N A M E:Margaret 'Margo' Solart-Scott, now Scott.
N I C K N A M E:Margo is essentially her only name at this point, but she's always open to some pet names.
G E N D E R:Female
A G E:October 10th 1998
B L O O D S T A T U S:Half-Blood (Mother was a muggle)
The first thing someone notices about Margo is always different. Whether it be her plethora of tattoos, striking blonde hair and green eyes, or just her generally positive attitude. Margo is a rather tall girl standing around five feet and eight inches. She has a slender frame that does have some muscle tone, but not much. Margo's most notable tattoos are on her back and her arms. On her back she has a very large picture frame. It frames the middle of her back and covers the back of shoulders and is easily visible in clothing that leaves less to the imagination. She was taught by her mother, a photographer at the time that anything someone framed was something they loved. If they wanted to really go out and actually frame something, there was an important reason for it. So she decided to get a frame on her back, this was done when Margo was only fifteen years old, though she had convinced the parlor she was eighteen.
Margo has a distinctive voice, it's rather calming although it is energetic. She has a tendency to play with her hair and is often seen having solo dance parties until someone joins up with her. She tends to wear mainly tank tops and jeans, though she is sometime seen wearing a scarf and leather coat should the weather really call for it. However, if she can bear it she'd rather just wear a tank top. That being said she isn't exactly a stranger to to a solid flannel shirt that is a few sizes too big or even just a big old comfy sweater. Can never really go wrong there, but her most common outfit is the standard tanktop-jean combo. Margo has been known to be very prone to bad posture. From setting her feet up on the dining tables, to taking huge bites of food at dinner, elbows on the table, slouching - the whole nine yards. She has somewhat bad manners for someone so polite.
Margo's accent is a Rhotic Lousianan a southern accent that leans on words and still pronounces the R's at the end of words.
H O U S E:Tituba.
Y E A R:7
E L E C T I V E S:Divination, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures
B E S T C L A S S:Defense Against the Dark Arts
W O R S T C L A S S:Potions
C L U B S:Quidditch – Tituba Team Seeker/Captain
Divination Club
W A N D:An Ash wand standing at eight inches total, very rigid with a Phoenix Feather core.
A wand almost as stubborn as she is. Small and dimnuitive holding back from what she is afraid could be great power or nothing short of completely average. The wand was picky at first, this line of thinking did not suit a wand that had potential to be so much more. But perhaps the wand realized that perhapsthe girl was the same way. Perhaps this girl also had great potential. It was hard to tell. The wand was intrigued by Margo.
P A T R O N U S:A Black Bear
Highly defensive of her cubs, the mother bear will viciously attack those that threaten her own. The same and more could be said about Margo, she is ruthless when it comes to those she loves.
B O G G A R T:Margo's biggest fear is what she could become. Her boggart can take a few different appearances depending on how she's feeling but it is always a very similar pattern. It has been her at an office desk, all of her tattoos laser-removed and her piercings taken out. She works with a picture of herself, alone, on a vacation to Florida at her desk. It horrifies Margo that she could eventually turn out to be nothing at all. The other form her boggart takes is somewhat more sinister, a form of Margo that has fallen to dark magic. Typically making serious threats about her friends and other loved ones. Though currently, she doesn't have to worry too much about that - she doesn't really have any friends going into seventh year.
F A M I L I A R:Margo recently came to care for a small Siberian Husky pup named Chinook. Sometimes she calls him Nookie, only she thinks it's all that funny though. She found him at a shelter and couldn't resist. Despite his size and inherent curiousity he has been great at following orders and since he's still small she's easily able to carry him in a coat pocket and a hood if need be. Though that won't continue for very long, obviously.
P E R S O N A L I T Y:Margo hates looking like she's trying really hard. Nothing scares her more than being seen for who she is, which is to say, scared and genuinely concerned about whether or not she is liked, thought about or spoken of. The worst thing Margo constantly battles with is that in her pursuit of being interesting she has failed and made herself nothing but a drab splash of paint on a cracked and crooked canvas. Sure, it'll catch your eye as you walk by, but you'll write it off within the first few seconds of seeing it. Margo has been drawn to people with big personalities for friendships, she has found that they are always looking for a good time and she can easily coast off the vibes they create. However she has taken up more than a few bad habits due to the stress of her Salem tour ending so soon.
She smokes nearly a pack every two days at this point and is constantly biting her nails, glancing sideways at people, and starting conversations that have no depth in an attempt to connect with people. She doesn't let herself see her own patterns, convincing herself that she is simply a true and true Tituba. Loyal, sure, but wayward. Lost, not belonging to anyone else really. The sorting candle turned blue after a moment of trepadation, and it seemed as though it saw right through Margo's facade. Not that she let anyone else in on that little fact. She has many things she'd love to say and do, but she honestly just doesn't know how.
While she felt really put out for being chosen as Tituba, as a seventh year in the house, she has an incredibly welcoming vibe about her for new students and simply younger ones. She even started a cheer when a student gets sorted to Tituba in which everyone stomps their feet to a certain beat. It is not uncommon to feel lost once you enter Tituba, Margo makes sure she finds you - however. She does her damndest to try and make sure that anyone sorted into the house is well looked after her, even if it puts Margo herself out.
R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:Margo is known to be gay, but she hasn't really found anyone yet. All the girls she had met so far had been from other houses and had been... In a nice way, not her type. In a slightly ruder way, somewhat boring? Margo is looking for a little adventure in life and certainly isn't one to settle as far as romance goes. Even if she is more inexperienced than she'd like going around. (That is to say, she'd be on her third girlfriend - if she could find one).
L I K E S:- Reading books to younger children. She has a good voice for it, though sometimes she struggles with mean voices.
- Nookie. The dog! He's a puppy and she pours time and attention into his adorable lil' paws.
- Her body as it currently stands. Her tattoos are especially important to her.
- Quidditch, nothing like showing up some smarmy Warren boys by being quick and being good with your hands.
- Warm foods and drinks, stew is his favourite along with coffee which he orders Double-double.
- D a n c e P a r t i e s
- Swing music, for the aforementioned, but also because she's a huge Paul Anka fan. Lonely Boy is indeed her shit. Just don't tell anyone. Ever.
D I S L I K E S:- Horror movies, could be bearable with a cuddle buddy, but she doesn't have anyone. So fuck that shit.
- Birds. Swooping is awful. She doesn't like the idea of being pooped on thank you.
- Orphanages. Not because of the work they do, just the over all atmosphere is relatively... She doesn't like it.
- Straight girls. No offense meant to them, but nothing is worse than hitting it off with someone you find out is looking for a Joe Bro.
- Coffee, how do you drink this devil's drink?
- Lectures, both the 'You fucked up' kind and the 'In 1924 Jesus said unto Lincoln' kind. Both awful.
- Planes. Humans were not meant to move at that speed at that altitude. I mean magic is one thing but Jesus.
H O B B I E S:- D a n c e P a r t i e s
- Drinking
- Watching the Stars
- Hanging out with her friends Trying to help out new students.
F E A R S:- Normalcy
- Bertrayal
- Dark Artes
B A C K G R O U N D:Margo was put up for adoption. This should make it fairly clear where her priorities were as a young girl. Which is to say, that as soon as she could spell 'fuck the system' she was looking for her birth parents. She must've made her foster parents really upset, at the time she thought they were nothing but crocodile's tears. They just wanted their little slave to stick around and they'd do anything to have that happen. Of course not, they loved her and she betrayed the trust they gave her. That was on her.
But at the age of ten she actually did find her mother. It wasn't easy though, and it wasn't what she had wanted.
See, there was a story she had found in the paper. A man had done something spectacular, some kind of heist, he was surrounded by the police one second and then another he was gone. This was reported to have taken place inside the big apple. So she made her way to Queens and started asking the serious questions. Most people laughed at her, I mean, she was ten. It wasn't until she heard a news story she was ready to pack it in. The man was caught, killed. It was time to pack it in. But a woman seemed shocked, she was breathing heavily, and she collapsed. Margo (Margaret Solart at the time, ((I know gross))) got help for her and made sure she was okay at the hospital. The woman was blown away, I mean this, again, was a ten year old girl. She asked her for her name. Margo gave it to her.
That was her mother. It took a while (two more years) for her mother to actually fess up and admit that she had belonged to her. But it was worth it when she finally got to go live with her birth mother. What wasn't great about the situation was finding out that the man on the news was her father. He was a practioner of the dark artes, using magic to steal things of great value from the muggle world. Later that year she told her mother her status as a witch and began attending Salem. Her mother was concerned, of course, but ultimately trusting. Which was nice of her.
Margo still worries to this day, however. What swayed her father? What possessed him to turn to the dark artes for power. She would perhaps find out one day, it was not something Margo looked forward to. In fact, it was her greatest fear and her largest drive.
Her time at Salem has been... Troubling, she has been stressed by her placement in Tituba and her inability to make friends - for whatever reason. She has taken up smoking, picking at her nails and skin and has overall gained a much more destructive personality. Along with losing quite a bit of her appetite. Still, she is more than convinced she can turn it around in her final year. She's hopeful, but that scares her almost as much as already having been rejected by so many does.