User Profile

Clover Manalo is a character for the lj community hih_thegame and is played by scarletribbon.







House: Ravenclaw
Age / Birthdate: 15 / March 15 (Pisces)
Year: 5th

Bloodline / Heritage: Muggleborn / Mixed – Filipino, Spanish, Dutch
Personal History: Clover’s parents were certainly surprised to find out their daughter was a witch, but they always knew she was special, regardless. Growing up with abilities that were different, more enhanced, than her peers might have contributed to Clover’s shyness. She has a tendency to keep many secrets, and is in no way an attention seeker. It is her intelligence and wisdom that cannot help but sometimes make her seem remarkable, and an ideal Ravenclaw. Luckily, her parents who are both Ph.D.’s in the forensics field, also had the intelligence to accept and take pride in their only child. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of all her family, nor the other villagers in her small hometown of High Wycombe, England. Like her parents, Clover is a whiz at science, so she excels at Potions, Herbology, and even Arithmancy. But her true passion is for philosophy – a quiet dreamer, Clover has aspirations to do something other than what she is naturally good at, which others have a hard time understanding.
Personality: Though she has a tendency to be shy around new people, once she gets to know you Clover is sure to make fast friends with you. Sensitive to the needs of others, she is known for putting herself last. Her quiet nature goes hand in hand with many dreams and hobbies kept secret from all except perhaps her closest friends – one of which includes her love of classical dance, for which she started Muggle lessons at the age of 3. Clover likes to find a secluded place to practice ballet where no one can watch, and it is then that she feels most alive. Shying away from the limelight, her actions are motivated by logic and not glory – still, sometimes when the spotlight hits her, she cannot help but shine. Some of her mates are continually surprised by the fire that can erupt in her if the idea is one she is passionate about. Her emotions will overcome her initial shyness and she can talk – even shout – for ages about noble ideals and possible innovations. And beware if you ever mistreat one of her friends – she’s as feisty as a badger where that’s concerned! One of the concepts Clover has the most difficulty understanding is the tension between bloodlines – the basis for Voldemort’s war. Being a Muggleborn, she is not a stranger to prejudice from both her fellow wizards as well as her relations, but to her it all seems to be a very clear mistake of improper education. Her logical mind insists that the major conflicts could be alleviated if people would only open their eyes to the truth about each race; it is only ignorance that stops them. We did say she was a dreamer…
Physical Description: Dark brown, almost black hair that falls in curls to the middle of her back, with a tan complexion, brown eyes, and somewhat exotic features that are the result of her mixed heritage. She is fairly short, standing at 5’3, and petite. But don’t take her delicate frame for granted – dance has created an athleticism in her that most find surprising.

Hobbies and talents - max of five:
-- Classical dance, though perhaps no one but her closest friends know about her passion for it. She has a stash of proper dance attire mixed in with her school clothes, buried at the bottom of a drawer. Her ballet slippers are the most comfortable shoes in her collection.
-- Science: Clover has a knack for all things requiring difficult mathematical equations and meticulous use of chemistry. Thus, Potions is a breeze for her as long as she doesn’t get on Snape’s bad side! She has a special penchant for inventing new spells and potions, continually looking for one that will strike it big... or maybe just work like it's supposed to. xD
-- Philosophical/analytical thinking: She loves to read the works of celebrated Muggle philosophers, authors, and playwrights (omg KANT! SHAKESPEARE!) and spends her free time pondering questions that often leave her classmates’ heads spinning. This is a seg-way into the need for more creative outlets to explore these ideas – so she writes poetry and prose in a journal that is heavily charmed against intruders.
Weaknesses - for every hobby or talent, the character must have two weaknesses:
-- Big crowds make her exceedingly nervous. She feels much more comfortable in small groups of friends. Parties usually tend to make her recede into the corner, preferring to observe from a safe distance.
-- Small spaces = death! Claustrophobia, hello. One time Noah locked her in a broom cupboard as a practical joke and she passed out from hyperventilation. Noah learned not to do that anymore.
-- Transfiguration: sadly, she is horrible at it. Something about wrapping her head around the idea that the molecules and atoms of one object can be completely transformed without the use of a chemical process (melting, freezing, evaporating). She desperately needs a tutor; she’d be willing to trade tutoring skills in Potions and Arithmancy!
-- Flying: excited for her to experience all things wizard-related, Clover’s parents bought her a broom in her First Year. Little do they know, it has lain dormant in the broom shed for the past five. She got up in the air once and was hexed by a classmate to hang upside-down from her broom… and she hasn’t gone up since.
-- Heights are also a problem, perhaps related to the broom incident. It makes doing her star charts for Astronomy up in the tower a little difficult. Eek.
-- Blind as a bat without her glasses or contacts. Clover wonders why they haven’t invented a magical spell to permanently enhance vision yet! Perhaps she’ll have to be the one to do it…
Best subjects - max of three: Potions, Arithmancy, Herbology
Worst subjects - no max: Transfiguration, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures
Broom (if applicable): Cleansweep 11
Wand: Birch, Dragonheart string, 10 inches

List of classes for current year:
Potions
Arithmancy
Astronomy
Herbology
Transfiguration
Charms
DADA
Ancient Runes

Alignment: Definitely anti-Voldemort. Petpet for the little Muggleborn.

Sample RP Post:

Sanguine coagulatius.

“No, no… that’s not right.”

She spoke aloud, despite the fact she was alone and looked a bit mental talking to a bit of a parchment. Her brows were knitted in deep thought. Deep Space 9, for serious. After a furious bit of scratching with her navy blue quill, she started the written incantation over.

Sanguine especto coagulatum.

A moment’s pause… and the stitches of her brows fell loose! Protuberant brown eyes widened with the clear expression of elation! SUCCESS! She whooped at the top of her longs, dropping her quill, parchment, and leaping to her feet. Pumping her fist in the air like she’d just won the final Quidditch match of the year. Oh, but this was better! She had just invented her own magic spell.

Meet Clover Manalo, Resplendent Ravenclaw.

It was then that she turned her head, mouth agape in a terribly goofy grin, fist still high in the sky, and saw… Richard. There were a thousand other names she would like to call him but would not taint her tongue with. He was as smarmy as any Slytherin, but he got away with it because he wore red and gold instead of green and silver. Worst of all, people thought he was clever! Clover knew he was nothing more than a sleazy schemer.

And to top it all off, he had taken her best friend, Marjorie Winthrop, to the Astronomy Tower last night.

Clover couldn’t explain why this riled her so, why the very thought of him and Marjorie made her steam over like an unwatched kettle. She tried to talk Marjie out of it; she had pleaded with her, reasoned with her, even tried chaining herself to her to keep her from leaving the common room… all to no avail. Marjorie just couldn’t see that Richard would only ruin her!

Frozen, rooted to the spot, Clover turned about as red as a cherry, staring at him.

“Fie, fie, you counterfeit!”

Wtf. Of all the hexes and curses she could have thrown at him, she spouted Shakespeare instead? Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

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