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| User: | clipped_wings (217912) Clipped Wings
Angelina Johnson |
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| Name: | Angelina Johnson | |||||||||
| E-mail: | britjannor@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: |  No man is master to me, I ain't that kind I just put on my traveling shoes If you want to win, you just can't lose a time Or stay behind I was born to run To get ahead of the rest And all that I wanted was to be the best Just to feel free And be someone I was born to be fast, I was born to run Well I've taken chances, sometimes I've made mistakes But you don't get nothing unless you take the breaks Living as dangerous as dynamite Sure, it makes you feel nervous But it makes you feel all right Makes you feel all right Well, I was born to run To get ahead of the rest And all that I wanted was to be the best Just to feel free and be someone I was born to be fast, I was born to run Nobody's going to make me do things their way By the time you figure it out, it's yesterday Well, it comes to he who waits, I'm told But I don't need it when I'm old and gray Yeah, I want it today I was born to run To get ahead of the rest And all that I wanted was to be the best Just to feel free and be someone I was born to be fast, I was born to run Full Name: Angelina Gweneth Johnson Nicknames: Ang, Angie, Lina (only Lee calls her that one), Johnson (on the pitch, of course) Age/Birthday: 24 / October 25, 1977 House and Years Attended: Gryffindor Blood Status: More or less pure. There are a few questionable pairings way back in her heritage, but all but the most picky of blood purists would most likely find her acceptable for marriage, if for nothing else than to avoid incest. Occupation (if applicable): Currently, she spends most of her time counting the blocks that make up her cell. Directly after graduation, she was a reserve chaser for the Falmouth Falcons for a very short time before resigning to fight the war. Alliance: Order of the Phoenix. Due to a strength in glamours and her ability to fly about and creep around stealthily, she did a lot of recon work for the Order. Status in Society: Prisoner Boggart: She's living her boggart -- tightly enclosed spaces with no hope of escape. Add dementors to that, and it's PTSD waiting to happen. That is, if she ever gets out for the trauma to have actually passed Patronus: Hawk Personality: Intense. Angelina has always been competitive, always a bit of a tomboy, always willing to fight tooth and nail for whatever it is she felt was worth fighting for at the moment. She is fiercely loyal to her friends, and a terrible and unforgiving enemy if you happen to get on her bad side. If you're her friend, you're stuck with her for life, but if you do anything to hurt one of those she considers close, she's quick to anger and slow to forgive. Her exterior is one of bravado and competitiveness, and at points she can seem almost untouchable, but much of this is a carefully constructed fallacy that exists to protect her true vulnerabilities. She's not as strong as she pretends to be most of the time, but she's never been one to admit she needs help until it's too late. Instead of dealing with problems, whether within herself or due to outside influences, she covers them up with quips or snark, depending on the situation. She's also had a tendency to get into fights that she can't win. She loses her cool easily, and has a tendency to scream and yell. Calming he down is a feat, and there are only a few people who have learned the trick of doing so. Before she was captured, she would go flying whenever anything bothered her. Being in the air had a cathartic effect, but now she doesn't even have that to fall back on. For the most part, she is a very strong person, and is usually perfectly capable of taking care of herself. In fact, in any other circumstances, she would have been able to get through life perfectly well-off without any outside help at all, but war has a way of changing that. She's smarter than she lets on most of the time; even though her OWLs and NEWTs were far from stellar, she has a quick wit and can think on her feet. She adores flying and becomes incredibly restless if she's kept on the ground for too long. Constantly in motion, it's difficult to get her to slow down and relax for any extended period of time. She never seems to run out of energy. She has always been more comfortable around the boys than the girls (unless, of course, the girls were Quidditch players as well). Romantically, she tends to be very closed-off. She has never been in love nor in a serious relationship at all, but she's seen what has happened to those who have become romantically involved. With a war going on, one half of the couple tends to become the victim of another tragedy. While she's been there to help pick up the pieces for a few of her friends, the thought of losing someone that close to her, the prospect of being so emotionally destroyed, terrifies her enough that she has run from any prospect of something beyond friendship. Now, in a prison cell, Ang is out of her element entirely. She is a social creature without interaction with others, someone with an irrepressible urge for freedom and flight relegated to a six-foot by three-foot cell. Without the sky and the sunlight, without her friends, without anything she holds dear, she's found herself in a very dark place. But she doesn't want to admit it to the people who care about her. They have enough to worry about. Instead, she pretends to be the person she was before she was surrounded by gray walls, an icy sea, and dementors. Or, at least, she tries to. It's hard to feign hope when it's being literally sucked from her by the dementors that patrol Azkaban. Family and Friends: Father: Colin Johnson Mother: Marissa Johnson nee Dufoix Sisters: Isabel and Matilda (Issy and Millie) ages 14 and 16 Brother: Ender, age 11 Out of all her family. she's closest to her father. She doesn't quite "get" her mother or sisters all the time, but she loves them nonetheless, and adores her little brother completely. She worries about them all the time, as well. She doesn't know how any of them are doing, or even if they're all still alive. That's perhaps the hardest part about her current situation. As for friends, anyone who is a former gryffindor or was in Order of the Phoenix is likely to be a friend of hers. Appearance (paragraph minimum.): PB: Zoe Saldana Sexuality: Straight Achievements: Her OWLs and NEWTs were passable. She was far from prefect or head girl material, as she spent almost as much time in detention as she did on the quidditch pitch, but she did make quidditch captain and was very successful despite a rocky year for the team. She also made reserve chaser for the Falcons her first year out of school, but quit within nine months to fight the war full-time. Hobbies: Flying. Not that she can do that any more. Biography: Angelina had a happy childhood. From the very beginning, she was raised in a warm environment by two people who truly loved each other and her. She didn’t want for anything as a child, which is not to say she was spoiled, just well cared for. There weren’t a lot of luxuries, but they weren’t needed. There was always something to do, whether it was flying lessons with daddy, horseback riding lessons from mommy, mucking out stalls (which isn’t as bad as it sounds), cleaning saddles, chasing down dogs that found it hilarious to run away. It was never dull at the Johnson house, and so receiving her letter from Hogwarts was almost bittersweet—sure, she would go off to get her education at the institution that both of her parents had graduated from with fond memories, but on the other hand, she would have to leave her home. Once at Hogwarts, Angelina became even more hopelessly addicted to flying and Quidditch. Her father, of course, was thrilled with this news she sent home via owl correspondence at least once a week. Her second year, she made the team, and along with Alicia Spinnet and (later) Katie Bell, comprised one of the strongest groups of chasers at the school. As a result of this consuming love affair with Quidditch, her marks in classes tended to suffer, much to her mother's dismay. She could recite plays all day long, and she made decent grades (one can't fail at everything, after all) but if you were to ask her the week after an exam how to brew a potion to cure burns, she would likely look at you as if you'd gone absolutely bonkers. Why would she remember things like that when there were things to be done in the air? Despite this attitude, she adored transfiguration and did excellently in it. It was the one class she actually dedicated a lot of time to studying for, and she was even able to tutor several of her friends in the subject despite the fact that she often needed tutoring in many other courses. While she never did have the particular desire to become an animagus, she did become quite skilled with glamours, and learned to disguise her appearance very well between her time in school and time experimenting after graduation. Aside from classes and Quidditch, she had a healthy social life as well. Her closest friends were mostly on the team or somehow tied to it. She had great respect and admiration for Oliver Wood, and kept close tabs on his successes after he moved onto Puddlemere United. She, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet were very close, and Ang also had a close rapport with the Weasley twins, who taught her a great deal about how to sneak around and break the rules without getting caught. These would later become important life skills. She had a number of friends from other houses as well, not taking her competitive nature to the extent that she would shun anyone who didn't root for her team. While Slytherins were mostly despised, she had several friends and acquaintances within Ravenclaw and Hufflepfuff, and made a good number of lasting connections while in DA. She always expected to go on and play professional quidditch. It was the only future she could imagine for herself, since she didn't view herself as particularly gifted at anything else. She was rejected from Puddlemere, which had been her first choice--after all, it would have been brilliant to reform at least part of the Gryffindor team in the pros--but was accepted to her second choice (and to be perfectly honest, the team she'd always rooted for as a child) the Falmouth Falcons. She was only a reserve chaser, but that was definitely enough for her dad, who trashed all his Montrose Magpies gear and bought up all the Falcons memorabilia he could find. She didn't get a lot of play time until deep in the season, when one of the other chasers was sidelined with a severe head injury. Unfortunately, just as she was becoming a more integral part of the team--there were talks of a starting position for her the next season--the war was getting worse. Feeling that her own happiness on the pitch was such a selfish and fleeting thing, she resigned from the team before her first season was even over, and immediately went into hiding. For the next few years, she worked closely with the other Order members in trying to first protect wizarding society from Voldemort, and then to overthrow his rule. With her transfiguration and stealth, she was a perfect choice for a spy. It was dangerous, but worth it to her. She always had the thought in her mind that she might not live to see the end of this, but at least she would have made a difference. There were more than a few scary situations where she was nearly found out, and a few close scrapes that almost resulted in her capture. Once, she was hit with a blasting curse when she tripped just outside a death eater's house, and was barely able to aparrate back to where she and several order members were hiding out. It was only a concussion, but it could have been much worse. On (Date TBD when game starts) Angelina was on one of her recon missions to try and gather more information about death eaters. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. The information that had led her to come to this house to check things out had been leaked, seemingly accidentally, by a lower-level death eater she'd overheard at a pub two weeks before while she was in disguise listening in. She would soon find out that this was a trap, that said death eater had spotted her, recognized her (she was unaware, but her glamour had worn off momentarily in a moment of frustration with the waitress, who refused to stop talking to her, making it incredibly difficult to listen in), and had laid this trap. She walked right into it. It was the dead of night and she had intended to stay out of sight, so she wasn't even concealing her identity. When she walked around back of the manor, scoping the place out, she was ambushed. One death eater ordered her to the ground while three others stood watching. Ang pretended to comply, btu she wasn't going down without a fight. When she dropped to her knees, she lunged forward, picked up the wand she'd been ordered to drop, and aimed a killing curse at one of them. Before she could even get the words out, however (and she wasn't entirely sure she'd have been able to cast it in the first place, as she'd never used it before), one of the others sent her wand flying without any effort at all. Another pinned her against the wall of the manor, and when she attempted to fight him off, he let loose a brutal slashing spell, cutting deeply into her abdomen. Within moments, the blood loss, shock, and pain had caused her to drop to the ground. She doesn't remember what happened next. Her memory picks up, perhaps days later, restrained in a makeshift hospital bed in the infirmary at Azkaban. Her first memory of the occasion is of blinding pain and terror. While the wound had been healed just enough to keep her from dying, the medications that had kept her knocked out for two days had been cut off, and she was to be given nothing else for the pain. This was an interrogation. Angelina refused to speak at first, but after several rounds of the cruciatus given by a true sadist, even the strong-willed girl was willing to do anything to just make it stop. Thankfully, due to her capture, most of the Order members had relocated and the locations she gave were abandoned. Still, she can't forgive herself for this betrayal. Still healing, still in pain, Angelina is in her new home, a cell in Azkaban. She is living her worst nightmare, and there's no hope of simply waking up. | |||||||||
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