beth "rejects your negativity" frobisher (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hi_mynameisbeth) wrote,@ 2028-07-06 01:30:00 |
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profile; beth frobisher
[OOC] - About the player Name: Chels. Age: Nineteen. Time zone: Central. AIM/email: stealyourhorcrux / stealyourhorcrux [at] gmail [dot] com. Do you understand the activity requirements for your particular character? Yep! If your character is currently classified as 'uncategorized' - which category will he or she be in? Order, new recruit. [OOC] - About the character Basics • Name: Beth(any) Imogene Frobisher. • Birthdate: 21 June 1959. • Age turned: Twenty. • Citizenship: English. • Current residence: Grindylow Gardens, Diagon Alley, London, England. • Blood status: Halfblood. Physical • Height/weight: 5'4" / 119 lbs. • Hair/eyes: Blonde / Brown. • Manner of speech: Received Pronunciation with the occasional hint of her father's Yorkshire accent. There is a bright quality to Beth's voice that tends to carry, even if she is not talking particularly loud, and it was something that got her in trouble more than once when she would chatter during class. Her speech quickens and darkens when she's angry, and she has dreadful trouble forming complete thoughts in her mind when she is both very upset or very awed. • Manner of dress: When she's not at work wearing the lime green robes of a St. Mungo's Healer, Beth enjoys an element of girliness. While she does not cake on make up and giggle every few sentences that leave her mouth, she prefers both the freeness and the aesthetic appearance of a skirt over a pair of trousers. Her handful of Muggle jeans are certainly in the pool of clothes to wear, but she has never been one to refuse the wearing of a 'girly' outfit. She saves her comfortable, slouchy clothes for the privacy of her own home, preferring to at least look reasonable nice for the great majority of the time. • Physical description: Rather young-looking for her age, Beth is much more "cute" than she is is "beautiful" or "stunning." With large, brown eyes, chipmunk cheeks, and a pair of dimples to top it off, she paints the picture of a girl who never quite lost the baby face element in her appearance. She worries sometimes that she won't be respected, looking younger than she already is, but at the same time, it serves an advantage, working at the wizarding hospital: she has a sweet, friendly air to her that puts patients at ease, and she supposes it is worth whatever disadvantages in the end. Beth's height is very average, certainly nothing remarkable, and her hair is a medium blonde, falling a bit below her shoulders; she enjoys an element of change, however, as it is not uncommon to see her with her naturally wavy hair in the morning and straightened hair in the evening. Her skin is quite pale, as with many hailing from England, but she finds herself rather grateful for it -- after all, her complexion fits with her hair, and she would probably look strange with skin any darker. • First impression: A pleasant, cheerful young woman. • PB: Carey Mulligan { 1 2 3 4 } Personal • General personality: Beth has spunk: from the time she was little, there has always been an impishness lurking behind the sugary smiles and big, brown eyes. While typically lacking the ability to create pranks on her own accord, she always enjoyed turning variations of her brother's pranks back on him, and she has a wonderful sense of humour. Bringing a smile to her face is not a difficult task, but rather something that has always come easily. She has her friends, and it doesn't really matter if every single person from every single House likes her: she can try to like them, but she isn't perfect, and sometimes it just doesn't work. She isn't the sort to beat herself to the ground trying to be friends with someone who is determined to dislike her, as she doesn't wish to let the little things wrestle her down. Playful and friendly, Beth enjoys poking fun at things and people -- though she is liable to disregard the lack of appreciation if the victim of her attention is not a friend. She doesn't want to irk her friends too badly, and it's not like she means any harm. Some people simply have no sense of humour. Romantic and sentimental, she always dreams of finding her One True Love, engaging in occasional (or perhaps regular) flirting in the hopes it will inspire some nice bloke to sweep her off her feet and ride into the distance like some cheesy Muggle movie. She loves rearranging and changing things up to keep them interesting, and she will try almost anything once -- though she learned early on that with Gryffindors as Housemates, it was very important to specify the almost. Despite this touch of mischievousness, however, she harbours a very sweet disposition and a dreaming complex, eager to believe in the fantastic and the ability to achieve something better than what one started with. On quite the more unpleasant side, a flaring temper quite characteristic of her House rears its head when she's angry. Try as she might, she has never understood how some people can be so calm and cool when others are being so horrifically frustrating at them, and she has quite the tendency for snippyness; her greatest attempts to 'grin and bear it' have succeeded, but on a day to day basis, she has little tolerance for idiocy of the unamusing variety. If a person at least seemingly has something resembling good intentions (or some rare inability to genuinely know better), then despite their horrendously irritating behaviour, her patience stands a better though not guaranteed chance of holding her back. On the other hand, flat-out rudeness or cruelty or meanness sparks the nurturing need to protect, and that is something deserving of less tolerance. This strong sense of loyalty for her family and friends and beliefs makes her quick to hop on the defense if she feels that she or her friends are being threatened, whether vaguely or directly. For a great many years (in her long and aged life), Beth was far less interested in the Serious Business of the world than she perhaps ought to have been. Sheltered from the problems at home and surrounded by all of the fun at school, it was easier to forget that trouble was constantly brewing. Recent years have inflicted a greater awareness and maturity regarding the fact that there is a war taking place, and as stinging a realisation as it was, she cannot carry on without addressing it to herself. A rather firmly-set idea of what is right and what is wrong has forced her out of the protective bubble she dwelt within during her years at Hogwarts, and while her core cheerfulness has not faded, it is now lined with a strengthened desire to make a difference. • Strengths and weaknesses: One of Beth's greatest strengths is her ability to express herself and her emotions; not one to bottle things up and let them simmer, she tries to keep people on the same page as she is -- misunderstandings can be so terrible. This strength can be a weakness as well, as there are times she is a little too honest and open. She regrets the feelings hurt or negative consequences that occur, but she would rather be in tune with everyone than be deceptive. She's very loyal, especially to those who she deems a friend, and a lingering bias for those she likes cannot help but creep up when tough decisions face her. Between a former Gryffindor and a former Slytherin, she would pick the former Gryffindor any day. There is a strong level of compassion that drives her, and compassion is an important quality to have in a world that is turning in on itself. She hates to see people suffering and greatly desires to fix things that are wrong with the world. An unfortunate side effect for her is the apathy she feels for things she doesn't feel the drive to care intensely about. In school, it manifested itself in the neglect of the particularly boring subjects. In a more recent context, she feels a rather hypocritical lack of sympathy for those who would mourn the loss of Death Eaters and Dark Art enthusiasts. She makes a mental effort to not allow the ingrained dislike of them affect her job if they need a Healer and (unfortunately for her) wind up in her wing, but she finds it difficult to place a suspected terrorist into the same category of concern as she would the victim of a terrorist. • Mental health: Quite healthy in the head, thanks! Relationships • Relatives: father;; Edwin Frobisher. 47. mother;; Patricia Frobisher. 46. brother;; Aiden Frobisher. 23. sister-in-law;; Judith Frobisher (nee Pye). 23. • Relationship with family: There is nothing particularly exceptional about Beth and her family. She has always gotten along well enough with them, though she did find herself rather annoyed with her older brother on the occasions that he pitched a whining fuss about something or other -- wasn't he the Old and Mature One? But sibling annoyances beside, Beth has always enjoyed a loving and nurturing family environment that always found a way to provide for their needs. She is grateful for her parents' ability to put her in her place (even if she did not always appreciate it at the time), and while she is not particularly close to them in adulthood, she respects very much who they are and maintains a positive relationship with them. • Sexuality: Heterosexual. • Significant other: None right now, but she is is the future Mrs. Kirke. • Children: Again, none at the moment, but she will someday be the mother of Andrew Kirke and future auntof Vicky Frobisher. Educational • School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. • Years: 1970-1977. • House: Gryffindor. • Achievements: Nothing particularly notable; she didn't play Quidditch or get any special positions of authority, but she's pretty ace at Exploding Snap? • NEWTS: O Potions O Charms E Transfiguration O Herbology E Defense Against the Dark Arts Occupational • Occupation: Healer at St. Mungo's. • Previous jobs, if any: None. The War • How is your character involved in the war? Right now she is just trying to help the wizarding world through St. Mungo's, but when she is asked to join the Order at some point in-game, that will most certainly be a contribution to the war effort. • Will your character die during the next year? Nope! • If yes, please give some details on how/when you'd like this to occur: N/A. Overall History • Family/childhood: It was with no great privilege and no great strain that Beth spent the first eleven years of her life. There was a comfort with the wizarding world that came with having two magical parents, and from birth on, she had a blend of Muggle and magic. Whether it was watching an old Muggle movie with her Muggleborn mother or watching her Halfblood father play one-on-one Quidditch with his old schoolmates on occasion, Beth had plenty to entertain her over the years. She was the younger of the two Frobisher children, and despite her sweet disposition, she developed an almost impish form of self-preservation to take on her brother's little boy teasing. Neither of them were capable of controlling their magic before Hogwarts, just as most children are not, so she had no worries of waking up to her teddy bear jumping at her face or turning into something terrifying, but she did find her shoelaces tied together a time or two in the gap of years that he could do so, and she could not. She could not just let it lie and felt the need to retaliate, whether by copying or not, and they enjoyed many a friendly exchange of such things to drive their parents up the wall. Grade school brought no particular trouble for Beth; she excelled in a handful of interesting classes and decided those were the one she cared for. Her brother always managed more well-rounded grades (and was cruel enough to tell her that Hogwarts wouldn't accept her if she didn't pass her maths, though the threat did improve her marks), but she did not see the point in some classes. What good was history class if she was going to be a witch? How was it even relevant? Despite these justifiable doubts, however, she did well enough to satisfy the passing requirement, as she did not want to test the theory about Hogwarts not accepting those with dreadful primary school marks. • School/work: Beth's letter from Hogwarts was not a surprising one. Her parents and her brother before her each attended Hogwarts: her father and brother Sorted promptly into Gryffindor, her mother Sorted into Hufflepuff, so by the time her own time came, it was realtively routine. Supplies were bought with the money saved for their schooling, and the anticipation grew only stronger as September the first drew closer and closer. Her family had not told her very much about the experience because she wanted it to be a surprise -- but the wondering was nearly murderous, and it was merely a matter of stubbornness that kept her from breaking down the day before leaving to ask them a million questions about what it was like. The train ride itself was not a horrible one; her brother booted her from his compartment when his friends came (an action she did not think to be entirely necessary), but it was not too long before she found others who looked to be her own age. She endeared herself to the others as best she could, speculating what Houses they would be in, what the school would be like, how the Sorting would be carried out; she had told her mother that she was not frightened and could handle the suspense when her mother offered to share the secret of the Sorting, but once again, she could not help but feel a nervous sort of excitement as the moment approached. The castle was much vaster than she had imagined -- something that didn't take long at all to realise as it rose up in the distance across the lake during their first year boat journey. A great relief settled over her when, upon entering the Great Hall, she realised that the Sorting didn't require anything (especially nothing difficult or painful) of her, save sitting on a stool in front of everyone with a ratty old hat on her head. When her own turn approached, the considerations of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were tossed around before Gryffindor was settled as the final decision. The roar of approval was pleasing, and her brother (a third year who was still Too Cool for her baby sister, in general) reached over to ruffle her hair as she walked past to sit with the other first years who had been Sorted into her House, at least one of which she recognised from the train. Hitting it off quite well with her roommates, Beth found it exciting, rather than restricting, to room with the other four girls. She was not too high strung or insistant about personal space and privacy, and she came to discover that she rather enjoyed being shoved in with people she didn't know yet. Shyness was a stranger to her -- perhaps too much so, at times -- but she was insistant that she would not let the opportunity to make friends pass her by. In particular, she found herself fascinated by her roommate Agnes O'Hare, a girl with more freeness than she had every seen or enjoyed herself. Granted, Beth did enjoy the merits of wearing shoes, but she enjoyed very much seeing the different sorts of people at the school, coming from all around Britain. Of course, she didn't enjoy all the different types of people, as there was something infuriating about a good number of the Slytherins, but they were a unique case for ignoring and snipping. Pleased with the experience as a whole, however, Beth adjusted even better to her everyday life, finding it to be a relief that most Hogwarts courses were more interesting than those at her primary school -- though she had a hunch she would never manage any interest in History of Magic (not that anyone did), and Arithmancy would never be her elective of choice. A love for Charms, Potions, Herbology, whathaveyou -- it more than made up for the dull ones inflicted upon the students. Quite horrendously unathletic and not quite prefect material, Beth achieved no special honours throughout her years, but she took interest in the idea of being a Healer quite early on, making sure the requirements for that occupation were the ones she took a special interest in. When the time came to drop courses and focus on OWL and NEWT-levels, she honed in on the strengths she could find and enjoyed her pleasant balance between work and play. The occasional evening was sitting around the Gryffindor Common Room, telling lame jokes that really weren't that funny at all, but knowing that she could not fully relax if she wished to qualify for what she wanted to do with her life, she forced herself to write essays that she disliked, and tried to tell herself that, for those favoured classes, the essays would just have to be a necessary evil. She would try to enjoy writing about it as much as she enjoyed performing it. What she did choose to care for, however, was cared about deeply, making her a blessing to some professors and a thorn in the side of others. In the end she left school with the met requirements for Healing and a strengthened desire to pursue it as the war raging became a reality to her, rather than a vague and undiscussed concept. • Recent history: Soon after leaving Hogwarts, Beth dove into the Healer training program with enthusiasm and determination. She wasn't sure what exactly she wanted to specialize in, opting instead to go the general Healers route. As far as she was concerned, she could always hone in on whatever piqued her interest and pursue special training when the time came, if it became necessary to do so. For six months she went through the program, training herself and learning occupation-specific skills that could not be fully delved into whilst at Hogwarts. For the following six months, she finished up her training by serving as an intern, assisting and observing the officially certified Healers: lots and lots of observing and assisting and getting a proper feel for what it involved in practice rather than in theory. Choosing which floor she wished to work on was a difficult decision, but eventually she settled on the fourth floor, Spell Damage, dealing with various levels of spell-realted problems ranging from incorrectly applied charms to effects of a more permanant variety. She has ambitions to someday work in the permanent ward down the hall from her, as she feels there would be something special and heartbreaking about caring for the same patients over a period of time, but it's something she wants to grow up a bit more before pursuing. Visits make her wish she could make things better for them, but she supposed the group of matronly Healers were handling the day-to-day, and she would settle for garnering experience over the years. With the war has come a great deal of sadness, be it personal or community-scoping, and the sudden influx of depressing news leaves Beth trying to remain upbeat so as to avoid all that comes of dwelling on the tragedies. While she has thus far avoided any personal losses in the fighting, she cannot help but wonder if the Ministry itself can handle the attacks. While not super anti-establishment and stick it to The Man , there seemed to be pieces missing, and for all the attacks and arrests and releases that were happening, she failed to see much progress being made. Seeing the names of her friends and their families in the news unsettles her and drives her to wonder why the Death Eaters would target a bunch of kids out of Hogwarts. Seemingly the same people over and over again, with no real consequences save an accusation and questioning that comes to no definitive conclusions. She is not certain what to think about their government, as she wishes to trust that they are doing their best, but with murderers running about free, it was difficult to trust much of anything or anyone. [IC] - Samples 1. Please provide links to two journal entries and two rpg threads you have completed in the past (any character). Regulus Black Journals @ Blurred Lines. Regulus Black Logs @ Blurred Lines. 2. Journal sample. You may either link to a past journal entry (same character) or write a 1-2 paragraph post here. [ooc; This will be tweaked based on whatever is going on the day it is actually posted and what the deal with Agnes is. For now, it us just serving as a sample.] But enough on that, as frankly, I imagine you lot already know that sort of thing. And Merlin, honestly, it really is a bit awkward, knowing you all can read what I'm saying like this. I wonder how I am going to journal without just conversating at you. Or conversating at myself. One of the two, at least. On a more serious note, as much as I enjoy my job, I cannot say that the fact it is hopping more than usual lately is a positive thing. We've had several isolated cases of people coming in damaged from rather serious spells, be it arguments or accidents or good intentions gone awry -- so everyone, please do be careful. Nag ramble, I know, what is this madness, but I do mean it. [warded private: former gryffindors] And I know a good deal of you former Gryffindors are around here, since I have looked back and seen several of you about, but what in the name of all that is holy are the Ministry folks doing arresting Agnes? Do any of you know if that bit about the Unforgivable is even true? Sure, she mouths of about the Ministry sometimes, but I don't think even they could get away with fabricating a story to get someone thrown into Azkaban for mouthing off. I saw it in the papers, and it's been a right bit of a concern ever since, and it's not really an appropriate thing to discuss at work and all. 3. RP sample. You may either link to a past thread/log (same character) or write a sample third person RP sample here. The Daily Prophet was spread out on the breakfast table of her modest-sized flat. The paper had been delivered by owl, as always, and spread out on the table without so much as a look at the headline until Beth had a proper cup of coffee in her system. Growing frustrated or distressed about the Current State of Things was not a difficult task with the way everything seemed to be going lately, and she desired at least a few more ignorant minutes without news of the next attack or the next move by the Ministry or the next announcement that a suspected Death Eater was set free because of a lack of solid proof. She knew the Ministry was not perfect, that it was doing its best, that they were trying -- but people were dying and getting hurt, and it was hard to know that somewhere out there, people were getting away with this. Whether or not it was the known suspects who were truly guilty did not even feel relevant to the point in her mind; she did not believe in false justice, nor in punishing those who were innocent, but someone had to be guilty, and she could not help but think some people were more likely than others. Polishing off the last mouthful of coffee, Beth set the mug down on the counter and let out a slow exhale. Working at St. Mungo's certainly did feel like making a difference, mostly of the time -- something relevant to her interests that was helpful, but there were nagging moments that made her wonder if it was truly enough. If she was really doing enough to impact the war effort. If it was even possible to make any difference. But whether or not it was enough, it was all she really knew to do. Maybe no one really could do 'enough,' after all. Shaking it off, she settled down in the chair, her slippered feet crossing at the ankles beneath her as she pulled the paper toward herself again. She supposed it was inevitable, and whatever had happened was always done an irreversible, so she might as well be informed about it. |
