darcy evaine ross

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: positive, bubbly, talkative, everyone's friend, athletic, creative, outgoing, caring, colourful, flirty, confident, promiscuous
Negative Traits: impulsive, vain, easily jealous, a bit fanciful, impatient, competitive, gossip
Quirks and Habits:
Hair - Darcy started dying her hair different colours during Christmas break of her 5th year. Her favourites are blue, purple and pink but she goes with generally any colours.
Make up - though she is an athlete, she is always seen with make up on. If she isn’t wearing any then it’s a clear sign that something is wrong.
Twitches - whenever nervous, Darcy twitches - her leg bounces, she twists her hands together or taps her fingers on a counter
Russian - she’s part Russian through her mother’s side of the family and learnt to speak the language at a young age thanks to her grandmother. Whenever she’s angry she reverts to Russian, and swears frequently in Russian.
Likes: Quidditch, make up, colouring her hair, bananas, lemons, hazelnuts, the beach, early morning runs, baking, tea, cats, tattoos
Dislikes: coffee, judgment, peas, things being plain, antiques, goody two shoes, rule followers
Boggart: The loss of her family
Mirror of Erised: Herself on a famous all girls quidditch team
Patronus: a cat (specifically her first cat, Ale)

HISTORY

Darcy Evaine Ross was born on July 16, 2002 at a bright and early 5:30am, precisely 22 ½ minutes after her twin brother, Levi Brastuis Ross (Gryffindor), making her the youngest in a family of now 5 children. She has three other older brothers - Henry Christopher Galahad (December 1994, Hufflepuff), Theodore Lohengrin (February 1996, Ravenclaw) and Arden Gareth (August 1998, Slytherin). Her dad and uncle are named Percival and Gwaine respectively, so the family decided to carry on the Arthurian theme through the children's middle names.

The Ross’ are quite the creative family - father Percival (pureblood) is a musician whilst mother Lottie (muggle) was a professional ballerina until she finally laid that to rest when she fell pregnant with Arden. She now runs her own dance school. Uncle Gwaine runs his own antique store and throughout her childhood, Darcy would often go in and help him store things to pass the time.

Her first sign of magic came when she was 6 ½ when she made an army of stuffies float down the hallway behind her as she marched around (at least she didn’t make cake batter explode everywhere like Henry did with his first sign, or explode the toilet like Arden).

Through her father’s side, Darcy is English and Scottish and through her mother’s side she is English and Russian (you know she’s pissed off at you when she starts throwing Russian at you, beware).

Her love of Quidditch came from her eldest brother, Henry, who was on the Hufflepuff team in his school years. Once old enough to use magic outside of school, he was always taking Darcy for trips on his broom, teaching her everything she could so she started her first year with quite the knowledge of flying already.

In her fifth year, she started dying her hair lots of colours.

PLAYER

RP Alias: Tori
Pronouns: She/her
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Other Characters: CHASTITY TREVINO ARCHIBALD MACKENZIE
Roleplay example:
Lunch break meant a coffee break and god did she need it today. A quick check up appointment with a patient who two weeks ago had burnt themselves when a potion splashed back on them had turned into an hour and a half long consultation when she had learnt he hadn’t been following his after care plan. Instead of the burn sites healing, they had started bubbling and sprouting (yes, sprouting!). When will patients learn to listen to their damn healers? Chastity had tried her best to keep her cool but in the end she had snapped and gotten into an argument with the patient instead. She needed the coffee now.

There was a small park by work that had a cart inside that sold reasonably okay coffee - an extra sachet of sugar usually masked the added bitterness that came with cheap coffee. She would usually spend her lunch break with sketchbook in hand drawing those who wandered around the park but she had been running late that morning and in her haste to get to work, she had left her satchel by her bed so instead Chastity glanced around the park.

There was a woman she recognised sitting on a bench - she was on of St Mungos fully trained healers on the serious bites ward. She had met her briefly when her traineeship began but she hadn’t had much to do with her since. Evie, Eva...something like that...no, Evelyn! That was it. Evelyn. She could see the older woman grasping at her stomach and looked clearly shocked. Unwanted or unplanned pregnancy, perhaps? She looked as though she needed either a distraction or assistance. Usually Chastity would simply ignore her and carry on her way but she knew it was a good idea to be at least somewhat friendly with colleagues - she never knew when she would need a favour and it was always easier if they didn’t hate you.

“Are you okay, Evelyn?” She took the empty spot on the bench next to her.