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ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Ash
Age: 22
Contact: Include AIM/Y!M and your email address AIM: thouartshade or eden0renewed / Y!M: sort_of_legend and E-Mail: AuroraV19@hotmail.com
Timezone: Central
Experience: Tons
Journal to be used: lunar_phases


ALL ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Full Name: Luna Hecate Lovegood
Nicknames: Loony Lovegood, Loony and any name pertaining to aforementioned insanity. The poor girl has heard them all.
Age: 14
Birthday: September 16th, 1981
House/Year: Gryffindor/4th
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Unknown - she has debated the importance of such exploration.
Immediate Family: Xenophilius Lovegood (Father) and her deceased Mother - who was killed by a experimental spell backfiring.
Marital Status: Too young.
Blood Status: Halfblood (The Lovegoods have been apart of the Wizarding World for quite awhile, despite their dwindling numbers.)
Loyalty/Alliance: If they're a Muggleborn currently working in the household of a pureblood, this is the place to say it. Also feel free to request masters.

DA (when it's formed) and Order of the Phoenix (though she doesn't know about that). She is also a follower of the Hallows - like her Father.
Role in the war: Light side warrior.

Appearance: Don't make me gag, please.

Luna is not tall; not even close. She possesses the airy appearance of a pixie or fairy with her long, straggly blonde to dirty blonde hair and protuberant silver/grey eyes. Her manner of speaking is interesting and quite uncommon for just about anyone: it is a mixture of airiness and complete calm.

Some might accord Luna’s quiet grace and agility as apart of the world her and her father have created for those who read The Quibbler. She is a physical representation of her father’s hope in a gentler world. No matter what has happened in her day, she will gift anyone who is kind to her with a smile – whether it is sane looking or not is beside the point.

Desired PB: Include two alternates and sample icons. Your PB must be age-appropriate, or at the very least be able to pass for that age.

First Choice: Gemma Ward
Second: Movie Luna

Personality: Give us as much as we need to see who this character is, especially if you're cracking it up. If we don't feel we (or you) have a good handle on it, we'll ask you to redo it.

Luna is always in control of her “center” and thus exudes her confidence in a gentle manner. Some of this radiates in the way she smiles or the graceful, humble nature that sometimes shines through her words. A good example of this occurred at the closing of Harry’s Fifth Year, her Fourth, when she was putting up fliers about her belongings being stolen. She felt certain that people would relent and return her things, even with Harry’s (understandably) sardonic attitude.

Luna believes in people, and feels there are many reasons to live a long, happy life even when Death interferes. After losing her mother, and seeing the spell backfire, the girl has grown into a stable view of life and death. She accepts both, but chooses to focus more on the lighter side of life. Her father has raised her well, and taught her that not ALL of the people in this world are murderers or out to get her; that she should retain her curiosity and hope no matter what.

She is a steady woman because of the wizard and thus has dedicated herself to his “art”. The bottom line is: Luna loves. Oftentimes, this love becomes her greatest weakness, but she cannot help it.

History: Same as the personality section. Give us as much as we need to see who this character is, especially if you're cracking it up. Explain key details, and if you're changing the character significantly, make sure it's clear. If you are cracking it up, why are they different? What caused their lives to change so significantly?

(Because of Luna's bravery, the only thing I am changing about her history is her House. She always seemed like a dreamy Gryffindor to me anyway.)

Entering Hogwarts in 1992 after losing her mother only 2 years previously, it became swiftly apparent that Luna was NOT like the rest of her classmates. She was considered imaginative to begin with, and then weird after she began proclaiming her odd beliefs all around the Gryffindor Common Room. It wasn’t long before the teasing and tormenting began. Losing her possessions, mainly the stack of Quibblers that her father sent her periodically throughout the year, Luna became used to the actions; yet she never felt any negative emotions towards those who did it. Even when asked if she minded, the girl would shrug and whisper that they would be returned to her shortly.

Events did not culminate into Luna’s participation in the war until her Fourth Year, when one of her friends, Ginny Weasley, asked her to accompany her to the first Dumbledore’s Army meeting. Fascinated, she joined the girl and found a new niche for herself in its ranks.

In her eyes, the act of doing something is not only for her classmates, but also for her lost mother and grieving father. While the Death Eaters were not responsible for the woman’s death, she still finds comfort in offering the knowledge that she has discovered over the years to those that could use it in their time of need/distress.

Luna will continue to fight for her convictions, and while her mind might not be the same as everyone else’s, her heart is in the right place.


THE WRITING

First Person: In the point of view of the character.

I made a decision earlier this morning to record the dreams I share with Professor Trelawney in this journal for my own benefit. Dreams can be very informative.

My better ones tend to come during my waking hours, unfortunately, and she said those didn't count because my Subconscious was being restrained.

I don't think it is - but I trust her judgment, and therefore want to examine these images more clearly as the days pass.

[Luna Lovegood’s Dream Journal for Professor Trelawney – Unhexed]

There was a butterfly tonight. It was grey and black. I watched it land on a broken door that had somehow or another become unhinged. I saw darkness beyond the hole where the door once stood.

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That could mean a great many things. The butterfly could be a person or an idea. The blackness could be the future for said person or idea. And, the broken doorframe. . .perhaps the final barrier between this "butterfly" and its Fate.

I rather enjoy this.

I wish I hadn’t been awoken by the unruly Nargle in my trunk. I suppose he just wanted attention. They can be quite needy when kept in the dark for too long. I really should set him free, but I worry what he might do now that it is the Christmas season.


Third Person: Same as before. Give us a one-liner, and you'll be turned down flat, so I'd recommend a minimum of 200-300 words.

Sitting under the screened portion of the patio outside of Florean Fortescue’s Shop, Luna peered dreamily up at the bright colors of the umbrella above her head. Lost in thought, as she often was, she tugged absently on her hair as she daydreamed about, of all things, ice cream.

The chilled flavor of the strawberry iced treat rolled around her tongue, reminding her of a summer she had spent in Italy when she was 7. Her parents had both been there, offering her a strange compilation of ice cream and candy called ‘gelato’. She had eaten it slowly, savoring the sweetness – much like she was doing now. There was a simple beauty to ice cream that the witch loved, and had missed on her various journeys. She regretted that there was never any time for ice cream.

Not for the first time, Luna stuck her wand behind her ear, smiling oddly at the owner of the shop as he passed by, wondering if she wanted anything else. With a small shake of her head, she tapped her abdomen to indicate she was enjoying the treat very much. He didn’t understand right away, but with a glance at her grin, he nodded, patting her shoulder.

There was something innately child-like about Luna that made people do that. She never questioned it: it was just apart of her world.

And, as she turned her eyes towards the Pet Store on the other side of the Alley, the witch decided vaguely to go there and question the manager about her owl – he had been acting lethargically as of late and she worried about him. Rising from her chair, offering a misty thanks for the treat, Luna did just that – crossing the alleyway and entering the shop with an almost float worthy motion. She offered no glance around her, ensuring only that her wand was behind her ear as she approached the counter.