tracey davis

THE PLAYER
Name: Dex
Age: 25
Contact: email preferred: dexslytherin@gmail.com
RPG Experience: about a year’s worth; someday I will make a cdj.


THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Tracey Davis
BIRTHDAY: November 2 (age: 18)
PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Closeted lesbian.
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
THOUGHTS ON BLOOD PURITY/MUGGLES: Honestly, Tracey really couldn't care either way. She does think it's absurd that her mother, a Muggleborn, now acts like she isn't one. She's maybe a bit biased towards disliking pureblood society, simply because her parents place so much emphasis on it, and she doesn't really get the point. She’s a half-blood, and she’s just as successful as many of the purebloods in her house. However, she usually toes the line when such subjects come up in the common room, as many Slytherins believe in blood purity.

HOUSE AND YEAR: Slytherin, 7th year
WAND: Vine, unicorn hair, 9.2  inches, springy. Tracey is left handed.
♦ Vine: The druids considered anything with a woody stem as a tree, and vine makes wands of such a special nature that I have been happy to continue their ancient tradition. Vine wands are among the less common types, and I have been intrigued to notice that their owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths.
♦ Unicorn Hair: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
information from Pottermore, because I like their descriptions of wand woods.

BOGGART: Her father yelling at her.
PATRONUS: A black panther. Tracey’s patronus is conjured by the memory of her first night at Hogwarts: it was quiet and peaceful, so unlike home.
CLASSES: Arithmancy, Transfiguration, the Dark Arts, Potions, History of Magic, Ancient Runes.
POSITION: Quidditch Keeper

PERSONALITY:
At first, with her background, you would think Tracey would be a meek, cautious girl. Nothing she ever does is good enough for her father, who wanted a son, and her mother sees her as fit to be only a wife, to further her own social ambitions.

But that is the furthest from the truth.

Tracey belongs in Slytherin, the house of the sly and ambitious. While she enjoys learning and wishes to be a professor some day, she also believes in the adage that “knowledge is power.” Her parents expect her to do well, so she does, as it’s an easy way to keep them quiet (about that, at least), but she also does well because she puts an enormous amount of pressure on herself. Although she may not admit it, Tracey will always hope for approval from her father, to be accepted by him as something other than an unwanted daughter who he’s fond of yelling at. Plus, she figures that an academic career will be her ticket out, so it’s important that she does well.

Tracey is adept at sizing people up and presenting them with a version of herself that they will like. She can act like a bubbly airhead if that will get her ahead, if she needs help with something, and when a boy agrees, she’ll be laughing on the inside at how easy he was to fool. Or she can show her intelligence, to impress a professor or fellow student, if that will make her look better in their eyes. There are a lot of different sides to her personality, and sometimes she doesn’t know who the “real” Tracey is.

She keeps a lot of secrets. The obvious one is how her parents treat her and each other; her father is emotionally and mentally abusive to his wife and daughter, and her mother isn’t much better. Her other big secret, one that she barely dares think about, is that she is a lesbian. It’s one reason the thought of marriage is so distasteful to her, as well as the fact that any marriage would be arranged by her parents, to further their social status, and not because she liked the guy.

So far, Tracey hasn’t acted on her feelings for girls. It’s not something she actively thinks about, and if it does enter her mind, she pushes it away. She hasn’t done anything much with guys either, other than a fumbling kiss here and there. Her refusal to visit dark niches and empty classrooms has given her a reputation as being frigid, but she’s okay with that. The few kisses she’s exchanged have left her feeling cold and even dirty, and she has never had a connection with anyone.

Unsurprisingly, Tracey has a lot of issues with men. She always has to prove to herself that she is better than any male, either on the pitch or in the classroom. Her attempts to do that put a lot of stress on her, and during fifth year, she ended up in the infirmary after messing up brewing a potion to increase her stamina. Normally something she could have brewed with her eyes closed, she forgot to add a crucial ingredient, but she had been up for three days straight, trying to memorize a thousand years of history of the goblin wars.

As a friend, Tracey is the perfect listener. She doesn’t talk much about her own life or her plans for the future. There are just too many secrets that she could accidentally spill if she started, so she is very careful about what she says. She is a good friend, and has made several connections in her house, because those relationships might help her later in life.

Whenever Tracey isn’t picked for something she thinks she deserves, such as prefect or Quidditch captain, she believes it is because she is a female. The real reason is often because she’s a half-blood in Slytherin, and some things just can’t be overcome, no matter how hard one tries.

After finishing at Hogwarts, she plans to leave her parents. She has no desire to be their pawn in a society game, and she finally has the courage to stand up to them, whereas when she was a child, she learnt it was easier to give in. She has saved her pocket money for years, hiding it in her trunk, securing it with several anti-theft charms. She has a fondness for fine things, such as goblin-made platinum jewelry, but she doesn’t spend her money frivolously.

Tracey is a planner, and has to consider every angle of a plan before following through. She’s not sure what her parents will do -- she knows they will be angry, but she keeps telling herself she can’t care about that. It’s time for her to live her own life, the way she has been doing while at Hogwarts. She is extremely organized; her space in the dormitory is the neatest of anyone’s. She’s somewhat obsessive about knowing where everything is.

STRENGTHS: Organized, intelligent, driven to succeed, good at fitting in (she’s very chameleon like).
WEAKNESSES: Craves the affection and love of her parents even though she knows it will never happen, thinks that everything she is denied is because she is female, can become very focused on something and have a hard time letting go.
LIKES: Flying, fine chocolate, books, fettuccine alfredo, fluffy quills, platinum jewelry, girls.
DISLIKES: Her father, her mother, the thought of marrying, men, close-minded people, wine, the smell of old books.
PERSONAL GOALS: To have her own life. Tracey is determined to not become a society wife, taken out on her husband's arm. Being a professor would be her ideal job, as she has always seen Hogwarts as a place of safety and as her home.

PARENTS:
· Ares Davis (pureblood, Slytherin)
· Elizabeth Davis née Johnson (Muggleborn, Slytherin)
THEIR RELATIONSHIP: "Awful" doesn't even begin to describe it. Ares is emotionally abusive to both his daughter and wife, and Tracey can't understand why her mother puts up with it. Well, she knows why — Elizabeth's a social climber. Needless to say, Tracey's relationship with her mother is almost as bad as the one with her father.
SIBLINGS: None.

PERSONAL HISTORY:
Born at the start of winter, Tracey was an immediate disappointment to her parents. Both Ares and Elizabeth had wanted a boy. Ares wanted an heir, and Elizabeth wanted a boy because that was what Ares wanted. Not wanting to risk having another useless girl, Ares took care in further marital relations with his wife, and changed his plans for the future. He would have to carefully select his daughter's husband, since that man would now be his heir.

The Davis family isn't a particularly illustrious pureblood line, but both Ares and Elizabeth wanted to change that. Although a pureblood fanatic, Ares married Elizabeth, a Muggleborn, because her family had money, and he couldn't turn his nose up at the opportunity to get a seed fortune to start his own. Elizabeth, in turn, found Ares to be incredibly charismatic and wanted to be a part of what she saw as the glittery pureblood world. While at school, Elizabeth had always been jealous of her pureblooded classmates, and while she could usually afford to buy whatever they had, she didn't have the same standing in society.

Tracey sensed very early that something wasn't right between her parents. They weren't the happy couples in storybooks, and she wasn't the happy kid in the books either. She grew up listening to her father berate her mother, usually over the smallest of things. One of the first questions she ever asked her mother was, "Why do you let daddy yell at you?" and her mother's resulting slap in the face was something Tracey will remember for the rest of her life.

Ares is always careful to keep his abuse to emotional and mental. He works at the Ministry, in the Wizengamot Administration Services, so it would be very bad for his reputation if it were to get out that he beat up his family. He's not that sort of man anyway, and knows that words hurt more.

When she got a little older, and went on playdates, Tracey started to understand why Elizabeth stayed with Ares. Although a Muggleborn, Elizabeth had come from an important Muggle family, and wanted to find the same status in her new world. She couldn’t take being thought of as “lesser,” and thought that a marriage to a pureblood would improve her standing.

Elizabeth raised her daughter to be the perfect little girl. She made sure Tracey's appearance was always impeccable, scolding her daughter whenever she ripped the knees of her tights or got dirt on her dress. Tracey was the sort of girl who wanted to climb trees and make forts behind the house, but her mother kept a strict eye on her, and the chances to escape her mother's control were far and few between. Usually mother and daughter did not get along, the fights getting louder as Tracey got older. The only time that didn't happen was during school lessons; Elizabeth took up the pureblood tradition of homeschooling children. Tracey took to books like a duck to water, and enjoyed reading and learning new things because it was the best escape she had.

Eventually Tracey realized it was easier to give in to what her mother wanted. By eight or nine, she dutifully put on the frilly dresses her mother set out, the shiny, uncomfortable shoes, and sat for an hour for her blonde hair to be curled. When they went to visit her mother's friends, she sat quietly, allowed to take a book with her, or allowed to play quietly with other children. On the inside though, her anger and frustration built up, and she was waiting for the day she turned eleven.

Tracey had always known that she would go to Hogwarts, and it was a relief when her letter came. Between her overbearing, perfectionist mother, and her mean, never happy father, she couldn't wait to escape their house. She had read enough books of kids going off to school and having grand adventures that she knew the same would come true for her too.

Indeed, Hogwarts was the first place where she ever felt truly at home. The Slytherin dungeons, seen as cold by many, were warm to her. Her fellow housemates accepted her, for the most part — she had met many of them while growing up, and while they knew she was a half-blood, they didn't usually hold it against her, as long as she said the proper sorts of things.

Tracey's months at Hogwarts are always the best part of her year, and every year has gotten better since she started. She excels, for the most part, in academics, although she struggled a bit with Transfiguration and Potions at first. For her electives, she picked up Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, the latter is her favorite subject. She likes to combine the study of that and History of Magic, to learn about famous witches in male-dominated cultures (her role models).

Never forgetting her tomboy urges as a child, she decided to try out for the Quidditch team in her fourth year. She wasn't exactly welcomed, even though she had a good trial, and was made a reserve. Tracey waited patiently though, and when the Keeper was sick during a match, she took his place, and proved that she was just as good as any of the boys. Since then, she has played Keeper. She was disappointed when she was turned down for captain this year, but all the same, she didn't actually expected to be named captain anyway, since she was a half-blood and a female. Quidditch is her outlet for the stress she puts herself through, and she will miss it dearly after leaving school.

In her seventh year, Tracey will be focusing on her studies; she’s determined to score as highly as possible on all of her N.E.W.T.s. Her goal is to become a professor eventually, so it’s important that she does well. She’s also planning her break from her parents, although she probably won’t make much headway on that until she secures some sort of apprenticeship.

APPEARANCE:
Tracey is a pretty girl, with long blonde curls and blue eyes. She’s 5’6”, with a very slim build -- she is sometimes so busy that she forgets to eat, and sometimes she will swim a few laps in the Black Lake, a habit her mother would detest, but the feel of being in the water is similar to that of being in the air. She is careful to always apply sun protection charms, as she doesn't like how tanned skin looks. She often has a smile on her face, as she uses it to hide her true feelings. Smiling is, for her, an easy way to hide when she is upset.

Although she didn’t used to like being very feminine, she has come to realize the advantage of playing up her appearance as an advantage. Therefore, unless she’s on the pitch or about to go to practice, she’s always made up with subtle make up charms. Her clothing is always neat, whether it is the Hogwarts uniform or wizarding robes in the latest fashion. She would prefer to have her hair in a ponytail, and to dress comfortably, but she almost never does, and only allows herself that luxury when she is cramming for an exam.
PB: Ashley Benson. (example icons)


THE ROLE
First person roleplaying sample:
[Private to Self]
My last year at Hogwarts. I never want it to end. I want to enjoy it, but at the same time, I can’t let any opportunity slip through my fingers. I have to be better than I ever have been.

My life after this is too scary to think about.
[/Private]

[Private to Pansy]
Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend? Has anyone asked you? No one asked me, but I’m happy about that.
[/Private]

Third person roleplaying sample:
Tracey placed the last set of neatly folded robes in her trunk and shut it. She applied a strong Sticking Charm, but it wasn’t necessary. With her careful, organized packing, everything fit in her trunk with room to spare, but she took every precaution anyway. She hid her savings in her trunk, because she didn’t dare open an account at Gringotts. If she did, her parents might figure out that she was planning something.

But she had no fear of anyone stealing her gold, or anything else. Her spot in the dormitory was always neat and organized, and she always knew immediately if anything was ever out of place. After six years, her year mates had gotten used to it, and had given up attempts to ruffle her by messing with the order of her schoolbooks or robes.

With a sigh, she levitated her trunk downstairs, setting it down in front of the fireplace. She and her mother were going to Floo to Diagon Alley, and then go through to Platform 9¾. Tracey wished she could go alone, but her mother wouldn’t have it. “Appearances, Tracey. How many times must I tell you?”

“Are you ready to leave?” Elizabeth Davis came in from the sitting room, smoothing her robes as she walked. Tracey swallowed another sigh; she knew not to show her annoyance in front of her mother. That would just lead to a lecture, and she was almost free of those.

“Yes, Mother,” she answered.

Plot Ideas/Pairings/etc...: I would love to see Tracey have to explore the sexual side of herself that she’s been hiding, and maybe open up to a good friend (Pansy? tbd) about the turmoil in her life. Maybe have some sort of confrontation or talk with the headmistress/head of house as well, about her plans to leave her family? Maybe have a stress collapse or something?