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 MEADOWS, DORCAS CAMBRIA
DORCAS CAMBRIA MEADOWS
Posted: May 1 2008, 03:02 AM


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DORCAS CAMBRIA MEADOWS

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Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl


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full name;Dorcas Cambria Meadows
    Dorcas-Derived from Greek δορκας (dorkas) meaning "gazelle". In the New Testament this is the Greek translation of the name Tabitha (see Acts 9:36).
    Cambria- Latin form of the Welsh Cymru, the Welsh name for the country of Wales, derived from cymry meaning "the people".
    Meadows- Referred to one who lived in a meadow
nick names; Dory, Dork, Dorky, Cassie, Cam, Bree, Bria, Meadows

date of birth; july 24th
age; 19
place of birth; Sury, England
house; former ravenclaw
sexuality; heterosexual
heritage; British


i didn't get my perfect fantasy



play by;anne hathaway
distinguishing features; her smile and hair
piercings and tattoos;ears pierced

overall appearance;
    A quick glance is never enough for Dorcas, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Dorcas has received more than her fair share of double-takes, even triple-takes.(although she personally doesn't know why she's being looked at in such a way) What first catches people is obviously her body. I mean really, if you’re walking by somebody on the street that’s going to be the first thing that you immediately see, your mind processes it so quickly that you likely don’t even notice. Now obviously people are going to see that she’s female, if they don’t then they must be blind and deaf because it’s simply just painstakingly clear. Although Dorcas is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally tanned color of her skin, fair skin it could be called. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.

    The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of light brown they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. Dorcas is never one to wear a great deal of make-up, but she will often line her eyes, knowing that they are indeed her best feature. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, but almost dirt brown ringed with a darker almost black shade. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see whether or not it is something that the young woman wants.

    The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Dorcas’ nose, what she considers to be her worst feature. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent cover-up and Dorcas has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.

    The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and light. Yet in the right light it can seem almost honey-brown as opposed to dark brown It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always groomed in a pretty fashion, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is the odd ponytail or a messy bun. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.

    Back to the body, time for a better look. Dorcas is tall in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot eight inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot six, so Dorcas is often a bit taller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand dating somebody who was shorter than her. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy. Between classes, and everything else she hardly has time to stop, and it is common to see her strolling through the hallways in various garbs. Though usually Dorcas likes to wear skirts and light, flowing dresses she will give up the girlish attire on days where her house has games. On said days she prefers to be comfortable, so you will most likely find her in a pair of low-slung jeans and a simple tank top.


i realized you love yourself more than you can ever love me


likes;
    1. winter | snow
    2. Getting too close to dangerous animals
    3. Traveling
    4. Quidditch | enjoys being a spectator more than playing
    5. Painting
    6. Photography
    7. Journalism
    8. Being one of the guys on occasion
    9. Cold showers in summer
    10. Carving random things into walls | desks | people's skin | her own skin
    11. Cooking
    12. The night sky
    13. Boys who smell good
    14. Shiny things
    15. Hugs that take your breath away
    16. Random biting
    17. Piercing | tattoos (but mostly on other people's bodies)
    18. Food; particularly the eating of
    19. Revolutionary music
    20. The Beatles | The Explorers | The Searchers | Cream
dislikes;
    1. people who invest in too many flowery words
    2. Wet willies, particularly being on the receiving end
    3. Swirlies, again being on the receiving end
    4. Super-psychotic fan girls (semi-normal ones are exempt)
    5. High and mighty self-contained whores
    6. Feet.
    7. People touching her feet.
    8. Imitation cheese
    9. Humidity
    10. Her hair after being exposed to humidity
    11. the fact the letter q can't be used without a u
strenghts;
    Charms
    COMC
    Reading her friends emotions
    Being friendly to new people
    Knowing when to be silent
    Making others happy
    Potions
    Loyal
    Flying
    Very intelligent
weaknesses;
    Fear of babies
    Potions
    Transfiguration
    Divination
    History of Magic
    Talking to males
    Too trusting
    Drinks too much
    Acts harshly towards those who aren't on her side
fears;
    having her heart broken
    not being loved
    not making a difference
    hurting someone
    being btrayed
habits;
    Daydreams too often
    Has a hard time sitting still
    Can easily become irritated
    Bites her lips when her temper is flaring up
    Widens her eyes in fear of new born babies[they seriously creep her out since she had a dream about a killer baby named Clementine]
quirks;
    when someone has bad grammar
    when someone boasts about their intelligence when they really aren't that smart
    when someone doesn't listen to her
    when someone complains
    when a girl screams at the tiniest insect
life goals;
    get married
    have children
    get Clementine out of her head
    rescue endangered creatures
patronus;
    Serval
mirror of esrid;
    Her parents next to her, a husband, three kids, and a creature sanctuary in the background. Dorcas is in the very front smiling with a kitten in her arms.
boggart;
    Dying
amortentia;
    jasmine
    peppermint
    smoke
dementor;
    "my worst memory takes place when I was around seven. I had just met a wonderful boy, who was sweet and agreed with me on everything. He even knew how much I cared for animals We had become very close, so one day I got introduced to his friends. They were rude, annoying apathetic and just plain stupid. I hated them. After I had gone home his friends dared him to invite me back the next day, and injure a stray animal infront of me. The next time I came around my close friend had a cat in his hands, as I began to ask where he had found the cat, my friend plunged a large sharp stick deep into the cats chest. I instantly started to cry hysterically and I grabbed the cat and ran home. The cat had been mine, and he had gotten lost earlier that day. I still have nightmares."
overall;
    Romantic- There is a part of Dorcas that is a true romantic. The child harbors her dreams and visions of a future that will not be swayed. There is hope still that she will find a decent and intelligent man, though she does not expect to find anything even remotely resembling such in such a world as hers. Here she recognizes that there are too many girls willing to jump in to the sack with anybody for a decent girl to have a chance and she tends to treat many young men with disdain, knowing that they have slept with their fair share of women. It may be a slight bit hypocritical of the young woman to judge so quickly, as she herself has been wooed in to the arms of a young man more than once. As hopeful and imaginative as she is it would not be entirely difficult, once one knew the woman well enough, to say exactly the right things of love and futures and thus encourage her to spend an evening together. She does not feel completely horrible about her other indiscretions. But she still imagines the day where she will find a man who appreciates a woman with a brain and not just a body, a woman who can carry on a conversation and can enjoy a good bottle of wine and an evening of dancing.

    Somewhat Intelligent- Dorcas is extremely intelligent and dedicated to her work. Work comes before everything else, well, almost. Unfortunately she has a tendency to be lost to her own impressive imagination and thus allow too much time to slip away before delving in to her order assignments. Organization is surprisingly one of her strong points.

    Strong-willed If any of her beliefs are questioned Dorcas will quickly jump to the defense and protect her beliefs to the death, unless she finds the debate to be going nowhere. A keen mind such as hers needs to be challenged, yet it is a rare thing for her not to find anybody even remotely on the same level. You will never hear the young Meadows girl indulging in typical muggle or half-blood bashing, especially since many of her friends are half-bloods, something her parents have never really appreciated. Unlike nearly everybody else in the school she does not discriminate against. Likely this has something to do with the fact that her grandmother followed the same beliefs.

    To sum up Dorcas ; one could call her an artistic soul and a spark in her heart. They always said that Dorcas should have been in Ravenclaw, but many compare her upbeat attitude and manic obsession with dancing and poetry to a free spirited Hufflepuff. However many Gryffindor characteristics shine through on the surface. Dorcas is known to be a spitfire as all the Gryffindor ladies but at the same time she is known to walk this earth unconcerned; having the world on her shoulders as if nothing matters anymore. Many call her a hypocrite and to be just sometimes Dorcas is. Dorcas however, is a person that if befriended she won’t abandon you even if there’s gossip about you or such thing like that. She hates the gossip that goes around, for it has ruined friends, breaks the bonds of love and all that mush and well, she doesn’t want to land in that kind of black hole. .

    Despite the protective shield that she’s laid on herself, Dorcas is known to let free of everything and just dance it all away. This is were the creative spark steps in for, she is truly one driven by her such called ‘vision’. Many kids these days wanted to be dancers or singers and I’m not saying that she never wanted to be one, it’s just those days of ‘I want to be a singer’ are over. And now, the young witch of twenty aspires to be a Auror, a hobby or rather a career in making or so her ambitious parents think. fighting has influenced the girl for sure, teaching her elegance, grace and the importance of being simple and it has also widened her horizons on the world and such.


    Loyalty? What is Dorcas without loyalty? Yes, Dorcas is a loyal being to her friends. She does not drop them in a split second, the girl values friendship more than you think. Friends are the greatest gift she’s been given in her life. Dorcas is one of those girls that has friends attached or glued to her hips. Dorcas loves to talk and be like a social butterfly. But like stated before the mouth has known to get her in trouble but she doesn’t mind. The girl usually doesn’t think of the consequences but doesn’t complain if she gets a slap on the wrist. It’s just some petty thing to get her in trouble in the first place, that's where her anger comes in. That’s why she sometimes mediates, because her temper can get out of hand and she has to calm herself and become collected again. Now, listening to music improves her patience and her nerves but of course; she’s only twenty. Mood swings are known to control and Dorcas is a perfect victim. In fact, she will blame it on her mood swings and hormones. But it’s not like everyone buys that excuse, actually.


so go and tell your friends that im obsessive and crazy thats fine I'll tell my you're gay


family;
    Yerman & Penelpoe,
family pets;
    A black and white cat named Selene, and small Horned owl named Luna
history;
    Now if you’re looking for some long tale of love and then betrayal in the Meadows family or let’s say, a father that has an alcoholic problem and beats his wife and daughter, then look again. The Meadows family is one of the most normal families out there. They argue, gone through the common stages of life, laugh, and cry, doing the other numerous things that families seem to do nowadays. Maybe Hes is lucky to have such an ordinary lifestyle or maybe teenagers boast about their childhoods because they like it. Apparently bad childhoods are popular. If that’s what you want from Dorcas, her to tell you that her life has been seventeen years in hell then go and quiver in disappoint. In Hes’ view, life has been grand for her and something that she will treasure.

    Enter the two parents of the girl, Penelope Meadows(mother)(nee temelle)
    and Yerman Meadows(father) . In this case, Penny was a witch who eighteen years ago struggling to be a known journalist and Yerman was the wizard, working as a Ministry Official. They usually joke it was fate that brought them to a local muggle pub, both tired with what they had and willing to drink it away. But as the tricky game so called fate works, Yerman offered Penny a drink and that’s how it started. However, listen to your parents because meeting in your supposedly soul mate in a bar isn’t the brightest idea. But however for this couple, it worked and they are happily married for seventeen years. Like all couples go, a certain love interest sparked in their hearts and they started to date. Yerman decided not to tell the blonde about him being a wizard until it would get serious.(not knowing she was a witch) You didn’t want to tell every girlfriend you had about you being a supposedly supernaturalistic person from those stories. But when it did get serious, Yerman told his back then fiancée. Penny didn’t actually freak out, the woman told Yerman she was a witch. So marriage and happiness was cradled into one without any doubts.

    After about a year, Penny announced to friends and family that she was indeed pregnant with a child. Grandparents cried, and the parents got their blessings. A few months before the birth, the two would argue about names. It was Serafina for a time and then Arabell for another. But finally they seemed to agree on Dorcas, . The couple liked the meaning of it as well, they thought it would be perfect for that little toddler they would soon have. And Dorcas, Meadows came screaming and crying like all babies on Febuary 13th of 1958 at a local London Hospital. Friends and family cooed at this bundle of joy that was blessed with Yerman’s brown hair, that back then little mane of hair was too cute and those innocent aquamarine eyes of Penny. But from the beginning, they tried their best not to spoil her. They were realistic when it came to raising the child and wanted their little daughter to understand that world wasn’t easy. Personally, they taught that lesson well. Hes understands that concept fully.

    Life was normal at the beginning, Dorcas, slowly grew into a small girl with blonde pigtails bouncing and wide brown eyes. You’d usually see her grabbing her mother’s hand down the streets and cooing at those assorted sets of things in the window displays. She was pretty good at school and was bubbly when around people. While some children should cower and hide, clinging to their parents’ legs, Hes didn’t. They would have problems to actually find her. As for the family’s money status, things were looking up. Penny had been promoted and marked as a new young aspiring talent with stringing words whilst Yerman had been promoted as well as a rank higher. Money was coming in, most definitely. Somewhere being eight, Dorcas, showed her first sign of magic, leaving her school in a bit of a worry. But Yerman was proud of his daughter and he couldn’t conceal the fact that he was very much happy that his girl wasn’t a squib. That night, he told about the magic society and like all children, Hes was very much excited to go to this castle.

    Years passed, events happened and then that letter came. It woke up the house in fright with those shrill screams of joy of ‘YESS! I’m going! Oh, wake up you, sods!’ She did get punished for that behavior, but who in the right mind could blame her? She was going! The girl wanted to make her proud. Diagon Alley was looked at with wide eyes and Meadows found herself in that dizzy enchantment of wonder once more. Getting her things and tasting some magical candy, Hes found herself counting down the days to Hogwarts. Once the day finally came, Hes got the uneasiness of leaving home. Homesick. Despite all tears and screams, Hes was pushed literally into the train’s compartments and was forced to go find a compartment. Lucky for her, some nice seventh year showed her the way and she was stuffed into a compartment of people that ended being in her house. By the end of the day, Hes discovered that she belonged in Ravenclawand counted her new friends. Suddenly, the castle seemed more of home than anything else.

    Hogwarts claimed a lot of memories. Friendship, hardship, love and woe. Hes wished that she could stay there forever. She couldn’t but after discovering that she had six more years of education in that enchanted castle, it gave her a small smile to her lips. Seven years didn't take long, she gained more friends after school, got engaged until she had found he was sleeping with her friend, fought some good fights, broke a few laws, and now she's ready for anything and everything. She's afraid of the real world, afraid all she worked for would be gone in a flash, and most importantly, she's afraid for her friends and loved ones. She doesn't want anything to happen to them, so now she'll always be on guard and will be prepared for the worst.


by the way I hate that stupid old pickup truck,


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  It wasn’t exactly unusual to see the young Flynn girl strolling the grounds of Hogwarts; in fact, it was quite common. The young woman was almost a sight you would expect if you were to step foot outside, whether the sun was shining or the very heavens were rending apart. Today, for example, wasn’t exactly the nicest day for strolling, but Aimee, it seemed, disagreed. As soon as she was able to find a free moment she had grabbed a sweater to throw over her typical tee shirt and skirt and practically skipped outside. Though she found a great beauty in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts she rather appreciated being outdoors, more so than having to stay inside all the time. While it wasn’t exactly possible to spend every waking moment breathing in the fresh air of the grounds she did find a great deal of time to enjoy it, such as now for example.

It was a Friday afternoon and classes had just let out for the day, thus allotting Aimee some spare time before dinner. While she was never truly hungry she did force herself to eat at least a few bites at every meal, knowing full well that her friends would hound her if she did not. There was no denying the fact that Miss Flynn was on the small side and she could not really stand to lose any more weight, but nor was she able to gain any. Due to a naturally fast metabolism and her own personal preferences when it came to eating, she simply hovered around the same size all of the time. Aimee was more than aware of the fact that several of her friends were jealous of her ability to keep the weight at bay, though she never dwelled much on this. It was not as though she was in any danger of losing said friends, and if they did choose to stay away simply because of her small stature, well, they weren’t very good friends in the first place, were they?

Aimee had wasted little time in escaping her final class, heading upstairs almost immediately to change from school clothes. She had always been extremely grateful of the fact that it was not required to wear her "uniform" outside of her daily schedule as she was one of those who enjoyed expressing herself and her moods through her clothing. Most often her attire consisted of a skirt or dress of some sort, such as today’s chosen outfit. Her skirt was long and dark blue, reaching nearly to her ankles and flowing in a pleasing manner. Aimee had chosen a simple white tee shirt to pair with it and then combined this with a matching navy sweater. The young woman had a habit of dressing in very feminine clothing and her appearance often seemed contradictory to her sarcastic personality. With a sigh of relief Aimee released her long locks from the clip they had been held in, brushing her fingers through her hair and then leaving her her dorm without bothering to peek in the mirror. Though her hair maintained a rather mussed appearance it suited her, the soft waves framing her face and enhancing her natural beauty.

In mere minutes she was outside, pausing for a second at the large doors and stealing a look at the sky. It was overcast and rather dreary, but this did nothing to deter the young girl. She had always much loved the rain and took a deep breath, reveling in the humid scent that filled the air, promising of a change in weather to come. If anything Aimee looked forward to the impending rain, it did not worry her that she may become soaked through. It wasn't like she could exactly freeze to death, or anything. Without another second of hesitation she was crossing the grounds, heading towards a much beloved place, as typical as it may be. With a keen admiration of nature and it’s beauty Aimee had become fond of the lake, especially when it rained. The sound of the water dropping in to the massive pool was both calming and relaxing, and there was a touch of eagerness in her stride as she skipped forward. Aimee hardly noticed that most of the other students who had already been outdoors were heading in, not seeming to care that it seemed she would soon be the only one left outside at all. There was no hesitation in her step and only a smile to greet those who she passed by, no matter how queerly they looked at her.

Approaching one of her most favored spots, a towering willow tree whose branches trailed lightly over the water’s surface, Aimee’s smile appeared to only grow. This willow was no where near as ominous as the one that stood closer to the school’s towering walls and Miss Flynn wasted no time in slipping through the waving branches and sliding down against the rough bark of the tree. Adjusting her skirt beneath her she stretched long legs out before her, resting her gaze on the lake which was no more than a couple of feet from the tips of her toes. Apparently she was unconcerned with any rumors surrounding said lake and seeing as how she had not yet been disturbed (and she had made many visits to this very place) she thought they were all rather silly. And so it was there that she would be found, were she to be found at all. As it were she didn’t really expect anybody to interrupt her daydreaming -- the grounds were rather deserted, after all

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