Post by Cait Sayer on Sept 17, 2009 23:24:00 GMT 1
Caitlyn Rose Sayer
30 going on 17, female, heterosexual, half-blood, ghost
30 going on 17, female, heterosexual, half-blood, ghost
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Date of Death: 25th December 2011
Height: 5’3
Build: Slender/petite
Wand:
. Vine with core of Dragon’s Heartstring – was useful for defensive spells in its use. Is now discarded with the rest of her belongings.
Patronus:
. She never learnt to cast a patronus, and now doesn’t have a use for it.
Boggart:
. Mass of water. On Christmas day in her seventh year, Cait drowned in the prefect’s bathroom after slipping on the tiled floor, and into the bath.
Dementor:
. Christmas day, 2011. She thought it would be a good start to the day to have a nice hot bath before meeting up with Idris for Christmas dinner with the other students who had stayed in the school for the holidays. She’d never stayed in the school for the holidays. But she didn’t want to leave Idris on his own to brood over his father’s passing, so had opted to stay.
. Having checked the temperature of the water was what she preferred, she stood to change, slipping on the puddle of water she had created. On her fall she hit her head, hard, on the stone floor, falling into the constantly filling bath. The taps still filling the hole in the floor.
. Next thing she knows she’s watching her own body float in the bath before her. It’s not the most interesting of experiences, and in truth, it’s really rather distressing. She didn’t really know how long she was sat there, but it was long enough before she heard the door open and somebody splashing through the water that had over spilled the bath that she couldn’t stop.
. Idris approached her, not seeing her spirit as she watched him see her body floating in the water. He didn’t say anything, turned her body over and looked at her, “It’s about time somebody turned up,” she stated, irritated that he hadn’t even noticed her floating there. Then he left. Left her floating there, both of her. And that was it. She was dead.
Amortentia:
. freshly cut grass; it just has that fresh summer smell to it.
. cookie dough; sickly sweet, gut-wrenchingly yummy to taste and thus to smell
. cold tea; it’s an Idris thing.
. tea tree oil; it’s relaxing
. jasmine; her favourite fragrance to wear.
Nicknames:
. Cait; doesn’t really go by anything else. Tends to be called Caitlyn when she’s in trouble.
Clothing Style:
. She lives in her pyjamas. A grey cami top and grey linen trousers. Bare feet. She doesn’t really have much of a choice in that matter. She used to get around in looser clothing, baggy jeans and hoodies that were three sizes too big. She was comfortable even if her clothes did just make her look smaller than she was.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
. Marvyn Matthew Sayer – Muggle; status unknown
. Rosaline Cathryn Port – Pure-blood – housewife- status unknown
Siblings:
. not applicable
Relatives:
. grandmother; Iris Port - status unknown
. grandmother; Adele Sayer - status unknown
Other Important Figures:
. Idris Argall
. Abraham Grey
Pets:
. Kitty – her mother’s cat - status unknown
Pensieve:
. birth, early childhood
. hogwarts
. idris
. Death
. life after death
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
. Idris; why else would she still be haunting him after all this time?
. Pop/Punk music; muggle style, from the 70s to the time she died.
. Loose clothing; it’s just more comfortable, and fits easier than fitted clothing.
. Easter; it’s a holiday that she doesn’t relate to death and depressing things. Plus copious amounts of chocolate.
. Chocolate; every teenage girl has to love the stuff. It’s, like, the law.
. Having a muggle father; it connects her to both worlds, and it is all rather illuminating, all the things she really likes come from the muggle world.
. Skating; ice, roller, board, it’s a hobby and a release.
Dislikes:
. Idris; sometimes he just needs to admit that she’s right…
. Poltergeists; they think they are all that, Cait believes she’s better at their job than they are.
. Christmas; doesn’t take a genius.
. Swimming; see above.
. Peanutbutter; it’s wrong, so wrong.
. Winter; brings an even grumpier Idris and her unable to touch things to move them.
. Cold tea; it tastes gross.
Quirks and Habits:
. walking through walls; it’s something she can do, and she can freak people out doing it.
. appearing randomly; usually in front of Abe to scare him.
. ruining Idris’ office; it’s amusing to watch him curse her.
. moving peoples things when they aren’t around; mainly Idris’ but around Christmas, when she avoids him, she settles for rearranging Abe’s office instead.
. being the most accident prone person known to man.
Mirror of Erised:
. there is only one thing that Cait wants now, more than anything else, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out was it is. She had been on her way to a pretty good life. She had her family, she had somebody who cared for her, and she was doing relatively well in school; then she died. She would give anything to have her life back, and go where it was headed, wherever that may be. Some days she sees herself on her own, living, breathing, just smiling and being happy being alive. Other times she sees a small family of her own, what she would have seen before her death.
In Depth Personality:
. there are so many words to describe both what Cait is, and what she isn’t. For instance, she is incredibly headstrong; when she wants something she’s not above going all out to get it, which does explain why she’s been sticking around the castle for the last thirteen years. Some would call her clingy; which she would protest to, but deep down she knows it is true – if she was’t she wouldn’t hold on to her past and she would let it go. But she is unable to do so; mainly down to her pride. Something she got from her father. He always told her to be proud of who she was and never to change for anybody.
. after her death, Cait left behind the simple, accident prone person she used to be, and changed into a slightly bitter, and a little bit twisted, ghost. That was exactly what she is though. A ghost of he girl she used to be. Hardly anything about her is the same. Pre-death, she was pretty fun-loving and would skip out of class to do what she wanted. She wasn’t particularly level-headed then, like now, but at least then she knew when enough was enough. Now she finds that if she doesn’t push it too far, she fears that she might be forgotten.
. other people would say that post-death she became, ever-so-slightly, obsessive. And although she doesn’t like to admit it, she can see what they mean, she spends her days haunting Idris, making sure he doesn’t forget her, and if she’s not with him, she’s talking about him to Abe. Some would say these actions make her seem pitiful, which she is. She feels sorry for herself a lot of the time, life was unfair to her and she wants to make sure the world knows about it.
. through the hatred and the unease of her spiritual self, it is clear to most that she is very much in love with the person she fails to leave behind. As much as it irritates her that he won’t admit to feeling the same way about her, she knows deep down that he does. Otherwise why would they know exactly how to wind each other up; exactly what buttons to push to make the other snap? Her ability to wind him up has given Cait a bitter edge, calculating and manipulating situations to her advantage. She wouldn’t do these things if there wasn’t a part of her old joking self lef behind, but she likes to make an impression, and she likes to make it last.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: Lots
Time Zone: GMT
How Did You Find Us?: Dude. You need to ask?
Play By: Hayden Panettiere
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Cait considered what Abe said to her, a small smirk playing on her face; ”Well,” she elongated, ”I am one of your Hufflepuff’s. You should have better control of me Professor,” she grinned, sidling closer to him, and leaning towards his ear. Over the many years that she had been in the castle, she’d started taking a lot of pleasure out of tormenting the Professor. Well, professors. Both Abraham and Idris made it so easy for her. She knew Abe was pretty much easy to any advances and Idris she was in love with. So she knew exactly how he ticked. She knew she made Abe feel a bit uneasy. She was technically older than him, but looked like a school girl, in her pyjamas, ”You know I don’t lead by example when I’m bored,” if she was having a day where she would actually be able to touch him she would have.
Cait couldn’t care about what teenagers wanted, it wasn’t the truth, why couldn’t they just leave it all alone? Scandal or not, it didn’t warrant a yearly gossip column based on them. That bloody newspaper recycled the same story every year to get the first years talking and the older students theorising the situation further, all it served to do was get Idris is a worse mood and put Cait off tormenting him because she lost all capability to do so. ”Tell ‘em about wolf girl, then they’ll find something else to talk about,” she commented off hand, at least then they wouldn’t be talking about her, ”I don’t care that we know he didn’t kill me! I want the world to know, I’m fed up of repeating myself. ‘I’m a klutz. It’s my fault!’” Cait grumbled under her breath about the book idea. People would be better off writing a book about Moaning Murtle.
”And a man drinking with a ghost is so much better!” Cait practically cooed over Abe’s puppy face. She’d have tapped him on the cheek in pity if she could, ”Maybe you could get Wolfgirl,” it wasn’t like Cait didn’t know her name, but if she was referred to as Ghost Girl by students she had to get her own back somehow, ”I hear she’s into older men,” she said, laughing to herself. So that paper was useful for some things. ”Though I don’t know if I could be held responsible for him boring you to death,” then she had a thought and clicked her ghostly fingers, ”Maybe I should let him bore you to death! Then I’ll have a ghostie friend!” a wicked smile spread across her face. It really was a good idea.
Abe and Cait did tend to always end up talking about her doomed relationship. ”I don’t want the whole ghost thing going on. I’m dead, why couldn’t I be that way? Dead. Not floating around being bored!” if she wouldn’t fall through it, she would have slumped into the chair by his desk. He seemed so flippant about it all, ”Maybe if I didn’t have the ghost thing going for me he would have admitted it by now! If people didn’t think he’d offed me he might be more open to it!” she argued only working herself up more. Maybe going out and drinking with Abe wasn’t such a bad idea, though it would be no fun for her. She couldn’t drink. She’d most likely have to sat up the whole time. And she’d never even tried to leave the castle, she didn’t even know if she could. It sucked to be a ghost. Especially when you’d not had a chance at life first.
Cait couldn’t care about what teenagers wanted, it wasn’t the truth, why couldn’t they just leave it all alone? Scandal or not, it didn’t warrant a yearly gossip column based on them. That bloody newspaper recycled the same story every year to get the first years talking and the older students theorising the situation further, all it served to do was get Idris is a worse mood and put Cait off tormenting him because she lost all capability to do so. ”Tell ‘em about wolf girl, then they’ll find something else to talk about,” she commented off hand, at least then they wouldn’t be talking about her, ”I don’t care that we know he didn’t kill me! I want the world to know, I’m fed up of repeating myself. ‘I’m a klutz. It’s my fault!’” Cait grumbled under her breath about the book idea. People would be better off writing a book about Moaning Murtle.
”And a man drinking with a ghost is so much better!” Cait practically cooed over Abe’s puppy face. She’d have tapped him on the cheek in pity if she could, ”Maybe you could get Wolfgirl,” it wasn’t like Cait didn’t know her name, but if she was referred to as Ghost Girl by students she had to get her own back somehow, ”I hear she’s into older men,” she said, laughing to herself. So that paper was useful for some things. ”Though I don’t know if I could be held responsible for him boring you to death,” then she had a thought and clicked her ghostly fingers, ”Maybe I should let him bore you to death! Then I’ll have a ghostie friend!” a wicked smile spread across her face. It really was a good idea.
Abe and Cait did tend to always end up talking about her doomed relationship. ”I don’t want the whole ghost thing going on. I’m dead, why couldn’t I be that way? Dead. Not floating around being bored!” if she wouldn’t fall through it, she would have slumped into the chair by his desk. He seemed so flippant about it all, ”Maybe if I didn’t have the ghost thing going for me he would have admitted it by now! If people didn’t think he’d offed me he might be more open to it!” she argued only working herself up more. Maybe going out and drinking with Abe wasn’t such a bad idea, though it would be no fun for her. She couldn’t drink. She’d most likely have to sat up the whole time. And she’d never even tried to leave the castle, she didn’t even know if she could. It sucked to be a ghost. Especially when you’d not had a chance at life first.
