Nbushe "Duma" Fiddler

[Nbushe "Duma" Fiddler]

T. H. E. P. U. P. P. E. T. E. E. R.

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How old again?: Can’t Say
How long have you been doing this?: 1 year

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T. H. E. M. A. R. I. O. N. E. T. T. E.

Name: Nbushe Maria Fiddler
Age: 16
Gender: Female
House: Griffindor
Year: Sixth Year
Play-By: Amanda Crew


Canon or Original? Original


Appearance: Duma is a rather simple girl, olive skin, brown eyes and brown hair. You wouldn't quite expect her to have been born in South Africa, and have moved to Little Whinging when she was ten. Most of the time, when not wearing robes, she wears a white long sleeve shirt, a knitted beanie that ranges in different colors such as red, yellow, green, purple, and depending on the weather will be wearing either shorts or jeans along with a simple pair of Chuck Taylors. Her wand is always with her somehow, since she doesnt like to leave anywhere without it.

Wand Material: 9' Holly and Phoenix Feather
Wand Expertise: Dueling
Patronus: Cheetah
Boggart: Elephants

Personality: Duma is a pretty cool person. Not socially, but if you get to talking to her, she's quite interesting, due to the mix of African and English accents. She has advice, and loves giving it out, but sometimes can seem a bit shy, not liking to be in big crowds a lot, due to claustrophobia. She's a halfblood, her father being muggle born and all, and Duma has never truly had any riffs at school without reason. Most of the time she has people call her Duma, no matter what, including teachers, because honestly how many people could pronounce Nbushe? Either way, she takes pride in her speed and other abilities, and enjoys a good laugh also. So dont be afraid to go up and talk to her!

Likes:
* Dueling
* Running
* Griffindor
* Being on the Quidditch team
* Hogwarts
Dislikes:
~ People Being Called MudBloods
~ Dark Arts
~ Elephants
~ Slythrin
~ Haughty People

History:
Duma's parents were wizards from Little Whinging, her father taking on the muggle job of being an archeologist, her mother tagging along. Whilst in Scouth Africa, she was born, and named after their friend, Nbushe. Before they moved back to Little Whinging, the Fiddler's stayed in South Africa for ten years, their daughter had by then been affectionately nicknamed Duma, for her speed. She was the fasted kid in the neighborhood.

Soon enough, much to her dismay they moved to Little Whinging, and she got her Hogwarts Acceptance letter. They went through the whole shibang, get the wand and robes and everything. As a gift Duma got a snow owl, and is quite content with it. She got accepted into Griffindor, and loved Defense Against the Dark Arts class, excelling at it more than her other classes. Of course, she tried hard in other classes too.

Once, when they had a dueling club, Duma joined, and loved it. Ever since she's been crazy about Dueling, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Quidditch, she's a Chaser for Griffindor, since she's fast, and sometimes works as a replacement Seeker. Duma doesnt see herself as popular, but does talk to people, so at least she somewhat gets out in the open.

Sample Post: 815 words, taken from x1x8x9x9x

Doll sat on the edge of the roof, watching as the sunset. She couldn't help the pang of loneliness that went through her when she realized that most of the time she was on the roof she was with Spot. He was probably still down in Boston, at that meeting, but she still wished that he was there at the moment. She wondered that if he felt lonely too. Looking towards the water, she leaned back on her hands as she watched the last of the light dance off the reflection coming from the water. For some odd reason, it just reminded her of how things could be.

One moment here, the next, gone. Maybe it was because one moment that glimmer of light was over in one spot, then it was gone. Here was gone. That's how it felt to Doll, it felt like underneath her, the world was gone and she was falling. Falling hard, and would slam into the water's surface. Being in charge wasn't her plan, and all she could think of was just wanting the meeting to be done with. She wanted the meeting to be gone, so that way Spot could be home.

It was a selfish thought, she realized, and she felt ashamed that she had let herself feel like that. Doll knew that Spot had things to do, and that it was selfish of her to want him to be back, just so she wouldn't feel lonely and didn't have to be on the roof alone. Sure, being on the roof with Bear, Muse, Berlin or Jax was fine, heck she could handle Singer's company, but at the moment she just didn't want to be around any of them. Tired, and a bit cold, Doll felt like a gargoyle, perched on top of a building to protect it's home.

But of course, there was no way for her to truly protect her home. She didn't know how. The breeze came, and blew strands of her hair out of her face, feeling like a cold breath on her cheeks. Doll was never a fan of the cold, but it was what got her moving in the morning, because if you stood still you could become a popsicle. Looking back down, she realized that parts of the river would be very, very icy. How icy, she didn't know.

Doll wondered about ice skating.

How could people slide across ice, for fun? Memories from long ago came back. She was four, with her brother and father and they were on a ship, a cargo ship. Their father worked for the ship, and it had been very, very cold. The snow would stick in her hair and eyelashes, anywhere it wouldn't melt. It wasn't as cold as that memory from long ago, but it was still cold. Shivering, she rolled down the sleeves of her shirt and buttoned them up, as if the fabric would keep her warm.

It was too cold out to not wear shoes, so she had to deal with a pair she borrowed from Enya, who was a confident to her, someone that, besides Muse, she could talk to, someone who would listen, but not ask. Muse was Doll's best friend though, that would probably never change. But, Enya was closest in shoe size, so it would do. Doll hated shoes, they always felt uncomfortable, as if they would squeeze the life out of her toes, even though they were what was barely keeping them warm. Contemplating on whether or not to go inside, she stayed out.

Even though it was cold, the sunset felt like it would give her the last rays of warmth the sun could offer. At first, she didn't know why she was going to stay outside in the cold, but then she felt it. A snowflake. It was snowing. Closing her eyes, she felt each tiny snowflake that fell on her, each one cold. Right now, she didn't want to go inside. The cold would distract her from whatever loneliness she felt at the moment, it would freeze over whatever emotion that she didn't like.

But the cold still wouldn't freeze over the feeling of loneliness without Spot. How long had it been since she last saw him? Doll had lost count of the days, and it felt like it had been forever. How long was forever? Scolding herself mentally, she brought her mind elsewhere, but it all came back to the same person. Bringing her knees up to her chest for warmth, she rested her forehead on them, hot tears stinging against her cold cheeks. She cried silently, not caring if anyone watched her, not caring if anyone cared at all.

Though she did wish she heard who was behind her right then.

D. O. Y. O. U. S. W. E. A. R?

You’ve been informed of what you can and cannot do. You’ve been oriented on the current events happening all around us. You know that you must follow all the things that have been set before you. So now, are you sure you have what it takes to live in this treacherous era?

Seal it with your blood!

I solemnly swear that I, MOUSE, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining DTH, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[VESSINDOR]

ACCEPTED!