HARRIS, brittany

[Brittany Harris]

BRITTANY LORAL HARRIS



beyond the hourglass, 100 years have passed

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soon the stage enacts the fallen stars
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NAME: linny.
AGE: eighteen.
EXPERIENCE: six years, near enough.
WHO YOU PLAY: n/a.
HOW TO CONTACT YOU: anything - information's in my profile.
HOW YOU FOUND US: i was web surfing. took me a while to decide if i should join or not.

used in pictures in this page of our bleeding hearts
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FULL NAME: brittany loral harris.
AGE: seventeen.
NICKNAME(S): britt, b.
BIRTHDAY: 22nd September.
ZODIAC: vergo.
HOMETOWN: las vegas.
DESIRED HOUSE: slytherin.
STUDENT JOB: n/a.
BLOODLINE: pureblood.
SEXUALITY: straight.

i've made peace with god and burned the sage
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HEIGHT: 5' 4" (1.63 m)
WEIGHT: 120lbs.
BODY TYPE: skinny-ish.
HAIR COLOR: dark brown.
HAIR STYLE: long, doesn't really have a particular style.
EYE COLOR: hazel.
PIERCINGS: earrings.
TATTOOS: no.
PLAY BY: sophia bush.

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LIKES: something that interests her , game cube , games , mind-stimulating activities , going out , hanging with friends , ben and jerry’s , travelling , her job , having a good time , parties , evenings in , movies , popcorn , late nights , shows , music , writing , guitar hero , rock band , reading , indulging her interests , being around people , colourful objects , crazy antics , the joker , photography , being herself , new surroundings , home , whose line is it anyway? , her guitar , nightmare before christmas , skittles , wine gums , bubblegum , bubbles , her dog ,
DISLIKES: liars , betrayers , those who hold grudges , arguments , foolishness , two-faced people , fakes , money-grabbers , rumours , heat waves , meat , attention-grabbers , spam mail , confinement , busted , fussers , people who hover , her enemies , eggs , mornings , james , hurt , polygamy , drunks , being confused , lies , deceit , being underestimated , being controlled , smug people , people jumping to conclusions , fire ,
STRENGTHS: drawing , remembering , voicing her opinions , being forward , magic ,
WEAKNESSES: admitting she is wrong , pretending , putting up with people , opening up to people ,
HABITS/QUIRKS: absently twirling her wand , tapping feathers against tables , retracing footsteps ,
FEARS: dying young , falling in love
PERSONALITY: First and most important thing you have to know about Brittany is that she is like marmite. Yes, strange comparison — however it is true. You either love her or you hate her; in between is fine, but with her you usually have a preference towards one or the other. Because in all reality, deep down Brittany is a sweet and caring girl. If you’d known her in her youth then you would know what I am talking about; she was fun, a free spirit and always laughing, talking to people like there was no tomorrow and dancing around with no matter who; she was constantly happy. Now that doesn’t mean to say that she isn’t now, but somewhere in her childhood she built up a barrier — no one can get through to her now. She has a stubbornness about her and trouble accepting things. Her attitude towards most things has changed and she has a highly unpredictable nature. Mood swings are highly regular with this girl as she can be nice to the people she knows and mean to those whom she doesn’t. Don’t take it personally; she’s not like the other girls who will be nice to any guy they meet. If Brittany has an opinion on someone she wont be afraid to voice it.

Some people would say that she inherited her stubbornness from her father. Others would say that it was just her upbringing that caused her to be so irritatingly stubborn. Either way, Brittany is highly and extremely stubborn. If she has an opinion on something she isn’t very likely to change it. In fact it is more likely that hell shall freeze over, or that items will really be free to buy, or even that pigs shall fly. Brittany sticks to decisions that she makes without giving any sign of swaying to another; if her mind is set on one particular thing it is highly unlikely to change anytime soon. When she was younger her mind used to be filled up with all kinds of possibilities, but her wall has become an object deemed unbreakable and she refuses to back down and let the concrete crumble under the weight of a hammer. She’s stubborn over decisions and extremely stubborn when it comes to budging on an opinion. To some people this is a serious sign that tells them to step away from her; to Brittany it is simply a persona of life. If she chooses to have a strong belief in something then why shouldn’t she be allowed to have it? Clearly it is a free country in terms of having particular thoughts.

Giving up was never anyone’s style, not deep down. Someone who gives up, in Brittany’s opinion, really isn’t a strong enough being to cope with the worst of times. If she wants to get something accomplished there really is no stopping her in her goal to complete what she wants to be completed; she is not about to give up anytime soon, not when she knows that there is the slightest possibility for succeeding. Naturally if the course she is on is deemed hopeless and that there is proof that no one shall be able to get through whatever it is that needs getting through then Brittany shall resign, but most of the time when she has her mind set on something she cannot rest until it is put down. It’s all built up from her paranoia that things are there that aren’t really, that problems arise that don’t exist. Yes, Brittany has slight paranoia but she has her reasons to be so. She’s not willing to give up on anything. You may ask what the point of this is, but Brittany was raised to believe that there was always something there that could be used for whatever purpose necessary. Therefore she was not willing, anytime soon, on absolutely anything. This links to her stubbornness in her inability to accept certain things.

Brittany’s biggest goal in life is to publish a comic book that people will enjoy and love and talk about in their friendship groups and try to draw the characters and imagine story and plotlines from said characters. She has a full heart, deep down. What she doesn’t want people to see is her true vulnerability; she doesn’t want people to unveil the truth about her, about what happened to her; Brittany cannot stand for anyone’s pity. She hates being seen as a weaker being simply because she is a girl and everyone nowadays expects them to have some sort of lie in their lives. Well to tell you the truth Brittany hates liars and cannot stand for them. She hates being lied to and she hates lying herself even if the cause is a reasonable one. Then again liars always get found out in the end and the lies are always unburied, unveiled and the truth comes out. That is what Brittany is particularly afraid of; the truth.

Fear is not out of style; it’s not an inhuman quality and it never fades no matter what you try and do. A part of Brittany always tries to bury her fear deeply within her body, cover it so the world will never see that she is afraid of certain things. Inhuman? Some people may think that she’s being inhuman simply by not letting anyone know what she’s really feeling. Brittany hasn’t learnt that it’s okay to show people what you’re really feeling, that it’s okay to tell people that you’re afraid of something. She hasn’t learnt this and she doesn’t plan to anytime soon. Stubborn much? Everything seems to be linking to her stubbornness, doesn’t it? Then again Brittany’s never really been too fond of showing her emotions, even when she was little. She used to be the kind of person to forget her own troubles and instead focus on everyone else’s. Nowadays she doesn’t really focus on anyone’s, not hers and certainly not anyone else’s — unless of course the person is her friend and then and only then will she go out of her way to help them. If they are simply an acquaintance, if Brittany does not know them then she shall not bother to go out of her way. Brittany does allow people to get close to her… but not too close. It’s a sort of mask that she puts up to conceal and keep people separate from herself. She’s not unwilling to make friends; Brittany adores making friends, but she can and she will see to it that nobody gets ferociously close. Everybody has their own personal bubble they don’t want popping, don’t they?

This girl is very uncontrollable. If she wants to go out and get drunk then she will go out and get drunk. Not saying that she necessarily does, but if she wants to there’s nothing that will stop her. She can go crazy on just about anything; hyperactive nature simply from indulging in her favourite snack — skittles, or anything containing sugar. She’d stay away from drinking simply because she knows that too much and she could start talking; Brittany doesn’t want to talk because she’ll say something that she never meant to. People say the most inexcusable things when they’re under the influence of alcohol; they do crazy things that they wouldn’t normally do because the alcohol makes them relax and changes people’s resistance to things. Too much and you’ll end up with obscure poisoning. Horrible poisoning. You’d be throwing up this way and that. Not particularly good. As much as Brittany knows that it will pass, she doesn’t like the feeling of having a churning stomach and being unable to leave the bathroom at any desired time.

There’s something about this girl that enables her to put up with people whom are particularly irritating. Of course Brittany can be the first to notice that she can sometimes irritate someone but that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’ll stop. There’s a first time for everything but Brittany isn’t the irresponsible type. She’s not about to screw up her life because she’s not thinking properly. However Brittany knows when enough is enough. She’s not going to intentionally go to someone and purposefully antagonize them to the point where they will end up having a huge massive fit. She’s not someone who believes in violence, nor does she support the action. Brittany has no interest in fights what so ever and prefers to remove herself from any situation that may invoke one of any kind. People who resort to violence, under the influence or not, are not particularly likes of this girl and she prefers to stay as far away from them as she possibly can. Even though she’s stubborn and wont be afraid to voice her own opinions Brittany doesn’t want to get herself involved in any kind of fight.

Being isolated is one thing. Being completely confined to the point where you’re incapable of breathing in a restricted space is another. Brittany cannot stand being cut off from anything really and if she’s surrounded by people in a space where they’re pushing her further and further back in to a corner then she’s likely to do something very extreme. Anything, in fact, to get herself out of the confinement. She has claustrophobia which means that she doesn’t like and cannot physically stand being in tight spaces; she doesn’t like being forced in to one particular place for any length of time and she will have to force her way out of such a position if she finds herself in one. However exceptions to this are the fact that if she is in a party where people are dancing round her she can put up with that kind of situation for a certain length of time. Not for too long, mind you, but she shall have to remove herself for a while to regain herself. This has been the situation for as long as she can remember; when she was little she used to hate being in a restricted location for too long and it is the same now. Of course now Brittany can just move whenever she feels uncomfortable, which she has an uncanny precision for detecting; her uncomfortably.

If someone has something to say about someone then they should just say it to their face. That is the universal truth that Brittany goes by. If someone is honestly and truthfully going to be hurt to this revelation then yes it is probably best if nothing is said to them, but if it is someone posing as their friend pretending to be nice to them… well Brittany thinks that they have the right to know. Honesty is the best policy, as you know, and honesty is something Brittany feels is extremely important in any kind of relationship, intimate or simply friends. So what if she isn’t actually telling everyone the truth when she says that she’s absolutely fine? There’s no harm in shielding people from her truth; it’s not going to hurt anyone, her truth, and so Brittany doesn’t feel the need to say anything. On the other hand if she has an opinion about something she isn’t likely to sit back and keep her thoughts to herself. Once again honestly really is the best policy and that is a truth Brittany is very stubborn about. Again with the stubbornness! Are you beginning to see a pattern here?

It’s not a lie that Brittany enjoys strange things that other people wouldn’t really look twice at. She takes great care of anything she receives even if she doesn’t particularly like it. Her biggest concern mounts for her dog; Brittany is highly protective over her dog and would do anything to keep her happy and content. Mind you, wouldn’t anyone for their loved pets? Brittany’s had her dog for a year now and yet still she has a strong attachment to her. Sweet, really. You can really begin to see that she isn’t spiteful and arrogant as she comes off to be, but really a sweet caring and loving girl that would do anything for the people she loves. Or perhaps she’s simply afraid of loving people, and being loved in return. She has her reasons to be, after all. Her unpredictability can often make people scarce of her, but in the long run she’s a somewhat good friend to have — extremely loyal, practically always there for her friends when they need her, and, despite appearances, she’s a great listener.

i've fallen down, but never give up

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MOTHER: delia.
FATHER: paul.
SIBLINGS: one brother, ryder, hogwarts graduate.
OTHER FAMILY: a cousin, five - carrie.

HISTORY: Brittany was born on September 22nd to Delia and Paul Harris. Delia prefers to be called Dee (very original) but you cannot really get much out of Paul, can you? So Paul and Delia met through that of a client’s acquaintance. Love at first sight? That may be so, but it was hidden under a veil of arrogance, if you will. Paul was extremely stubborn and very subjective; he had an opinion and he stuck to it unless he was proved completely wrong. Delia was set out to prove Paul wrong about the client they were helping, and so the two discovered that they had a lot more in common than they were making out to have. Paul, surprisingly, was the first to give in. As they were in a meeting, simply the two of them, discussing the client’s current condition and whether or not it would be better for her if they moved her to a mental health care clinic, Paul admitted that he enjoyed Dee’s company a lot more than he was letting on. Delia, shocked by the revelation but also knowing that it did no good to jump and squeal, admitted the same. It was perhaps the first time either of these two had been completely honest about their feeling to one another. Still it worked, what both of them had done - they were both now extremely pleased with how they’d admitted to one another their feelings, and so they got together and became ever more closer as they got to know one another - Paul learnt that Delia’s mother had died from a fatal heart condition, and Delia in turn learnt that Paul had proved his parents wrong against all the odds and had actually become a doctor against all claims that he wouldn’t make it. Both married not a year later after having been engaged for four months, prior, and it was no shock to them when Delia fell pregnant; they were expecting a baby boy.

Ryder Harris was born on the 5th of March. He was the first of two children for this couple, so far, and was born with a very distinguishable mop of blonde hair; his father’s hair - honey, golden. His eyes were bright sky blue and his cheeks were shaded red with a pale surrounding complexion. Within a year he was walking and babbling coherent words - or almost coherent - and attempting to string inconsistent sentences together. Delia and Paul spent every waking moment with their baby boy; he was their first, after all, and therefore they had an excuse to want to do everything perfectly… with a little bit of help from some magic, after all. Then, when the baby boy was three years old, the married couple of three years had another baby. This time however the baby was a girl. Now the couple had known that they were expecting another child, and they knew that it was going to be a girl, but they had a very long time troubling over names. Paul liked Lorelei, Roxanne, Holly and Penelope, as where Delia liked Poppy, Devon, Brooklyn and Helena. In the end they both compromised and came up with a somewhat unique name, or so they thought: Brittany Loral Isabeau Harris. It was a stretch - they took Sophy from Delia’s mom’s name, and Isabeau from Paul’s sister’s daughter’s name ‘Isabelle’ and fashioned it to merge with ‘beauty’. Choosing Ryder’s name hadn’t been nearly as much hassle because Delia had always loved the name Ryder ever since she was a little girl, not to mention that her mother loved the name too and had always been saving it for a son, and so it only seemed right. Fortunately enough Paul loved the name Ryder. However we are now on the birth of their second child.

It just so happened that on September 22nd there was a downpour of snow, glittering in the faint light. Delia was extremely concerned about getting to a hospital because the roads were iced over and some were blocked off; various were closed and snow simply littered the ground more than wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Paul on the other hand was not worried one bit. He’d packed the bags, prepared them all for their trip to the hospital, and was positively determined to get there without any troubles what so ever. Of course things do not always go as planned, but for once it did - for these two luck was on their side. They arrived at the hospital safely, although Delia was ever more concerned more than usual because the baby wasn’t supposed to be coming yet, but when it did little Brittany was a fighter. This was where her Nan on her father’s side said that Brittany had inherited some extremely strong traits from her mother and father; stubbornness, persistence, consistency and independence. So she was a little fighter, all throughout her early years. If she wanted something she would not give up on it - oh no Brittany would continue wailing to her heart’s content. Her toddler years were not much better although she was slightly more advanced than her brother, attempting to strike up a conversation by the time she was one even though she couldn’t pronounce half her words properly; she was walking, grabbing at anything that glowed and or looked remotely shiny and interesting - she had a habit for tailing round after things that moved, particularly the house cat. In all honesty she was a bit of a tearaway, but since when did anyone really care? She was a child, exploring the world in her own little way. Naturally of course these were just her years starting out, not the ones where the so called magic happened, no pun intended of course.

As she grew up Brittany was incredibly close to her mother. Not in the girly kind of way you would expect where the mother would dote on her daughter buying her pretty frilly dresses and bows and ribbons and making her look like something out of a fairytale book, no. Rather they were close in terms of bonding; Delia had always been the motherly type from a young age and having her own daughter was like having all her Christmases all at once. Of course she loved her first child - her son Ryder - with all her heart, but she was exceedingly pleased when she had a daughter as well, someone to dress up and buy clothes for. Although as said they were not close in those terms; Brittany was stubborn still and she never once gave in to anyone, which Delia liked the most about her little girl. That Brittany had inherited her stubbornness and that there was no way Brittany would back down to anyone - she was also an extremely confident child who didn’t mind voicing her own opinions or getting them heard. In fact Brittany was always voicing any thoughts she may have on anything (or as it so happened anyone at all that she saw or heard about or just generally spoke about) - these were at various points in her upbringing and continued right up to the present day, and she still does it now. Brittany’s attitude towards people never really got in the way of making friends because as she went to playgroups and interacted with other people she didn’t really become the person she was at home; Brittany adapted a new personality when she was around others, and talked to them as if they had known each other all their tiny little lives. Brittany always had a smile on her face, especially when she was around her friends.

First days at school can be challenging to anyone. Brittany didn’t really have much of a problem interacting with people as she had great confidence and was extremely forward in her confrontations with people; one of her problems were that she didn’t seem to take in to consideration how others felt when she said something. This however was something she learnt to stop doing after the first few months and she became an extremely… you could say cute, caring and sweet girl whom loved to surround herself with other people and interact with as many as she could. She loved having friends and she loved helping other people; you could see through her lies so easily without even having to know her. It became incredibly predictable when Brittany was going to do something by the expressions on her face, although she never lost her determination for anything. At home however was a different story - Brittany maintained her stubbornness and her unwillingness in to giving in to others and continued to voice out her thoughts. Younger years at school do move on however and you never really do grow old and tired of anyone. Brittany made friends she would have kept for the rest of her life, but of course she was always told to be wary. She couldn’t just exclaim that she could do magic, or boost about what they had.

They left Vegas soon after Brittany turned nine. Of course Brittany knew why, and she was extremely excited. Ryder had received a letter inviting him to Hogwarts, and so they were now moving back to London. Brittany was highly excited, but of course wouldn’t you be if you were going to be going to a magic school in three years time? It was a nightmare for her, waiting three years whilst her brother returned the majority of the holidays with all these books and things. Paul and Delia, both workers at St. Mungos, were naturally proud. Britt didn’t feel entirely left out because magic existed in their home as much as the next wizarding family’s did. She had grown up with it her whole life, and so she just couldn’t seem to picture a life without it. It was normal to her - the way of Muggle life bewildered Britt, but she also spent a lot of her time reading and studying up on them. Whilst her pureblood wizarding relatives didn’t exactly find this as very productive, they were at least pleased she didn’t find their way of life the slightest bit tempting.

And then that fateful day came where the letter was pushed through the letterbox. Brittany had never been so excited. She was off to Diagon Alley with her family. Ryder was more than pleased to show her the ropes, and when she got her first want - you could not imagine the glee on her face. Now, whilst she was happy and a normal child around her family, she put up a shield against the younger people she met. All her family, save one or two, had been in Slytherin, but this wasn’t the reason for her hostility. It was just the way she was, really. Everyone is different, and for Brittany this is just her way. She doesn’t like liars or secrets and she certainly doesn’t like those who look down on her. Moving on, the day the train left from platform 9 ¾, she stepped on to the Hogwarts Express just as excited as every other teen. Her brother was there - he’s the overly protective type and although this annoys Brittany to no ends, deep down she’s pleased for the way they can easily talk to one another.

create what was left behind, it was you

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HAVE YOU READ THE RULES: yep.
SECRET WORD: mallypwnsyou.
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ALWAYS THOUGHT I'D FLOAT AWAY *;

and never come back, but i've got enough miles on my car.

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Emery believed that it was his hyperactivity over msn that evening which had proved the two needed to spend some time together. He was not going to complain either ways; they were always spending time together, but that was more over to do with homework, not enjoying and indulging in one another’s company. Tonight on the other hand was going to be different. Amy had been his best friend’s girlfriend for a while before she and Emery had gotten together. He didn’t believe that there had been any hard feelings between the two anymore - himself and Liam - because the two were best friends again. It was just as well because Emery genuinely loved Liam’s company and the band they had together. He especially loved how they had been friends for so long, and he was glad that their relationship could survive through this, even if it wasn’t that huge a deal anyways, seeing as Liam had, or had appeared to of, gotten over her. Either ways, Amy was incredibly special to Emery and he had no intention of leaving her. No, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind before. He refused to get involved in that whole escapade. Amy was perfect for him and Emery truthfully could not see it any other way. He was one of those people who would do anything for the one they loved, and would always stand by them no matter what. Cheesy? Corny? Perhaps both, but that was just how Emery rolled.

The cinema was a place Amy had suggested and Emery, eager to spend some time with his amazing girlfriend - which was exactly how he viewed her - had accepted. He didn’t have preference to any kind of movies although certain ones he would rather see over others. For instance, he wouldn’t mind going to see a good horror, but a comedy? Emery loved them, considering how he was quite entertaining and comedic himself. Or so he had been told. Emery was driving, but he caught the paper, considering how they were parked outside the cinema, and gazed down at the list of movies. There were a fair few on selection; Emery looked at them with as much concentration as he could. What one should they see? Emery was a fan of the movies although truthfully he’d go and see anything that would make Amy happy, or otherwise what she would enjoy. Because the chances were that what she would enjoy so would he. Perhaps deciding on what film they wanted to see before they’d left would have been better, because now they were going to be hanging around wondering what on earth they should be seeing instead of going in and buying popcorn and Ben and Jerry’s. “Why thank you, Aimzy.” He grinned, flashing her a wide, warm smile. His eyes reluctantly moved from his girlfriend to the paper in his lap and he began reading through the summaries of the movies, attempting to pick one out that looked interesting.

Perhaps asking Amy to go to Liam’s hadn’t been such a good idea. Maybe she still had feelings for him - they had dated, after all, and Emery was human so he did understand that. Naturally, he’d be so incredibly upset if something did happen, but he trusted her, and he trusted his best friend, and he knew that nothing would. Well, he hoped, but he never let anything bother him, and this was no exception. He was not going to sit and worry all day because there was nothing for him to worry about. He was simply asking her to go over and get something for him for the band he and his best friend Liam were in. Speaking of, things with the band were going quite well actually. He was enjoying himself, so was Liam, and Emery was still able to spend some time with his girlfriend. As said before this was the perfect opportunity for them to spend some quality time together, time that wasn’t spent doing homework or anything of the sorts. Some time together without any of the distractions of school. Emery smiled again as he looked through the list of movies showing.

Amy’s words caused Emery to look at her sideways with raised eyes and a smirk on his full lips. “Perhaps you should tell your other boyfriends to get lost, because you are all mine,” he slung his arm around her and gave her a half hug, grinning as he leant his head against hers before removing his arm and looking down at the list again. “I am debating between a few…” he trailed off as he felt Amy’s breath hot on his ear. Tempted to turn around and brush his lips against her own, Emery restrained himself and pouted as she sat back, turning to look at her with his infamous innocent puppy dog like eyes and lips pouting. “Well,” he began, composing his face. “I was thinking, perhaps we should go and see ‘The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button’…” He trailed, shifting so he moved closer to her, “or there’s always ‘Bolt 3D’ … or,” he moved even more closer, shimming closer, his forehead resting against hers, lips almost touching. “Friday 13th? They remade it… and I hear it is pretty good.” Ignoring the looks and stares they were probably getting from people, Emery kept himself from physically kissing Amy, just getting close enough to create some playful tension between the two. She had, after all, teased him by leaning in close to his ear. Two could definitely play at that game.

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status! done
lyrics! 20 dollar nose bleed , fall out boy
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