Post by IVANA GRACE LAWSON on Feb 17, 2011 17:19:39 GMT -5
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IVANA.GRACE.LAWSON
[/color]~ Full Name: Ivana Grace Lawson
~ Nicknames: Iva, Vana
~ Age/ DOB: June 17th
~ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
~ Species: Conforming Angel
~ Position: Leader
~ Play By: Elisabeth Harnois
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- I LOOKED AT YOU AND ALL I SAW WAS COLORS.
I’ll be the first to admit it - I might have been wrong. Being human isn’t as easy as I always thought. I’ve spent a very long time watching them, so I thought I had an idea of what it was like. I clearly judged them too harshly. I couldn’t understand why they went to war or why they lied to each other and hurt each other, or why some of them did the things they did to themselves. Although our Father would most likely not approve, I had a pretty clear opinion that humans were just a bit stupid. Yes, I am a bit judgmental, I suppose. It’s a bad trait. I love humans, though, I do, and they’ve always fascinated me, but some of the things they’ve done to each other are simply impossible for me to understand. It used to be, anyway. Spending over a century in a human body has allowed me to see things from a different perspective.
- THE WORLD’S TURNING ROUND FOR YOU.
I hadn’t spent much time as a human before back in 1884, preferring to watch the world from my own form. It had happened occasionally, but my only vessels had been humans who did not have much longer and therefore had nothing to lose. That’s beside the point, though. The points is that someone I trusted and cared deeply for turned his back on us. How betrayed I felt, well, I didn’t really feel until I settled into this body. That’s the thing with humans, isn’t it? These powerful emotions, I mean. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Even happiness makes them act irrationally. Over a century in this body, and I still don’t know how to keep myself from smiling or crying. I’m not entirely convinced this is how things would have worked if I had created the universe. Don’t get me wrong, I’m wholly loyal and devoted, but there’s something about this that feels… silly.
- NO ONE EVER THOUGHT SHE COULD DO THAT.
We all thought the world was safe now that the caskets had been sealed away, but as it turns out, we were wrong. I have to admit, I’m not exactly shocked. I know, I know, I’m being too negative, but really. We should have predicted that someone, someday would find a way to cause even more chaos. If there was no chaos, no threat to the world, we wouldn’t be necessary, and if we weren’t necessary, we probably wouldn’t be around. Or maybe we wouldn’t. I blame this body for how I philosophical I’ve been lately. Yes, I know that doesn’t make much sense. What’s your point? Anyway, it soon became fairly obvious that we had to do something, and I’ve never been someone who sits around waiting for someone else to take responsibility. Leadership comes naturally to me, I suppose, even if I might not look like it right now. Looks can be deceiving, as they say. I don’t really see why, but I’ve never quite understood how humans interpret each others’ appearances. Aren’t they all human anyway?t r a i t s and t h o u g h t s
- CIRCLES INSIDE OF YOUR MIND.
I’ve always been an observer. I like watching, listening, understanding and learning. Shy, as some would put it, is not something I would describe myself as. See, I might not enjoy causing a scene and I don’t chat people’s ears off on a regular basis, but I am comfortable around others and have no problems communicating if I want to. I’m not the friendliest person ever either, though, and I’m a much better leader or fighter than a counselor. You see, I’m realistic, and I do what I have to do to get things done. Sometimes, pushing both yourself and others is necessary. Please don’t misunderstand, though - I hate causing others any kind of pain more than anything else in the world. I’m just not one for mollycoddling everyone around me either. Sometimes, being strict is necessary. Not cruel, never cruel, but able to make difficult decisions. Therefore, there are quite a few who turn to me for guidance… but I’m not really much wiser than anyone else. In fact, when it comes to the human world, I probably know less than many. There are just certain things I’m good at that makes it natural for me to take charge. I might just be a control freak.
- THERE IS MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE.
I’m as affected by emotions as the rest, though, and sometimes, that makes everything so much more difficult. There are times when I even second-guess myself. Still, there are faults not caused by my human body. Although I am an angel, patience is not exactly my greatest virtue. I can’t sit idly by and watch the world fall apart and not do anything. In some situations, that is probably a strength, but I have been criticized for my tendency to be a bit too… impulsive. On the other hand, I’m quite critical of the ideas of others, even the best-laid plans, and I admit I’ve got a bad habit of thinking I know better than those around me. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been around so long, or maybe it’s simply a character flaw. It doesn’t matter, though, because if we’re going to be completely honest, I’m usually right anyway. Oh, that makes me sound terribly cocky, doesn’t it? I’m really not that bad, I swear. I’ve just never seen the point in putting yourself down when you know you’re good at something. On the other hand, I don’t approve of acting like you’re better than you really are either. Being honest to yourself is the most important thing, and… Here I go off on a lecture on the importance self-confidence again. I should just cut it out before I bore you to tears.
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It was crazy how fast three weeks could go by. Four months ago, Cindy could have sworn it felt like she would never be out of Hogwarts, but those last few weeks before summer had come and gone as well. So had the summer with the Montrose Magpies, and she’d be returning to work with them in just over a week. That was exciting, of course, but in a way, she wished she could have stayed here just a little longer – and, frankly, Cindy Wood did not often want to stay away from Quidditch any longer than she absolutely had to. She had lived and breathed Quidditch since before she could walk, been on the team for six out of her seven Hogwarts years and had always dreamed of playing for Montrose, but she knew she was going to miss home. Her family, and her friends, and her… She wasn’t quite sure what to call Francis.
She had been delighted when he’d asked her to stay with him. Cindy wasn’t good at keeping her feelings a secret, after all, so it was a pretty well known fact that she had been in love with him for a while. Even she wasn’t quite sure how long. There had been that fourth year crush, obviously, but she was pretty sure that had faded in between him becoming an unforgivable womanizer and her re-developing feelings for him in their seventh year. It might not have, though. It didn’t really matter anyway. The point was that staying at his apartment had turned out better than she’d hoped for. Exactly how her move from the room across the hall had occurred, she wasn’t entirely sure, but suffice to say that she certainly wasn’t sleeping there anymore.
Sleeping with Francis McLaggen. Merlin, that was not something she would have expected a year ago. She didn’t care who knew, but on the other hand, she didn’t care who didn’t know either. It couldn’t do any harm to not tell everyone what was going on between them, so they didn’t. Simple as that. Plus, considering James’ reaction upon hearing about Rose and Andrew’s relationship, it was probably best to not talk too much about such things. No, she wasn’t concerned that James might punch out Francis – if he tried, she’d punch him right back. As her best friend of eighteen years, James knew that well enough. It still seemed easier to just not bring it up, though, just in case, because she certainly didn’t want to have to break his nose. And her sisters… well, Juliet had more than enough with her own life right now, and Felicity wouldn’t approve. Arguing with Fellie was something she loathed.
What were they now, though? Cindy didn’t know. She was sleeping with Francis, and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. They couldn’t be dating because they didn’t really date, and they weren’t officially a couple either, but they were obviously… together. And she was fine with that, as long as that together-ness was exclusive, because she would snap if she discovered Francis was seeing anyone else while sleeping with her. She didn’t really think he was anyway, because that would be a bloody stupid thing to do, and although the things he did weren’t always strokes of genius, he was an intelligent person. Not that she’d tell him she thought so. It might go to his head.
Last night had been another night spent together before waking up in the same bed. That was something she was getting used to already, and she rather liked it. The sound of his dogs barking in the morning wasn’t something she was so sure about, but she could live with it. Plus, it wasn’t like it happened every morning, and she did like dogs. Sure, she liked them more when they were quiet, but they were alright at other times as well. Anyway, waking up next to Francis was something she actually occasionally found herself contemplating if she might be able to do for the rest of her life, and the fact that the answer to that might be yes actually frightened her a bit. It was all moving so fast, and… she kind of really wanted it to.
She woke up for a brief second as she heard Francis get out of bed, but simply groaned and went back to sleep before as much as a full minute had passed. Waking up the next time wasn’t quite as comfortable, as she felt someone poking her face. Francis. Opening her eyes, she smiled faintly, suddenly aware that she had to look a complete mess right now. Then she remembered that he’d seen her like that pretty much every morning for the last three weeks, and there had definitely been times at Hogwarts when she’d looked worse as well, so she probably shouldn’t worry. She did, though. Francis McLaggen actually caused her to worry about her appearance. What was next, wearing pink stilettos and miniskirts? No, she told herself, that was never going to happen. No. It would be awfully impractical for Quidditch.
”G’morning,” she muttered, her voice a bit groggy because she wasn’t quite awake yet. ”You’re up early.” Smiling faintly as she spoke, she sat up in the bed and tilted her head slightly, noticing the tray of food on the other side. Had he made her breakfast? That was so sweet. Not exactly typical of their relationship so far, but hey, she wasn’t about to complain. She liked food almost as much as she liked not having to cook, so having breakfast made for her was certainly a good way to start the day.
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