Post by MACKENZIE ALEXANDRA KIRKE on Sept 10, 2012 14:49:35 GMT
mackenzie alexandra kirke
[/b] Mackenzie is genuinely a gentle person. Unless you anger her,which is nearly impossible to do,you'll rarely see her dark side. Some say that it’s due to her innate laziness. Sophie is almost obnoxiously friendly and cheerful to just about everyone. Some call her a loud-mouth, she calls it being social. She's the type that greets everyone with a smile, even those she really doesn't like. She has an almost annoyingly optimistic outlook on life, greeting everything head-on. She always believes that it will be all right in the end, no matter what, and though she can get down at times, she keeps her chin up. She seems to always be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, greeting everyone with a friendly smile and a fond word. She never seems to run out of energy, always bouncing about vivaciously. Although it can be an annoying trait of hers, Sophie is that girl who always asks a million questions and, once she gets answers to her questions, comes up with a million more. Annoying, but she seems to have a curiosity that is never satisfied.
full name: mackenzie alexandra kirke
age: seventeen
year: seventh
birthday: march 25th
blood line: half-blood
occupation: student
house: gryffindor
Kenzie has a stubborn streak a mile wide. even if she is proven wrong, she will not change her path. She has been known as ‘mule-headed’, and once she has decided to do something, the gods help everyone, because she will do it. Once she makes a promise, be sure that she’ll keep to it. On the good side, this makes her an incredibly loyal friend. She'll do anything for her loved ones, and would willingly die for them. But the bad side? She'll never back down, even when proved wrong. She'd rather die that admit that she made a mistake, and hardly ever changes her mind. She's a very opinionated young woman, that's for sure.
She's very down-to-earth and honest, almost brutally honest. But she never means to hurt anyone ,actually, she hates hurting others. She absolutely sucks at telling lies, and would totally prefer not to, if she had the choice in the matter. Kenzie can be slightly tactless. It’s not that she means to be rude or anything like that. But she isn’'t the type to beat it around the bush. Brutally honest - to the point it can be offensive - she can be harsh in her opinions. If she thinks you’re being stupid, she’ll say so. Of course, she’ll try and say it in a nice way, but she won’'t lie to you. She'’s very bold and opinionated, but she isn’t one to run over others beliefs with her own. She’ll listen to you, whether or not she agrees with you. It isn’t in her nature to be a liar, though, so be prepared to be told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Maybe a bit too trusting. Mackenzie believes that everyone in inherently good, even if they are a bit twisted now. Idealistic, she thinks that everyone can be helped. She’s much like those people you read about, who believe that everyone is just misguided, that they can be helped. Which, unfortunately, doesn’t work. She opens herself up too easily, and often is hurt because of it. But she’s not one to close off her heart, not to anyone.
history:
Dear diary, I got a letter today... - Mackenzie Kirke, age 11
A watched pot never boils, her mother always said, and Kenzie still had no idea what that meant but she rather imagined it was similar to watching the window and waiting for an owl. Apparently, an anticipated owl never arrived.
Having been evacuated from a tree in the garden by an irate nanny, Mackenzie Kirke, scrubbed squeaky clean and smelling of freshly laundered clothing, was sitting in the kitchen with a book propped open on the table before her. In the short time she’d been in the kitchen, and quite without meaning to, the young girl already had a smudge of flour on her nose and a spot of treacle on the collar of her dress. Her mother wouldn't be pleased but Kenzie's thoughts were confined to her forthcoming mail, if it ever arrived, of course. She’'d barely managed to get through half a page, so rapt was her attention on the partially opened window above the sink.
House elves scurried back and forth along the stone floor, dutifully ignoring their young mistress. She was a regular presence in the kitchen, and had been from a young age. She liked the gentle hustle and bustle of the kitchen, the soft whisper of the fire crackling in the hearth, the lingering scent of herbs and spices in the warmed air. Even the pattering of feet and hushed voices of the diminutive domestics was a comfort. From the corner of her eye, there was a flash, merely a flicker of colour, out of place in the blue ribbon of sky. Kenzie stood abruptly and hurried to the window.
Was it?
It was!
"Mum, dad! It's here! My letter is here!" Kenzie burst into the drawing room, clutching crumpled parchment in a tight fist and energetically waving it about. She stumbled and tripped breathlessly over her words, jumbling her sentences and abandoning her usual rational progression of thought in her excitement. "My letter. I’m going to Hogwarts! I'm going to school! Can we go shopping? Right now, please! I need books and things and quills, a cauldron, a nice copper one, and a wand, oh, daddy, I need a wand! My very own wand!"
Proud parents looked fondly at their pink-cheeked daughter, who continued to talk and dance around the room. Her siblings, who was both at an age where very little impressed them, merely glanced up for a brief moment to acknowledge their sister before returning engrossed attention to their toys.
"Do you think I'll be in Ravenclaw? Ellen said I might be because I'm awfully clever. Peter Warrington next door says I'll have to wrestle a troll to be sorted. Surely that can't be legal, can it mum? I don't have to wrestle a troll, do I?"
"Of course not. We’re civilised witches and wizards, dear. We don't wrestle trolls these days."
Mackenzie stuck her hand forward, waving the crumpled parchment back and forth beneath her father’s nose. Anthony Kirke cheerfully took the proffered letter, perched his spectacles on the end of his nose and read it with all the thoroughness one would expect from a Ministry of Magic employee. "We'll have to go to Diagon Alley, Rose," he said, addressing his wife and holding out the letter.
"It's much too late now, darling," Mrs Kirke urged her excited daughter to sit on the sofa beside her, briefly skimming the contents of the letter as she did so. Then she handed it once again to the intended recipient, drawing Kenzie close and absently smoothing her daughter's dress collar. "There's a spot on your dress, dear. I do wish you'd be careful."
"I promise never to dirty my school robes!" Kenzie declared enthusiastically.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Sunshine," her father quipped, returning to his newspaper with a twinkle in his eye.
Mackenzie laughed and flopped back on the couch, "Watch your posture, darling!" rereading her acceptance letter for the hundredth time. Only three months to go, she thought gleefully. Three months and she’'d have her adventure!
Dear diary, one of these days life will make sense... - Mackenzie Kirke, age 14
"Library again?"
"Arithmancy."
"Have you considered seeking out intelligent life elsewhere, El?"
"There isn't any. I'm sure of it."
"Very well. Have you considered seeking out unintelligent life?"
"Why would I do that when I've got you."
"Now, is that any way to talk to your best friend?"
"Would that be the same best friend that dressed her cat in my knickers?"
"I was bored."
"Yes, but did you have to use my knickers?"
"We share a dormitory and I know how to get into your trunk, so yes."
"Convenience is everything, isn't it?
"Yes, it is. Now, back to your social life. Or lack thereof."
"I have a social life. I socialise with the people in the library."
"Swots the lot of them!"
"Perhaps, but I'm one of them, remember?"
"Good point."
"Not all of us are as naturally brilliant as you, Kenzie. Some of us do have to study, you know."
"Oh pish, nobody needs to study as much as you do."
"I like studying."
"Well, you're done for the evening."
"Oh?"
"Yes. We're off to the common room to partake in some mischief with real people."
"Dare I ask the nature of this mischief?"
"I don't yet know the nature of this mischief."
"Trust fate to be our guide?"
"Precisely. We'll go where the wind blows."
"I'd rather have a plan. Perhaps even an itinerary if you'd be so kind."
"I insist on impulse, Ellen. Just this once let your hair down."
"I don't know..."
"Come on...you know you want to!"
"If I must. But..."
"But...?"
"If we end the night in the Astronomy Tower with the Slytherin boys planning to play strip poker again, you're on your own."
"You, Ellen Leyden, are a spoilsport."
"I'd rather keep my clothes on, thank you very much."
Dear diary, everything of relevance happens in the common room - Mackezie Kirke, age 16
"What are you doing?"
"Helping with your equations."
"Do you have to sit so close while you help?"
"Am I distracting you, Miss Kirke?"
"Of course not - stop smirking. Shut up!"
"I didn't say anything!ďż˝
"But you're thinking it."
"You're very cute when you�re flustered."
"..."
"You're even cuter when you're speechless."
"What...what are you doing now?"
"Still helping with your equations."
"Is it, um, necessary to hold my hand while you do so?"
"I need to show you where you went wrong, Sunshine. You missed a vital step here and the quantities are wrong ďż˝ if you put in that much antimony, your potion will explode."
"Explode?"
"Precisely."
"Can I have my hand back?"
"Certainly."
"Merlin, what are you doing now?"
"Contemplating."
"Contemplating what?"
"My next course of action."
"I see."
"..."
"Whatareyoudoing?"
"I should have thought that was obvious."
"youkissedme!"
"Ten points to Gryffindor, Miss Kirke."
"Why did you kiss me?!"
"Because I wanted to."
"Because you wanted to? What sort of an excuse is that?!"
"Very well, what would you rather I have said?"
"A comment on your lack of sanity, perhaps. You shouldn't be kissing someone like me!"
"Gee, if looks could kill. Okay, okay. We'll discuss further kissing later, alright?"
"You're awfully presumptuous, you know."
"You're awfully wonderful, you know."
"I don't... Shut up and do your homework, Dearborn. We've got to get through Charms before lunch.[/size][/ul]
alias: Agnes
gender: female
rp sample: There's no place like home, Frankie thought as she walked down the streets of Brighton. She knew that it was an odd thought given that she had just left home, her father's house in Bath, and came back to Brighton where she had been living for the past eight years first while attending boarding school and now university. Spending holidays with one's family was supposed to be a fun and relaxing time but for Frankie it was the exact opposite. She usually dreaded any holiday and family gathering because of the show she and her best friend Evan had been forced to put on for their respective families regarding of their romantic entanglement and the supposedly impending marriage.
Both, herself and Evan had a good laugh about the whole thing when she had first informed her best friend of the plan she had overheard their mothers discussing. Frankie had known Evan Rigsby since before he was born and had been virtually attached to him at the hip for the majority of his life as he grown up. They were best friends and Frankie had no problem with admitting that she loved the boy but it wasn't the way her mother thought she did. Which is why Frankie was becoming more and more annoyed when she realized that her mother actually wasn't kidding. She wanted her to marry Evan and had even all but planned Frankie's wedding without much consultation with the future bride. It made the whole winter break exhausting. And what made Frankie feel even worse was the fact that Evan's life had become equally messy and she felt the need to make up for that. It was why Frankie had left her house as soon as she had unpacked and once she was walking down the street she had pulled out her iPhone and called Evan inviting him to have lunch with her. They needed to come up with some sort of a plan to stop this whole arranged marriage business before it snowballed into something that neither of them would be able to control. But first they had to recover from everything that happened in the past fourteen days.
It wasn't cold, but the skies were overcast and while it wasn't raining, yet the rain did seem imminent so Frankie snuggled more into her shearling jacket and went right into the restaurant where she asked Evan to meet her and five minutes later she was sitting at the table tucked into the back of the room and settled in to wait after ordering herself some coffee. It was strange how much space Evan had occupied in her mind, space that she could do stuff with. She spent pretty much her entire teenage years trying to convince everyone (especially herself) that there was nothing going between herself and Evan nothing more than years of good, if at times rocky, friendship. They were friends and they were going to stay that way...no matter how much her mother, Mrs. Rigsby and all five of his sisters would coo about the cuteness of the offspring that Frankie and Evan would eventually produce.
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