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Full Character Name: Euphrosine 'Rosie' Aurelia Pendlewick
Character Birthday & Age: December 4, 1985 - 24 years old
City & Country of Birth: Hogsmeade!  (if that's not cool, Lisdoonvarna, Ireland)
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts - Hufflepuff
Job/Position: Waitress at Three Broomsticks/Clerk at Honeydukes

Wand: 9.5 inches, Apple, Unicorn Hair - supple and knobbly.

Physical Description:
The first impression of Rosie is that someone used an enchantment to bring a scarecrow to life. From the pale, straw colored hair she keeps loosely curled but that inevitably straightens by the end of the day to the gangly, sprawling limbs she seems to struggle to keep track of, Rosie is as tall and skinnily stretched out as a teenage boy who hasn't quite mastered the art of moving after a growth spurt (despite being neither a boy nor a teenager). She stands at equal height with most men, and taller than a good few, though not so high she has to duck under the average doorway, and there isn't the faintest bit of grace to any of her movements, which tend to resemble a chaotic series of sheer luck-fueled near-disasters more than anything.

Her eyes are blue, of a particularly average shade that would invoke no descriptions of oceans or skies, or anything except perhaps that particular shade of store brand construction paper. Or maybe a blue raspberry slurpie if such things existed in the magical world. There are hints of gray and hints of green, and whether or not they are noticeable depends on how much free time one has to go staring at other people's irises, and whatever robes she's wearing that day (she is particularly fond of purple, which does very little for her eyes, but as she can't see them unless she's looking in a mirror, and she does that only in passing when she is trying to remember if she put eyeliner on both eyes or forgot one again as she is wont to do, this bothers her very little. It does somewhat more for her skin, which is milkish and pale and rather distinctly prone to freckling and burning in equally parts, at which point the purple no longer does anything except make her clash with herself).

She tends to jingle when she walks, due to a rather overpronounced fondness for jingly things. Few people complain about the noise, because it provides them with sufficient advance notice to get out of the way of her perpetually flailing appendages.


Personality Description:
Euphrosine—Rosie's much easier, don't you think?—Pendlewick is a breezy, chipper, chatterbox who will babble your ear off as soon as you meet, loop an arm in yours, and probably trip over her own feet—or yours, or a table leg, or a cauldron, or more often, absolutely nothing at all—and send you both sprawling a mere seconds later. She's terribly forgetful, irritatingly cheerful, and perhaps worst of all, an inveterate morning person. And evening person. And slightly before tea time but a bit too late for brunch or luncheon person—not that she feels it's ever really too early for tea, mind you, scones are good for the soul and she brews a delightful pot. An incurable optimist, it's extremely difficult to bring her down for longer than few moments.

She is, perhaps, a bit gullible, and that coupled with her terrible memory often leads people to dismiss her as more than a bit dim. And while it's true that she's not the sharpest scale on the dragon, not quite as useless as people assume. It's just that she has terrible trouble remembering things when she needs to, whether it's names, or someone's order, or how that one spell went again. It's her only source of  insecurity, and the more she tries to remember something she knows she's forgotten, the more upset and anxious and fluttery and flustered she gets, and the less likely she is to ever remember whatever it was. But she's good with numbers and she can sniff out someone having a bad day faster than a niffler can spy something sparkly. She asks questions without fear of being called silly or stupid, or accidentally offending someone, because her curiosity trumps supposed good sense any day, and her nosiness comes with a complete ignorance of what's appropriate to ask and what isn't. She has a vivid and brilliant imagination, and her chattering often stems from it.

Rosie has no grand ambitions and no illusions about herself or her abilities, but never mistake that self-knowledge for self-doubt. Rosie knows she is no great witch, but she also knows that she is good at certain things she chooses to do, and most importantly, she knows that she is happy in and with her life, and she won't let anyone belittle or look down on that happiness.

If there is one trait that saves her from being wholly unremarkable and may be a bit annoying, it's that she is deeply, particularly kind. She is entirely without malice or prejudice, and her willingness to welcome anyone with warmth is genuine. She is particularly honest, and when she tries to lie, she twists her hair and stutters and it's painfully obvious.

If she could have or do anything in the world, it would be to travel to all its strange and lovely comers, and if you make the mistake of letting her know you've been to one of them, she will latch on with a mug of cocoa and demand stories as petulantly and prettily as any favorite grandchild. She is deeply drawn to passion, boldness, and depth, peripherally aware of her own lack of  all the above. She can be a tad overenthusiastic about most things, but it's a side effect of the cheerfulness. Finally, though she has very little opportunity to display it, Rosie has a brave heart.


History:
ABBREVIATED HISTORY: Only child of two elderly parents who fought to defend Hogwarts in the Battle of Hogwarts her first year. A Hufflepuff with a solid dose of bravery, she was terrible at academics due to her awful memory (the side effect of a strong but horribly cast memory charm when she was 7 by her older cousin), but loved and enjoyed Hogwarts despite the struggle, and scraped by with help from professors and friends. She moved back home to Hogsmeade after graduating to care for her aging parents.

Surprises run in Rosie's family. Her mother, the daughter of two muggleborn magic folk, didn't seem to display any magic at all, which bothered her parents not one whit as they bore no prejudice against the world they 'd been born in. But she had her first display of magic on the very day her letter arrived, and so life went on. Her father surprised his rather traditional family by marrying a woman several years his senior (Clementine McFaggle was a rather compelling woman) with no particularly great claims to her lineage. And then there was Rosie herself, who was VERY much a surprise to her elderly parents, who were no more expecting a child at their stage in life than they were for centaurs to pore out of the forest singing nursery rhymes.

Nevertheless, she got on with the business of being born, and if she was a bit
spoiled, then she was also raised with great practicality by two very practical people. Of course, there were very few cousins her age, and when she was approaching the age of seven she stumbled on her much older cousin doing something he really shouldn't. He panicked and cast a memory charm that worked a bit too well. She of course has no memory of the incident or the spellcasting, but its imperfect casting by an underage wizard who didn't entirely know what he was doing is a large part of her terrible forgetfulness, and he is the only one that knows it's not just her nature.

Her magic popped up right around when it was expected, mostly manifesting itself in the form of milk and tea turning into pumpkin juice and sweetened butterbeer. She was shuffled off to Hogwarts with fondest wishes, where the Sorting Hat thought very briefly about Gryffindor before overwhelmingly deciding on Hufflepuff.

Her first year, as you may imagine for a forgetful little Hufflepuff at Hogwarts during Severus Snape's years as Headmaster, was horrid. Her clumsiness and poor spell-casting made her quite the target for foul play. She bears no scars from it—mostly on account of her last name, despite her mother's distinctly muggleborn heritage—but it left a lasting impression her. It's why she doesn't discount the value of small happinesses, and why she has such a nose for people having a bad day.

Despite her parents remaining carefully neutral during the rise of You-Know-Who. they made their decision at last and in full force on May 2, 1998 The Pendlewick cottage in Hogsmeade housed more than a few students during the Battle of Hogwarts, and being forced to leave the school, arriving to her home because it was "safe" only to find that her parents were flying into the thick of the battle to aid their alma mater was the most hysterically terrifying moment of her life. Her parents weren't the only ones, and while Rosie was lucky enough to have both returned to her, she lost neighbors and loved ones and the empty cottages haunted her for a terribly long time. She lights candles in her window every night, to this day, because the image of dark shutters and dirty glass brings back that quiet, childhood fear.

Neither of her parents ever quite recovered from the Battle. They weren't young, and they had taken some terrible curses over the course of it, though it would be years before Rosie quite realized just how much of a toll that one night took on them, because life, slowly but surely, returned to normal.

She had a wonderful time her next years at Hogwarts, young enough to not linger on the tragedy, because for every challenge in academics there was a good friend, or yummy food, or something beautiful, or the wonderful, wonderful, library, and encouragement of understanding parents behind it all. Now, mind you, it was also a terrible struggle.
She forgot homework assignments and proper technique, and no matter how very well she knew a textbook she inevitably forgot all the answers by the time the exam came around, and spent more than one horrible, hiccupy sobbing hour in the offices of her professors, terrified she was going to fail out and never be a witch (their encouragement—harsh or otherwise—played a huge role in shaping her eventual optimism). She scraped by, often with help from sympathetic classmates who could be bribed with baked goods and professors willing to work with her just a bit longer. She did the ugly duckling thing around fourth year, except instead of turning into a swan, she turned into a duck. Which was an improvement, and a practical one, and she has been comfortably practical and duckish since.

She hadn't the faintest idea of what to do with herself after graduating, and her parents encouraged her to travel the world for a year as she'd dreamed of and which they were more than willing to help fund, which she planned to do until her papa caught dragonpox and was sent to Mungo's. That was when Rosie finally realized just how fragile her parents had become and that they were rather getting on in years—even for wizards—and so she quietly moved back to Hogsmeade to keep an eye on them. She rents a room in a nice little cottage near their home, and pops over frequently 'just because'.

Describe your job duties and how you go about them:
Rosie's tasks for the most part are very simple.  In the mornings she works at Honeydukes, cleaning the shop before it opens, stocking the shelves and then ringing up purchases during the day. In the late afternoon and evenings, she goes to the Three Broomsticks, where she does the standard waitressly duties.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field:
She hasn't got any. In fact, she's nearly been fired more than once for tripping over customers, spilling butterbeer into the cauldrons and smacking unsuspecting patrons upside the head with her tray when she turns around. She almost never remembers prices correctly, and the biggest reason she keeps her job is because some of the patrons don't mind her chatterboxiness and will stay and linger for an extra butterbeer when she's telling stories. Her sole recommendation at Honeydukes is that she's awfully smiley, and moderately competent at cleaning spells, but the same issues apply. In other words, Rosie's qualifications are more the intangibles you can't teach an employee but that are just as important as the more pragmatic aspects, and if she didn't have them, she'd be more than fired.

Writing Sample:


Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Rosie Pendlewick is a breezy, cheerful, chatterbox with a terrible memory, a vivid imagination, and more left feet than a millipede. Insatiably curious and more than a tad gullible, her forgetfulness and complete lack of guile masks a fairly insightful, if simple mind. Clumsy, nosy, periodically tactless, and more or less impossible to shut up or keep on subject. Rosie's saving grace is her genuine warmth and kindness, and her really, really good pumpkinbat scones. Rosie knows she's no great witch, but she also knows that she is good at what she chooses to do, and most importantly, knows that she's happy in and with her life, and she won't let anyone belittle or look down on that happiness, however unassuming and plebian it may appear to them.

And if she vaguely resembles a witchified Dory from Finding Nemo, I swear I didn't realize until I was halfway through this.

Special Ability

Character Name: Rosie Pendlewick
Age: 24
Character Biography: HERE
Do any of your other Characters have Special Abilities?: Yes
If Yes, then Please provide their name and a link to their bio: Vladlena Savitskaya - Animagus (intermediate-advanced)
 
Special Ability: Seer

What level is this ability at?: Beginner (in terms of control)

At what age did your character gain this ability?: Birth

How did they learn or hone this ability?:
She’s completely untrained. With training, she would be able to summon visions on request (or contact, rather) with some degree of reliability, or turn 'off her Second Sight which she currently can't do (not that she knows it's it ‘on’ the first place).

When she was a child, it happened mostly in the care of her mother who, unaware of her husband's family history, dismissed it as an overactive imagination, and since then, well, no one has ever particularly questioned Rosie's inability to remember a paragraph she's just parroted to them, given her notably short memory and her reputation as a fanciful daydreamer who frequently applies romantic fantasies to mundane objects anyway.

Describe how the Special Ability influences their life.  What do they use it for?:

The Pendlewicks—her father's side—are an old family, and Rosie has unknowingly inherited a trait that's popped up every seven or so generations in their blood. It's strong, but there's a very simple reason why it hasn't attracted particular undue notice—her Sight tends to manifest looking backwards, which is both uninspiring and unlikely to be recognized in the traditional means of Divination. Triggered mostly by objects, Rosie can See where they were in the past, who held them, what happened to them and where. Every so rarely, she gets a Vision of what that object will do, where it may be and with whom, in the future. She has done so twice so far in her life (and point of interest, the first was when she was a child, with her father while he came to deliver a batch of cauldrons to the proprietor of the Hog’s Head Inn, when she brushed a hand against the frame of a portrait of a pretty young girl, but there was no one to hear it but the portrait, and it was eventually smashed a few years later in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. The second I would love to make a reference to either a past or future AO event as a plot point)

The Pendlewick Sight is tied inextricably to memory (described below), and Rosie's was blown apart, which effectively had the result of searing off the 'eyelid', as it were. It is one of the greatest contributors to her inability to focus—her mind is constantly doing two things, attempting to do whatever conscious task, and Looking, unconsciously (or trying to). As a somewhat backwards advantage of this, she's built up quite the mental stamina, and Seeing doesn't exhaust her. At the same time, because the Sight is in such constant use, there are no reserves for her to draw upon or focus, and hence no controlled vision. She Sees what she gets, and doesn't See what she doesn't. No filter, no control.

There were places at Hogwarts that Rosie avoided like the plague—though she didn't remember or know why--because they summoned up visions of the Battle, and at least once she had nightmares for a week about a great, fanged and scaly beast slithering through the walls after brushing against a faucet, which her housemates put down to a classmate telling stories about the Chamber of Secrets.


Write a description of what happens when your character is exhibiting this Special Ability: It's completely involuntary. She goes into a trance, her mind transports to the time and place, and she will describe everything she sees aloud (whether there is someone to listen or not) though she will have absolutely no recognition of having done so alter the moment has passed. Her voice doesn’t change, and the vision’s length can be so brief she says nothing at all, a few words, or nearly a full paragraph. If it’s more than a sentence or two, she does get tired. On the rare, rare occasions she gets a vision of the Future and not the past, her descriptions (literal and vivid of the past) become cryptic and portentous in the manner of traditional Seers.  Mostly she just rambles cheerfully about how happy the sheep that made your nice cloak was to be sheared at LAST that twig was getting terribly annoying and people go ahaha how silly.