[SHELBY];; Clementine Jane

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Clementine Jane Shelby



But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,

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The Applicant

Name: Mickie
How many years have you been role-playing?: I dunno, about 4 I think
Contact: [e-mail]

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Drying in the colour of the evening sun,

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The Character

Full name: Clementine Jane Shelby
Nicknames: Clem, Clemmie, Minnie, Tina, Tine, Shelby
Gender: Female
Date of birth: August 6th 1960
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin
Wand: 11 inches, hazel, dragon heartstring
Blood status: Pure
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Spanish/British
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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: Dark brown shoulder length tresses hang straight around Clem’s face. Often her hair is curled, or at least waved.
Eyes: Dark brown eyes that often hold little to no emotion, give Clementine an air of aloofness.
Build: Clementine is slight and small, in almost every sense of the word.
Distinguishing features: There is a small birthmark on Clementine’s right cheek, below the ear.
Face claim: Darla Baker

Overall appearance:
Very few curves grace the lithe frame of Clementine Shelby, but she can work what she does have. She stands at an impressive 5’9 and is quite slender. Her frame, despite the lack of major curves cannot be described as stringy, nor can it be described as boyish. She’s simply ‘petite’, especially compared to most girls. She has great posture. She was taught to keep her head held high, no matter what. A princess keeps her back straight, shoulders back and head high. That is the posture of a Shelby.

Beautiful chestnut locks hang just past her shoulders, usually straight. Sometimes she allows her bangs to frame her face, sometimes not. Her hair frizzes easily and it’s an almost constant battle to keep her hair in place. It’s thick, thanks to her Spanish grandmother. It curls easily, and thus is sometimes curled. She usually lets it frame her face, though you may find she has pulled it up. Really, it’s done according to whatever makes her look best that day.

Her dark brown eyes also show her Spanish ancestry. Thick lashes frame her dark eyes, giving her eyes an overall dark look. She considers them to give her a sultry appeal, which indeed, with a slight amount of makeup, she can easily achieve. Her eyes very seldom hold any recognizable amount of emotions, giving her an aloof, detached air. She has a straight, sloping nose, and fair skin. She has a light dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose that she always covers with makeup. In her opinion, those freckles are her worst physical aspect.
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Perhaps this final act was meant,
To clinch a lifetime's argument,

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Amortentia:
-Citrus (ironically enough.)
-Sandalwood
-Wet ink

[/u] Clementine’s patronus takes the form of a lioness, sleek, powerful and in control.

Boggart: An older version of herself, less beautiful, weary, poor looking. All the things that Clementine sees as failure. She hates the mere thought of not coming out on top, and to see herself a failure just terrifies her more than you can imagine. Her whole family was bred for success, upper class life. Failure would just take her out of the picture.

Mirror of Erised: Clementine sees herself, standing tall and proud, head held high. In the background there stands her family, adoring looks on their faces. She smiles beautifully out to the world, a small boy clinging to her legs. She sees this because of her need for acceptance, for success. She wants independence, and she needs someone to love her unconditionally (hence the child, a boy because she hates little girls)

Worst Memory: Clementine’s absolute worst memory was her father’s wedding to Anastasia (her stepmother) when Clementine was eight. She had refused to be part of the bridal party, and had been severely rebuked for disobedience. That had been the first time her father had ever used force to govern her. Unused to this method of discipline, the young Clementine had hidden in her bedroom and refused to come out until the wedding.

During the wedding she had been an absolute terror, crying when they tried to dress her in the flower girl dress, losing the bride’s bouquet, doing everything she could. Finally the distraught bride simply allowed the young girl to do whatever she wanted, rather than be part of the bridal party.

Best Memory: The best memory Clementine can recall is her sorting. She can remember each moment from the second she first stepped into the Great Hall, until she joined her new classmates. She remembers in perfect clarity the statements the hat whispered in her ear. “Hmm, a brave child, you are. But here we go, lots of ambition, oh, and you’re manipulative.” Her breathing had been shallow, nervous as she waited for the moment that would decide her next seven years, and undoubtedly her future.

She had been visibly shaking in anticipation. A tremor running down her throat as the fateful word had been cried out for the entirety of the Hall to hear. The proclamation of Slytherin had sent the young girl had been ecstatic. Slytherin had been her father’s house. She wasn’t a failure. She had almost literally floated over to the Slytherin table, basking in the applause of her new house. She knew she was going to like it there.


Likes:
- Outer Beauty
- Success
- Power
- Ballroom Dancing
- Good looking boys
- Getting her way
- Chocolate (especially chocolate covered strawberries)
- Thunderstorms or storms in general
- Freedom (not having to depend on anyone/anything)
- Security

Dislikes:
- Failing at anything
- Pushovers
- Sunshine-y days
- Being second best
- Dependence
- Bad hair days
- Being considered unattractive
- Not being the center of attention
- Heat
-Her step family
Hobbies:
- Ballroom Dancing
- Showing off
- Ice skating
- Diary writing
- Writing letters to her Father (and sometimes Asher, her half brother)
- Competing in any form (She especially wants to be top of the class)
- Flying (But not Quidditch, she won’t fly alone, someone else has to be controlling the flight)
- Spending as much of her time as possible making sure she looks good.
-Stargazing

Habits:
-Spending too much time in front of a mirror
-Belittling people of different houses
- Fixing her hair
- Not thinking before she acts
- Over thinking the few things she takes the time to think of.
- Stating the obvious
- Telling people what to do
- Tapping her left foot whenever she’s bored

Strengths:
- Persistent
- Confident
- Getting things done
- Astronomy
- Organizing
- Creative
- Winter sports (Mainly figure skating, it’s like dancing)
- Ballroom dancing
- Keeping her emotions bottled inside
- Observing others (learning what makes people tick)

Weaknesses:
- Vain (she knows she’s beautiful, and likes to flaunt it)
- Handling rejection
- Charms
- Being wrong
- Allowing others to have the spotlight
- Dealing with emotions
- Treating people equally (She’s sure that Muggleborns are beneath her)
- Accepting the blame for something she’s done (If she can pin it on someone else, why not?)
- Learning from her mistakes (If something works, no matter the consequence, she will attempt it again.)
- Getting along with most people that aren’t in her House.

Overall Personality:
Hearing the name Clementine Jane Shelby, you’d probably envision a girl whose all sugar and sweetness. Seeing the same girl, you’d see someone that’s obviously aware she’s pretty, someone who uses that to her best ability. Now, if you knew Clementine, you’d probably describe her as an overachiever, you might even go as far as to say she’s malicious. And you’d be completely correct. Clementine will do almost anything in her power to get what she wants, and someone’s self esteem is no issue. She can tear down a girl in a few seconds flat. She can be very catty, and tends to consider most others beneath her. In her opinion, she’s royalty. She’s always been Daddy’s Princess, and expects to be treated like a princess where ever she goes.

The thought of failure absolutely terrifies her. Because of this, she tends to work harder than most students. She won’t allow herself to fall behind in studies. But whatever she can’t get through her brains, she will find other ways to get. Her main philosophy is to get things done, no matter how. She can’t stand to be wrong. She will go out of her way to prove her point if need be, and if she is wrong, she will most likely end up sulking about it.

Clementine has never really been one to express her emotions, because of the fact when her mother passed away, she had been expected to keep a stiff upper lip and just move on. She keeps everything inside. Another one of the things she was raised on was that only babies cry. Despite whatever amount of hurt that she keeps hidden deep within herself, she’s not known to open up to many people. Only a few people have ever had the chance to be her confidents. She takes rejection personally, and it’s one of the few things that hurt her outwardly as well as she tries to keep things hidden.

She tends to look down on everyone else, because of who she is. She doesn’t let many people see the real girl she is, the one behind the calm façade. She loves that she’s beautiful, because the outward beauty can distract people from the personality underneath the skin. She’ll use her beauty to achieve the confidence of others, especially if it’ll reap any sort of reward for her. On this note, she’s not dependant. Clementine hates needing anything. She’s not codependent, and while she enjoys relationships, she can function perfectly fine while isolated from people. In fact, she’d say it was even better; there would be no one to have to listen to.

Clementine’s preferred choice in weather tells a lot about her persona. She’s flashy and commanding like a thunderstorm. She cannot be ignored. Violent but breathtaking. She has no objection to causing damage, and she’s not the most pleasant person to have around.

If you really knew her, you probably wouldn’t trust her with your secrets; she’d be the type to spread gossip about you to make herself seem like a better person. All in all, you could simply say Miss Clementine Shelby thought a little too much about herself, and not enough about others. That she was too ambitious, to manipulative, too malicious. Much too much of a Slytherin.
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That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could,

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Family:
Francis Jonathon Shelby- Father – 47 – Ministry Official (Improper Use of Magic)
Lilith Catharine Parks- Mother - 46 – Healer (Spell Damage)
Anastasia Gwendolyn Mills- Step mother – 44 – Stay at home wife and mother
Judith Thomas Mills- Stepbrother- 18 – Journalist for the Daily Prophet
Susannah Jill Shelby- Half sister- 9 – No occupation, not in school
Asher James Shelby- Half brother- 4 – No occupation, not in school

Place of birth: Clementine was born and raised in Bath, England. She still resides there with her step family.

Overall History:
- Clementine Jane Shelby was born to adoring parents; Lilith Catherine Parks and Francis Jonathon Shelby. She was an adored only child. Doted upon by all the family until the day when she was visiting her maternal grandfather the child, a year at this point, grabbed onto her grandmother’s heirloom necklace and broke it. Her grandmother instantly disowned her only grandchild, and told Clementine’s mother never to contact them again. From that day on, unknown to Clementine, her mother had considered her a failure. This is how Clementine’s fear of failure began.

- When Clementine was four, a tragic event occurred, affecting her and her family. Clementine’s mother passed away in a tragic accident. A patient at the hospital Lilith worked at, St Mungo’s, was aggravated and cursed Lilith. The curse backfired, killing them both. Clementine had been forced to take this in a stride, being told that big girls don’t cry. She has never gotten over her mother’s death, but reveled in having her father all to herself. She became Daddy’s Princess at about that point by training herself to be an ideal child.

- At the age of eight, something that should have been a happy event befell Clementine. Her father had found himself a new bride. Anastasia Mills. She had a son Judith, a year older than Clementine. Clementine took an instant dislike to the woman that her father paid so much attention to, and decided she’d make things as miserable as possible for Anastasia and her son. The wedding went on, despite Clementine’s pleas that her daddy didn’t need a new wife, and that she didn’t even want a mommy. Around that time was the first and only time her father ever used force to govern his spirited daughter.

- Also, just before Clementine turned nine, her half sister Susannah was born. Clementine absolutely despised this child, knowing that a new baby girl would take the spotlight, and the attention she relished would be unleashed on the baby, rather than herself. She hated that both Anastasia and her father seemed to forget she was even there. It was Susannah this, Susannah that. Never ‘oh, look darling, look what Clementine did.’ Just Susannah.

- When Clementine was eleven, she was shipped off to Hogwarts, to both her delight and her horror. She reveled in the freedom being at school gave her, but she missed her father terribly. Being at school kept her away from her stepmother, and half sister, though her step brother was in Slytherin as well, the house she had been sorted into. She was able to prove that she was no ordinary girl at school, excelling in various subjects. Being as competitive as she was, Hogwarts seemed to be just the challenge she needed.

- When Clementine was in her third year, two events happened. First, was the birth of her half brother Asher. Luckily she didn’t hate this baby as much as she had the previous, Susannah. She decided little boys were much more tolerably than little girls. The second, being her first kiss, a milestone in every teenage girls life. The only memorable part about it was that the boy, one of the Rosier brothers, had been a particularly sloppy kisser. She had been disgusted with him, and broke up with him on the spot.[/font]

For all those born beneath an angry star,

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Member title: Slytherin Rose

Secret Phrase: the clocks go flying at the speed of sound

Sample: (drabble I wrote for a friend)

There had always been four Marauders, there had to be, the brawns, the brain, the beauty, and, well, the sneak. He’d always been the one that just knew things. They had never bothered to find out why, and how, Peter just knew. He knew the secret passages ways, he found the room of Requirement for them, he always was able to worm his way out of things. He had always been a major key to their success, their fame. They just never knew it. And he would be the key to the downfall, the death of James and Lily.
Peter had always known he had been lucky to be part of the group, though he had always been the least important. He was the insignificant one, the butt of Sirius and James’ teasing. They were friends yes, but he had never been as close to them, as they were together. He was the merely there out of convenience, despite the fact he wished it was otherwise. He spent his days following them, wishing he could be as close as they were, and they did include him, but Peter knew, he could tell there was an invisible wall separating him from them.

One day, just after Lily and James’ wedding, he had startled them, with an exclamation, “I’m right.”

They had looked on, slightly confused, chorusing an “About what, Wormtail?”

“I’m right, s’all.” Peter said simply, “Just you watch, I’m right.”

They had left it at that, claiming it must have been all the stress. For all Sirius and James had ever known, it must have been that. Remus had been thoughtful enough to investigate his friend’s claim.

He had appeared at Peter’s London flat, cornering him, “Peter, what is it you’re right about?” His face had creased in a mixture of confusion and concern as Peter eyed him warily, plopping down on a chair.

His eyes found Remus’, and he shook his head sadly, “I can’t tell you.” His voice was soft, despairing, “You matter to them, and I don’t. They care about you.”

Remus sighed, advancing slightly towards the boy, barely an adult, like the rest of them, flung into the world of war. The war was aging them all terribly, not giving them time to really be young. The weight of the wizarding world, bleak as it sounds, rested on their shoulder. Remus could see all this on the drawn face of his childhood friend, and placed a gentle hand on Peter’s shoulder. “They do care about you,” He said soothingly, not surprised to hear a resounding, “They don’t.”

“I do,” Remus’ voice was a mere whisper, afraid to raise his voice and disturb the odd sense of calm that had fallen thickly around the two friends.

A sniffling sound punctuated Peter’s words, “I … j-just want them to care.” He said, his face furrowed slightly in sadness. “They n-never did. I’m… I’m not st-stupid.” His voice was sharp, and he turned angrily to Remus.

“You belong. I don’t. That’s all there is to it. They don’t want me. They don’t even like me!” Peter snapped, standing abruptly. Remus gazed at him, surprised. Peter paced nervously around the room, every few moments gazing out the window. “I’m just expected to be there, you know, they wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared. You wouldn’t even notice.”

Remus sighed, walking slowly to his shaking friend. He gently took Peter’s clenched fist, and splayed his fingers out. “I’d notice, Pete. I’d notice. You know that, at least. And you may not know this, but they’d notice. You just never seem to notice how much a part of this friendship you are.

“And you know, a wise man once said, never let the sun go down on your anger,” Remus finished wisely; dropping Peter’s now splayed hand.

Peter did allow the sun to set on his anger. Many times after that discussion.

Lest we forget how fragile we are...

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