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Full Character Name: Darcy Amelia Bloxham
Character Birthday & Age: 15; March 29th, 1993
City & Country of Birth: Oxford, UK
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Halfblood
House & Year: Hufflepuff, 5th

Wand: Pliable Maple, 10", Phoenix Feather Core.  Knobby.

Physical Description:

Within the womb, Darcy's petite frame remained scrunched into the same fleshy ball throughout each of the nine months.  Upon her escape, however, the squat little torso unfolded itself into the gangly skeleton that Darcy would remain throughout most of life, excepting a brief period in November 2002.  It was often remarked, upon birth and throughout adolescence, that her legs composed over half of her body, with her arms taking up an additional quarter. With the onset of puberty, Darcy grew into her limbs a little, the small amount of baby fat stretching to cover the growing bones with as much skin as could be spared.  As a result she gained a beautiful set of prominent cheek bones.  Unfortunately she has not yet reached the age to appreciate them; Instead she found herself introduced to the arduous task of feminine maintenance.  While she has accustomed herself to keeping her armpits free of odor and wayward hairs, Darcy will often be found within jeans so as to avoid the mundane task of leg hair removal.  

When stood up against the Cheshire Cat poster in her bedroom, the notch beside it reveals Darcy to stand at five feet and six inches.  Her experience with other girls taught her it was best to leave her weight unknown.  For some reasons girls were sticky about numbers.  Darcy was never great with them either, but at least she had learned to respect them as long as they left her alone.  Often, she imagined her piercing green eyes were the reason some numbers were left with little holes burned through their middles.  Eights were always ominous figures; it was only right that they be branded twice.  Once she reached the age of relative sovereignty, Darcy instituted her first demand: short hair.  She refused to let the straight strands brush any further than the tiptop of her collar bone.  

Her two friends from cradle to cauldron were cotton and denim.  Rarely was she found in any other fabric, as they were the easiest to get stains out of, as well as relatively cheap.  Only the promise of magical knowledge made the wearing of robes any easier, although dress robes were quite out of the question.  She is usually seen in bright colors, often fluorescent, as her own complexion and colors were quite drab (in her opinion).  Who wanted brown hair when there were yellows and blues and pinks out in the world.  Dressed in a rainbow web of fabric, Darcy embraced the day until her mother set down a few guidelines in regard to what was and was not socially acceptable, like the wearing of undergarments.

Personality Description:

At the beginning of her education, Darcy was first taught the indescribable power of words.  All life flowed back to the beginning scrawl of script and recognition of definition.  As such, she was drawn to the idea of acrostic poems and often composed little ditties to remember her lessons.  Sometimes the descriptors changed daily, and others stood firmly in her mind as immovable as the Pyramids of Giza (Giant Icons of Zombie Ancients).  On any day, she might describe herself as Delightful, Amiable, Rambunctious, Cunning and Yummy.  If a rather thunderous raincloud were to block her view of the sun, however, she might view herself to be Dim, Arguable, Rowdy, Crass and Yawn-ful.  Darcy could be quite a cyclone of contradictions.  After sitting in a windowsill for three hours attempting to divine her personality, Darcy grew tired of racing down the deliberations of her actions and instead simply chose to act instead of think.  The day turned much better for her choice, and while she tries to balance action with thought, she typically leans towards the doing than the dreaming.  

The dreaming fuels the doing, however, and often her conversations are full of mad hand gestures and excessive motions as she attempts to combine the two and express her dreams to others.  While only certain individuals can decipher her ecstatic madness, more are able to once she sets them down through more acceptable mediums such as music or art.  In an effort to still her young daughter's hands, Madam Bloxham turned her to the old Steinway and bade her turn her energies upon creating beauty out of the cacophony, and later refining her imagination through structure.  The lessons of expression through discipline allowed Darcy to reach new heights of imagination as now her dreams could be made into something real.  Upon a set of ivory keys, her fingers find their home and her mad gestures turn into exquisite arpeggios and thirty-second trills.  

While her mind holds the ambition for vast creations, Darcy is often troubled when the means cannot match the will.  On rare occasion she will have to admit the limits of her mortality and magical ability, but she will never cease trying to find a way to circumvent her obstacle.  When something floats into her head, she is determined to follow it to its end, whether it be a physical or verbal accomplishment.  Her impulses have often landed her in trouble and it is not unusual for her cheeks to turn blue while arguing for her cause.  

History:

Darcy Amelia Bloxham was brought into the world on March 28th, 1992 by Madam Elizabeth Adelia Bloxham, with Midwife Josie Dale attending.Fortunately the elderly Josephine Dale was able to deliver Darcy after six hours of grueling labor, with relatively minor damage to the mother.  As little Darcy began to unfurl her long, thin limbs, the two women smiled upon the newborn and happily introduced her to the first lullaby.  It wasn't long before her little monkey toes were traversing the shag carpet within their quaint suburban home.  Josephine was a frequent visitor to the house, and as Darcy spoke her first words, she joined their household to become Darcy's second mother.  The three made a delightful home, and often had the downstairs neighbors complaining of loud laughter throughout all hours of the night.

It was during her primary education that Darcy learned of the opposite sex.  She was soon taught how to tell the difference (an oversight that resulted in much schoolyard awkwardness that first day) between the two genders, and eventually stumbled over the concept of fatherhood.  It was foreign to Darcy, and was soon dismissed as a concept she had little use for.  The idea of fathers for games of catch and fishing  and ice skating were all easily replaced by her mothers doing the same activities.  Josephine would often come to the school for brief lessons in healthcare, and Elizabeth passed on to Darcy her eye for the paintbrush (although they eventually learned to agree to disagree on the matters of realism vs. abstract, Darcy preferring the latter).  

A small shadow lingered over the happy Bloxham family, one only briefly exposed to daylight after a curious lesson in biology.  While the three women could successfully form their own household, they lacked the ability to procreate.  Darcy's existence, to her surprise, was owed to a muggle by the name of John Daniel Hardy.  Elizabeth had fallen in lust with the strapping young fair ride operator, and the two briefly united to create Darcy.  As the fair moved on to the next town, Elizabeth was parted with her lover, never to see him again.  Her heartache was only healed through her intense friendship with Josephine and the birth of her beautiful baby girl.

As the years went on, Darcy clung more to the idea of visual and verbal manifestations of reality, eschewing the formulaic devices of numbers and geometry.  Although her mothers insisted that both were critical to self-expression through music and art, Darcy refused to allow such mathematics to taint her soul.  At the idea of Fate, Darcy would vigorously shake her head (sometimes to the point of pain) and retreat through the nearest doorway.  "Organics!" she would cry! "Form!" they would retaliate.  It was a battle often waged in love but always resolved over Oreos and Chocolate Milk.  While she could never understand her mother's contrary ways, Darcy soon learned that they were inherent in herself as well.

Raised within this magical household, Darcy was pleased when the letter for Hogwarts arrived at their door.  She had often heard tales of its hallowed hallways, particularly as it forged her mothers' dear friendship.  Upon her arrival, she was shocked to see it was an institution of rules and discipline.  Class was here at this time, and always this time, and they would learn their lessons from these books and not from experience in itself.  The year was quite trying, and it was only the constant encouragement from Elizabeth and Josephine that kept her there.  She made a few companions, but spent more time attempting to unearth the building's secrets than following its coursework.  If it were such a magical fortress, surely there was more to it than stone hallways and tarnished statues.  That summer, Darcy refused to return.  It was then that Elizabeth sat her daughter down at the piano and began to teach her the balance between form and expression.  It was almost worse than her magic lessons, for at least they produced things, but this was merely sound.  

By the time she returned for her second year, feet scraping against the cobblestone alley, Darcy was slowly beginning to realize that she would end up finishing her education.  She had no defense against Elizabeth & Josephine's insistence, and Darcy hated the idea of disappointing them.  And so that year she strove for excellence, actually applying herself to the courses.  In conjunction with her music lessons, Darcy reluctantly found herself understanding the balance between discipline and expression.  With this new understanding, her lessons became more enjoyable as she found being able to harness her magic allowed her to achieve even more with its power.  In time, her smile came to know the classrooms, and her frowns were banished to rainy days and social drama.  By embracing Hogwarts, Darcy found she was able to be happy again, and the entire castle brightened at her new ability to enjoy its halls.  The statues became bright and full of life, and the paintings were valuable wells of knowledge and amusement.  Hogwarts was an incredible place, and Darcy realized how her mothers could meet in such a warm environment.  It wasn't so bad afterall.  The next year passed quickly, and soon Darcy found herself making a second home within its stone walls.  Each passage was an old friend to her, and as she began to reach the end of her fourth year, Darcy was wild with possibilities for the future.

How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Darcy has the adventure of a Gryffindor, the ambition of a Slytherin, and the imagination of a Ravenclaw.  But what she possesses most of all, is the Heart of a Hufflepuff.  Her ability to love and embrace others, along with all the possibilities they contain, fuels her imagination and allows her to reach new heights within herself and with her magic.

Writing Sample:
Show your character in a scene that illustrates the
 best and worst aspects of their personality. Include action, dialog and thought.

A small chorus of mewls, ribbits, squawks and other unnameable noises were echoing within the small shop.  Elizabeth and Josephine stood in the background, hands entwined as each lip quivered with amusement.  They had previously determined not to sway young Darcy's choice in familiar, although each had secretly bet the other ten sickles on what it might be.  Elizabeth was certain she would go for a cat, but Josie was equally as sure on the toads.  The rambunctious little eleven-year-old stood between two terrariums, her green eyes wide in awe.  It would be her first pet.  

She hovered over the case of toads, Darcy's warm breath misting the glass as she peered inside.  "Josie! Josie!" she cried, pointing at the toads, her finger persistently tapping upon the glass to the consternation of the young shopkeeper.  "This one has a stripe down his back! Isn't he beautiful! Come look! Come look!"  She wiggled with excitement as her eyes jumped from one toad to the other, delighted with the idea of making one her own.   Ignoring her mother's refusal to look, Darcy bounced over to the owl cages.  Her fingers hovered inches from grasping onto the bars before she looked over to see her mother's pointed glare.  She paused a moment, almost mid-bounce, before tucking her hands back into the pockets of her hooded jacket.  With a somewhat restrained, yet still amused glance, she pursed her lips, smooshing them into an imitation beak.  "Whooo! Whooo!" she cried back at them, ignoring the other young children filing into the shop.  The large birds turned and gave her a watchful stare, before returning back to their other pursuits.  

Deciding they were no fun, Darcy looked to see a group of small girls gathering at the box of kittens.  She gently nudged her way to the edge of the box, joining the others in peering over at the small animals inside.  They were the cutest little fluffballs she had ever seen!  Ignoring the glances at her bright tie-dyed skirt, one she had made herself, Darcy jumped as one small ball of fluff glanced at her with the same green eyes.  "Lizzie!" she cried, jumping up and down, to the annoyance of the other children, "I want this one!"  

Five minutes later, the trio left the shop, the small kitten mewling inside its small carrier.  Elizabeth carefully carried it throughout the alley, Darcy being too bouncy with excitement to carry it without potentially ending the kitten's life by the end of the journey.  "I'm going to name her Toast, and I'll teach her how to fetch things and how to make soup and how to brush her hair and how to fly a kite and how to tie a bow!" she rambled, alight with all the adventure the kitten and herself would have once they got home.  When questioned by Elizabeth as to why the kitten named Toast would possibly need to know how to make soup, Darcy turned her bright green eyes up at her mother and replied in the most precocious voice imaginable, "Well why wouldn't she?"

Sum up your character in one paragraph:

 Darcy is a mischievous young girl who believes that anything is possible.  Kindness and goodness rule the day, and there are no limitations, only the choice to give up.  She strives to develop to her full potential, in whatever way she may decide.