Gwynn Lionsheart

Out of Character:
Name: I don't mind nicknames, and I'd rather be called Kyuu-chan... (Short for Kyuuketsuki, simply because Vampires are my obsession~!!! xD)
Gender: Female.
Age: In my early teens... (Close to my charrie's age!) >>
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In Character

Name: Gwynn Lionsheart. She loves her name, so I wouldn't call her anything else!
Nicknames: Gwynn, if anything.
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Year AND Age: 13, Third Year
Preferred houses: Griffindor
Birthday: June 13th
Canon or Original: Original
Play-by: (?)
Blood Status: Half-Blood (Mother was a witch)

Height: 6ft nothing~
Hair: Straight, short, and dyed black, though it's usually a brownish-redish-gold.
Eye colour: Gray-ish Blue, with a variation of shade in the iris.
Skin: Slightly tanned from loving to be outdoors.
Other distinguishing features: She has a scar that wraps around her left wrist, snaking it's way up her arm to lay coiled as a light scar around her neck. This was from when she got tangled in some barbed wire when she was eight. She almost died of bloodloss that day, but isn't really afraid to show her scars.

Personality: Eccentric and witty at times, and extremely logical and judging at others. She can seem cold to some people but she can't help it. She tries to be a normal girl, that bubbly and happy teen, but most of the time she fails miserably.
Skills: Transfiguraton is quite easy fo her, as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts. Keeping her feelings hidden is a learned skill, and one she is quite good at.
Weaknesses: Potions is something she hates, and a close second is Divination. She's afraid of opening up to someone, for fear that they won't understand her random thought processes, and odd ways.
Likes: FOOD. She loves to try cuisine from all over the world, though half the time she forgets the names of the dishes. Gwynn also loves to read muggle literature, and laugh at the muggle ideas that contain completely bogus information on magic of any sort. She adores the study of Magical Creatures as well, and seems to be able to communicate better then most to some species.
Dislikes: Preps. Gwynn absolutely hates girls (Or guys?) who spend their time with gossip and such. She refuses to be caught DEAD with people of that sort. Another thing is that she really HATES being annoyed, and is not afraid to throw a punch or two.
Oh, and just a warning, I wouldn't disturb Gwynn when she's reading... You might end up with a broken bone or two~!
Motto: "Be Good, or Be Good at it!"
Family Information: Her mother and father were much too infatuated with eachother to really pay attention to their daughter all that much. They did care, but to Gwynn, it didn't seem like they cared enough. She didn't grow up with too many long-lasting friendships, but that was okay, because she found friends in books. Her books WERE her friends. Not to the point that she would talk to them or anything, but she most definately valued them over most people in her life.
Background: Her family lived on a large plot of land, one surrounded by the woods. Gwynn went to one of those rural schools, the ones that went from kindergarten to grade eight, but still never had more then 200 kids in the school at once. She was always the weird-looking one, but she never seemed to mind when they pointed her out, addressing her by rude titles and such.
Short Roleplay:
Gwynn sighed. Life on the farm could be so boring. The ten year old girl kicked at some leaves on the forest floor, in the forest that had been her backyard for as long as she could remember. Her mother and father were inside, and she could hear their laughter about something or other. I bet they wish I would just disappear, Gwynn thought sourly, Then they could be together always, and not have to worry about me walking in and seeing them all 'lovey dovey'! She pouted slightly, sad to have thought that. "No," She said aloud, "Of couse they don't..."
Confused, the girl, book in hand, continued on her walk out to that special rock where she loved toread, simply because it was such a peaceful spot. She smiled at the birdsong, trying her best to imitate their cries.... And failed horribly.

Nice application! Sorted into Gryffindor and I guess she can be a vampire too..

Thanks! Post has been edited~ ^^