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ALICE LONGBOTTOM;
Basics. SHE KEEPS MY HEART BEATING FOR ONE MORE BEAT NAME: Alice Honoria Longbottom AGE/BIRTHDAY: 27. March 31st, 1953 BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood OCCUPATION: Family / Relationships. SO DO YOU WANNA KNOW A SECRET ABOUT HER FAMILY Parents: Hector Max & Horatia Max (nee: Talkalot) SEXUALITY: Heterosexual SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Frank Longbottom CHILDREN: Currently None. Politics. YEAH, BUT CAN YOU SPEAK UP A LITTLE LOUDER. LOYALTY/ALLIANCE: Order of The Phoenix ROLE IN THE WAR: We don't know if you got the memo, but Alice Longbottom is a BAMF and for the record right now you ain't messin with her douggie. Okay, but for real. After a sum total of three years of auror training followed by approximately five years of full assignment in the DMLE, Alice is combat trained to say the least. She is more than capable of taking a stand against formidable individuals and functions well under pressure. She's an excellent markswoman, has a reflective sense of hand-eye coordination and seldom misses her intended target. She does best at offensive planning and defensive fighting. She has a talent for rearranging chaos into order and is meticulously organized, exibitting prudent tacticial skills and is highly resourceful. She is a virtuoso of escape, evasion, picking locks, and breaking and entering. She's also the damn MacGuyver of setting booby traps thanks to pre-training in the form of her combative relationship with her brother. The things she can do do with just some rope are damn amazing. And just wait until she discover duct tape. Knows everything there is to know about unicorns. It might come in handy, okay! Alice does what she wants. POLITICAL VIEWS: While Alice might not use the word 'purist' to describe her parents, there's no doubt that they (her mother in particular) harbored a sense of superiority because of their blood status. They did not, however, preach and rave about it, so Alice was left very much to form her own opinions. She doesn't believe there's much of a difference between purebloods, halfbloods, or muggleborns. She views muggle and wizard relationships not in terms of inter-species mixing, but more like relationship between two people who speak different languages; something that requires a lot of work, patience, and hardship to make function, but far from impossible. Although she percieves a definate divide between the wizards and muggles, she doesn't consider them less for it. Afterall, she flounders around when dumped in their world just as much as they would if depositted in hers. She does support the Statute of Secrecy, as she remembers her history lessons and is not keen on a repeat of muggle persecutions of witches and wizards. Appearance. I DONT CARE IF SHE LEAVES ME GASPING FOR AIR. APPEARANCE: lice would like to go on record as giving the middle finger to whichever deity gave her husband such an intense growth spurt while leaving her barely topping 5'1 in height. In fact, many of the times when Frank has caught her just looking at him she's actually wondering if maybe he stole some of her inches from her back in school. Regardless of why, Alice Longbottom is not a very impressive specimen in terms of height. Further complicating the vertical disadvantage are her baby face features and her medium build. Alice has the type of body type where, despite everyone elses' insistence that she is just fine has her checking her ass in the mirror to make sure it doesn't look like a bus tire. Yet still not nearly bad enough that she'll stop doing things like stashing jelly beans in her bra so she has something to snack on during those long debriefing meetings (not that she has to go to those anymore since she defected, but at this point it's just become a habit). Although she might eye her rear dubiously at times, Alice's legs are sleek, toned, and if she were to throw those bad boys in a mini skirt would snap necks -- oh, yes. Her round face with it's full cheeks and stubborn chin featuring a barely perceptible cleft has some puckish quality that can't quite be pinpointed. Perhaps it's the shape of her eyebrows or the hazel eyes themselves, whose color strongly resembles the green and brown marbling of tortoise shell. Overall, Alice's personality marks her physicality, inherent in the laugh lines that make a map of her face, the slow deliberate pace of her movements and gestures which contrast with the brisk pace of her steps when she’s in transit. Her lips are slightly on the thin side but shapely, with the upper lip defined to make a shallow ‘m’ shape. Frequently, they part to a smile that reveals even, white teeth which give way to laughter and sounds of mirth. She has a rosy complexion which remains resistant to tan, much to her bitterness. Thick honey blond hair sprouts from Alice's scalp and falls only a few inches past her shoulders, cut into chunky waves hanging heavily around her face. When it comes to clothing, Alice subscribes to the theory of less being more--which could also translate into her being just too lazy to keep up with fashion. If she has to get dolled up for any reason she'll choose 50's style dresses or business pleats and crisp collars. Make-up? Minimal. Manicure? Immaculate in that military fashion, though conspicuously short. She has a notable preference for boots when it comes to footwear. And, admittedly, she has a Personality. LIKE FINDING ALL THE ANSWERS TO EVERY QUESTION YOU'VE ASKED YOURSELF. WAND: 9 1/4, Birch, Phoenix Tail Feather, Sturdy Although it has a reputation for weakness, in actuality birch is one of the finest Light wandwoods in existence. It is associated with both driving out evil spirits (and thus will produce a strong Patronus) and with healing magic. Phoenix tail feather is a popular wand core due to its versatility and power. Its main strength lies in Defense Against the Dark Arts, although its adaptability can wrench it to hexes and jinxes if need be. As with the dragon heartstring core, the phoenix core is common amongst Light Wizards, but its users are not necessarily Light Wizards. This core may specifically impede Dark spells, so it is not common amongst Slytherins. However, it is by far the most common Gryffindor wand core, and is not unusual amongst Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. BOGGART: Her Little Brother marked as a Death Eater and challenging her Alice knows that her brother, like her parent, subscribes to ideas of pureblood superiority. She fears that conviction developing into an extremity that might inspire him to join the very group that she's fighting against. Even more she fears this resulting in a situation where she'd have to choose between her baby brother's life and her cause. PATRONUS: Puma → patience. decision. action. vigor. self assurance. intuition. Alice is capable of performing the Patronus Charm, and producing a rather strong patronus as a result to boot. Her happy memory is when Frank proposed to her. LIKES: Candy. Quidditch. Spiders. Making Lists. Heights. Big Hats. The Smell of Maple Syrup. Outdoors. Travelling. Arts & Crafts. Tying Knots In Things. Rain. Secret Codes. DISLIKES: Sea Food. The Word 'Moist'. Pumpkin Juice. Snow. Hospitals and Medical Wards. Criticism. Humid Days. Fur Clothing. Cats (allergic. also they're snotty). Waiting in Line. STRENGTHS: Organized. Creative. Combat Trained. Intuitive. Resourceful. DADA. Multi-Tasking. Patient. Assertive. Honest. Collected. Reliable. Decisive. WEAKNESSES: Competitive. Arrogant. Stubborn. Self Congratulatory. Bossy. Lacks Tact. Nosy. Potions. Glib. Doesn't Take Critique Well. Sentimental. Smart Ass. KNOWN INFORMATION: Alice is a known Order member as of pretty much Day One of operation Pwn All Horcruxes. Before that, she was known as a capable and dedicated auror for the Ministry of Magic. Not very much about her life is hidden. Her biggest secret was her affiliation with the Order of the Phoenix and that was was blown out by Rita Skeeter months ago DETAILED PERSONALITY: When you get right down to it Alice, while a strongly moral person, is not the sugar sweet girl that her cherub face might lead you to believe. And that becomes evident rather quickly. There are several things that Alice has working to her advantage: A creativity that could put her on par with artistic geniuses such as Rembrant and Picasso if she had any artistic talent, but as it stands lends itself to truely amazing martial ingenuity (eat your heart out MacGuyver). A sense of conviction and dedication to her beliefs that allows her to do anything necessary for what she believes is right. A self confidence that's just shy of worshipping graven idols of herself. A sense of close observation that allows her to notice things from your 1/4 centimenter hair cut to the hair thin trip chord that her brother has set up in a misguided attempt to get her back for that gallon of turkey gravy she dumped on him two months ago (or whatever). An ability to take joy in the small, uncomplicated things, inspiring celebrations over miniscule triumphs like free beer or a sickle found in an old set of robes. A very well developed sense of humor, able to make light of even very tense situations and a level headed collection. Though on occasion she can come across as impulsive and/or arrogant, Alice is both extremely intelligent and competent, and the only situations in which she exhibits irrational behavior is when her family is threatened. She might seem to go barrelling into situations, but there is very little that Alice ever does without planning it through thoughroughly first. It's just that she's a quick thinker and rarely bothers to explain herself. Oh, and of course there's the fact that you can call her Mrs Flinstone because she most definately makes her husband's bed rock (not all that important for general knowledge, but she demands it be mentioned). So now that the pros have all been eeked out, lets looks at some cons. A smart mouth with no filter which has, on more than one occassion, gotten her into trouble. A pessimism that borders on the very of being neurotic. Pessimism and suspicion of...pretty much everyone she's not personally close to make her prone to doubt, worry, and general outlandish convictions--for example, walk behind Alice for more than two blocks and she's suddenly convinced you're stalking her. A pride, which is the bladed edge of her self-confidence, that makes her spine is rod straight. She hates yielding, even finds trouble compromising, and takes criticism very badly. In fact, she is so bad at taking criticism that, if left alone, Alice will riffle through an entire box of fortune cookies until she finds a prediction that she likes. She has a stubborn inflexibility that comes pack and parcel with her sense of conviction. Alice has trouble letting go of things, intangible and tangible. Sentimentalism on the positive end of the spectrum, but vengeful and grudge holding on the other end. She has trouble laying things to rest--feuds go on forever, attachments are as permanent as mountains. Alice is nosy and quite casually snoops through everything. If it weren't for her utter lack of patience for paperwork, she'd have been right at home in intelligence gathering. Described by her peers as being as ‘tactful as a Hungarian Horntail,’ Alice is highly intelligent, with an unhealthy love for competition and enough pride to sink a ship. Never one to ask for help, or even apologise for that matter, she lives – and has always lived – life with no regrets, has a very firm grasp on what she considers to be ‘good’ and ‘evil,’ and has no qualms in standing up for what she deems as right – even if that means getting her hands dirty. The woman can be difficult at times but she generally has a mild temperament. She does not seek out to distress people and while she does indeed posses many disruptive qualities, it is never her intention to bother others or give off the impression that she is ill-mannered; it just happens. To the contrary, Alice has quite the motherly side, especially for members of the Order. She may not always like everyone, but she always cares about their well being. She has a take charge, can do all attitude, holds the people she trusts to a high standard. Alice is phenomenal at building you up, convincing you of your talents, and stroking your ego. But she can also tear you down with that razor sharp tongue of hers just as well. Loquacious to a fault, those close to her (and PARTICULARLY those who were on the quidditch team back when she was captain) are familiar with her Alice Speeches. But as high the expectations she has of others, the weight she puts on herself is far greater. She feels the need to be strong and sturdy and for that reason she often smothers her fears and anxieties beneath flippancy and humor and dragging them out of her is damn near impossible. In the long run, despite the fact that her suspicious nature, her pessimism, her sarcasm, and her vindictive tendencies all reveal her as a decided cynic, Alice firmly believes that there is good in the world and people and there remains things to be salvaged even among the grimmest situations. History. SHE DON'T GIVE ME ANYTHING TO BREATH ABOUT SHE'S NOT SOMEONE I WANNA BREATH WITHOUT. CHILDHOOD: When one considers the norm in pureblood circles, there was nothing particularly spectacular about her parents' marriage. At an appropriate age, Hector Max had selected Horatia Talkalot from among a small army of prospective brides, each of more impressive lineage (and cup size) than the last. In the end, he chose Horatia because she was pretty enough for their Christmas Cards and smart enough that he only had to drown her voice out with alcohol half the time, as opposed to constantly. The couple's first child would be born five years into their marriage, approximately one month shy of her nine month gestation. Alice came into the world as a healthy, although slightly underweight, infant with a dusting of thin, flaxen hair and big hazel eyes just like her mother's. When she was approximately three years old her birth was followed by that of a younger brother, who caught her parents off guard in a different way than Alice had. Ulysses joined their household on a mid-winter day, completing a family of four that was so neat it almost made you want to roll your eyes--Father. Mother. Daughter. Son. Picture perfect. The flawless image of the ordinary, cliche nuclear family. Well...you know, except for the magic. Which Alice showed glimmers of quite early on. She was a clever and talented toddler, with a remarkable steep learning curve. But more than she was naturally gifted Alice was an ingenious child. Her paper airplanes were miracles of childhood engineering; her musical compositions as charming as they were precocious. Sure, she was utter shit at fingerpainting and although she was slightly obsessed with unicorns she showed a mature intelligence. Much was made of her impractical obsession with the equine race, actually, but try as they could, neither the nannies nor her tutors could not break her of it, particularly after Alice realized the threat to her toys. She was nine at this point, and was as attached to the little model unicorns that had been accumulated through birthdays and Christmas. Thus, when the three of her instructors attempted to abduct her miniature models, they tripped a rudimentary booby-trap and found themselves covered in what could only be called…cow lube. It had been rigged to the ceiling in a bucket—so simple it was ingenious. To be fair, Alice had no idea what lube was exactly, but it was the most disgusting thing on which she could get her hands and limited funds at such short notice of the Impending Unicorn Abduction. The Unicorn Incident, as it became known, was indicative of Alice's behavior throughout her childhood: she started out well behaved, but was painfully stubborn and did not take easily to correction. But despite this rather grievous rebellion, Alice was over all an untroublesome, if independent child. Well, untroublesome except in her interactions with her little brother. There, her puckish behavior seemed to be a constant. Her parents remember it starting with a six year old Alice releasing her secretly aquired pet tarantula into the playpen of a three year old Ulysses, unfortunately discovered by a quick-to-panic Horatia who'd invoke her young daughter's week long silent treatment for casting incindio on her first ever pet. Although when questioned, Alice stated that her intention had been to share her beloved pet with her little brother, her parents couldn't figure out whether she was being sincere or deceptive. And, really? It was anyone's guess, as Alice and Ulysses seemed to alternately display both signs of extreme affection and downright violent antagonism towards each other. Really, all the fighting and squabbling was just the result of standard infantile stupidity and ordinary sibling warfare, but for Hector who had grown up without any siblings, seeing Alice chasing after her little brother with a hammer almost gave him a heart attack. It was something of a relief, thus, when Alice's Hogwarts letter arrived. HOGWARTS: Despite her parents' harboring hopes that she'd be placed in Slytherin (though her father acknowledged Ravenclaw as an acceptable sustitute and most likely given her ingenuity), Alice was promptly placed by sorting hat into Gryffindor. It would be a defining decision. Gryffindor was everything that Slytherin was not. Laid back, accepting, open, full of introductions to new people and most importantly people not formed from long and old bloodlines. And being in Gryffindor hat a notable impact on that mercurial streak of Alice's that lay beneath her well behaved responsibility. Certainly she displayed all the qualities of a good student: she turned her work in promptly and well done, payed attention in class, was respectful of But on the other end of the spectrum, her record for punishment was long an very involved. By the time her schooling finished she'd written I must not hex students, even though I think they deserve it about ten thousand times, had completed about a dozen essays detailing why people are entitled to their own opinions (the first one occuring in third year after she set a girl's hair on fire with the explanation that "she was preaching against women's rights"), had several galleons worth of firewhisky confiscated, polished hundreds of trophies as punishment for punching someone in the mouth, and been excluded from a Hogsmeade trip for harrassing the Slytherin common room portrait for the passwod and then redecorating it in Gryffindor colors. And then, of course, there were all those 'I will conduct myself in a lady-like fashion' essays she had to write in the latter half of her Hogwarts career whenever she got caught 'acting inappropriately' in the library shelves with Frank Longbottom. It was obvious by her third year that Alice's opinions had developed very differently from her parents'. And from her brother's for that matter, who was sorted into Slytherin upon his own enrollment in Hogwarts, three years after Alice. She became close friends with halfblood and muggleborn students and became aware of the problematic attitudes towards such individuals when she watched her parents' and brother's faces twist in dismay at the news of her associations. Although Alice tried not to let it show on the surface the sight of their expressions troubled her deeply--and still does. Seven years passed and her AFTER HOGWARTS: Auror training fit well into Alice's life. She had energy to spare, ideals to defend, the arena to exercise her desire to be strong for people, and most important she had Frank. And their wedding in the spring of 1974 promised she'd have him forever. Her parents sat in the front row and looked relieved by her choice of husband. Alice was glad they approved of Frank, but that old disturbia arose when realized it was for all the wrong reasons. All the same, it didn't dampen her wedding day, or the life that she and Frank settled into: full fledged aurors and a home in Surrey. It was a perfect life, if not for the undercurrent of war taking place, she and her husband fighting on two fronts both as aurors and as members of the Order. As hardcore purists labelled them as 'blood traitors' Alice grew distant from her family, particularly her younger brother and her cousin, the bulk of contact taking the form of weekly owls that Alice would send them glibly extolling the stupidity of blood purism and mocking hatred of muggles; ("I have slogan suggestions for you! How about Purebloods own my ass? Muggles are the equivilent of wizard aids? Obssessive idiots? Let me know! I have more. -Love, your sister") Daily life got notably more complicated come 1980, the death of Voldemort, and her and Frank's outting as members of the 'vigilante' Order. But Alice doesn't regret it in the least. She's an Order memeber, OUT AND PROUD. And determined to smother the infection of the Death Eaters, before it can poison her family. Just For Fun. HEAD OVER HEELS, HEART OVER ODDS FIVE THINGS. (1) FIN MADE ME!! Can I use that reason again? No? Okay, well then because Jadis wants a character in EVERY group. I need and Order bb, alright!? Alright!? Don't judge me. (2) Purebloods who aren't purists! Alice want's you to know they aren't all crazy fanatics even though she inadvertantly carried on the pureblood line by marrying another pureblood. That being said, Alice is NOT of the opinion that all muggles are wonderful and sweet and they should throw away the wizarding world/muggle world division. She firmly believes it's there for a reason and that muggles CAN be a threat to wizarding society. Kill them all, though? No. That idea needs to be shut DOWN. YOU'RE MAKING US PUREBLOODS LOOK BAD DEs, DAMN. (3) Alice writes obnoxious letters to her little brother and cousin Lucinda. They're both of the purist mindset and she hates that. Her biggest fear is that they might join the Death Eater regime and stamping out the DEs out before that can happen is a major part of Alice's motivation. (4) Frank & Alice are like a good-guy Bonnie & Clyde man! Seriously THEY ARE SO RIDE OR DIE! I want to dedicate Tupac songs and cop movies to them and imagine epic scenes of them holding hands as they stroll away from explosions WITHOUT LOOKING BACK BECAUSE COOL GAIS DONT LOOK AT EXPLOSIONS KAY. (5) The Order needs more skeptical, suspicious people. Unless you've been her comrade for a while and she knows you well, ALICE HAS HER EYE ON YOU. And she's not trusting you as far as she can damn well throw you until you prove yourself. And really, just more organization in general. She's going to whip all your reckless btches into shape kay. She has punishments for reckless and foolhardy behavior OYES. And you can be all HAY ALICE U DO RECKLESS THINGS SOMETIMES. No, no children. It just SEEMS that way. Also? It's alright for me, cuz I make this shit look good. STRANDED An Owl; even if she were stranded on an island, she'd still keep sending those letters to Ulysses and Lucinda. Life Time Supply of Bubblegum; it's an addiction and she would go through withdrawl symptoms and start like...chewing on trees or sand or something otherwise. A Mechanical Bull; she discovered them in Louisiana and she'd totally want one of those fckers on the island--if it was in a cowboy themed bar that would be an added bonus but hey!she's not gonna be picky here. If she had to pick one person to be stranded with, it would undoubtedly be Frank. He's her husband, her partner, her best friend, and has been for years. Personal hell? Make the island a hospital ward run by Death Eaters. I wish I had words for the level of HOLY FUCKING SHIT DNW this makes her feel. |