond hair. She had lost her hairbrush again, and forgotten the detangling charm she had looked up the year before. She knew she had scribbled it down somewhere, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember where. Huffing in frustration she walked into the Great Hall where other students were leisurely eating breakfast and gave up on taming her curls. She looked around and recognizing some of her classmates sat down to eat.
“You don’t mind if I sit here do you,” she asked trying to appear confident. The others mostly just shrugged if they acknowledged her presence at all. Sawyer knew enough to take that as their acquiescence and began to fill her plate. Like always she ate quickly and efficiently before nodding her goodbyes to the others who continued to ignore her existence. Thinking quickly she hurried to her first class, Charms, so quickly that she was the first person in the classroom besides the teacher. “Good morning,” she said taking a seat. She would have tried French, but her French was shaky at the best of times and even more so in the morning. The actual phrase meaning good morning eluded her currently.
“- Mademoiselle Dechant,” she heard the professor return and cursed herself for not listening knowing the professor had likely just said good morning in French. She smiled weakly as people began pouring into the classroom. A cute boy she didn’t recognize took a seat next to her, a seat that had been empty the day before.
“Hey,” he said, “I mean, bonjour.” Sawyer was delighted to meet another non native French speaker.
“It’s alright,” she whispered thankful that class had not actually begun yet, “English is my first language too. I’m Sawyer by the way.” The guy looked relieved.
“Jonathan,” he said with a smile. She couldn’t believe she was actually having a conversation with him. She could barely talk to girls let alone boys normally.
“Welcome to Beauxbatons,” she said, “Class is about to start though.” She turned her head towards the professor. She was surprised when his hand inched its way over to her and left her a note. She blinked a few times rather surprised, but finally opened the note with a fluid motion. ‘Thanks’ it said. She smiled and turned her head towards him and mouthed ‘you’re welcome’. For some reason she found it tough to concentrate for the rest of class. Subconsciously she knew it was because of Jonathan, but she would never admit it.
Must be Rouerie!
Last Name: Dechant
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Sawyer was born to Lucas and Brielle Dechant, a university physics professor and a marriage counsellor respectively. Sawyer’s parents had been told to expect a boy, and were rightly surprised when they were informed that they had had a girl. Despite the fact that the name they had picked out was quite obviously a boys name they used it. Two years later they had twin boys, Aaron and Adrian. It was around this time that Sawyer began showing signs of magic, but her parents being busy with the new twins didn’t notice anything unusual about their daughter. Unfortunately the other people around her were not nearly as oblivious and Sawyer became a bit of an oddity in their small town. Sawyer, being so young did not notice the odd looks until she entered elementary school and was an outcast among her peers. She turned to books and spent a lot of time alone which in turn caused her parents to worry about her. Sawyer was sent to a shrink much to her disdain, but the shrink not believing her claims of “being able to do weird things just by thinking about them” encouraged her to practice her skills. Though Sawyer didn’t like the woman she did take this advice and honed her skills allowing her to gain more control over her powers.
On the therapists recommendation Sawyer’s parents transferred her to a school in the next town over. With her new control over her powers Sawyer was more capable of fitting in. She did in fact do better at her new school even gaining a small, but solid circle of friends though she made sure never to bring them home in case they heard something about her. When she received the letter to go to Beauxbatons she was not nearly as surprised as her parents, but with their blessing they allowed her to go. She came home from her first year more confident than ever, especially thanks to her, admittedly limited, French skills. Her brothers did not have magic much to Sawyer’s delight as she had always felt like the least favourite of the children. Though her parents would never admit it they do rather like Aaron and Adrian better, but on the plus side the twins look up to Sawyer and are continually fighting for her approval.
Sawyer loves Beauxbatons, and France, even though her French skills remain limited. She is not particularly well known throughout the school. Most people, while they would recognize her, do not actually know her name. She has had her share of being known and didn’t particularly enjoy it, but she does sometimes dream of being known, as long as it’s for a positive thing.
Personality: Sawyer is quiet by circumstance, not by choice. She was a loud, outgoing child until people began to look at her strangely. Despite the fact that she is in a place where magic is accepted she continues to keep to herself. Every year she tells herself that she will try and be more extroverted, but old habits die hard. Despite what most people think she isn’t often to be found lurking in the library as she finds the silence deafening. She’s never really been fascinated by Quidditch and doesn’t pretend to be, although she does like to fly, but she has never been a competitive person.
When she was younger Sawyer was ashamed of her name and tried vainly to come up with a more feminine nickname, but to no avail. Nowadays she accepts it as just another part of her and realizes that the person makes the name, the name doesn’t make the person. When people do make rude comments about it she’s likely to quote Shakespeare’s “what’s in a name?”. Yes, people have looked at her oddly, especially at Beauxbatons where people are not as familiar with the famed muggle author, but when it comes to her name she’s become a rigid supporter and doesn’t even mind the looks.
Sawyer is nothing if not non-judgmental. Having been judged so harshly in her life has given her a unique perspective and she’s always there to comfort people who need her, however her lack of friends means this doesn’t happen often. She’s definitely more of a listener and is slow to add her opinions in discussions, class or otherwise. She has an insane fear of public speaking, but fortunately her teachers are aware and usually allow her to do an alternative assignment instead. She knows she is rather pretty, but doesn’t take advantage of it like the other girls do. Boys don’t really notice her, but she doesn’t mind, and in fact rather likes it that way.
Sample RP: Sawyer made her way down to breakfast still running her fingers through her curly blond hair. She had lost her hairbrush again, and forgotten the detangling charm she had looked up the year before. She knew she had scribbled it down somewhere, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember where. Huffing in frustration she walked into the Great Hall where other students were leisurely eating breakfast and gave up on taming her curls. She looked around and recognizing some of her classmates sat down to eat.
“You don’t mind if I sit here do you,” she asked trying to appear confident. The others mostly just shrugged if they acknowledged her presence at all. Sawyer knew enough to take that as their acquiescence and began to fill her plate. Like always she ate quickly and efficiently before nodding her goodbyes to the others who continued to ignore her existence. Thinking quickly she hurried to her first class, Charms, so quickly that she was the first person in the classroom besides the teacher. “Good morning,” she said taking a seat. She would have tried French, but her French was shaky at the best of times and even more so in the morning. The actual phrase meaning good morning eluded her currently.
“- Mademoiselle Dechant,” she heard the professor return and cursed herself for not listening knowing the professor had likely just said good morning in French. She smiled weakly as people began pouring into the classroom. A cute boy she didn’t recognize took a seat next to her, a seat that had been empty the day before.
“Hey,” he said, “I mean, bonjour.” Sawyer was delighted to meet another non native French speaker.
“It’s alright,” she whispered thankful that class had not actually begun yet, “English is my first language too. I’m Sawyer by the way.” The guy looked relieved.
“Jonathan,” he said with a smile. She couldn’t believe she was actually having a conversation with him. She could barely talk to girls let alone boys normally.
“Welcome to Beauxbatons,” she said, “Class is about to start though.” She turned her head towards the professor. She was surprised when his hand inched its way over to her and left her a note. She blinked a few times rather surprised, but finally opened the note with a fluid motion. ‘Thanks’ it said. She smiled and turned her head towards him and mouthed ‘you’re welcome’. For some reason she found it tough to concentrate for the rest of class. Subconsciously she knew it was because of Jonathan, but she would never admit it.
Must be Rouerie!
