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CONGRATULATIONS JOJO, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS DAISY HOOKUM WITH THE FACECLAIM OF MADELAINE PETSCH!

I was in the bus when I read your app, Jojo, and I was desperately trying not to yell because it was just so damn good! Her personality and biography complimented eachother so perfectly and just had me trying not to squeal out loud! Her change was so well described too - the fact that she changed from the word ‘expectations’ to that just got to me, and I can not wait to have her join the gang!

Check out our acceptance checklist right here on what to do next!

♔ OUT OF CHARACTER INFO ♔

NAME/ALIAS:

Jojo

AGE:

I’m 22 and my bday is April 7#ariesbitch

PREFERRED PRONOUNS:

she/her.

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY:

MST & my shoddy ass activity is abt to get better so wOO.

TRIGGERS:

REMOVED.

ANYTHING ELSE:

REMOVED.

♔ IN CHARACTER INFO ♔

FULL NAME:

Daisy Estelle Hookum.

BIRTHDAY AND AGE:

16, she was born December 17th

PRONOUNS:

She/her.

SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:

Bisexual/biromantic.

EXTRACURRICULARS:

I was thinking of adding her to the Art Club and the Political Awareness Club

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

( + ) : Charismatic - Daisy has a certain charm with which she deals with people. They tend to be drawn towards her warm, neutral attitude in which she never favors one person over another (unless of course you’re talking to one of her best friends, that is). She is overall trying to be a much nicer, open and welcoming person and she has no problem using that natural charisma to do so.

( + ) : Creative - Whether it’s a masterpiece painting worthy of sitting next to a Monet or an expertly spun excuse as to why she was strolling the grounds late at night (typically it was because she was trying to find her reflection in the stars), Daisy is a very creative person. Ideas and imagination flow past her lips like liquid gold, which can sometimes lead to her being found with her head in the clouds.

( + ) : Organized - While her creative streaks can sometimes leave her having gone days without sleep in favor of restless nights writing poems or doodling, she never fails to have exactly 3 quills lined up an inch apart on her desk. Her extensive shoe collection is arranged by color, size of heel and weather in which it can be worn and her outfits are lined up every Saturday evening for the upcoming week.

( - ) : Dogmatic - As it is, Daisy is a person who strives on control. She is incredibly stubborn which, in turn, causes her to believe that her opinion must be the right one. Anyone who disagrees with her only needs to be persuaded otherwise and she sees no problem with being the one to do so.

( - ) : Perfectionist - Control, control, control. It’s Daisy’s mantra, every single day she keeps hold of every moving piece in her life - at least as much as she can. It’s lead to some toxic coping mechanisms and is not a trait that she’s found herself able to shake.

( - ) : Fearful - Perhaps the reason she has yet to pick a side in this impending disaster of a war is because she hasn’t yet decided which side would win. Even more likely is that she hasn’t taken the time to think about it because it absolutely terrifies her. The reality of what is going on around her and in her world in particular has given her far more to work through than she can handle, and fear is not an emotion that Daisy does very well with.

BIOGRAPHY: *Trigger warnings for Eating Disorders & Animal Death*

Expectations.

Expectations. The word weighed upon Daisy Hookum’s shoulders for as long as she could remember. Born to a family who loved their supremacy and their blood status and the balls they hosted at their homes. It was all she thought she could care about. All she was ever allowed to care about.

Her first memory was running after a butterfly in her family’s garden. She was young, a short pink dress flowing around her as she ran barefoot through the grass. Right as she reached the butterfly, when it was mere inches away from landing on her finger - it burst into flames. She turned to see her father with his wand outstretched. “Don’t be silly Daisy, little girls don’t run like heathens.” So she no longer ran through the grass like a heathen.

The first breaking point came when she began destroying herself in order to have control over her own life. She wasn’t able to make her own decisions and was, in fact, discouraged from doing so. So she stood up after dinner one evening and excused herself to the bathroom where she shoved her finger down her throat until her stomach was empty. Ironically, she felt full for once. Full of power and control and an ability to make her own choice. It became a compulsion. She was only thirteen.

The second breaking point came when she was 14 and her dog died. Her beloved poodle had been with her since she was two years old. She learned of his death via a cold and emotionless letter from her parents. The only person who comforted her while she sobbed in the hallway was a Muggleborn. None of her Pureblood “friends” so much as blinked an eye at the mess she was on the cold concrete floor. She wasn’t supposed to respect Muggleborns, but how could she possibly keep hating them when the only person who bothered to care about her grief was a complete stranger whose affection she’d done nothing to earn?

The third breaking point was when she overheard her father absolutely shredding the family of the Muggleborn who comforted her. She burst through the door and went on a tirade against her father. When she finished he did nothing but laugh and walk her out, belittling the opinions which she’d barely been brave enough to share.

Daisy was tired of hating Muggleborns. She was tired of having thoughts that she had to swallow and tired of eating food she had to get rid of in order to feel some semblance of normalcy. So in her Sixth Year at Hogwarts, Daisy Hookum smiled at Muggleborns, Half Bloods, people of all walks of life. At times she returns to her old ways, sneering at the little Hufflepuff who tripped in front of her, shoving her wand down her throat to feel something other than a desperate need to find herself after all of this change.

Change.

A new word on her shoulders, but it weighed much less.

ADDITIONAL INFO:

Here is her pinboard!!! [LINK]

And here is her blog that has some muse stuff reblogged!! [LINK]

#morsmordre accepted #daisy hookum #hp rp #marauders rp #harry potter rp

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