Arden M. Meyers

[Arden M. O'Meyer]

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

What’s your name?: LUNACIES
How long have you been doing this?: 5 years...

Q. U. I. C .K . Q .U .I .Z

So… how did you discover this site? I GOT A LINK.
How can we reach you?: Aim if I give it to you, and PM if I don't.

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

Name: Arden M. Meyers
Age: 14 going on 15.
Gender: Female
Blood status: Muggle-born
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Scraggly, dirty blonde with streaks of random colors.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 100 lbs
House: Ravencla-aw!
Year: 4th, I think.

Play-By: Dakota Fanning in Push

Canon or Original? ORIGINAL.


Appearance: To the average person walking down the street, Arden looks a bit scary. Hollow cheeks, rabid eyes and scraggly hair- you'd probably expect her to be hiding a knife in her sleeve or something. She walks with a certain slouch or attitude, one that kind of radiates "I don't care what you think".

Her hair is dyed a bunch of random colors- hot pink, faded green, some yellow...whatever comes to her mind. Her eyes tend to have a kind of rabid, hungry look to them- like a street rat, almost. Also, they tend to be surrounded by dark circles; she doesn't get much sleep.

Arden likes to dress typically in jackets and combat boots, feeling that they are the most comfortable things to wear.

Wand Material: Hippogriff talon, Ash, 10 1/2 inches
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration
Patronus: Raccoon
Boggart: An endless field of grass, with nothing else- thats all she can see when a boggart comes toward her.

Personality: There are some people that just have an unmistakable attitude. Not a bad attitude...just an attitude. Arden's one of those people. Its kind of like a "I don't care what you think about me attitude", but it doesn't come off as lazy. More so...intimidating and very snarky, one would say. Another thing about Arden you can't help but notice is how laid-back she is. Sure, she gets angry like the regular person, but she's mastered the art of concealing it. Sometimes something in her just snaps and she looses it, but only sometimes.

Sarcasm and Arden kind of go hand-in-hand, and you can't really ignore it. Every sentence she speaks has at least a little bit of sarcasm in it- its just a natural reflex for her. Also, Arden is mature for her age. Her tendencies are not at all like a child- she doesn't crave attention or affection. In fact, affection or attention are both rather uncomfortable feelings for her. She doesn't like being to emotionally close to people- again, its just weird for her.

One thing she can't stand is a whiner. People who constantly whine and complain totally get on her nerves. Most of the time, she'll just shout at them to,"Shut up and quit whining!".

Arden is also rather frugal, and knows when something is a good deal. This also applies to this thing she has- she just has a sense of when a decision she's making is right or wrong. Arden also has a rebellious side, and doesn't like being told what to do, unless its by someone she appreciates. Basically, she won't take any instruction from someone whose dumber then her.

Clever and witty are two words that can definitely describe Arden. She's an intelligent girl, with street and booksmarts to boot.

A huge negative on her part is that Arden just...doesn't like people in general. In fact, they all annoy her in their own special way. This can come off as her being incredibly rude to some people she shouldn't be rude to. Arden tends to bond more with people older then her, as she finds many girls her age don't relate to her as well as she would like.

Also, Arden can almost never forgive someone. She herself is not loyal in the slightest bit, but she values loyalty in other people. If you lie to her once, consider yourself dead in her book.

Likes: {at least 5}
* Dueling
* Transfiguration- her favorite subject.
* Potions
* Computers
* Science
* Sweet things
* Quidditch

Dislikes: {at least 5}
~People who are un-loyal to her.
~Bad books
~Professor Binns
~Fairytales, except for Anastasia.
~Bad movies

Strengths: {at least 5}
* Transfigurations- most likely her best subject since Day 1.
* She's a very fast runner, and is rather sneaky.
* Clever, quick on her feet.
* Intelligent.
* Works better alone then in groups.

Weaknesses: {at least 5}
~ Snarky, rude, cruel.
~ Care of Magical Creatures- she can manage a Hipogriff pretty well, but other animals just tend to dislike her.
~ Cannot work in a group.
~ Not loyal to anyone.
~ Drinking- guilty pleasure to her.

History:

Arden comes from... an odd family, to say the least. Her father- Thomas Shaw- was never really with her mother. Arden came from a one night stand. So, when Arden's mother died giving birth to her, that left her in the custody of her rather crazy grandmother. They lived in a very bustling, busy part of London together in a small flat- just the two of them. Now, Arden's grandmother was crazy, to say the least.

She swore at every other thing, had avid conversations with the pigeons that often flew into their flat, and let her 14 grand-daughter drink as she pleased. Her name was Ingrid, and she was more toward the end of being street-smart as opposed to being booksmart.

Ingrid always had a feeling that Arden was different, and not because of her...overall personality. Just because. There were incidents that really just stood out about Arden. Maybe it was when their refridgerator decided to turn into a tree one day, or when all the pencils in their flat disappeared, only to be replaced by squiggly earthworms. Needless to say, she was something different.

When she got her letter at the age of 11, she wasn't really sure what to think. All she knew was that it wasn't a hoax, and that there was some random school out there for her.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she was sorted into the Ravenclaw after asking the sorting hat as it was placed on her head, "If you know everything, tell me, why's the sky blue? And don't tell me its because "god intended it to be that way",
'cause I don't believe in that crap."



Sample Post:

Wisps of steam curled off of the top of the coffee cup, planted in front of a young girl. Her elegant fingers picked up a plastic green stirrer and she mixed the concoction around, watching anxiously as the white cream blended with the dark liquid. Is this truly what children do for...fun, these days", she pondered, watching as more people entered the doorway. Anxiously watching and listening to the chime of the bells over the door, she peeled off her coat and leaned a hand on her flawless cheek.

"One vanilla frappé, a biscotti and...two caramel frappucinos."

The girl turned her head in the direction of the voice, watching as green-apron clad workers scuttled around the small area designated for making the beverages. She cautiously lifted the cup to her lips and took a long, lingering sip. Coffee was never her favorite drink- it even made goddesses feel jittery and uncomfortable. She bit down on her scalded tongue, her auburn-toned eyes focused on the doorway.

Of course, when she came, it would be obvious. A continuous motion of turning heads would all swivel around to get even a glimpse of her. Aphrodite, that was. The goddess of love had a small place in Artemis's heart, and that was only reserved for family matters. No, it was obvious that Aphrodite and Artemis clashed like vinegar and baking soda. She tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes wandering down to the floor.

The table to her right was alive with the pitter patter of keys on a computer's keyboard. To her left, a couple sat, sharing a cup of coffee. She sneered, disgusted, and lifted her hand. With the flick of her fingers, she sent the male in said pair flying out of his chair and on to the floor. The coffee cup on their table spilled over, and hot coffee trickled down onto his face. A satisfied glint appeared in Artemis's eye as she turned her attention back to the doorway.

Her Hunters weren't here- she wouldn't allow them to come. It wasn't safe for them to be around Aphrodite...who knew what she would do to them? Cause them to fall in love with bears, she thought angrily. She knew exactly why Aphrodite wanted to meet up with her, and she didn't like it. Oh, love is good, stubborn little Arty- why don't you give it a try, Artemis thought, mocking Aphrodite.

As soon as this meeting ended, the goddess and her hunters would be long gone. The city was no place for them. Confined, trapped, smothered in fumes and gasoline...disgusting. No, as soon as this meeting was over, Artemis and her Hunters would take to some fabulously natural location- far from the noxious city.

A glob of foam stuck to her upper lip as she took another drawling sip from her drink. She grabbed the tan napkin and wiped the smudge of artificial sweetness on her lip off. Her clever and elusive eyes wandered over to the insignia on the cup- Starbucks.

Two immortal goddess's who could send the world into pure turmoil and chaos, were having a get-together at Starbucks.

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

[SEEKERIN]

ACCEPTED!!!