Elphaba Isabella Finnigan

[Elphaba Finnigan]

About You » T H E P U P P E T E E R

Alias: Bethy
Age: –shivers- Sixteen
Experience: A lot
Other Characters: None, and there won’t be.

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ELPHABA ISABELLA FINNIGAN

The Character » T H E P U P P E T

Canon or Non-Canon: Canon-ish
Characters Name: Elphaba Isabella Finnigan
Nickname: Elphie, Elf, Wow ( wicked witch of west )
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Blood: Pureblood
House: Hufflepuff
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Likes:
. the underground
. helping people
. pushing people away
. determination
. silence
. hard workers
. loyalty to a cause
. cars
. duels
. reading
. writing
. working
. her work in general
. muggle tv
. muggle movies
. muggle cars
. muggle music
. time keepers
. getting her hands dirty
. being slightly rude
. her friends
. wicked
. singing
. dancing
. studying
Dislikes:
. disloyalty
. laziness
. people that cut corners
. people that don’t pull their weight
. losing people she cares for
. failure
. being ‘mothered’
. death
. emotional pain
. selfishness
. love
. purebloods ( hates her own blood )
. people that hurt others
. unforgivable curses
. dementors
. pushers
. drugs
. drinking excessively
. other people being miserable
. people that doubt her
. obsessives
. hypocrites
. anorexics
. people hurting themselves
. people who degrade themselves
. pureblooded bigotry
. the dark arts
Weaknesses:
. her refusal to take advice
. the hours she works
. her hard-headiness
. her stubborn nature
. her pessimistic side
. emotional intelligence
. completely heartless / soul-less
. unable to show weakness
. can’t cry
. can’t forgive and forget people that hurt her
. doesn’t trust anyone
Strengths:
. potions
. singing
. playing instruments
. fixing cars
. quidditch
Fortune or Friends: Friends
Love or Power: Love
Strength or Intelligence: Intelligence
Courage or Fame: Courage
Rebellion or Atonement: Atonement

General Personality:
“When they call me a fireball, they’re not kidding…”

“My heart’s soft… Until you cook it…”

“Yeah I’m intelligent… What I’m not gonna lie?!”

“One moment of your life spent miserable is sixty seconds you can never get back.”

“I’d die for you…”

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Appearance » H A N G I N G B Y A T H R E A D

Celebrity Claim: Sophia Bush
Hair: Blackish Brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Build: Slight as a broom
Height: 4ft 11”
Clothing Style: Relaxed

General Appearance:
“I guess you want me to describe myself right? Head to toe? Cheek to cheek kind of stuff? Well ok but I’ll tell you now it’s not going to be very interesting. I’m not exactly… Stunning. In fact when seen from the wrong angle I could quite easily be called ugly. Want me to start from the top and just go down? Will that work for you? Well even if it doesn’t I’m going to do it anyway so don’t argue. But before I begin I shall tell you one more simple fact about how I look, I’ve finally decided you see. I’m normal. So if when you read this you are trying to build a picture just bare that in mind. I am one hundred percent normal and I’m happy like that.

“Ok well the first matter to address is the hair that sits upon my head. What can I say about my hair? It sits there and keeps my ears warm, and there’s a lot of it. It’s a really dark brown in colour and some people have called it black when they saw me in a strange light. This I get from my father, Seamus, in fact he is where I get most of my appearance traits to say the least, it’s almost as if I’m not my mother’s daughter at all, maybe that’s what makes me and dad so close, but oh sorry I’m being distracted aren’t I?! Sorry! I do that a lot… deter from the subject… Anyway back to my hair. Yeah so it’s hair! It can either be curly or straight, just depends on what I do with my wand in the morning, mostly I can’t be bothered and just leave it where and how it falls after I’ve ran a brush through it. It reaches to about there inches from my lower back and there’s a lot of it so I have to use like an entire bottle of shampoo and conditioner every time I wash it. I prefer to wash my hair the muggle way because I always think it looks better and is healthier for my hair.

“Moving down past my hair you are most likely to notice the rather massive forehead that follows. Yes you heard right… I have a big forehead! In fact I’m sure you could probably park a truck on it! If I could just shrink that stretch of skin to fit the rest of my body it’d be fine. I’m so small in frame and features and then you just get this humungous bit of skin just parked above my eyes and holding my eyebrows. It’s like… EWWWWWW! Because of this I shall move on and describe the things sitting underneath this blip on my face. These things are known as eyes and they help me not walk into walls, however if I don’t have my glasses on it is possible that I’ll do this anyway. No I’m totally kidding, my specs are only for reading! My orbs have often been compared to pit bogs because of their colour. They’re a really really dark brown that I’ve been told goes black when I’m pissed off, which isn’t often if I do say so myself. I’ve often been told that my eyes are my best feature because they reflect my personality just perfect, a shine, a twinkle, a sparkle, whatever you want to call it, emerges whenever I smile. I actually quite like my eyes, it’s a shame about the rest of me.

“Past yes you should on a normal human come across a nose, which is the same for me, though I often doubt that I’m actually human, if you saw me when you looked in a mirror you’d wonder as well! Maybe a goblin, or an ogre! Yeah that’s more like it… But my nose is where it’s expected to be so that’s ok for me I suppose. My nose is well… a nose. It helps me to smell and it’s got a few freckles dotted across it like flecks of brown paint, how I hate my freckles! I wish they were as easy to wash off as paint. My mum calls them cute, I call them annoying. People always think I’m younger than I am because of these freckles, or maybe it’s just my in general smallness, either I suppose. I think I’ve spent long enough on my nostrils haven’t I? Oh one more thing! They’re hair free, as is expected of someone with good personal hygiene. I have excellent hygiene because I can’t stand the smell of sweat or anything like that. If you stink don’t come near me or I will run away screaming! Again I’m kidding… More likely I’ll just whip out a can of muggle body spray and gas your smell away before I let you within ten feet of me.

“Under my nose there resides a pair of cheeks (no not those ones!) that faintly remind me of a hamster when it’s finished gorging. They’re fine until I smile but then they go all pink and well… puffy. Again my mum thinks they’re cute but I really just want to get a pin and pop them so they go back to looking normal… Or I could just not smile! But then people would think I was all miserable and I couldn’t bare that. My cheeks are there and there’s nothing I can do to change that, I’m stuck with them. My cheeks are the only things I inherited from my mother, thanks so much for that Mum!

“Now after my cheekbones you should come across a smiling mouth. Now this mouth has caused me to gain a lot of nicknames in my life, simply because of its size. I have one big mouth! I have often wondered whether whilst I was in the hospital someone blew them up with an air pump as a joke and then forget to deflate them before I left! God how I hate my fish lips, I hate them I hate them I hate them! If someone gave me the choice of which part of my face they could swap I would have to choose between my forehead and my lips and my lips would probably win because at least I could get a fringe to cover the parking space mentioned above. I know this may come as a surprise but I’m actually very good at keeping secrets, but because of my big mouth people always think of me as a gossip and it takes me ages to convince them otherwise! It gets so very frustrating! Elphie Big Mouth. Yep that’s me, once more I want to say thanks to whoever thought that one up in my second year!

“The one issue I have forgotten to mention is my skin. My skin is there and it keeps my body from falling out all over the place. This is all really I can say about it because I’ve never actually planned what I’d say if someone asked me about it. For all my life I have drunk lots of water so it didn’t get acne. For this I am thankful because I know how awful it can be, believe me I’ve seen some rather bad cases in my life! The tone of my skin is really pale, albino for those who are not politically correct, but really I don’t care about being called that. It means I don’t have to worry about getting a tan over the summer, because there’s no chance! Across my skin there are as I already said freckles, but these are everywhere not just on my nose as I said before. Everywhere you look on my body you will find the odd brown dot, marks of my childhood etc… Whatever causes them I don’t really know. Apart from my freckles the only thing that maims my skin is a small birthmark behind my left ear. It’s a pretty nondescript shape, a blob basically. I don’t really mind it because I can always cover it with my hair and not many people even know it’s there.

“My figure is pretty ordinary. It sits there and keeps my clothes on. On the subject of my clothes, well clothes and make-up. One of them is minimal and the other is non showy… Can you guess which is which? No well let me tell you then… My make-up in minimal because I hate the stuff… Yeah there you go I’m a girl that detests ever having to wear make-up, I just can’t see the appeal of painting your face on every morning, it just isn’t right! I wear the odd amount of mascara and lip-gloss, but only on very special occasions when I’m forced. But I will go no further than that. I am what I am, why should I hide it under a thick layer of very expensive gloop? Now back to the pieces of material being held up with my body, my clothes. I prefer to wear stuff that makes it easy to slip into a crowd. I am very small, barely 5ft tall I seem to the last to know when it rains nowadays. Haha I keep going back and forth from things… Sorry about that! Back to my clothes right? Right! Well my garments are more often than not a simple t-shirt and skirt, or jeans. Anything I can run away in…”

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History » K I L L I N G T I M E

Parents: Seamus Finnigan && Chelsea Finnigan
Siblings: Seamus JR Finnigan – Year 2 - Gryffindor
Children: None

History:
Seamus Finnigan. There was not a gryffindor in the year of Harry Potter that had not heard of the Irish bloke who used to blow things up in classes and burnt off his own eyebrows. What they didn’t know was what he’d grow into, what he did grow into. He grew to be a traveller, a traveller that searched high and low for new cures for diseases and afflictions that the wizarding and muggle world alike were befallen with. It is said that this choice of life was fates way of pushing him through the hills and dales, before finally returning him to England to resume his normal work, as a healer. Now during his time out in the big wide world Seamus had come to stop in Spain, where he had his first taste of something other than medicinal herbs, he got his first taste of love. Her name was Chelsea Thompson and she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, or that was what he thought anyway. No one else in his expedition group could see anything extraordinary about her, but Seamus had always been different and so no one stood in his way as he went to chat her up in a bar. Now his accent was enough to get her to pay attention to him and when she spoke for the first time he was amazed to find that her voice was actually an English one. She looked just like every native around them! So being curious he asked her and got to hear her laugh for the first time, a happy merry sound that turned his head. “I’m English by birth but my parents are Spanish,” she explained with a small smile.

Now once he was forced to leave Spain Seamus believed he would never see Chelsea again, England was a big place and he hadn’t even asked her if she was a witch or not. But fate has a funny way of biting you and a few days later he heard a sob coming from one of his cubicles whilst on his rounds. He was drawn towards the sound; wanting to check what was wrong. But when he pushed open the curtain he was amazed at the sight he was greeted with! For there was Chelsea Thompson, crying her eyes out as she clutched the hand of an older man, her father. “Chelsea?” She turned her attention at the familiar voice and this was enough to cement completely who she was. No one else could ever have those same dark brown eyes. “Seamus?” To say that she was surprised would be an understatement but she was pleased that he was the one taking care of her father, who had been taken down with a rather nasty hex and was stubbornly refusing to wake up.

The two bonded further as Seamus coaxed her father back to the world of the living, and for that she was eternally grateful. Then one day he just turned around and asked her out for dinner. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for about three months at that point and he thought it was time to take the first step towards becoming more. To say the least she was delighted at the offer and accepted almost immediately. Thus began the relationship that would lead to a marriage and two children, a girl and boy. At the time of their first date both prepared nervously but the minute they got talking that nervousness flew away as normal. They talked for hours over their meal and afterwards at drinks. The relationship progressed for another 6 months before Seamus dropped down on one knee and asked her to marry him, to which she readily said yes.

The wedding was nothing extravagant, it was small and simple as Chelsea prefered it and the day after she gave Seamus news that would blow him off her feet. Miss Chelsea Finnigan was pregnant with what was to be their first child. Sure she was only in her early stages but Seamus was thrilled, he earned enough as a top healer to keep a family and the thought of having a miniature version of himself and Chelsea throw together was enough to make him beam the whole day through. But this little mini-me was to bring many complications in its wake. Firstly actually getting through the pregnancy. At the couples first check-up they were told that their little blessing wasn’t progressing as it should, and might not stay to term. They were devastated, Seamus and Chelsea wanted this child more than anything and so the mother to be did everything she could to keep the babe safe, barely lifting a finger, hiring a maid to do the cooking and cleaning. Thankfully this appeared to work and at the next hospital run they had a weight lifted from their shoulders, the baby had sprouted and was finally at the right point for the stage Chelsea was in her pregnancy.

Mr and Mrs Finnigan thought there would be no more problems but they were wrong. For at only 7 months Chelsea felt her water broke. “No! No it’s too early!” She cried as Seamus watched in horror. Their baby wanted to enter the world and there was no way, muggle or magical that could stop it. Chelsea was rushed to St. Mungos and at precisely 5:26am on the 28th of February a little girl was born into a world that was a lot scarier than the one she had been in such a hurry to leave. Before her parents could even see her she was whisked away to be put under spell after spell, making sure that her body was ready to live without the care of her mother’s womb. It was about half an hour after the actual birth that Chelsea even got to see her little girl and those thirty minutes were agony. All she wanted to do was hold that little girl that was hers. So when she was brought back and pronounced to be perfect healthy, if a bit small she couldn’t hold back the tears that boiled over as she took the little bundle with a broad smile. “Have you decided on a name yet?” Asked the medi-witch as she drew out the birth certificate with a smile. The two parents looked at each other before they spoke simultaneously. “Elphaba Isabella Finnigan,” this name was the name of the Wicked Witch of the West but she had been so bright Chelsea chose to forget that detail, she just wanted her little girl to be named after someone smart. The name was written on that bit of card and it was official. The Finnigans had a daughter; a beautiful, very small daughter.

The child grew slowly and with that her lungs did as well. She rarely cried because she kept contented but on those brief occasions they could bring the roof down. This little girl had big vocal chords! Chelsea and Elphaba didn’t care though, after all they had gone through to bring her into the world it could be said they spoilt her rotten. So this was how she grew up, showered in love and laughter, always believing that her little family unit would never change but then three years and four months after she was born Chelsea announced she was expecting another baby. Now the married couple feared that this might affect Elphie, make her think they loved her less but in fact it did the exact opposite. She was excited to the point of being over the moon; dancing around and yelling about getting a baby brother or sister to play with. They were amazed, but Elphaba had always been a slightly strange child so accepted that all they read in parenting books just didn’t seem to work with Elphie, she did the exact opposite of everything they had been told she’d do.

Now when the little child was born it was with a lot less hassle than Elphie had been and he was promptly named Seamus Jr. The minute he was brought home Elphie begged to help take care of him and the two seemed to bond the moment his baby eyes linked with her brown ones. She tickled his stomach and Elphaba was the one to cause his first smile, for some reason this didn’t surprise Seamus Sr. and Chelsea, their little girl seemed to be capable of getting a grin out of anyone, even the grumpy old woman they met in the street. Their girl was happy and cheery, a bright spot of sunshine in an ever darkening world. She was happy to be an oddball even aged 4, because she loved making people happy. Strange for a four year old who are usually completely self-obsessed; but Elphaba was not an everyday four year old, she was a witch. Her happiest memory took place in this year of her life, but then she closely followed it with her worst.

Now her childhood would have been perfect from then on in, had it not been for her own body betraying her. During a routine check up the Medi-Witches were horrified to see a selection of bruises flittering down her back, a set of bruises that even to their wizarding eyes they couldn’t help but fear. Elphaba went through test after test during that fifth year of her life, and it took two months to diagnose leukaemia. Her parents were terrified, and tried to keep the truth of what was wrong with her from her but she figured it out when she started to bruise whenever she rolled over, looking it up on the internet before coming out and asking. She went through every treatment she could find and finally three days after her seventh birthday the tests came back clean, and she went into remission, her black hair beginning to grow back. Her parents were happy to see her back on her feet after so many pale and painful months. After that the entire family grew closer, grabbing each day and hoping to slow down time.

Needless to say they never managed it and in what seemed like a flash an owl swooped through their kitchen window. It was Elphie’s 11th birthday and they weren’t surprised that this letter had come, but they were relieved none the less, at least Elphaba would be allowed to attend the magical school despite her illness. That was what it was referred to in their household, her illness, it had been cured so why bother with the word disease? Their little girl came bounding down the stairs and the moment she saw that letter a happy cry escaped her lips and she ripped it open. “I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS! I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS! I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS!” Seamus and Chelsea watched as Elphaba bounded around the kitchen, waving the letter like a trophy, before they finally told her to be quiet because she’d wake the neighbours.

The day she actually went to Hogwarts was probably one of the scariest in her life so she took that barrier at a run, fully expecting it to throw her back again and say that a mistake had been made and she should go home. Thankfully for her self-esteem it didn’t and let her pass through with no trouble. She pulled her trolley to a halt and soon her parents joined her with Seamus Jr clinging hold of his Mummy’s hand and begging to go with his older sister. Elphaba smiled at him and knelt down, promising that she would write and in three of four years it would be him on the train and they could hang out again like old days. This seemed to soothe her sibling enough for him to let her go when she hugged him goodbye before climbing onto the train, her trunk already loaded. She soon found herself a free compartment and she was off to Hogwarts.

Despite her father’s legacy Elphaba found herself being sorted as a Hufflepuff, her kind heart winning out over everything else, though apparently she had the intelligence to be a Ravenclaw. She was named after the Wicked Witch of the West for god sake! She was going to be smart wasn’t she? The next six years passed without much problem, and she remained in remission, but then one day over the past summer she rolled over and a dark patch appeared on her skin like an omen, it was back. Begging to go back to school she agreed to start treatment in the Christmas Holidays, and then come back a few weeks later than everyone else. She won’t let it get her again, she’s going to fight.

RP Sample:
The little figure of Amara Young could barely be seen from the large chair in which she sat, only the top of her blonde hair poked out from above the cushions. If you were to walk around the other side of this chair you would see she was once more immersed into a book, as always. She was the school’s little bookworm and was barely seen without at least one clasped in her arms. She almost used them as a protective guard to stop anyone coming any closer than she wanted them to, for Amara Young was not a nice girl to say the very least. In fact she was cold, cruel and unforgiving therefore keeping people away had always been an easy feet if she wanted to. There were some people however that she let get close and mostly she was best friends with all of them. Amara was very much like marmite, you loved her or you hated her.

The sun was high in the sky when she looked out of the window and she wished to play around and make it rain but she desisted the temptation. Weather control was a slight issue with her at the moment because it took even more strength than anything else because it was a major power in itself. She was beginning to understand how to do it and hold it for about half an hour without flawing once but it did take the energy out of her to say the least. She was getting almost complete control of her other, lesser abilities and they weren’t taking so much strength but she could still only use each one for a limited time. However as her control grew it meant she could switch from one to the other when it ran out. Her mind was becoming more settled but still when she lost her temper she lost her control. It was unsettling thought as the moment she thought of losing control she thought of that fateful day when her mother backed away from her as if she were petrified of her own daughter, that had stung harder than any insult that could ever be thrown at her no matter what.

Flashback

Her day had been no different than usual apart from the fact that her Mother was all of a sudden yelling at her for something she could not for the life of her remember doing. Or maybe that was the problem, maybe she had done nothing and that was why her mother was yelling at her. She didn’t know and she didn’t particularly want to either. No matter what the problem was her Mum was not going to let her forget it without an argument, at least not any time soon. Amy stood up a moment later and found herself to now be the same height as her Mum, this was definitely an improvement but at that time Amara’s brain was already set into arguing mode to notice this piece of information.

Her Mum continued to shriek at her yet words refused to leave her lips, it was like her mouth had been welded shut and she couldn’t find anything to yell back, therefore she just continued to glare at the stupid woman who called herself a genius mutant. If she was so goddamn genius why was she yelling so loud at a girl who from what she could see hadn’t done anything wrong. Now Amara had always had a strong and short temper but this was the first time she had ever felt it about to go at one of her parents, usually she was the obedient, quiet and solitary one of the family whenever the time came for her to actually come home. It was after her mother made one more yell that she lost it completely, the next thing she knew was the heat in the room flying sky high before her eyes were caught by a mass of quivering flames and such incredible heat she was amazed for a second that her mother hadn’t melted. She knew this was the effect of her psi ability but she had no clue how to turn it off whilst she was in a temper.

As her strength left her the flames began to die down slightly but still Amara was in a panic, she had lost control and she couldn’t get it back again, she would have to hope that she’d burn out soon, literally and figuratively. Thankfully this did happen and about three minutes after the fire had appeared she fell to the floor in an unconscious pile, stirring a few seconds later. Her instant thought was to make sure that her Mum was all right but when she turned her face to see the other woman’s she felt a stab course through her body as if she’d been struck by a blade mutant. Her Mum was scared of her. It was the most awful sight she ever had to see and it would forever be imprinted upon her mind to say the least. From that day on she had swore never to lose her temper enough to lose control again

End of flashback

But it was becoming harder and harder to keep her promise to herself as she watched the world around her splinter because of greed and pride. She prefered things peaceful and calm but now she could almost feel herself and everyone else tittering on the side of war when there was an even bigger battle to fight outside. Amara knew she would never be able to leave the island on which she lived and worked and the thought scared the hell out of her. She wanted so badly to see the world outside the sea she was surrounded by but there was no way, it was too dangerous for the mutants out there to even think of going out. Especially for a mutant as powerful as she was. She’d be picked off within three minutes.

Suddenly feeling restless and ill at ease she pushed herself from the chair and slotted the book into a bag that she always had slung over her shoulder, as it carried all her textbooks as well as all her personal possessions that she might need. She left the library and headed straight for the dorm in which she had been put that year, arriving there she simply opened the door and slung her bag inside, heard it land on her bed, and then shut the door again. Whether her roommates were inside she wouldn’t be able to say because she hadn’t paid the blindest bit of notice. Scraping her long blonde hair back with the hair-band she forever had around her wrist she headed off for the grounds, hoping some fresh air would clear the feeling surging through her as the bad memory was all of a sudden clear in her mind and she wanted so much to rid herself of it.

Her steps were hurried and urgent as she tore through the school and went flying out of the doors into the grounds. The lake almost immediately caught her eyes and it was as if it were calling her towards it. The slow moving water looked lovely and how she wished she could just dive in, but she was dressed in her normal clothes and surely she wouldn’t do something so reckless. Or would she? It took only a minute of convincing herself before she ran and took a flying leap into the clear, crystal depths. It only took the blink of an eye for the water to soak her through completely, and soon her clothes were heavy with the water but she just kept swimming down. Amara had always been talented at holding her breath, which was why it had not taken her long in her very first year at the school to discover the caves that lay beneath the lake. With powerful strokes she approached the place where she could gasp some air, which she did, before carrying on. Her mind flickered to which cave to pick and went for the big one without any hesitation.

Once she was inside she noticed that there was another person there as well, she had seen him around and spoken to him a little because of his sisters but she never actually listened to what he had to say but now she could hear properly she caught his last words. “Ask and you shall receive,” she said jokingly as she took a seat next to him without even asking if it was ok with him. To say that Amara was a bit brash was an understatement but no one really cared usually because if she deemed you worthy to talk to you should feel proud. Her clothes seemed to be made of lycra the way they were stuck to her skin. “How have you been Noah?” She asked looking over at him through her deep brown eyes

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