Nicknames: --
Birthdate: 29th August 1877
Current Age: 10 Years
Occupation: Errand Girl [for the carnival]
Reputation: 5
Presumably a bastard, wild carnie child.Residence: With the travelling carnival.
Hogwarts House: --
Wand: She wants one, desperately, and pesters everyone about it non stop.
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Social Class: Working
Family: She only ever knew her mother, and considers the carnival her family now.
Appearance: Skinny-limbed and reaching 4 ft. 4 in., Daisy is a wild slip of a girl, with bony knees and elbows and a thin, freckly face. Her hair is straggly and ginger, sometimes plaited and sometimes left loose and messy. Her front two teeth are especially rabbity. She is hardly coordinated (or literate) enough to write with one hand or the other, but technically it is her left.
History:
Born in a prison and raised in its nursery for her first nine months of life, hers was not the happiest of beginnings. Her mother was able to see her briefly in those days, but the situation could not last once she had been weaned.
With no other family members to speak of, she was sent off to the nearby workhouse until her mother's sentence was over. Life there was hard, and it quickly became clear that the girl's best - and only - skill was her ability to wail at the top of her lungs, and that a regular occurrence given both her proclivity for injuring herself and the other children's for making sport out of beating and bullying her. She was so often told to be quiet that she grew up totally unaware that "Silence, Daisy!" was not her proper name - and by the time someone took pity and explained this to her, it had very well stuck.
When she was seven, her mother's release from prison saw her reunited with her daughter, Daisy having waited and wished for this way out of the workhouse. Only - her mother was no better, really - and the situation became more and more dire until one day, Daisy exploded.
Or, rather, she exploded her mother. It was "magic", it was explained to her later by the bystander who whisked her away with a knowing glance (to the travelling carnival). Magic, that she had been able to blast up the ground under her mother's feet and watch her mother thrown back like she'd been standing on a landmine.
Daisy wailed for a long time after that.
Eventually she recovered herself, and latched onto the new - magical - world of the carnival with desperate enthusiasm. One of the carnies may have taken pity on her, certainly, but she was expected to earn her keep just like the rest of them did. She had dreams of becoming a tumbler, or a juggler, or a trapeze artist, or a winged horse trainer or a firebreather or - well, anything...
Only thus far she hasn't displayed any sort of talent, and tends to be more of a hindrance than a help. Still, her worst fear is that they will throw her out, so she offers herself up to do the jobs no one else has time for, and does these errands and chores wholeheartedly. Hogsmeade, a place she has heard much about but never been, is the next great adventure (and perhaps, she thinks, Hogwarts, soon, if she's lucky.)
Personality: Hapless. Scatterbrained. Naive. Easily confused. Animated. Wild. Energetic. Sensitive. Pigheaded. A chatterbox. Super freaking irritating.Other: --
Sample Roleplay Post:
Age: 23
