Post by Aidan O'Banion on Dec 15, 2012 3:38:38 GMT -5
Catriona A. Lamont,
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] NAME Catriona Amalie Lamont NICKNAMES Cat AGE Twenty-One BIRTHDATE 16 of April 2002 BLOOD STATUS half-bood OCCUPATION Arts professional: actress FACE CLAIM Malese Jow |
CHARACTER info,
[atrb=vAlign,top]'Lo there. So I guess this means I have to tell you everything about myself, doesn't it? I hate these, I do. I know everyone says that for their own reasons, but they are good ones at that! One, I don't just go around telling everyone every detail about my self. And two, well, it's weird talking about it. But alright, here we go. Please buckle your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
Well, lets start with my name, shall we? My name is Catriona Amalie Lamont. Most of my friends and family just call me Cat for short, but I've always liked my full name. Catriona. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I was born in the Scottish Highlands which happens to be not far from Hogwarts itself. Except, we were a good twenty miles from town, out in the middle of nowhere. I was born April 16, 2002 to both Douglas and Ruby Lamont. They had one daughter before I was born, Iseabail, who I've shared some...experiences with. We've never had much growing up as both my parents jobs never paid more than getting food on the table. Dad owned a mail order Potions shop and mum...Well, she never tore herself away from her clay statues from what I remember. She engulfed herself with the arts.
Mum suffered from depression as long as I can remember. Ish (my sister) told me once, after I dragged it out of her, that she cried for months after I was born and dad had to take care of two girls under the age of three on his own. I know depression does things to a person, but I've never fully understood why she couldn't look at me without bursting into tears. It never made sense. From what I think, I was pretty healthy and adorable (from the photos of course). There weren't too many baby pictures for me to look at, but from what I saw I was pretty damn adorable. She wouldn't even let dads family, who lived so close, into the home because...Well I don't know why, but it made it that much harder on me dad. And when he tried to make her see reason and go get help for her depression, she just wouldn't. However, mum wasn't the only one fighting an inner battle. Dad was battling himself for years, only I was too young to realize and understand at the time. The whole time he was with mum, he was battling his sexuality. Was he straight? Was he gay? The more and more he thought, the more and more he realized he was leaning more toward the gay side. And this is where the real story begins.
Ish was always...much older than I ever was, one could be certain maturity wise...Where as meself, I tried and still try my best to stay on the sunny side you will. But it was hard. When I was three our mother kidnapped us away from dad for a year. I wish I could say I was way to young to remember it, but I'm not. I try not t let it show and sometimes I act like I have no idea what had happened because, it's not something I like to think about. We spent our days traviling from cheap motel to cheap motel all around Europe. At first, I didn't know what was going on. I thought it was just a family vacation, that we had finally gotten some money to spend on something so nice. I was only three alright? And at that age motels meant vacation and I had never been on one before. But I don't think Ish was ever fooled for any period of time and I started to realize it.
After we were in some cheap motel France, it hit me. It had been a month since we left home and I wanted to go home. I missed dad I didn't understand why mum was doing this. I woke up after a nightmare, sleeping in the same bed as Ish that night who didn't wake up after I jolted awake with a loud gasp. (There's a reason I remember this in detail.) Mum was awake and I crawled into bed with her. It was a very...run down motel I remember that. If I had been a bit older I would have been terrified to even touch the bed much less sleep in it. But I remember snuggling up next to her and asking when we could go home and see dad. She told me to go back in bed with Ish and that we weren't going home. That's when I knew everything had gone wrong and I laid in bed, clutching my tired looking teddy bear, and let a few tears out when I knew both of them had gone back to sleep. As the days turned into months, all I could do was hang on to Isha, praying for it to be over. I hardly ever left my sisters side.
After a year though, we were given back to our father. Dad hired some ministry workers that tracked us for over a year and they found us underfed and terrified. I hung on to Isha the entire time until I was sure that was my father in front of us. Then I put that usual smile on my face and ran into his arms, as weak as I was. I wouldn't have to be with mum. The worst was over. Dad had gotten a boyfriend named Jonathan. Turns out dad really was more toward the gay side. I put on the same smile and got through the day with witty comments and jokes and I actually believed the worst was over. Merlin, was I an idiot. I liked Jonathan well enough, honestly. It didn't phase me much at first that he was a guy mainly because he showed me more love than mum ever did. He took care of us and loved him for that. It was like I was his daughter all along.
He and my dad adopted a son that they named Finlay when I was five years old. I like him when he couldn't talked, lets put it like that. He was cute when he was baby. Okay, maybe I loved him a bit more than that as a kid. I do remember some comments when I first started school about my dad, Jonathan, and my baby brother. But I failed to see how it was any of their concern in the first place and eventually hardly listened to the comments at all. Though there was one girl on the playground who repeated something her mum said about "two men raising kids is not right" and I politely kicked her in the shin with a big smile on me face. The school called my dad about it though I still fail to see the problem. She made fun of my family. She's lucky I didn't think of punching her in the face when I was five. This all happened around the time dad told us about the wizarding world, mind you, and about the time I started to learn my powers. Meaning, the next day when another kid in my class decided to make fun of me, the shovel in the sandbox repeatedly beat him upside the head. I quite liked all the magic business.
Years went by. I loved my family, but I remained closest with my sister still. Resentment always built inside me for our mother who had taken us away from a life with my dad, who I couldn't imagine life without at that time. I hated her for taking me away from him and Jonathan. Iseabail had gone off to Hogwarts and I can't say I didn't cry a little when she left. We had been through so much and she left to start school. I'm pretty sure it was me who Finlay laughed at when the tears started rolling and I kicked him hard on the ankle. Both dad and Jonathan turned to scold me almost the second he let out the ow. But could you blame me for smiling innocently at them as if I hadn't done a thing? That he was just putting up a show? I was so adorable. Even then I was a good actress.
When it was my turn to go to Hogwarts, though I was miserable I had to leave dad and Jonathan, and yes I guess Finlay too. But I would have my sister there. Between me and my sister, today I can even say I was a bit more sunshine, butterflies, and devil horns. I wasn't the most innocent of kids even at age eleven, even though I acted like I was, and very mischievous. So when I placed the hat on my head, looking over to see Isha watching me curiously from the Slytherin table, it took but two seconds for the hat to scream Gryffindor. A bit in shock, but pleased, I sat the hat down and joined the cheering table. I was honestly thinking I would be in Slytherin with my sister. But I just teased her about how we are supposed to be house rivals most of the time. I guess it wasn't a shocker to my family as much as it was to me when I announced my house, though. It wasn't hard for me to realize how well I fit in with the other Gryffindors almost right away.
Yet, my second year hit me like a nuclear bomb. It was toward the end after my birthday did it happen. Dad had a stroke and...died in the hospital. God, I don't want to talk about this...But it was like someone took my heart out of my chest and stomped on it hundreds of times. Just like that, my life fell apart. I thought the worst was over when mum was never heard from again. We went home from the funeral and I don't think I smiled once. So it was just Isha, Jonathan, Finlay, and me. Well, until Child Protective Services stuck in their oversized noses and said Jonathan had no legal right to be our guardian and put us in foster homes. As if we hadn't been through enough! My mother kidnapped me, me dad just died and you take me away from the only guardian beside my dad who made me feel safe and loved? It took two years. Two bloody years for Jonathan to fight. I was fifteen the time he actually won and Isha was seventeen, old enough to do as she pleased. Needless to say I wasn't the same old Cat during that time.
Isha pushed through, I made it worse. I went through a more rebellious stage, I guess. And when I was in the homes (at least) I didn't regret it. They had no right to us, Jonathan did. I guess the family was nice enough, but they weren't my family. We still went to Hogwarts during the school years though my grades slipped considerably, despite the support the professors offered us. I discovered alcohol at age thirteen. This is where my bad years began. I smart-mouthed all the professors and drank my weight when I was given a bottle or two (which wasn't as much as I would have liked). My attendance in class dropped and merlin I was filled with so much rage. Yeah, sure, I talked to Jonathan during that time away and I remained pretty close to Isha. The only thing that helped me with all the drinks I consumed at such a young age were all the detentions I had pilled up for two years. It wasn't exactly Cat gone crazy, but it was Cat gone wild. I had a few...flings when I was younger. And while Isha had her first boyfriend at fourteen, I lost my virginity right before I turned fifteen when I was drunk. It was during some party and the kissing just sort of...evolved?
When Isha turned seventeen she went right home to Jonathan and Finlay. I had to stay in foster care. I didn't come out of my room for two days when she left. I snuck out the window to go to a pub with a few of the muggles then climbed right back in. All I wanted to do was punch the agent in the face for leaving me there. I remember crying myself to sleep those two nights when I would sneak back in drunk with no idea how I got into my room in the first place. I came out to eat, but I didn't talk to the family. Not long after Isha left me alone did Jonathan win me back, however. I pretty much launched myself back in his arms, thanking Merlin something finally went my way. I'd even missed the little bugger Finlay with all my heart and smothered him with kisses.
With my family back, I calmed down. Sure I still drank, but it wasn't to get drunk anymore. It wasn't to forget. I was just being a normal teenager for once. I had my family back. I began to balance out. When I left Hogwarts, I tried the job I thought I was good at from the beginning: acting. I did and do plays here and there but I hope for something bigger. In the meantime, I work little jobs to pay rent and keep me fed, though I usually go home for food with Jonathan if I can spare the time. Mum sent me a letter last year. First time I've heard from the bitch since I was three after she had kidnapped us. I ripped it up and burned it, didn't even bother to read it.
And that's my story.
Well, lets start with my name, shall we? My name is Catriona Amalie Lamont. Most of my friends and family just call me Cat for short, but I've always liked my full name. Catriona. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I was born in the Scottish Highlands which happens to be not far from Hogwarts itself. Except, we were a good twenty miles from town, out in the middle of nowhere. I was born April 16, 2002 to both Douglas and Ruby Lamont. They had one daughter before I was born, Iseabail, who I've shared some...experiences with. We've never had much growing up as both my parents jobs never paid more than getting food on the table. Dad owned a mail order Potions shop and mum...Well, she never tore herself away from her clay statues from what I remember. She engulfed herself with the arts.
Mum suffered from depression as long as I can remember. Ish (my sister) told me once, after I dragged it out of her, that she cried for months after I was born and dad had to take care of two girls under the age of three on his own. I know depression does things to a person, but I've never fully understood why she couldn't look at me without bursting into tears. It never made sense. From what I think, I was pretty healthy and adorable (from the photos of course). There weren't too many baby pictures for me to look at, but from what I saw I was pretty damn adorable. She wouldn't even let dads family, who lived so close, into the home because...Well I don't know why, but it made it that much harder on me dad. And when he tried to make her see reason and go get help for her depression, she just wouldn't. However, mum wasn't the only one fighting an inner battle. Dad was battling himself for years, only I was too young to realize and understand at the time. The whole time he was with mum, he was battling his sexuality. Was he straight? Was he gay? The more and more he thought, the more and more he realized he was leaning more toward the gay side. And this is where the real story begins.
Ish was always...much older than I ever was, one could be certain maturity wise...Where as meself, I tried and still try my best to stay on the sunny side you will. But it was hard. When I was three our mother kidnapped us away from dad for a year. I wish I could say I was way to young to remember it, but I'm not. I try not t let it show and sometimes I act like I have no idea what had happened because, it's not something I like to think about. We spent our days traviling from cheap motel to cheap motel all around Europe. At first, I didn't know what was going on. I thought it was just a family vacation, that we had finally gotten some money to spend on something so nice. I was only three alright? And at that age motels meant vacation and I had never been on one before. But I don't think Ish was ever fooled for any period of time and I started to realize it.
After we were in some cheap motel France, it hit me. It had been a month since we left home and I wanted to go home. I missed dad I didn't understand why mum was doing this. I woke up after a nightmare, sleeping in the same bed as Ish that night who didn't wake up after I jolted awake with a loud gasp. (There's a reason I remember this in detail.) Mum was awake and I crawled into bed with her. It was a very...run down motel I remember that. If I had been a bit older I would have been terrified to even touch the bed much less sleep in it. But I remember snuggling up next to her and asking when we could go home and see dad. She told me to go back in bed with Ish and that we weren't going home. That's when I knew everything had gone wrong and I laid in bed, clutching my tired looking teddy bear, and let a few tears out when I knew both of them had gone back to sleep. As the days turned into months, all I could do was hang on to Isha, praying for it to be over. I hardly ever left my sisters side.
After a year though, we were given back to our father. Dad hired some ministry workers that tracked us for over a year and they found us underfed and terrified. I hung on to Isha the entire time until I was sure that was my father in front of us. Then I put that usual smile on my face and ran into his arms, as weak as I was. I wouldn't have to be with mum. The worst was over. Dad had gotten a boyfriend named Jonathan. Turns out dad really was more toward the gay side. I put on the same smile and got through the day with witty comments and jokes and I actually believed the worst was over. Merlin, was I an idiot. I liked Jonathan well enough, honestly. It didn't phase me much at first that he was a guy mainly because he showed me more love than mum ever did. He took care of us and loved him for that. It was like I was his daughter all along.
He and my dad adopted a son that they named Finlay when I was five years old. I like him when he couldn't talked, lets put it like that. He was cute when he was baby. Okay, maybe I loved him a bit more than that as a kid. I do remember some comments when I first started school about my dad, Jonathan, and my baby brother. But I failed to see how it was any of their concern in the first place and eventually hardly listened to the comments at all. Though there was one girl on the playground who repeated something her mum said about "two men raising kids is not right" and I politely kicked her in the shin with a big smile on me face. The school called my dad about it though I still fail to see the problem. She made fun of my family. She's lucky I didn't think of punching her in the face when I was five. This all happened around the time dad told us about the wizarding world, mind you, and about the time I started to learn my powers. Meaning, the next day when another kid in my class decided to make fun of me, the shovel in the sandbox repeatedly beat him upside the head. I quite liked all the magic business.
Years went by. I loved my family, but I remained closest with my sister still. Resentment always built inside me for our mother who had taken us away from a life with my dad, who I couldn't imagine life without at that time. I hated her for taking me away from him and Jonathan. Iseabail had gone off to Hogwarts and I can't say I didn't cry a little when she left. We had been through so much and she left to start school. I'm pretty sure it was me who Finlay laughed at when the tears started rolling and I kicked him hard on the ankle. Both dad and Jonathan turned to scold me almost the second he let out the ow. But could you blame me for smiling innocently at them as if I hadn't done a thing? That he was just putting up a show? I was so adorable. Even then I was a good actress.
When it was my turn to go to Hogwarts, though I was miserable I had to leave dad and Jonathan, and yes I guess Finlay too. But I would have my sister there. Between me and my sister, today I can even say I was a bit more sunshine, butterflies, and devil horns. I wasn't the most innocent of kids even at age eleven, even though I acted like I was, and very mischievous. So when I placed the hat on my head, looking over to see Isha watching me curiously from the Slytherin table, it took but two seconds for the hat to scream Gryffindor. A bit in shock, but pleased, I sat the hat down and joined the cheering table. I was honestly thinking I would be in Slytherin with my sister. But I just teased her about how we are supposed to be house rivals most of the time. I guess it wasn't a shocker to my family as much as it was to me when I announced my house, though. It wasn't hard for me to realize how well I fit in with the other Gryffindors almost right away.
Yet, my second year hit me like a nuclear bomb. It was toward the end after my birthday did it happen. Dad had a stroke and...died in the hospital. God, I don't want to talk about this...But it was like someone took my heart out of my chest and stomped on it hundreds of times. Just like that, my life fell apart. I thought the worst was over when mum was never heard from again. We went home from the funeral and I don't think I smiled once. So it was just Isha, Jonathan, Finlay, and me. Well, until Child Protective Services stuck in their oversized noses and said Jonathan had no legal right to be our guardian and put us in foster homes. As if we hadn't been through enough! My mother kidnapped me, me dad just died and you take me away from the only guardian beside my dad who made me feel safe and loved? It took two years. Two bloody years for Jonathan to fight. I was fifteen the time he actually won and Isha was seventeen, old enough to do as she pleased. Needless to say I wasn't the same old Cat during that time.
Isha pushed through, I made it worse. I went through a more rebellious stage, I guess. And when I was in the homes (at least) I didn't regret it. They had no right to us, Jonathan did. I guess the family was nice enough, but they weren't my family. We still went to Hogwarts during the school years though my grades slipped considerably, despite the support the professors offered us. I discovered alcohol at age thirteen. This is where my bad years began. I smart-mouthed all the professors and drank my weight when I was given a bottle or two (which wasn't as much as I would have liked). My attendance in class dropped and merlin I was filled with so much rage. Yeah, sure, I talked to Jonathan during that time away and I remained pretty close to Isha. The only thing that helped me with all the drinks I consumed at such a young age were all the detentions I had pilled up for two years. It wasn't exactly Cat gone crazy, but it was Cat gone wild. I had a few...flings when I was younger. And while Isha had her first boyfriend at fourteen, I lost my virginity right before I turned fifteen when I was drunk. It was during some party and the kissing just sort of...evolved?
When Isha turned seventeen she went right home to Jonathan and Finlay. I had to stay in foster care. I didn't come out of my room for two days when she left. I snuck out the window to go to a pub with a few of the muggles then climbed right back in. All I wanted to do was punch the agent in the face for leaving me there. I remember crying myself to sleep those two nights when I would sneak back in drunk with no idea how I got into my room in the first place. I came out to eat, but I didn't talk to the family. Not long after Isha left me alone did Jonathan win me back, however. I pretty much launched myself back in his arms, thanking Merlin something finally went my way. I'd even missed the little bugger Finlay with all my heart and smothered him with kisses.
With my family back, I calmed down. Sure I still drank, but it wasn't to get drunk anymore. It wasn't to forget. I was just being a normal teenager for once. I had my family back. I began to balance out. When I left Hogwarts, I tried the job I thought I was good at from the beginning: acting. I did and do plays here and there but I hope for something bigger. In the meantime, I work little jobs to pay rent and keep me fed, though I usually go home for food with Jonathan if I can spare the time. Mum sent me a letter last year. First time I've heard from the bitch since I was three after she had kidnapped us. I ripped it up and burned it, didn't even bother to read it.
And that's my story.
ROLEPLAYER info,
[atrb=vAlign,top]hey there, everyone! you can call me Bay. i'm 21 years young and i've been roleplaying for 8 or more years. in case you're wondering, my GMT is +5. pretty cool, yeah? oh, i almost forgot! i also play Aidan O'Banion, Bryson Towler, Piper Munroe, Anya Grigorveia, Teresa Byrd, and Victoire Weasley and, last but not least, i think it's best to make love not horocruxes. thanks for reading my app!
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