MEADOWES, dorcas renata

[dorcas]

Nickname: Dorcy
How You Found Us: Magic
Contact Via: PM, YIM [e-mail]

What can be found in a name:
Dorcas Renata Meadowes
When the day I was born:
31/10/1957
The Angels screamed:
Heath and Bathsheba Meadowes
And Hell shut its doors:
____ ____ Meadowes, twin sister
While creatures retreated:
Beatles - Barn Owl
To depths unknown:
Pureblood

I hide from them:
≈Any guys bed
≈Her own bed with a guy
≈The lake in summer time
Be who they want to see:
Standing at five foot eight inches Dorcas weighs in at around 130 pounds. A curvy figure and a few muscles gives Dorcas a powerful punch when she needs one - slaps are for amateurs too scared to break a nail.

Dorcas' nails are keep short and filed so when she heads down to the Quidditch Pitch for a little bit of fun with some friends, she doesn't scratch anyone's eye out. She's not on the house team, but she is down on the pitch often enough and plays about even on her own. She doesn't support a team but has a passion for the game itself, which is why her dark lack hair is usually tied up and out of the way on most days so that if she gets the urge for a game of Quidditch, or just a fly about on a broom, her hair doesn't get blown about in her face.

There's nothing more aggravating than when a strand of hair goes into her full, rosy lips that she usually covers with dark lipstick, or her dark brown eyes that she views the world through, usually accompanied by a light browny beige eyeshadow and mascara.

Her nose is just that. A nose. There's no little quirks about it, no definitions on it and it's well proportioned to the rest of her face. Not like some people you see that wander around with either an upturned nose, or a massive bulging nose. Nope, her nose was perfectly normal from her point of view. Just like her chin. She thought that was pretty normal too, rounded at the tip and giving her face a great structure at the bottom.

Her ears however were never good. A little secret that she held was that when she was about twelve, she had her ears magically adjusted so they didn't stick out so much. Of course, it was done over the summer holidays and by the time they were all back at school no one noticed. Or at least, no one said anything to her.

Dorcas has a slightly longer neck than most people, but it's not exactly noticeable. It's paler that her face but not significantly. Besides, the majority of the time she applies foundation down it as she does with her face.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Misleading. A person's personality is hard to have written out before you, but misleading is certainly one word that describes Dorcas' personality. Slytherin's are usually out for number one, looking after themselves first and usually just not caring about others at all. But Dorcas isn't like that. Yes she has the common sense to get away from a fight if one's brewing and there's a fear she could get involved in said fight, but half the time she'd be the one trying to stop the fight.

Dorcas is a lover, not a fighter unless necessary. Though a few harmless threats here and there never hurt anyone. Not really.

Like most teenagers Dorcas has a stubborn streak, however, this does not last long. She also holds grudges for about twelve hours before completely forgetting about them. Her memory isn't the greatest but she remembers what she has to and never forgets anything important.

Not having cried since she was eleven, Dorcas has given herself an image of being very strong willed and never backing down - something that ties in with her stubbornness, especially if it's for the right cause. Unlike most teenagers though Dorcas tends to listen to all sides of the stories before making any decisions on what she wants to do. At the moment she has a pretty big decision to be making. Death Eaters, the Order or just staying out of it. Of course, staying out of it would perceive her as a spineless git and she hates spineless gits so naturally she is determined to pick a side. She could fall in either category but her overwhelming sense of right and wrong leads her to have to tread cautious grounds when she shares a dorm with those that believe Voldemort is doing the right thing.

Many aspects of Dorcas' personality changes depending on whom she is around and what situation she is in. Which is what happens for most people. When surrounded with friends and people she feels comfortable with she's loud and out going, determined, daring, untameable and flirtatious.

When she's around people she doesn't feel quite as comfortable with she can become a little more reserved and cautious.

When with people she holds one of her rare, long-time grudges against she can become bitchy as hell, snippish, snappy, rude, self-centered and pretty cruel. Though it is rare to see that side of her but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist somewhere deep down. Or sometimes just bubbling on the surface after a frustrating day.
This soulless being:
≈Good night out
≈Quiet night in
≈Cute Guys
≈Funny Guys
≈Bad Guys
≈Sweet Guys
≈Most Guys
≈Gentlemen
≈Speaking
≈Listening
≈Joking
Is just as lost:
≈Spineless gits
≈Sloppy people
≈Sleazy guys
≈Pure-blood-mania
≈Being judged
As everyone else:
≈Good listener
≈Saving money
≈Singing (though she doesn't do it often)
≈Quidditch (plays as a Beater but not officially)
≈Flirting
In a world that knows only hate:
≈Self involved
≈Talks too much
≈Falls for bad guys and older guys
≈Can't handle people crying
≈Wants too much for herself (Material possessions)
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
≈Scared she might loose her nipples when apparating drunk
≈Studies hard
≈Pole danced on a table top in Hogwarts kitchens for the house elves, stripping and trying to set them free while doing so - Completely drunk and fell on a knife

They left me to die:
Aunt (sis) & Uncle (bro-in-law)
Uncle (bro) & Aunt (sis-in-law)
4 cousins - 2 male, 2 female
On a bed of roses:
Uncle - divorced
1 cousin - male
Blood seeping through:
Dorcas' mother's side of the family has 6 squibs and 3 of her mothers cousins married muggleborns. Dorcas' father's side is pure through and through, with no muggle marriages and no squibs, but his father had a bad gambling problem and lost the family all its money.
The satin sheets of fame:
Working class
What a bitter story of love:
Born to a Slytherin mother and a Ravenclaw father Dorcas lived the first ten years of her life in bliss. The oldest twin, spoiled rotten but always taking her fathers advice. He kept her level headed as a child and she always did her best to make him proud. She was her daddy's girl and nothing in the world would ever change that to either of them.

At the age of seven Dorcas was inducted to a muggle primary school by her mother at her fathers request. Knowing Dorcas was showing magical abilities her father feared her going to Hogwarts, being placed in Slytherin and caving in to the pure-blood-mania they all seemed to live off of. Of course, her mother was an exception to him but really, they were just married now, they weren't husband and wife, they weren't lovers, they were just together out of habit, necessity.

Having grown close to many other children her age Dorcas knew she was always different to her peers at muggle school. Her parents who had always been open to her of what she was did impress the need to keep it a secret. Dorcas hated secrets, she believed them to be wrong, but as her dad had told her 'Some secrets have to be kept' and so she always kept what she and her dad called 'their little secret'.

Finally the time came and Dorcas and her sister received their Hogwarts letter. Both her parents were pleased for them. Even her mother who barely spoke a word, expressed how proud she was of her children, and that coming from her mother, meant more than the world to Dorcas. It was always something she remembered and never forgot.

After the letter came it was time to do the shopping. Both of Dorcas' parents took her and her sister to Diagon Alley. They weren't a well off, pure-blooded family, but her father's job paid for them to get by and still have a bit of extra money left over at the end of every year for a special family holiday away to Europe or various places around England, Scotland and Wales.

The day soon came and Dorcas and her sister headed off for Hogwarts. Both of them were sorted into Slytherin and had sort of split off into different friendship groups. Dorcas and her sister had never really been close, even though they were twins. Dorcas had always been her father's favourite and her sister was her mothers favourite, and their personalities showed.

Six years on without much complication, Dorcas has learnt not to cry and not to show any sort of weakness to the Slytherins of her house. She's had a few scuffles and got into her fair share of trouble, but her grades have always been exceptional because she always studied in secret. Earning a reputation of - quite simply a slut, but no one ever knowing that every night, when all are sleeping, she studies her arse off, barely sleeping apart from on weekends.

The day had been chaos. Absolute bloody chaos. She'd managed to get her essay in on time to Professor Slughorn after the extension he'd handed her, and not only that, but she was pretty pleased with how it had turned out. It wasn't like Dorcas to be able to make up a good essay on anything, but somehow, she'd managed to complete the essay for Slughorn with a whole eighteen inches more than required. Not only that but her hand writing had stayed steady, it was entirely legible and her hand writing was small. She was hoping for a damn good grade on it and wanting it back so she could frame the damn thing. Though the only problem with having done such a long essay in two days and handing it in when your Professor wasn't used to that kind of work from you, was that there was always the chance he'd want to talk to you about it, make sure that it was in fact your own work other wise, BAM! Fail! And she could not afford to lose that 5% the essay was worth for her final NEWT results.

Pushing her way into the crowded common room, Dorcas looked out to discover that night had fallen already. She looked at the large clock that their common room housed and realised it was nearly ten at night. What the hell? Where had time gone? Surely the clock was wrong. It had to be, so she grabbed hold of a sixth year as he pushed past her and looked at the watch on his left wrist. Oh! The clock was fast, by thirty seconds! Merlin, she had no idea what she had been doing. Working on more of her essays, shouting at brats in the library, some of which she could see now, pointing at her and laughing. Man sometimes she wished she'd been more focused in school work and become a damned Prefect because then she could put their arses in detention for as long as she damn well pleased. keep them coming back night after night until they bowed down at her feet. Dorcas shook her head. Whatever, she was getting out of here.

Walking casually upstairs to her dorm she dumped her bag on her trunk and collapsed on her bed. Now she thought about it, she found herself actually quite tired. She yawned and water filled her eyes. She blinked it all away and turned on her side, yawning again and keeping her eyes closed. She wasn't even going to bother getting undressed, she was actually too tired to bother doing anything. How had she not realised this earlier? How had she not fallen asleep in the library or - CRASH!

Dorcas rolled over, groaning at the noise of chattering girls coming in through the dorm door, not bothering to keep it down, not caring that she was there. trying to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a Saturday so it didn't matter if they stayed up late, gossiping about anyone and everyone tonight, even her. They knew she wasn't asleep and yet most of them gossiped about her. Whatever, she was standing for this, so she got up and headed downstairs to the common room again, deciding it was still too busy, she went out the the common room door, not wanting to stay there any longer. She couldn't stand most of her dorm mates and the majority of other Slytherin's were just pains in the arses. No wonder she got on better with Gryffindorks, they had something in common, they hated most Slytherins.

[.going down in flames.]