LANE;; Tori

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Teresa Starla Lane



ain't nothing gonna stop us now, yeah, 'cause we're going under fast, baby, going under fast

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,

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The Applicant

Name: Sammi
How many years have you been role-playing?: Nearly three
Contact: e-mail, Neo, and PM

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Drying in the colour of the evening sun,

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The Character

Full name: Teresa Starla Lane
Nicknames: Tori, Tor, Torbear (reserved for lovers only), Tors
Gender: Female
Date of birth: June 17, 1961
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Dragon heartstring core, cedar, 10 inches. Light and supple, good for dueling.
Blood status: Muggle-born
Sexuality: Straight
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Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay,

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Hair: It depends. Sometimes, it's a plain dirt brown, but usually it's a layered, golden brown with darker brown highlights. Basically, it really depends on the weather, her mood, and what time she got up.
Eyes: Her eyes are gray, with a darker ring around the iris. But if you look really close, you'll see that they're actually more of a greenish tint.
Build: She is slightly underweight for her height, making all her ribs..a bit plainer than she'd like them to be. She isn't muscular, but she isn't bony, either. She's thin enough for people to look at her and say, "You need to eat more, young lady! Have some nice, delicious calories!"
Distinguishing features: Her cheeks are...chubby, slightly. Not enough that they bounce and wiggle if she moves, but enough that it's noticed. Also, her collarbone is a bit more prominent then she'd like it to be.
Face claim: Amanda Bynes

Overall appearance: Tori's eyes tilt downward slightly at the inner edge. They're slightly wider than your average eyes, which really helps emphasize her expression when she looks at people. If you're talking to her, they can help her look like she's really interested in what you have to say. However, they can do exactly the opposite as well; she's gotten on several people's bad sides because her eyes made her look like she couldn't care less. Their color is a soft hazel: greenish around the outside, changing to a slightly browner tint toward the middle.

Tori really couldn't care less about her hair. But because she's noticed that people only care to be seen with her if her hair looks nice, she has reluctantly resigned herself to washing it at least every other day. If she leaves it unwashed for any longer, it becomes greasy, clumpy, frizzy, and, in a nutshell, disgusting, thus making her an embarrassment to her friends. Which is probably why they don't want to be seen with her if she hasn't washed her hair every other day. Of course, that means she has to brush it, too, and make sure it looks decent. Just washing it wouldn't get her anywhere. The color isn't really that spectacular. It's just a plain, earthy brown. The color of dirt. When it's wet, it's the color of mud. It gets frizzy and crinkly when it's damp outside, another thing she hates about it. She recently had the highlights changed slightly, to a slightly blonder color. She does have two favorite ways to fix it, though. She either brushes it out, and lets it hang loose, or she puts it into two braids.

Tori is underweight. She doesn't try to be underweight, she does not have a disorder, and she doesn't binge and purge. In fact, she has been trying to gain weight so that she can actually get past a check-up without all those embarrassing questions and visits to the therapist, which she doesn't even need. And it's a complete waste of money. I mean, she could've gotten that lovely broom by now if the stupid doctor didn't keep sending her to that stupid therapist to treat a stupid disease that she doesn't even have!

Tori is fashion crazy. She loves to look good, and she'll do anything to get that. It's true. She loves to shop, and a friend of her mother's (a middle aged woman who called her "Honey-child") told her, "Why, I declare, that girl spends more time buying clothes than she does wearing them." This was not true. Tori may love to shop for clothes, but she loves to coordinate her outfit even more. The way she does this is by randomly selecting clothes, trying them on, and checking herself out in the full-length mirror her mother finally caved in and bought for her. She loves to wear dark clothes; bright and flashy outfits give her a whanging headache.
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Perhaps this final act was meant,
To clinch a lifetime's argument,

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Amortentia:
;; Freshly cut grass
;; The linoleum of a school floor
;; Cinnamon
Patronus: Her intelligence, independence, and quick responsiveness makes her patronus a sable and white, rough haired collie. She is quick to determine the severity of any situation, and just as fast to decide what to do, then to do it. She is loyal, and protective of her friends, just like a collie is loyal to his master and protective of his sheep.
Boggart: A fuzzy pink blanket. Yeah. She is absolute horrified of the color pink, and fuzzy blankets are no exception. She does still have a threadbare, goldenrod-yellow blanket, but that's different. Pink simply terrifies her. "It's mind-controlling!" is her firm statement, usually muffled, because she's hiding under the bed.
Mirror of Erised: Her greatest desire is to be wanted. She has spent most of her life wishing to be accepted, but it never really worked out. Even now, in Hogwarts, she wants to be wanted. Sure, she has friends, but what with the war, you never know who's your friend for life, and who'll turn you over to You-Know-Who. She wants a wide variety of people to turn to, in case that happens.
Worst Memory: Tori's worst memory still makes her shudder with revulsion. She was six, and her parents took her to the circus to celebrate her birthday. She was eating some ice cream, and trying not to let it melt on her, when suddenly, this huge..thing leaned over and stared at her. She stared back. When it offered its hand to her, she shook it, and got squirted in the face by the flower. That did it. She let out a scream and got herself lost in the crowd trying to get away from that horrifying clown.
Best Memory: It's rather a silly memory, but Tori's best memory is of the first time she beat somebody in wizard's chess. She honestly can't remember who it was against, or when it happened, but she distinctly remembers beating someone in wizard's chess. She was walking on air for the next week and a half, until someone else beat her in the same game. That brought her down to earth again really fast.
Likes:
;; chocolate (sugar-free)
;; strawberries
;; chocolate covered strawberries
;; dueling
;; Defense Against the Dark Arts
;; Transfiguration
;; Charms
;; Any book that teaches her new spells
;; Cute guys
;; Studying werewolves and vampires
;; Fashion
;; Hanging out with boys rather than girls
;; Shopping
;; Quidditch
;; Black clothes (what? she looks good in black, and she knows it.)
;; Journalism
Dislikes:
;; Being teased / ignored / bullied because she's an underage witch
;; Being called a Mudblood
;; People dissing her friends
;; Getting into serious trouble for cursing anyone who dissed her friends
;; History of Magic
;; Getting into trouble for falling asleep in History of Magic
;; Not being an only child
;; Leaving her wallet or her diary in the wrong places
;; The way her hair goes all frizzy and disgusting if she doesn't wash it
;; Her handwriting
Hobbies:
;; Writing in her diary
;; Getting every single day at seven o'clock sharp
;; Writing little news articles about things that happen in Hogwarts
;; Shopping
;; Writing a letter, crumpling it up, chucking it either into the fire or at somebody's head, then starting over. This happens every single evening.
;; Reading every evening, from seven to eight (unless she has detention, an appointment, or too much homework)
;; Choosing her outfits the night before
;; Reading Muggle comic books instead of 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi (what? That book is boring..)
;; She makes it a point to get on Slughorn's nerves.
Habits
;; Gnawing on the inside of her cheek when she's nervous.
;; Chewing on the skin by her nails
;; Spending way too much time on her broom or reading comic books
;; Too much reading period
;; Expressing her opinion
;; Getting her homework done immediately
;; Cursing people who call her Mud-blood
;; Cursing people who diss her friends
Strengths:
;; She's really good at sports.
;; She can be a good student. She just doesn't "live up to her full potential."
;; She's skinny, so can slip into tight places easily.
;; She is really good at spell work.
;; She's good at writing, though doesn't want to admit it
;; She doesn't hide her emotions
;; Sometimes, her constant reading pays off
;; As to now, she hasn't killed her brothers.
;; She has a lot of practice at dueling
;; So far, she hasn't killed anybody in a duel.
Weaknesses:
;; Talks too much
;; Spends way too much time flying or doing things other than homework
;; Goes out of her way to give teachers a hard time
;; Curses people she doesn't like, and who offend her
;; Easy to anger
;; Has a fiery temper
;; Is amazingly shy around people she doesn't know
;; Gets crushes on guys a bit too easily
;; Will do anything to get her friends out of a bind
;; Is a bit too sarcastic

Overall Personality: If you just glance at Tori, you'd probably think she was your typical young-adult. Fashion-crazy, popular, rebellious at times, and perhaps a bit boy-crazy. And you'd probably be right. Tori learned a long time ago that if you want a friend, you've got to make the first move. That in itself required quite a personality change. Before Hogwarts, she was shy, and hardly approachable. But now, she's bold, and more likely to approach you first.

Like I've said before, she's fashion crazy, and loves to shop. She and her mother spend every Saturday that she's at home shopping. They could spend the whole day arguing over what would look better on who, and which is the best bargain. It seems as though they're angry when they do that, but really, they're having the time of their lives, and loving every second of it.

Tori may seem popular, but she really isn't. She has a group of friends that she regularly hangs out with, and she does occasionally meet up with the less well-known people, but she isn't popular. She does not attract people to herself like flies to sugary pop cans. To her, people that are like that have to be avoided at all costs.

Tori hates loud, or giggly people. They just get on her last nerve all the time. "What's the point in being a loud person?" she's always asking. "And what's the fun in sounding like crazy four year old all the time? It's just annoying." And perfect people? Forget it. If you're a blond, with a nice tan, the perfect body, and your hair always in place, she'd have to dislike you on basic principle, whether you're nice or not.

You do not want to see Tori Lane angry. She is very unpredictable when she is angry. She can either be quiet, strangely calm, under complete control, or she could lose it. That means that curses will fly unstoppable, obscenities screamed for all the world to hear, the victim of her rage not released until she is either stopped or satisfied. Of course, it takes quite a lot to get her to this state. And if you make it this far...well, congratulations. You've just become one of her few hard-core hatred enemies.

Tori is very opinionated, and won't hesitate to give her opinions, whether you asked her or not. If she has something to say, she'll just say it, right out front, no questions asked. That can be quite a problem, because she's always bumping heads with people about that sort of thing. She doesn't try to insult anybody when she does that; she just believes it's better to share her feelings than to keep everything bottled up inside until it explodes and leaves her alone and lonely.

As mentioned before, Tori absolutely loves writing. Mainly, she reads the Daily Prophet, then finds something around the school so she can attempt to model some article in the paper that impressed her. But that isn't exactly easy, since people are getting rather tired of her popping up and asking, "Can I ask you a few questions? Nothing personal, mind."[/font]

That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could,

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Family:
;; dad » timothy lane, age 40, security guard for prime minister
;; mom » jo anna lane, age 39, stay at home mom
;; twin brothers » derek and darren lane, students, age 12
;; middle brother » darryl lane, age 6, student
;; baby brother » baby-boy lane, not-yet-born, youngest sibling
Place of birth: Tori was born London, England. It was a rainy day, but that didn't stop her, no. She came out anyway, squalling her lungs off.

Overall History:
Teresa Starla Lane was born on June 17, 1961, to Barbara and Luke Lane. They immediately chose her nicknames: to Luke, she was Tori, and to Barbara, she was TaraStarr. Her life as a Muggle was fairly uneventful. She went to school, came home, went out again to play with her friends, then came home, did homework, went to bed. Every day. Yet for some reason, it was never tiring. She loved that life.

Then, the letter arrived, and changed everything. Her parents were so proud, of course, but her friends weren't as supportive. They called her a freak, and immediately put her in the out-group. She was no longer cool.
Her first year of school was miserable. She was convinced that she was abnormal, and hated. She never spoke to anybody, and was always hiding in the dorms, behind the curtains around her bed. This gave her a lot of time to think, too.

Things changed after that. Big time. She decided that she didn't want to be miserable, so she went out and found her some new friends, all at Hogwarts. They were surprised, because she had spent so much time away from everybody else, that they had forgotten she was even there. Now, though, they definitely know she's there.

Her earliest memory was...quite awful. Tori was about three and a half. Her mother had to go to the store for some medicine, and she left Tori at home. The girl was wandering the house, singing along with the radio, when she somehow managed to lock herself into the closet. It was dark in there, and crowded. There wasn't a knob on that side of the door, and she was screaming and crying until finally, Barb came home and let her out.

Tori's worst memory still makes her shudder with revulsion. She was six, and her parents took her to the circus to celebrate her birthday. She was eating some ice cream, and trying not to let it melt on her, when suddenly, this huge..thing leaned over and stared at her. She stared back. When it offered its hand to her, she shook it, and got squirted in the face by the flower. That did it. She let out a scream and got herself lost in the crowd trying to get away from that horrifying clown.

It's rather a silly memory, but Tori's best memory is of the first time she beat somebody in wizard's chess. She honestly can't remember who it was against, or when it happened, but she distinctly remembers beating someone in wizard's chess. She was walking on air for the next week and a half, until someone else beat her in the same game. That brought her down to earth again really fast.[/font]

For all those born beneath an angry star,

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Member title: ohh sammi
Secret Phrase: the clocks go flying at the speed of sound.
Sample:
||This is a sample intro from another genre. I don't have anything on-hand for Harry Potter||

She was tired. Sick and tired. She had only been here a few minutes, and already she was bored stiff. Her knees ached from the constant curtsying, her back was sore from being so ramrod straight, and her head throbbed from having her hair done so tight and having so many pins to keep it that way. Why, it made her eyes water like a bubbling spring!
Her mind continued to rant and rave as her body repeated the monotonous motions: a pleasant smile, a demure lowering of the eyes, and a silky curtsy, along with the words her grandmother had hammered into her for months: "It is an honor, my lord (or lady, as the case may be), to meet you at last. I have heard so much about you." The words flowed from her mouth as smooth as silk and sweet as honey, but she was completely unaware that she was even speaking.
Finally, finally, finally, the introductions were done. Evangeline Jenea whispered, "Thank heavens that's over. Now we can join the dancing!"
Oh, no, was the first thing in Ann Davis' mind as she watched her grandmother sweep into the crowd. The woman was tall, with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes. She seemed to be well preserved; although she was already in her mid-eighties, she had a girlish vigor about her that attracted men to her like flies to sugar.
However, Ann Davis was nothing at all like her grandmother. Evangeline was a lady, born into almost-but-not-quite royalty; Ann was a simple baker's daughter. The lady was bold, forthcoming, and outspoken; the girl was quiet and withdrawn, and rarely spoke her mind about anything. Lady Jenea could walk to a man and invite him to dance, but Miss Annie was more the sort to hang back and let the other girls enjoy themselves while she watched with silent amusement. And finally, Evangeline Dorithea Jenea was born to be a lady; she knew from instinct where to be, how to act, and what to say. But Angelina Meredith Davis was born to be…well, a scullery maid. She knew from instinct which herbs were right when for what, how to make delicious stew excellent, and how to have the filthiest scullery in tip-top shape within fifteen minutes. She just felt at home in these situations, and she made herself at home.
But at a ball—and especially one as important as this—Ann was lost. She didn't know anything about mingling with the upper-class; all she knew was how to immediately decide how to greet each customer. Was he a "Good morning, m'lord," "Hello, sir," or simply "Hi, Jon"? And when her grandmother had invited her along, she thought that was all she had to do.
But no, it was much more complicated than that.
First of all, it was the dress. A simple morning frock, no matter how pretty, would not do. Instead, Ann found herself slowly suffocating in a strangling corset just so she could look 'respectable' in her low-cut black velvet gown trimmed with sumptuous Venetian lace, accented with pansies and black ribbons. Her wavy, chocolate brown hair would not be let down to cascade to her waist. That was too 'common'. No, she needed it to be tied neatly into a bobtail, and she needed to do it herself. That alone took three and a half hours and much quarreling between herself and Evangeline.
Then, there was practicing for the introductions. No, the girl thought, I refuse to go into that.
Ann Davis moved slowly, carefully, toward the wall. It wasn't easy in these blasted heels, but she forced herself to move slowly, sedately, and to remain in control. Maybe, just maybe, if she stayed out of sight, she wouldn't make a fool or herself—or of her grandmother. Maybe.

Lest we forget how fragile we are...

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