BAITS, margaret camelia

[MARGARET CAMELIA BAITS]

margaret camelia baits

••• square one

full name: Margaret Camelia Baits – Margaret is a name both parents liked, and Camelia is her paternal grandmother’s name. People usually just call her Maggie.
birthdate: 12th of November
age: 26
blood: Half
school graduated: Hogwarts
house graduated: Hufflepuff
occupation:
children?: No
canon?: No

••• soul meets body

eyes: Maggie’s eyes are a sort of muddy brown, bordering on a very dark green. The corners of her eyes slope down a little, making her neat ovals look a little more cat-like, but not obviously so. Her eyelashes are short, but thickly clustered together which makes them look longer.
hair: Her hair used to be a dirty blonde colour, but, wanting a change, she dyed it a medium brown, with a bit of a subtle red hint to it. Liking it, she stuck with it, and other than that, her hair has practically always had the same style – long, wavy, with a sweeping side fringe that almost always obstructs the view of at least one eye.
height: 5”5
portrayed by: Bethany Joy Galeotti
in-depth appearance:
Maggie has always thought that she looked okay. There had never been any outright objections to the way she looked – at least, not to her face. She knew she wasn’t ugly. She had a pleasant face, at least. Her jaw is slightly squared, with dimples in her plump cheeks, which add a youthful element to her face, and her lips are rosy, but not very full – they suit her face though, not too overpowering or large. Maggie hates her nose – it isn’t massive or anything, she’s just a little self-conscious, thinking that it’s almost pig like. Her nostrils are small, and the tip is sort of convex, quite round. Although she worries about it incessantly, it really isn’t bad. Her cheekbones aren’t very high, and as I’ve already said, her cheeks are round. She has tanned skin, not quite olive, but definitely not pale (you can see her Italian heritage in her skin). Her skin isn’t always great, and she seems to permanently have a spattering of small blackheads on her nose, no matter how much she cleanses. Of course, being a healer, she knows how to wipe that clean off with a flick of her wand, so you don’t usually see them.

Her brown eyes aren’t very expressive, but neither is her face. She’s much more likely to tell you how she’s feelings than you seeing it on her face – not because she holds it in, but just because that’s what comes naturally. Her eyes brows are neat and compliment her eyes thanks to the miracle of tweezers – she naturally has thick eyebrows, but she got them “under control”, as she puts it, a long time ago.

Maggie has good posture, her back always ramrod straight. That was from years of her dad nagging her – “A slumped person is a dumped person.” Apparently that was supposed to be witty and motivational. But, regardless of how stupid her father sounded, she abided, and has found that people actually take her more seriously than if she was hunched up. She has always forced herself to keep this posture, even at times when she felt like just curling up or crawling away, because it makes her look more confident than she actually is. She walks with swift, short strides, always getting everywhere faster than anyone else. This is simply because she wants to get things done.

As for Maggie’s body, she’s curvy. She has a large chest that is balanced out by her relatively small waist and then larger hips. She boasts an hourglass figure, and she weighs a health 8.5 stone, which is pretty good for her height, but unfortunately, Maggie isn’t blessed with an insanely fast metabolism. She has to work to keep her weight at the level it should be, whether she does it by exercising (although, admittedly, she isn’t the most athletic person on the planet) or just eating healthily and not giving in to the temptation of chocolate and crisps.

Make-up is an essential in Maggie’s handbag. It might just be that she slaps on some lips gloss, or she pulls out all the stops and puts everything on, you can be sure she always has some kind of make-up on, although it isn’t usually very heavy – more subtle, like a smoky eye, or some mascara and blusher. It isn’t because she has any deep-seated insecurities, it’s just that she has always loved playing with make-up, ever since she was a little girl. It’s more fun for her than it is for most people, buying new products, experimenting, or simply messing around and having a laugh with it. As for style, she isn’t too out–there. Maggie loves a good pair of jeans, whether they’re boot-cut or skinny, a nice a-line skirt, some pretty shirts, and of course, lots of plain tops and vests made pretty with plenty of accessories. She also loves hats, especially fedoras. For Maggie, it’s less about the outfit and more about the accessories.

••• dreams are sacred

patronus: Horse – Calm, sensitive, an amazing listener and companion, but passionate and fiery as well.
amortentia: Lavender, the smell of the ocean, Chanel No5 perfume, the smell of bread in the oven
boggart: Maggie’s worst fear? It’s slightly embarrassing, but her boggart is a suit of armour. Nothing exciting, nothing strange or deep, just those hollow, metal figures that lined the walls of Hogwarts. She always had horrible nightmares about them, getting off their stands and causing havoc, or even slicing you in half as you walked past. She has never liked them, and never will, it’s that simple. She always dodges the question if anyone asks about her boggart, because she thinks that hers is pathetic. But, pathetic or not, she’s still deathly afraid of them.
mirror of erised: Maggie dreams of a quiet life, and maybe even some children. She sees a house, a little villa in Italy, covered in ivy and crumbling, but homely, safe. That’s what she dreams of: security, in the form of a cute house in the Italian country-side.
One of her many goals is to change somebody’s life with her healing. Something like giving somebody’s sight back – so far she’s had nothing dramatic.
secrets: Recently, her brother told Maggie that he was an alcoholic, and Maggie feels lost – she doesn’t know what to do. He needs his big sister, but the Rebellion needs her, and as much as she wants to go help him, she can’t help but feel this is more important. The guilt is slowly mounting up, and is sure to spill out soon.
likes: +The Rebellion, obv
+Flowers
+Hats
+Jewellery
+Cats (her cat, specifically, a Norwegian forest cat called Ray)
+Spring
+Cold weather
+Snow
+The colour purple

dislikes: –The Regime
-Illness
-Overly loud people
-When the sun is splitting the rocks (although that hardly ever happens in good ol’ Britland )
-She never liked DADA, much to the disappointment of her brother, who was always asking about “wizard fighting” before he went to Hogwarts
-Divination was always hell, as well
-Asparagus. Yuck.
-Having nothing to wear
-Being broke

in depth personality: Maggie. Well, she’s quiet. If you didn’t see her, you might not know she’s there. She’s pretty reserved, not one to jump out with her opinion ready and a speech written. She never has been, really – it wasn’t one defining moment where she changed from being one thing to another – she’s always been the quiet, demure one, exuding serenity permanently. Well, almost permanently. Surprisingly, she’s quite passionate and has a temper on her if you get her going. She’s very hot-headed – it’s not that she bursts into flames of rage about every little thing, it’s just that if something makes her really angry, she’ll voice it, in the form of blazing rants. It’s not really an unattractive trait per say, as she can usually keep it under-control, but sometimes it just all spills out. Deep breaths help.

She’s not intelligent, but she’s logical and that helps her work things out without natural brightness. Maggie did well because of that – she could always solve problems, look at it rationally, whereas some of her class mates would throw their hands up in the air and declare them unsolvable. She has the air of a person that will sort everything out for you, soothing, comforting. That’s probably why she became a healer. Well, that and the fact that her friends were practically begging her to become one. They wanted to be sure that there was always someone who seemed like they actually cared in the hospitals.

Maggie is kind, but she isn’t naive, and knows when somebody is taking the mick. So she’s level-headed, but she’s still pretty sweet. She’s an optimist, but she’s realistic, and knows when something isn’t going to work out. Margaret will always try to see the best in people, although she isn’t one of those airy-fairy, everything’s just great kind of people (yes, that is an accurate description xD). When it comes to being an extrovert or an introvert, she’s definitely the latter. As I’ve already said, she likes to keep to herself.

If you asked Maggie whether she went with her heart or her head, it would be her head. She likes to take her time, think things through, weigh up all the pros and cons of the situation. She’s not impulsive in any way, shape or form, and it can annoy people that she likes to mull it over so much. Despite this, she has a sense of humor, although she’s usually not the one cracking the jokes, just the one laughing wildly after she’s heard them. One of her flaws, though, is that she isn’t very forgiving. She isn’t stubborn, and is always up for a compromise, but she usually goes by face value and first impressions. Which means that if you give a bad first impression, she’ll probably steer clear of you – she won’t be downright nasty, or voice these doubts, she’ll just be wary and a little less trusting.

Maggie does well under-pressure. Her seemingly permanent state of calm helps her to take a breath, clear her head and think it over. She isn’t one to lose her head, but neither is she one to go and do something wild, which is another bad trait. She’s not your average definition of “fun”. Sure, she’s kind, she’ll laugh along with you and she’s always handy if you need help deciding what to wear, but she’s not the party girl, the one to go do something outrageous. She’ll have a good time, but she never lets go of herself. It annoys people without her knowing it.

So, going on first impressions, she’s the sweet, quiet healer. After that, she’s the passionate, optimistic, and always logical young woman.

Why the Rebellion side of the war? Maggie chose to side with the rebellion as she had a bad feeling about the regime from the start. Just a niggling fear that she never voiced, something about all that power and self-satisfaction, it made her think that something would go wrong. And it did. So naturally, she’s against it.

••• a tale to remember

family:
Antonio Baits (Father, 52)
Lisa Mary Baits (Mother, 48)
George Thomas Baits (Brother, 22)

criminal record: She has one offence on her record, a fine for minor theft, and she has never told anyone about it. She stole some jewellery when she had just moved out of the family home, and got caught. It was uncharacteristically stupid and illogical, and she ended up getting no money out of it and having to pay money to the shop, so it was a no-win situation.

in depth history: Maggie was born in Suffolk, to Antonio Baits (his mother was Italian and his father was English) and Lisa Mary Baits (née Smith). Her parents were both muggle born, hence the half-blood status, and lived in a 2 bedroom flat at the time. The birth of Maggie was celebrated in a lot of food and kissing from both sets of grandparents, and the little flat was overcrowded with relatives. At the time, Antonio was working at the Ministry of Magic, in the Centaur Liaison Office, while Lisa worked in a small café, waitressing. They had enough money, and although Antonio wasn’t high up in the rankings, he got good pay. They could have survived on that alone, but Lisa loved talking to people, and wanted to be independent, so she took up the waitressing job once Maggie was one. When she was one, she spent the time that her mother was working at her grandparent’s houses (it alternated between paternal and maternal), and her life was like this for a while. Once she was four, though, she showed signs of magic, through dolls dancing, or sometimes inanimate objects just randomly falling over while nobody was anywhere near them. That delighted her parents, and they moved to a larger house, near a small wizarding community, but still near enough to her grandparents.


When Margaret was four, her brother came along, George Thomas Baits. He too showed magical ability. Once Maggie was eleven, she was packed off to Hogwarts, quite frightening, but exciting. Her parents had told her bedtime stories all about Hogwarts, and reassured her countless times that it was amazing, she would be fine, and to steer clear of 2nd years who were full of themselves. Due to the way they called out students in alphabetical order, she was called out early in the sorting, and as soon as the hat touched her head, it roared, “Hufflpeuff!” She was nervous – her father had been a ravenclaw, and her mother a hufflepuff, so she knew that it wasn’t anything “bad”, but still, would they like her? Of course they did. They were hufflepuffs, kind and good-natured. She instantly made friends, due to the fact that, even though she was quiet, so were most of the girls in her dorm – she had landed in a room with people that were just like her, albeit, some more adventurous or out-going, but still, sweet, and fun.

Her years in Hogwarts went by in a flurry of friends, books, and occasionally, a boy. She never really had any serious relationships, but she had a couple of flings, and always had fun, even if she wasn’t as impulsive as the rest of her friends. The depression seemed almost a million miles away. By the end of her school career, she knew what she wanted to do. She left school and took a course in healing. When she was eighteen, the Regime began, with promises of safety. Her father had been slightly uneasy about this – it was true, the Ministry was unreliable in the public’s eyes, but his job had always been secure. Now, the whole family were worried – this new Regime seemed almost ominous. Like something had to go wrong. By the time she was 23, she was a fully trained healer, and by then, the Regime had taken over. When the ministry was destroyed, Antonio luckily disapparated out of the building before he was crushed, and the family fled to Italy, setting up home and finding jobs quickly. Maggie had moved out and George had already finished Hogwarts, but he moved with his parents anyway, and got a job too.

After she was 22, Maggie worked as a healer, but for the Rebellion. Her family were deeply neutral, but she couldn’t take the thought of the Regime in power forever. So, she joined them, and now, she lives in a small flat, by herself, apart from her cat, and does everything she can for the Rebellion.

••• famous last words

your name or alias: Tess
how long have you been role playing: Around 2 years
contacts: PM
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other characters: None so far
keyword: EDITED
sample roleplay: Quite beautiful. Ray thought that Swing was the most beautiful horse he had ever met, even if she trotted over his last nerve every now and again. She was lanky, in a good way, and a deep brown, with her baby doll eyes and thin, short mane and tail. He kept this opinion to himself, stroking Swing peacefully. He turned to face the young woman, gazing at her steadily with his dull brown eyes. “Thanks.” His voice was short, but still grateful. Swing eyed the gelding cautiously as he extended his muzzle towards her, but then, seeing he meant no harm, thrust her velvety muzzle towards him snorting quietly. Ray stood well back from the pair, holding onto swing’s reins lightly, and resting his arm on her saddle. The black leather was impeccable, if slightly worn from non-stop use, lending it to people, riding in it, dropping it on concrete and hoping the tree didn’t break.

Ray raised one eyebrow. Swingline had been raced as a 4 year old and again as a 5 year old, but she was unsuccessful. Not many knew of her. She had belonged to Ray’s friend, a breeder from Maryland, meeting Ray at his old stables, where Ray used to take lessons. Seeing she was never going to get anywhere, he had put her up for sale, 2 years after Ray had moved to Virginia. Mitch, Ray’s friend, called him up and suggested he come see her for the last time, as Ray had taken a great interest in Swing’s progress. But it wasn’t the last time, obviously. Ray had fallen in love with the bay all over again. Mitch sold her cheap, as him and Ray went back years, and that was it. Ray flung her in her stable at Highland after an eventful ride there, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Coming out of his haze of memories, he looked back at the woman. “I got her from my friend, Mitch Clark, he’s a breeder based in Maryland. Heard of him?” Ray thought it hardly likely, as even he hadn’t heard about Mitch when he was living in Baltimore. His hand kept moving up and down Swing’s back, as he automatically stroked her when her ears flickered backwards, for a second. She relaxed in the fact that Ray was still there, comforting her, his gentle hands still on her leather reins. He watched as the owner of the grey racer mounted the large gelding. His eyes widened slightly. He was a large horse.

Swingline nickered to him, nuzzling him gently before turning to head butt Ray in the stomach affectionately. “Damn it girl, I wish you would find some other way to declare you’ love for me,” he muttered, rubbing his stomach. Brown hairs coated his white hoodie, and even his green tee shirt, underneath that. He chuckled quietly, pushing Swingline back as she tried to barge her shoulder into him, It wasn’t a vice, barging, it was just her way of showing how much she cared. Although, at times, the instructor wished she would hate him quietly rather than love him the way she did. The bay pawed the sand-covered ground impatiently. She wanted to go. The 23 year old placed a hand on her shoulder, asking her quietly to calm down.

“Ray. Ray Penn. And this is Swingline. You..?” Ray nodded towards her, becoming less tense, now that his name was out there. They were an odd pair, but you get every barn’s characters. Ray and Swing were only two of Highland’s many, many weirdos. But hey, it’s all good

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