Post by moskeeter on May 14, 2012 18:57:03 GMT
rita gertrude skeeter
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full name: Rita Gertrude Skeeter
age: 16
year: sixth
birthday: August 12th
blood line: Pure
occupation:
former / house: Slytherin
- Nosy "As you already know Rita is not a very moral person, and from a young age she‘s always had a habit of sticking her nose where it doesn‘t belong. She knows the ins and outs of spying, and eavesdropping, and always gets her story."
- Conceited "After being praised her whole life, for almost everything she‘s done, it‘s hard not to have a large ego…and hers is the size of parliament. Rita thinks she‘s the greatest thing since self stirring cauldrons, and makes sure everyone around knows it as well."
<p>{*] Creative "Though her stories may be horrible, in the way they exploit people and ruin their reputations, the things Rita comes up with are truly outside the box. The way she can make up a story on the spot is truly phenomenal. Which also makes her a really great liar."<p>
<p>- Dishonest "Rita hardly ever tells the truth. She lies to her teachers, her peers, even the small group of friend‘s she has. Her newsletter, also hardly has a scrap of truth in it. "<p>
<p>- Paranoid "The way Rita acts towards other people…well she has a right to fear for her life. Death threats, being cornered, or pinned for what she spreads around would make anyone paranoid. Not to mention her fear of getting fat, making her worry about everything she ingests. She doesn‘t come across as someone who worries often, but the inner mechanisms of her brain are always working, and analyzing everything.“<p>
Nosiness…doesn’t even begin to describe Rita, added to how much of a flat out liar she is, she is known as a Busybody. Someone who will stick herself in everyone else’s business and make it her own. She is not someone you can trust to be honest, or trust at all really, you tell her something and soon as possible it’ll be spreading like wildfire. Unless she honestly likes you, then there is not a good chance she’ll keep your secrets. She always has her quick quotes quill on hand, that will catch what her ears don’t. So no matter how secretive you try to be about your conversation, if Rita is nearby most likely she’ll have gotten every word. Like most Slytherins, Rita doesn’t go anywhere without her high horse and pedestal. She keeps her standards high, and knows without a doubt she is better than everyone else. But even so there are those people Rita knows to respect so that she can get places. Aside from that, she will make you kiss the ground she walks on if she knows you aren’t worthy of her notice. She is also extremely taken with her appearance now, after about a year of being insecure, she knows she is lovely and doesn’t care who thinks she isn’t. She lost her insecurities, when she lost her sense of justice, and morality.
Rita likes to express herself in more ways than just writing her little gossip pamphlets, or stories. She enjoys taking pictures of scenes, and objects, and people. Though she takes pictures of the latter most often. She also enjoys putting different outfits together, of all different colors and styles. Including doing her hair in funky styles, and wearing interesting jewelry, not to mention interesting makeup. It is how she likes to set herself apart. In a way Rita worries about what people think…but acts like she doesn’t.
On a side note, Rita is a rather ambitious girl, determined to reach her sky high goals that she’s set for herself. She’s always wanted to be a writer, either for the prophet or an author of books she writes herself. Not just because it is her passion, but her vanity gets the better of her and she would honestly like to receive all the praise and perks it would bring her. Though Rita thinks that she is the mother fucking Queen of all creation, her self consciousness about her body, and her welfare tend to get in the way of that.
Rita is a naturally paranoid girl, because of the slander she writes about people she constantly fears pissing off the wrong person and having her head bashed in. The fact that she cares so much about what others think is a psychological issue all its own. It stems from the requirement in her family to be utterly flawless at all times. Her parents do not accept failure, imperfection, or anything considered mediocre in the least. She pretends that she is the best thing since self stirring cauldrons, but inside is a hot bubbling mess of psychological issues that show themselves in various different forms. Pathological Lying, Eating Disorder, Obsessive Compulsiveness, and an altogether bitchy attitude that dirties up this so called Precious Pearl named Rita Skeeter.
In short, Rita Gertrude Skeeter is a self propelled, conceited little busybody. She also has no intention of changing anything about herself, well except for the minor things she must keep in check. The confident air on the outside is separate from her inside that is just trying to fit in as best she can....but aren't most teenagers like that?
<p>( PARENTS ) : <p>
<p>Matilda Skeeter 38, Housewife/Socialite<p>
<p>Arthur Skeeter 40, Works for the Ministry in the Department of International Magical Affairs<p>
<p>( HISTORY ) : <p>
||On August 8th 1960, a small bundle of terror was born at 6:13 am, in the Maternity ward at St. Mungo’s hospital in London, England. The bundle’s name was Rita Gertrude Skeeter, and as a small blonde baby girl in her mother’s arms, you would never know that a bitter, spoiled character lay deep in her soul. On the outside the tiny brown eyed creature was innocent and precious, but as she grew the beast within would begin to emerge. Her parents, Matilda and Arnold Skeeter, were two pureblooded; well to do young kids, who though being arranged had a deep affection for one another. They were thrilled to have a child they could take care of and spoil absolutely rotten, and spoil they did.
The Skeeter's wealth was mostly derived from inheritance on Arthur's part, and Matilda's dowry. But once Arthur got a high paying job at the Ministry, in their Department of International Magical Affairs, their wealth continued to pile up. This enabled the Skeeter's to live in comfort without having to worry about anything. By the time she was three, Rita was already a very proud, spoiled child, who her parents would show off whenever they could. At parties, they would bring her out to sing, or dance for their guests, and smile and clap the entire time finishing it all with a; “Isn’t she the most wonderful child”. Hearing this only added to the young girl’s ever blossoming ego.
In addition to flaunting her about, the bought her every imaginable thing she could ever want saying; “Only the best for our little angel” not caring that they were setting an example for later years of rottenness. These things shaped her into a blonde haired, rosy cheeked, little…brat that was taught that by acting perfect and whining just a little bit, would let you get away with murder. The Skeeter House was large and white, located in Surrey, England. It was two stories, with a small garden in back, and a tailored front yard with a beautiful wrought iron gate surrounding it. There was a lavish dining area inside, and lux bedrooms that were perfectly large enough for more than their small family, but only they lived there. Her bedroom was perfect white, from the time she was very small, to later on in life. White walls, white carpet, a large window in the corner overlooking the garden. A white queen sized bed, with crisp white sheets, and a green duvet. Green and black accents are scattered about the room nowadays, but back then almost everything was white.
The Skeeter’s were a very clean family, who like orderliness, tidiness, and punctuality, and they strove to teach that from very young. Rita began to show all those traits, and lovely manners, around guests and her parents. But the rottenness was rooted deep, she was horrible to the house elves, ordering them around to do what she wished, and had them at her beck and call night and day. Another trait Rita was beginning to show was Nosiness. She had always been a very curious child, but around the time she turned five, she knew the ins and outs of eavesdropping, and spying. When she turned seven she began listening to the house elves speak about her parents sometimes and report it to them as soon as she could, receiving praise as they received punishment. It became an obsession.
She would listen at her parent’s door when they spoke of their friends and of Rita. She almost always knew what she was receiving for birthdays and Christmas, but her parent’s never knew why. At their events, she would listen to the adult conversations from her place on the stairs or in the kitchen and sometimes report what she had heard. Her parent’s never minded; In fact they enjoyed knowing what people were saying about them and made sure to spread gossip about them as soon as possible. Rita was still rather young though, so she didn’t necessarily know what they were talking about, but maybe that was for the best, at the very least she was helping her parents out.
Though as she grew, her innocence soon began to fade letting her know what she was truly reporting, and instead of scaring her away from doing it, it only made her more intrigued. She began to have an unquenchable thirst for trashy gossip, that lead her to become the nosiest little girl on the block…perhaps in all of Surrey. She would peek out the curtains and watch the neighbors as they would come and go. Sometimes, she would even sit in the garden and listen closely to the neighbors over the fence. Her already hardcore obsession with gossip in her childhood, was blossoming and blooming with each day she grew only succeeding in getting worse with no chance of letting up.
Eventually though, something new captured her attention. Magic. At the ripe age of 8 her magical abilities began to show, and her parents who had been proud before were even prouder. Soon enough the time came for Hogwarts, and the excited 11 year old awaited the trains arrival with bated breath. The train ride was long and Rita mostly kept to herself, not sure who would be interesting company. To which I am sad to say, she was thoroughly mistaken. The year went terribly. She was mostly ignored, left in the shadows unless to be made fun of, it was the worst thing she’d ever experienced and once summer came, she vowed to change. After growing several inches and losing a few pounds that she shouldn’t have lost, she came back to school for her second year with an unnatural ease and confidence. She wouldn’t let anyone bring her down ever again.
The year went by effortlessly, and she had even gained a few friends on some level or another, not to mention a small amount of respect. Though there were still those who thoroughly hated her, she had learned over the summer that there were those who would always be afraid, and jealous of greatness like hers. It was to be expected, not to mention most of these people would never amount to anything anyway. As the year wore on, Rita got revenge on all who had teased her, by spreading nasty rumors and gossip about them. And by the end of her 2nd year she was on top of the world.
In third year, she started a small newsletter, that had scoop about almost everyone. She posted one almost every week, and nobody was left out, aside from those people she liked. But other than that, no one was safe when Rita had her Quick Quotes Quill, a pad of paper and a camera, which was always. Around the time she entered her fourth year she began smoking, something she’d picked up around the neighborhood, and decided to try it because she’d heard the nicotine suppressed hunger, which is something she could use to her advantage. Fifth year came and went, Rita had dated and dumped a few guys, lost and gained a few friends, and had also gained numerous enemies, and numerous followers. As far as she was concerned she was walking on air, and nothing could go wrong. Now it is sixth year, and it has started off very interesting. Rita just can’t wait to see what unfolds for the rest of her time here at Hogwarts
alias: Bubbles
gender: Female
rp sample: The mirror in Rita’s room usually made her look very attractive.. It had odd angles that were supposed to flatter the body, but right now in her state of nervousness caused her to look repulsive.. She shook her head. Rita had already changed so many times that evening and was not wanting to change again.
She had hoped this time would have been the last. But no, she pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor with a flick of her wrist. Alaina bustled in at the sound of the fabric hitting the ground and began picking up the ever growing pile of dresses and used her wand to smooth out the wrinkles and hang them back up in the large wardrobe.
Rita heaved a great sigh and flopped into the large black leather chair by the window, clad in only her bra and panties, panty hose, and her silk robe. Her brown eyes scanning the room. The usually spotless room was littered haphazardly with things from books, to articles of clothing, papers, and back again.
It was driving Rita insane to see the place so out of shape, but it wasn’t as if she was staying here for long anyway. Soon she’d be off and living in her Balthasar’s new home, she could hardly contain her excitement. And that’s why things had to go well tonight. To let her parent’s get to know him and his family, things would be easier from there.
“Ugh.. Alaina.. I have absolutely nothing to wear.” Rita muttered crossing one knee over the other, she watched acutely for Alaina’s change in expression. Rita knew well enough that the woman hated when she complained about things, she thought Rita was the most spoiled little brat in the world.
The only reason Rita kept her employed, was to mess with her, it was her second favorite pastime whilst at home. Alaina’s face changed a little, quirking her lip in utter disgust. “Well Miss Rita.. I have to say.. All of the dresses you own are quite lovely.. But I must say…I think your Master Greengrass will like whatever you have on..” She muttered through gritted teeth.
Rita rolled her eyes. “Oh cut the crap and be honest Alaina..” Rita murmured and eyed the maid. The woman sighed and stood up straight looking directly at Rita. “I would wear this one Miss Rita, it looks good on you and dare I say it, will give his parents the right impression about you.” she said handing a simple but charming black dress to Rita from the massive wardrobe.
“Oh that’s one of my new ones. Mmm I haven’t even worn it yet. Thank you…I suppose.” She muttered standing and slipping into the dress, Rita eyed herself in the mirror as Alaina buttoned the few buttons in the back.
Smiling at her reflection, Rita moved toward her jewelry box and sifted through to find something special to go with the dress. Finally she found her prize and pulled out an emerald necklace Sar had gotten for her, similar to the one that he’d stolen from that pathetic girl in Hogsmeade, but this one was made of real emeralds and diamonds, with a stunning white gold chain. Much lovelier than the other worthless trinket, though that one did have a great deal of sentimental value, so she kept it tucked away in a safe spot.
Once finished clasping it around her neck Rita heard a knock on her door and she waved Alaina to go get it. Rita’s Mother Matilda entered and sent Alaina out. “Need any help getting ready Rita dear?” She asked in her airy voice as she sat herself delicately on the edge of Rita’s neatly made Queen Sized bed. “Mind helping me with my hair mum?” She asked smiling up at her mother. Rita and her mother looked quite a bit alike, same hair, same eyes, same winning smile, but she had her father’s drive and perseverance.
Matilda had chosen to live the life of a fashionable pureblooded wife to a hardworking pureblooded ministry man, the entire family strove for absolute perfection. And that was why Rita let her mother do her hair, because it was bound to look the way she wanted it to.
Matilda walked over and began molding her daughter’s hair into a fancy French twist topping it with a white gold and diamond flower to slide into the twist. “There we are dearest.. Just like me when I was your age, absolutely gorgeous.. Not that I’m any different.” She said with a smirk.
Rita grinned back and stood kissing her mother twice on each cheek. “Mum don’t even, you look absolutely lovely, and still young as ever.. “ She murmured hugging her mother. Matilda was dressed in a long sapphire blue gown, with a pair of black heels and a sapphire necklace.
“I assume daddy is ready? At least I hope.” Rita asked sitting down on her bed to put on her black heels. Matilda rolled her eyes. “He’s been ready for the last three hours.. You know men.. Well at least now you know men..” Her mother chuckled with Misty eyes.
Rita blushed, lucky her makeup was already done, so it just looked like her powder blush was the culprit. “He really is the most wonderful boy..” She murmured swiping some lipstick across her lips before grabbing her clutch.
“Alright…lets go.” She said her nerves settling to the pit of her stomach. Matilda rose as well and led her daughter out the door and down the staircase to where her father was waiting on the couch with a small glass of scotch.
“There are my lovely ladies.. Oh pumpkin you look absolutely precious…doesn’t she look precious Matilda.” He said standing and pressing a kiss to Rita’s forehead. “Yes of course Arthur.” She said replenishing her lipstick in the mirror.
“This boy better be as wonderful as you say, or I may just have to hex him one.” He chuckled. “Oh hush Daddy.. “ Rita blushed. She told her father the address of the house and they all held hands, apparating to the front of the house. Rita’s nerves were heightened now that the house was in front of her.
Arthur smoothed a large hand over his thinning hair, Matilda straightened her dress, and Rita approached the door ringing the bell. In an instant an older but rather charming man answered, she assumed this was James and smiled. He introduced himself, taking her shawl and her mother’s jacket leading them in.
“Well it is a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Addison, Balthasar has told me so much about you, oh and thank you for the photo, I loved it.” She grinned. The grin widened as they entered the living room and she saw Balthasar, she waved Shyly at him and dipped a bit. “Thank you sar.. You look very handsome..”
Mrs. Greengrass, a stunningly beautiful woman approached Rita and held out her hand to shake and Rita obliged. “Oh it is such a pleasure Mrs. Greengrass, oh has he?” She eyed sar as he blushed and looked to his feet, it only caused her to smile even more. Rita didn’t sit just yet.
“Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass, and Balthasar of course, these are my parents, My mother Matilda and My father Arthur.” She said with a smile gesturing for her parents to sit before she did. Matilda smiled at Balthasar’s mother. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Acelynn, your son is a rather charming man to have snatched our Rita up.” She said winking at Sar.
Mr. Skeeter shook Damien’s hand. “It is a pleasure to see you again Damien. How’s your department? Not that you could tell me!” He chuckled obviously joking with Mr. Greengrass, but it still made Rita blush out of embarrassment. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Greengrass…oh um...well a lady never speaks of such things.” She said, her blush deepening at his question. She caught Sar’s eye and gave him a look that said, love it’s okay just relax.
Rita took a seat and crossed her legs listening to the conversation and trying not to chuckle. When Mr. Greengrass suggested a tour though, she did chuckle at Sar’s willingness, he obviously didn’t want their parents conversing long.
Matilda stood and smiled taking her husband’s hand. “Oh that sounds lovely. We would adore that.” Rita nodded and stood as well, walking a bit ahead to catch up with Sar, and while their parents weren’t looking she pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “Relax things are going just fine.. Don’t get so excited huh?” She smiled straightening his tie.
Matilda walked close to Acelynn, “Aren’t those two just the cutest…a very handsome couple if you ask me.” She said trying to start conversation.
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