BUTLER, mackenzie madison

[mackenzie]

Nickname: Sarah
How You Found Us: An Ad on another site
Contact Via: PM on here

What can be found in a name:
Mackenzie Madison Butler
When the day I was born:
18/08/1960
The Angels screamed:
Charlotte Butler/McCoy - Muggle - Mother
Will Butler - Muggle - Father
And Hell shut its doors:
American Foxhound named Parker after Bonnie Parker in Bonnie and Clyde
An owl named Farrow, after Jacy Farrow in The Last Picture Show
While creatures retreated:
Muggle born
To depths unknown:
Ravenclaw

I hide from them:
Clothes shops
Ravenclaw Common room
Her bedroom
Be who they want to see:
hair»» My hair's kind of an Auburn color, it's quite wavy but sometimes I wear it straight, it's more red in some lights and more brown in others
body type»» I'm 5'6, which is an okay height I guess, I kind of wish I was a bit taller, I'm 128 pounds, which is kind of light for my height, but it's pretty normal seeing as I go jogging every day and I'm a pretty picky eater. I'm fairly lean but I have kind of an athletic build I guess, but my waist is absolutle tiny but so are my hips, I'm not very curvy but I don't care, I like how I look.
distinguishing features»» my skin is really pale which I get from my mom.

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:

[/li][li] Vain "So what? I'm pretty, I know it and so does everyone else, why should I be shy about it?"
[/li][li] Loyal "I may not be the greatest at making friends, but when I do, if you try to mess with my friends, you will regret it."
[/li][li] Stubborn "I'm always right, even when I'm wrong, I'm still right."
[/li][li] Self-Centered "I look after myself and unless you're a really good friend of mine and we're really close, I just don't really care about your problems "
[/li][li] Perfectionist "It's not that I'm OCD or anything, I just think everything should be a certain way, perfect. I catagorize my books alphabetically, my clothes by color, things like that."
full personality»» Well, like I've already said, I'm a little vain, okay so maybe a lot vain, but seriously, why shouldn't I be, I love how I look, I have gorgeous hair, brilliant eyes and a perfect figure and I have no problem admitting that, I tend to obsess over how I look sometimes, but that's just the perfectionist part of me. All my clothes have to go together and be comepletely clean and they can't have any creases or anything. And my hair has to be just right, not flat, not curly, just wavy and not frizzy like a bush, it has to be completely perfect, same with my make up.
I also always have to be right, seriously, just don't argue with me, I don't care if I'm wrong, I'm still right, so don't contradict me, I hate when people contradict me. I'm good at making a point too, and talking my way out of things, like if I've just gotten into trouble, I have this uncanny ability to distract whoever I'm in trouble with and get them to completely forget about whatever punishment I was about to get.
I'm a daddy's girl and damn proud, I love my dad, he's amazing and sweet and gives me anything I want. I wouldn't exactly say I'm spoiled, I'm just priveleged. I mean both my parents come from money so that's never been a problem and it probably never will be. Some people say I'm high maintenance, but that's not true, I just know what I want and I like getting what I want. Mom says I'm too bossy too but that's not true either, like I said, I just know what I want and I'll do what I have to to get it.
I'm pretty smart, obviously or else I wouldn't be in Ravenclaw. When I went to muggle schools I always did brilliantly and I always do well in exams, but I do kind of struggle with some subjects at Hogwarts, because the muggle part in the back of my brain goes, 'No, that's not possible, they're lying' but I work through that easily enough. I'm fairly witty and I always have a comeback. I'm a flirt too, I love boys, I'm not too much of a dater but it's just so fun to torture them. I'm quite dramatic, which isn't really a bad thing seeing as I'm an actress, or at least I will be soon.
This soulless being:
- Acting
- Music
- Jogging
- Dancing
- Movies
- The beach
- Singing along with the radio
- Her reflection
- Shopping
- America
Is just as lost:
- England
- Her mother
- Feeling fat
- Lazy people
- ENGLAND!
- Not getting what she wants
- Wizards robes
- Lectures
- People who wear too much make up
- Quidditch
As everyone else:
- Lying
- Getting what she wants
- Flirting
- Loyalty
- Talking her way out of trouble
In a world that knows only hate:
- Boys
- DADA
- Her claustraphobia
- Transfiguration
- Is very vain
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
-Is OCD
-Is Claustraphobic
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They left me to die:
Grandmother - Elizabeth McCoy (deceased)
Grandfather - Jonathon McCoy (deceased)
On a bed of roses:
Grandmother - Delilah Butler
Grandfather - Seth Butler
Blood seeping through:
No one but her mother knows that Mackenzie is a witch
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
My parents met at a wedding in Carolina, my mom's best friend was the bride, a woman she had gone to boarding school with in London, who had moved there two years beforehand, mom was the maid of honor. My dad was a friend of the groom, they were both in the military, he always told me that he had been sitting in the church and when he saw mom walk down the aisle, ahead of the bride, he knew that he was in love. He said she walked with such elegance and grace and looked so out of place with her jet black hair and pale white skin that he couldn't help but just stare at her. They got to know each other at the reception and dad loved her posh English Accent and Mom loved his adorable Southern Accent.

They fell in love quickly and when it came time for Mom to go back to England, when they had only known each other for a month, Dad proposed, desperate for her to stay. They got married, and although it was rushed, neither of theur families minded, seeing as Dad came from old Southern money and Mom came from a very wealthy British family, so it was obvious neither of them were gold diggers. Two years after they married, Mom's parents died and she inherited everything from their mansion in London to the buildings and apartments they owned to all of their money and her fathers very successful companies. A year later, I was born. Dad was a high ranking military officer so we were always moving.

We lived in New Jersey until I was two, then a year in San Diego, then a year in New York, then two in Seattle, then we moved to Washington for six months, Arizona for a year, then Colorado, then to California, which I must say if the most awesome place ever! The sun, the sand, the ocean. I loved it,and we lived there until two months before my Eleventh birthday. Anyways, as I was growing up all over the country, I was giving everything that I ever asked for, Dance lessons, singing lessons, acting lessons, a puppy, a cat, (That got run over by a car when I was eight) , a guitar (That I broke), A piano (That I surprisingly didn't break and am quite good at), you name it, I got it. As well as that, no matter where we lived, my parents always sent me to the best school available, like I've said before, money was never an problem. I was never that great at making friends and sometimes I just didn't bother, I knew I'd be moving on soon enough anyhow.

Things started going downhill after I turned ten. Dad seemed to be around less and less, which put me into a bad mood, I liked Daddy better, he was kinder to me, and never shouted like Mom sometimes did. The more he was away, the more frustrated Mom got and whenever he was around, all they ever did was fight. They fought about everything, about money, about how much he worked, about me sometimes too, they thought I couldn't hear because they always sent me to my room before they did, but I heard every word. As I heard these fights, I formed one opinion in my mind, it was all my mothers fault, she was the one who always started these fights, she was the one who snapped at me when I asked about them, it was all her fault. Then two months before I turned eleven, Mom decided to tear our family apart and leave, go back to England to live in her fancy mansion. And the worst part was, she took me with her. I screamed and shouted and protested of course, I wanted to stay with Daddy, but none of it seemed to make a difference.

Dad said it was better for me to go with mom since he was always working and with her I'd get a stable home, where I wouldn't have to move all the time, I begged him to let me stay, but I was still sent off on a plane to horrible dreary old dreadful England, to live in her empty mansion in London.I hated it there and never made any effort to like it, I made it very clear that what she had done had ruined my life and I would never forgive her. She did everything she could to tryand make peace but I simply refused to be civil. Then, a month before my birthday, some one showed upon our doorstep claiming to be from the Ministry of Magic. Mom, of course thought he was a loony bird and tried to slam the door in his face, but he argued that if she let him inside for just a few minutes, then, against her better judgement, Mom let him in and he did in fact turn out to be from the Ministry of Magic. And he was there because apparently, I was a witch.

I laughed at first, saying there was no such thing and even if there were, hpw could I be one, he explained to us the concept of muggle borns, magical people who came from a non magical background. Mom kind of went into shock, and although she didn't faint or anything, she could just about reply with curt one word answers. The Ministry official explained to us about Hogwarts and all the other witches and wizards who went there, then he gave me my Hogwarts letter and left, saying he would be back in a week to take us to get my school things. When he left mum seemed to snap out of her shock and turned to beam at me, she obviously hoped this was something we could bond over and I would stop being mad at her. She said that that this was brilliant and that I was such a very special little girl. I went bezerk, I screamed at her that it wasn't brilliant that I was a freak, and that Daddy would understand, then stormed to my room, which was still full of boxes that I had refused to unpack, and slammed the door. The next day, I wrote a letter to Daddy, telling him everything that had happened. Then a week later, the ministry official showed up again to bring us to Diagon Alley.

I won't describe Diagon Alley to you, as I'm sure you already knowwhat it looks like, and what people feel when they go there for the first time, however, I had forced myself not enjoy it, I didn't want to be a witch, I wanted to be a normal person and go to a normal school, like everyone else. After we got my school things and my new owl, Farrow, we went back home and mum tried to get me excited for Hogwarts, amking up all kinds of stories about how she thought it would be. I ignored her and after dinner went straight to my room. Our days continued like this until the end of the Summer, other than for meals, I rarely left my room, and my only real company was Farrow who was a tiny little ball of brown feathers and whom I had grown to love, despite the reason why I had her and Parker, my dog, who despite being a hunting dog was very lazy and mellow and didn't seem to acknowledge Farrow much at all. Even on my birthday, when Mom bought me loads of presents and prepared a huge Birthday feast for me, I still barely spoke to her. Three weeks after I hsd sent the letter to Dad, he sent one back telling me that he knew I misse him but making up stories was not a good way to get his attention. No matter how much I told him what I said was true, he never believed me, and eventually I gave up, seeing that this was just making him angry.

When the day came for me to go to Hogwarts, mum was all teary eyes and emotional, while I was partly annoyed and partly scared. I had never been anywhere without either Mom or Daddy with me, and even if I was still mad at Mom, the thought of leaving her and going off on my own was terrifying. I even gave her a hug before I got on the train, something I hadn't done since we had come to England. My first year at Hogwarts was, to say the least, an unforgettable experience, I was sorted into Ravenclaw, and did quite well in my classes, and by the end of the year, I had accepted that I was a witch and there was nothing I could do to change that fact and I began letting myself enjoy it. My years continued like this and by the time I was in third year, I absolutely loved magic! And I had even formed a kind of a truce with my mom, though I still brought up the whole,' you wrecked my life, I miss California, I hate you' thing from time to time. Anyways, fourth year was fine and so far I don't hate fifth year

Mackenzie Butler hated the library, yes, this was an odd thing for a Ravenclaw to say, but it was true, the place was horrible. The books she needed were always too high up, everything always fell, you had to be absolutely silent and it took you bleeding ages to find anything! And when you did find it, it was dusty and disgusting and always way too heavy, or someone else had already taken it out.

Because of these reasons, Mackenzie did most of her homework in the Common Room or her dorm and avoided going to the library when it wasn't absolutely necessary, so when Flitwick had given them a long and boring essay to write that required them to go to the library, she had obviously been annoyed, even more so when she couldn't find what she needed and had to stay there for even longer, but her annoyance reached it's peak when a pile of books came crashing down next to her and several landed on her feet.

She just about managed to mute a shout of pain, knowing that if she made noise she would be kicked out of the library and have to come to come back again the next day. Her eyes widened as she clenched her jaw and carefully pulled her throbbing foot out from underneath the heavy pile of books and turned to glare at the person who had knocked the books and came face to face with Lily Evans, this did not improve her mood

She did not like Lily Evans, the girl was too perfect. She was sweet and got along with everybody, which was kind of annoying in Mackenzie's opinion, she always beat Mackenzie in exams and she was far too pretty for her liking. Mackenzie did not like competition, especially competition that dropped a pile of heavy books on her foot. "What kind of an idiot are you?!" She hissed angrilly as she hobbled over to a chair and sat down, bringing her now red foot up and rubbing it.

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[iDorcy]

Okay, your app has been left like this for a few days now and you've been on a lot sooo am guessing you think you're done or you're not and you've just been busy and unable to complete it.

I need you to change the topic title so that her first and middle name are all lower case and We need an RP sample riiiight at the bottom.
Apart from those two things Mackenzie seems brilliant!

[mackenzie]

Finished it! Sorry I took so long!

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