MEADOWES, dorcas alicia
the playwrighta little about you alias; doriz
age; 13
gender; female
roleplay experience; a good chunk
availability; my entire life!
other characters; frank longbottom and viola fawcett for now. maybe more later.
casting call
the basics
full name; Dorcas Alicia Meadowes
nicknames; Cass, Cassie, Dorky, (and the worst) Dorkass.
age; Seventeen
birthdate; March 21
house and year; Gryffindor/Seventh Year
alliance; the Order of the Phoenix
blood status; Muggleborn
sexuality; Straight
animal familiars; -Chloe, golden retriever (back at home)
-Ruthie, barn owl
canon or original; Canon
anything else?; n/a
the costume department
the physical appearance
playby; Eliza Dushku
hair; For Dorcas, her hair has always been something that's just...been there. It's not something she cares about much, though it could be. Brunette hair gently waves from the top of her head to her shoulders, though sometimes it grows to an inch or two past. She usually keeps her hair short because of two reasons: long hair always gets in the way, and it needs too much maintence for her care-free lifestyle. These brown locks are abnormally silky for the lack of time she spends taking care of it. She used to get compliments on it when she was a little girl, when it was so long and pampered, but since it was cut, she hasn't. Maybe if she rubbed more than a few drops of shampoo in it and conditioned it a bit more, she would receive comments on her hair again.
eyes; Eyes of a stormy grey, Dorcas has, chances are, the most intimadating eyes you will ever see. They're very intense, and though it seems highly unlikely they could get any deeper, they can. Her highs and lows are easily expressed through the rainstorm eyes. When she becomes upset or angry, the sharpness of them cuts like a knife, the storm becoming one with lightening. In a happy mood, her eyes shine, becoming like silver reflecting every ounce of light. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and her windows are thrown wide open to the cloudy storm raging inside.
height/weight; 5'6"/130 lb.
build; Dorcas is, from the average girl's point of view, one of the unlucky girls with a hard, almost rigid, athletic figure. She, however, doesn't fret about it. Through all of her rough-housing, basketball, soccer, and playing Quidditch, her body's become very tough and strong. On her five foot, six inch frame, most of her body is muscle. So far, one would think that she sends off a don't-mess-with-me vibe, but to her disadvantage, she doesn't. All thanks to the curse of curves, she has gentle sloping hips, and a chest that any guy would be happy to stare at, though not overly large. Thank goodness she made guy friends before she went through puberty, or otherwise they'd all be looking for something different than just being friends.
anything else?; n/a
the role
the personality
likes; - Quidditch (watching it and playing it)
- basketball and soccer (and most other sports)
- partying
- dancing (see partying)
- dark chocolate
- loyalty
- bravery
- honesty
- acceptance
- GRYFFINDOR!
any Gryffindor house pride- butterbeer
- (shh, don't let any adult know!) firewhiskey
- Defense Aganist the Dark Arts
- the Order
- Aurors
- night
- photography!
- her dog, Chloe
- her little sister (they're good friends)
- risks and danger
- laughing
dislikes; - girly-girls
- rules
- love
- players (but sometimes she has exceptions...)
- the color pink
- white chocolate
- Lord Voldemort
- Death Eaters
- Slytherins
- class lectures
- skirts/dresses
- heels
- dishonesty
- being called "mudblood"
- stuck up purebloods
- picky people
- snobs
- people who make her name an insult
- blood prejudice
strengths; - Determination - Once she's got her mind set on something, it's near impossible to stop her. She'll do whatever it takes to get what she thinks needs to be done...done.
- Loyalty - Never in her right mind would she betray her friends. It just goes aganist her morals.
- Honesty - Every word to come out of her mouth is truthful, unless she's joking. Sometimes the truth bites, but Dorcas says it like it is.
- Bravery
- Courage
weaknesses; - Stubborness - It's just another way to put her determination, just the bad side of the story. Sometimes she holds her ground to the stupidest things, and tries to do things that could get her killed, which leads us on to the next one...
- Impulsiveness - Sometimes she decides to do something, and she doesn't even think about it. She just does it. A lot of the time she's broken rules just because she didn't think about the fact that rules existed, or that it could get her in trouble.
- Short temper
- She doesn't know personal boundaries - She lacks the know-how of when to stop, and more often than not she pushs people too far, like insulting something incredibly important or special to someone.
fears; - having a friend/loved one die in the war
- being killed by a Death Eater
- being helpless
- Voldemort winning the war
- being shunned by her fellow Gryffindors
- loneliness
dreams; - to join the Order of the Pheonix
- to become an Auror and be a freelance photographer
- to make Voldemort fear her (it's a pretty big one, but she still wants it to come true)
to have Sirius like her back -whistles innocently-- to be reknowned for her partying skills
- to "die before she gets old"
patronus; Dorcas's patronus is no other than a puma. Like herself, it is wild and untamed - she is impulsive, after all. The puma leaps at the chance to attack it's prey...and in Dorcas's case, she metaphorically leaps at people who offend her or her friends. Wildcats are known for being brave and courageous (i.e. lions), and that easily stands for her. She's a proud Gryffindor lion, so one would suppose that would translate to one wildcat or another (for her, at least), and hers happens to be a puma. When cast, it seems almost like the puma is giving doubling her courage, strength, bravery, and determination...
boggart; If Cassie were to look into that mirror, it would show her next to a snazzy camera on a tripod, with a beret on her head. Just kidding about the beret part
maybe. This part represents her fulfilling her dream of being a freelance photographer - taking pictures of practically anything [for pleasure], and then selling them for a profit. Usually this means taking photos at wizarding events so they may be put in The Daily Prophet. But that's not all, as it would also show her wand facing the ground in a kickass pose. This is the other half of the story: becoming an Auror. Yeah, yeah, a lot of Gryffies do, but it is one of her dreams as well. She wants to make a difference in this awful war, because her blood is prejudiced. So if she can do both of these, she'll be one of the happiest girls in the world.
dementor; When her mum cut her hair the summer before Hogwarts, after she found out she was a witch. She cut with such fury that Dorcas thought for the first time that it was possible her mum was not only disappointed with her, but disliked her.
amortentia; dark chocolate, [photo] developing potion, dog shampoo, something leatherly
personality description; use good judgement on length
Dorcas Meadowes...has a quirky personality. While she holds basic Gryffindor mold in some ways, she completely defies expectations in others. She's mismatched - and in no way overly "perfect" or "horrible." Some people think she's a loony, but save that for Lovegood. This girl's not afraid to kick some butt, and if you think she's insane in the literal sense, she will.
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
When it comes to guy friends, Dorcas isn't usually selective. Almost anyone who gets along with her will do. She doesn't care whether they're jaw-droppingly gorgeous or have an acne-coated face. In fact, if they're less attractive, it actually makes her life easier. Less girls coming up to her and saying, "Hey, do you know if -inserthotguy'snamehere- likes me?" BBecause she's a girl, she's the more approachable of whatever guy's friends. She's not into guys, so it annoys the heck out of her to have girls be like that, which is why she's grown to dislike the idea of love...but that's a whole 'nother story.
Girls, girls, girls! That is when Miss Meadowes gets a little persnickety. Either they're too preppy, too fakely sweet, too physical in relationships, too mean, etc. The girls that tend to be her friends are the ones who actually approached her in her early years at Hogwarts, looking nothing more than for a friendship, not to find out whether Dorcas's moutherwatering friend has a crush on them. Since she doesn't look for female friends often, most of these friends she's had for quite a long time, back from the dawn of
time her first year.
LAUGHING IN THE FACE OF DANGER
"Danger" is her middle name! Actually, Alicia is, but that's not quite the point. To put it bluntly, Dorcas likes to take risks. Mostly, she takes risks for good reasons, but other times she can be completely out of her mind. That large majority of her risks tend to be for something involving fun, whether pulling a prank or sneaking Firewhiskey from Hogsmeade into Hogwarts. But sometimes, these very rare (or not so rare) occasions occur where she decides to do something absolutely ridiculous and stupid. Who knows, tommorow she might walk up to Voldemort and say, "I'll duel you for the fate of the Wizarding World." No one quite knows Dorcas's thought process, but most of her bad decisions happen because of her impulses and lack of thought process.
WATCH THE DISCO BALL SPIN
Though Dorcas might deny it, one of the reasons she's so fit is because she's always gettin' down on the dancefloor. She's an avid partier, going to at least one party each Friday and Saturday, if not two or more. She just loves the pulse that runs through her from the music, and the feeling of alcohol down her throat. Unforunately, not everyone thinks she's amazing at clubbing, like she knows she is, but she doesn't let it bother her one bit. She's got the gut to start getting her move on (as lame as it sounds) to whatever wizard band is playing, even if she doesn't know a single person in the room.
FROZEN IN TIME
She was taking pictures before she left primary school. She found is fascinating to be able to save a memory by snapping a photo of it. She pours her whole heart into the work, developing and fixing her film, and spending entire days in dark rooms trying to get a photos just right. Her first subjects were posing girls in her class, which disturbed her by how fake it looked. She found herself taking pictures of the tree in her backyard, the old lady a few houses away, her friends rough-housing, her mum making dinner...the list goes on, and it was the one thing Dorcas knew she wanted to be perfect at, if not inches away from so. Though she loves sports, there is so much more than an adrenaline flow in photography. It's making art.
In her first year at Hogwarts, little Dorcas found out that there was a special developing potion one could use on their film and actual prints to make them move. She automatically started using it, capturing funny moments and cool Quidditch moves, but later began to use it as a way to enhance the beauty of her photos. Photography was never the same for her after that. It was so much more, as it was from that day on a part of the Wizarding World, different from the muggle world she'd grown up in. Photography was - is - her beloved, and she could never imagine life without it.
BAD BOY, MEET BAD GIRL
Dorcas decided at one point, that if she were ever to fall in love (which she thinks is near impossible), the guy would have to be the male version of herself. Or at least, that's what she believes she wants. She's not firm on what her ideal guy would be like, as it's not as if she spends the time of day imagining who her "Prince Charming" would be. To a girl like her, she has better things to do with her time - like read the most recent issue of a sports magazine, for example.
Her most recents thoughts on her guy would be that he would have to be one of her best friends, and understand every little thing about her. Dorcas is a little peculiar this way; she says she doesn't spend her free time day-dreaming about him, yet she's come up with so many...things, for said guy. She's made it so he'd have to be the living version of her outline to every detail. No guy is perfect to any girl's imagination, so this presents a dilemma. The requirements are so difficult to fit, that she's made it pretty hard for any wizard (or muggle, for that matter) to fit the role. Concidence, perhaps? Didn't think so - she's set this up so she purposely can't fall in love.
on-stage
the background
nationality; English
hometown; Hampshire, England
parents; -Delaney Eve Meadowes (nee Hutchins), forty, occupation; unemployed (stay-at-home mom), mother
-Steven (goes by Steve) Fredrick Meadowes, forty, occupation; journalist for local paper, father
siblings; _____ Meadowes, fifteen, occupation; Fifth Year Gryffindor, sister
other family; n/a (Her family's slightly estranged from her maternal grandparents, her fraternal grandfather died of a heart attack, and her fraternal grandmother moved to France for the scenery
background history; When Delaney was a girl, every morning she would go outside to get the paper. Everyday a boy would come through the neighborhood, throwing newspapers onto people's driveways. Except when he got to her house, he would stop and hand her the paper, and then continue on his route. One day, after hundreds of these stop-and-go's, she held him up. "What's your name? And why do you stop at my house to hand me the paper when you throw it into other people's yards?"
He smiled and said, "I'm Steve. You're Delaney Hutchins, aren't you? Your mum's a part of the garden club. She talks about you a lot." Delaney's cheeks flushed light pink. Steve spoke again. "My mum's a part of that garden club your mum goes to," She began stuttering. "Wh..why w..would she talk about me?" With a big smile that riviled his earlier one, he said, "She seems awfully proud of you. Anyway, it wouldn't be very nice of me to the throw the newspaper when you're waiting there so nicely. Besides, I might hit you. That would suck, wouldn't it? Well, I've got to go. See you later!" He started pedaling again, and from that day on, though Delaney didn't know it, she was crushing on the sweet paperboy, Steve.
By the time she was thirteen, she found it pointless to get up every morning to get the paper, as Steve had given his job to a younger kid. She dreamed about the earlybird chats they had once had, but forgot about him. When else would she see the boy again? She went on, flirting with boys and going from boyfriend to boyfriend in her teenage years, but she was never satisfied with the relationship. There was something that she was looking for that none of the guys had, and it was simply this: they weren't Steve.
Garden Club meetings had always been her mother's favorite thing, so when she had graduated from her university, Delaney decided to go to one of the meetings. She put on one of her summer dresses, and headed with her mum to the meeting. They pulled up the curb and got out, and walked into the spacious backyard of the woman who was hosting the meeting, and suddenly her eyes connected wth a young man bringing out the sugar bowl for tea - Steven. All the memories came rushing back to her once, and it took all her strength not to run up and kiss him. She didn't pay attention the rest of the meeting, as her mind was filled with thoughts of the hostess's son.
The next day she went back to that address, and rang the doorbell. No doubt, Steven opened the door. "Hello, Steve. Remember me, Delaney?" She asked. He nodded. "'Ello, Delaney. How've you been?" She didn't respond through words, but through actions by smacking him on the lips with the kiss that she'd saved from yesterday. Little did Delaney know, but he'd had the exact same problem as her. Looking for a gal that had everything she had.
Their relationship was very passionate from the years the love had built up inside of them. Within two months they were engaged, and Delaney's mother planned on an extravagant wedding, but she couldn't care less, and neither could Steve. In the English dictionary, the word "passionate" has two meanings. They are: 1, having a strong sexual desire, and 2, having or expressing great depth of feeling. Originally their relationship was the second...but soon after their engagement, it became the first.
Mr. and Mrs. Hutchins were horrified, but Mr. and Mrs. Meadowes thought it was perfectly alright. As long as they still got married, it was fine with them, and they would greet the couple with open arms. Delaney's mum and dad kicked Delaney out, and canceled the gorgeous wedding. Steve and Delaney eloped, and bought a house with money Steve's parents had given them, and got ready for the baby. Happiness flowed through their veins, and Steve's parents visited regularly.
When Dorcas was born, her mother looked forward to dolling her up and having a little girly-girl. She was dressed up in pink, and was given dolls and teddy bears and a pretend kitchen...you get the idea. Delaney planned on making this the most pampered little girl she could. Herself, growing up, had dreamed of having a daughter. When her wish came true, she did everything to make her the little girl she wanted to be, and for quite awhile, Dorcas blindly followed what her mother said, wearing pretty frilly dresses and playing with her dollhouse.
Even though Delaney had another daughter, she still focused on her first to be the pretty, sweet, popular one. Not that she neglected Dorcas's little sister, it's just she planned on her first-born child to be the most perfect person there ever was. By the time Dorcas reached primary school, she begun to realize she didn't have to be her mother's perfection if she didn't wish to. Her first friends in primary school were a couple of boys in her class, which her mum frowned upon. "What's wrong with that nice girl in your class, Stephanie, who lives only down the street?" Her mother had asked her, and she had no clue. It's just when all the girls were using pink crayons, she was using blue. When they were playing jumprope, she was shooting hoops. She just didn't fit in with the girls, but at the time, she didn't know how to say it.
When she was eleven, about to enter high school (a Catholic private school, and all-girls' at that) a man with a long beard, wearing a cloak and a funny hat rang her doorbell, asking for her and her parents. Puzzled, she told her mother, who raced to the door and let him in, and had the whole family sit down in the living room. His name was Professor Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He soon explained that Dorcas was a witch, and her little sister too at that! Her mother was doubtful and shocked, but she couldn't deny it. Delaney had planned for this girl to be an angel, and she was playing with the boys and going to a magic school.
Weeks later, as the start of the school began, she soon learned that some people at her school thought muggleborns were disgusting (it was simple enough to understand being called a mudblood wasn't a compliment), but there were plenty who didn't mind. Most of the guys in her house, Gryffindor ("The awesome house," as one boy had called it) were pretty awesome, and a few of the girls were, too. Dorcas learned about Quidditch, and decided that she would have to play it one day, even if she never made the team. Life couldn't have been better.
Dorcas from her first day on became more and more at ease with her enviroment.Through her first year, she developed good, even best friends. She began to loathe numerous Slytherins, because many of them had insulted her, just because she hadn't been born into the Wizarding World. Not only did she have these extremes, but she also had in-betweens; people who weren't absolute friends, but she didn't dislike, either. Some fair-weather friends, some more towards annoyance. It didn't matter to her, because she made many more friends at Hogwarts within her first month than she had in all of her years of primary school (not that she didn't have plenty of friends).
There were oodles of classes Dorcas enjoyed and was skillful in, yet there were still a handful that she was, persay, less than proficient in. They just didn't make sense in her brain, and were all too complicated for her likings, such as Potions. There were too many steps one had to get just right, or otherwise the potion would go dastardly wrong. She'd prefer going to a class such as Defense Aganist the Dark Arts (better known as DADA), where she just seemed to excel in, and did exceedingly well.
Everything went on contentedly through her second and third years. It wasn't until her fourth that things, according to her, got nasty. Girls got their womenly curves, and many of her male friends began looking for girls in a different sense. Hormones had ruined any almost-friendships with guys she'd had before, because her body was what it appeared your everyday hormone-driven teenage boy was looking for. If she hadn't had good friendships with boys beforehand, she'd be completely lost. She struggled to create lasting relationships with guys - it's not the dating game she had problems with, if that's what you're thinking. With many of her fair-weather girl friends, all they wanted to talk about was guys, dating, and just plain gossip. Those friendships slowly dropped like flies, until she was left with just a small selection of girls who were good friends, and would talk to her like normal people. Some were looking to be a part of the Order of the Pheonix after they were seventeen, and/or graduated, like herself. These people, she knew, were the friends she really wanted.
Not much has changed since that year, besides harder classes, and the war raging on more than ever. She's been preparing herself a long time to be able to go out and fight, whatever it may take. She's got the self-sacrifice deeply rooted inside of her, so when things get that bad, she'll be able to let go all of her selfishness and focus on what really matters. Though drama buzzes around her like a soap opera, Dorcas's main goal for the year is - though she wants to graduate - to make it through the year alive. She'd even drop that if it were to save the life of any one of her friends. With things getting scarier day by day, it's time to throw away your childish things, and grow up and face the world.
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MEADOWES, dorcas
