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ALICE SAYRE

Dancing Queen

- ABBA

Contact Information

NAME: Annie
INSTANT MESSENGER: Annie #6249 (discord)
E-MAIL ADDRESS: toneofsurprise@hotmail.co.uk
TIMEZONE: GMT


OOC INFO

AGE: 28
PB: Jenna Coleman
JOURNAL TO BE USED: alicely_


Basics

FULL NAME: Alice Sayre
NICKNAMES: Sayre
DOB (AGE): 1st June, 1960 (18)
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
CURRENT OCCUPATION (IF ANY): None
CAN THEY DRIVE? No
VEHICLE: None
SCRAPBOOK & IC POST: Click & Click


Family/Relationships

PARENTS: Gregory Sayre - father, Phillipa Sayre - mother
SIBLINGS: None
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: doe_lily aka Rosie

Education

HOUSE/YEAR: Gryffindor

Politics

THOUGHTS ON THE MUGGLE WORLD: Very into Abba and David Cassidy. Pro-Muggles! This is all due to her partner-in-crime doe_lily aka Rosie.
THOUGHTS ON THE INITIATIVE: She's pissed off she has to postpone her training though she can see the benefits of learning more about Muggle culture.

Personality
BOGGART: Imprisonment
PATRONUS: A cat

LIKES: Her job, early mornings, fitness, black coffee, Muggle night clubs, Abba, and David Cassidy.
DISLIKES: Injustice, 'neutral' people, confined spaces, hot climates.

STRENGTHS: Organisation, caring, protective, strong-willed, a keen attention to detail, mentally quick, and a good sense of humour.
WEAKNESSES: Workaholic, obsessive, self-critical, argumentative, rule-abiding (a weakness in the current climate), and impatient.

History

CHILDHOOD: Alice's parents were not especially overbearing considering how some Pureblood families could be but they certainly expected great things from her being an only child. She was very much her father's girl, much preferring outdoor pursuits than the delicate tendencies her mother had. There was no doubt she was greatly loved and wanted, and they truly fostered her abilities. From a young age, she developed a penchant for order and rules, constructing roleplay games that often involved her bossying her stuffed animals around.

HOGWARTS: This was where she truly came into her element. Before her arrival at Hogwarts, she was not an especially social creature. She struck up a quick and fierce friendship with Lily Evans, and the two have been practically inseparable since. She excelled in Defence Against the Dark Arts but required assistance from her dear friend when it came to Potions. With her support, she managed to get the required results to follow on the Auror Training Programme.

POST-HOGWARTS: The new Ministry initiative has thrown a spanner into the works. She's not all that happy to be post-poning her training for this.

Samples

JOURNAL ENTRY:

There has been another attack in London. Sixteen children dead. I urge anyone still undecided to consider a training programme. There are several avenues still available within the Auror Department, as well as St. Mungo's, and I would be more than happy to point you in the direction if this is of interest to you.

JAMES
We've been assigned prisoner transport for the next week. What have you done?

LILY
We're out of shampoo. Can you pick some up? I'll repay you with a Chinese and extra prawn crackers. I'm a good wife.

Also, Broody Abs was especially broody today.


RP SAMPLE: Set when she's older. Between work and Neville, she had let her fitness regime fall to the wayside. Working up a sweat had never been just about physical health. She had always found such activities cathartic--a stress reliever. While running was her favourite, a way for her to mentally sort through her issues, combat training was a very different form of release. The aggression she had been feeling since Neville’s attack had only mounted with Remus’ arrest, and every now and then she felt it become just a bit too much. She'd snap at the wrong person or fling a pile of paperwork against the wall in the privacy of her own office.

Frank had told her that she needed to rest, to take time for herself. Rest was a futile exercise however she had agreed that she needed to take a moment to come down from the trial that was waging beneath her feet. The last thing she needed to do was to take such stresses home to Neville. Instead of finishing her paperwork that afternoon, she delegated such jobs to Scrimgeour. He made a huff and puff about it though quickly shut up when she made a quip that if he wished to have her job then he needed to get used to the excessive administrative tasks.

Rabastan had agreed to meet her at the training gym. She was too wired, too tense, to get into any real conversation to begin with. Instead, she took it out on the punching pads that were strapped to his arms. Her form had always been fairly decent but she was practically feral as she lost herself in the rhythm of the hits as several faces appeared on those pads with each passing swing.

Remus… Scrimgeour… William… Repeat.