Post by Gin on Nov 30, 2011 12:42:23 GMT -6
¤ BRIGITTA • DAINE • CORWIN ¤
• PLAYED BY • MARCIA CROSS •
• NICKNAMES •
Brig; only if you're a close friend
• DAY OF BIRTH • May 14
• AGE • Forty-nine
• GENDER • Female
• SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Straight
Brig; only if you're a close friend
• DAY OF BIRTH • May 14
• AGE • Forty-nine
• GENDER • Female
• SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Straight
¤ HEIGHT... 6'
¤ MEDICAL CONDITIONS... Asthma
¤ APPEARANCE... Brigitta is tall with a moderately slender body. Her muscles are strong and she has little fat, yet she doesn’t have the typical small frame of the “picture perfect“ woman. Her facial features, however, are feminine. Over the years her eyes have faded a bit to a seaweed/grey colour. Her hair is a bright red with slightly silver at the roots. She tries to keep these roots colored though through use of different charms and dyes. Brigitta’s skin is almost always white and fair. It seems to be a reoccurring pattern with red-heads and she is no exception. With her age, Brig is slowly growing a few more wrinkles and putting on slightly more weight but having a model-quality boyfriend, Brig is always trying to make herself look perfect.
She is used to be very particular about her image. Her nails always had to be perfect and it drove her nuts if they weren’t. She prefers bright colours but will add in a neutral one every now and then. Now, she doesn’t care as much unless Darius is around, at which point she will do everything in her capacity to look sexy.
¤ WAND... 13.9” -- Mahogany -- Dragon Heart-string
¤ POSITION... Hogwarts Staff // Headmistress
Wizengamot member
¤ PATRONUS FORM... Lynx most of the time, but occassionally a red fox
¤ LIKES...
boys
country music
sitting outside
sleeping
confusing people
messing with Michael and Katherine
insulting people
flirting
glitter
cake
bright colours
brown-nosers
¤ DISLIKES...
too much reason/intelligence
know-it-alls
cupcakes
slytherin house
indian food
keeping other people's secrets
being awake before 10 am
getting older
flying
being disrespected
being ignored
doing favors
¤ FEARS...
not being liked, dying, her body getting old/deteriorating
¤ SPECIAL ABILITIES...
good with spells and potions, doesn't care what others think, insanity
¤ WEAKNESSES...
Can’t sing, Jumps to conclusions, gets attached too easily, gets drunk easily
¤ PERSONALITY... Being Headmistress means being able to command respect. It is a rare occasion when Brigitta cannot do that--meaning most of the time. Brigitta is the kind of person who demands respect but doesn’t necessarily earn it. Every once in a while, she’ll do one grand show of a respect-worthy action but it doesn’t happen often. She’ll earn her respect just often enough that she doesn’t get fired for her normally outrageous behavior. By her everyday antics, you might think Brigitta was drunk or on something but that’s just her norm. She hasn’t settled down since she hit puberty and she’s still going strong at 45… Okay, 46… Fine. 49. Brig is a free spirit, a wild mustang, passionate and untamable. Regardless of what gets thrown in her way, Brigitta finds some way of dealing with it… which generally means throwing someone else under the bus. Her friends get the brunt of it but she won’t hesitate to side-track a problem by introducing the problem to someone she doesn’t know. Her other major way of dealing with problems is alcohol. She has no particular favorite; she’ll drink anything. When she is drunk, one of two things will happen. 1. She’ll quietly stagger around for a bit and then pass out or 2. She’ll get even louder and crazier than normal. Never is she a violent drunk. Without the alcohol Brigitta can be a tolerable person, it’s just not very likely. Brigitta is the kind of person who thrives on drama. It’s not normally her own life; she has a tendency to pry into everyone else’s life and pick things apart. There are no secrets with Brigitta. Everything you tell her, you risk her telling anyone and everyone she may come into contact with. Her own life, however, she does try to maintain some secrets, even if it doesn’t usually work.
Brigitta is a very social person. That isn’t to say she loves people and loves chatting. She loves getting attention and loves showing off. She is very outspoken, rarely hiding her opinion on anything. This includes every dirty thought she has. She is not self-conscious by any means, rather, she is very self-absorbed. She knows she is in charge of the school--even if no one else does--and, every now and then, likes to remind people of that by making a decision. Most of the time, she feels no guilt and loves taking time away from work to just go have fun. She doesn't normally tell anyone where she is going but sometimes it just slips out or is very obvious when she returns. Although she does a lot of things that might make some people regret what they did, she doesn't often feel regret. She can be a bit flaky sometimes since she doesn't like to plan things ahead of time and never writes anything down because she "has a mind like a steel trap and would never forget anything." She has quite a bit of a temper and will resort to tantrums to get her way—which usually works. Usually what brings out her temper is being contradicted or told she is handling something wrong.
She really does have affection, yes, even love, for the people at Hogwarts but has a very hard time trying to express that love and often times, it comes out in very odd and awkward ways. She also has a tendency to most annoy those she likes or respects.
¤ FAMILY...
Donna & Arthur Corwin ... parents
Unice Corwin ... grandmother
¤ PETS...
11 year old male Siamese cat, Pregio
8 year old male crow, Bran
¤ HISTORY... Fairly simple, Brigitta grew up in Ireland and attended the small magic school there. When she had graduated, she was offered a position in the Ministry. She accepted and moved to Britain at age 18. She lived there in a friend’s house, who had gotten a job in Hogwarts as Caretaker. During the summers, Gretta, her friend, would tell her all the amazing things about Hogwarts. Soon Brigitta became curious and when a job opened up as Astrology professor, she took it. After serving as professor for 7 years, she heard that the Headmistress McGonagall was retiring. She put in her application and she got the position of Deputy Headmistress. The new Headmaster found the job too much pressure and resigned in the middle of the year, leaving her in charge. She has been Headmistress ever since. After being kidnapped and held hostage 9 years ago, Brigitta fell in love. Darius Iron moved in and has been living at Hogwarts. He is about the only one who gets a slightly calmer version of Brigitta.
¤ SAMPLE RP...
The bathroom was still filled with the light beady mist as Brigitta wiped her towel over the mirror in front of her. The tile was damp with the warm mist, making her feet stick. She enjoyed pulling her feet off the stickey tile but was disappointed when her feet refused to attach to the floor a fourth time. She had wrapped her hair up in a thin pink towel that was already showing wet spots where the towel wasn't doubled up.
The glass was already getting foggy so Brigitta wiped it again. She smiled at the image that greeted her from the misty world through her mirror. Her skin was pink from the scrubbing it had endured and still shone with the beads of water. But, she was happy with her appearance, if only because Darius seemed to like her looks. It was only ten in the morning, almost a full 8 hours until the hall was even open for the Masquerade but Brig was very excited about the party that night. She had a beautiful dress, fashioned like one that might be found in the old south of the United States. It was now laying over the side of her lavender comforter of the tall queen bed.
Brig curled the towel tighter against her cool skin, making her eyes look away from the small bit of fat she knew was hanging on her stomach like a leech. It wasn't a very noticable amount of fat but it was enough to make the otherwise over confident woman that little bit self-conscious. But if Darius didn't seem to care, maybe she didn't have to care. With this much happier thought, Brigitta switched off the bathroom light and walked into her bedroom.
She was skipping lunch today so Brig didn't need to worry about getting food on her dress or any such disaster. Some would question why she was even putting the dress on so early in the day, but those some would never admit to meeting Brigitta Corwin. Where she is calm and agreeable about some things, the is obsessive and stubborn about sooo many more; impressing Darius was one such thing. She would begin early now and finish in a beautiful dress about an hour early.
After she had stood in her room a few moments, looking blankely at the dress and anything else that seemed to be floating around the empty space, she realized she needed to put her make-up on first. Brigitta flipped on the light again and stood in front of the revealing mirror while she traded the bath towel for a pink silk robe. Next, she spread out the wide array of beauty products on the counter top, accidently spilling some nail polish in the sink. Without bothering to clean it up, she set to work on her skin.
When Brigitta finished with the majority of her make-up nearly an hour later, she turned her focus on the dress. But this time, she looked twice around the bathroom to make sure she was ready for the dress. With a purposeful look about her, she nodded happily and trotted into the bedroom. Her dress was still laying on the bed, just inviting her to pull it on and become a new person, someone Darius would love.
The dress fit perfectly around her body after various unsuccessful attempts at getting it on without smearing one aspect of her make-up. It hid all the fat Brig was so ashamed of and showing off all the curves she was sure men loved. The lacy sleeves fell over her shoulders, covering them while showing off her collar. The rose at her chest was situated perfectly between her breasts as was the black and red V-shape. The thin, white gloves and umbrella she had bought to accent the dress lay untouched by her pillow where they would stay with her mask until everything else was ready. The bracelet she had had made was already draped over her wrist for it was her favorite part of the outfit. Brig had not yet done anything to her hair or tried on any of the earrings she had deemed worthy candidates.
Darius had chosen tp go the Masquerade as the classic character Erik from the musical "Phantom of the Opera." He was going to wear the black mask Brig had bought him that day Michael burned half his face off. Since that day, Brig had heard many rumors about a man fitting her boyfriend's description but she refused to believe that her Darius Iron was responsible for any of it.
Pregio suddenly leapt up on the bed, startling the Headmistress from her thoughts. The cat meowed and sauntered over to the stack by her pillow. He yawned and simply lay down on the gloves as if his perfectly tan and black hair would make the gloves into a holy object.
"No! Bad kitty!" Brig swatted at Pregio with one hand while the other grasped onto the towel wrapped around her head. She recieved a hiss and a rake across her hand. She drew her hand back, pouting as she saw that the blood seeped to the surface. Pregio, not wanting to get hit with the mug Brig was reaching for with a glare on her face, jumped down and ran to the office. She gave a satisfied grin before remembering that her hand was now red and slowly getting wet and warm.
"Well, I will be wearing gloves," she stated, turning around to step into the bathroom and clean the cut off. What made her stop, a sudden movement by the door frame, made her brilliant red lips tighten and her eyes narrow. She pivoted on her heels to see what it was, or rather who. "Oh. Hello. You scared me." Her lips twisted into a playful grin and her green eyes brightened.
Darius stood in the doorway, simply looking at her like she was to become a piece of evidence in a case against him. She chuckled happily.
"That look doesn't suit you, Dar," she said, still smiling. "Plus, you are early. The Masquerade isn't until tonight. It isn't even noon yet."
The glass was already getting foggy so Brigitta wiped it again. She smiled at the image that greeted her from the misty world through her mirror. Her skin was pink from the scrubbing it had endured and still shone with the beads of water. But, she was happy with her appearance, if only because Darius seemed to like her looks. It was only ten in the morning, almost a full 8 hours until the hall was even open for the Masquerade but Brig was very excited about the party that night. She had a beautiful dress, fashioned like one that might be found in the old south of the United States. It was now laying over the side of her lavender comforter of the tall queen bed.
Brig curled the towel tighter against her cool skin, making her eyes look away from the small bit of fat she knew was hanging on her stomach like a leech. It wasn't a very noticable amount of fat but it was enough to make the otherwise over confident woman that little bit self-conscious. But if Darius didn't seem to care, maybe she didn't have to care. With this much happier thought, Brigitta switched off the bathroom light and walked into her bedroom.
She was skipping lunch today so Brig didn't need to worry about getting food on her dress or any such disaster. Some would question why she was even putting the dress on so early in the day, but those some would never admit to meeting Brigitta Corwin. Where she is calm and agreeable about some things, the is obsessive and stubborn about sooo many more; impressing Darius was one such thing. She would begin early now and finish in a beautiful dress about an hour early.
After she had stood in her room a few moments, looking blankely at the dress and anything else that seemed to be floating around the empty space, she realized she needed to put her make-up on first. Brigitta flipped on the light again and stood in front of the revealing mirror while she traded the bath towel for a pink silk robe. Next, she spread out the wide array of beauty products on the counter top, accidently spilling some nail polish in the sink. Without bothering to clean it up, she set to work on her skin.
When Brigitta finished with the majority of her make-up nearly an hour later, she turned her focus on the dress. But this time, she looked twice around the bathroom to make sure she was ready for the dress. With a purposeful look about her, she nodded happily and trotted into the bedroom. Her dress was still laying on the bed, just inviting her to pull it on and become a new person, someone Darius would love.
The dress fit perfectly around her body after various unsuccessful attempts at getting it on without smearing one aspect of her make-up. It hid all the fat Brig was so ashamed of and showing off all the curves she was sure men loved. The lacy sleeves fell over her shoulders, covering them while showing off her collar. The rose at her chest was situated perfectly between her breasts as was the black and red V-shape. The thin, white gloves and umbrella she had bought to accent the dress lay untouched by her pillow where they would stay with her mask until everything else was ready. The bracelet she had had made was already draped over her wrist for it was her favorite part of the outfit. Brig had not yet done anything to her hair or tried on any of the earrings she had deemed worthy candidates.
Darius had chosen tp go the Masquerade as the classic character Erik from the musical "Phantom of the Opera." He was going to wear the black mask Brig had bought him that day Michael burned half his face off. Since that day, Brig had heard many rumors about a man fitting her boyfriend's description but she refused to believe that her Darius Iron was responsible for any of it.
Pregio suddenly leapt up on the bed, startling the Headmistress from her thoughts. The cat meowed and sauntered over to the stack by her pillow. He yawned and simply lay down on the gloves as if his perfectly tan and black hair would make the gloves into a holy object.
"No! Bad kitty!" Brig swatted at Pregio with one hand while the other grasped onto the towel wrapped around her head. She recieved a hiss and a rake across her hand. She drew her hand back, pouting as she saw that the blood seeped to the surface. Pregio, not wanting to get hit with the mug Brig was reaching for with a glare on her face, jumped down and ran to the office. She gave a satisfied grin before remembering that her hand was now red and slowly getting wet and warm.
"Well, I will be wearing gloves," she stated, turning around to step into the bathroom and clean the cut off. What made her stop, a sudden movement by the door frame, made her brilliant red lips tighten and her eyes narrow. She pivoted on her heels to see what it was, or rather who. "Oh. Hello. You scared me." Her lips twisted into a playful grin and her green eyes brightened.
Darius stood in the doorway, simply looking at her like she was to become a piece of evidence in a case against him. She chuckled happily.
"That look doesn't suit you, Dar," she said, still smiling. "Plus, you are early. The Masquerade isn't until tonight. It isn't even noon yet."