Post by Trisha Gentry on Oct 15, 2008 2:21:17 GMT -6
Birth Certificate
FULL NAME: Trisha Leanne Gentry
NICKNAMES: Trish, Psy, Bludger
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Human
SEXUALITY: Straight
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
AGE: 15
BIRTHDATE: May 1st, 1960
NATIONALITY/HERITAGE: American
HOMETOWN: Waco, Texas
YEAR/OCCUPATION: 5th Year
WAND: 8 inches, almond wood and unicorn hair
Appearance
HAIR COLOR: Blonde, sort of honey tinted. Sometimes bright bottle red. Not like a natural red, it is an obvious fake color.
HAIR STYLE: Her hair is kept long, a few inches past her shoulder blades. It is usually in two low pigtails that hang in front of her rather than down her back. She doesn’t have bangs, though some layers. Not enough to notice when her hair is in pigtails.
EYE COLOR: Hazel
BODY BUILD: Trish is scrawny. She doesn’t have any kind of figure to speak of…and probably never will. She is, however, stronger than most girls. Those scrawny arms hide some muscle. Not enough to overpower someone of the male specie, but she could do well in a fist fight. Trish is pretty scrappy. But she’s really short, around five feet tall and probably one hundred and five pounds soaking wet.
PIERCINGS: Bellybutton
TATTOOS: None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her face is dusted with freckles, but the most important marking is a scar that cuts through her right eyebrow.
PLAY BY: Jordan Hinson
Personality
LIKES:
+ Qudditch
+ Boys
+ Animals
+ Charms
+ American Football
+ Swimming
+ Pranks
+ Being one of the guys
+ Impersonations
+ Parties
DISLIKES:
+ Most Girls
+ Classes
+ The Indoors
+ Tea
+ Potions
+ Muggle Haters
+ Society
+ Dresses
+ Make-up
+ Prefects
STRENGTHS:
+ Humor—Trish makes a joke out of the most awkward and frightening situations.
+ Charm—And though she seems to hate propriety she could charm the worst of them.
+ Wand-work—Trish is pretty good with a wand…even though she doesn’t pay a lot of attention in class.
WEAKNESSES:
+ Hatred—Trish holds a grudge for a long time. She doesn’t give second chances often, if ever.
+ Friends—She is one of those people who would do anything for her friends.
+ Bleeding heart—Trish feels for people who get picked on and truly thinks there is some good in everyone.
BOGGART: She sees herself breaking a leg and being stuck inside for ages…
DEMENTOR: Trish gets stuck in the memory of her twin sister dying…over and over and over.
AMORTENTIA: Broom polish, freshly cut grass, and mint.
SECRETS: Trish crushes easy…and none of her male friends seem to notice. She has a crush on almost all of them.
SIGNIFICANT MEMORIES: Tysha, her sister, dying, Leaving Texas.
QUIRKS AND HABITS: Tapping her wand on things…accidentally setting things on fire in the progress.
HOBBIES AND PASTIMES: Trish plays American football in her spare time with the few students who actually know how.
PERSONALITY ESSAY:
Trish is…kind of insane. She likes to be a bit weird and have fun in the process. You’re more likely to see her with boys doing some kind of prank than sitting around with a group of girls. One could say she even hates girls…but really she just hates the prissy ones. How much fun could that be?
Trish is always laughing and finding a way to turn any situation into a joke of some sort. It’s one of her many talents. She also seems to make friends easily and when she’s your friend she always will be. She’s brave and charming and always looking for fun. Very few people can hate her…it just doesn’t seem possible to hate a person like Trish.
She does have a dark side, though. If someone pisses her off enough Trish won’t forget about it. Once you screw her over then you’re gone…for good. And sometimes she has bad days when she just sits there and thinks about her twin sister who died. That’s when she needs someone to cheer her up.
History Book
MOTHER'S NAME AND AGE: Josie Coleman, 35
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: House wife
FATHER'S NAME AND AGE: Riley Gentry, 37
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: Ministry employee
SIBLING(S)'S NAME(S) AND AGE(S):
SIBLING(S)'S OCCUPATION(S): Too young for jobs
PETS: Trish has a cat named Jasper, he is all black with three white spots. One is on his chest, another on his lower belly, and the third is a spot on his bottom lip. He also has the greenest eyes she has ever seen. Jasper is always with Trish…even during class where he hides in her bag. Jasper doesn’t seem to mind it in there.
OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Laura Gentry (step mother 34), Harold Coleman (step father 36), Jack Gentry, (uncle-father’s brother 27), Meredith Gentry (aunt by marriage 27), Hannah Gentry (cousin 2), Libby Gentry (half-sister 2), Carin Coleman (step sister 4), Corey Coleman (step brother 3)
HISTORY ESSAY:
Trisha was born in Waco, Texas to a wizard man and a muggle woman. Josie, her mother, had no idea what Riley, her father, was before they were married. She found out much later and by then it mattered more than anything. Perhaps if she had known sooner then things might have been different. But she didn’t and things turned out the way they did.
Childhood for Trish was pretty sunny all around. She and her twin sister, Tysha, were sort of spoiled rotten. Tysha enjoyed this more than Trisha did, but Trish went along with it. She usually went along with the things that pleased Ty.
The family lived in a rather nice neighborhood and the twins (as they were called conjunctively until this moment) were allowed to play outdoors alone. They were seven years old and neither one had shown a sign of magic yet. Their father was waiting for it to happen and in the mean time he sat and thought of what to tell his wife.
It turned out that Riley didn’t have to explain much…and there was no possible way he could have. She wouldn’t ever forgive him for what happened.
Tysha and Trisha were in the front yard, as usual. Trisha was in the huge oak tree (as usual) while Tysha sat on the grass and played with her ‘pretty doll.’ Trihs hated that stupid doll. It had a creepy porcelain face and she swore the damn thing stared at her while she slept. Trish was consumed by these thoughts and didn’t notice the neighbor sneaking through the hedges behind her. Andrew, the boy, did this often. He was always trying to get back at Trish for the dozen spiders she snuck into his lunch at school.
So Andrew jumped out of the hedges with a fierce yell and threw a large rock in Trish’s general direction. He had no intention of hitting her, of course, and he did miss by a mile. Instead Andrew hit that creepy, staring, stupid doll right in its stupid, ugly, creepy face. Smashed the bastard to smithereens. Tysha was screaming and bawling and Trish, who should have been unbelievably pleased, was trying to get out of the tall tree to comfort her twin sister. Trish felt that she had to protect Ty even though Trish was only a few minutes older than her. Ty was stubborn even at birth.
Trish’s foot slipped and her hands couldn’t close on the branch she had been reaching for. Trish fell, head first, to the ground. She would have broken her neck if Tysha had not screamed “NO!” Trish just suddenly stopped falling, only a foot from the ground. A man was driving by on a motorcycle and saw a young girl floating just off the ground.
He freaked out and veered off the road. Andrew was watching the whole thing, flabbergasted. But he forgot all about Trish floating as soon as that van came barreling through the Gentry’s front yard. Trish forgot she was floating, too. The two young children watched, in horror, as their friend, Trish’s sister, was hit by that van.
The man must not have known what happened. He kept driving after he hit Tysha. Trish fell to the ground when he hit her. Andrew began screaming bloody murder when he hit her. And then the man hit their home too. Josie was in the kitchen, the room that had been hit, and came outside relatively unscathed…only to find on of her daughters dead.
It wasn’t pretty and years later Trish dreams about it. The man was inconsolable, but he swore that he saw the other girl (Trisha) floating above the ground. Andrew was hysterical and useless to back up the story. Trish only cared about one thing, her sister.
Riley came home from work moments later. Josie wondered how he got there so fast, of course she found out moments later. Riley heard the man’s story and eventually asked Trish about. Trish nodded along, but didn’t speak. Days later at the funeral she still did not speak. She also wouldn’t let those people bury her sister. It took several women and over an hour to convince her to let it go. They didn’t let the men just pick her up and take her away.
Josie couldn’t get over her daughter’s death. Trish acting like a mute didn’t help matters, either. Instead Trish started to use magic around the house, which horrified Josie. Trish would move the letters on the fridge to spell things…without touching them.
Riley didn’t know how to help Josie and he was finally offered a better job at the Ministry of Magic (London). Josie refused to follow them to London. Trish didn’t give a damn anymore. She was eight years old and suddenly knew how meaningless life was. Tysha being dead cut a whole in Trish. It was like she lost a part of herself. A nicer, more generous, better part of herself. Now she was just pissed off.
Riley and Trish moved alone. The pair moved into a flat with her uncle Jack, whom she had never met before. He was younger than her daddy. Only 22 and Riley said, “Your grandmother never knew the right time to have babies.” Trish didn’t get it and didn’t care to. She just knew that Jack moved to London four years before to attend their superb Auror program. Trish also knew that Jack was the greatest person on the planet. He was cool, but didn’t seem to think he was. He never flaunted it. And he was a handsome guy. Trish went to lunch with him and a ton of women always came up to them and asked if she were Jack’s daughter.
They would laugh and laugh when Jack said no, his niece, and secretly Trish wished he were her daddy. He was so calm and everything Trish wanted to be. When Trish turned 9 she started talked again…and having fun. But only with Jack. Trish subconsciously blamed her father for her mother leaving them and starting a new family. By then Josie already had two children with her new husband. Trish hated them. She did speak to her mother, though. They wrote letters to one another often.
When Trish turned 11 she received a letter to a school called Hogwarts. Jack said, “Great school. Best there is. I wish your grandma Lolita had sent me and your daddy there instead of Altus.” Riley said, “Come on, Jackie. Altus was a good school. They had younger professors. Remember Professor Skye? She always wore that…” And then Riley had to whisper the rest in Jack’s ear. Jack was grinning from ear to ear and winked at Trish. Trish, as usual, didn’t get it.
During Trish’s first year her father remarried. His wife was an…interesting woman. In public she was all business with extremely nice clothes and super high heels. She was always done to a tee and really did look fantastic. She also had the same color hair and eyes as Trish. Her name was Laura. Most people mistook Laura for Trish’s real mother. Trish didn’t mind because Laura was different at home.
Laura was all light and sunshine. She had an intoxicating laugh and could always make Trish smile no matter how bad she was feeling. Eventually Trish realized she liked Laura more than her actual mother. This made her feel guilty as sin.
A year later Jack married Laura’s young second cousin, Meredith. Meredith was almost the exact same as Laura in personality, only she had darker features (hair, eyes, etc). Trish loved her new family.
The next year she was happy to have a bigger family. Laura and Meredith both had babies only a day apart. Libby Anne Gentry was her new little sister. Hannah Beth was her new cousin.
Trish had a whole knew life in a matter of two years. But she still thought about her old one and everything that had happened. Sometimes she wished she could change it all and go back. Because of this deep seated wish Trish always kept her Texan accent. She thrived on it. Most of the kids at school called her Cowgirl. Soon she lost that nickname and earned Psy, which was hsort for ‘psycho.’ Soon after that she acquired a new name, Bludger, because she tended to knock people over. Whether than be on purpose or accident one can never know.
And now, as a fifth year, Trish is just hanging out. Sure, she wants to be a Auror, but she doesn’t have good enough grades for it. Instead she might settle on ‘Turkey Wrangler’ or something just as absurd. Laura likes the absurd things in life.
Trish is closer to the Gentry’s than the Coleman’s. Mostly because the Coleman’s still live in Texas. And whenever Trish gets a letter from Josie she gets a tad bit upset and dark. Those are the moments when she could be found outside hoping for someone to do something entertaining and cheer her up.
About You...and the Necessities
ALIAS: Trish
AGE: Old enough
EXPERIENCE: Plenty
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Collection
OTHER CHARACTER(S): None
LOCATION/TIME ZONE: Central
CONTACT AT: PM
KEY PHRASE(S): --Verified by Bethany--
OTHER PHRASE(S): None
ANYTHING EXTRA: Nope!
FULL NAME: Trisha Leanne Gentry
NICKNAMES: Trish, Psy, Bludger
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Human
SEXUALITY: Straight
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
AGE: 15
BIRTHDATE: May 1st, 1960
NATIONALITY/HERITAGE: American
HOMETOWN: Waco, Texas
YEAR/OCCUPATION: 5th Year
WAND: 8 inches, almond wood and unicorn hair
Appearance
HAIR COLOR: Blonde, sort of honey tinted. Sometimes bright bottle red. Not like a natural red, it is an obvious fake color.
HAIR STYLE: Her hair is kept long, a few inches past her shoulder blades. It is usually in two low pigtails that hang in front of her rather than down her back. She doesn’t have bangs, though some layers. Not enough to notice when her hair is in pigtails.
EYE COLOR: Hazel
BODY BUILD: Trish is scrawny. She doesn’t have any kind of figure to speak of…and probably never will. She is, however, stronger than most girls. Those scrawny arms hide some muscle. Not enough to overpower someone of the male specie, but she could do well in a fist fight. Trish is pretty scrappy. But she’s really short, around five feet tall and probably one hundred and five pounds soaking wet.
PIERCINGS: Bellybutton
TATTOOS: None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her face is dusted with freckles, but the most important marking is a scar that cuts through her right eyebrow.
PLAY BY: Jordan Hinson
Personality
LIKES:
+ Qudditch
+ Boys
+ Animals
+ Charms
+ American Football
+ Swimming
+ Pranks
+ Being one of the guys
+ Impersonations
+ Parties
DISLIKES:
+ Most Girls
+ Classes
+ The Indoors
+ Tea
+ Potions
+ Muggle Haters
+ Society
+ Dresses
+ Make-up
+ Prefects
STRENGTHS:
+ Humor—Trish makes a joke out of the most awkward and frightening situations.
+ Charm—And though she seems to hate propriety she could charm the worst of them.
+ Wand-work—Trish is pretty good with a wand…even though she doesn’t pay a lot of attention in class.
WEAKNESSES:
+ Hatred—Trish holds a grudge for a long time. She doesn’t give second chances often, if ever.
+ Friends—She is one of those people who would do anything for her friends.
+ Bleeding heart—Trish feels for people who get picked on and truly thinks there is some good in everyone.
BOGGART: She sees herself breaking a leg and being stuck inside for ages…
DEMENTOR: Trish gets stuck in the memory of her twin sister dying…over and over and over.
AMORTENTIA: Broom polish, freshly cut grass, and mint.
SECRETS: Trish crushes easy…and none of her male friends seem to notice. She has a crush on almost all of them.
SIGNIFICANT MEMORIES: Tysha, her sister, dying, Leaving Texas.
QUIRKS AND HABITS: Tapping her wand on things…accidentally setting things on fire in the progress.
HOBBIES AND PASTIMES: Trish plays American football in her spare time with the few students who actually know how.
PERSONALITY ESSAY:
Trish is…kind of insane. She likes to be a bit weird and have fun in the process. You’re more likely to see her with boys doing some kind of prank than sitting around with a group of girls. One could say she even hates girls…but really she just hates the prissy ones. How much fun could that be?
Trish is always laughing and finding a way to turn any situation into a joke of some sort. It’s one of her many talents. She also seems to make friends easily and when she’s your friend she always will be. She’s brave and charming and always looking for fun. Very few people can hate her…it just doesn’t seem possible to hate a person like Trish.
She does have a dark side, though. If someone pisses her off enough Trish won’t forget about it. Once you screw her over then you’re gone…for good. And sometimes she has bad days when she just sits there and thinks about her twin sister who died. That’s when she needs someone to cheer her up.
History Book
MOTHER'S NAME AND AGE: Josie Coleman, 35
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: House wife
FATHER'S NAME AND AGE: Riley Gentry, 37
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: Ministry employee
SIBLING(S)'S NAME(S) AND AGE(S):
SIBLING(S)'S OCCUPATION(S): Too young for jobs
PETS: Trish has a cat named Jasper, he is all black with three white spots. One is on his chest, another on his lower belly, and the third is a spot on his bottom lip. He also has the greenest eyes she has ever seen. Jasper is always with Trish…even during class where he hides in her bag. Jasper doesn’t seem to mind it in there.
OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Laura Gentry (step mother 34), Harold Coleman (step father 36), Jack Gentry, (uncle-father’s brother 27), Meredith Gentry (aunt by marriage 27), Hannah Gentry (cousin 2), Libby Gentry (half-sister 2), Carin Coleman (step sister 4), Corey Coleman (step brother 3)
HISTORY ESSAY:
Trisha was born in Waco, Texas to a wizard man and a muggle woman. Josie, her mother, had no idea what Riley, her father, was before they were married. She found out much later and by then it mattered more than anything. Perhaps if she had known sooner then things might have been different. But she didn’t and things turned out the way they did.
Childhood for Trish was pretty sunny all around. She and her twin sister, Tysha, were sort of spoiled rotten. Tysha enjoyed this more than Trisha did, but Trish went along with it. She usually went along with the things that pleased Ty.
The family lived in a rather nice neighborhood and the twins (as they were called conjunctively until this moment) were allowed to play outdoors alone. They were seven years old and neither one had shown a sign of magic yet. Their father was waiting for it to happen and in the mean time he sat and thought of what to tell his wife.
It turned out that Riley didn’t have to explain much…and there was no possible way he could have. She wouldn’t ever forgive him for what happened.
Tysha and Trisha were in the front yard, as usual. Trisha was in the huge oak tree (as usual) while Tysha sat on the grass and played with her ‘pretty doll.’ Trihs hated that stupid doll. It had a creepy porcelain face and she swore the damn thing stared at her while she slept. Trish was consumed by these thoughts and didn’t notice the neighbor sneaking through the hedges behind her. Andrew, the boy, did this often. He was always trying to get back at Trish for the dozen spiders she snuck into his lunch at school.
So Andrew jumped out of the hedges with a fierce yell and threw a large rock in Trish’s general direction. He had no intention of hitting her, of course, and he did miss by a mile. Instead Andrew hit that creepy, staring, stupid doll right in its stupid, ugly, creepy face. Smashed the bastard to smithereens. Tysha was screaming and bawling and Trish, who should have been unbelievably pleased, was trying to get out of the tall tree to comfort her twin sister. Trish felt that she had to protect Ty even though Trish was only a few minutes older than her. Ty was stubborn even at birth.
Trish’s foot slipped and her hands couldn’t close on the branch she had been reaching for. Trish fell, head first, to the ground. She would have broken her neck if Tysha had not screamed “NO!” Trish just suddenly stopped falling, only a foot from the ground. A man was driving by on a motorcycle and saw a young girl floating just off the ground.
He freaked out and veered off the road. Andrew was watching the whole thing, flabbergasted. But he forgot all about Trish floating as soon as that van came barreling through the Gentry’s front yard. Trish forgot she was floating, too. The two young children watched, in horror, as their friend, Trish’s sister, was hit by that van.
The man must not have known what happened. He kept driving after he hit Tysha. Trish fell to the ground when he hit her. Andrew began screaming bloody murder when he hit her. And then the man hit their home too. Josie was in the kitchen, the room that had been hit, and came outside relatively unscathed…only to find on of her daughters dead.
It wasn’t pretty and years later Trish dreams about it. The man was inconsolable, but he swore that he saw the other girl (Trisha) floating above the ground. Andrew was hysterical and useless to back up the story. Trish only cared about one thing, her sister.
Riley came home from work moments later. Josie wondered how he got there so fast, of course she found out moments later. Riley heard the man’s story and eventually asked Trish about. Trish nodded along, but didn’t speak. Days later at the funeral she still did not speak. She also wouldn’t let those people bury her sister. It took several women and over an hour to convince her to let it go. They didn’t let the men just pick her up and take her away.
Josie couldn’t get over her daughter’s death. Trish acting like a mute didn’t help matters, either. Instead Trish started to use magic around the house, which horrified Josie. Trish would move the letters on the fridge to spell things…without touching them.
Riley didn’t know how to help Josie and he was finally offered a better job at the Ministry of Magic (London). Josie refused to follow them to London. Trish didn’t give a damn anymore. She was eight years old and suddenly knew how meaningless life was. Tysha being dead cut a whole in Trish. It was like she lost a part of herself. A nicer, more generous, better part of herself. Now she was just pissed off.
Riley and Trish moved alone. The pair moved into a flat with her uncle Jack, whom she had never met before. He was younger than her daddy. Only 22 and Riley said, “Your grandmother never knew the right time to have babies.” Trish didn’t get it and didn’t care to. She just knew that Jack moved to London four years before to attend their superb Auror program. Trish also knew that Jack was the greatest person on the planet. He was cool, but didn’t seem to think he was. He never flaunted it. And he was a handsome guy. Trish went to lunch with him and a ton of women always came up to them and asked if she were Jack’s daughter.
They would laugh and laugh when Jack said no, his niece, and secretly Trish wished he were her daddy. He was so calm and everything Trish wanted to be. When Trish turned 9 she started talked again…and having fun. But only with Jack. Trish subconsciously blamed her father for her mother leaving them and starting a new family. By then Josie already had two children with her new husband. Trish hated them. She did speak to her mother, though. They wrote letters to one another often.
When Trish turned 11 she received a letter to a school called Hogwarts. Jack said, “Great school. Best there is. I wish your grandma Lolita had sent me and your daddy there instead of Altus.” Riley said, “Come on, Jackie. Altus was a good school. They had younger professors. Remember Professor Skye? She always wore that…” And then Riley had to whisper the rest in Jack’s ear. Jack was grinning from ear to ear and winked at Trish. Trish, as usual, didn’t get it.
During Trish’s first year her father remarried. His wife was an…interesting woman. In public she was all business with extremely nice clothes and super high heels. She was always done to a tee and really did look fantastic. She also had the same color hair and eyes as Trish. Her name was Laura. Most people mistook Laura for Trish’s real mother. Trish didn’t mind because Laura was different at home.
Laura was all light and sunshine. She had an intoxicating laugh and could always make Trish smile no matter how bad she was feeling. Eventually Trish realized she liked Laura more than her actual mother. This made her feel guilty as sin.
A year later Jack married Laura’s young second cousin, Meredith. Meredith was almost the exact same as Laura in personality, only she had darker features (hair, eyes, etc). Trish loved her new family.
The next year she was happy to have a bigger family. Laura and Meredith both had babies only a day apart. Libby Anne Gentry was her new little sister. Hannah Beth was her new cousin.
Trish had a whole knew life in a matter of two years. But she still thought about her old one and everything that had happened. Sometimes she wished she could change it all and go back. Because of this deep seated wish Trish always kept her Texan accent. She thrived on it. Most of the kids at school called her Cowgirl. Soon she lost that nickname and earned Psy, which was hsort for ‘psycho.’ Soon after that she acquired a new name, Bludger, because she tended to knock people over. Whether than be on purpose or accident one can never know.
And now, as a fifth year, Trish is just hanging out. Sure, she wants to be a Auror, but she doesn’t have good enough grades for it. Instead she might settle on ‘Turkey Wrangler’ or something just as absurd. Laura likes the absurd things in life.
Trish is closer to the Gentry’s than the Coleman’s. Mostly because the Coleman’s still live in Texas. And whenever Trish gets a letter from Josie she gets a tad bit upset and dark. Those are the moments when she could be found outside hoping for someone to do something entertaining and cheer her up.
About You...and the Necessities
ALIAS: Trish
AGE: Old enough
EXPERIENCE: Plenty
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Collection
OTHER CHARACTER(S): None
LOCATION/TIME ZONE: Central
CONTACT AT: PM
KEY PHRASE(S): --Verified by Bethany--
OTHER PHRASE(S): None
ANYTHING EXTRA: Nope!
