Alexandria Stonewell

Name: Alexandria Stonewell
Nickname(s): Alex
Birthday: 5th July
Age: 11
Year: First
House: (Can be added once sorted)
Blood Type: Unknown
Loyalties: Undecided
Play By: Emma Roberts

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 5'4", tall for her age and she'll grow.
Body Type: lither, athletic, slightly muscular
Distinguishing Marking(s): A crescent scar just below her elbow she got when she got into a fight with a boy from the neighborhood who pushed her into a glass window.
Dress Style: Can't stand the thought of trying on billions of dresses, so she just throws on whatever comes to her hand.

Quirks: Is always singing a song, hyperactive.
Likes: money, food, computer games, technology, breaking rules, winning, being proven right, fitting in, making people laugh being in the spotlight, pulling pranks, sarcasm, music, annoying people, talking, acting crazy, having fun, making friends

Dislikes: perfection, stereotypes, being looked down upon, girly stuff, pink stuff.

Strengths:
Cheery,
upbeat,
optimistic,
brave,
liberal,
loyal
intelligent,
quick with her hands,
kind but only if its glaring in her face,
honest,
straightforward,
creative
can put two and two together quick enough
fast runner

Weaknesses:
clumsy
her likes
moody,
arrogant but at the right moments, gets prone to doubting her self,
mean,
can't figure out other people's feelings,
can be manipulative,
can seem to be cold and calculating,
materialistic,
lazy, until something captures her attention, then she goes after it relentlessly
quick to get angry,
does not like to give second chances,
sometimes, her words hurt
too easy to get close to,
blunt
too much of a risk seeker

Family:
FATHER: Richard Storm (Foster)
MOTHER: Jessica Storm (Foster)
SIBLING(S): Daniel Storm (Foster)

Personal History: (At least one paragraph)
Alexandria was found in a cardboard box by her foster parents. Wrapped in a blanket, with a charms bracelet carefully tucked inside, she had a slip of paper pinned to the box stating her name and date of birth. Her foster parents, the Storms, took her tot he community center, where her picture was splashed around on flyers. Nobody claimed her and she was given into the care of the Storms, who raised her up like the daughter they never had.

When they found out their adoptive daughter was a witch, they freaked and were shocked, but help from her neighbor Theresa Hamilton, who beside from being a witch, was Alex's long time best friend, and her father, soon helped the Storms come to terms with the fact that Alex was a witch. It also helped that they really loved her, and couldn't dream of the family without her

Upon reaching Hogwarts, Alex finds herself drawn to the rich history of the pure blood families, searching for some clue that might help her in figuring out who her parents are. In reality, she just wants to know that they are dead, so she can get closure and skip the feeling of abandonment she sometimes feels.

Wand: (Can be filled out once you receive it)
Pets: (To be added once purchased at the Magical Menagerie)

Friends: N/A
Relationship: N/A
Enemies: N/A

RP Receiving Your Acceptance Letter:
Alex woke up in irritation, proudly having smashed her seventh alarm clock this month. Not that her mother was pleased about that, angry, shocked, and really, really, annoyed would describe her better. A fact she made very clear when she cam up to see what that gigantic crash had been about.

"Not again!" She asked in an irritated voice, her hands on her hips as she watched the eleven year old, well to be precise ten-and-one-week-less-than-eleven, but what does one week matter anyways?

In response, Alex very eloquently yawned, and tried hard not to giggle as her father imitated her mother's stern stance from the doorway, directly behind his wife. Jessica Storm is hard to fool though and with an exasperated expression, she turned to her husband, who immediately sobered up, making Alex burst into spontaneous laughter.

Carefully evading his wife's narrowed eyes, Richard Storm smiled at his daughter and brightly said, in what he hoped would be a happy enough voice to distract Alex's mother, "Well, what about some of the heavenly pancakes your mother cooks up, then? Eh, Alex? Now that you are finally awake."

"Flattery is going to get you nowhere! And don't you dare touch those pancakes till you are more presentable!" Came the immediate snap form her mother, as she, with a meaningful glance full of threats and promises dragged her husband out.

Shaking her head at her family's craziness, as the sounds of her mother telling Daniel to stop roaming around the house pretending to be a fighter plane came up to her ears, Alex got off the bed and reached downstairs in flat five minutes. Food was always a strong motivator for her. As she waited impatiently by the stove for the warm pancakes to come off the pan and onto her plate, her father went out and got the mail. Raising his eye as he came in, he handed a letter to a confused Alex, joking in a slightly confused voice, "Really Alex! The things you and your friends cook up!"

Ignoring the confusing looks from the rest of the family, Alex opened the envelope and read with increasinly widening eyes, until she reached the end of the letter, where she promptly jumped for joy and dropped the letter on the stove, being empty of the pan at that very instant, her mother taking out the pan to take out the pancakes. Oops!