WOOD, christina marie

[christina marie wood]

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Christina Marie Wood



PLAY BY: Rachel McAdams

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Christi, Chris
AGE: 29
FORMER HOUSE: Ex-Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: Hogwarts Professor - Transfiguration
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
ALLIANCE: Neutral
WEALTH STATUS: Middle-class
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PATRONUS: Falcon
BOGGART: It mainly involves various friends and family members stung up, being drowned, and otherwise murdered in various, exceptionally cruel ways. Usually by Ministry officials, too, just to add insult to injury, considering her father is a retired Ministry worker.
MIRROR OF ERISED: To most people, it would probably look like a strange image – Christina sitting on a hill. Alone. Preferably with a book. In other words, she would like just a day or two of solitude, but unfortunately, the new Ministry regime along with her job readily prevents that, much to her sadness.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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Patient, friendly to most, although slightly strict with students, outgoing, highly protective, adventurous, social, amicable, polite, colorful, cheerful, book-smart, procrastinator, somewhat sarcastic, easy to get along with

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Abigail Kathleen Wood, 50, shopkeeper (Muggle-born witch)
FATHER: Jonathan Ethan Wood, 52, retired (former Ministry official)
PARTNER: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER RELATIVES: Most of the older generation (e.g. grandparents) are dead, although she does have a cousin by the name of Dawn.
PETS:A large, extremely friendly Golden Retriever called Abby, after her mother.
HISTORY: Christina was born in the Muggle side of London to a Muggle-born witch and a wizard. She had not been a particularly planned-out or expected child, but was loved anyways. She was not coddled but nor was she left to her own devices, since, in her parents’ minds, either would damage a child’s curiosity or independence. Even so, Christina was a free spirit, often finding ways to escape that involved particularly creative, although often somewhat cliché, methods, such as opening up her window, balancing on the windowsill, and jumping onto a nearby tree branch. Unfortunately, she also received several injuries from such incidents, but her parents both understood that no matter what they did, Christina would find ways out to do what she liked.

From a young age, she also had a fascination with birds – or, more to the point, flight. She often balanced on precarious tree branches, especially when she was small and light, and imagined that she was off in the sky. In other words, Christina was a serious daydreamer. This carried on until she was eleven. Along with many other children, she was sent off on the Hogwarts Express as a first year to begin her schooling at Hogwarts. At first, she was simply fascinated by the grand feeling of it all. There was so much to do that she was nearly giddy with excitement.

That insatiable curiosity helped her an enormous amount at Hogwarts. Not only was she a bookworm, but she also had a rather wide circle of friends, namely other Ravenclaw students. Christina had always been friendly, but she had never really thought that things would end up that well. Bouncy and eager to learn, she excelled in Charms and Transfiguration. Of course, this also made her a general target for people to come over and ask “can you do my homework?”. But she dealt with that general tag in stride and took it all as it came.

Although she detested Divination and most of the other subjects, she was a typical student – passing in most subjects and excelling in a few. Her only wish was that seventh year would hurry up and get out of the way – she wanted to be able to use magic freely, just like many others. It was in seventh grade that she began to look at professions. Teaching was a definite possibility. The more she looked at things, the more she decided that, for a while, she wanted to travel. However, that couldn't happen right away.

Seventh grade came and went, and Christina worked in Hogsmeade for a while. While doing so, however, she was also working on what she considered to be a highly dangerous and risky thing: becoming an Animagus. It took months of preparation and failed trials, along with an enormous amount of worry from her parents and herself. Eventually, though, nearly ten months after she had began her many failed attempts, she managed to transform herself into a peregrine falcon, one of the fastest birds on record.

Christina immediately registered with the Ministry as an Animagus and traveled around the world for several years, experiencing new cultures and learning dozens of different things. Even a witch always had more things to learn. For her, it was just something to do until she could figure out a career option. Eventually, when she turned twenty-eight, Christina returned to London, world-weary and ready to settle down for a bit.

She applied for the job of Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts – and, much to her surprise, was granted the job. Being one of the newer staff members, Christina does not keep her status as a registered Animagus a secret – why should she? She has turned into a trusted individual at the school, and has, for the first time in a long while, begun to tone down the whole ‘free spirit’ part of her personality in order to do what she’s found to be truly exciting: teach.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Firefly
AGE: 15
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A (this is my first!)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (From a multi-genre roleplay site)
Waves roared and crashed against the shore. Kaylee had her arms wrapped around her shoulders, shivering slightly. It was rather cold at the beach. Not that she was complaining, of course. Rarely did she complain about such things. She would much rather kick back and enjoy it rather than complain that it was too cold. But common sense demanded that she at least keep her own body warm, which she did, breath hissing out through gritted teeth as she rubbed her shoulders for a moment. The warmth was only temporary and she gave up, letting her arms hang by her sides.

She knew she should’ve gone to the Shopping Center and snatched up a jacket. But that place was still too chaotic and disconcerting for her, so she had happily remained away from the place and had taken a detour down to Myrtle Beach. On only a few worlds did non-polluted beaches remain, and they were usually the expensive ones that Serenity and her crew wouldn’t have been able to land on even if they had bribed someone. So a beach was nice. She was walking dangerously close to the edge of the water. Already the cuffs of her pants were beginning to become rather soaked.

She reached down and hitched up the cuffs just enough in order to retreat further up the beach. She was bored, quite honestly. Kaylee had nothing to do. Her engineering skills were not needed as much as she would’ve liked. In all honesty, most of her skill set had been scoffed at. Who needed a ship’s engineer when there were no ships? Uselessness and boredom had set in, which was the only reason why Kaylee was pacing down the beach. Her stride was perfectly even.
The sun was even shining, but the air remained frosty. This was surprisingly akin to her mood, which, outwardly, was still cheerful, while inwardly, the entire situation had turned into a great big ma fuhn for her. After all, the fact was, she was still in a giant, oversized, floating planet-box. She had taken to calling it a “planet-box” after someone had told her just how ai-ya big it was. In fact, it was singularly disconcerting. She couldn’t fly anywhere, couldn’t repair Serenity because, well, Serenity wasn’t here.

Those thoughts were depressing enough. Kaylee wandered further down the beach, encountering no one. Being by yourself was much more depressing than she had thought. “Better be changin’ your subject now,” she murmured to herself. Even her own words, her own voice did absolutely nothing to aid her in her quest against encroaching depression. So the best option was to walk, to keep moving.
She did so.

There was nothing better to do, after all.

Further and further she wandered, eventually losing sight of most of the buildings. Surprisingly, sand began to give way to grass. Kaylee raised a surprised eyebrow and stepped onto the springy plants. It had been ages since she had stood barefoot in honest-to-God grass. Normally she would’ve taken her shoes off and simply stood for a minute, happy to sit around and do… nothing.

Well, that would’ve been the plan normally, if she hadn’t spotted a rather familiar figure on the horizon. No. It couldn’t be. It was the same height as River, it had the same hair as River, and she – Kaylee finally decided the figure was a she – looked a lot like River when she was pretty damn scared.

No. No way.

Kaylee sped up into a light jog, the grass impeding her progress slightly, but she fought harder. The girl was constantly looking around in that questioning way that River always had.

“River!”

Her voice was lost. “Go se,” she spat to herself. The wind was just starting to pick up again. She would have to approach River without warning her, which was dangerous enough in itself. The girl, although cute and lovely when she was not a psychotic killer, could easily slash Kaylee into bits. A bit like Jayne and the kitchen knife incident. Things like that happened around River, although Kaylee had learned to adapt.

As the figure’s details became clearer, Kaylee was simultaneously becoming more and more sure that this was River Tam, after all. She was within ten feet, five feet.. She stopped about a foot away, not wanting to alarm River too much. You could never tell what mood she was in. As Zoe had once put it: "She’ll either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It's a toss-up." River’s mood swings did just that – they swung from nice, although odd, girl to evil and dangerous killer.

“River?” her voice was softer and more polite now that they were closer. “Is that you, honey?” She could only pray. Kaylee crossed her fingers behind her back and waited for the girl to turn around. Moreover, Kaylee was hoping that she wouldn't rampage into the nice little cottage just in front of her. One could only hope.

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