Garden Gnome

Hogwarts: Before the War

Anyone interested in having any form of relations for my Heidi, feel free to let me know! I'm keen for anything really.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Roxanne "Black Rose" Westfield

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Well, the plan was a success. Not a complete success, but still a success in some from at least. Once the trio had opened fire on Dawson’s men, it seemed to attract all sorts of attention, as more and more strangers began to join up with them as they took the fight to Dawson’s gang. She’d thought that the sucker Bradley had gone down for good after that hit he took from the Coyote, but that would have made things too easy for them, wouldn’t it? Now they had to content with the moron yelling in their direction as two of his goons dragged him into cover.

The high pitched scream that came next drew more than just a few looks as several heads turned to the source of the noise. Roxanne thought she saw Taheton glance her way, but she’d just be mistaken anyhow. The scream had belonged to another woman riding a horse who had been wounded by a gunshot as she rode into the firefight. The attention on the woman was soon lost as she returned her focus to the fight.

There was a lot of smack talk between both sides, and for what it was worth, the ones given by the Coyote was definitely on point. The Black Rose fired away the remaining rounds in her revolvers and returned them to their holsters.

Unslinging the Winchester 1876 from her back, she’d just fired over a round, when a angry hiss captured the attention of just about everyone. The source, a stick of dynamite that had landed at Leo’s feet. Roxanne watched as her companion fumbled with the explosive, not knowing how to do with it. As he ran away with the stick trying to get rid of it, Dawson’s men took their chance to aim shots of him while he ran down the road.

Taking a brief look around, she saw Taheton moving back to tend to the wounded woman. She focused her efforts on the remaining Dawson’s men and that was when she heard the loud explosion, only to hear Taheton warning about more incoming.

The firefight had definitely escalated into a noisy one that was for sure. SHe'd been doing well so far, but with explosives like dynamites and such, who knew how things would turn out? Explosives were fickle things.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Roxanne "Black Rose" Westfield

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The three of them were an unlikely trio, a man, a woman and a native Indian. They had been united for a common purpose, and it was this purpose that saw the three people with different upbringings and stories of their own come together to bring down the menace that is Richard Dawson and his gang of scum and villainy. Not that Roxanne was particularly free of any sin herself, but when compared to the likes of Dawson, she was as good as a saint. Sure, she had robbed and killed people, but Richard Dawson had done things far, far worse. The trio made their way into the saloon, and as Leo found themselves a table, his two other companions took their seat.

It wasn’t that much long later before their targets arrived, just as the Coyote himself had expected. The Black Rose had been unsure of how reliable his source of information had been, but fortunately for them, it proved to be true. Keeping her eyes focused on the two scum, her gazed swiveled and focused onto one of them at the sound of a commotion erupted.

Her stare shot daggers at the man, Leonard Freemont as he grabbed the working woman by the hair. Her fists clenched and balled into a fist in anger. Scum like these were too good to be left alive. Henry began speaking up, challenging the authority of Dawson’s men, and Roxy was more than ready to support him should the need arose. The confrontation eventually escalated to the point where they were ready for a showdown. She got up and followed the Coyote and Taheton out into the hot sun, her hands ever ready at her holsters. The sound of horses approaching soon brought along more Dawson men. Aww well, more to kill then.

As soon as Leo fired as his shot, eliminating Bradley before the poor shit even realised what happened to him, his other two companions began to work on Dawson’s gang. Taheton took care of Freemont by tossing his tomahawk into his chest, and Roxy relieved her twin revolvers from their holsters, spitting lead as they emptied their load onto the mounted men, toppling three before they could reach for their guns. She ran for cover as the rest began to return fire. A sly smile crept onto her face for this was just another day at work for her.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Roxanne Westfield

a.k.a. Black Rose

"I ain't afraid to love a man.
I ain't afraid to shoot him either!"

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Full Name:

Roxanne Westfield

Also known as:

Roxy, Black Rose

Age:

26

Gender:

Female

Occupation:

Bandit

Known Family:

Samson Westfield (Father) - Deceased
Anne Westfield (Mother) - Deceased
Jackson Westfield (Brother) - Deceased

Accompanied by:

A Mustang Stallion. Rocky is his name

Equipment:

Winchester Model 1876
Twin Colt 1873 Single Action Revolver

Skills:

Marksmanship
Horse riding
Lockpicking
Quick on the draw

Appearance

Roxanne stands at about 5 feet 6 inches The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is heart-shaped, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her shoulder-length hair is a rich shade of chestnut brown that may appear to be a lighter or darker hue, depending on the lighting conditions. Her skin is tanned and boasts a hint of golden undertones and carries some scars from her days of banditry. Her figure is pear-shaped and athletic with her fair share of muscles gained from her highly physical lifestyle.

Personality:

Roxanne’s quite the character. She’s been known to be both bold and adventurous, always keen in trying out new things, be it discovering new places or partaking in activities she had never done before. She’s not exactly fearless, it’s just that there is little that scares her to begin with. Possessing a mean daredevil streak within her, she’s never overly cautious and has no qualms about diving face-first into danger, which most would regard as needless recklessness. Roxy isn’t one to be afraid or hesitant when it comes to doing or committing to decisions. When she decides on a task, she follows through from start to end. Telling her that something is dangerous only seems to excite her more into being involved than otherwise. For the most part, she’s carefree, taking whatever curve balls decide to throw at her next.

Biography:

I was born the only girl to my parents Samson and Anne Westfield. We were ranchers who reared and owned horses for a living and thus my brother and I learnt to ride horses from an early age. As we grew up, riding began to feel like second nature to us, and the whole family helped out at the ranch throughout the day doing a variety of duties and responsibilities. Papa thought it would best if everyone in the family learnt how to shoot, and so we both eventually learnt the inner workings of a pistol and rifle as soon as we were able. I very soon discovered that I had a natural talent with the weapons that made my father awfully proud.

One day, a group of armed men on horses came to the farm, demanding from Papa the liberation of his horses for the needs of Richard Dawson and his men. They were to get nothing in return except for the gratitude of Mr. Dawson(which was honestly worse that horse shit anyhow). Papa wasn't having it, not by any means. A gunfight soon ensued, and we were heavily outnumbered. Papa and Mama told us to run, while they fought valiantly, but their lives and ammo were eventually spent, claimed by the men of Dawson. Tears ran down our face, as I sworn vehemently that one day I would have my revenge against Richard Dawson.

Me and my brother managed to join up with a bandit gang, which did all forms of illegal activities ranging from acting as highwaymen to carrying out contract work and even robbing establishments such as banks and more. The leader's name was called Big Nose Fred and I was his third. With every successful heist, our notoriety grew. Wanted posters began to show up for our more famous brothers and sisters-in arms. The group had frequent run-ins with other outlaws and their groups, not to mention the Dawsons and their cronies. During one of the confrontations, Big Nose Fred and most of the gang were ambushed and wiped out by one of the rival gangs.

The rest of the remaining survivors scattered, and their band of bandits was no more. My brother Jackson had been one of them, which meant that I had no family members left. Now all by my lonesome, I wandered alone until I heard that a group was being formed to take down Richard Dawson. Now that was a cause I could get behind.

Recruited:

Yes

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

My character is finally done!

Roxanne Westfield

Roxanne Westfield

a.k.a. Black Rose

"I ain't afraid to love a man.
I ain't afraid to shoot him either!"

_________________________________________________________________________________________

Full Name:

Roxanne Westfield

Also known as:

Roxy, Black Rose

Age:

26

Gender:

Female

Occupation:

Bandit

Known Family:

Samson Westfield (Father) - Deceased
Anne Westfield (Mother) - Deceased
Jackson Westfield (Brother) - Deceased

Accompanied by:

A Mustang Stallion. Rocky is his name

Equipment:

Winchester Model 1876
Twin Colt 1873 Single Action Revolver

Skills:

Marksmanship
Horse riding
Lockpicking
Quick on the draw

Appearance

Roxanne stands at about 5 feet 6 inches The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is heart-shaped, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her shoulder-length hair is a rich shade of chestnut brown that may appear to be a lighter or darker hue, depending on the lighting conditions. Her skin is tanned and boasts a hint of golden undertones and carries some scars from her days of banditry. Her figure is pear-shaped and athletic with her fair share of muscles gained from her highly physical lifestyle.

Personality:

Roxanne’s quite the character. She’s been known to be both bold and adventurous, always keen in trying out new things, be it discovering new places or partaking in activities she had never done before. She’s not exactly fearless, it’s just that there is little that scares her to begin with. Possessing a mean daredevil streak within her, she’s never overly cautious and has no qualms about diving face-first into danger, which most would regard as needless recklessness. Roxy isn’t one to be afraid or hesitant when it comes to doing or committing to decisions. When she decides on a task, she follows through from start to end. Telling her that something is dangerous only seems to excite her more into being involved than otherwise. For the most part, she’s carefree, taking whatever curve balls decide to throw at her next.

Biography:

I was born the only girl to my parents Samson and Anne Westfield. We were ranchers who reared and owned horses for a living and thus my brother and I learnt to ride horses from an early age. As we grew up, riding began to feel like second nature to us, and the whole family helped out at the ranch throughout the day doing a variety of duties and responsibilities. Papa thought it would best if everyone in the family learnt how to shoot, and so we both eventually learnt the inner workings of a pistol and rifle as soon as we were able. I very soon discovered that I had a natural talent with the weapons that made my father awfully proud.

One day, a group of armed men on horses came to the farm, demanding from Papa the liberation of his horses for the needs of Richard Dawson and his men. They were to get nothing in return except for the gratitude of Mr. Dawson(which was honestly worse that horse shit anyhow). Papa wasn't having it, not by any means. A gunfight soon ensued, and we were heavily outnumbered. Papa and Mama told us to run, while they fought valiantly, but their lives and ammo were eventually spent, claimed by the men of Dawson. Tears ran down our face, as I sworn vehemently that one day I would have my revenge against Richard Dawson.

Me and my brother managed to join up with a bandit gang, which did all forms of illegal activities ranging from acting as highwaymen to carrying out contract work and even robbing establishments such as banks and more. The leader's name was called Big Nose Fred and I was his third. With every successful heist, our notoriety grew. Wanted posters began to show up for our more famous brothers and sisters-in arms. The group had frequent run-ins with other outlaws and their groups, not to mention the Dawsons and their cronies. During one of the confrontations, Big Nose Fred and most of the gang were ambushed and wiped out by one of the rival gangs.

The rest of the remaining survivors scattered, and their band of bandits was no more. My brother Jackson had been one of them, which meant that I had no family members left. Now all by my lonesome, I wandered alone until I heard that a group was being formed to take down Richard Dawson. Now that was a cause I could get behind.

Recruited:

Yes

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@Jones Sparrow

Hey sorry about being so late. Been busy with work. This also filled up incredibly quickly! Just to confirm that those who expressed interest are still able to join? If so, I will get a character up ASAP.

Camp Velvet Oak

This sounds really interesting!

A Western "Revenge" RP!

I've never done a Western RP before but this sounds really interesting!

Hogwarts: Before the War

Heidi Keller

Name:
Heidi Keller

Age:
Fourteen

Birthday:
January 5th

Sex:
Female

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Nationality:
Swiss

School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Halfblood

Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor - "You were ultimately place in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat seriously considered putting you in Ravenclaw. You are a natural born leader, often taking control of the reins from others whose recklessness or dedication to facts and knowledge clouds their judgement. You are intelligent, but acknowledge that there are more important things in life, and therefore aim to use your intelligence and determination to fight for what you believe to be right. Your slight compatibility with Slytherin house suggests a determination to succeed, though not at the expense of traits from your more dominant houses."

Pet:
Hans the snowy owl

Boggart:
Heidi's boggart is none other than an enormous Burmese python, the very same she first encountered in the London zoo. She had crept up to the snakes display to take a look but the otherwise docile snake had other plans, charging at the display glass separating them giving the poor girl quite a bit of a shock. It was safe to say that she was terrified of all snakes ever since, no matter the size. It's humorous form is that of a pink-scaled snake adorned with an equally outrageous pink feather boa guaranteed to get a giggle out of almost anyone.

Wand:
English Oak with phoenix feather, 12 inches, unyielding

English Oak - "A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizard kind for both magic and pleasure."

Phoenix Feather - "This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are also the hardest to tame.

Favourite Lesson:

Defence Against the Dark Arts
She has always been the brave sort who loved to face her fears especially when it came to all sorts of magical creatures, so Defence Against the Dark Arts became a natural pick for her. Heidi found the ability to defend herself and others from the these creatures and the Dark arts especially important, and the curriculum learnt also helped further foster her interest in duelling, as her knowledge of both defensive and offensive magic grew. This was no surprise to anyone that knew her.

Least Favourite Lesson:

Divination
Heidi had always found Divination boring. While others had found themselves mystified and in awe by the subject, it had no such effect on her. She found all the Inner eye mumbo-jumbo the professor loved to mutter about incessantly annoying, but somehow could still see the benefits of studying such a subject. Divination was one of the most difficult magical arts to master, even more so if the student did not have the sight. She'd never particularly found herself gifted in the sight and perhaps that could have led her to this frustration and annoyance with the subject. She frequently had her mind on other things after all.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch (Gryffindor Seeker), Duelling club

Appearance:
Heidi’s distinct features are adorned with a pair of chocolate brown doe-shaped eyes that sparkle with a hidden sense of determination and passion. Framed by light lashes, they are expressive and one can often tell her emotions through them. Her slender and slightly pointed nose comes from her father and helps balance the rest of her facial features nicely. Her straight locks are a dark shade of chestnut brown that she usually wears down unless an activity requires otherwise, then those brown locks would be tied up in a simple ponytail or tied up in a bun for ease of movement. She has a slim figure but without a doubt physically fit as she loves to engage in sports. Her complexion is clear and her skin tanned with a hint of golden undertones. Whenever she feels embarrassed or angry, her skin tends to flushes easily, becoming rosy pink.

Personality:
Being brave and adventurous has been something Heidi has never lacked from a young age. Being afraid of hardly anything, she would be keen and curious enough to try everything and give it at least a go. Always chipper and energetic, there’s hardly any downtime with her, and she’ll always be going off doing something, or on route to doing some crazy activity. It isn’t wrong to say that she leads a hyperactive lifestyle and loves getting her hands dirty and getting into the middle of things. She enjoys other people taking an interest in her activities and sometimes don’t even mind them getting into her space. Of course, that’s on the condition that they don’t intrude on her principles and freedom and she hopes they return in kind. She enjoys sharing her experiences, especially with the people she cares about.

Despite her appearance, she very much grew up as a tomboy, more interested in roughing it out in the dirt with the boys rather than having tea-party with the girls and their dolls. While she can appear to be simple at a glance, she is actually more enigmatic than she seems to be. Friendly but private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on her literary studies, she can be difficult to predict, even to her loved ones and closest friends. She is intensely loyal and steady, but her commitment to activities can shift on a whim whenever the burst of impulsive energy in her explodes into a different direction. Her impulsive nature often sees her as the first one who tells an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone’s life, roughhouse and play around without a regard for the individual’s feelings. Even with these faults, her optimistic and vivacious nature makes her naturally likable and easy enough to befriend.

Backstory:
Heidi was born on a chilly November morning to Luther and Greta Keller in Zürich, Switzerland. The end of Autumn was approaching ever so steadily as the beginning of winter began to gradually show its signs. The temperatures had begun to dip even further than it had before, and perhaps it was something about being born in such a period that eventually made the girl grow up to be nonchalant about the cold. Luther was an exceptional watch-maker who also dabbled in clock-making, and he owned a fine little shop in the city center. His wife Greta was a cook, and often spent her time raising Heidi and helping out her husband with his business. The Kellers were half-bloods who were just as in touch with the Muggle world as they were the Magical world. Having a foot in both worlds was a great way to do business, as everyone needed to keep time. At the age of nine, the Kellers immigrated to London, England in the United Kingdom. The Swiss homeland was saturated with watchmakers and Luther wanted to make a carve a niche for himself in the British scene. The girl was given the reason that her father was pursuing new business opportunities and she left it at that, too young and unbothered to care otherwise.

Heidi was always brought up to treat people indiscriminately regardless of their blood status. Unless they have given her a reason to distrust them, she always gives them the benefit of the doubt. She grew up being fluent in both English and German and can easily switch between the two easily and seamlessly. Her first few years in Hogwarts went well, and she made her fair bit of friends. With a great passion for Quidditch, she tried out for the Gryffindor seeker position and was eventually given the opportunity to represent the house on the team. She has never slackened in both her studies and duties and always challenges herself with better goals. Heidi is still somewhat undecided on what she wants to do after she graduates and thus keeps her options open.

Extra:
Heidi is fluent in both English and German, although she does has a tendency to curse in German sometimes. Old habits die hard.

Hogwarts: Before the War

@Peridot

I think I managed to find a picture of her back she was in her mid teens, let me know if this will do? I have also corrected her age and added in some reasons for her subjects.

Heidi Keller

Name:
Heidi Keller

Age:
Fourteen

Birthday:
January 5th

Sex:
Female

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Nationality:
Swiss

School Year :
Fifth

Blood Status:
Halfblood

Hogwarts House:
Gryffindor - "You were ultimately place in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat seriously considered putting you in Ravenclaw. You are a natural born leader, often taking control of the reins from others whose recklessness or dedication to facts and knowledge clouds their judgement. You are intelligent, but acknowledge that there are more important things in life, and therefore aim to use your intelligence and determination to fight for what you believe to be right. Your slight compatibility with Slytherin house suggests a determination to succeed, though not at the expense of traits from your more dominant houses."

Pet:
Hans the snowy owl

Boggart:
Heidi's boggart is none other than an enormous Burmese python, the very same she first encountered in the London zoo. She had crept up to the snakes display to take a look but the otherwise docile snake had other plans, charging at the display glass separating them giving the poor girl quite a bit of a shock. It was safe to say that she was terrified of all snakes ever since, no matter the size. It's humorous form is that of a pink-scaled snake adorned with an equally outrageous pink feather boa guaranteed to get a giggle out of almost anyone.

Wand:
English Oak with phoenix feather, 12 inches, unyielding

English Oak - "A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizard kind for both magic and pleasure."

Phoenix Feather - "This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are also the hardest to tame.

Favourite Lesson:

Defence Against the Dark Arts
She has always been the brave sort who loved to face her fears especially when it came to all sorts of magical creatures, so Defence Against the Dark Arts became a natural pick for her. Heidi found the ability to defend herself and others from the these creatures and the Dark arts especially important, and the curriculum learnt also helped further foster her interest in duelling, as her knowledge of both defensive and offensive magic grew. This was no surprise to anyone that knew her.

Least Favourite Lesson:

Divination
Heidi had always found Divination boring. While others had found themselves mystified and in awe by the subject, it had no such effect on her. She found all the Inner eye mumbo-jumbo the professor loved to mutter about incessantly annoying, but somehow could still see the benefits of studying such a subject. Divination was one of the most difficult magical arts to master, even more so if the student did not have the sight. She'd never particularly found herself gifted in the sight and perhaps that could have led her to this frustration and annoyance with the subject. She frequently had her mind on other things after all.

Extracurricular Activities:
Quidditch (Gryffindor Seeker), Duelling club

Appearance:
Heidi’s distinct features are adorned with a pair of chocolate brown doe-shaped eyes that sparkle with a hidden sense of determination and passion. Framed by light lashes, they are expressive and one can often tell her emotions through them. Her slender and slightly pointed nose comes from her father and helps balance the rest of her facial features nicely. Her straight locks are a dark shade of chestnut brown that she usually wears down unless an activity requires otherwise, then those brown locks would be tied up in a simple ponytail or tied up in a bun for ease of movement. She has a slim figure but without a doubt physically fit as she loves to engage in sports. Her complexion is clear and her skin tanned with a hint of golden undertones. Whenever she feels embarrassed or angry, her skin tends to flushes easily, becoming rosy pink.

Personality:
Being brave and adventurous has been something Heidi has never lacked from a young age. Being afraid of hardly anything, she would be keen and curious enough to try everything and give it at least a go. Always chipper and energetic, there’s hardly any downtime with her, and she’ll always be going off doing something, or on route to doing some crazy activity. It isn’t wrong to say that she leads a hyperactive lifestyle and loves getting her hands dirty and getting into the middle of things. She enjoys other people taking an interest in her activities and sometimes don’t even mind them getting into her space. Of course, that’s on the condition that they don’t intrude on her principles and freedom and she hopes they return in kind. She enjoys sharing her experiences, especially with the people she cares about.

Despite her appearance, she very much grew up as a tomboy, more interested in roughing it out in the dirt with the boys rather than having tea-party with the girls and their dolls. While she can appear to be simple at a glance, she is actually more enigmatic than she seems to be. Friendly but private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on her literary studies, she can be difficult to predict, even to her loved ones and closest friends. She is intensely loyal and steady, but her commitment to activities can shift on a whim whenever the burst of impulsive energy in her explodes into a different direction. Her impulsive nature often sees her as the first one who tells an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone’s life, roughhouse and play around without a regard for the individual’s feelings. Even with these faults, her optimistic and vivacious nature makes her naturally likable and easy enough to befriend.

Backstory:
Heidi was born on a chilly November morning to Luther and Greta Keller in Zürich, Switzerland. The end of Autumn was approaching ever so steadily as the beginning of winter began to gradually show its signs. The temperatures had begun to dip even further than it had before, and perhaps it was something about being born in such a period that eventually made the girl grow up to be nonchalant about the cold. Luther was an exceptional watch-maker who also dabbled in clock-making, and he owned a fine little shop in the city center. His wife Greta was a cook, and often spent her time raising Heidi and helping out her husband with his business. The Kellers were half-bloods who were just as in touch with the Muggle world as they were the Magical world. Having a foot in both worlds was a great way to do business, as everyone needed to keep time. At the age of nine, the Kellers immigrated to London, England in the United Kingdom. The Swiss homeland was saturated with watchmakers and Luther wanted to make a carve a niche for himself in the British scene. The girl was given the reason that her father was pursuing new business opportunities and she left it at that, too young and unbothered to care otherwise.

Heidi was always brought up to treat people indiscriminately regardless of their blood status. Unless they have given her a reason to distrust them, she always gives them the benefit of the doubt. She grew up being fluent in both English and German and can easily switch between the two easily and seamlessly. Her first few years in Hogwarts went well, and she made her fair bit of friends. With a great passion for Quidditch, she tried out for the Gryffindor seeker position and was eventually given the opportunity to represent the house on the team. She has never slackened in both her studies and duties and always challenges herself with better goals. Heidi is still somewhat undecided on what she wants to do after she graduates and thus keeps her options open.

Extra:
Heidi is fluent in both English and German, although she does has a tendency to curse in German sometimes. Old habits die hard.

Sample

Heidi was frantic. She couldn't find her broom. She'd distinctly remembered leaving it right there, next to her bed not less than fifteen minutes ago, and now it was missing. How in the world was she going to show up for practice later without a broom? Would that mean that they would have someone else be the Seeker instead? That wouldn't do. At all. Entertaining the possibility that someone might have taken it by mistake, the brunette began searching high-and-low for any sign of her broom. It was practically searching for a needle in a haystack but there was little more she could do other than dissolve into a pile of quivering mess. She moved through corridors after corridors, moving from the dormitories to the common room, and towards the other parts of the school grounds before she somehow found herself at the Grand Staircase, which she climbed without hesitation, her mind fully occupied with both thoughts and worries of the consequences of the loss of her broom.

By the time she reached the sixth floor, Heidi lowered herself onto the side of a wall, her hands buried into her face as she fought back tears that were threatening to emerge from her eyes. Praying to whichever gods which might listen, magic or muggle, she prayed, hoping to find the broom before practice. "Please help me find my broom. I need it. Bitte." The girl opened her eyes to the sight of the door of the Room of Requirement. A door that wasn't quite there before. Without further hesitation, her spirits now buoyed by the hope that this was her prayers being answered, Heidi headed into the room. The room was filled with furniture and old books, but deeper in, her eyes landed upon the sight of a broomstick on a table. Her steps quickened as she approached the table. Forget her old Cleansweep Three, this was a Cleansweep Five!