Post by MAYCEE ANNIKA WHITBY on Jun 3, 2012 10:17:37 GMT -5
MAYCEE ANNIKA WHITBY
INTRODUCTION
Full name: Maycee Annika Whitby
Nickname(s): Mace
Age: 16
Gender: female
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 6th
Occuption: student
APPEARANCE
Play By: Dakota Blue Richards
Style: I like to wear what I look damn fine in, but is still comfortable. I don't really wear dresses very often, but when I do... Damn it's a treat for all who get to see, guys or girls. Mostly I like to wear short pants or skirts and a tight fitting tshirt. But I wouldn't always get used to that. Guys get more turned on when you leave them to guess whats underneath. So if you see me wearing something uncharacteristically loose, it's probably for a guy. Or maybe I just think it's comfortable. I will wear what I want, when I want.
Distinguishing Marks: Her big brown eyes. She also has her ears pierced four times in each ear, and an industrial in her right.
PERSONALITY
Likes: sex, drugs, loud music, being by herself, ignoring her family, alcohol, tight clothes, her cousin, quidditch players, chocolate, flings, one night stands, punk music, the color blue, the color yellow, boys, girls, drugs getting high, donuts, cheese, flowers, big headphones, stamps, bubble letters, white out, butterflies, duct tape, potatoes, older guys, foreplay, dueling, getting drunk, being an adult, heights, losing weight, makeup, a certain boy, parties, people
Dislikes: her father, her brother’s suffocating overprotectiveness, stupid pointless romance, being told what to do, her mother’s pathetic dependence on men, having no money, going to school where her brother works and can watch her, rubber bands, long hair, broken quills, baggy clothes for every day use, sharing a dormitory with all the sixth year hufflepuffs (minus Mckenna), the Whitby name, Feeling out of place in her family, getting caught/in trouble, cellphones, finishing a stash and not having another, religion, guilt trips, small amounts of food, dances, talking to her siblings for long periods of time, being looked down on, being forced to be a "role model", nerdy games, her mother suffocating her, hangovers, headaches, getting her period late
Boggart: over dosing, pregnancy, becoming her parents
Patronus: raccoon
Strengths: I'm really sneaky, it's hard to get information out of me, I've got a knack for charms and transfiguration
Weaknesses: I keep a lot of secrets, I don't trust people, I could be by myself for the rest of my life
Personality: One thing I would find rather obvious about me is that I really hate talking about myself. Not necessarily all about myself, because then people would see how much a of a fuck up I truly am. So I normally don't talk about myself a lot, and certainly not about my childhood. When I was little I was always really scared. Scared of my father obviously, but also scared of life. I'd never wanted to get married. I still don't. I am perfectly okay with being single for the rest of my life, having sex for the fun of it as long as some child doesn't come along and ruin it. No more children should be allowed into this family. I swore off marriage a long time ago, and children some time after that. Wesley is an idiot for getting married. But whatever.
As I got into Hogwarts my personality did a complete 360. I had finally met my cousin Mckenna and had a friend who wasn't my sisters, who were closer to each other than I was with them, because I wanted to keep them safe, not be their friends. And I like to think that happened, but finally getting a friend was also kind of nice. Anyway, Mckenna and I started going out to parties, and eventually started getting into the hard shit. Virginity loss, getting high pretty much every night, having fun. Yes, addiction is okay with me. It helps me forget all the shit that has happened in my life.
I'm a pretty outgoing person. I'm also pretty damn blunt, which leads to everyone and their second cousins mother to think that I'm a bitch, which is true. I want everyone to think that, because then I'm being truthful for the first time in my life. But don't get me wrong, the truth hurts, and I definitely know it. It's not my fault if you're going to be an open book. Haters gonna hate, right? And trust me, I have every right to hate those rich bitches who know they're rich and think they can rub it in my face. I'm very poor.
My biggest fear in life is ending up like my parents. Yeah, I'm afraid of getting pregnant or overdosing, but I'd take a child or death over becoming either of my parents. My mother is weak, passive. She let my dad walk all over her for years, do whatever he wanted to me, to my siblings. What kind of woman is okay with that? I am not weak. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother. But I don't want to be her. And I don't want to be my father. Sure, I like the drugs and alcohol like he does, but he's abusive. I'm not going to be him, am I?
BIOGRAPHY
Father: Kevin Whitby
Mother: Eloise Midgeon
Siblings: Wesley Whitby, a younger sister, Marilyn Whitby
Pets: A pet tarantula named Fidget
Other Important People: Mckenna Cauldwell, cousin and best friend, Ramsey Smith, best friend, other Cauldwell sister
General History: I was born on a cold night in December. December 31, 2006 at 11:58 PM if we feel like getting that technical, which most people do, though I don't quite see the point, but you asked. Now let's get off that technical tangent. I'm the second oldest child in my family right behind my brother, Wesley. And when I say right behind, I mean 8 years behind him. Most families do that, right? Yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night kid. But yes, my parents waited eight years before they had another kid. I'm also the oldest girl, and have two younger sisters who actually are right behind me, name, a fifth year, and Marilyn, a fourth year.
I already know my parents didn't really want to have me. My father barely wanted his first child, let alone another mouth to feed. And he certainly didn't want a girl. Too bad that bastard ended up with three. Nope, I was an accident. My mother didn't want me, not because she didn't love me or want more children, but because she was so afraid to bring another kid into the family for my father to torture. I think she tried to have name and Marilyn after that, so I wouldn't be alone like Wesley was for so long before I came along. But when it comes down to it, I wasn't actually supposed to be here. My mother considered aborting me, but she couldn't do it. It really helped her out in the end though, to have three girls who could help her not kill herself, especially when Wesley went off to Hogwarts.
I don't really know that much about the eight years that Wesley went through before I came around. He never really told me. But then again, I never really asked. I don't necessarily remember my childhood all that much, or perhaps I tried to block it out. I'll see what I can do from here on, with what I do though. I guess to remember a childhood, you really should have had one. I wouldn't say I really got a childhood. I remember I used to have a really long hair. My father insisted on it. I guess it was just a way to control me, and probably my sisters too. He liked to use it as a weapon against me. He used to grab me by it and chuck me against the walls. After he threw me down the stairs and I broke my arm and he had to pay the hospital bills he stopped with that, though. I'd soon come to miss those days though. I feel like I had always taken the brunt of the abuse though. I wouldn't do it any other way, I'd kill him if he'd touch name or Lynnie.
Wes went off to hogwarts when I was only three. I didn't understand that the protective rock in the family was going to be gone so much. In a way I never really forgave him for leaving, though I don't blame him. I wanted to leave too, and couldn't wait to go off to Hogwarts. And I knew he didn't want to. But I was only three. I didn't understand, and as I grew older and he was gone more I got madder. But the only thing I did know was that my mother was powerless against the abuse my father gave. She'd always been rather weak when it came right down to it.
I can remember, however, when dad used to pass out from being so drunk. She'd sneak into our bedroom so as not to wake him, and sit on the edge of the tiny bed we all had to share, and she'd sit there and repeat over and over in a whisper "never marry a man like him. And she'd repeat it until we all fell asleep, or in my case pretended to fall asleep. I had sort of become an insomniac as a child, waiting up to make sure he didn't wake and come into our room and try to hurt the younger two. I'd always wanted them to sleep without interruption.
It proved true that I should stay up when I was about seven. I had known he would come in to try something. That year I was introduced to a new kind of abuse. I hadn't called it that at first, I hadn't known it even was abuse. He had come in to check on us, which he did often, and happened to come in so quietly that I didn't have time to pretend i was asleep. I think the rest can be figured out from there, because I like to keep those memories repressed.
But that happened a lot, I suppose. I was threatened to never tell anybody, and I listened. At seven years old, when daddy hurts you... you'd do anything to avoid even worse pain, including not telling anyone who could actually help you avoid it. It's been years now since anything like that has happened, but I still haven't told anyone, not even Wesley or Mckenna. It just doesn't seem like it's of any importance anymore. i'd lost all my innocence at such a young age, but I'd always wondered what a normal childhood would have been like. I know mine wasn't, but a kid can dream right?
I'd always known my mother had a sister. I didn't know I had any cousins though, not until I met them at Hogwarts. My mother was never allowed to see Aunt Emma, so I first met Mckenna when we were both sorted into Hufflepuff. At the time... Being sorted into Hufflepuff was kind of devastating. I wasn't brave like Wes, not smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, since I'd never really been allowed to read as a child, nor would I have ever fit into Slytherin. I didn't feel like I was ever special. I did start hanging out with Mckenna and doing things I'd have never have considered, especially after seeing her father.
Around third year is when we started to do things that were worse than just going to the older kid's parties. Although I'd lost my innocence I'd had real sex for the first time when I was fourteen. I stopped being a scared little abused kid and started to be a party girl, a druggie, someone who loves alcohol. I chopped off all practically all of my hair. That was freeing, feeling like I wasn't controlled by my father in that way anymore. Mckenna became my best friend, and the other druggies fell into a sort of posse. I know that makes me like my father, but I don't think about it. All the feelings I'd had of sorrow, sorry, fear... It was all gone. When my brother convinced my mother to kick our father out I was already gone to the world of sex, drugs, and drinking. I soon tried to stay away from my family as much as I possibly couldn't. they didn't need to see me like this.
I had started making secret trips to see my father before fifth year. It's not that I wanted to, but I kind of did. It's hard to explain, but he had drugs and alcohol I could easily steal from him. I'd stopped being scared of him ages ago. No one knows I go see him. he's just a pathetic man without a real home or a family. But he's got some good stuff. And he needs someone in his life. But I don't really know why i'm that person. I shouldn't be, I know that, especially with the amount of shit he'd put me through. But I guess the addict doesn't fall far from the tree.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Your name/alias: Courtney
Your age: 18
RP Experience: 5goingon6
How you found us: linds
Other characters: astrid, logan, tristan, iggy, rhiannon, ella, fallon
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