SKEETER, rita waynita

[gossip]

Nickname:Dorcy
How You Found Us:Magic
Contact Via: PM

What can be found in a name:
Rita Waynita Skeeter
When the day I was born:
14//02//1960
The Angels screamed:
breckin && charity skeeter
And Hell shut its doors:
f|h|7th||skeeter, ____ ____.
While creatures retreated:
cat named muffin
To depths unknown:
Pure

I hide from them:
where ever juicy gossip is going down
Be who they want to see:
Rita has a very defined look from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She's always as stylish as can be and takes immaculate care of her body and hair. Her hair is blonde and curly though occasionally she liked to straighten it and get all the kinks out. She's dyed her hair a few times but always goes back to her natural colour of blonde, though she does make it brighter than is natural, blonde just suits her long, tanned face more than anything else she's tried.

Being the typical blonde haired, blue eyed bimbo occasionally gets Rita what she wants, she plays on her looks and tries to get what she wants from guys that way. She has stunningly long eyelashes and sparkling blue eyes that stand out a mile. She has quite a point to her nose and pouty lips to die for. She's perfect in her opinion though some might say she's slutty in appearance.

Rita is marginally underweight but is toned. She does a lot of running and keeps track of everything she eats, she believes she has to look good otherwise, no one will read her gossip page that she's really very proud of.

Physically, Rita is small and weak, she doesn't hold a lot of strength but she's sneaky and good with a wand, able to transform herself into a small beetle, illegally of course.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Rita has a gossip page and in order to keep that gossip page going she needs to get the dish on everyone she can, only not everyone is willing to divulge information as willingly as she is to take it, so Rita has learnt to be sneaky, transforming herself into a beetle to follow people and get the scoops she desperately desires to make her page better than ever.

Rita stops at nothing to get a good scoop and sometimes, that gets her into a lot of trouble. She doesn't have very many friends out side of Slytherin because she has, at one point or another, written about them in a less than positive manner, but it doesn't matter what kind of shit she gets, as long as she has a wand, this feisty girl is able to defend herself and then write something about the horrid people that are out to get her. Media is a big part in her life.

Running and writing a gossip page isn't as easy as some may think, it takes Rita a lot of time to decide what goes in and what doesn't. She doesn't care if two people are having a game of Quidditch, though if it's two people, having a game of quidditch and then falling out and getting into one hell of a fight, well then that makes good news, but anything slightly interesting that doesn't make it to her page, gets spread around the school, if she thinks it's worthy enough, there's nothing like a bit of one on one gossiping to cheer a girl up after a hard day.

Being a Slytherin as well as a sneaky, gossiping bitch, means that Rita has a lot of influence from the people around her, she's surrounded by friends in her own house that are prejudice against half bloods, mud bloods and so on, and Rita herself is the same, though she tries to keep it out of her gossip page, she does tend to target those of lesser blood than her own, but what more could one expect from a Slytherin really?
This soulless being:
Gossiping
Bitching
Being Mean
Spreading Rumours
Pumpkin Pie
Is just as lost:
Disgusting smells
Half bloods and Mud bloods
Sticky things
Not knowing gossip
Not getting the reaction she likes to what she classes as good gossip
As everyone else:
Gossiping
Talking
Writing her gossip page
Ruining lives
Transfiguration
In a world that knows only hate:
Physical fighting
Defence Against The Dark Arts
Pumpkin Pie
Attending lessons' when there's something about to happen
Flying
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Hates her sister
Sometimes gets tired of all the abuse she gets from her gossiping

They left me to die:
Deceased
On a bed of roses:
Two uncles, one aunt through marriage, three cousins (Two boys one girl)
Blood seeping through:
One of her uncles is a squib, the one that is not married that is.
The satin sheets of fame:
Very well off but not insanely rich
What a bitter story of love:
RIta Skeeter was born the second child of Breckin and Charity Skeeter, a pure blood family going back over nine generations. She had an older sister but never really talked much with her, RIta was more interested in observing and pretending to write things about her family ever since she could pick up a quill and dip it in ink.

The Skeeter home was covered with ink stains, from ceiling to floor there was a colourful splodge somewhere. Growing up, Rita learned to be more careful with her quill and ink and learnt to respect it, she wrote short stories based on her life and that of her family but longed to write about more current and up to date things about other people.

When she got to Hogwarts, two years after her sister, Rita was made a Slytherin, unlike her older sister whom was a Hufflepuff. It was then Rita become mesmerised by the goings ons of so many lives, that she decided to write everything down in a diary, and even things that happened with other people. Soon she put forward a gossip column and from there, it grew into a gossip page at the end of her fourth year thanks to it's many readers through the school, though of course, everyone got burnt once in a while.

Rita had to face a lot of criticism from those that she'd written about, but the blonde bombshell rarely paid attention and tried to never take it to heart, occasionally it got the better of her and she would stay in her dorm for a few days, but she would always come out, refreshed and ready to face another day and to gossip some more. If it weren't for her gossiping, Rita wouldn't have anything to do and she wouldn't be so far advanced in transfiguration, though just because she was a self taught animagus, didn't mean she was good in classes.

Rita currently spends most her time writing in her dorm or spying on people around the castle, hidden in her animagus form of a beetle. She hopes that whatever happens, she sees it through Hogwarts and becomes a writer for the Daily Prophet. She knows she has great potential and can't wait to show herself to the world.

Rita sat alone up in her dorm room, writing about the big fight she'd witnessed that day between Dorcas Meadowes and Adrian Nott. They were both two years ahead of her and in the same house, but that wouldn't stop her gossiping about them, nothing would stop Rita. It was something she was passionate about and keen to make a living out of once she graduated Hogwarts and faced the big world alone, though she knew she'd always have her parents to back her up with money if she were ever to need it, she was their baby after all.

Once she'd finished recording the fight in her diary, she closed it up, locked it and hid it in its usual place. Not a soul would ever find it and it would stay that way because not only did that diary contain all her gossip, but it also contained all her feelings about people. People she liked and people she hated and even, the one person she actually had a bit of a crush on, though she knew she could never get involved with anyone in a relationship, she wasn't reliable enough and well, not liked enough really.

Heading down to the common room, Rita played with her hair a little, getting the curls to really bounce tonight, she was hoping to get the attention of a certain someone, though she knew he'd probably urn up to the party with another girl, none the less, Rita looked her best, as she always did when she went out in public.

Walking through the dungeons, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and echoing around her, Rita heard a noise up ahead. "Hello?" She called out, but no one answered, she furrowed her brow and stopped walking. This was just creepy. She hated being in the dungeons alone because it was so dark, but when there was a horrid noise up ahead? That was even worse, but deciding she couldn't be such a sissy, Rita continued on her way.

Before she knew it, Rita felt a cold splash, cover her body. She instinctively stopped and shut her eyes tight shut. Someone had dumped a liquid of some kind over hair and it smelt a lot like paint. Her dress was going to be ruined, her hair destroyed and her make up, Merlin she ws going to look like a clown! She wiped the paint out of her eyes just in time to see two figures turning the corridor corner up ahead. Great, just fucking great. Quietly, Rita started to cry, slumping against the wall and sliding down it. Brilliant. Her life was ruined.

[.going down in flames.]