FARRAH LYNE WINSTON

[FARRAH LYNE WINSTON]

( * AND SHE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Farrah said she'd never leave

( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .

[/b] and i guess i have some pet names but that's the name i like. anyways, i've been pulling these strings for wow, eight years and you don't know how many puppets i've made dance. it's hard when we're all on these different times, and so you know that i'm not some lunatic who's never on, i'm on Eastern Standard so there you are! oh, right, i almost forgot! sometimes you can catch me impersonating no one else and i'm loving it too! you need proof of my puppetry skills? fine! i swear, you're gonna be amazed, though.

"Now, we both look the same, so if we both go different ways, he won't know which way to go or who did what" Fabian told Gideon, as they took the fifth floor passage to the third floor, in search of Filch, their favorite person to torment. While Filch wasn't really old, he still moved as though he were, which worked to their advantage. Today, they would be making Filch doubt his sanity. They would lure him to the third floor corridor use the passage ways to make him think he was seeing double. Now, Filch was well aware of Fabian and Gideon. He had to be, otherwise he'd never have anything to do. Still, the way they had set up this prank was that Filch would never be able to prove that they were both there. While he'd swear up and down that he knew they were both there, the doubt would be in the back of his head, eating at his feeble brain.

When Filch wondered over, they began. It ended with them both appearing on either side of Filch and running opposite ways. The plan had gone especially well for Fabian, seeing as Filch chased Gideon first. Fabian was strolling back to the Gryffindor common room when the staircase he was on decided to change, and through some twisted act of karma or fate, Fabian exited the stairs to find him on the same hallway as Filch. Just as he turned to run, Filch spotted him. He ran for a while before seeing a doorway he'd never noticed behind a tapestry. He ran faster towards it, and eventually found himself by the library, Filch's steps echoing behind him. He grimaced, and ran into the library. Noticing the glare the librarian shot him from under her glasses, he decided to go with the backup plan he and his brother always reserved: look studious! Cracking his knuckles, he scanned the room for someone who would make him look studious by association. He strolled quickly towards the brunette looking at the books. He didn't know her, but she looked like the type who'd have a purpose for being here.

"Yeah, about the poti-" Fabian paused to scan the books. "Yeah, charms. About that." He said, pulling down the book her fingers were grazing and flipping through it. "I'm having a little trouble with the charm it's over and I was thinking that maybe if we pool our resources we'll-" He stopped to see if the librarian had looked down, dropping the book as soon as she had. He walked deeper into the aisle, just in case Filch wondered in. He paused to wonder what Gideon was doing, but brushed the thought from his mind. Gideon was surely capable.

He held out his hand, though he was standing a few feet away. "Fabian Prewett, at your service. Well, not really. I'm not going to help you with whatever this is, but I'm going to pretend to. I hope you don't mind" He whispered so as not to incur the wrath of the librarian.

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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .

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[/color] FULL NAME :
Farrah Lyne Winston, "There isn't really much to it. My dad's last name is Winston, so there's that one. Lyne is some dead person that I'm somehow related to, I think. And Farrah? Well, my mom said she just got it out of a baby name book. Nothing too fancy, I guess. Actually, it's quite boring. I hate being boring."
--- * NICKNAMES :
"Farrah is fine, if you please. I have no nicknames because I don't want any. "
--- * AGE :
eighteen
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
November twentieth, 1990
--- * GENDER :
"proudly sporting a vagina"
--- * SEXUALITY :
"Straight as an arrow."
Well, as far as she knows.
--- * RACE :
"What does this mean? Caucasian? Homosapien?"
Human
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Original

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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .

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[/color] PLAY BY :
Natalie Portman
--- * BODY TYPE :
"Well, I guess I'm about average. As long as I'm not pear shaped, I'm happy. I try to stay in shape, you know? Problem is, I have a hard time getting off of my ass.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
Five foot six, One hundred and twenty five pounds.
--- * HAIR :
I wear my hair short, about to the nape of my neck. I've been experimenting with the Audrey Hepburn look lately, you see. Naturally, it's wavy. What with everything available, it's whatever I want it to be. Right now, it's a chocolate brown. I used to experiment with all sorts of colors, but right now I'm keepin' it real."
--- * EYES :
"My eyes are boring and brown. In my efforts to be, well, not boring, I've examined them closely and found small specks of green. I take solace in them, but they really aren't notable. My pupils are kind of big. One time, a cop thought I was high, and he refused to believe that my pupils are just that big. I pay a lot of attention to my eyebrows. I try to keep them well manicured. Eyebrows matter a lot more than most people realize. They're shaped like walnuts, I guess. They're a little bigger than average, kind of heavy-lidded, but I think I manage to not look retarded. I have really long, giraffe eyelashes. They're kind of akward, sometimes."
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
"A ton of icky scars. This is only because I pick at scabs like a fiend. If scab picking was a sport, I'd be Farrah "Scabby" Winston, gold medalist. I get so many scabs because I'm so very clumsy. It's a vicious cycle, you see.

I lied. They aren't all from scabs due to clumsiness. I've giant scars on my stomach and back, some on my legs and one on my arms, from a burn and subsequent skin grafts. My neck too, now that I think about it. Don't tell anyone, though. Okay? Not that they haven't noticed, but I still don't like for people to know. The visible ones aren't too bad, but the ones I keep covered are fucking sick, so I keep them covered. Don't tell. Seriously."
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
"What do I look like? Seriously? Like you want an online dating site description? Well, I guess I can tell you about how I dress. I haven't covered that. Well, I try to stay trendy. I've always poured over these high fashion magazine with my tongue out like some kind of dog. So, I dress nicely. Not trendy like brands, but trendy like pea coats and suede. I try to keep my scars covered. Sure, some starving kid might appreciate the money more, but, hey, I've got it and I'm going to look nice because I do. Other than that? I've dark features. I'm not fat. Kind of cute, but I wouldn't say I'm anything too special. I'm flat chested, but what can you do? Eh, the facts of life, I suppose. "

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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .

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[/color] LIKES / TURN ONS :
music, new things, being fashionable, clothes, fresh smells, dancing, fruit, dogs, the sun, the smell of people who have just come in from outside, reading, blankets, Chinese food, big eyes, bones, hypocrites, telling stories,
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
her inability to not judge, weird makeup, cold weather, being damp, working out, toes, hair anywhere below the eyelashes, hyphenated words, hyperbole, math
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
Strengths: communication, looking nice, being resourceful, persuasiveness, math
Weaknesses: She's gullible, can't hold a grudge, superficial, judgmental, maintaining friendships
--- * FEARS :
not existing, being possessed, the dark, being thought of as ugly
--- * PERSONALITY :
conscientious, humorous, self-aware, outgoing, controlled, curious, picky, opinionated, fair, loyal, friendly, judgemental

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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .

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[/color] PARENTS :
Michelle Ava Winston nee Cauldwell , 52 , Lawyer
Thomas Franklin Winston , 50 , Dermatologist
just because your character might not know doesn't mean you don't
--- * SIBLINGS :
Adopted: Kapil Aadi Winston, eleven, fifth grade
--- * LOVERS:
None, thanks
--- * PETS :
Fable, two, cat
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
"I was born. I'm living. I really hope to not die."
Invoke the muse. So, in November, plenty of babies are born, Farrah among them. Her upbringing was rather privileged. Every precaution was taken to make sure that Farrah was educated and happy. For a long time, she was. Then, a fire changed everything.

She'd been allowed to fall asleep in the living room that night while she watched a movie. It was a rare treat to not have to wake up and brush her teeth and change and go to bed. She'd fallen asleep curled in front of a portable heater, enjoying it's warmth. She'd only turned nine two weeks ago. During the course of the night, she'd managed to roll farther away from it's heat, most likely because it was too hot. When the heater exploded, her back was severely burned, turning it from smooth skin into twisted, puckered flesh. For a long time, she was afraid of herself.

After this, she became far more withdrawn. She no longer enjoyed playing with her friends. She refused to change in front of anyone. It took a few years for her to come out of her shell again, but it didn't just permanently mar her on the outside. Inside, she is scarred as well. So scarred, that she has yet to lose her virginity, simply because of this incident. Sure, she doesn't necessarily have to take off her shirt, but these scars have barred her from intimacy.

So, now a senior in high school, she enjoys being known as "The Virgin". Sure, she's had plenty of chances to lose the title, but it will be a long time before she does. It has nothing at all to do with morals, and everything to do with shame and embarrassment. After she recovered as much as she ever would from the incident, she lived the normal life of a privileged girl.

She has dinner every night with her parents, who, if they aren't in love, at least keep up appearances. With a loving family, a bustling social life, and an overall well-funded life, she has every reason to be happy, right? Well, she is. Still, she usually finds herself looking for someone or something else. She finds herself discontent with whats accepted around her. Finding the world lacking in a certain... magical ambition, she always keeps an open eye.
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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .

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[/color] RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
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( * CREDITS ! )
ohwhoah .

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