Gwendelynn Elspeth O'Connor

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

my name is Betsy, but you can call me Betsy or Betty...either works
i've been on the roleplay scene for Six years.
i'm pretty good. after all, i am only Twenty years old.
i forgot to tell you that i found this site through Torn Leather
and just so you know, this application is complete

Watch the red orange glow!

GwendelynnElspethO'Connor

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore

Gwen,
age, 21
birth date, February 8, 2000
gender, female
sexuality, Straight
blood status, half
wand, Cherry, unicorn tail(although she hates that fact) 10 inches, lightweight and fluid
broom, no broom
house and year, ermmm... Hagrid's hut? lol mayhap she was Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw while she attended...?

The star that I can see!

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hair, blonde, just longer than shoulder length
eyes, blue
height, 5'5''
playby, Reese Witherspoon please!

distinguishing features,
Three long thin scars run down her back from her right shoulder blade across to her left hip.

You’re falling out of reach!

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Likes: Animals, waterfalls, friendliness, cheesy old movies, rain storms, moonlight, innocence, watermelons, Halloween(odd no?) doing things without magic, horseback riding.
Dislikes: Posers, meat, puppy mills, thunder and lighting storms, picking on those who are weaker, early mornings, judgmental people, betrayal, lillies, wasting anything, swift rivers, claustrophobia, clutsy, easily disorientated
Strengths: Great with animals(almost like a sixth sense), loyal, competitive,
Weaknesses: Sometimes not very confident in herself, quiet, self-doubting
Mirror of Erised: A simple life on a farm, surrounded by animals and a family
Fears: corpses, drowning
Boggart: Zombies attacking
Dementor: Drowning, camping with her family one summer, she fell in from a boat. the sensation of being crushed is what they bring about
Patronus: A large wolf, bring reunited with her family after her first big incident
Amortentia: Wood chips, Vanilla, horse manure(don't ask), apple pie, fresh rain on grass
Turn-ons: Arms, confidence(but not too confident), a personality,
Turn-offs: Cocky, coming on too strong, whimps, greasy hair
Overall Personality: Like most people, Gwen can be pretty shy until she gets to know a person, but lately she has been learning to open herself up to meet new people with ease. Great with animals, she tries to be kind and fair to everyone and give everyone the benefit of doubt, but she has a temper when it comes to carelessness, especially when an animal is involved.

Hope you remember me!

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Mother: Helena O'Connor, 45, stay at home mom, loved, cherished, Human, she is a short stout woman who loves to stay home and take care of her husband. Gwen was her miracle child, as she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer at a young age, and wasn't expected to have children
Father: Michael, 49, works at a muggles bank, easy going, pure. Likes dealing with numbers and first started homeschooling Gwen on muggle lessons at an early age
Siblings: None
Other family: There are a few family members from her mother's side, but she's never met them, as they have been trying to keep the magic in the family secret

pets,
Has a large barn owl named Pharaoh, and a large black cat officially named Napoleon, But everyone calls him Chunky or Chunker.

history,
As she was a child who was never supposed to be born, Gwen's family has always cherished and made sure she had everything she could ever have. Born in Ireland, she moved to England at a young age to be prepared and hopefully accepted into the prestigious school of Hogwarts. From a young age, she was always a cluts and her parents tried to keep and eye on her, but they couldn't always succeed.

When she was ten, her family went camping. While hiking, she became separated from her family. Wandering around in search of them, she was ambushed by a large cat of some sort. Luckily, she escaped with only the large scratch along her back for a large black wolf(or large dog) rescued her and returned her to where her family was, (although no one besides her saw the wolf). After going through Hogwarts at a mediocre state, neither outshining nor trailing behind everyone, she made it out with her witching license.

To celebrate her family when camping again. They decided to take a white water rapids trip, where Gwen proceeded to fall in and almost drown to death. Once again, her wolf helper dragged her out of the water and saved her from certain death, and once again, no one saw the so-called-wolf. Now, she's trying to make a living on her own, and hopefully this time, she can do it without almost dying.

Wishes to learn to be an Animangus

I miss your purple hair

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So cold. She was so cold. She couldn't breathe. Ouch. Her head smashed into something but before she could register what it was, she was off in another swirling tumble. She opened her eyes, but nothing seemed right. The colors were off, everything seemed a little too blue. Oh. The river. Thats right, she had fallen off the boat and was now drowning. Odd, she thought, as to how she could be so calm as she was dying.

Her lungs burned, needing the life giving air that was so unavailable. The life giving air, she could see it just feet away from her, but she was too weak to even try and get to it. All she could think was Sorry mum, Da,. She closed her eyes, and her lungs couldn't take it anymore and she open her mouth, filling them with death.

After a moment, she felt a tug at the back of her shirt and the sensation of being pulled against the current was strong. Soon, the scrap of dirt was against her cold skin and while she lay on her side, a thump hit her back, causing the water to come coughing up from her lungs.

After what seemed like forever with her coughing and gagging, she rolled onto her back when it ceased, and looked up into the eyes of her savior. She knew who it was. Knew, yet was completely unaware of the identity. The large black eyes of the wolf stared down at her, unblinking. She lifted a shaky hand and softly stroked the wet fur of the creature. "Thanks again," she said hoarsely. The creature blinked, nodded, then turned and slowly walked away, disappearing out of her line of sight.

Gwen lay quietly, taking deep breathes that hurt with each one, awaiting the family she knew was on its way. They'd find her. They always did. And she was grateful for that.

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.© Shay of Captivating Magic!
She made this and prefer if it you didn't steal
but, if you do steal this, she’ll shine up her fangirl stomping boots
And use them on you. A lot. Please leave the credits.
Lyrics by Our Lady Peace, song: Somewhere Out There

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

She calls me Ronan and I'm okay with that.
I've seen 4 long colds and 4 longs heats, although it wasn't very hot.

I could tell you what I look like, but I guess it would be easier to show you.



I have been trained to guard, attack and protect and Gwendelynn is now my number one priority. So. Watch yourself. *grrrrr.....*