#marlenebio

[depulsorpg]

WHATS IN YOUR FILE.

NAME: Marlene McKinnon. GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her. HOUSE & YEAR: Gryffindor, 7th. BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix.

WHAT DO THE RUMORS SAY.

POSITIVES: Brave, truthful, romantic. NEGATIVES: Sarcastic, untrusting, desolate. LOOKS LIKE: Demet Ozdemir.

WHAT IS THE TRUE STORY.

Grew up in a family of seven as the only girl amongst boys.

Very tough and strives to constantly prove herself.

Unafraid to stand up for what she believes is right.

Absolutely adores Quidditch and the rush it brings when she’s in the air.

Has a very particular weakness for firewhiskey and parties.

The pretty little bonnet placed upon the fair-haired baby’s head was only meant to be there until she could take it off. Marlene Alexandra McKinnon was born upon the Scottish hills, on a windy and bright winter’s day. You could consider the means of the world, and what it could do to a girl. Sprouting like flowers, they all wilt, when they’re stomped, crushed under the boot of an oppressor. Marlene McKinnon was not a flower to be trampled on. She was meant to grow. The youngest of a plethora of brothers, all of them ranging in the bravado, critical and strong tone of the McKinnon name, it meant that the means of softness, delicacy was tossed out the window. Marlene McKinnon, as a young child, with wild locks of curls forever untamed, was just as her appearance, just as the wind upon the day of her birth. Wild, unexpected, free.

As a child, Marlene had the hills of the Scottish Highlands to shield that which she and her family were: wizards and witches alike. From the temper tantrums that rocked her childhood, explosive bouts that ended with explaining to the nearby neighbours why the tree caught fire in the middle of a winter storm, it was always spoken, that power to a witch that lingered within. Being the youngest of her brothers, the only girl, perhaps there was expectation from her mother. The dresses she wore as a young child came back in scuffs of grass or mud, her hair tied neatly was always ratted and messy. A day of play ended up in a thorough scrub of soap and water. Her mother’s intention to keep her pristine, clean, pure was simply ill-fitting of the wild spirit that Marlene was.

When she turned eleven, the owl upon her doorstep and admission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. The suggestion to her excitement didn’t explain it enough: Marlene could breathe. For all the tales her brothers spun, all the broken rules, and classes, the intrigue, the ease of finding yourself while strengthen your skill—it’d been the day she’d been looking forward to most within her life. Getting your letter, and being there were vastly two different things. The walls of the castle seemed to be far more enchanting the more you gazed upon them. The Forbidden forest so welcoming to such a spirit she’s snuck into its darkness in her first year. And the chaotic freeing of Marlene never ceased. It remained as steadfast loyalty was made clear to the girls she found herself closest too, Mary Macdonald and Lily Evans. These girls represented the first time she had sisters. Even without the shared last names, Marlene felt as though they were her family, the members who picked her for who she was.

The spurn years of Hogwarts came and went. She’d taken that love of freedom and placed it upon a broomstick, flying high for the skies—only to chase a bludger. The mean crack sounded through the stadium during games, as her bat wielded hit after hit. Nothing ever put a smile on her face more than when someone told her to mount a broom. She’d give you a run for your money, the only time she’d spend the galleons was on her Quidditch gear, ensuring she had the best of the best. Flying had always been a pastime of the McKinnon family—but with this, it was her chance to show, prove and be seen as the bestof the best. The lucrative of pride springing from her fight on the Quidditch Pitch is, for now, the highest honour Marlene seeks.

All that fell within the Quidditch section also came with something new, a curse of her own to bear. Firewhiskey boasted the best form of her—free and willing—but to what cost? Marlene’s knack for the alcohol, freedom that it entailed almost made a dangerous cocktail, something disturbing from who she was prior to slipping in. Suggesting she had a problem wasn’t the key—yet. But it was on the cusp. Associating the damaging aspects of freedom with the need to party, drink until she passed out and wake up to rally and go again was—concerning. Perhaps her friends saw it as such—but it was her last year. A war lingered beyond the walls of the castle that protected them. If she was going to drink in celebration, so be it. If she was going to smoke pot—all the same. The second her time here ended, so did the party as a whole.

Watching your shadow in a world this dark wasn’t a fate she wanted to tempt—and Marlene would put it off for as long as possible.

WHAT ARE YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.

LILY EVANS: Absolutely adores, one of her closest friends. SEVERUS SNAPE: Considers a coward, despises him for the pain he caused Lily. MARY MACDONALD: Protective over, good friend. LUDO BAGMAN: With a shared adoration of parties and firewhiskey, what more? EVAN ROSIER: Doesn’t trust one bit, wary of.

[veravertorp]

marlene mckinnon | twenty | pureblood | order of the phoenix

wand: hollywood, dragon Heartstring, 10” boggart: seeing James Potter dying.   patronus: coyote.   pet: none. job: auror.  faceclaim: lily james

                                                  history

Marlene McKinnon was life itself, wild and free. Wonderfully chaotic— a perfectly put together mess. Growing up she had everything she could have possibly wanted. A loving family that didn’t let the fact they had been tarnished as blood traitors bother them or get to the better of them, The Potter’s lived right next door— growing up beside her best friend James and going on countless adventures with him always was a highlight, she had the worlds greatest friends that she met at Hogwarts and on top of that got to play Quidditch to her hearts content while at school.

Hogwarts was surprisingly easy for the young blonde. She was one of the best beaters Gryffindor had seen in centuries, most people often underestimating her due to her being a female. She was an exceptionally bright, being welcomed with open arms into multiple clubs but that was never her style. Marlene preferred spending extra time on the Quidditch field,  partying or sitting up in the astronomy tower writing away in the journal that she always kept on her person.

She was offered a spot on the Holyhead Harpies before even graduating Hogwarts. She almost screamed the great hall down upon receiving the letter of offer from the well known Quidditch team. But with a war looming she knew she had to stop thinking about herself for a change and take action herself. Using her unexpected impressive N.E.W.T scores she was accepted into the Auror academy, training alongside some of her previous classmates only to end up fighting against more previous classmates of hers.

Marlene often spends her days looking out for her friends, always ready for a battle and ready to protect the ones she holds close to her heart. She just hopes she is able to be around to witness a future when she didn’t have to sleep with her wand under her pillow or opening the prophet only to read dead or missing notices.

                                              personality

+ Loyal, Witty, Protective, Headstrong, Intelligent, Candid.

- Blunt, Reckless, Impulsive, Opinionated, Sarcastic, Insecure.  

                                           relationships

lily evans, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes & alice fortescue // who knows what would have happened to marlene if she didn’t have the girls. they keep her going, they keep her strong. marlene knows she’ll always have a home with them. alastor moody // since the moment they met, they’ve been at odds with each other. it’s never big fights, yet somehow they always devolve into arguing. sometimes she thinks about trying harder to be friendly towards him, but his attitude just drives her so crazy. james potter // they grew up in the same neighborhood and often spent time together. they are childhood friends and still talk to this day. he’s kind to her and she knows the soft nice side of the potter boy that most people have never seen. quentin travers // him and his group always been nasty to her and her brother. he’s started to target her more now, and marlene is debating what to do it about it-- if she should tell someone, or try to handle it on her own. he seems to enjoy watching her cry. he’s a mean, awful person.

MARLENE MCKINNON is unfortunately TAKEN!

[trepidusbellumrp-blog]

STATS;

Marlene McKinnon is a NINETEEN year old HALFBLOOD, they graduated from HOGWARTS from RAVENCLAW house and are portrayed by AMBER HEARD on the dash.

AESTHETIC;

Dragons, burn scars, chainsmoking, reading a good book, riding motorcycles, black lipstick, laughing at everything, studying for fun, losing family, working too much, running around.

BIOGRAPHY;

Marlene was born the third oldest in a family that was constantly growing. Adelaide and Balgair McKinnon already had a twelve-year-old off at school, as well as a five-year-old running a muck of their expansive home when Marlene was born on a crisp winter morning. Being the only girl and the youngest, her parents often treated her like a delicate flower and wouldn’t let her play rough like the others. Once her younger brother was born and she was forced to watch as someone smaller than her joined in with the other boys, she began to rebel. She didn’t care about being a pretty little thing anymore. She would rip out her ribbons and leave them lying on the ground, a trail of chaos behind her. Her pretty white dresses always had mud on them and her dainty, blonde curls never stayed out of her face like her mother attempted of them.

Finally, after years of effort, her parents gave up on trying to make her a porcelain doll and accepted their daughter for who she was. For the most part. By then she was nine and while her two older siblings were off at school, she was in charge of the remaining four. She was likened to being bossy by the adults observing, but they never gave her any trouble. They simply listened, granting her the role of a leader she fell easily into.

By the time Marlene went to school, she was more confident than she should’ve been. She couldn’t be third best to her siblings. Her competitive nature made her aim for the top. All her life she worked very hard in her family to show them she wasn’t some weak little girl. While she lost most fights between her and her older brothers, it was her scrappiness that set her apart. She remembered being on the train when her eldest brother put his arm around her and told her he would protect her in Gryffindor. Marlene knew this meant he would hover and she wouldn’t get to have a life. This put her on a course for something different. Something better. Her shoulders back, her head high, Marlene wished she would be anywhere besides Gryffindor. She had the bravery for it, but being trapped beneath her siblings paws wasn’t the freedom she was looking for. So she grew wings instead.

When the hat declared her a Ravenclaw, Marlene’s nerves flipped. She was suddenly beyond excited for a new horizon. She made herself at home among the most intelligent, eclectic group of people she had ever encountered. Despite the stereotypes, they weren’t so bad. Marlene was very calculated about everything, though. She wouldn’t allow herself to get too close to anyone. She knew they would leave her in the end. The truth of the matter was they were all headed in a different direction than her. Marlene didn’t want to destroy or ignore. She wanted to rise against. As intelligent as they were, there weren’t many in her house willing to stand with her.

She made it work though, made enough friends with views similar to hers that she earned her spot in the order immediately upon graduating. She now spends her time going back and forth between London and Romania to work with the dragon reserve there. She decided against moving so she could remain in the thick of the darkness. She can’t let it go, despite the pleas from both of her parents. They don’t exactly know what she gets up to, but they know there is a resistance. They know there is the strongest possibility their daughter is in constant danger. Marlene feels good about it, though. She feels like she’s doing the right thing. To her, that’s all that matters.

INFO;

played by: LU status: closed extra information: marlene is the third of eight children and works with dragons.

[wickednessrp-blog]

MARLENE MCKINNON.                 26. DRAGON KEEPER. PUREBLOOD. SLYTHERIN ALUMNI.

Marlene McKinnon is fully convinced that she was stolen from her real mother’s bedside as a child, and given to the McKinnons as an act of mercy. From the moment she knew how to walk, she was running. From the moment she knew how to speak, she was shouting. With magic came adventure, and with adventure came scraped knees, hilarious accidents, and more than one evening spent upon the bannister watching poor Cait McKinnon scrub mysterious goo from the walls. Cait McKinnon and her dear Donal, who both were the quintessential picture of Hufflepuff duty and self-control from the moment they passed the walls of Hogwarts, would never have expected to give birth to such a wild, untameable beast of a child. And that was just what she was; a miracle baby, for Cait has struggled with carrying a child to term, turned monster before she even knew the difference between a stick and a wand.

The resentment, the rebellion, the determination to revolt against every expectation stacked up against her by her own flesh and blood, began young; most sorted so differently from their kin are shocked to find that they bear different colors, but not Marlene. She, while the slightest bit surprised, was proud to stray from the long-standing McKinnon tradition of wavering between the badger and the lion, the two “noble” and “worthy” houses, as far as her family was concerned. This was her first step, her first time striking out onto her own; though her sorting may not have been under her control, she saw a glimmer of freedom and promise in the emerald and silver, and with it she ran to the horizon, and never looked back. And she never questioned it; as she joined the Slytherins at her newfound place in the world, she remembered the acidic bitterness at the back of her throat as her mother forced her into frilly dresses, combed her hair flat, patted her on the head and in a patronizing manner told her to “be good”.

Well, here she didn’t have to be good. She could be wicked. She could be mad. She could be wild and free, and whatsoever her serpent’s heart desired. The freedom that accompanied school, and the knowledge that she was the first of her kind in the McKinnon line, informed her every decision. Marlene became a full-fledged wild child before she could master Expelliarmus, earning a reputation that she will not soon shed, and Hogwarts will not soon forget. She was the life of the party and the bull in the china shop all at once, heading up every physical sport and battling her way to the front of every social standing. Her studies were unimportant in the face of Quidditch, and Dueling Club, and the parties that followed every match. Marlene knew good and well that her studious and stick-in-the-mud parents expected more of her- to get good grades, to graduate easily, to get a job, and a house, and a husband, and a child- but her only concern was freedom, and wildness, and a chance to live without being tied down by pink bows and familial obligation.

It was a testament to Marlene’s good nature, underneath the wildness and fervor, that she made so many friends in so many different corners of Hogwarts. A Gryffindor here, a Hufflepuff there; a Ravenclaw to study with every Wednesday, and a group of Slytherins with which to play exploding snap. She was undeniably popular, for a time, but as she grew older, and her wildness and independence grew more focused, friends became enemies, and enemies became threats. As the war simmered around them, Marlene grew unafraid to speak out, to stand up for those who could not stand up for themselves as easily as she could. Wildness turned to passion, passion turned to drive; it did not matter how dangerous dear Cait and Donal deemed the world outside the Ministry (as if the Ministry itself was not as dangerous), for Marlene was determined to go out into it. Nevertheless, her independence took hold of half her mind, and left her with the nagging feeling that she would be best served to think of herself before laying her life down upon the battle lines in the name of righteous anger.

It was this righteous anger, however, which kept her from following in the footsteps of so many of her fellow Slytherins. They, who had been her family for years, bore mixed reactions to her denial of their creed- some turning their backs on her entirely, and some vowing to run her into the ground in order to win her back to their side. But Marlene had never been one of them, in truth. She appreciated their cunning, their temporary acceptance; what they taught her, how they were instrumental in taming the wild child and turning her into a weapon would not be forgotten. But they reminded her, most of them, of a childhood spent tampered down, scolded, shoved into a too-small, too-rigid mold into which she had no desire to contort herself. Hogwarts had been a time of change- from one of them, to an outsider once more, Marlene was no longer concerned with riding the catalyst that Slytherin had provided, but rather leaping from the ledge upon which she stood into a brave new world in which she could fight at the side of her dearest friends, and pursue a wild dream she’d never have explored otherwise.

To split her time between the Dragons and the Order is just the sort of life that Marlene envisioned herself having. Had she been sorted into Hufflepuff she might have been stuck at a desk job in some miserable office, but Marlene is in her stride- even with the burgeoning issue of Muggles on the periphery of the Wizarding World. Marlene spent years dancing with reckless abandon between her profession and her cause, and the sudden upturn of Lord Voldemort- only to be replaced with a much different adversary- has done nothing but make her want to fight even harder. She has not spoken to her parents since her graduation; she checks in on them every now and then, but they are living a life in fear, stagnant silence, and collecting dust that she cannot condone. Of course, she has no doubt that they would not want to speak to her either, even after all this time; perhaps if they compared microchips, they could put aside their differences and find common ground. Cait never wanted her daughter to turn out the way she did; she wanted a prim and proper Pureblood- but instead she got a wicked wild wind of a woman… with a bit of metal in her head.

Perhaps this is not the time for rebellion at home- but rebellion, once more, on the front lines. Marlene has always had trouble distinguishing the difference between the two; perhaps now it is time to learn.

Wicked children were born, not made. That was evident in Marlene McKinnon. The seventh child born to the seventh child. From a young age they were destined for greatness. A mother who worked high up in the Ministry and a father working in the fields. Marlene was going to be different. Two weeks after graduation Marlene showed up at the England Dragon sanctuary. A month later they were wrangling dragons. 

LILY EVANS: One night stand. The strongest flower blooms even in winter. For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t have happened. Marlene never would have expected it, nor would she have expected such a persistent bloom to follow her about afterwards, sitting in the hollow of her chest like a crimson ache that cannot be expunged. Lily has been one of her closest friends for years and years, but a small crush developed into one night she’s not like to forget; a latent crush that she’d not even realized was something to act upon bloomed into something dangerous. Now she’s like to repress it until she’s six feet under, for there’s no way, in Marlene’s mind, that it’s reciprocated. DORCAS MEADOWES: Best friend. Belief and expectation do not define us. If there’s one person to whom Marlene can tell anything, it’s Dorcas. If there’s one person who knows and understands her struggle to form and maintain a cohesive identity in such a tumultuous world, it’s Dorcas. She’s told Dorcas all her secrets, from her first tattoo, to her first time, to the pregnancy scare the year after they left school. They live together, share everything; the two girls may as well be sisters, for they are utterly inseparable. AMELIA BONES: Jealous of. Do not covet, they say; I do not believe them. The one who seems to have it all; the doting family, the perfect life, the planned and set future- Marlene cannot say she hates Amelia, but there is something about her utterly easy existence that rubs her the wrong way. Amelia seems to be able to get away with everything that Marlene never could; her parents love her and support her, she never seemed to get in trouble from where Marlene stood. In the public eye, Amelia is perfect, a golden beacon of community service and protection- while Marlene, on the other hand, is a tattooed ne’er do well who spends more time with dragons than with humans. The dislike is not hard to understand. PIERO NOTT: Finds annoying. . Unwanted eyes peering out from a world in which I do not belong. There is nothing eloquent or understated to be said about Marlene’s feelings for Piero Nott. Unwanted attention, wheedling advances denied without a second thought, Piero represents the Pureblood big-headedness and entitlement that Marlene resents. She would likely appreciate his advances more if he was not everything that was utterly wrong with their society. Perhaps if she knocks him down a few pegs, she might be willing to give him the time of day. But for now, turning him down might as well be a sport.

MARLENE MCKINNON IS CLOSED.

faceclaim: lindsey morgan.