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[gracingmeadows]

GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Dorcas Meadowes Nickname(s): Doe, Docie Age: 28 Date of Birth: July 21st Horoscope: Cancer  Nationality: British Occupation: Evening DJ for the WNN Sexuality: Hetrosexual

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke Height: 5,4 feet Weight: 110 pounds Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Blue Noticeable Features:

HISTORY ➤

Hometown: Tadcaster Financial Status: Middle class Spoken Languages: English

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Catriona Meadowes  Father: Halden Meadowes (deceased)  Sibling(s): None Pet(s): None at the moment Cousin(s): Marcus, Matilda and Darcy 

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: 10 inches, rowan wood with core of unicorn tail hair Patronus: A siberian husky dog  Boggart: A figure draped in darkness  OWLSs: Charms, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy 

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

Jung: ESFP Enneagram: The Helper Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Archetype: The child Temperament: Sanguine

[jihyunsglasses]

character inspo: miss country cloudcuckoolander

her head had always been elsewhere, anywhere but where she was. ever since her childhood, the vices and dramatics of the people that belonged to the countryside were the things that seemed awfully underwhelming to her, so she’d rather spend the hours contemplating the existence of her protestant upbringing. the girl is all about passing the time and getting by on whatever she can, and she's a likely candidate to be the only person you'll see at every event but barely speaking a word. the truth, is that her mind would much rather ponder on the point of existence and the nothingness of the afterlife than say, whoever not who broke jones’ fence the other day. and, she prefers it that way.

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THE ROSE WITHOUT THORNS Bronwyn Grevé

Will you go ahead to the Aventine In the { holly } red in the night Dirt under my shoe from the old at heart Right under you, grinning in the dark You carried my {heart} in the night To bury the wave in the tide You carried me onto the fields There is a [grove], there is a plot Deep in the snow, b r e a k i n g your heart One step ahead, a  t  h  o  u  s  a  n  d miles A trail a̾b͂ͨ̓̔lͣͬ̅̇ͦͣa͒͂͛zéͩ to the A v e n t i n e

--Agnes Obel, Aventine

LA ROSE SANS ÉPINES

The poet laughs at the madness and smiles at the fire, because Certes is as unforgiving as she is inspiring.