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About Your Character


Full name: Laken Rose Cullens
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Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Gender: Female
House: Hufflepuff
Blood: Muggle born
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Apperance: Everyone wishes they could be someone else. No one is ever truly happy with themselves, there is always something we all wish we could fix. Everyone always tells Laken Rose Cullens they wish they were her, she always tells them to be care what they wish for. She herself isn't very fond of her looks, though everyone else seems to be rather fond of them.

With almond shaped eyes that she always thought looked slightly Asian, Laken's eyes were a vivid blue. She didn't like them, not even as they changed. Her color of eyes varied between the vivid blue that stuck out like a sore thumb and a gray-blue, a mellow version of the vivid color. They could be any color in between, and that was annoying to her. It was like her eyes were unpredictable, which is found a hastle.

People were fond of being skinny. They liked to not eat and brag about how little they've eatten that day. They like to call it a diet, but Laken calls it tourture. She is lucky enough to not have to watch what she eats. With a naturally high matabolism, she thin, almost to the point where people will ask her if she's eatten that day. Eatting like a pig doesn't help the poor girl, nothing will stay on her bones. She is a skinny girl, something people wanted about her, something she'd gladly give them.

Lips where another area that the girl wished she could have removed. They were big, full, and beautiful but it made her seem like she was always on the verge of tears. Her lips were in the pouty state by nature and she would much rather have that gone. It was rather annoying to have people ask if she was alright all the time. She was perfectly fine, it was just her lips said otherwise. What a neusence.

Something people judged you on was your skin. The paler the better. If you had pale skin, it must mean you're smart, funny, pretty, and perfect. Well, Laken must be all of those times ten. Her skin was a milky tone, very sensitive to the sun. She couldn't wake up in the morning and not put some lotion with suncreen in it on. It was very important or she would be pink by the end of the day. People would kill for her skin, and she'd gladly let them have it. She has so much she wished she could change about herself.

Personality:
{ the FRIEND }
The qualities of a good friend are loyal, a good listener, knowing when to speak, and always being there. Laken Rose Cullens has all the qualities of being a good friend. It is not hard to get on this girls good side and it is a great place to be. Loyal to almost a fault, if you ask her to stick with you through tough times, to keep a secert, she will do all she can to do what is asked of her. Laken will stick up for anyone, anytime, any place so long as they're her friend. She is a very big people person and her circle of friends tends to be large. She is a good person to have on your side because she is truely a friend.

{ the SHY }
There is a downfall to her being just a good friend; Laken is very shy. She doesn't usually talk to people unless she really wants to get to know them. She doesn't give much information out about herself, and she is very good at entertaining herself. She will talk, yes, if you talk first. She is good at holding a conversation, good at making people laugh, they just have to make the first move. It is a very confusing thing, to try and get to know Laken because it's almost like a big condradiction.

{ the RULES }
Also a fan of rules, Laken likes to follow the rules and isn't very fond of breaking them. It's almost kind of annoying to her, in a way, because it's almost like she can't have fun. She rarely breaks rules unless she has a good reason to, or because she feels like busting out of her shell every once in a great while. She will advise any of her friends to follow the rules as well, which can get annoying to people. It's habit of hers, learned from childhood, that she keeps up to this day. She cannot stop herself, no one else can. It's like a compolstion, to follow the rules.

{ the PASSION }
When something sparks in Laken's heart, wither it be an idea, a person, a song, anything, this girl will go after it like her life depends on it. Some might call it obssession, she calls it passion. If it's an idea, and she thinks it to be wonderful, she will do anything to see that idea come to life. If it is a person that catches her interest, she will persue that person until she is happy with their relationship. If it a song, wither she wants to write it, listen to it, or analyize it, she will not stop until her goal is accomplished. Some might call this driven, because she does it with everything in her life.

{ the ORGANIZER }
Things have to be in order or Laken will go crazy. She is very picky about how she looks; everything has to look just right. Her nails can't be dirty, her clothes have to be clean, crisp, and tighty. If her hair looks messy, it's because she purposely made it that way, to look that exact way. It's like OCD, only better. It goes hand in hand with her love of rules, it's something she can't help. It's a quirk in her personality, it's how she rolls; neat, clean, and organized.

{ the INSECURITIES }
On the outside this girl might look well put together, very confident of herself, and a big too full of herself at times, on the inside she really isn't very sure of herself at all. Laken acts a certain way, looks a certain way, and talks a certain way around the people she does not trust enough to see all of her. A lot of what she does is a facade, a wall, an act, to keep herself safe. She doesn't want people to know how much she truely doubts herself, how low of a self-esteem she really has. It's all part of her; the rules, the organization... everything is to cover up that she really doesn't know what is going on, it cover that she really doesn't like herself.

History: Born on December 24 in London, England to a muggle family, Laken Rose Cullens grew up like any little muggle girl would. She born into a family with that had not a whole lot of money but still managed to make ends meet. Her parents didn't give her everything but they did give her somethings; she understood the value of a dollar but she still had things she wanted.

When she was little, she lived in the neighboorhood where there were a bunch of children her age and the parents let them stay out and play until the streetlights came on. She had a great social life. She spent her days playing baseball, kickball, and all that with the boys and playing dolls, school, and dress up with the girls. It was a very happy and entertaining childhood.

Her fmaily life wasn't a horrible life either. Her parents had the ecantional fight every now and then but that was normal. When she was six, her mother gave birth to another little girl, Katya Lee. Laken was jealous at first of the little girl because her parents gave her more attention but she grew out of that and kept playing with her friends.

When she was eleven, the family got a shock when they recieved the owl that said Laken was a witch. Things had been kind of funny for her since she was ten, but the summer after she turned eleven, she got the letter accepting her to Hogwarts. She was extatic, ready to face all the magical world, ready to lead a new and exciting life. Little did she know that when she got there, things wouldn't be so great.

Hiding all the Wizarding world drama and conflict from her parents, Laken still loved being a witch. Though she secretly hoped Katya wouldn't be a witch so she could avoid the Dark Lord and all things bad, her wish came true the summer before her sixth year, the year Katya would have recieve her letter. She was not a witch.

Still going to school, having her parents believe live in the Wizarding world is truly magical, her life has so far been blessed to not get in too deep with the chaos. Laken hopes it will stay that way.

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Walking through the great double doors into the Great Hall, there seemed to be quiet a few people in the hall already this morning. She could feel eyes upon her. Ignoring them, December Coral Marsh kept walking. She kept her eyes on the Hufflepuff table, specifically on her usual spot, and just kept walking. She knew people were aware of her. She had Rita Skeeter as a best friend. Anyone with her in her life as closely as she had would surely be known just as well as she was. Though, thinking about all this as she walked to her spot, her head held high with confidence, December fell upon the fact that it was kind of annoying in some way. Being used to not being noticed and in just a few years being noticed, well that was hard. Not that she minded of course, she had a great friend. Besides, the pair balanced each other out quiet well she thought. Where Rita lacked in caring, kindness, and compassion, she made up for. Where December lacked in guts, getting what she wanted, and putting herself out there, her friend definitely filled in those empty spots. It was a nice mix and people were smart enough to know that they certainly had their separate personalities, which was nice. Not to mention that hopefully being on a very good side with the blonde meant she would stay out of her gossip letter. Finally reaching her seat after what seemed like it would be hours of thinking, it was only mere seconds. December settled down on the bench, the cold wood chilling her exposed legs. She ignored this, it was normal and like any other morning. The uniform skirt she wore covered only about mid way down her thigh, leaving the rest exposed to the cold. It was annoying. Why couldn’t the girls wear pants too, like the boys? Sighing, she reached her thin arm out for a slice of toast. Her fingers grasped the warm, golden, buttery toast and she pulled it back to her. December examined the slice before putting it into her mouth. She still felt the eyes of her peers on her though it was a lot less now. Other had gone back to their eating and she didn’t blame them. She didn’t find herself all that interesting. She just knew interesting people. Crossing her legs under the table, she sat back and did her own fair share of people watching. She got her posture in her normal, yet fake, position. The message it sent was that she was better than everyone else around her. She didn’t believe she was, she just sat herself that way to fool people. Her eyes moved ever so slightly as she took in all the people. It was interesting to watch people; seeing girls flirt with boys who were uninterested, seeing people who she didn’t know and were lower years act like goobers. A small sigh escaped December’s lips. While she watched people, her mind drifted to her home life and what her little sister would be going through. She wondered what Autumn Rose would be eating for breakfast, what cool things she would be doing in school, and how her mother would be treating the four year old. Her stomach sank as she hoped it would be decent. The feeling caused her to set down her piece of toast and look at the table in front of her. One day she would get her little sister away from her mother. One day she would make their life good and perfect. She would work hard to make sure her sister grew up well and to make up for her mother’s shortcomings. Until that day came, though, December had to be concerned with the issue if people saw her get down a bit or not. She hoped not and she quickly looked up and picked up her toast. She began to nibble on it like nothing had happened.