Post by Magnolia Carter on Apr 19, 2024 15:13:39 GMT -8
MAGNOLIA REESE CARTER
BASIC INFORMATION
Age and Birthday: 17; November 11, 2006
Year and House or Profession: 6th Year, Slytherin
Canon: No
Special Abilities: None
FAMILY & HISTORY
Place of Birth: Tenterden, Kent
Notable Relatives:
Parents:
Clark Carter, Sr. & Emilie Carter
Siblings:
Rosemary Carter
Camellia Carter
Lilian Carter
Marigold Carter
Character History:
Magnolia was the second daughter, third child, of Clark and Emilie Carter. Unlike her sister, Maggie was fuzzy as a child required a lot of attention. Attention that she didn’t receive from her own parents but from the nannies. In turn, Maggie acted out in an attempt to get what she wanted. She cried and fought with her older sister despite Romy’s attempts to calm her down. The only person who could manage to get her to settle down was her older brother Clark. He was attentive and patient and he was taken from them all too soon. Clark’s death had a big effect on all of his sisters’ lives. They all depended on him to give them the love their parents couldn’t or wouldn’t give them.
When Clark died, it really did bring the family closer together. The Carter girls formed a tight circle around each other with Romy leading the way. Maggie wasn’t as rebellious as her older sister to stand up against their father’s political views. If Romy couldn’t be the perfect daughter for Clark, Maggie was more than willing to step in. She saw the opportunity to finally get the praise she think she deserves. Even if she has to stand on ugly side of the line.
When people look at Mag, they see a polite, smart girl who is just working hard through school. Beneath the serene mask, she’s desperate to prove that she’s just as smart as her older sister. Perhaps a little jealous of the way everyone seems to love Romy and her sweet smile, but it’s normal to be a bit jealous of your older sister, right? Maggie loves Romy, don’t get me wrong, but she sees the mistakes and the cracks in Romy’s perfect life and Maggie is going to make sure she doesn’t fall in with her.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name or Alias: Steph
Pronouns: She/Her
Experience: 20+ years
Other Characters: Too many to write down.
Role Playing Sample:
He was absolutely ridiculous. I mean, who acted like that at his age?
Stella had been right, she knew deep inside before she even met Sam, that he was just a show-off, know-it-all, big headed pretty boy with nothing to do but point out everyone’s fault and for what? To show off that he knew better? Take one of their first interactions for example:
Stella had pulled off a pretty impressive maneuver that she had tirelessly worked on for the two years while she juggled school and won not one but TWO cups for Ravenclaw. The Cannon’s coaches praised her, her teammates congratulated her and all Sam could do was point out, “You drop too far on the broom when you accelerate.”
Stella stared back at him, blinking her big brown eyes, with no expression on her face even though her blood was boiling in her veins. Like that was the whole point! She needed to drop that far to reach the snitch in time. It was something she had seen her cousin Anya do time and time again. So who was Sam Spade? How many championship titles did he have to his name? Up to this point Sam seemed cool - okay, just kidding! Stella already knew she wasn’t going to like Sam from the stories she read in the tabloids. ‘Self-less Lover’ or ‘Steamy Night with Spade’. His reputation as this great lover made him a joke in Stella’s eyes. Love? How could one night stands count as love?
Well, somehow, everyone loved him. It was baffling!
Their interactions only got worse as time went on. Sam swore he was all about teamwork and holding hands and reaching goals together yet made Stella feel like she was some dumb kid who had no idea what she was doing. Which she wasn’t! She was Stella Quinn, she grew up around Quidditch royalty. Anya Quinn had trained her since she was a kid on a toy broom. It was not her fault that he had this savior complex and she wasn’t playing along with him. Sam didn’t hide his dislike for her so she didn’t feel the need to either.
Stella was fine living that way, she didn’t need to be friends with everyone on the team. She had Damien and Eros and the rest of them fell in line with Sam. It was fine. Until it wasn’t and she found herself in the manager's office after a big blowout on the pitch. Stella had lost her cool, something she rarely did, and she wasn’t used to being scolded like a little kid. When management wasn’t getting through to either of them, Stella and Sam were locked inside until they could find some common ground. They were going to be there forever.
She sat straight in the chair while Sam leaned back and crossed his arms like a petulant child. The silence and just being near him, their chairs touching so their legs would too if either one moved, was torture. But unlike Sam’s indignant attitude, Stella let a small smile play on her lips. He also lost his cool and that was satisfying enough for her. She spent months trying to prove that he wasn’t perfectly nice at all times, she managed to get under his skin just like his comments about her being a Princess had for her.
Stella drew a breath and started out the only way a girl like her could, “I just think it’s funny… that you can say whatever you want about me but I can’t say one bad thing about the Cannon’s golden boy or else it’s like the end of the world. It’s like you’re some kind of prince or something.” All the while, that smile stayed on her lips. Maybe she was goading him on, waiting to see what else he had for her because so far Stella was not impressed with Sam Spade at all.