JONES, Samantha

[samantha marie jones]

About you
Alias: Mnzy
Age: 14 3/4
Experience: Plenty of it!
How did you find us?: Google!
Timezone: Northern
How much time are you thinking to spend on this site per week: As much as possible, depends on how school is going and family matters. Tons of those get in the way. So, about every other day for an hour at most.


Quick Quotes
Name: Samantha Jones
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Birthday: June 29th
Wand: 9" Oakwood, unicorn hair and pheonix feather
Blood Status: Pureblood
House or former house: Gryffindor
Alliance: Neutral
Animagus: Snow White Cat

Broaden your mind
Appearance: With blonde hair, this young socialite stands at a proud five foot three. Her family is rather tall, so she definitely didn't miss that genetic trait! Her skin tone is a paler color, but she definitely can be tan if she wants to be. The problem is, if she tried tanning the muggle way, she would be burnt to a crisp. So, Samantha just tries to keep her tan in check with her wand. She knows a lot of good spells! Her build is slim, and she is well toned from playing quidditch matches with her family over breaks before going back to Hogwarts. She is thinking of joining the team. Her blonde hair reaches down to her lower back and is naturally wavy. Sometimes, if she feels like doing something different with her hair, she either curls it all the way, or straightens it completely. Again... wands are useful.

Her skin may be pale naturally, but her face still has slight specks know as freckles, dotted across her nose. Her jaw is smooth and sharp looking. When Samantha smiles, you can see merely hints of dimples playing about the corners of her mouth. She loves to smile and show off her bright white teeth. When she means it (which is most of the time) Sammy's smiles reach her bright blue eyes. Magic plastic surgery? Nah. Just really good at using her powers to change appearances. Mostly hers.
personality (Minimum 2 Paragraphs) : Being smart and lively, Samantha doesn't get upset or angry easily. If she is not careful, though, her anger that has been bottled up, may be sent outward and spat at whoever may be with her at the time. She loves her friends and family. Hey, what can she say, she appeals to people by better nature! Sammy is sophisticated and usually knows the right thing to say and the right time to say it.

You can very often, find her singing to herself when she walks down the corridors or down by the lake, sitting up in a tree. Never will she hold a grudge or even be mad at someone for than weeks at a time. Longest she has ever been angry with someone, was about five days. She easily gets over things and never lets a stupid comment get close to bursting her bubble of joy and happiness.
one word to describe the Character: Spunky
likes and dislikes:
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strengths: If someone wants to take her on in debate, so be it! Just be prepared to get your butt whooped! Sammy can find almost any loophole in any opposing opinion or conversation.
weaknesses: She needs to learn to shut her big mouth at times. Sammy has been known to have a slight problem with secrets and blurting things out that should not be said.
History (Minimum 2 Paragraphs): Her parents, like her, are very outgoing and appeal to people very well. Now you wonder where she got it from? Ha! Her mum and dad raised her to be a talented and clever young woman. She was raised to act sophisticated and be quiet when she was supposed to be. Her parents always hope to have her be an auror one day. Like themselves.

Her mother is just as much a beauty freak as Samantha is. The majority of her appearance morphing spells were told to her by her mum. Her dad was always very supportive of her decisions and enjoyed teaching her about Quidditch when she asked him to show her. The years just flew by, and in hardly any time at all, she was being sent off to Hogwarts to be the aspiring witch, she, and her parents always wanted her to be.


roleplay sample:
A loud snore emitted from under the messed up coverings of a four poster bed. Little black hairs poked out of the covers as half a teenage boy's face appeared, eyelids fluttering as he gently awoke. This was James Potter. No, he wasn't always like this. Only in the mornings. Jolting awake quite quickly, he threw off the covers and stretched his limbs, ridding them of what was leftover of his latest jag of sleep.

Running a hand through his messy black hair, James let his legs fall over the edge of his bed and touch the cold wooden floorboards. He flinched slightly, but stood on it none the less. Grabbing his comb, and a set of clothes, the teenager made his way to the boy's bathrooms. Pulling the comb through the mop of hair on top of his head, he managed to get it to lie straight and look decent at least.

Slipping into a pair of blue jeans, and a plaid blue shirt, James winked at his reflection, then walked back to the commons, in search of a girl to ask to the upcoming ball at Hogwarts. Everyone knew who he would be asking, though. And James feared rejection. He always expected it. Yet, he never really let it stop him from trying.