EVANS, Lily Marie

[lily]

• LILY MARIE EVANS •
"Hold on, one more time with feeling. Try it again -- breathing's just a rhythm. Say it in your mind until you know that the words are right. This is why we fight."

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Lily Marie Evans
1990's or 1970's? 1970s
nicknames, People usually just call her Lily, but she'll go for Lil also.
age, Seventeen
birthday, January 30th, 1960
year, Seventh year
house, Gryffindor
blood status, Muggle-born
wand, Willow, 10¼, pixie wing (swishy)
broom, She's not the athletic type. She's more of a spectator than a participant.

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, A darkish red.
eye color, Green
height, Five-foot-four-inches
weight, One hundred and thirteen pounds -- she's very petite.
general appearance Generally when people think of Lily, they think of fair features and of a subtle beauty. She was created in a way that always makes her look friendly and approachable. Her almond shaped, olive green eyes are searching and open; and her smile is enough to calm anyone's nerves and bring a smile to their face too. Her hair is dark red and long, crawling down just below her shoulders. She usually keeps it curly since it looks more alive. Lily is generally very small; but, that doesn't mean much to her personality. As far as clothing goes, Lily's not that picky. Usually her school robes are enough, at least while she's at Hogwarts; but, when she's being casual, she doesn't really put much thought into what she's wearing. All that matters, to her, is comfort. When Lily tries to look nice, on those special occasions, she's very successful. But she finds putting too much emphasis on that sort of thing distracting. Sweatpants and a sweater are good enough for her while she's reading next to the fire.

The first thing people usually notice about her are her eyes. They're quite distinctive and bright, emoting any sort of feelings she may have before her face has enough time to catch up. The color is of a pale olive green that matches to the fairness of her features. They stick out only because of the intensity of how she looks at things. When she's watching you, you know that she's watching you completely, because her eyes show that. Their benevolence make her look and feel trustworthy.

As someone once stated: "Lily Evans? You'd see her eyes before you even knew she was there."

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Lily is very simple and pratical when it comes to things she loves. Above all, family and friends are most important to her. There is nothing in her heart that means more to her than those she cares about most. She also enjoys studying, because she absolutely loves magic and wants to be able to hone her skills and abilities. There are subtle things that she likes, such as singing, reading and spending time with her loved ones. Secretly, Lily is quite the romantic and loves people who subtly hit on her and do romantic things like leaving her flowers or writing her anonymous notes. Sometimes it's the little things like that, that make her day.
dislikes, Lily very much dislikes the Dark Arts and anyone that practices them, because all and all, Lily has a general hatred for all things malevolent. She really dislikes bullies or people who try to hurt others. Those are the main things, however. In reality, Lily tries not to be a hateful and judgmental person. Most of the time she likes to find the good in others. But sometimes it's hard when she has to deal with people like traitors. To Lily, being unproductive is annoying, and absolutely despises it when she feels useless and helpless. At the moment, she very much dislikes James Potter, because he's a huge bully, but... you know. Right now, she kind of dislikes Severus Snape, but she has a hard time keeping those negative feelings up, since they share such a history together.
strengths, Lily's general strengths are:

[/li][li] Kindness
[/li][li] Potions
[/li][li] Magic in general
[/li][li] Determination
[/li][li] Optimism
[/li][li] Resillience
[/li][li] Cleverness
weaknesses, Lily's weaknesses are:
[/li][li] Very sensitive
[/li][li] Can be outright mean when angered.
[/li][li] Holds grudges.
[/li][li] Can be a bit reckless.
[/li][li] Overestimates herself sometimes.
[/li][li] Easily loses her temper.
[/li][li] Has a very hard time forgiving people.
[/li][li] Isn't very good at "being in love."
worst fear, Losing everything; her loved ones, her magic, her home, everything, and being left helpless, useless and alone.
boggart, To be honest? Losing her childhood friend, Snape. Him turning on her like that, calling her such an awful name, and then being forced to throw him out of her life based on principle.
amortenia, Vanilla. There is no other smell more beautiful than vanilla, to her.
sexuality, Straight
overall personality, When it comes to personality, Lily Evans shines. She's kindhearted and warm. Professor Slughorn even described her as being charming and witty. Lily's rather extroverted, and enjoys doing things in groups. She loves joining clubs and getting involved with the general student population. Lily thrives off of the energy of others; their happiness, their enthusiasm -- that's what keeps her going. Lily has the knack of being able to see the goodness in others, because that's generally what she wants to see. She doesn't make negative assumptions about others until they do something negative. So, Lily goes out into the world trying to find friends, rather than wading around, hoping to find something nice.

Lily's a very loyal person. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes her a good friend -- she latches onto people she cares about and defends them outright, no matter what. Sometimes doing this causes her to make enemies she didn't intend to ever make, but she believes those are necessary sacrifices to make when you're defending your loved ones. In general, Lily's very dependable. You can come to her about almost anything... And the emphasis is on almost. Lily is very strong about her principles, with what's right and what's wrong, and she generally doesn't look well upon things that are obviously wrong. When it comes to things like the Dark Arts, or other malevolent things of that subject matter, she becomes very indignant. She's very passionate about how those things are evil and disallows the subject or the actual things to be any where near her. Other things, though? Boyfriend troubles, sex troubles, friend troubles, school troubles -- whatever, you can come to her and she will easily be a support for you.

Speaking of... While Lily is a die-hard romantic, she's kind of romantically inept herself. When given enough time to be herself around a romantic partner, things become natural and easy. But starting off? The situation confuses her and makes her feel awkward, and she doesn't know what to do. That usually scares people off, which is why she hasn't really dated during her years at Hogwarts.

Lily's very strong headed when it comes to things about "race." She very much dislikes racists, and finds Mudblood to be a word that should never be spoken under any circumstances, which is why it hurt her so when Severus called her one. When it comes to people who are racist, it's hard for her to ever forgive them, even if they are great people. People who retain some form or another of hate are people Lily doesn't want to be around. Even if they came to her, flowers, apology and hugs -- she'd still be very wary, even outright doubtful, about forgiving them.

Lily takes her studies very seriously. From the beginning, people have always considered her to be a talented witch; but, to her, talent is only useful when you have hard work to back it up. She studies often and does her best to rise above in learning magic. She's particularly good at Potions, but her talents thrive in other areas of magic too, like Transfiguration and Charms. Lily always needs to be doing something, and lazing about, even though it's nice, makes Lily feel anxious. She doesn't like any sort of lack of productivity, even if it's just as mundane as cleaning her room.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Rosalie Evans (nee Cohen); not much is known about her family on her mother's side.
father &family, Jacob Evans; same with Jacob's family.
siblings, Petunia Evans, 19, She's a muggle
overall history,
The most important thing about Lily is that she's muggleborn. There's no grand history of magic in her line, some people would just say she got really lucky. And in some respects, she did. Not only was she born with other-worldly abilities, she was also born to two loving and accepting parents that wished to develop her gift and support her as she learned. When she was young, though, she grew up quite normally. She was very close to her sister, Petunia, during this time, and looked up to her. However, as she got older she began to realize there was something weird about her. Although she had control of her magic at a young age (which is quite rare), the idea that she even had some sort of supernatural ability was strange. It wasn't until she met Severus Snape that she realized she was a witch. He told her what her abilities were, and everything that there was to know about the Wizarding World, and the two became very close friends. While they did, Petunia and Lily grew apart. It broken Lily's heart, but Severus was always there to comfort her.

When Lily turned eleven, she got her Hogwarts letter and immediately began attending. She was sorted into Gryffindor. Lily thrived at Hogwarts. She was quite popular and excelled in her studies. She enjoyed every aspect of life Hogwarts had to offer, and took advantage of every opportunity she had to bring herself out into the public eye. She joined the Slug Club at Slughorn's request, and later became Head Girl.

However, life in Hogwarts wasn't always pleasant. In her fifth year at Hogwarts, a schism came between her and her best friend, Snape. Due to political differences, Lily ended the friendship. She stands by and regrets the decision. Lily was, in general, very good with people, but made enemies along the way. She still has a hard time dealing with James and the Marauders, and every so often Snape comes by to try to pry forgiveness from her, but it doesn't work. She still works hard in order to graduate from Hogwarts fully prepared for what she's basically prepared herself for -- joining the Order of the Phoenix and going against the Death Eaters, even if that means self sacrifice.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Callie, or I'll go by Lily in the C-box
gender, Female
age, Eighteen
contact, [e-mail] <-- My MSN
other characters, N/A
experience, About eight years now.
how you found us, Proboards Support
roleplay sample.
The world around her was moving at a rapid pace that Anya couldn’t conscientiously keep track of, so she refused to. All she could really focus on were the certainties of the present, which were two things: The fact her baby was coming, and the excruciating pain that had followed suit. And even those two things were difficult to focus on as her head was rushing and swaying in every which way to register her location, and who was with her. Kenny seemed to have disappeared entirely, and she could only manage to spot Severus only once or twice betwixt the chaos. The only person that had registered long term was Madame Pomfrey, and despite the fact she was a lovely woman, she wasn’t exactly the person Anya had wanted at her side.

In fact, she realized with some horror attached, she had never really decided who she wanted with her when she was birthing her child.

Anya always knew this would be a private affair, but she always imagined at least one person at her side when it was time. Now she felt utterly alone, and hard pressed to find someone to hold onto as all of this was happening. Severus Snape managed to flit through her imagination for a brief moment, and Anya even considered calling out to him; and she probably would have if it wasn’t for the pain she was experiencing. All she could manage was a small hiss before falling back against the bed, flooded by heat and sweat, her head lolling to the side as she tried to regain some sort of composure amidst the hot flashes and throbbing.

Eventually she had calmed and the contraction had subsided, and Anya was overcome with relief. She knew reprieve was merely temporary, but she was grateful for it nonetheless. And in that moment of calm, she could hear Madame Pomfrey informing her that she was going to invoke some sort of charm that would make the pregnancy painless and quite easy to deal with. Something along those lines. Language was at a loss to her. But “pain free” managed to lock onto her brain, and Anya could only think of her mother. Her mother had given birth to Anya alone, no mediwitches or midwives, with no help but her husband’s hand a few soothing words. Ever since Anya had heard the story of that stormy and excruciating night, she had made a promise to suffer through childbirth like her mother had. It was a strange pact to make, but she was very certain to follow it. As she watched Pomfrey began to mutter the words to the charm, she raised a weak hand to stop her and shook her head. Anya swore she that she had said “no,” but she couldn’t be too sure. Either way, Madame Pomfrey was staring at her curiously with a tilted head.

“You’re not in your right mind,” was what she heard the nurse say, in dull hum and continuously repeating with increasing clarity before it settled in her mind like a blanket of snow.

“I… don’t give my consent,” Anya said. “… I don’t want it… I want to do this… with the pain…”

And after that another contraction came, even more excruciating than the last, but the stoic Anya stood her ground, and kept completely still. Her chest rose and fell in an evenly kept rhythm, but even she couldn’t help it as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head, and small whimpers of pain escaped her now suddenly chapped lips. She heard Madam Pomfrey say a few things about how she was only a teenager and it was possibly her body couldn’t withstand the pain without going into shock, but Anya continued to shake her head like a stubborn five year old. Pomfrey seemed to give in and mutter something about how if she noticed something going on, she would immediately use magic. Either way the issue was settled and Anya continued to ride the waves of pain and alleviation without much to say, other than the occasional exclaimed word that was either nonsense or irrelevant to the situation at hand.

Time was at a loss to her after the first hour of delivery. Time seemed immaterial and meaningless at that moment, either way. When Anya had mulled on time, it was only to consider how tortuous it was to have to go through labor for this long. Why it couldn’t just be cut and dry, she didn’t know. But the powers that be willed that all women suffer through a long and agonizing labor until they deemed it time for the baby to make itself known into the world. That moment, for Anya, couldn’t come soon enough.

In her times of release, Anya noticed only Pomfrey walking about, and checking on her beddings every so often. There wasn’t much she could do in the in-between, and Anya could tell she was just as anxious for the baby to come as Anya was. Occasionally Snape meandered in to check on the status of the situation, to which Pomfrey would only give a one or two word answer to before he was on his way. Anya still desired to ask him to stay, but couldn’t gather the courage to. Instead, she stared at him with a sort of quiet desperation in hopes that he would notice and consider staying at her side. But that was merely a capricious fantasy. She didn’t consider that she was in high enough regard to him for him to even think about staying at her bedside for a few minutes.

Anya was later told that four hours had passed when it was finally time to deliver. Anya was lying on her side in one of the calm waves of labor when suddenly she was racked with ache that was worse than all the other times before. But this time, this throbbing was accompanied by a force in her abdomen, and a feeling like her body was trying to force something out of her. Mentally, Anya could feel that this was it, and she weakly called to Madame Pomfrey, who rushed to her and checked on her dilation. The look on the nurse’s face was even more confirmation, and Anya rolled onto her back and braced herself for the inevitable. Poppy began flitting about with natural grace and she seemed more than prepared for this very moment. It was like she had waited all her life for this. When everything was in place, she looked Anya very sternly in the eyes and told her to begin pushing.

It was a lot easier than Anya had expected, and even more painful than she had imagined. She could only manage one or two pushes before laying flat on her back and crying softly to herself. Her hair was messed, beads of sweat were dropping from her temple, and her eyes and nose were bright red from her constant weeping. Poppy urged her to continue and Anya tried to comply, but kept failing at every attempt.

Anya whimpered something that she thought was “I think I’m going to pass out.” Whatever it was, Poppy wasn’t having it, and informed her tersely that if she thought Anya couldn’t handle it, she would put her under and let nature do its thing. But Anya was overcome by stubbornness, and with newfound determination she sat up and began pushing with the contractions.

The moment when the baby started coming out was a blur, and Anya could only remember a few fragments – such as when Poppy’s excited squeal as the head began to crown – and could only clearly remember the sudden departure of heavy pressure, and the hot wet of relief. Before she knew it, Poppy had set the baby onto Anya’s chest as she ran off to get a towel to wipe the fluids and blood off. The memory of seeing her child for the first time was something she would always remember.

The bright blue eyes of the child were staring right up at her, as loud cries elicited from its blood soaked lips. It was so small and tender, so much so that Anya could barely believe that the child was even real. It all had to be some sort of fantastic dream. This being had come from her, and that was something she could barely fathom. The sudden feelings of maternal love were intangible and impossible to measure, and fresh tears came from her eyes as she delicately cradled her baby against her chest.

Poppy emerged a few seconds later and wrapped the baby up in a warm towel. She cleaned it, and did all the proper processes that came with checking if the child was alright. Eventually the child was returned to Anya’s trembling arms, and she was sobbing still, a wide grin spread across her lips as she looked up at Poppy. She almost felt like screaming, “I did it!” and she knew Poppy wouldn’t hold it against her if she had.

Poppy gave a motherly smile and chimed, “It’s a girl.”

Anya nodded knowingly and wiped her eyes. “I knew it would be,” she whimpered through sobs. “She danced.”

The baby was calm now, eyes slowly blinking as it seemed to survey the world about her for the first time. Anya leaned forward and kissed the child’s comfortably warm head for the first time. “Didn’t you, my little Nataliya?”

The babe merely cooed contently as she closed her eyes and fell into sleep. And Anya, breathing to the rhythm of her child’s heart, understood the meaning of life for the first time.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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