HALL, nina diane

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Nina Diane Hall



PLAY BY: Emilie de Ravin

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: None. Isn't "Nina" short enough?
AGE: 16
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
YEAR: Sixth
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
ALLIANCE: Neutral
WEALTH STATUS: Lower Middle Class
SEXUALITY: Straight
PATRONUS: White peacock
BOGGART: Herself stuck in misery, poverty, disgrace.
MIRROR OF ERISED: To be respected, praised and admired by her mother.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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There was always something so appealing to Nina about Hufflepuff. In her eyes, the neutrality it granted her was priceless: there was no preconceived notion of a Hufflepuff like there was of the other Houses. She could be at complete liberty to act however she pleased; unlike Brave Gryffindors, Witty Ravenclaws and Cunning Slytherins. She would only have to be Loyal and, as far as she was concerned, her loyalties to herself were very strong.

Since Nina was a child, her mother had made it very clear that there were many blue eyed blondes in the world and that her brand of pretty was not unique. Of course, Nina took it upon herself to stand out. She smiled widely, laughed loudly, strutted and pranced - in short, she made herself heard. Her exuberant facade is perfectly crafted in such a way that very few can make it crack. The mask hides her insecure side, shielding her craving for someone (ahem, her mother) who would make her feel as if she didn't have to strive to be an ideal girl.

Nina is vain, selfish, jealous, proud and thoughtless. She is vain because likes beautiful things (such as Nina herself) and makes sure to surround herself with them. She is selfish because she can't let go of things that make her feel happy even if she's hurting them. She is jealous because she envies people who are completely happy and fine with who they are. She is proud because her she would rather be dead than disgrace herself. Nina is thoughtless because if you think of others before yourself, you won't get anywhere in life.

Her good traits are few: romantic, clever, persistent, cool headed, and, even though she's convinced happiness comes with riches, she would never lose her dignity for any price.

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Helene Marie Penombre, 34, housewife [PUREBLOOD]
FATHER: Frederick James Hall, 37, receptionist at a dentist's office [MUGGLE-BORN]
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER RELATIVES: Joseph Hall, uncle, Muggle
The Penombre Family who do not acknowledge their Hall relatives
PETS: Penumbra, a tabby cat, former stray
HISTORY:
When Helene Penombre renounced her family name, fortune and prestige to marry muggle-born Fred Hall, she felt like the heroine of the romantic novels she liked to read. The whole affair was the pinnacle of romance in her eyes and she began to consider herself as a sort of selfless martyr: a noble woman living the lower class life in the name of love. But as the months wore on, it became apparent to her that romance novels never told her the full truth about the lower class life. How was she going to use a “microwave”, for example? And only Merlin knows the difference between “laundry detergent” and “fabric softener”!

So when Nina Hall came into this world, after a difficult labor and a long pregnancy that Helene felt had sapped her of her own beauty, Helene began to hope. This newborn, tiny and wrinkled, could be the person that raised the Halls from their current status in life. Her baby daughter Nina would bring prestige, wealth and social standing to their family. So while Fred cooed and marveled at his daughter, Helene formulated a plan in her mind.

At the age of two, Helene placed Nina in ballet classes so she would stand up straight. At the age of three, Helene would slap Nina’s hands if she dared to eat messily at the table. At the age of four, when Silencio didn’t work, Helene stuffed a sock in Nina’s mouth to stifle the child’s sobs and instructed “ladies never cry”. At the age of five, Helene decided to hire a muggle teacher to teach Nina how to read and write – ignoring the fact that it was something Fred’s income could not cover. At the age of seven, when the teacher resigned due to manifestation of Nina’s magic, Helene locked Nina in her own closet until “you learn how to control yourself”.

Inside of the small, pitch-black space at two in the morning, seven year-old Nina resolved that when she grew up, she was going to be the daughter Mama wanted. Then she moved some of her sweaters around and drifted to sleep only to be woken up at crack of dawn by her father letting her out.

When she arrived at Hogwarts, she reveled in the pressure less life of a Hufflepuff. She made “friends” and acquaintances that met her mother’s requirements and tried to remain in their good graces, never connecting with them. If she was honest with herself, her closest friend was her cat. She felt as lonely as she did at home but she never let up her front. There was too much to lose if she tried to be like others. Nina wanted to succeed in her mother’s eyes.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Echo
AGE: 17
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
A willowy sixth year treaded lightly on the floor of the Hogwarts Library, balancing a hazardously tall stack of books in her arms. Some students exchanged bewildered gazes, especially the firsties who had never met the girl and those OWL students who were stepping inside the Library for the first time. The assortment of books was also no help in determining the girl’s purpose in reading. Muggle classics, wizard encyclopedias, The Marvelous Book on Nothing and others form part of the small tower. In fact, they piled so high that they obscured Wren Johnson’s vision completely and she had to resort to craning her neck to see around it.

She set them down on one of the mahogany tables, taking care to choose a small secluded one in the back. Her sense of privacy was dissatisfied with this, so Wren then proceeded to arrange the books in such a way that they formed a mini fortress around her nook. There. Now nobody would see what she was doing.

Wren took out a weathered, leather-bound sketchbook out of her school bag, flipping through the well-worn pages until she finally found a blank one. She picked out a book on birds from one of the top layers of her protection and propped it up on one of the walls of her fortress . The books teetered dangerously.

In an orderly manner, Wren dumped the contents of her pencil case on her section of the wooden table, paper clips, stub of her erasers, soft lead pencils and all. She flipped through the pages of her selected book to find a picture of a pretty Macaw. That would do for today, she decided. She had been feeling tropical lately.

Soon submerging herself in a state of utmost concentration, the brunette diligently scratched away, taking in the like between the bird on the page and the free flying photograph in the book. Of course, she barely noticed as, almost half an hour later, the table shifted slightly and the chair in front of her creaked. After a minute or so, Wren raised her grey eyes from the page and quickly searched for a certain hue of red. Wren saw that her favorite shade of crimson had rolled away from her, the sneaky little pencil slipping through a crack in the wobbly fortress constructed by its owner. Raising her head, so that her neck ached slightly, Wren interrupted what the person opposite of her had been doing. “Could you please hand me my pencil? The red one?”

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