Helms, Kacie Marie

[``the sorting hat]

KACIE MARIE HELMS,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : kacie marie helms.
( NICKNAMES ) : kae ; short for kacie, Helms ; surname
( SEX ) : female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : muggleborn.
( AGE & DOB ) : 17. september 4, 1960
( YEAR ) : sixth
( HOUSE ) : slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : order member
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual.
( PassWORD ) : -Admin Edit-
( WAND ) : 11', unicorn hair, mahogony. excellent for transfiguration.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :
-Chocolate
-Boys
-Gryffindors
-Muggleborns
-Dumbledore
-The Order
-Potions
-DADA
-Transfiguration
( DISLIKES ) :
-Voldemort
-Pureblood Mania
-Most of her housemates
-Being a Slytherin
-People who judge her before they know her
-A world without chocolate
-Divination
-Death Eaters
-Isolation
( STRENGTHS ) :
-Potions
-DADA
-Transfiguration
-Her natural charm
-Drawing
-Writing
-Singing
( WEAKNESSES ) :
-Naive
-Chocolate
-Boys
-Divination
-Blunt
-Marijuana
-A chance to escape
( RIDDIKULUS! ) :
-Emptiness
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :
-Discovering she was a witch and meeting Albus Dumbledore
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
-Her father's bloodshot eyes as he threw an empty bottel of Jack Daniels at her.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
-To love and be loved
( PET PEEVES ) :
-Arrogant People
-Snobs
-Purblooe Mania
( KEYWORDS ) :
first word - Blunt
She completely describes the Slytherin persona in this aspect. If someone cares to know her opinion, she will give it to you truthfully, whether it hurts your feelings or not. She believes that honesty and straight-to-the-point answers are the best way to handle a situation. On occasion there are several people that truly appreciate her view on things, while others can see her as rude and uncaring.
second word - Shy
She prefers solitude over anything, as she does not get along well with anyone in her house, and no one outside it tends to assosiate themselves with a Slytherin. However, when one gets to know her and become her friend, they can truthfully say that she is the most talkative person they have ever met.
third word - Traitor
If there was one word that any other Slytherin in her house would call her if they discovered her blood lineage, or her allegience in the war, it would be traitor. She is a faithful Order member, and relies any information that can help the battle to Dumbledore in secret.
fourth word - Misunderstood
Believe me, she is a VERY misunderstood individual. She had never wanted to be sorted into Slytherin. She had only been sorted into it because it was her favorite color, as the Sorting Hat said. She had begged Dumbledore to make her change houses as soon as she realized how horrid it was, but he was unable to do so. Instead, he convinced her to "help the greater good" by being a spy. Others see her in many different lights, no one understanding and knowing the REAL Kacie. If everyone just took the time to look, they would see just how misunderstood she really is.
fifth word - Dedicated
She is a very dedicated person. She is loyal to her friends and those that seem to care for her. She is a very studious person, and is commited to the world of Quidditch. It takes a lot to make her give up on something, and on the small occasion that it does, she is determined not to deal with it ever again.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Kacie has long, brown hair, who some say they are envious of, for she can wear it either curly or straight. It is often worn in an untidy bun, but lately, she had made it a habit to wear her hair down.

( EYES ) : Her eyes are described as a pale forest green. They are perceptive and all-knowing in their gaze. A friend of hers once said that her piercing eyes could rival that of Dumbledore's in their perceptiveness.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : She stands at about 5'6, weighing around 137 pounds. She is very lean and fit, almost as strong as any male Quidditch player in her house, and often challenges them to a one-on-one match when they try to say that a "boy is stronger than any girl in all aspects".
( ATTIRE ) : Kacie's dress style would be considered somewhat strange by the Wizarding community. Instead of wearing cloaks and robes like most witches and wizards her age, she insists on dressing in the Muggle fashion. It's much more comfortable and easier to clean. Her most comfortable of outfits would have to be a pair of simple blue jeans, converse, and a loose fitting t-shirt. On occasion, she wears a part of the school uniform. A white button up blouse, a skirt, and a green and silver tie, along with her house's prefect badge that always gleams on her chest.
( SUMMARY ) :
-Admin Edit-
Description is written above.
( PLAY-BY ) : Ellen Page

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : Dawn Rae Helms - 43 - Beautician
Ricky Alfred Helms - 40 - Construction Worker ; Deceased
( SIBLINGS ) :
Matthew Thomas Wyatt Helms - 15 - Muggle
( OTHERS ) : None
( HISTORY ) :
She was born on an unnaturally cool day, when summer just begins to embrace the arrival of fall, on September 4, 1960. Unfortunately, it was not to a happy home. Her mother was a struggling Beautician, while her father was a construction worker, wasting away his paycheck for the closest bottle of alchohol he could find. Neither her mother or father had ever cared for her, let alone her younger brother, born merely a year after her. He had taken to striking his wife and children while they were at an early age, shouting at regular intervals that they were not worthy of such a fine place, that they were spoiled, ungreatful children. It wasn't until the arrival of an old man in strange clothes that things began to change.

His name was Albus Dumbledore, and he was the kindest looking man she had ever seen in her years. He had given her a letter, and offered to help her get her things together for school. That was the day she discovered she was a witch.

Upon her arrival to Hogwarts, she was the most excited child yet. She was sad to leave her brother behind with her parents, but she was ecstatic at the thought of being away from them for almost an entire year! No more hurtful words, no more daily bruises to hide from the teachers. Everything was going to be perfect. That was, until the hat was placed upon her head. "Slytherin!" It cried. The students gathered about a table covered in green awaited her, and she was glad that the house held her favorite colors, though disappointed to find their animal to be a snake. She learned quickly that the house was not as lovely as it seemed, and she had approached Dumbledore in hopes of changing her house. He was unable to grant her wish, however he did offer an alternative: she could help him in the fight against the Dark Lord. She gladly took the chance, not realizing how hard it would be to keep the promise.

The years went by and they went lonesomely. Her brother remained a Muggle, while she grew ever more skilled in the art of magic. She became one of the brightest students of her year, an excellent Quidditch player, and had even learned how to master the art of becoming an animagus. She takes form of a snow white wolf, and she finds herself enjoying long runs in the Forbidden Forest on occasion. She is a prefect in her sixth year now, and as far as she's concerned, her weaknesses and her strengths colide as the reality of the outside world begins to form around her. No longer entirely obsessed with boys and school, she dedicates herself to the fight against Voldemort, relying any information she gains to Dumbledore. She only hopes that it doesn't blow up in her face in the end...

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( ALIAS ) : I'm the admin, call me Lily
( AGE ) : 16
( EXPERIENCE ) : 3+ years
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM me or the admin account
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : I made the site
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :
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James laughed at her light-hearted threat, a giant grin spreading across his face. His eyes shown with irrepressible happiness and mirth, and Lily found herself smiling in response. She knew it was too good to last, and that made her all the more disappointed. After a moment, she pushed the thought away, his voice drowning out what her mind was screaming to her the entire time. “That sounds fine to me. uh...do we have to specify patrolling times or anything like that? How often do we have to do it?” The way he said it made Lily think that the idea of him traveling the corridors after hours at night for anything other than late-night pranks and escapades was less than appealing to him. She sighed, “Well, the Prefects travel in twos when patrolling, in case someone decides to try and hex them or anything, and we patrol at least twice a week, considering the small number....” She was babbling now, explaining almost everything about Prefect duties to James. She shook her head, “I'm sorry,” she apologized, “I'm talking about the subject far too much. I'll let Remus explain the rest to you later.”

“Could be worse,” he replied, his tone cold, cruel. Lily almost cringed at the harshness of his words. As soon as what he said had truly registered into her thoughts, she turned on him. “Oh, yes, it most definitely could be worse,” she replied sarcastically. “I could be a pompous ass who's parents answer to his every whim. I could be given everything I could ever want at the drop of the hat, the most popular person in the entire school. I could live in an actual home, with an actual family, with someone that actually cares whether I live or die, and have members of the opposite sex worship the ground I walk on as I hex whoever the bloody hell I want. Yes, Potter, I can see how my life could be worse!” How dare he?!?! He didn't even know her! He had no right to say such a cruel thing. Unable to stop herself, she went on, “I've been living in the bloody Leaky Cauldron for two years! I came from a family that had hardly any money at all, my sister threw me out of the house as soon as my parents....as soon as my parents died. I have to put up with perverted old men, with Pureblood, Death Eater scum....and you have everything. You have people that care for you, friends and family and a future set in stone. You have the perfect life. You have no right to tell me that things could be worse, James Potter.”

Lily bit her lower lip as she considered what she had just said. She hadn't told anyone as much as she had just told James. No one knew of her living in the Leaky Cauldron except for the customers, and the minors rarely ever entered the pub. Everyone under age that entered the place was unrecognizable to Lily, and on that front, she was lucky. She didn't want people to know of her state, of where she lived, let alone what she did in order to get by. She looked away from Potter, not willing to look into his eyes. “Just forget that last part,” she muttered. “It's none of your concern.” What she meant to say was “It's none of your business,” but she didn't want to be rude. She was angry with herself for releasing so much information. He would most likely react the same way that her Muggle friends had, and she didn't want his comfort, let alone his pity. She'd rather he treat her as horridly as her sister did on a regular basis – when they saw each other – than to see him feeling sorry for her.

She heard him sigh, and turned to face him once more. “Actually, I don't know that it can. I shouldn't have said that.” He met her gaze, his hazel eyes filled with a sincerity and guilt that made her regret every ill word that she had ever said to him. “In the process of trying not to piss you off I seem to be doing the exact opposite so maybe we should just get to those schedules and I'll leave.” Now it was Lily's turn to sigh, struggling to keep her expression composed and succeeding momentarily. “I don't want you to leave, James,” she admitted, “I just want you to stop being such an arrogant prat long enough for us to have a civil conversation.” She rubbed her hand against her closed eyes, forcing herself to push away her horrid temper for long enough to explain her opinion to him. “I'm willing to try and forget the past several years for now. I'm....I'm tired of being angry all the time. It's not healthy. And....I'm ready to move on. I'm not going to let the events of the past three years dictate the rest of my life.”

Lily's jaw clenched. Damn it, when was she going to learn to keep her mouth shut around him? She shouldn't find so much comfort in venting her emotions out to him, her thoughts. The last person she had ever really opened up to like this was Severus in Fifth Year, the day before the incident at the lake. And it had been about such an inconsequential thing. James was the first person in almost two years that she had truly talked to. When it came to everyone else, she merely talked about unimportant things. Whether or not she had studied for the Potions test, how she did on her O.W.L.s, and so on. She had disentangled herself from the crowd, hidden herself away in a careless and carefully composed mask. The only thing that crossed her mind was school, and if she allowed herself to think about anything else, she would find the nearest professor and ask about upcoming lessons and extra credit projects. But now....she found herself longing for companionship, and she understood nothing of this want, of this need. She only knew that she needed someone in her life, whether it be a friend that she probably wouldn't keep come their graduation from Hogwarts, or a kindred spirit.

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