OOC INFORMATION

Name: JJ
Age: 21.
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IC INFORMATION

Full Name: Michaela Edwina Hunt!
Age/Birthdate: 16
Year/House: Slytherin Sixth!

Blood Status: Pure as the freshly fallen snow, of course! With a name like Michaela, could you honestly expect otherwise?
Sexual Orientation: Really! Honestly! Do you have to ask? Purebloods are known for breeding out defects like homosexuality, darling!
Location: Kensington.
Affiliation: Why, the Dark Lord, of course! What a lovely man, just the right sort of ideals, you know!

Appearance: Blonde, slim, and wide-eyed, Michaela would be quite an attractive girl if it weren't for her ever-present expression of concentrated bitchiness. Nevertheless, many find her to be fairly pretty: although her button nose and round face lends her an excessively innocent and young appearance, Michaela needs only let out a high-pitched giggle and twirl her finger around her long locks to loop in the man of her choice - that is, if he's as shallow as she is, because her personality certainly isn't endearing enough to ensnare the blokes of the world.

Desired PB: Taylor Momsen!

Personality: Naive to the point of unbelievability, and with a bitchy streak nearly as exaggerated, Michaela Edwina Hunt chalks in as a rather difficult girl to get along with. If you aren't put off by her insistence on ending every sentence she begins on a screechingly high-pitched note and an 'oh my god, darling!' then you'll quite likely be turned off by her equally prevalent tendency to deal out backhanded compliments like its her job.

Having been born with a silver spoon and fed with it by Daddy Hunt all sixteen years of her life, Michaela has grown up with the rather egocentric view that the world does, in fact, revolve around her. In fact, she's got quite the talent for twisting any and every situation to conform to this POV - come to her with a problem regarding your cheating boyfriend, and Michaela will undoubtedly demand to know why you think she's the other woman in the scenario, because she's not, and she's absolutely appalled that you'd question her morals in such a manner and now really, you just can't be friends anymore, and especially not after you dripped those wretched tearstains all over her 3000-count egyptian cotton bedspread!

Not only is Michaela absolutely terrible at giving advice, her inherent selfishness also allows her to have very few - if any at all - qualms about spreading rumours. She revels in gossip; if one were to stereotype, Michaela could immediately be classified as That Girl in high school who knew absolutely everything about everyone, and quite liked to make sure that everyone else knew, too. If Michaela gains wind of a secret, there's no chance that the entirety of Hogwarts won't know the sordid details, with some untruthful embellishments thrown in for fun, by sundown that very day.

As everyone knows, gossip is a certified method of mass destruction, and Michaela is certainly one who takes full advantage of this fact. A Slytherin at heart, but not of the same league (or muscular structure) as one Millicent Bulstrode, Michaela eschews brute force for the ruining of reputations through subtly dispersed gossip. Her claws are metaphysical, but still absolutely vicious: if someone gets on Michaela's bad side, there's no doubt that a reputation-destroying rumour involving them, Mrs Norris, and a wildly imaginative use of Sleakeazy's will be floating around the school by the very next day.

Thus, it's quite easy to see that Michaela's a rather dangerous sort of friend to have: she's the type to be classified as 'fairweather': when the going gets tough, it's guaranteed that Michaela will get going. While she won't actively seek to hurt her friends for no reason at all, if she sees a clear advantage in doing so, Michaela will leap at the chance; while many may classify her as a 'backstabbing bitch,' however, she'd much prefer the term 'opportunist.' After all, if her decisions are going to get her further ahead in life, why bother turning down a good opportunity? She's pretty, she can always make more friends.

This mentality in itself highlights another integral aspect of Michaela's personality: she's incredibly vain. Everyone knows That Girl who pauses at every reflective surface she comes across to pucker her lips and touch up her hair - and everyone at Hogwarts knows That Girl as Michaela Hunt. Incredibly secure in her own attractiveness and ability to get men, Michaela extends her superficiality to those she associates with, as well: quite simply, she just doesn't like to associate with ugly people (unless, of course, they're obscenely wealthy, but that's another story). She adores fashion, and certainly judges others on what they decide to wear - Madame Malkins? Are you joking, darlings?

Considering her fervent desire to look absolutely perfect at all times, it should come as no surprise that Michaela loathes sports. She is, in fact, the very embodiment of a 'girly girl' - obsessed with shopping, with make up, with shoes, with boys, with any colour remotely hued like pink. With all the time she spends primping her hair and touching up her face, Michaela doesn't have much time left to bother with silly little things like her education - thus, she has a fairly shoddy academic record, with the exception of Charms, in which she excels. After all, all that practical application with cosmetic charms has to count for something, doesn't it? Nevertheless, Michaela's tendency to suck up to all authority figures has earned her the preference of many of her professors, thereby allowing her to scrape by these past six years in schooling. That isn't to say that Michaela is vapid, however; she's imaginative, and has the ability to be incredibly duplicitous when she wants to be - her plans for revenge, for example, are the things of Hollywood itself.

Three Things an Acquaintance Would Know About Your Character:
a) Fashion is my passion! I have to have the newest of the new, the best of the best, otherwise really now, what is the point in even living? There isn't any! I mean, have you seen Ginny Weasley, dears? The girl could drop dead and no one would care - and why is that, Michaela, you ask? Because her clothes are as ragged as her split ends!
b) I have a lovely voice! Some like to claim that it's a tad on the high side, but personally, I'm quite certain that they're all jealous. Someone should honestly tell the poor dears that envy doesn't look good on anyone (though that isn't to say the colour green doesn't, as I myself look absolutely fab in emerald!).
c) I adore Charms! Charms is spiffalicious, darling. I'm ever so talented at it, you know! Just a swish and a flick - and I'm ever so good at swishing and flicking, wouldn't you know - and poof! I can make absolutely anything happen.

Two Things Close Friends Would Know About Your Character:
a) I loathe fish. Loathe them! The sight of their scales, oh Merlin, it's revolting. That one time Mark Feykobs adapted fish scales into his winter shoe line, oh my god, darlings, I nearly died. Died! I had nightmares.
b) Chad Grit is only the most handsome bloke in the world! The world! His wife's rather haggish, if you ask me, but no worries! I have a master plan that involves her painful death, our hasty elopement, and convincing Daddy to buy me a tropical island on which Chad and I can spend the rest of our sordidly romantic life together. I have a poster of him right next to my bed, you know. I imagine him singing me to sleep every night.

One Deep, Dark Secret:
a) I don't particularly care all that much about this war thing. I just want it to be over, darlings! It's kind of really conflicting with my social life, don't you know? It'd be really rather lovely if You-Know-Who could just hasten things up a bit and win already, kill all those Muggleborns or whoever it is that he thinks needs to be dead, and let me just get on with my life! Thank you!

History: Michaela Hunt has, to put it lightly, led an exceedingly privileged life: from her days in the womb, when her mother was cared for by the hippest and therefore most expensive mediwitches around, to her days at Hogwarts, she's never been anything but excessively pampered. Born to a socialite mother by the name of Edwina, and a father whose enormous amounts of money came primarily from simply having the last name Hunt (although the extremely successful family business, Hunt & Hunt Home Decor - the finest enchanted furniture in all the land: if you don't buy a magic mirror from us, you may as well not buy one at all! certainly helped to keep the family bank account overflowing at all times), Michaela was never left wanting for anything. Yes, she had a twin, but he was male! It certainly wasn't as if he needed their parents to buy him a different set of robes for every day of the week.

Having been born after the post-war hubbub had finally died down, Michaela was raised in an environment largely free of Dark influence: yes, she was taught that Muggles = bad and that Pureblood = good, but she'd never quite had it hammered into her just how big a deal the Dark Lord really had been. Her parents, who'd been supporters of the Dark side but never quite mustered up the effort to actively join the effort themselves, often decided to foster Michaela's naivete, encouraging her to believe that the decades in which war had prevailed weren't nearly so bad as everyone claimed. People had died, yes, but they weren't important people, and therefore, it didn't really matter. And thus, Michaela grew up firmly holding the belief that if the Dark Lord ever did return, her own life wouldn't be affected in the least.

Although her first few years at Hogwarts were for the most part uneventful, since she didn't really care enough to learn the sordid details of Harry Potter's life, Michaela was able to create a few waves of her own through her meddlesome gossip and duplicitous mannerisms. Initially upset that she'd been split from her brother, with whom she'd always been rather close, Michaela grew to thrive in Slytherin, a House in which her last name and pretty face helped her make many 'friends'. However, the return of the Dark Lord threw her picture-perfect life into sharp relief: While her father had managed to escape the Mark during his first reign, growing pressures from You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters have made the Hunts' desire to remain publicly neutral increasingly impossible.

SAMPLES

First-Person Sample: Fabulous, darlings, fabulous! I adore these journals, don't you? I mean, yes, the covers are a bit on the ragged side - they remind me a tad of Summerby's latest (failed! so failed!) attempt at trying to pull off dragonhide - but now really, we can just classify them as alternative couture, can't we? I think we can!

And oh Merlin, the possibilities! What are these for, anyway? To foster unity, they say? Oh, pish, oh, posh, I want to know the latest goss. What's new, darlings? I'm getting so bored here at home, with absolutely nothing to read except the Daily Prophet, and honestly, who cares about the latest death toll? Isn't there a general trend there? I mean, it rises. That's all there is to it, who cares about the actual names? Certainly not me! And isn't that just an utter waste of paper? Perhaps the environmentalists should stage a revolt. They do like that sort of thing, don't they?

Frankly, I'd rather they bring back that column on celebrities. Chad Grit! Now there's something actually worth reading about.

Third-Person Sample: HERE is a link to a Draco/Pansy log. I played Draco. Shocking, I know.