DAWNAY, reese.

[reese charlotte dawnay.]

REESECHARLOTTEDAWNAY

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DO YOU R E M E M B E R WHEN WE MET

name: ferret.
age: older than all y'all !! probably...
contact info: pm
rp experience: about five years .
other characters: none .

WHEN WE M E T T H A T SUMMER

name: reese charlotte dawnay .
nicknames: reese's . charlie ( only her brother gets to call her that )
grade: citizen . is supposed to be a freshman in college .
play by: emma watson .

I THINK ITS F L Y W H E N GIRLS STOP

likes:

[x] any form of art
[x] fashion
[x] warm weather
[x] sunsets
[x] bright colors
[x] being and making people happy
[x] doing things her own creative way
[x] the ocean
[x] her record player
[x] music
[x] exploring new places
[x] talking with people
[x] boys...what straight girl doesn't?

dislikes:

[x] school
[x] the pressure to go to college
[x] cold weather
[x] being stuck in the house
[x] meat
[x] the hatred that goes along with politics
[x] people being mean to people
[x] her grandparents
[x] shopping malls
[x] people judging her by her looks
[x] when she is clumsy

BY FOR T H E S U M M E R FOR THE

personality:

[x] outgoing
[x] energetic
[x] creative
[x] sometimes clumsy
[x] extremely caring
[x] loyal to friends
[x] trusting
[x] gets jealous easily
[x] sunny

family:

[x] Charles Dawnay, father, divorced, hasn't seen reese in 11 years
[x] Charlotte Dawnay, mother, co-owns huge real estate company
[x] Adam Dawnay, older brother by three years, goes to local university
birth place / hometown: los angeles / santa monica

history:

Reese was an extremely lucky baby. Born with two young successful parents, into a family that had been known for its wealth for centuries, it seemed as if Reese was going to have life easy for her. Well we all know that it doesn't turn out that way. Sure, as a toddler growing up, Reese had all the fancy toys and stuff and a nanny to look after her. The only thing lacking was her parents. Thank goodness that she had her older brother to keep her socialized. In fact, reese and her oler brother rarely played with any of their expensive dolls and trucks, but instead amused themselves by entertaining each other. It was one of those few sibling relationships that every other parents looks at in envy. When Reese was born, they lived in a high rise apartment in L.A. however when she was four, they moved out to santa monica to live in a luxurious beach mansion.

Life was pretty good for Reese during elementary school and such, going to a private school with her mother making sure that she was hanging out with the right sort of kids, aka rich kids. Her picture-perfect life sort of fell apart when her parents started fighting. These fights weren't just disagreements either. They were full on screaming matches, resonating off the walls of the house. At first Reese used music to block out the voices, and then turned to exploring outside. Her real connection with the outdoors stemmed from that. Nature still has a calming effect on her and she still uses it as an escape from the world of her family. When she was eight, her parents finally decided to do what was best for their children. They filed for a divorce. After everything was settled, Reese's father left and consequently, she never saw him again. Today she doesn't really care to talk to him, or see him again. She is still bitter about not wanting to have anything to do with her or her brother after the divorce. The only contact that he had had was sending a wedding invitation to Reese and Adam a couple years. They didn't go.

When high school came around, Reese was pretty much over the issue of her dad. Her hobbies were starting to show and as she explored the things that high school opened up to her, she found her artistic side. She loved doing anything that involved the arts. Anything and everything artistic, she did it. Since her family's bank account could take it, an interest in the fashion industry really struck her. Even though her style was pretty girly, her choice of friends really wasn't. She didn't hang out with most of the girls at her private school, all of them being obsessed with unnecessary drama that Reese didn't really care about. Instead, she usually hung out with her brother's friends. They loved having her around though and she soon became just another part of the group. It was a little hard, not having very many friends to go shopping with or being looked at as 'just another one of the guys' to the guy that you like. In fact, Reese continues to struggle with that. As for college, Reese never really expressed an interest to go. Her mother was furious when she found out that Reese hadn't applied to any schools. Her mother still tells her friends that Reese is just taking a year off, but truth is, going to college is about the last thing Reese wants to do.

SHES BEEN G O N E S I N C E THAT SUMMER

anything else:
member group: adult .
role play example: from another site.

Even though one could hear the steady beat of rainfall against the castle roof, the ceiling of the great hall was merely a gloomy overcast. The fireplaces were lit and the warm, overall glow of the great hall gave the room a cozy feeling compared to the cold, wet outside. There were few students in the great hall at the moment since it was around three in the afternoon. The tables that usually house glorious amounts of food lay bare, apart for the few students scattered in various places. William sat at the Gryffindor table, a single book and a piece of parchment laying before him. Although the school year had just started, Will had always maintained the mindset that if you just got your homework done early, school in general would be much more fun and much less work. As he was in his seventh year, however, Will was starting to realize that either way, he was going to do copious amounts of work. Most of it interesting though. He had been trying desperately to figure out what he wanted to do with his life and at this point he was leaning toward something with the ministry. Although he didn't like the way the ministry was handling itself during this war, Will really couldn't think of anything else that he wanted to do. Something inside him was calling him to be a judge, so that when his brother was on trial, the one who knew Luke the most would be the one to decide his fate. But for right now, all that Will could do was study hard and hope to god that his brother changed his ways before it came to that.

Although his books were in front of him, his eyes were locked on the stained glass window, watching the raindrops race each other on their winding track to the bottom of the frame. He was having one of those moments when his thoughts got away from him and he didn't even realize that he was staring at something, but not processing it. He didn't even know what he was thinking about. A dose of schoolwork to come, an onze of what he was going to do after dinner, and a pinch of fear. Fear was something that most of the students couldn't easily get away from. Knowing that outside these walls, a full fledged war between Lord Voldemort with his followers and the wider magical community. One part of Will had the urge to go out and help, to fight for what he really believed in. He could picture his brother being a minion for the Dark Lord and occasionally his thoughts would slip to wondering what his brother had been assigned to do. Will's eyes snapped out of the trance and back down to his half-written page of parchment. Will couldn't always worry about the war though. He had school and he knew he wouldn't be helpful to the fight until he knew everything he could and finished school with a skill.

William sighed and looked around. It was only him and a small group of Hufflepuff girls, giggly and teasing each other. It was a Friday and although most students were still in class, the general air around the castle was excitement, even with the downpour taking place outside. As Will procrastinated, he noticed that he always tended to dress a little nicer on Fridays. Today he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also had khakis on which was a weird occurrence for him but after a couple minutes he remembered that all his other pants had been dirty. So he looked a little better than most days but he concluded that it was mostly due to not having done laundry in some time. He breathed heavily again and mentally got prepared to get back into his schoolwork. He had been working on this essay for about an hour now and if he could muster up the energy to finish it by dinner, he calculated that he wouldn't have to do homework until Sunday. And then he would only have studying to do so that he kept on top of things. It was rare to see a student like him work so hard at school, but Will thought it was probably the most important thing in his life right now.

After reading a section in his charms book, he went back to writing furiously with his quill. For a guy, he had pretty nice handwriting, a product of his mother being bored from having to stay home with the kids instead of working. He had written two more paragraphs when he heard the building roar in the hallway. He looked at the clock and sure enough, it was a couple minutes past the hour. Classes were letting out and most students would be done for the weekend at this time. Will wondered what everyone would be up to on a day like this, especially if the weather kept through the weekend. His friends would probably still go out and play a game of quiddich on the muddy field if there was no practice going on. Will knew that at least the Gryffindor team had decided against practices on the weekends, himself being a beater. Will tried to work through the increasing noise coming from the hallways and was glad that people probably wouldn't be congregating in here for at least another half-an-hour. Will would have transferred to the library if earlier in the day Peeves hadn't made it his goal to knock down all the books in the entire library. Even with the professors that didn't have class, it would still take at least a night to get everything back in order. So here he was, furiously writing in the cloudy Great Hall, wondering how much longer he would have of partial quietness.

( c ) emily. made for the site " since that summer "