annie louise carter

[annie louise carter]

The Basics

Hey you, yeah, you! I’m really surprised that you’ve not at least heard of me, I mean, I do kind of stand out and I know that there are occasional rumours about me. More than likely about me and a certain guy, but lets not go into that here. The point is that my name is Annie Louise Carter. You can call me Annie, Carter, Anniez, or Anniepop, but that last one counts only if you’re Trevor. If you use that one and you’re not him, I warn you that he probably won’t be impressed and neither will I. I only stand for it from him because he makes the best kickass pancakes in all of Hogwarts. Anyway. This is totally of the point. I do that a lot too, get distracted. Maybe I have ADD or whatever the attention disorder is. Speaking of order, if you call me anything other than those knick names, then that’s out of order and the likelihood is that my 100% original personality will blow you away, and if that doesn’t work then I’ll either go all karate kickass on you, or just curse you. Your choice. And just so you know, you may want to mark out July 4th on your amazing calendar, because that would be my amazing birthday, and right now I’m seventeen years old, and last time I checked, I was a kickass straight female. Happy days.

The Magic

Okay so listen up, I’m only going to say this all once here because I don’t like having to repeat myself, it gets tedious and boring. The only time repeating the same information is acceptable for me, is when your filling out an essay and you just put the same things in there and re-word it, so it looks like you wrote more. That’s a good tip, you should try that if you ever find yourself in need of bulking something out. I picked that tip up from a fellow Gryffindor. If you didn’t guess already that’s my house at Hogwarts, where I am an amazing student. I’m pure blood, both my mother and father come from pure blood families with enough money to keep us all settled and comfortable, although it doesn’t bother me and I’m actually quite taken with the muggles and their technology. My wand is 11 inches long and it’s made of willow wood, with some unicorn hair at the core of it. Pretty epic, right? I know, I deserve the best though.

The Appearance

Alright, the first place someone usually looks at on me is my hair. It’s kind of eye catching, right? Well I’d say so. It’s just past my shoulders, and it’s red. I blame my mother for that, and my grandmother too, but I thank her for it too because it’s unique and I love it, and it really does suit me, both my look and my personality. You see, the hair runs in the family, just like when we have girls. You see, girls run in the family too, and our line hasn’t had a boy in a while. Well, my mothers side hasn’t anyway and that kind of translated through into me, so I’m going to say that it I ever have a kid, it’ll be a girl. This is off point, I know, but some more information for you there, so you can try and understand the awesomeness that is me. Anyway, eyes. My eyes are the second thing that people notice, and they’re the pretty green colour that they’ve always been. I don’t plan on changing that either, although there could be a spell out there to sort that. I like my eyes. I stand at 5ft2 and I don’t like it if you call me shorty, just saying. Trevor, stop mocking my height, ok? That’s all. And as for clothes, I tend to wear eye catching things, like bright coloured shirts and jackets and things, jeans, shorts, skirts on occasion and dresses too, but I don’t wear tracksuits unless I’m out for a morning run and it’s winter. Of course I have to wear my school robes and my quidditch robes when we’re playing a match. As far as jewellery goes, I love quirky and random jewellery, and some that’s full of colour. It has to interest me and catch my eye. Shoes are epical, I love converse, heels and boots, and I tend to wear them more than anything. Anything else?

The Personality

Ok here's where you get everything in quickfire. I mean, I'll list it, make it nice and easy for you, because I know this can get confusing. I like being a gryffindor, being a beater, being on the team, flying, the colour red, winning, being right, converse that are colourful and interesting, practically anything that's colourful and interesting, potions class, drawing, penguins, charms, having fun, being around people that i love, excitement, chocolate, close friends, having a laugh, hearing new jokes, meeting new people, playing quidditch, watching a quidditch match, lions, the colour yellow, the colour purple, rock music, finding a great new song, muggles and my family. That's thirty likes right there, I counted. Look at me on a roll. I'm good at potions, charms, drawing, flying, quidditch, being a beater, cooking pizza (from a box), reading, finding random points of convorsation, being sarcastic, coming up with good insults, making chocolate dissapear fast, getting people pumped up and excited, upholding the gryffindor values and looking good, not to mention being fantastic at heating Trevor, although that's a different story.

I don't like having to write long essays, snakes, evil slytherin, losing, being wrong, hurtful rumours, losing a quidditch match, missing a bludger, getting hurt physically, getting hurt emotionally, losing people that I love, the colour green, hospitals, making bad choices, dissapointing my parents or when my parents dissapoint me, spiders, people judging me on my appearence, detention, waiting for someone for ages and people hating me when they don't know me. that's twenty one dislikes all in a row, again I counted. I guess I like a lot more than I dislike, although off the top of my head I've probably missed things. I'm bad at being put on the spot and then having to remember details, losing, keeping my temper in check, not judging people by the rumours I hear, not judging people by their first impressions, remembering important things, history of magic, transfiguration, playing guitar, not judging people by the house that they're in, letting people into my life, relationships and cooking complex things. I'm bad at keeping my mouth shut, and I have a tendency to just say what's on my mind sometimes, without thinking it through. And I'm bad at being calm. that's fifteen bad at's too, but again i've probably missed like twenty, because no one's perfect.

I'm scared of clowns and spiders, they freak me out, especially huge spiders, they make me want to itch all over, and even thinking about them is making me want to scratch, they're disgusting and terrible. It's their legs that freak me out I think, all hairy and spidery and horrible, Ew. I don't know where the fear of clowns comes from, I just don't like the make up and whatever, it makes me feel odd and creeped out. Class clowns are fine, I'm talking circus clowns that freak me out. Secrets include that I'm not what everyone thinks I am. I'm not dumb, and am actually quite smart, it's just that sometimes I lack motivation to write perfect amazing essays that could get top marks. It just gets boring in the middle or researching and writing them so they're not as good as I could make them. I was also a virgin until I met Trevor, but there's only a few people that knew that. You see, the world's pretty crazy, and you walk a thin line. If you're a virgin then you're a prude and if you're not, you're a slut. The world can be really cruel, ya'know? People tend to think that I'm a bit of a slut thanks to the way I dress and act, just because I'm not shy. But like I said, I'm not what people think. I respect myself, and I wear what I love and feel comfortable in, and just because I wear shorts, it doesn't mean that I've slept with half the Hogwarts population, it just means that I like to wear short shorts a lot.

The Background

It all started a little over seventeen spectacular years ago. Well, ok, no it didn’t, it started a little while before that. You see my mother, Adriana, (more commonly known as Ana) was born to Michael and Amelia Morris, near a place called Caernarfon in Wales. She was a gorgeous and perfectly healthy little baby, supporting the very same red hair that you see modelled by me today. It kind of runs in the girls side of the family. My mother’s an only child, fantastic, right? And so was her mother, Amelia. We’ve got a history of amazing red headed girls in our family. Anyway, they were the traditional pure blood family, quite rich, and wanted their daughter to grow up and marry into another pure blood family, to keep it all pure and all that jazz. So, when my darling mother met my amazing father, James Sullivan Carter, (knick-named Sully), they were in luck. He’d been born into the pure blooded family of the Carters, who had migrated over from America, a good few years ago. No one could even tell, James had been raised as an English kid, because his mother was still pregnant with him when they moved over. (they just didn’t know it back then). James and Ana were both Gryffindors.

That was how they met. James was on the team as a beater, although only for a little while, he decided to quit the team because he had too much on his plate with his exams. Ana and James had a sort of love/hate relationship. Can I just point out how weird it is to tell their story like this? I mean, it’s odd calling them by their first names, but otherwise it could get confusing for you. Anyway, so my dad, James, kept flirting with Ana, but she was having none of it, blowing him off and rolling her eyes. He’d gotten her into trouble too, in his pursuit of her. He was a class clown you see, always getting attention, and he’d done something in the middle of class, they’re sketchy on the details, I suppose in case I get ideas, but whatever it was landed them both in detention. My mom was not impressed. Anyway, long story short, he kept asking her out and asking her out and she had enough, and promised that she’d let him take her out once, just once, and then he’d stop asking her. He agreed, and got himself ready for the perfect date, whilst she planned things she could do to make sure that the date was awful, and he’d definitely leave her alone. But, as they say, the best laid plans of mice and men do often go awry, and they actually ended up having a good time.

It was the start of something amazing, and they soon fell head over heels in love. He asked her to marry him, she agreed, and the rest, well, that’s history. Actually, the rest is my history. Just three weeks after their engagement, my mother found out that she was pregnant, and both of them were obviously overjoyed. Of course they were scared out of their wits too, but my nan, Amelia, promised to help. So on July 4th, Ana gave birth to a red headed baby girl, and named her Annie Louise Carter, and that’ll be me! Anyway, I grew up well, learning to speak and walk and everything you’d expect. My mom and dad had got what they considered temporary jobs, that lasted up until I was four, so they weren’t so temporary after all. Anyway, at that point, my mom and dad decided that they wanted to go and travel. They thought that I was to young to be jumping from place to place with them, so they couldn’t take me with them on their whirlwind tour. Recently, My grandfather Michael had passed away because of cancer, and so my nan was lonely. She agreed to look after me, so that my parents could go out and live their life for a while, without having to worry about me. They wrote to me and everything, from what I could tell, and I very vaguely remember it.

My nan raised me for a few years until the travelling bug had gotten out of mom and dad’s system. I was seven when I moved back in with mom and dad, and they settled down and got a new job each. DaD works with the ministry, and mom is a nurse at st Mungos. I still visited my nan a lot, and sometimes went over hers for the weekend, I really loved and missed her, ya’know? I mean, I had lived with her, so it took a while to adjust to not having her living just down the hall. But I got used to it and the years passed quickly, and when I was eleven, the amazing owl brought the letter right in through my kitchen window, and announced that I was accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Needless to say that I was excited, and I don’t even think that word covered it! The little bursts of magic that I’d shown throughout the years had made me aware of the stuff that I could do, and I was so excited to learn to control it and learn spells. Hogwarts didn’t disappoint either! I stuck myself right in, learning everything I could, even reading the books here and there. Quidditch through the ages became my favourite though and in my fourth year, I tried out for the Quidditch team. When I got placed as beater, well, I was ecstatic!

I welcomed the amazing feeling of being on the team, and the next year passed by in a blur. I wished it didn’t, because at the start of my fifth year, I got a letter. It told me that my nan, who had been ill for a while, had passed away. It didn’t sink in at first, like, at all, and only when I wrote it down and thought about the things that would change, it took over and I very nearly broke down. I got leave from the headmistress and had to go home for a few weeks. I spent most of my time in my bedroom, crying or sleeping, and I barely ate. The only thing I would eat was Omelettes and chicken soup, the two things that Nan always made me. I went to her funeral, but I still found it hard to accept that she was gone. I missed her more and more every day. I had to go back to Hogwarts of course, and eventually the routine of classes and quidditch brought me back into myself and I started being the loud and normal me again. My mom and dad were glad that I was effectively ‘back’ or whatever, and so was I. I found out recently that my nan left me her house, and my parents were looking after it for me, paying someone to keep it clean and keeping the bills sorted and everything, until I’m out of Hogwarts and old enough to move there. Right now though I live with my parents in a house in Stratford Upon Avon, which was where I was born.

Anyway, here’s some random little bits of information that I couldn’t fit in there. I took karate lessons for a while as a way to keep my temper in check. They said it was good for channelling anger or whatever, and it also helped me control my magic when my temper flared up. It used to get a little messy if I got mad and my wand was at hand. I broke plates and glasses things a few times, so karate really helped. I also met some epical people in the last few years at Hogwarts, including one Mr Trevor ‘easilyheatedbyannie’ Schumacher, and Jaslene Dalton. I did also date Christopher Weasley for a while, but, lets just say that it didn’t quite work out and it ended after a few months. Regardless, I’m over him now anyway, and me and Trevor have some sort of thing going on which I don’t quite know how to define, but it’s something. Maybe it’s nothing. Oh, and I had a pregnancy scare, wut? I know, but it’s all clear. Phew. Whatever, all I know is, I’m Annie Carter and I’m happy.

The Roleplayer

guess who? Yup, it's emma, and i'm here with joshua dalton, ryan corrinthos, annie carter and byron nott too, and scarlet morgan. i've been rping for over two years, a long time i know, but not the longest, and i found you because of daniel. btw, are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cough drop? i don't want one because the good news is, my throat is no longer hurting me (:

The Credits

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