Jaslene Guinevere Dalton

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The Basics

The name which I go by now is probably less familiar than the one I was given as birth. As of now, my full name is Jaslene Guinevere Dalton, the surname which I adopted when I happened to marry someone with that name. However, until a few months ago, my surname was Malfoy. I'm not too fussed about either one, they're both just names. As for nicknames, you can call me Jas, if I like you and it's best just not to call me at all if I don't. I do not accept any other forms of my name, so don't call me Jazzy or whatever other witty names your weird mind can muster up. I'm eighteen years old, as I turned this age on the 2nd of January this year. I'm most definitely a female, and have always been female. As this is so and my attraction is always towards people of the opposite gender, I am heterosexual although my relationship status evidently condems me from acting on this. Adding to all this, I'm a lovely canon.

The Magic

Ever since the day I arrived at Hogwarts, I've been a Slytherin. Of course, if you were the cynical type you might have guessed that merely based on part of my parentage. I know Slytherin is probably suited to me, seeing as the hat decided I belonged there, but part of me really wanted to be in Ravenclaw instead. Slytherin still has some of that evil stereotype attached to it, and although it pains me to say, sometimes quite deservingly, when you examine the people sorted into that house. Even though I'm a Slytherin, it does not automatically mean I buy into this 'pureblood purity' rubbish, because I'd be a hypocrite. I happen to be a full-blood, with a pureblooded father and a muggle-born mother, so I'm not about to go round yelling about how I hate muggles and whatever else. That's just stupid and ignorant. This is partly why I've decided to participate in the association called Malfoy's Army. I'd rather not ever think about becoming one of the opposing people. My allegiance lies firmly with that of the 'good' side and my mother subsequently. Onto what I call the more boring details about me includes mentioning my wand which is 9", ebony with a unicorn tail hair core. Since I'm a student, I have no need of a job just yet, as my occupation centres around receiving education at Hogwarts.

The Appearance

in terms of my appearance, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the way I look. To be honest, if anything, I go through moments of loving parts of my appearance too much. To put it simply, I don’t have many body-hang ups, although my body’s by no means anywhere perfect. However, I’m firmly of the opinion that you should make the most of what you’re given and wear it with confidence. I know, I could be a life counsellor with that kind of advice. I do hate it when people describe others as unattractive though, as this is all a matter of opinion, if you’re happy with how you look, who honestly cares what that person thinks? As for me, I’m a girl, so yes, like most females, I get those moments where I just want to sit down and wallow because I feel weird or I feel that I don’t ‘look right’, but most people won’t notice, partly because my friend happens to be a guy who probably wouldn’t notice if I turned up in a purple jumpsuit with red hair.

My hair isn’t red naturally, but a light blonde. When I was younger, it was a bright blonde, more like my father’s, however with age, it’s become the typical yellowish blonde, but still a shade that makes it obvious that I’m part of the Malfoy family. I’d like to say my hair was of the texture, colour and length of a fairytale princess, but unfortunately, I’d be lying. I could claim the hair colour, but my hair is of a length that falls halfway between my shoulders and my lower back, I’d describe it more accurately, but I don’t know the name of that part of the body. I suppose it’s much easier just to say that my hair’s quite long, but not to the extremes of being down to my waist. Seeing as it is of a reasonable length, the styling possibilities could be endless, which I embrace, however, you’ll usually find that I just let it fall naturally, more often than not it will be straight, unless I feel like making a special effort, and looking at you, I don’t think that’ll happen. Joking. I usually only spend longer curling my hair or styling it further if I’m going out to an event. Admittedly sometimes I do it because I feel like it though, so you could say that it varies on how I’m feeling. That would probably be the most apt way of phrasing it. The one hairstyle that nobody sees, unless I unknowingly have a stalker who watches me while I sleep, is the one that occurs as a result of sleeping. I spend a fair few minutes in front of a mirror before I venture outside and I’d never let anyone at Hogwarts see me with bed-head hair. I’m just obsessive about this one thing, although I can’t explain exactly why.

Unlike my hair colour, my eyes colour seems to incorporate a full mixture of genes from both parents, resulting in a weird greenish colour. I mean, what is that about? My eyes now look like a version of Harry Potter’s. Surely someone should have warned my parents that mixing grey and brown eyes was not a good idea? I’m not even sure how it managed to work out that way, surely brown is by far the dominant eye colour? By now, you might have spotted that one of my criticisms is the colour of my eyes. People always comment on them, whether positively or negatively and yet my hair is supposed to be the distinguishing feature? Go figure. The shape of my eyes is quite satisfactory though, I have few problems there.

The one major problem with my body is the fact that it bruises very easily. I don’t know how one comes to be so susceptible to injuries, but it can be quite irritating at times. I don’t even need to hurt myself notably, just a tiny nudge into a surface and little yellow spots will appear. Since you know that I find it incredibly difficult to lie, I have to admit that this makes dressing and acting confidently all the more difficult when whatever you wear, you’re sporting an attractive area of bruising on your leg or arm. Merlin knows how my body would react if I actually got into an actual accident. Since I’ve lived with this condition for many years, I tend to overlook it best as I can, and with success most of the time, but it doesn’t stop smaller annoying people pointing the marks out with interest as though they clearly believe I’m the victim of some sort of domestic abuse. Which I’m not, before we go any further. I’m not even especially clumsy, so the nature of this condition continues to perplex even now.

Since most people are only concerned with hair and eye colour when they ask about appearance, I’ll gloss over the rest of the information. My height and weight are much the same as any teenage girl of around my age. Okay, I might be slightly underweight, but I don’t have any problems, I just eat a lot healthier and exercise more than most of the girls in my year. Yes, now I mention it, you might say this is another of my few obsessions, I do like to maintain my healthy lifestyle, passing over the cakes and fast food that lots of teenagers seem to enjoy gorging on. If I ever saw the appeal of these kinds of foods, I’d probably relent and eat a few of them, but most of it doesn’t appeal to my taste buds in the slightest and there’s no sense in eating food I don’t like. Those students wouldn’t eat their food if it didn’t taste pleasant. Oh, as I was saying, my weight is slightly under the average and I stand at about 5’7”, so slightly above average on that, maybe? If this is true, then it balances itself out rather nicely.

In terms of how I dress, I’m quite easy. That could have perhaps been phrased better, but what I mean in that, is that I’ll wear pretty much anything, although I do have a particular fondness for shorts and skirts. But the list is pretty exhaustive, I’ll never wear jeans though, I find them far too uncomfortable, some people claim that it’s purely because I love to show my legs off, but I find them to be far too concerned in the matter of what I wear and jealous to some extent. My other flaw is that I often dress far too ‘summery’, in that I go out without a warm layer of clothing such a jacket about nine times out of ten. Sometimes it’s intentional, other times I genuinely forget. If you see a blonde girl freezing at the start of a snowstorm in the grounds, chances are, I’ll be that girl. As for the person I most resemble, Amber Heard seems the be the most common comparison, although I’ve never personally checked this out.

The Personality

unfortunately for a lot of people, I’m not a stranger to mood swings or saying one thing and changing my mind about three minutes later. This can make it hard for other people, me included in this, to know what I like and dislike. Generally, you can presume that I have a fondness for one Joshua Dalton, running, swimming, watching Quidditch, reading, warming myself in front of a fire, lazing around in the sunshine, dresses, most clothing, my family, my friends, cats, letters, the colour blue, potions and astronomy lessons. However, I particularly dislike unhealthy food, flying, ignorance, stereotypes, prejudice, herbology, exams, cold winter days, being alone for too long, fire whiskey and the smell of cinnamon. I could go on and list various other things that make it onto either of these lists, but these are the most important ones and I also see little point in writing down everything that comes into my head, as we’d be here for years.

As you might expect, a few of my strengths and weaknesses are related to my likes or dislikes. You’d have to be a strange individual to enjoy doing something that you were that bad at. I know it happens, but the typical reaction is to like what you excel at, and vice versa, and for this, I don’t differ too much from the norm. For example, it’s no closely guided secret that I love Potions, mostly because I discovered a talent for it during my first years at Hogwarts. In the same way, I never formed a good opinion of subjects like Herbology or Defence because, while I wasn’t atrocious at them (ignoring the damage to plants in the greenhouses throughout previous years), I wasn’t great either, leading me to become slightly disillusioned and lose some interest in the lessons. That isn’t to say that I wasn’t bothered at all, I still studied for hours to pass those subjects, as I did with all the others, revision being one of my strengths, and still succeeded in getting some pretty good grades. I suppose you might cite the cause of these grades as intelligence, rather than revision, but either way, I’d say I’m reasonably accomplished with both. Along with this, you'd probably say I was reasonably talented at both Legilimency and its counterpart Occlumency, although I personally wouldn't use the term 'gifted.'

One of my best qualities, if I say so myself, goes hand in hand with one of my fears. If you’re a friend of mine, or a family member, there’s no question that I’ll love you, and consequently I’ll be eternally loyal to you. I can’t say the same for everyone, in fact, if you don’t slot into either of these two groups, I’m more likely to nothing you than do anything out of spite. So even some randomer came up to me and told me a secret, I wouldn’t tell anyone, most likely, I’d forget it, if anything, through lack of contemplation on the topic. So in this respect, you might say I was loyal like that also, but mostly you’ll see this quality through how I treat the people closest to me. Like most people, I’d drop almost anything to help them, even if I might be reluctant to admit this out loud, I’ll always be there for them, regardless of what happens or what they might do. But despite my loyalty, I’m pretty terrified of serious commitment, like not even normal fear, but out of this world kind of scared, like I run from men because I don’t like the idea of thing being anything more than a which means relationships are doomed from the start. Or so I previously thought.

When it comes down to life, I suppose you could say that I lack certain characteristics that are present in others, which could also be considered to be weaknesses. The first of these being time-keeping, at which a cat is probably better at than me, despite having no means of telling the time. I don’t know what it is, but it happens so regularly that you might as well resign yourselff to the fact that whenever a meeting is arranged, I’ll usually be between ten-fifty minutes late. Usually it’s because of my other major fault- I get so easily distracted that it’s bordering on ridiculous. Instead of preparing and being ready to leave when I have five minutes left, I grab a book and sit on a chair, not glancing at the clock for the next few chapters of the book. As one could imagine, this leads to panicking and darting down corridors at eighty-five miles an hour as I attempt to appear at least halfway organised. But yes, you could sum this up by saying that my concentration and punctuality could both be improved considerably.

I’ve lost count of the number of habits I have, most of them are to do with body language and facial expressions, such as biting my lip when I’m nervous, and part of me frowns to have to admit this, but my father and paternal grandfather’s typical raise of the eyebrow has been passed on to me also, although I only use this when I find something or someone to be of a suspicious nature. I blame genetics. Like my mother, I also have a habit of picking up random books and reading them at the most inappropriate of times. I think it’s a confidence thing - it makes me comfortable, although this is something I can mostly control, with a few exceptions. I’d never tell anyone this, apart those I’m closest to, but I’m afraid of crying in front of people. I don’t like the look or the feel of it. It makes me appear weak. I never cry. Or so I tell people. Secretly, all I’ve ever wanted is to find the one person who loves me and whom I love also. This is why I used to be so anti-male. None of them treated me in the way that I craved. Hence I acted as though I hated men and despised the idea of relationships. Strange the way the human mind works, isn’t it?

To summarise my personality, you might hear words that correlate to the meaning of ‘stubborn.’ It’s true, I can be incredibly stubborn and unyielding in my perspective of how things should be done. It takes a person who can match this level of stubbornness to persuade me to change how I feel about anything, and even then the probability only becomes somewhat better. I would say a large part of my character is dominated by the love of reading and subsequent intellect which I owe largely to my mother, with no offence meant to my father here. I’m not at all like the Slytherin who wouldn’t have a brain cell to combine with the other four people they resided with. I’d also say that winning competitions and challenges is a massive thing for me, it doesn’t go unnoticed that I’ll generally do anything in order to win a competition, through a sense of self-pride and a dislike of losing. That’s the one thing I prize in a significant other - the ability to compete with me, I rarely get along well with people who nod and agree with everything I say. I suppose you could say, really, I’m quite like your average teenage girl in some respects but unique in others.

The Background

If you hadn’t worked it out yet (in which case I’d be quite worried about your intelligence), I was born to Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. I know, it’s a weird partnership, but strangely, it seemed to work. I’d say seems, but with my mother missing, I can’t evaluate the relationship as easily now. My father has now reached the age of 40, as has my mother. They like to keep things simple like that. As for the rest of my never-ending family, there’s my younger sister, who’s several years younger than myself, at just twelve years of age. She’s a Gryffindor, just to be awkward. I joke, she maintains that it’s because I’m more like our father, while she’s more like our mother, generally I let her believe this.

Oh yes, we were focusing on the massive family I have. I won’t mention everyone because, again, we’d be here for a long time, if I was to list every name that I know of, and I suspect there’s a few more that I don’t remember or have never been told about. Since my mother’s side of the family is much simpler to explain, I’ll start there. Obviously, there’s my maternal grandparents, who are odd in their own way, but nice enough. They’re both around 65 years of age now, and both Muggles. I think the wizarding world still continues to fascinate them even now. Seeing as my mother happened to be an only child, there’s no aunts or cousins to speak of. On the other hand, we’ve got a small number of aunts, uncles and whatever else’s on my father’s side. He’s also an only child, so nobody important to speak of there either. There’s obviously the issue of his parents whom are both pure-blooded and proud of it. Seriously, you won’t have to hum and ah about it, they’ll be upfront and in your face about it. So if you’re not like them or not related to them, there’s a fair chance you won’t be staying in their company for much longer. Well, actually, I’m projecting a lot of these qualities onto my grandmother, who isn’t as bad about blood status. I think she sometimes just goes along with what her husband says to make life easier for her. Names for these are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and they’re now - ancient. Or nearing seventy, whichever you like.

Because my grandfather had to marry someone who was born as part of the Black family, there’s countless other relatives I could mention there, but I really can’t be bothered to. If you’re really that interested, go seek a book about it. I’m sure it’s not difficult to find. Apparently there’s a whole family tree that you can research as well if you’re that dedicated, but I personally can’t retain that many names. Thankfully, most of the older ones are deceased and the alive ones don’t visit that often for family reunions. To put it at its basic level, you can safely assume that at some point, I’ll be related to any pure-blooded family.

So, back to me. I was born, as you know, on the second day of January so I must have been a lovely gift for the start of a new year. For as long as I can remember we’ve lived in the outskirts of Wiltshire, due to its prime location for important venues. Yes, I know that was too sarcastic. The reason we reside there is that my father grew up there and the infamous ‘Malfoy Manor’ resides there also. Contrary to the Malfoy tradition, I was born in a hospital in London, more to do with my mother’s insistence than anything else, I believe. Since that day, I’ve been influenced mostly by my parents, but to some irritation to my mother, my grandparents also had input into my childhood beliefs and attitudes. Now, I’m not going to sit here and deny that this never had any effect on me. For most of my life I’ve had a very pessimistic view of marriage and love. I often wonder now if pure-blooded children are raised with this negative opinon so that the notion of not loving the person you marry is not at all a problem. You just accept the fact as though it’s completely normal. Ironically, the male I’m now married to is probably their dream grandson.

I’d go as far as to say that most of my childhood and early teenage years didn’t differ from what you’d expect. I’m not saying that it was boring or unsatisfactory, but nothing that shocking happened. However, my father did spend the time and effort and much of his sanity attempting to teach his stubborn daughter to learn to protect her mind, as he'd learned to in his youth. Eventually, this seems to have worked. I guess perservence isn't always pointless. My Hogwarts years went by without any trouble, with my grades in end of year exams being a rival for those achieved by my mother all those years ago. So everything was nice and loving and I was reasonably happy, but then apparently nature decided this was not enough. Just as I was about to start revising for my sixth year NEWT examinations, my father decided to drop a massive surprise in that he had arranged for me to marry an unknown pure-blooded boy. Needless to say, I was far from impressed, which led to some tension between father and daughter. This was far from the worst part though.

At first I was losing my head over constant contemplation as to the arrogant man which I would be forced to live with for the remainder of my life. But then the whole thing just gets better as on one all too familiar evening by the lake, I stumbled across the eldest of the Dalton children who had experienced the same bitter fate. It now seems ridiculous that neither of us had managed to put these very simple facts together, but at the time, I wasn’t thinking straight and simple things like this had been overlooked. In fact, we never worked it out, we had to be told by his lovely parents that we were in fact standing beside our future spouse. Awkward, right? Add to that feeling the fact that we’d spent the previous fifteen minutes bitching about how bad they were going to be. As far as the rest of that day went, it wasn’t good. Being the stupid people that we are, we made all of this effort, mainly in vain, to try and stop the marriage arrangements.

Yet again, despite the fact that we’re both reasonably clever, neither of us were clever enough to spot that if we spent too much time together, plotting against our parents, or whatever else, it wasn’t going to end in any way that it did. As time went on, I went through the same phase of being unable to think. I thought I could overcome this, but I was kidding myself. I couldn’t hide or deny feelings that strong, no matter what I thought of people who acted in the very way that I was. As time progressed, I was slowly becoming more and more hypocritical in my actions and my beliefs, until the moment that I blurted it all out. Strangely, it felt amazing, like a weight lifted off my shoulders that I had been carrying for too long. On finding out that he felt the same way, we started seeing each other, despite resignation to the fact that our parents knew us better than we thought. It's amazing actually, how long ago that seems. Since then, I obviously got married to this same boy that I told everyone, including myself, that I severely disliked and never wanted to marry. Yeah, even I don't know quite how that worked out.

The Roleplayer

Okay, so this is Cait. This is my second character, Evelyn Dalton is the other. I've been roleplaying for far too long and I first found this on an advert in Proboards Support. Are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cough drop?

The Credits

okay, so listen up. this application was made by vicky from a changed hogwarts. if you want to use it for your site, just ask her, but make sure that you leave the credit on! if you don't, then i'll send my army of flying pigs to come and get you! that includes both asking and leaving the credit, because she will not be pleased if you don't.