Full Character Name: Marlene Abigail McKinnon

Faceclaim:  Amanda Seyfried

Year/House & Wand/Blood Status:  6th - Gryffindor - 7’ Oak Dragon Scale - Pureblood

Quidditch position (if on team): Beater

Quick Bio: On the 11th of December, a great witch was brought into the world to a powerful family, Marlene McKinnon was born to an Auror and a Healer, it was never clear why the young girl had such a passion for reading but it seemed to grow with her passion for life. A natural born flyer she was on a broom from what felt like day one. She was always ready for new adventures and getting dirty.

Marlene was born into a rather frantic life style, she admired her father much as each day he put his life on the line to give her a safe future, Marlene unlike other children was brought up around injured people, staying by her mothers side watching her heal people that seemed beyond repair she would whisper sadly as she looked over new taunted bodies. By the age of 8, she learnt of Hogwarts, her mind was more developed than others her age, her parents were proud of their little girl and cherished her dearly. 

Quirky is the first word to that comes to mind when someone tries to describe Marlene. She herself is as good as the definition of quirky, unpredictable and unconventional. She’s random and fun to be around. Marlene is quick witted and armed with a sharp tongue. She does not hesitate to tell you how she feels, she expects nothing less from anyone else. Marlene’s style can be described as unorthodox and a little bipolar. Her sense of humor is difficult to comprehend. It’s one of those things where you’re not sure if she is making a joke. You realize about five minutes later she did make a joke and you look completely ridiculous when you start laughing out of nowhere. While everyone around you will laugh at you, Marlene will be the one laughing with you. 

Sample (two paragraphs): Oy! Yes, that was all that really could be said. Marlene McKinnon,  an author extraordinaire, had writers block. Which was. Like. Not possible. It was about as possible as Lily Evans was going to date James Potter. 

Wait. Screw that. VERY bad example.

But then again, maybe it wasn’t. Sighing deeply, Marlene picked up her notebook and looked at her other works. Songs that needed music, music that needed lyrics, poems that needed a rhythm, rhythms that needed poems. Stories that needed endings, ending that needed stories. It wasn’t right…You’d think that one ending would fit one unfinished story, but Marlene’s imagination was so amazingly broad and wide that each needed something fresh and different, something that no one had ever seen before. She looked at an old book, or script, and sighed. It was about two girls, one was horribly shunned, the other was goregous and popular, and how they became friends. Something about it was missing, though…And she wasn’t sure what. She needed an edge, a gimick. Something new…

Sighing, Marlene put away the unfinished script. It was pointless and dead, and there was nothing more she could do to fix it. But back to her current block. It didn’t make any sense! She was outside, it was a gorgeous July day…And the skies…skies as blue as the oceans…It was the most creative thing she’d thought up all day, and it was still crap…’Is it a sign of my block lifting?’ Marlene thought, puzzled at her sudden inability to write. “Maybe I’m better off shutting myself up in a dark room, forced to think about something…” She sighed. There was so much to write about, and so little to do.

She couldn’t finish the stories, couldn’t end a poem correctly, couldn’t write a song. “How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong…” She hummed under her breath. Still nothing. Maybe she should write about having writers block. But Marlene stopped before she could finish the thought. Compared to her usual works, that had to be the biggest load of crap ever. She sighed, still stuck, still not knowing that to do. Putting her notebook away, Marlene sighed again.

‘There’s always tomorrow…’ she thought bitterly to herself. 

Sitting at the table outside a little local cafe in Diagon Alley she tucked her brown wavy hair behind her ear and out of her cinnamon brown eyes. Her coffee sat in front of her still cooling, three creams, four sugars. It never changed no matter how many time she debated about trying something. She could tell herself she was going to get a different coffee but she knew in the end that she never would. 

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Roleplayer History: I’ve ran a few fourms on ProBoards & InvisionFree. I’ve roleplayed for about 7+/- years.

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