&&_Courtney Adaire Moudy
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&&_A L L A B O U T Y O Uname;; Courtney
age;; 15
gender;; Female
rp experience;; 4 years almost
how you found us;; my site.
why you want to be this character;; my character
other characters;; Adalae Riddle
password;;------&&_T H E C H A R A C T E Rname;; Courtney Adaire Moudy
age;; obvious
nickname/s;; Squeeki
sexuality;; straight
class;; witch/werewolf
allience;;Good&&_O N T H E O U T S I D Ehair;; redish brown
eyes;; greenish blue, with orange flecks
height;; 5’3
weight;; 110
build;; petite
played by;; Using myself (must have permission from admin Jenna, Lindsey, Courtney, or Jackie)&&_O N T H E I N S I D E at least five
dislikes;;strengths;; at least 3
weaknesses;; at least 3
fears;;random facts;; at least 5 (can be secrets;; SOME may be made up)
personality;; -Fairly So-
Courtney would best describe herself as a generally good person. Not always, because nobodies perfect, especially not her. Courtney is definitely the farthest thing from. In general though, she‘s a hard worker and believes firmly in what she thinks is right. She‘ll stand up for whoever needs it, and won‘t let down a friend.
-Beliefs-
Courtney considers herself a Christian, but has many different beliefs on it all. She’s been looking into the Bhai religion, where they believe everything. She does not believe most of the stuff in the bible, but being from where she is, she cannot express that to many people, besides her muggle best friend Kelsey.
-Dancer-
Courtney hasn‘t danced long, just on her school team, but is very active in the summer programs when she‘s home in Illinois.
-Guard-
A marching bando. Nuff said.
-Basically-
Bubbly, energetic, insane, lovable, kind, joyous, awesome. Just a few words to describe Courtney for you. Courtney is a strong figure. She isn't afraid to say what she's thinking and isn't going to back down from her beliefs without good reasoning. But don't let that fool you: underneath that there is a loving, sweet, sensitive, caring girl. Friends always come first for this girl: she always wants to make sure her friends are alright before she can rest herself. Courtney believes in friends first, and shows her love for them everyday.
And of course, Courtney is incredibly insane as well. Not afraid to crack a joke or to carry on an inside joke, Courtney is one bundle of fun for ya. What would the world do without courtney? ....... No one really knows.
&&_T H O S E W H O L O V E Y O Uparents;;Kristin, mother, 39
Bruce, father, 38
siblings;;Ray, Jake, Kendra, Dalton
other family;; Grandparents: Bob and Jane Moudy
Cynthia Whitney, Bill Shelton
Kip Harris
Aunts and Uncles: Patrick Shelton, Brian and Tammy Moudy, Brenda and Jeff Kelly
Cousins: Joshua, Emma and Noah Kelly, Alyssa and Cody Beaver, and Devon Adams (brother to Alyssa and Cody)
Best Friends: Kelsey Fahnestock, Brianna Pierson, Aly G.
Sisters: Lindsey Nicole Payne, Jackie Anne Elizabeth Hemsley, Caitlin Marie Karter
Werewolf: Damon, a kid she used to date back at Salem changed her on accident
pets;;Cats: Angel and Yang, Dog: Baby
&&_O N E U P O N O T H E R Sspecial abilities;; werewolf
how did your character get this way?;;Ex boyfriend accidentally turned her
Character Plot BEFORE this;; ---
Old Enemies;; ---
MINI RP sample of powers;; ----
&&_O N C E U P O N A T I M Epersonal history;;
-Was born in February 1962
-Third child of five
-Brother was killed at the age of eight years
-Moved
-Started a new school
-Met Kelsey and Christa
-Started school in Salem at the age of 11
-Age 13: Changed into a werewolf by ex boyfriend Damon, by accident
-Met Fellow years, Lindsey, Jackie, and Caitlin
-Transfered to Hogwarts
rp sample;;-not about Courtney-
Quint looked around to see nothing. Absolutly nothing. There was nothing left in the world to him. He was gone now, and nothing else mattered. He looked to his left to see a vast aray of white. He looked to his right to find the same image. He started walking, walking towards nothing. He felt like he was in one of those things he used to watch on tv, one of those dreams where random spots would turn up and he ended up falling through a black hole on the floor. But no spots showed up. Nothing showed up.
His black boots clunked on the floor. It was the only noise that was made, and he was growing confused. He looked to his left again, and nothing. The white continued. Again to the right, to see nothing. He stopped walking and held his hand out. He grasped nothing, but he knew there was something out there still. He heard a noise and whipped around. But still nothing. He looked back to what he thought was the front, but he wasn't sure anymore. He was stuck in white. He looked above him to see white.
He sat down where he stood trying to think of the possiblities. It never got dark, it never got light. He didn't believe it was a dream, or a nightmare. Quinton didn't dream, and he knew it must have something to do with muggles. He thought of the last time he saw his parents, the last time he saw his sister.
His father stood in uniform, about to go on his shift. He stared at Quinton with disgust, wondering how he could have gone so wrong. He had learned to accept Quinton's weird style, as long as he didn't embarress the Saft family. But he couldn't get over his son's magic. He sighed, watching as the boy just sat at the table staring down in disgust at the food on his plate.
"We gave you everything Quinton. Everything you asked for. You could give us something in return," his father said, grabbing his coat. Quint looked up at the man who never liked him.
"You didn't give me the one thing i needed though. You gave me no respect, no love. You gave Angel what she wanted. You gave me nothing. You gave me what you thought i wanted," Quinton said, pushing his plate across the table and standing up, ready to leave.
His father just stared. He was a non-violent man, and he didn't believe in abuse. Not physically anyway. But verbally, you would think that Quint was the most injured of all. "You chose not to accept it." His father put the coat on and opened the door, and walked out, his face full of shame. Quinton looked away, and heard the door slam shut.
Quinton looked into the white again. He knew it wasn't actually there, but he saw the face of his mothers. He hated her face with a passion when he lived there. But sometimes he felt like he needed to see it again, not just in a memory. His mother was ashamed of him, but she also actually did love him, unlike Clint Saft.
It was hours after his father was gone that his mother had come home. She had been shopping, which was an everyday thing. Quinton could remember like it had just happened yesterday, even though it was over two years ago. He was in the yard, book in hand, wand in pocket. His mother was walking up the side walk.
"What are you doing?" she asked in disgust when she saw that he was outside looking the way he did. She had been dying to give the boy a haircut for years, but seeing him outside and in public made her queezy. He wasn't aloud outside when he wanted to be like that, so Quinton never went outside.
He looked up at his mother, frowning. "It's called reading. I bet you used to know how to do it before you discovered credit cards," he said, looking at her new purchases, five bags sat at her feet. She frowned deep at him. "Watch your mouth young man. You could be more appreciative. Two of these bags are yours," she said. She didn't realise it anymore, but her nose was permanently stuck in the air. He closed his book, The book thief, and stood up.
"Go ahead and take them back. Or maybe you could not be so cold and give them to the less fortunate. I'll never wear them, and they'll just sit in your closet, gathering dust on such designer clothes. But hey, I could do it for you." He said, looking down at the clothes in the bags. He looked back at Brianna and frowned. She had done work.
"Quinton Herrlich Saft. Do not speak to me that way," she said, glaring at him with pure loathing. The look didn't affect him so much anymore, but when he was younger he wished he could crawl under a rock. "Do not think you are better than this family because you're a freak that can do magic."
"Then stop acting like you're better than everyone else in the world!" He shouted at her. "The world does not center around Clinton and Brianna Saft!" He turned around and walked away from his mother.
Quint hadn't thought about that moment for a long time. She wasn't always like that, but if he did something she didn't aprove of she couldn't stand it. She got mean.
The whiteness was never ending. There was no feeling to the whiteness, not even when he sat down. It was hard, but soft, silking, but rough. He was loosing all his scenses, and he stood up again. He looked to the right this time, and saw a face much like his own. His twin sister was standing with the family. He didn't consider her his twin anymore, and it was just the three of them. The Safts had finally gotten what they wanted.
Angel Saft was a princess. She got everything she asked for just by looking at her parents with her big blue eyes. She had had them permanently changed when she was 10, because she couldn't stand Quinton's eyes, and she didn't want to have the same ones. The thought made him want to throw up.
Angel had been corrupted by her mother at the age of ten. But Quinton didn't believe that she was all bad. Because she was an actress, she always acted around her parents. At night, she would always sneak in and give Quinton the food he wanted to eat, and she would assure him it was okay.
Quinton had finally had enough ridicule from his parents, and he was sick of his sister's swings. She was always doing that, acting, but she always said she wasn't acting. But that night, she came into his room again. She didn't like his room, it was always dark, and messy, and it was full of hate. But she went in anyway.
Of course Quinton was packing when she came in. She saw him and gasped. "What are you doing?" she almost shouted, and Quinton quickly covered her mouth. She pushed away his hand in disgust.
"What does it look like? I'm leaving," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He went back to his bag, and went back to putting his clothes into it. He kept looking at her.
"You can't leave!" She said, shouting again. She backed away to the door. She looked angry. Quinton thought that it was only because if he was gone she wouldn't be so special. But she always would be. He quickly pulled out his wand.
"Don't do it," he said. He was only fourteen at the time, and doing magic would get him kicked out of school, but he was willing to do anything to get out of that house. She just nodded. "You didn't see anything Angel. You just go back to your room and be the favourite. Have fun being 'mommy and daddy's' favourites." and with that he grabbed his bag. Angel went out of the room and down to the end of the hall. She opened the door of her room and dissapeared.
Quinton took his leave and didn't see her again. But he didn't care. He was smart enough to finally leave, he was smart enough to make it through.
Looking into the white again was nerve racking. He was seventeen, barely an adult, and he was alone. He wasn't scared, but he didn't feel so brave either. He just wanted to go back to Hogwarts, but it didn't seem to be happening in the white. He wasn't alone, anymore though. He hadn't realised that someone else had walked in, and there were more than one set of footsteps.
"You're a hard one to find, Quinton," a voice said. A familiar voice. Quinton jumped up and wirled around. He saw the aged face of his father, the worried face of his mother, and the bored face of his sister. His father stepped forward to touch Quinton, but he jumped back.
He hadn't spoken in so long, his voice was scratchy and it sounded lethal. "Get away from me." He pulled his wand out and pointed it at his father. He looked from one face to another and to another and back. "What do you want? Where am I?" He asked, searching their faces for answers.
"We want you to come home, Quinton," his mother spoke up. She looked so young still, but sounded so old. He shook his spiky head.
"Never," He said, his wand still raised. His father took no notice of the wand.
"This, dear boy, is an isolation tank. There is no way out. You cannot escape, you are coming home," he said. He had thought he had one. But he hadn't.
Quinton smiled, and started to laugh. "Oh dear stranger. You have forgotten that I am not a kid anymore, and that i have magic. There's always a way out for me, but there's never one for you," he said, pointing his wand else where, towards the never ending white. He shouted a spell and the wall broke imediatly and he could see things again. Trees and things. He ran and jumped out the broken wall, and Quinton had left again, to be gone from the Safts forever. They had almost caught him, but he refused to let them
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