Post by Nurse Payton Chandler on May 13, 2011 23:39:24 GMT -5
the roleplayer
name: Steph
years roleplaying: A lot
how often you can be on: A lot
age: 20 >.> BAJILLION
time zone: Middle Earth >.>
the character
Name: Payton Elizabeth Chandler
Family:
Father
Father
name: Daniel Chandler
blood status: Muggle born
age: deceased
occupation: N/A
former house: Attended Salem Witches Academy
Mother
name: Marie Chandler nee Aubrey
blood status: Pure blood
age: deceased
occupation: N/A
former house: Ravenclaw
Grandmother
name: Scarlett Aubrey
blood status: Pure blood
age: Old…
occupation: Head nurse at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Former house: Ravenclaw
Siblings
name: Sophia Chandler
blood status: Half blood
age: 15
occupation: Student
house: Ravenclaw
Blood Status: Half Blood
Wand:Bocote, Multiple Unicorn hairs, 12 inches
Draws off the element of earth and sun. Seeks a creative companion, one of intelligence and imagination. Used in the power of persuasion, inspiration, concentration, and the power of the mind. This is a neutral wood, indifferent to the use of white or dark magic. Exemplary for Legilimency or Occlumency. Excellent for Summoning magic, Herb magic, and Potions.
Birthday: October 3
Patronus: Rabbit
House: Attended Salem Witch's academy
Age: 26
Pets:A toasted marshmallow colored Ragdoll cat who was named Nieve. Supposedly the kitten had been white, thus the reason for it being named after snow, but as it grew older it got some coloration. Payton has since called her Marshmallow or simply Kitty. She was a rescue, and is deaf due to its previous owner’s treatment. So she tends to confine herself to Payton’s living quarters or follows her around.
History
It all started with a fight, a breaking and shedding of familial bonds. When a daughter cast aside the family business and a mother disowned her daughter for abandoning her roots. Although it had been petty, the loathing and hate shared between the two had been consequential. There was no stopping what inevitably happened when mother and daughter split up, never to speak again. Scarlett hated to see her daughter turn her back on everything she taught her, but the resentment Marie felt could not be contained after her schooling in Hogwarts. The change had been made, and although Scarlett remained behind, Marie vanished across the ocean to the Americas where her mother couldn’t interfere with her life any more. She was a free woman, able to spread her wings and do as she pleased. No shackles to hold her down… no family responsibilities to keep her locked in her misery. Only change.
From that time, Marie delved deep into what she figured what her life’s passion would be. Although she took on a small muggle job, working as a server in a café so she could pay rent for her tiny apartment, she began work on what was going to be her first novel. Though, that was a painstakingly slow process. Taking her time to experience life in America and immersing herself in the muggle world, she began learning just how hard life would be on her own. There was no one to help her with grocery bills, or care that she might not have eaten a few meals, or paid her bills on time. It was a tough transition, but one she had to make.
After a few years of living in the state of Maine, and getting comfortable, Marie felt the urge to move again and immerse herself into a large city and simply disappear. Putting her barely written novel on the backburner yet again, she moved to New York City and began adjusting to the city that never slept. Once again, she took up a rinky-dink secretary job that barely paid for life’s necessities and took back up her life’s passion of writing. She quickly became acclimated to the rush the city offered, and became “one of those people” who took their laptops to coffee shops and continued to produce work while under the watchful eyes of others.
News of the from across the ocean made its way to her window each morning through the daily post America had to offer. Although it was very vague and hardly shed any light about the happenings, Marie kept herself in the loop with what was going on in the wizarding world. Just because she didn’t care for her mother any longer, didn’t mean she didn’t care for her friends she had abandoned. But that was as close to England and even magic as she got for a long while. It seemed like after she left her mother behind, she left magic behind. That is, until she found her wand tucked away in a drawer in disrepair. Although she didn’t use it, she felt the need to keep it around just in case. So she left for the wizarding hub in New York City to get it fixed.
Marie knew that it would be a culture shock going back to the world she left behind, but she didn’t figure the cities wizarding population would be as large as it was and its district as vast and expansive. It over whelmed her immensely, more so than the first time she had set foot in NYC. Trying to focus on finding the wand shop, Marie wandered around awhile, aimlessly at first, then with a map in hand, but to no avail. It wasn’t until a kind stranger pulled her from the creases of her map that she was able to find the shop. He had commented that she looked lost and that if she wanted he could show her around, and then introduced himself as Daniel Chandler. From that point forward he took the initiative and corralled her around the wizarding city, showing her the shops of necessity as they passed by them.
It was over all a pleasant tour, time well spent with an interesting stranger that seemed not to care that he could be doing better things. It was only when the two reached the wand shop that Daniel spontaneously asked Marie on a date. Yes, they were strangers. Yes they didn’t know one another. But stranger things had happened, and they generally got along. Against her better instincts, Marie accepted and dropped her wand off for repair, then quickly rejoined Daniel. He took her to a quaint little restaurant, ordered wholesome food, and did the “first-date dance” of awkward silences and not knowing what exactly to talk about. By the end of the evening, she was escorted out with very little hope she’d ever see him again.
With her rendezvous in the wizarding world over, her wand securely back in her possession within a few days, Marie went back to her normal lifestyle. She’d work her nine to five secretary job, then find a cozy seat in a book store or coffee house and write until she felt hungry enough to leave, then would return to her small mundane apartment to throw together a makeshift meal. Everything seemed to run seamlessly for awhile, until she returned one evening from a Border’s, and found an owl tapping at her kitchen window. As it turned out, Daniel had enjoyed their date and the only reason he hadn’t contacted her sooner was due to nerves. Marie declined his invitation for a date that evening. She thought it would end there, no more advances. But Daniel wouldn’t take no for an answer, and sent an owl to her window each night asking if she’d have dinner with him or go dancing. Finally, after about a month, she accepted and they tried a second date.
From that point forward, their relationship blossomed. One date turned into two. Then two dates turned into three… and so on and so forth. He’d take her out on romantic dinners; she would surprise him with a picnic. It was bliss. They got along swimmingly, although they had their fair share of arguments, and evenly balanced one another out. When Marie got excited or nervous, he would calm her down. When Daniel needed to vent, she would listen and talk reason to him. Not to mention they shared a unique connection of the muggle world that other wizarding couples didn’t. Although Daniel wasn’t too fond of her holing herself up in her proverbial sanctuary, he slowly coaxed her back into her true home. They were in love, and perfect for one another. Despite both their obvious familial disconnections, they talked about the future and trying to have a positive experience, and thus decided to elope.
Although Daniel did a good job pulling Marie back into the wizarding world, the two of them agreed on living in the muggle world in Northern New York. Daniel would commute to his job, and Marie would stay at home to work on her novels and run the household. Not too long after they got situated was the good news shed upon them. Their dream of having a family, and hopefully one with strong bonds, was about to begin. Immediately preparations were made for the arriving infant, and on a chilly October night, Marie delivered Payton Elizabeth into the world. And so began Marie’s job as a full time mother and a part of the time author.
Life with Payton was rather joyous for Marie. Although she hated the dirty diapers and the constant fits when something just wasn’t right, they were easily ignored. She was a mother, she could hold a piece of her heart… herself… in her arms and coddle her until she deemed unnecessary. And Payton, at the time, thoroughly enjoyed the love and affection given to her. Daniel as well took to parenthood as Marie had. He ignored the sleepless nights and groggy mornings spent sleeping on his desk, only to cherish the serene hours of peace with his little girl in his arms or staring up blissfully at him.
Payton grew up as a rambunctious child. From putting anything and everything in her mouth during her infant years, to climbing tall trees and testing her durability by jumping from their limbs as a young child. Anything that brought her an adrenaline rush was sought out. Consequences never seemed to matter to her, nor did the numerous trips to the hospital. All she ever did then was ask questions upon questions until her nurse brought her some sort of snack to close her mouth. Wild and curious Payton, a child hard to keep track of by Marie and Daniel.
By the time Payton hit seven, still running amuck and having the time of her life, news of the impending war reached the Chandler’s by owl. For a few years they had received vague snip-bits about what Voldemort had been doing overseas, hearing about his slow takeover of the Ministry. To say the family had been worried would have been a lie. But Daniel had assured they were safe in America. Only when the owl came that a battle had ensued at Marie’s old school, and inevitably led to the death of the Dark Lord, did any underlying inhibitions dissipate away from the family. Although they had been safe, away from harm, they were sure no harm would come little Payton’s. And she could remain blissfully unaware of the happenings.
Time passed by in a snap, and havoc wreaking Payton mellowed out. She received her letter to the Salem Witch’s Academy, as well as a Hogwarts letter (quickly disregarded by Marie). All too quickly in a flurry of events, Daniel whisked Payton to the magical hub of NY to get her school things, then from there it was just a matter of waiting and asking questions. What she would learn, what would be expected of her, and this that and the other. It wasn’t too long before they sent they’re precious baby girl off to her first year of witch/wizard schooling.
It wasn’t long after her arrival that Payton found just hat subjects she was good in and just what subjects she detested. Although she had her fair share of friends, and would do just about anything and everything with them, she was studious and made top marks in Charms and Herbology. Had she not been so utterly awful at half the potions in her book, that would have been up there too, but unless it dealt with healing or medicinal purposes, it usually blew up in her face quite literally. Before too long, she received an owl from her parents. GOOD NEWS! She was expecting to have a baby sister by the end of her first term in school. Joy of all joys… but her parents needed something to entertain them while she mastered her wandwork.
Very quickly did life change for Payton. Not including the addition of Sophia in her home life for those short few months she was cooped up in summer, but as she progressed in school it seemed her mother became more and more displeased by her course of actions. It seemed like her desired career path wasn’t one her mother thought was suitable for her little girl. The two fought constantly through owl for the remainder of her school years, and after her graduation, the secret of why she couldn’t be a healer was drug out.
Marie couldn’t bare to see her daughter fall back into the field she had run away from, and inevitably into the arms of her “traitorous” mother. Marie refused to let Payton do as she wanted, despite any coercing Daniel did. So what happened to mother and daughter before, happened again. Payton, seventeen years old, packed up her bags and left home in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye to her father or even her baby sister, whom despite popular belief, she did love.
From that point on life for Payton changed drastically. She remained in the northern NY area, mostly to keep an eye on little Sophia, but aside from that, no stable living arrangements were made. She would stay in homeless shelters some nights, then sleep on park benches others… it depended really on the weather. But she wasn’t going home. She’d die of hypothermia before she went back to her mother. Finally she landed a job as a secretary doing invoices in a hospital. It wasn’t glorious, but she earned enough to pay for a tiny single room apartment. And that was all she needed. A bed and a bath.
Payton continued doing her hospital job up until she was twenty two years old. Never being given the chance to move up in the world, but not being able to afford looking elsewhere, including the sworn off wizarding world, she kept her mouth closed and remained diligent. The only reason she was finally given a chance was due to a multiple car wreck on a nearby highway. They were understaffed due to hour cuts, and when she saw the number of injured people being rolled in, she jumped into action. She was by no means trained to do anything the nurses where, but she was an extra set of hands with an extensive knowledge of the human body due to her schooling. So she mainly stayed off to the side, bandaging people up and recording ailments as thoroughly as she could. But she had been given her chance, just by showing some initiative.
From that one moment she was given a letter of recommendation to attend a nursing course to learn the basics that the nurses in the hospital had to do. The hospital paid for her classes, but she was under contract that she would stay with them until her debt was repaid years after. It seemed like a deal to her. Free classes and a paid job when she got out. And it was a good deal. She ended up being the top of her class, taking to muggle medicine like a fish took to water. Even with a habit to fall into the party scene with her new friends, she still got her work completed. It was Salem Witch’s Academy all over again, and she had found her passion.
For years Payton lived in happiness. She was doing what she loved, making money, and wasn’t being held down by her mother. Somewhere around the time she turned twenty-five, she contacted her grandmother, and kept up correspondence with her, however impersonal her owls were. But life was blissful for her for once. And then she got the call. Her parents had died… both of them… and they needed her to come to the coroner’s office to identify their bodies. Could there be a worse buzz kill?
From that moment on, time began to fly by as she stood still. She compartmentalized everything, and was seemingly unaffected by their deaths when she showed up. She identified their bodies, and took the responsibility laid out before her when she was told she was the primary care giver of Sophia. Since it was during the school year, Payton owled the Academy and arranged to have a meeting with the Head Master before she took Sophia away for the funeral. And in a flurry of hours, none of which Payton slept, she signed the relsease forms for Sophia’s transcripts, had them sent to Hogwarts (with a letter explaining everything), and pulled Sophia from the school.
They attended to funeral together, Sophia a wreck, hugging faceless people, then put their parents to rest. Some would have thought it cruel, Sophia probably did, but only an hour after they were buried were they packed up and heading for London where changes would be made and life would be safer. Payton was by no means a mother, and as it seemed, the only relative she had been in contact with lived in London. In her troubled mind, the dots connected that they needed to move no matter how much Sophia fussed, cried, or lashed out. They needed family, and Scarlett was all they had.
Heading straight for Hogwarts, having their stuff sent to a large flat Payton had rented out in the flurry of going-ons, Payton had Sophia transferred into the magical school she had heard about, despite the year having already started. It seemed the Head Mistress was sympathetic to what had happened, and let it slide. Emergencies weren’t entirely foreign in their world. However, what took Payton off guard was when she was offered a job there herself. It wasn’t high paying, by any means, and she’d only be aiding in the Hospital Wing, but it was a job. As it turned out, Scarlett seemed to be getting a bit old, and since she was an asset to the school firing her would be awful. (As it also turned out, Scarlett had asked it a favor if Payton could aid her since her marks were pretty well in those aspects). So much to Sophia’s dismay, and much out of necessity, Payton took the offer.
The year having started already, Payton is finding it hard to gather her bearings. Although she has yet to grip what exactly happened to her parents, she is focusing more on her work and making McGonagall proud of her decision. As well, she is trying to be as sociable as possible, and make nice with all the other professors. However, with the looming responsibility of Sophia over her head, and her senile grandmother’s mistakes she constantly has to fix, outside life has become a thing in the past.
Appearance
Appearance is something that Payton didn’t put much stock into. Intelligence and knowledge were far too important to her during her informative years, that and paying attention to fashion trends was never on her list of things to do. But even in purposely trying to avoid being the attractive girl in school, by dressing oddly or by not wearing her make-up, she had failed. Payton had been born with a beautiful face, and a body to match, easily looked at as ‘the girl next door’ with a bit of a fire in her eyes.
Although Payton doesn’t think her appearance is much to be desired, she has found that she isn’t as bland as she has hoped. With a striking height of 5’7, she stands tall next to some of her counterparts. Although marginally taller than the average female, her height is quite deceiving. Uniquely proportioned, with shorter legs than a woman of her stature should have, it’s hard to distinguish until standing up close. Slightly shy about that oddness, she remedies the situation by wearing high heels which tend to shape her legs and even her out. Although more comfortable shoes seem like a better option for her profession, she finds comfort in evening out her height and stature.
Having lost her innocent ‘girl next door look’, Payton has become a bit more refined and mellow. She no longer seems to be the wide eyed and bushy-tailed girl that she used to be. With an odd grace about her features, her high cheek bones and soft angled chin, she has turned into a woman with a bit of mystery behind her glittering eyes. Accentuated by her smooth flawless skin that she barely worked to receive and a healthy glow she has become a woman worth looking at, though she would never admit it.
The one thing that she both takes pride in, and hates at the same time, however, would be her hair. Payton has always loved her hair and the way it looks when she took more than two seconds to comb it properly. But being that she constantly wore it up and under medical hats, it seemed that it only took two seconds to get ready. Her long, dark brown, silky tresses very quickly became more of a hassle for her than anything. With long, layered bangs that fall into her eyes in just the right way to conveniently be inconvenient, and waves of thick hair that just never seem to stay out of her way for long periods of time, she has many times contemplated cutting it all off. But with her love for it, she has kept it at a healthy and manageable length just below her shoulders. During work hours, Payton has a habit of keeping her hair in a ponytail. Other than that, anytime that is free time, she’ll actually put effort into looking presentable.
Although she has put no stock in the attractiveness of her body, or just how much of a woman she may be, the truth of the matter is that Payton isn’t exactly hard on the eyes. Between her hourglass figure, not to heavily defined by wide hips, or no hips at all, her toned and flat stomach, and her womanly curves, she earns double takes quite often. She may not be the most beautiful girl around, but she isn’t like the average girl walking down the street much to her dismay.
As far as fashion goes for the woman, it’s hardly there. Since she hardly cared for looking good in her school years, and only really cared for comfort over style, it’s easy to tell that she is no fashionista. Although she has since evolved from the girl who hated the idea that she was good looking, and has gotten clothes that accentuate rather than just… cover… Payton is still not the girl to go to for advice. As far as her work clothes go, she’d sooner be seen in scrubs or dress pants and a nice blouse with a lab coat before the silly robes most other wizards choose to wear. Preferring muggle work clothes over wizard professional dress, few robes are found in her wardrobe. As for casual days, simple jeans and a comfortable shirt suffice. She doesn’t go for bling and pizzazz as some would. Comfort is her aim, and simply that.
Personality
A lot of her life, Payton has dealt with hardships that many would not have been forced to deal with. From being disowned by her parents, bouncing around between homeless shelter to park benches, and then single handedly building her life back from the ground up she was forced to mature far earlier than the average person. Far be it for her say that she is grown up and more mature than most, but to say that she is on the same level as someone else her age would be a lie. A lot of her destitution and achievements though, have formed her to be the person that she is, rather than someone she would have been had she stayed at home.
Although she decidedly chose to live such a difficult life, from the time she was a young girl in school to now, Payton has been the type of person who can differentiate between work and play. Although the concept doesn’t exactly seem so hard to comprehend, her personality was shaped from that knowledge. What she did usually shaped what she would allow her personality to be like. Be it hardworking while she was doing an essay or paper work, or a bit goofy if she had time to mess around with her friends. But the thing about this trait of hers is, she won’t allow her two worlds of work and play to mix, and thus, she won’t let her opposing personalities show either. She’s either work Payton or play Payton.
Whether she is hard working, focused, determined work Payton who finds enjoyment in paperwork and mixing healing potions, or play Payton who is friendly, silly, goofy, comfortable and spends her time conversing with friends and having the occasional drink, she is very much the same when it comes to her temper. Although Payton liked to think she was easy going and not to easy to light a fire under, things have changed. With the welcoming of Sophia back into her family, her fuse has become short. And with most people who have short fuses, any nerve if pressed on for too long will set her off in to a rampage of defense or offense. Although she has a sensible head on her shoulders, she often times uses it to her disadvantage and goes for low blows she knows will hurt people. But like any short fuse, as quick as she is to go off, she is quick to come down.
Like any normal person, Payton thrives for social communication and relationships. Be those friendships, one night stands, or commitments. Being cooped up with the same four walls as a fence and paperwork as the only company hasn’t done her any good in the past, nor will it continue. Although she has a good work ethic, she has a social priority to herself that she needs to uphold. And with that social priority she has learned to become quite the friendly person. She can get along with just about anyone if need be, and the ones she wants to get along with, she generally becomes good friends with. With this in mind, she has also developed the philosophy that age is just a number. People are only as old as they feel and act. So when it comes to making friends, years have never been a deciding factor.
Though, her need for friends and social rendezvous are normal, she is also abnormal in the same respect that she likes to be alone and in complete silence. She is the type of person who will one week want to be busy and go out every night, then the following week want nothing to do but hermit herself up in a dark corner. Dropping off the face of the earth has always been her coping mechanism when she needed to process something or when feeling particularly stressed. Sitting with no noise or distractions is just as appealing to her as a night out drinking with the girls.
All together, Payton is a friendly person with her priorities set straight. She knows when she needs to be professional and work, and will act as such. But the moment her work is completed, she knows and acts just how she feels. Albeit a bit of a crazy drunk and a nostalgic person who enjoys the muggle side of life, she is as sane and put together as the average person. Able to compartmentalize things and deal with them on her own time, bad things and good alike don’t tend to affect her until she lets them. Which can both be a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Likes & Dislikes
- Medicine/Healing
- Solitude
- Chess/Wizards Chess
- Books and reading
- Discipline
- Swing sets and tire swings… pretty much muggle playgrounds
- Intelligence
- “Letting her hair down” occasionally
- Fruity body mists
- Being tickled, though she would never admit it
- Her cat
- Coffee… any kind, though preferably not black.
- Muggle horror films and that rush of adrenaline
- Camping the muggle way
- Games of Twister
- Getting drunk
Dislikes:
- Bugs
- Her mother
- Picking up (her grandmother’s) other people’s messes
- Crowded areas
- Egotists
- People who rag on muggles, but don’t know anything about them
- Muggle hospital TV dramas
- Splinters
- Fake nails
- The lack of morality and decency exhibited by society
- Bullying
- When wizards don’t embrace their muggle roots
- Ignorance
- Guessing games
- Hangovers
- Fake Italian cooking
- Teeth
Amortentia:
- S’mores
- Fresh Basil
- Rubbing Alcohol
Pet Peeves:
- Mastication when mouth is ajar
- Nail biters and hang-nail pullers
- When people pick their teeth, is makes her skin crawl
- People who snap to get other’s attention
- Muggle dissing
Strengths & Weaknesses
Strengths:
- Always fair
- Rational
- Intelligent
- Accepting
- Healing, both charms wise and potions, as well as in the muggle fashion
- Patient
- Compartmentalizing
- Flexible
- Trustworthy
- Fun/ Social
- Graceful
Weaknesses:
- Easily overwhelmed
- Anything that smells bad
- Teeth, she HATES them
- Handling an overload of responsibility
- Her sister, Sophia
- Violence, she couldn’t handle herself
- Untrusting with emotional issues
- Breaks under the pressure of guilt
- Insecure
- Unconfident
- Frustrated
Boggart: Although Payton spent a good part of her life separated from her family, whether it was from either set of grandparents, or when she left home due to a disagreement with her mother, her boggart is her family. Not in a sense that she is afraid of them, but in the sense that she is afraid of losing them without ever apologizing. Already having lost her parents without even so much as a Christmas card from the time she moved out, she’s realized that family is everything, and doesn’t want to lose her remaining members… those being her grandmother and her sister.
Play By: Olivia Wilde
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