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Jack
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« Thread Started on Jan 28, 2007, 9:23pm »

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You/Out of Character Info

Name/Alias: Jack

Time you’ve been RPing: One Month

Your age: 18

Do you wish to be a Canon Charrie?: Yep

Do you have any suggestions for the board?: No

Have you talked to Jack about your character?: No

Do you promise to be active?: Yes

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On to the Character now

Real Full Name: Constance McCloud

Age/Birthday: 1987 December 12 //18

Orientation: Straight East

Grade/Occupation: 12

Family Fun: Her father is the descendant to ‘James the first’ the old king of England. The thing is, he was the King of Scotland, before he was the king of England, so technically his heirs would rule both… but if you know- he wasn’t a very popular king. In fact, most people didn’t like him. At all. Anyways- the ‘Stewarts’ were put down to be the ‘stewards’ (ironically) of Scotland once he moved to England, so Constance is in the Scottish (and English) royal families. Though in and out of rein because of certain aspects. But now, currently- they are the royal family of Scotland- so, she’s a Scottish Princess, one could say. And she’s a small time actress, doing whatever she could, and wanted-

Appearance:

Picture: [Coming Soon]

Celebrity: Alexis Bledel

History:
Two days after Christmas, there was a new addition to the McCloud family. No, wait- two. A certain one year old boy, Jeremy- was absolutely thrilled with his Christmas present. A sister, Constance was- a gorgeous daughter, exactly what her parents had always wanted, not that they didn’t want the brother also- he was just, a pleasant surprise. The couple was young, only twenty one years old a piece, but they were ready. They could handle, and there was no way anything would break them apart, and of course- Gideon was hysterical at the fact that he’d had two children already, and he couldn’t wait to raise them, just the way him and his brother were raised.

They weren’t a family, the average sort, with limited income and a working father- while Mrs. McCloud stayed at home and took care of their young children. Gideon would be out doing ‘royal’ things, making special guest appearances elsewhere, though this didn’t bother his children’s lives at all. Nor anyone elses. Raising them was just the beginning of the hassle, as the older brother, who had always been a trouble maker- started passing his traits onto his younger sibling. But, still the couple preserved. Gideon was a rather large Soccer fan, taking his children (even at the young ages of three and four) to see whomever was playing closest. They both had a soccer balls by age seven a pretend on even before that. Which he got for Constance also, as she happened to be his child. Connie was close with her sibling, but was a trouble-maker along side her older brother. The two continued terrorizing things for what seemed forever, at least- until they got old enough to start to be taught to read and write, which brought out a side in both of them- no one thought they had.

Once their brother was old enough to depart for school, well, the Blair academy of course- which left Constance home alone with her mother and father. Her relationship with her father was good, and of the average sort- he played with her, and taught her basic things- though also taught her exactly how a man should treat her. Not a great thing if you’re going to a school like Blair and every boy wants you for just one thing. But, her nativity gave her a bad sense that everyone was good like that- and everyone just wanted to be accepted, which was what she’d done as a child. Being a princess of Scotland, she’d go out onto the streets (without her parents permission) and invite the nearest person to stay at her house, or to come for diner. Her parents realised how dangerous this was- and tried to scare her, by getting someone to grab her and take her away from them for a day (that they completely trust, of course.) Though, not even that frightened her from out reaching. A bad thing to some, a good thing to others.

Constance and her mother grew close, though her and her sister were even closer… to some extent. Honestly, how close can siblings be if they don’t have any terrors in their lives to pull them together? Though the closeness with the females didn’t mean the little girl didn’t wait by the door for her father to come home every evening or for the letter from her brother that she read like a bible. But when it came to learning, the girl tried harder than anything else in life. But, after only a year of real teaching, she was a pro, and she’d steal books from her mother and father’s room to sit and read. She lived for the holidays that her brother would come home at. Of course, she loved the presents and chocolate too- but what can I say? When he’d tell her all sorts of stories, (mostly horror to scare her away from the school.) But the more he told, the more she wanted to go.

But, they’re family was only the Stuarts of Scotland, so- they weren’t always in charge. It was usually the real royal family, so- once, when Constance was three, they moved to Yorkshire for about three years. But they’d moved back to Scotland after a the three years- wanting their children to grow up in Scotland, like them-. Though, in truth, Constance (her real name- Seraphina) had to learn English from Gaelic, her brother still had a thick Scottish accent, though she managed to work hers work, quite well- but trying that hard just to talk was too much of a hassle, so when they’re together, they speak their own language, and when talking to others- Constance lets her Scottish accent come through lightly.

Unfortunately, being the Princess of Scotland, it’s hard to be in a relationship- and not have the entire world know. So when her first boyfriend ‘cheated’ on her, she tried staying away from those. And kept her friends close- and enemies closer. Finally, about last year- she got a part time job acting as ‘Claire’ on the T.V. show ‘Lost’. Though her fear of pregnancy wasn’t completely eliminated, she could actually be around girls while they were ‘with child’ now.

Personality:
Constance is a fun-loving girl, with many aspirations. And, there’s no way any one can stand in her way. She’s sweet and kind, and will talk to anyone, about anything. But at the same time, she knows exactly how to get what she wants, when she wants it. She isn’t exactly a ‘good girl’, seems how she’ll sneak out after hours just to get a cookie, but she isn’t what on would call a ‘bad girl’ either. Friend to all, not caring what clique you’re in or why. She won’t look at your family to judge your personality, but instead your actions. Just because your friends act a certain way- doesn’t mean you will, then again- it doesn’t mean that you don’t act like that either…

But the poor girl, has a tendency to be too trusting with people, giving them anything they want to make them happy- and believing that they actually care in return. Constance is incredibly oblivious, if someone has a crush on her, she probably wouldn’t notice any flirting or anything, until it’s too late and she’s accidentally flirted back. The girl doesn’t even really know how to flirt, she just- does what she does and if it comes across that way, she laughs and apologises. She gives her trust free and instantly, to anyone who wants it- making her and easy target to get hurt. But, with her determination and blatantly stubbornness, it’s a rarity for her to stretch out a hand for help. She’ll do it herself before asking anyone for anything. Though, she’s always the grabbing hand when it comes to others in need.

Being naïve is also another trademark for her, no matter how hard someone hints at something inappropriate, she’ll probably have no idea what’s happening. Being sheltered while she was young- even her brother never said anything like that around her. She just stand there and nod slowly, not uncomfortable with being out of the loop- she just leaves it be. She loves to tease people and be teased by her friends, and inside jokes are a must. Though Constance gets angered –or more, frustrated easily and has a tendency to hold grudges against people. But at the same time, she can’t- if someone asks for forgiveness, it’s the first thing she gives them. No matter what, she’ll state a fact, even if it’s completely and utterly incorrect- she has to have her say in just about everything. Oh, and completely and utterly hates, detests being wrong. Though it happens frequently, and she laughs every time she is.

Connie is quite happy-go-lucky, and a prankster when she wants to be, rarely getting caught because of her pretty and innocent eyes that everyone seems to be so easily fooled by. Quirky and strange, Pip is infamous for doing random things, such as running outside because someone said ‘rain’- or other things. She’s the girl that, at one point- will kick the coke machine, screaming- then will pet it, hoping it’ll start liking her again and give her the Pop. Constance is the girl who dances in her room with a hair brush, singing at the top of her lungs- even though she isn’t that good. She’ll dance her way down the halls- if she got an A on a test, and will hug whomever she thinks needs it- and in a greeting she kisses her friends cheeks- a thing she picked up from an Italian friend. She’ll wear two different socks, because she paired them that way when they came out of the bucket- And many more strange things.

Sample RP:
A gorgeous day, through the eyes of this certain girl. Everything was new, and fresh and- perfect. Except the fact that rain was pouring down in heavy loads, and the sky was growling with what seemed to be anger- and the clouds couldn't be any darker. Even looking out the window, seeing a foot ahead of you would be difficult... which was what a beautifl day looked like to one Ravenclaw girl. Piper Prewett had waken up, a little earlier than the average morning- to find the rest of the girls in her small dorm room doing what most people did at this time- they were fast asleep. She laid on her back, for as long as she could without moving, simply staring at the top of her four poster bed thoughts of home roamed her mind- her brother, and how he was doing at his new job set up at the ministry, to her father trying to get Quidditch Cup tickets already. And her mother, probably making cookies for the first ‘care package’ to send to Pippy a typical time.

A sudden urge, like the way these things normally come about- Pips pushed off her covers, and quickly got changed. A bit of flying before the day started never dampened one’s spirits, and often lifted them if you were feeling out of whack. The first week of school was always… interesting. You got to see how people had changed over the summer, or whether or not they changed. And to predict what was happening or going to happen over the course of the year- like, are Harry Potter and Ginny Weasly (her lovely and favoured cousin, -since she had the same love of Quidditch-) finally going to get together? And average gossip like that. Her favourite time of the year, when everything was set in motion. A quick ride would free her mind of the excitement that currently filled it. Pulling her cloak tightly around her, Piper scrimmaged around her trunk for a moment, in search of her faithful Broom. Which ended up being packed (of course) at the direct bottom… being squished by her massive amounts of books and equipment piled on top. Maybe that was one of the reasons her mother wanted a house elf… they could pack much more adequately than the average human being.

Hurrying down the steps that lead up to her dorm, she made as big of an effort as possible to be silent in the common room, though that turned out catastrophically- having tripped down the last stairs and almost taken down the nearest arm chair. Of course, it wouldn’t have really been Pip had she not only taken out the armchair, but have her broom swing to push a lamp off it’s table to come smashing down to the ground… then trying to regain herself fall heals over head onto the couch and pin herself against it. With one end of the broom under the table and one stuck in the side of the couch- Piper could do nothing but let out a low groan. Some people often questioned why she was placed in Ravenclaw… and it was times like these she thought the exact same thing, though it much brighter and more vibrantly colourful word choices.

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