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JACKLYN OLIVIA WOOD
'cause they're all different names for the same thing

This Won't Be The Last You'll Hear From Me
it's just the start

Name/Alias: tummy
Age: fourteen
Contact Info: PM (:
Timezone: pacific.

And Soon Everybody Will Ask What Became Of You
and your heart was dying fast

Full Name: Jacklyn Olivia Wood.
Nickname(s): Jack. Not Jackie. Not Lyn. Just Jack.
Birthday: August Twelfth, two thousand and four.
Age: seventeen.
House: gryffindor.
Blood: half, though both her parents have magical blood.
Race: human (witch)
Loyalty: order
Sexuality: Heterosexual, though she's open to experimentation.
Occupation: adults only
Pet(s): A barn owl named Richard Loeb after then 1920s criminal mastermind.
Wand: eleven and three quarter inches, cherry wood, pheonix feather core.
Canon/Original: canon.

I Want To Live Where Soul Meets Body
and let the sun wrap its arms around me

Likes:

running
trees (climbing them, specifically)
cameras (though she's horrible at taking pictures, and doesn't exactly have the patience for it, either.)
hats and caps
converse hightops = love
reading
quidditch
socializing
sweets
bathing (totally weird, but the warm water makes her feel great.)
rain and snow

Dislikes:

too-bright sunshine
fancy clothing
wind
insects
most vegetables (with the exceptions of celery and cucumbers)
ideals
ignorance
discomfort
drama

Strengths:

speaking in front of crowds, keeping her head in stressful situations, mean left hook.

Weaknesses:

making friends, making decisions, saying goodbye.

Quirks:

narrows nostrils instead of flaring them when angry, runs hand through hair often, makes humming sounds when falling asleep.

Chickadee: Both Jack and Chickadees harbor a refusal to give up, and a strong instinct for survival.
Falling: Jack's never fallen off her broomstick before - ever. Needless to say, most of her nightmares are screens of her doing just that.
Love Potion:

fresh-baked bread, dust, coffee

To Be Airborne: Assuming that she'd be looking through the Mirror of the Erised with her feet on the ground, Jack would wish they weren't. She's far more graceful in the air, and feels more like herself.
Personality:

DETERMINED "Jack definitely isn't one to give up when the going gets tough. When she joins a cause, it's unlikely that she give up on it, unless it's proven to her that it isn't a noble one - and it's really difficult to convince Jack of everything, so once she's on your side, you're pretty much guaranteed a buddy for life."

HARDWORKING "I think that's pretty self-explanatory. Jack isn't scared to roll up her sleeves, or put a little elbow grease into something. She thinks that what you get out of something is connected directly to how much you put into it, and when something is important to her, she puts a whole lot of work into it."

DARING "Let's put it this way: hanging out with Jack isn't for the faint of heart. She certainly isn't one to hold back. She particularly enjoys playing dare games, but it needs to be with a specific group of people, because she'll get bored with anybody who thinks asking her to walk into the forbidden forest is going to get her to quit. Maybe, if they ask her to spend the night there she'll have met her match."

LOGICAL "Jack has a very logical approach to even the absurdest of notions - she does think of several absurd notions. Someone might ask her how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll cener of a tootsie pop, and instead of giving them a guess, she'll get a few people who love lolipops to help her conduct a study."

STUBBORN "Once her mind is made up, it's unlikely that she'll change it. She takes many things into consideration before making decisions, and weighs millions of different outcomes, so it's pretty difficult to stump her when you're having a battle of the egos. It goes without saying that she'll defend her opinion vehemently any time it is questioned."

We Looked Like Giants
in the back of my grey sub-compact

Hair Color/Style: Chestnut brown and straight as a pin, Jack's hair is often short, and cut often. The longest it's been in years has been at the point that it's just brushing her shoulders. Short is just so much easier, what with quidditch.
Eye color: Her eyes are small and unspectacular, from the dull brown irises to the short black lashes that surround them.
Skin Tone: Olive-tinged, but far from dark, Jack's skin is oilier than she would like, often shiny, and spotted with moles here and there.
Body Type: She's built like a little boy. Thin all over, with wiry muscles apparent under her skin, she stands at five feet and three inches.
Reference Model: Natalie Portman
Distinguishing Features: Her short hair would be one, since few girls wear it that way, along with her wide, thin lips.

And Every Day Dissolves And There's No Hope
of ever leaving this temporary life

Parents: Oliver Wood and Katie Bell
Siblings: Brother (sixteen, gryffindor)
Other Family: n/a
Hometown: Scotland
History: Despite both her parents' fruitful careers as quidditch players, Jack thinks her life to have been quite uneventful - uninteresting, even. She was born during the climax of summer, one of the hottest weeks of the year, and followed promptly by a brother only a year her junior. She and her brother received equal amounts of attention, but always in different areas - he was their son, the one who would carry on the legacy, whereas Jack was their daughter, their little princess, and spoiled accordingly. The role of princess didn't suit her well. Her hair was always tangling, and she was always tripping over her feet. Thankfully, her parents seemed to take it in stride that their daughter wouldn't be content to play with dolls and wear dresses - her mother had been much the same, after all.

So in the trash went her dolls (though she kept the stuffed animals, and the dresses, too, on her mother's insistence). Jack was given her first toy broomstick when she was four years old, and seemed to be far more at ease in the air than she'd ever been on the ground. Soon the toy grew too weak to lift her off the floor, and until her parents thought she could handle using one of their brooms unsupervised, she spent quite a lot of time in trees. Initially she found them difficult to cilmb, but within a few months it came as easily to her as going up a flight of stairs.

Jack was fairly close with her brother. They were close in age, and shared quite a few interests, so they were often lumped together during extended family occasions, or when watching their parents' quidditch matches. Though they had separate rooms at home, they spent quite a lot of time with their grandparents due to their parents' work schedules, and there they shared a room. It led to them knowing each other very well, and though they were never the best of friends, they were generally tolerant of each other.

Her first year at Hogwarts was, perhaps, the longest amount of time she'd spent away from her brother since his birth. In all honesty, she didn't mind. If anything, it meant she was far more patient with him when she visited for the winter holidays. At Hogwarts, she carved a little niche for herself, with a small group of friends, and by her second year, the quidditch team. She was small and quick, and always able to hold on tightly to her broomstick, which made her an ideal candidate for the position - she was also a reserve chaser, though she rarely ever had to substitute. She's been the captain of the Gryffindor team since her fourth year, and due to some series of uncanny circumstances, the team has never won a quidditch cup while she's been captain (just like her father, ironically.) This year, she's determined to win all. And, okay, maybe she'll devote a few hours to studying for her N.E.W.T.s.

We’re Not The Same Dear, As We Used To Be
the seasons have changed and so have we

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