Pandora Hazel Lennox

[Pandora Hazel Lennox]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Pandora Hazel Lennox
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Year: Sixth
Celebrity: Oksana Tkachuk

Physical Appearance: Typical American beauty. America will tell you the skinny, the better. They pound into your head be skinny, be fashionable, if you eat you're a horrible person. Yes, they mold their youth from birth through advertisement and television. You must be physically perfect or you won't matter to anyone until you are.

Now, if only this young lady lived in America.

Pandora's body was something that was to be worshiped in America. Too bad she hated it with a passion. She stood at five foot seven inches and weighted a mere one hundred and twenty three pounds. Try as she might, nothing was to be done about her sick weight. Eat, eat, eat was all the girl did but still skin a bones.

Her face was something she also disliked. She had a small nose; that was something she'd like to change. Her eyes were too... almond shaped and too brown for her liking. Her lips though were something she liked on her face. Yes, they had a nice shape and were the right size.

She also praised her hair. It was so beautiful to her. Light brown in color and to her shoulder blades in length. It would do anything and looked good no matter what she did with it. Mostly she wore it arrow straight but when she was feeling spontaneous, she would scrunch it, put it in a messy bun, curl it, or let it dry to it's natural wavy state. Yes, her hair was the love of her life at this point.

Getting back to the things she hated about herself, her skin was the last thing to be annoyed with. So pale, it reminded her of milk when she looked in the mirror. Alway needed sunscreen, it was a pain to keep her skin healthy. If only she could have more tone... maybe then she wouldn't need to put that disgusting stuff on every morning. Thank God for odorless sunblock.

Personality: To truly know and understand someone, you need to have seen all their "faces". Everyone has them, at least two. Some people have more, those are the ones you really need to work hard on getting to know. For Pandora, the number of faces seemed countless.

The general public face was something everyone saw. Her friends, the teachers, unknown peers, everyone that wasn't truly close to her. Happy, bubbly, excited, passionate. A friendly person, Pandora made friends and allies easily. It was very hard to get on her bad side and for her to publicly hate you.

For her close friends she showed a different face. They knew some of it was just an act, to fool people, to get as many people on her side as possible. Her close friends know she cries, know she needs help, know she's not the perfect person she tries to convince people she is. They see she's a bit worn out.

In her mind is where the real "magic" happens. All the things she things, feels, and wants to do but never does or says. Inside she's really a self-centered, horrible, mean person. This part of herself she even shuts off to herself most of the time. It's wrong to be this way and she knows it. Rarely does this face even show itself.

Pandora Hazel Lennox is a very complicated person. It would take years to understand her. It's a very good thing she doesn't allow many people to understand her; it's hard to deal with the face that mixes together the ones her close friends and herself sees.

Likes:
Music
Flute
Percussion
Writing
Drawing
Sleeping
Shimmer
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Internet
Dislikes:
Cheaters
Liars
Fakes
Mean people
Glitter
People hating her
Cold
People who think they're better than her

History: Nothing short of amazing, Pandora had a great childhood. Not like those tragic, horrible, poor, messed up people. No, no, no. She comes from a lower-upper class family who loves and cares for her deeply. Nothing too tragic has ever happened to this girl.

Born on December 24th in a little hospital in the middle of London, from the very start this girl had it easy. Being brought home to a large house, she was pampered with the best toys, best baby foods, best anything. It might sound like she was a spoiled brat... and it's true.

From the time she was born to the time she was seven, she was a horrible child. She demanded to have everything her way and in fear the result if not granted this demand, everyone did as she asked. Her parents, as much as they loved her, couldn't figure out how to change her and she needed to change.

As soon as she was old enough, the age of seven, Pandora got sent off to boarding school. She was kept there. That Christmas her parents noticed a difference in her. When they'd gotten her back at the end of the year, they'd seen she'd changed. The year after, she was totally transformed into what she is today.

While she was at boarding school, around the age of nine, this lady had her first love. Finding out on that "horrible" day that she was going to Hogwarts, unknowing that she'd have any powers but aware of her father's powers, she was taken out of the boarding school. This separated her from her love.

Trying to keep up their friendship, Pandora soon found out at the age of thirteen that he'd found love himself and he no longer wished to contact her. Shattering her heart into a million pieces, now at the age of sixteen, she is still recovering. She finds it hard to develop relationships of any serious kind, friendship or not, with boys.

Now with her family life until this point in time, it was happy. She'd never seen her parents fight, she loved them greatly, and it was a nice life. In school she'd gotten very good grades and got decent ones here at Hogwarts, averaging a B in muggle terms.

Her past was not a horrible one nor was it close to tragic. Pandora is a happy girl from this life. It shows in the way she treats people, the way she acts, and everything she does.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Bree
Years of Experience: About eight
Sample Post:
When you're all alone and have arrived early for school, what is a teenager to do? With school supply money in one pocket, that was tucked away in case this shopper went a little overboard with her shopping. A purse over her shoulder held the spending money she'd been collecting over the summer.

Emera Bernadette Ackland was wandering about the streets of Aldenshire. With an appetite that could second a lions, this student was so hungry she could eat a hippogriff. Casually placing one hand on her stomach as she grumbled for food, Emera began to look around for some place to eat.

Passing by a few places, The Open Gate was always talked about among her friends. A place she had yet to step foot in, she decided it was best not to go into the mainstream now. The place did seem alive, like she would find someone to talk to in there. Too bad it was so popular.

About to give up and go back to The Open Gate, Emera found just what she was looking for. A small, quiet, homely looking pub. Margie's Basket. Not a place she'd heard a whole lot about, she heard they had great soup. Lovely for the mood she was in.

Passing through the entrance, the student felt at ease and relaxed in the atmosphere of this pub. With a small smile on her face, she went up to the counter to order some soup and butterbeer. An older witch looked over Emera, who she only assumed was the owner. The smile on her face would quickly disappear.

"What? A teenager? What are you doing in my pub?" the old lady cackled.

A look of surprised came over the girls face as she quickly tried to regain herself. "I... am I not suppose to be? I just wanted some lunch."

"You hoodlum's are always in this place, causing a ruckus in my pub," snarled the old witch.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not going to disturb your pub, I just want something to eat," Emera said, trying to calm the old witch down.

"One word to disturb my pub and I'm kicking you out," the witch said, getting something out to write Emera's order down on. With a smile back on her face, Emera placed her order for some chicken noodle soup in a bread bowl and a bottle of butterbeer.

Looking around the pub as she waited for her order to come, she did notice it was mostly older folk, the youngest looking around thirty. Now feeling slightly out of place in her apparel, she was adorn in a light blue vintage t-shirt with Mario (from the video game) on the chest and jeans that were ripped up on the ends. Most wore more mature things, other than jeans, running shoes, and t-shirts.

Her order was ready, Emera took it happily, smiling a thanks to the witch and took a spot at an empty table. Setting her little black purse on the floor by her feet, the girl took a big bite of her soup. Boy, did it taste delicious. The only thing that would make this meal better was some company.

Other: *edited*

I also hope it isn't horrible that I combined the physical description of my character into one section. I save Pandora's information and the way it is typed, I couldn't split it. Sorry in advanced if it is a problem.

[Abbie Chalk]

Accepted