Post by MessyVictory on Nov 28, 2011 22:55:08 GMT -6
¤ KATHARINE • ROSEMARY • MOSS ¤
• PLAYED BY • JULIA LOUIS-DREYFUS •
• NICKNAMES •
None. Call her Kathy and she'll eat your face. Or just feed you to Pregio.
• DAY OF BIRTH • July 12th
• AGE • 42
• GENDER • Female
• SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Michael
None. Call her Kathy and she'll eat your face. Or just feed you to Pregio.
• DAY OF BIRTH • July 12th
• AGE • 42
• GENDER • Female
• SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Michael
¤ HEIGHT... 5'1"
¤ MEDICAL CONDITIONS... Michael, General Anxiety Disorder
¤ APPEARANCE... Katharine Moss is the picture of petite, clocking in at 5'1" and 125 pounds. Not one for much weight-lifting, she manages to do enough yoga to keep herself in decent shape. Her shape is mostly hourglass, hips broader than her shoulders from childbirth. Her face is slightly rectangular, with a soft yet profound jaw and an equally defined chin. Laugh-lines now occupy her face, along with hints of crows-feet. She maintains a youthful look, however, with her dazzling green eyes, soft full lips, and small yet straight nose. The most shocking feature of Ms. Moss, however, is not her green eyes or her small stature, but her hair. A deep chocolate brown color, her locks never seem to cooperate, and she doesn't try to force them to. Wild dark curls make her appear several inches taller. The only maintenance--besides daily washing--Katharine utilizes is some gel in an attempt to tame frizziness and yet keep the curl.
¤ WAND... Pear, Core of Unicorn Hair, 11.3 inches.
¤ POSITION... Hogwarts Staff // (Nurse)
¤ PATRONUS FORM... Unicorn
¤ LIKES...
Ice Cream
Michael
Dogs
Peanut Butter & Banana Sandwiches
Syrup
Yoga
Chocolate
Caramel
Wine
Jazz
Singing
Work
Being a mother and wife
Coffee
Jell-o
Force-feeding Michael Orange Jell-o
Drunk Michael
Snow
¤ DISLIKES...
Pregio
Ignorant people
Tension
Insects
Whiskey
Pixies
Hot weather
Windy Thunderstorms
Crying/sick/injured children
¤ FEARS...
Students dying under her care
Not being able to help
Death of a loved one
¤ SPECIAL ABILITIES... She's quite good at healing, which I suppose is a given. Brilliant with charms.
¤ WEAKNESSES... For being the school nurse, she tends to have anxiety issues. For the most part, she doesn't show them at work. Her husband gets the brunt of it. But in those cases, they just bring out the syrup... She also has a tendency to drink a bit too much.
¤ PERSONALITY... Since her younger years, Katharine has been known to be a quite light-hearted woman with a tendency to be goofy. She tends to have a sunny disposition about most situations. A supporter of all things artsy, the only artistic thing Katharine ever got the hang of was singing. She and her husband Michael will sing jazz together, although he's not as inclined to sing in public as she. In terms of parenting, Katharine loves it. She keeps bugging Michael to try for another child, but so far to no avail.
However friendly and optimistic, there is always a negative side. Everyone has flaws. For Katharine, it's anxiety. She's been on medication for it her whole life, and usually manages to control it. When under pressure, she seems to do fine. Once the pressure is off, however, she is prone to breakdowns. On more than one occasion, she has turned to alcohol to deal with the anxiety. Now that she is married, she manages it better, but it still comes out to play every now and again.
¤ FAMILY...
Husband, Michael Joseph - 51 yrs
Daughter, Melanie Lula - 5 yrs
Father, Thomas George - 77 yrs
Mother, Lula Maria - 72 yrs
Brother, Pierre Thomas - 39 yrs
Brother, Daniel Franklin - 32 yrs
Brother, Alexander Albus - 26 yrs
¤ PETS... N/A
¤ HISTORY... Katharine's parents, native Londoners, moved to France after getting married. Katharine spent three years of her life in Haute-Garonne. After the birth of Pierre, their first son, the family moved back to the Warwickshire countryside, where they raised their young family, all of whom had magical blood. Her mother was half-blood and her father was muggle-born. The family worried for a while that the youngest, Alexander, may be a squib as he didn't show any magical signs, but when he received his Hogwarts letter, all was well and he started setting things on fire within a month. The Moss family was a quite typical. They didn't have a whole lot of money, but enough to live comfortably. There was always food on the table, always enough for school supplies, and sometimes a little extra to take small excursions.
Katharine's Hogwarts years were slightly rough. She had trouble making friends at first, and when she did they tended to take advantage of her good nature. She struggled greatly in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it took her a few years to get the hang of Potions. One year her friend situation was so bad that she had taken to faking ill. The head of Ravenclaw house at that time insisted she see the nurse. The nurse and Katharine became quite good friends from that point on: so much so that Katharine aspired to be just like her.
At age 26, Katharine started working as Hogwarts' new school nurse. There was always something new to be seen in terms of magical maladies and injuries, and Katharine loved helping people. Six years into her job, a great evil came to Hogwarts, causing injury to several students and death to one. She had a breakdown, but the History of Magic professor, Michael Dubois, was there and calmed her down. They became great friends after that, and eventually started dating. After a few years, the two of them married, and now they have a family of their own.
¤ SAMPLE RP...
What a dreary day, Katharine Moss thought, staring at the clear blue sky from her dirty apartment window. The sun shone blindingly through, accentuating the grime. Birds chirped gleefully but were drowned out by the monotonous groan of her ancient computer. Katharine had strategically placed her computer desk by the lone window in an attempt to cheer her up while working, but it was to no avail. The filthy glass combined with a blank document sheet only made her gloom intensify, so she stood up and went to the kitchen where her one true happiness awaited her.
Ice cream. She ate it straight from the carton. Her roommate, Brigitta, was at work or something, so she need not know. Katharine was worried, however, about that stupid cat. It had been acting funny all day. Not that acting funny wasn't normal for it, or that she actually cared, but it was just watching her. Not destroying the dilapidated furniture or chasing bugs--just watching.
"What's wrong with you, Pregio?" She asked it. Its tail twitched and it hissed at her from its usual resting spot atop the toaster oven.
She was just about to throw her spoon at the cat when she heard her phone ringing. Her heart sank. Tucker. It would have been drowned out by her computer, but she'd changed her agent's ringtone to a high-pitched scream so she'd never miss it. Slamming the freezer door with so much force that Pregio hissed once more and fled to another room, Katharine stomped into the living room. Ice cream carton in hand, she flipped open her shrieking phone.
"Hello?" She said cautiously.
"You incompetent piece of nuts," Tucker Cody bellowed, and Katharine immediately drew her phone a foot away from her face. She could still hear him perfectly. "You are two months from your deadline and so far I've gotten nothing good. I got an e-mail from your editor today informing me that you haven't sent anything in for three weeks. And don't you dare say anything about writers' block. I don't care. Give me something publishable or I'm through. You've had way too much time to pull together a sequel. What have you been doing with your time? Eating ice cream?"
Katharine took a bite of mint chocolate chip.
"I don't care about that either. I agreed to work with you ten years ago because you were good. Don't make me regret that decision."
Click.
"Way to let me talk," she said to no one and snapped her phone shut.
Fuming, Katharine finished off a quart of ice cream and went downstairs to retrieve her mail. The other tenants eyed her peculiarly, and she knew she must be a sight. Her dark hair was wilder than ever, looking out of place on such a small woman. People hardly ever saw Katharine except on the rare occasion she got her mail or went to buy more ice cream. When they did see her, she was usually just as out of sorts. This time, however, she was muttering furiously to herself, wearing nothing but a robe.
The young girl at the front desk handed Katharine a stack of envelopes and a small cardboard box. She shoved the box under her arm and rifled through the envelopes.
Bills, bills, garbage, Tucker, bills, bills--hold on. One envelope was handwritten, and by the looks of the writing it was no one professional. Could it be?
Thanking the desk clerk, Katharine ran up five flights of stairs and back into her apartment. She threw the other envelopes down, along with the box, and tore open the one that interested her. The letter, too, was handwritten, in a neat but young script, and Katharine felt herself smile for the first time in days as she read.
Ice cream. She ate it straight from the carton. Her roommate, Brigitta, was at work or something, so she need not know. Katharine was worried, however, about that stupid cat. It had been acting funny all day. Not that acting funny wasn't normal for it, or that she actually cared, but it was just watching her. Not destroying the dilapidated furniture or chasing bugs--just watching.
"What's wrong with you, Pregio?" She asked it. Its tail twitched and it hissed at her from its usual resting spot atop the toaster oven.
She was just about to throw her spoon at the cat when she heard her phone ringing. Her heart sank. Tucker. It would have been drowned out by her computer, but she'd changed her agent's ringtone to a high-pitched scream so she'd never miss it. Slamming the freezer door with so much force that Pregio hissed once more and fled to another room, Katharine stomped into the living room. Ice cream carton in hand, she flipped open her shrieking phone.
"Hello?" She said cautiously.
"You incompetent piece of nuts," Tucker Cody bellowed, and Katharine immediately drew her phone a foot away from her face. She could still hear him perfectly. "You are two months from your deadline and so far I've gotten nothing good. I got an e-mail from your editor today informing me that you haven't sent anything in for three weeks. And don't you dare say anything about writers' block. I don't care. Give me something publishable or I'm through. You've had way too much time to pull together a sequel. What have you been doing with your time? Eating ice cream?"
Katharine took a bite of mint chocolate chip.
"I don't care about that either. I agreed to work with you ten years ago because you were good. Don't make me regret that decision."
Click.
"Way to let me talk," she said to no one and snapped her phone shut.
Fuming, Katharine finished off a quart of ice cream and went downstairs to retrieve her mail. The other tenants eyed her peculiarly, and she knew she must be a sight. Her dark hair was wilder than ever, looking out of place on such a small woman. People hardly ever saw Katharine except on the rare occasion she got her mail or went to buy more ice cream. When they did see her, she was usually just as out of sorts. This time, however, she was muttering furiously to herself, wearing nothing but a robe.
The young girl at the front desk handed Katharine a stack of envelopes and a small cardboard box. She shoved the box under her arm and rifled through the envelopes.
Bills, bills, garbage, Tucker, bills, bills--hold on. One envelope was handwritten, and by the looks of the writing it was no one professional. Could it be?
Thanking the desk clerk, Katharine ran up five flights of stairs and back into her apartment. She threw the other envelopes down, along with the box, and tore open the one that interested her. The letter, too, was handwritten, in a neat but young script, and Katharine felt herself smile for the first time in days as she read.