WHITE, monica.

[Monica White]

MONICA ISOBEL WHITE
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basic information.

FULL NAME , monica isobel white.
NICKNAMES , moni, monia.
AGE , seventeen.

GENDER , female.
SEXUALITY , bisexual.
STATUS , single.

BLOOD TYPE , muggle-born.
HOUSE , slytherin.
POWERS , apparation.

appearance.

EYES , pale green.
HAIR , medium, blond, wild, curly.
SKIN , pale, clear.

BUILD , petite.
HEIGHT , 4'10.

CLOTHING STYLE , average. likes to wear purple, and black. prefers her clothing to fit tightly, however figure-fitted attire she lacks.

Monica is less than average for her age. She is shorter and thinner than most girls, standing at a staggering 4'10 and weighing in at 98 lbs., and aside from being relatively curve-less, this is not a bad thing. Due to her high metabolism, she seems to be able to eat whatever she pleases, and it does not effect her weight. People seem to envy this, however she does not see it as something special. If anything, she'd like to gain a few pounds. With such a slender build, Moni often finds it difficult to find proper fitting clothing - everything is much too big. Trousers generally prove to be exceptionally difficult, given her small waist, and short legs. This does not phase her quite as much when in school, though, as she generally sticks to the female addressed skirt portion of the school uniform. When not at school, it is, of course, a nightmare. People find new ways of expressing their desire to be as petite as she, but they do not know that she would give anything to be bodacious, and curvy... And, well, tall.

Aside from her body, though, she doesn't see anything in herself for someone else to be jealous of. Her hair is unruly and blond, pulling into tight, frizzy curls just above her shoulders given how difficult it is to style and tame, she does not do anything with it. Her eyes are a dull, placid green, and her lips a contrasting red, making her rose petal-like mouth stand out harshly against her pale complexion. Her heart-shaped face is innocent and angelic at first glance, but do not be fooled. The greatest lesson one can learn, when Miss White is concerned especially, is appearances can be deceiving.

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personality.

LIKES ,

• defense against the dark arts class
  
• lollipops
  
• attention
  
• firewhiskey
  
• animals
  
• reading
  

DISLIKES ,

• purebloods
  
• bullying
  
• being told what to do
  
• history of magic
  
• demons
  
• gryffindors

Moni likes to pretend she's tough and outgoing, along with arrogant and all of the other Slytherin traits, however she is, all in all, a little girl inside. She is still afraid of the dark, and has a constant need to be around people. All in all, she is a deeply eccentric, dark girl, with a twisted take on life.

history.

FAMILY ,

• garrison white - father
  
• angelica white - mother
  
• jonathan white - younger brother
  
• henry sheridan - grandfather, mother's side
  
• monica sheridan - grandmother, mother's side
  
• jonathan white - grandfather, father's side
  
• mildred white - grandmother, father's side

Monica Isobel White was born the 3rd of April, 1992, to Dr. and Mrs. Garrison White - two perfectly normal muggles. She grew up in Yorkshire, having a had a fine life as a muggle. Her father worked as a dermatologist, while her mother stayed at home to keep house. The first four years of her life were particularly uneventful and boring, though at the age of five her mother gave birth to a boy. Moni liked being a big sister, mainly because she was able to boss him around without restraint. As the years progressed, taunting and domination Jonathan became less and less appealing. He was getting older as well, as was normal, and beginning to learn that he didn't need to take anything disrespectful from his sister. He began to fight back, and even managed to push Moni into a water fountain...

And that was really when things began.

Eyes filled with tears and blinding rage, the water disappeared from the fountain. There was not a drop to be found. In an instant, however, it became obvious where the liquid had ended up. Floating several feet in the air was a large amount of water, wondrously uncontained. She'd never seen anything like it. It hovered for a moment above her brother's head, before releasing like a cool splash from a bucket. Her brother, shocked, ran off to find their parents, screaming about how Monica had attempted to kill him by means of drowning. Being of closed minds, her mother and father dismissed the notion, and nothing was said again for three years.

In that span, Monica had left her infantile stage, and was slowly becoming a young woman. She'd left her dolls and foolish toys behind, and had moved past the essential "boys have cooties" state of mind. Despite being flung into this whole new way of life, she never forgot what happened that day by the fountain. It was always at the back of her mind, no matter what she was going through. She'd always been dumbstruck as to how the water had mysteriously vanished from the fountain, and then found it's way to her brother. It was simply not logical. However, during the summer of her eleventh year, it suddenly made sense.

She'd received a letter from one Albus Dumbledore - a man she'd never heard of. If that hadn't been odd enough, it'd been delivered via owl - a service she'd never before heard tell of. As she tore through the letter, thinking things could become no more peculiar than they were already, she'd been accepted into a school for magic and witches and wizards. She hadn't even been aware that she'd applied to such a rubbish place. Magic. Thinking it to be a scam, she ignored the letter, however when more came, she had no choice but to believe it. And so, she ventured to Diagon Alley.

Many years have past since then, though, her memories a wretched blur. Miraculously, she'd survived her first year, and second, and now she was on her way to graduating. It had been difficult to keep a secret, of course, that she was a mudblood - a real dishonour to her house. But somehow she'd done it, and how was still a mystery.

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