Post by Willow on Jan 13, 2010 17:28:35 GMT 1
Ethal “Willow” Greenwood
25 , female, whatever gets her paid, half-blood, Escort, Hooker, Prostitute, Whore
25 , female, whatever gets her paid, half-blood, Escort, Hooker, Prostitute, Whore
the factfile[/font]
Height: 5’5
Build: Very flexible. Toned. Slight
Wand: Willow, 10 ¾ inches, unicorn tail hair.
Patronus: She was never able to produce a patronus, never being all that academic, only being able to produce the spark.
Boggart: Giant clown; she was chased by a clown at the circus when she was four. Never liked them since.
Dementor:
Willow's worse memory comes from the darkest time in her life. She was on a job, with a regular client. It started as it would normally. Meeting him in the bar downstairs, him leaving the money on the bar for her to pick up as he ordered her a drink. He was one of those customers who got shy about paying, you see, so leaving it on the bar made him feel like she wasn't there because she was being employed to be.
He liked the girlfriend treatment. Talk about his day, staying with him over night. You know the deal, act like a girlfriend, without the baggage. No heavy topics.
Then he changed.
He said it was part of the 'girlfriend' experience to be hit around. Hit, and bleeding and left on her own. So she left London. Well, Muggle London and found work somewhere safer.
Amortentia:
- Burning wood
- Fresh mint
- Peach schnapps
- Roasting chestnuts
Nicknames: Willow; used it as her Alias as a prostitute and it stuck. Taking her new name from the wood of her wand.
Clothing Style: The classier the better. Just because she’s a hooker doesn’t make her a slut. She might have slutty tendencies to suit some cliental but if it was up to her it would be designer all the way.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
- Edith Pope; retired, housewife
- Frederick Greenwood; retred, ex-ministry worker
Siblings: N/A
Relatives: N/A
Other Important Figures:
Silas Rosier; boss
Abraham Grey; client
Pets: N/A
Pensieve:
Ethal Greenwood was born into a family with very little. As she grew she learnt to live with charity shop clothing and if she ever had anything new, it was something she would treasure. She had known as long as she could remember about her father’s magical back ground, being a worker for a low paid sector of the ministry. On her 11th birthday she started to wish that her letter to Hogwarts would come, letting her escape the boredom and poverty of home.
She had never been much of a academically minded person, her primary education hadn’t been the best, and some of the simple things escaped her. She enjoyed lessons such as Care of Magical Creatures , and, quite obviously, found Muggle Studies a bit of a breeze. She enjoyed looking after animals, but had never been able to afford to keep a pet as a child. She didn’t particularly excel, but she didn’t flunk the subject either.
After school, managing to just scrape through her NEWTs by the skin of her teeth, she turned to bar work, flitting from bar to bar, doing a stint in Hogsmeade before moving to ‘Magical London’. By the age of 20 she had found out the one thing she was truly good at, and by God it paid well, and when you got that much pleasure from your job, it couldn’t be that bad a deal, could it?
She left the magical community for a while, finding that being an Escort was easier in the muggle world, safer. She didn’t sever her connects with her father’s roots, it being her day life, and the muggle word of prostitution by night. She soon found herself being able to afford the things she had never had the pleasure of owning before.
She was happy in life until one night, when one of her clients turned on her. He’d hit her, completely out of character for him, and ignoring her screaming still proceeding to take what he had paid for. Knocking her confidence, Ethal left the escorting lifestyle for a while, turning her search for work back to the wizarding world. Then she found Scores.
Silas Rosier hired her as a part time bar staff member, as well as the bouncers providing her with the safety she needed for her late night work – an entrepreneur of sorts after a rich man with more money than sense left her with a pile of cash after sleeping with him. Now with a select client list and a constant income, ‘Willow’ now finds that life is much better than it had been before, and she is more than happy with where she is, with nobody knowing her name. She was at quiet kid who sat at the back of class, deemed a bit stupid by her class mates nobody ever really knew her name, as far as they knew, Willow was exactly who she was.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
Sex; Men; Women; Sex; Money; Drink; Designer clothing; Sex; Good taste; Sex; Good music; Fine whiskey; Sex; Lingerie; Snow; Rodents; Horses; Running; Sex.
Dislikes:
Crazies; Being poor; Poor taste; Garters; French maid outfits; waitressing; school; Quidditch; People knowing Ethal; Clowns; overly crowded places
Quirks and Habits:
Clicking her fingers
Hair dye = friend
Won’t sleep in beds, only on sofas/armchairs
Won’t sleep on all nighters
Mirror of Erised:
Money. Lots of money. Lots of belongings. Lots of jewels. Lots of sex. Bliss.
In Depth Personality:
Ethal Vs Willow
Quiet – Flirt
No one – Anyone
Simple – Complicated
Grateful – Greedy
Quiet – Flirt
No one – Anyone
Simple – Complicated
Grateful – Greedy
There was once a time when Ethal and Willow existed as two separate beings. When she was working, she was Willow; sexy, confident Willow. When she was at home, she was Ethal; plain, introverted Ethal. That was a long time ago. Well, 5 years ago. Slowly Ethal disintegrated. Some might not see that as a bad thing; but some times you just want to escape from yourself, be somebody else. She can't do that any more; she used to be able to switch Willow off. Now, she can not. Life as Ethal bored her. She was a nobody who sat in a corner unknown to the world. Willow was a somebody, she was anybody people wanted her to be, paid her to be.
Ethal was a simplistic, arguably non-academic individual who knew the value of money. She was grateful for what she was given and strived to earn her way. She was a quiet girl, who never found the time to do work because she was escaping from the world in a good book. Stories and other live were something she strived for. From quiet to quietly whorish, she never really knew when all of it changed so much. One bout of confidence lead to her finding her path to becoming Willow, and she never looked back.
Although not the complete opposite of Ethal, Willow was a persona that Ethal could hide behind to escape who she had always been. Willow gave her a reason to reinvent herself, and now, back in the world she had grown up in, people seldom recognise her. She carries herself tall, walking with pride, holding a charisma that Ethal never had. Her life style and experiences shaped her into a hardy person who learnt how to deal with whatever life threw at her.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: MUCH
Time Zone: GMT
How Did You Find Us?: Blah blah blah.
Play By: Miss Piper.
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Amelia chuckled at his expression, he was such a child sometimes. In her amusement, she tapped him on his newly fixed nose, just to prove a point, and put her wand down on the floor beside them. She probably would have moved if Connor was anybody else, but she was perfectly comfortable where she sat and it gave her better access to his injuries. She examined her handiwork and smiled when she saw that his nose was back to normal, ”No lasting damage, it would seem. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty certain it’ll be fine,” she smiled at him, trying to calm his nerves again now she was done messing with magic.
Well, until he mentioned a potentially broken shoulder. She bit the inside of her lip, and her gaze followed his hand as he indicated where the pain was. Once he’d removed his hand, she gently ran her fingers over the bone atop his shirt, he flinched when she applied pressure to the broken bone. Just to check it was just bad bruising, she ran her other hand over the other side, mirroring her actions in comparison. Unable to tell fully, and even though pretty sure he was correct, she would need to be able to access the area better, so without asking she started to unbutton his shirt, knowing with his injured shoulder asking him to do it would be a waste of time.
”Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything,” she assured him, even if she did let her gaze wonder over the skin she’d exposed. She raised and lower appreciative brows, and smirked to herself, lowering her chin to examine his collarbone. She cringed, it was already bruised, all black and purple, and a visible protrusion of bone not breaking the skin, ”Ouch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth, ”This one won’t be so easy, but we can’t just leave it,” she reasoned, ”Not all pokey uppy like that,” she frowned slightly, shifting her weight so she got turn and rummage in the box. After half a minute she pulled out a piece of paper, and waved it slightly in Connor’s face before settling herself back down and reading through the list, ”Not impossible, but uh, not exactly a forte,” she said honestly, finding a spell on the list that she know before, but never had to use before now, she read the adverse effects the spell could have if done wrong and tried to hide her cringe, ”Don’t particularly want to make your bones disappear,” she said under her breath, smiling at the male before her.
Well, until he mentioned a potentially broken shoulder. She bit the inside of her lip, and her gaze followed his hand as he indicated where the pain was. Once he’d removed his hand, she gently ran her fingers over the bone atop his shirt, he flinched when she applied pressure to the broken bone. Just to check it was just bad bruising, she ran her other hand over the other side, mirroring her actions in comparison. Unable to tell fully, and even though pretty sure he was correct, she would need to be able to access the area better, so without asking she started to unbutton his shirt, knowing with his injured shoulder asking him to do it would be a waste of time.
”Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything,” she assured him, even if she did let her gaze wonder over the skin she’d exposed. She raised and lower appreciative brows, and smirked to herself, lowering her chin to examine his collarbone. She cringed, it was already bruised, all black and purple, and a visible protrusion of bone not breaking the skin, ”Ouch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth, ”This one won’t be so easy, but we can’t just leave it,” she reasoned, ”Not all pokey uppy like that,” she frowned slightly, shifting her weight so she got turn and rummage in the box. After half a minute she pulled out a piece of paper, and waved it slightly in Connor’s face before settling herself back down and reading through the list, ”Not impossible, but uh, not exactly a forte,” she said honestly, finding a spell on the list that she know before, but never had to use before now, she read the adverse effects the spell could have if done wrong and tried to hide her cringe, ”Don’t particularly want to make your bones disappear,” she said under her breath, smiling at the male before her.
