WHITESHAW, Elizabeth Griffen

[Elizabeth Griffen Whiteshaw]

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ELIZABETH GRIFFEN WHITESHAW

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₪NAME; Elizabeth Griffen Whiteshaw
₪NICKNAMES; Griffey, Griffen, Griff, Lizzie, Liz
₪AGE AND BIRTHDAY; 15--Sept 17, 1994
₪SEX; Female
₪ORIENTATION; Straight
₪OCCUPATION; Student
₪MAJOR; Transfiguration

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₪HAIR; Griffen's hair is pretty short for a girl. She likes it at her shoulders, nothing less, nothing more. Her hair is naturally a bright red colour. The red hair curls softly around her face, and she has no bangs. Her hair is neatly parted in the middle and curls from there.
₪EYES; Griffen's eyes are a smoldering brown, which display an array of emotions. They can change their appearance quickly, and when in the correct light, they reflect a golden ribbon. Her eyes are a soft oval shape, and pretty small. When she is angry, her eyes smolder with an amber colour. When she is happy, her eyes brighten with a golden colour and they light like a candle. Her eyes always speak what she's feeling.
₪BODY; Griffen is very short for her age. She only comes to most people's chests, and always has to look up. Being the artsy type, she spends a lot of time in the sun, but more so inside. Her skin is not too tan, but it isn't terribly pale, either. Her body is not too curvy, but she has a faint hourglass figure.
₪CLOTHES; Griffen loves to wear lots of layers, or bulky clothing. She will not show herself off with barely any clothes. She will wear the occasional jeans, but not that often. She likes to dress nice, with maybe a tank top, an undershirt, and a vest over that. The more layers--the better.
₪MAKEUP; Griffen with makeup? Pfft!
₪OTHER; She has an Irish accent.
₪FACE CLAIM; None.

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₪PERSONALITY; Griffen is a very quiet person. She likes quiet, open rooms without anyone in them. She doesn't like to talk to people much, but when you get to know her, she is really nice. She can be sarcastic at times, and loves to use her intelligence to make others stop in their tracks. She is terribly afraid of being in the spotlight. She never raises her hand in class, being afraid she'll be chosen. If someone calls her name, she'll duck her head and try to avoid them, unless she knows them really well. She will shrink in her chair if she is called on. Let me tell you, Griffen blushes a lot! Even if she doesn't know someone. She bites her nails occasionally, but it's something she does too often. Griffen does not enjoy talking to guys, she even finds it painful. She has never been raised with raging hormones, so she's not one to get a crush on someone.

When she's nervous or scared, she'll curl up into a ball, no matter where she is. If Griffen becomes a friend to someone, she's very loyal. She likes to keep them happy and can be pretty crazy when she wants to be. She likes to be happy, but most of the time, she isn't. She doesn't enjoy being around large groups of people and go to great lengths to ignore them. She isn't known to have any friends, and she's not really looking forward to one.

₪PHOBIAS; Small spaces, crowded places, spiders, heights, afraid of her friends getting hurt, afraid of her father dying, finding life is a dream.
₪BAD HABITS; Chews cheeks when nervous, blushes when she gets embarrassed, depends on her friends, is violent when it comes to drugs, bites nails when scared, or nervous, rides horses when angry.
₪LIKES; Her father, her mother, art, red, purple, blue, brown, green, reading, learning.
₪DISLIKES; People, summer, spring, drugs, tattoos, piercings, black, gray, showy clothing, rambunctious people, mean kids.
₪GOALS; Get through the year. Try to go through the whole year alone. Get the highest grade in more that half her classes.
₪SECRETS; Her mother died when she was five, she hasn't had a friend almost all of her life so far, she used to steal cookies from her father's plate when he wasn't looking, drank milk/juice from the carton.
₪HOBBIES; Practicing magic, reading, walking around the campus, and avoiding people (if you call that a hobby).
₪HOUSE; Ravenclaw
₪OTHER; Purple. xD

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₪HOMETOWN; Wales, Ireland
₪NOW LIVES; Hogwarts
₪FATHER; Jimmie Whiteshaw
₪MOTHER; Joanne Whiteshaw
₪SIBLINGS; None.
₪HISTORY;
Elizabeth Griffen Whiteshaw was born in Wales, Ireland. She was born bald, as most babies, but she grew into the orange-red hair. Her hair was very curly, but at this point, no one noticed. Griffen was an explorer. She would go anywhere, and try to figure out how things would work. Her father was busy in the Ministry of Magic, tinkering with muggle objects which Griffen's mother owned. He was so fascinated about all these special gadgets. When Griffen turned five, her magical abilities sprouted. Their house was raided by numerous Death Eaters, and it was too much for one wizard to take. They only wanted to kill the muggle--Griffen's mother. Her father refused and fought them out, hiding the little red head in a cabinet. She saw everything that happened through the small crack. This is how everyone found out she was a wizard. One Death Eater flew upwards, getting his head smashed into the ceiling. Another was completely smashed by air. The other ran in terror, not knowing what force was at hand here. But it was too late. Her mother lie as stiff as a board, as white as a ghost, on the floor.

Everyone took her mother's death very seriously. No one was safe and they moved to a smaller town in Ireland, hoping the Death Eaters would not return for the half-muggle child. Griffen never got attention after that. Her father was always gone, at the Ministry and she was left with a very personal nanny. Oh, how Griffen hated that nanny! She would pitch a fit when her father left and would refuse to sleep. When it came to food time, she splattered the nurse with food. The nurse being a Squib, she could not handle the magical happenings the child had created. The ceiling fan almost crushed her and when she walked down the stairs, a bag of marbles fell out of no where and she tripped and fell. Eventually, the nanny retired--a little too early for her own good. Her father couldn't find anyone else they knew closely, so he took her into the Ministry with him. She was always amazed by the paper airplanes carrying messages whizzing by and all the bright colours.

The day came when Griffen Whiteshaw turned eleven. There was a celebration, of course, but it only consisted in her and her father. Cake was left over and party balloons lay strewn everywhere. Even if this family had magic, they didn't use it. Griffen begged her father to teach her magic, but he said he wasn't allowed to. Then the day came when she received a letter from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father bought all the necessary needs, even if he didn't have the money, and she went to Hogwarts to fill in her education. She always found Hogwarts very beautiful in architecture, and believed everything that happened in the History of Magic. She believed in Voldemort, and the infamous Harry Potter. She's found books about him and read many of them. She took a liking to Ron, with his red hair and his awkwardness. She just loved him. Being alone, you sort of do have to have an imaginary friend.

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₪NAME; Griffen
₪AGE; ---
₪HOW YOU FOUND US; I made the site.. ><
₪EXPERIENCE; One and a half years
₪OTHER; Blue~
₪ROLEPLAY SAMPLE;

[bg=000000] ////Being in a one-bedroom house, Aaric and I did have to share the bed. Luckily, I'm not a light sleeper. Aaric crawled out of bed, made breakfast, got dressed, and left without my knowing. I just lie in the bed, face first in the pillow. If I knew what I was doing in my sleep, I would fix it right away, I promise you that. Aaric had gone for his morning jog and came back. At this point I was awake, but I didn't want to be. I was really tired for some reason. I hid under the covers as Aaric took a shower and got re-dressed. Did I sneak a peek? Hell no, that's gross! When I heard him leave, I sat up, scratching my head and yawning. I rubbed my eyes, silently asking them to put everything in focus. Everything looked a little fuzzy, and my eyes were watering. I sighed and rolled to Aaric's side of the bed (yes, we have sides) where I grabbed my pair of glasses off the side table. They weren't much, just black-thick framed glasses. ////We had gotten them in Colorado because I couldn't see the trees and rocks in the snow because it all looked white to me. So, skiing was a bad idea without them. I crawled out of bed, instinctively pulling down my shirt to cover my butt. Yeah, I was wearing pants, but I always do it. I blinked at the dresser seeing it come in focus. Brilliant! I opened it but immediately closed it. Do you know how hard it is to live with someone? It's really hard--for me, at least. I had opened Aaric's clothes drawer. Don't ask me which article. I walked to the other dresser and opened that, seeing it was strictly my clothes. I don't think Aaric would mind if I wore his clothes, but, really, they are way too big for me. I'd get lost in one of his shirts. I pulled off my shirt and stuffed that into the hamper as I put on an aquamarine long-sleeved shirt. I grabbed some jeans (I know, it's not much in this cold weather, but when you're riding horses, it's all you need) and put those on. ////I made my way to the bathroom, still feeling sluggish. I didn't look like much in the mirror. I just looked like me. Red hair everywhere, pale face, and a mole next to my nose. I poked it, growling. Stupid mole... I sighed and ran a brush through my tangled hair. I then put my hair up in a ponytail, since the hair gets annoying when you ride. I really needed to ride Shadow, or at least give him some leg work. I brushed my teeth and put on some deodorant. I kept feeling like something was going to happen today--something important, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I walked out of the bedroom and to the living room, where I grabbed my coat. I slid that on and went into the kitchen to grab a granola bar. I'm never hungry in the mornings, but something is better than nothing. I opened that and bit it, walking out of our little home. I walked down the stairs into the office after closing the door. As I reached the bottom, the granola bar was completely gone and the wrapper was crushed into a ball. I threw that into the trashcan. Hey! It went in! ////Smiling, I zipped up my jacket and glanced at the daytimer. Yep, something important was happening today. Someone named Marshall was coming in. Aaric had brought home some mustangs, which made me flip. Where the hell did he get them? A shady dealer. Great. I finally got the whole story out of him and he told me they were wild mustangs. If he hadn't bought them, they would have gotten slaughtered. This is when I start to freak. Slaughtering horses? Forgetting all about the fact that Aaric was bringing in more horses into my barn, I started to think who would slaughter a horse? Bastards. I shook my head, and walked out of the office. I stepped into the cold barn, shivering at the sudden temperature. I put my hands in my pockets, taking out a pair of gloves that would keep my hands warm. I slipped those on and walked to the stalls. I heard hooves and I looked to see Aaric taking Felicity and Static out to the pastures. That was confirmed when I saw that both of their stalls were empty. ////Static popped his head out of the stall, looking at me excitedly. He had been very cheery since we brought those other mustangs. I was sort of afraid of what he'd do. With Shadow, you never know what's going on in that head of his. I patted his nose, which made him whinny. Every other horse in the barn responded and I shook my head. "Why are you so excited?" I murmured, as if he'd answer back. he looked at me with his eyes half closed. I sighed through my nose and patted the spot between his ears, turning around when I heard more footsteps. Aaric had entered the barn again and as much as I wanted to run to him and jump on top of him, I couldn't. Running in these barns was not allowed (part of the rules Aaric and I made), so I walked at a moderate pace the opposite way to get to him quicker. I put my hands under my arms, biting my lips as I heart yet more hooves. A chestnut horse walked into the barn with a girl on the back of it. Was this Marshall? ////Aaric had reached her first and I had to walk past the office to get to them. I went around the horse, not sure what it was capable of. "Pretty horse you've got there," I murmured, motioning to the horse. I went quiet, not saying anything. Hey, I need to tell her who I am, right? Right? "Oh, I'm Griffen." Stupid shyness making me forget everything! I scratched my nose, but with these gloves, I couldn't accomplish much. She looked perhaps as nervous as I was. Here I am, a really shy girl with no social skills owning a barn up for lease. Wow, I'm really smart. It was a good thing I had Aaric on my side. He's really easy to talk to. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- status / Done ; Not Done tagged / Griffen, Aaric, Marshall word count / One one zero four. credit / Tye Lily for idea--Griffen for images and post. notes / (:

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Griffen made this template, along with the
help from Mess With Me and she doesn't
want you to use it. So, keep your mice off of
this template, or she'll hunt you down and
shoot you. Got it?

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[Griffen]

Oi, accepting your own biography. >< ... Accepted, Luff! <3