Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor
Physical Appearance:
Misa is kind of short but average build, not too skinny, but not overweight either. She has pretty short black hair parted to her left side and big dark brown/ black eyes. Since she is pretty flat-chested and wears baggy clothes some people have mistaken her for a boy, until they hear her voice. Her voice is pretty high pitched, but very strong, so when she yells it doesn’t shatter glass or anything scary like that. She is actually okay with her school uniform. She has nothing against it, but when on holiday, you would usually find her wearing a T-shirt with a loose jacket over it, baggy pants of all kinds, and red shoes, no matter what color her other clothes are.

Misa has a long scar that runs horizontally across her neck, so she has a white scarf that she ties on some part of her body at all times, partially because it was a gift from her best friend back in Japan and partially because it’s the most feminine thing she owns. She smells like the faintest trace of coconut when you get close to her hair. She hates strawberry shampoo, so decided on coconut instead.

Personality:
Misa is very fun-loving, but also quite nosy. She has to know everything about everything. If she has a question she will do everything in everyone’s power to find out an answer. She also can’t keep a secret; for that reason, her only friends are her true friends that will stick by her for the rest of her life. She is typically a land person. Quidditch doesn’t suit her that well because she’s actually very bad at flying…sure, she can get by on a broomstick…at walking speed and lose control of it a million times. Sometimes she procrastinates a lot…actually, procrastination is practically her rule of life. She works well under pressure, perhaps even more than normally. She isn’t really good at anything besides running away, but isn’t bad at anything besides Quidditch either.

At first glance Misa is pretty annoying. She keeps pestering people with questions about touchy topics and things like that. No matter if you want help or not, she’s always there to try and make things better, but usually fails to do so. She has a habit of blurting out everything on her mind and her train of thought is sometimes hard to follow. She never treats anyone kinder than anyone else, and she never lies about her feelings. Ever. If she doesn’t like someone, she will go up to that person and tell him/ her that exact thing. This way she makes sure she knows who to talk to and who not to talk to. She can usually tell if someone’s lying and changes her opinion about things very quickly. She also misunderstands half the things she’s told. The point is, if she likes you, good, if she doesn’t…WATCH YOUR BACK…little girl with rock-hard shoes on the run…

Character Background:
Misa is the daughter of a Muggle father and a witch mother. She was born April 2 in Osaka, Japan. When she was five, she accidentally fell out of her family’s apartment window but didn’t get hurt. That’s when her parents realized that she probably had magic. A few months later her family moved to a small village in northern England and she got sent to Muggle school. When she was seven one of her friends accidentally fell into a pond and almost drowned. For this reason, she doesn’t like to go swimming. A few years later, about half a year before she arrived at Hogwarts, there was an accident concerning sparring with knives between her friends that got a little out of hand. It started with a friendly challenge but soon grew into a fight. Misa didn’t know what to do so she tried to step in between them and stop the two like they did in the Muggle movies, but one of the blades sliced neatly into her neck. It wasn’t deep enough to kill her, obviously, but it did stop her from talking for a long time.

For this reason Misa is afraid of practically anything that’s long, metal, and shiny…especially forks and knives. She wasn’t really traumatized by the incident, so right after she recovered from it she started enjoying her life again, even though the thick scar on her neck caused many stares and whispers. Then in her second year her best friend, the one who had nearly killed her, bought her the white scarf that she always wears. Apart from the knifing incident, though, her childhood was relatively normal and uninteresting. In fact, the knifing incident didn’t even hurt her as much as people thought it did. Even though her mother, who is a wonderfully emotional woman, cried almost non-stop, and her father, who is ridiculously dry, managed to wink a tear out of his left eye, she managed to get through the whole ordeal without passing out too much and stayed alive.

In her third year at Hogwarts she managed to ace her Potions (yes, Potions) exam. To balance that out, though, she crashed and burned trying to finish her History of Magic, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Divination, AND just barely scraped an OWL grade on Herbology. At the end of the year there was another incident in which she hung out of one of the towers in the school and stayed there for three hours because no one saw her. When she finally got rescued, because she couldn’t find the strength to pull herself up, she cried for another three hours. Over the summer she learned to control her random crying fits more and so people aren’t freaked out when talking to her because they are afraid that she’ll burst into tears. Her fourth year, the current one…so far, it’s starting off pretty well.


Nature of Review Request: Any Feedback Welcome
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Anything Else: thanks for anyone who reviews! I know I really need to work on my writing, but I try to keep improving.

It's a pretty good profile, but it seems like you're mostly just talking it out rather than actually writing sentences in the typical written style. I'd suggest you go back and refine the grammar and style a little so that it resembles a written style more than a spoken one.

REVAMPED APPEARANCE. 11 June, 2008
personality/history in progress.

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Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor
Physical Appearance: Starting at the top, Misa has a layered sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. A thick mat of bangs covers the top half of one side of her face. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. A clear, sharp, almost straight eyebrow accents a pair of large brown eyes. Most of the time the eyes are a sort of half moon shape because the girl loves to laugh and smile. When paying attention in class or in a serious mood, they are wide open; when Misa is angry or frustrated, they glare with the utmost fury. A straight nose leads the way down her face, stopping above a pair of pink lips that don’t have the tradition Western long-bow shape, but rather the slight downward curve. This flaw is hardly noticeable, however, because the curve is almost always facing up do to her perpetual content smile. When Misa smiles, she likes to show off a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but the two top front teeth always seem longer than the others. Her face is heart shaped, ending with a pointy chin, accentuated by high cheekbones.

Her complexion is a flawless light tan…save for a large scar running horizontally across her neck. This scar was the result of a childhood accident. In shame, Misa hides the imperfection from the world with a scarf. At first the scarf was scratchy and uncomfortable, but as time went on, she grew used to it and people also stopped questioning her and giving her odd looks. It splits her neck almost in two at the front—striking her skin like a white lightning bolt. She also has a blemish on her ankle, but that one is much smaller and easily hid with socks and long jeans. In terms of imperfection, her friend once remarked that she looked too serious when she was not smiling. In fact, she has a habit of staring up at a person with her face down to convey a sense of anger and withdrawal. Apparently this tends to scare off little kids, which is quite troublesome since Misa has long had a fondness for children.

The Gyrffindor’s build is short and wiry. Petite even by Asian standards, she stands barely at five feet and one inch. As a result of developing a liking for loose, comfortable clothing, her thin arms and stick-like legs look about twice as thin and stick-like as they really are. No one has ever been attracted to the legs, no matter how smooth they look. They are short and formless. Her arms aren’t very graceful either. They are awkwardly long, giving Misa a lanky look despite being so short. Her hands seem too big for her arms, and her fingers too long for her hands. Unfortunately, all this clashes horribly with small feet. The only good her feet have done her is running away at the speed of light. Her body doesn’t turn much in her favor either. She is slender (or rather, wiry, which is never good for a girl), which might be attractive by itself, but she is also not developed. Misa has never gone back to Japan without being called ‘flat-chested’ by at least three boys. At least the boys were her friends, or they would have somehow ended up in the hospital and she would have had to pay the bills. In terms of posture the Gryffindor stands straight and proud, unafraid of humiliation.

As for dress, Misa is never picky. She goes for more convenience instead of fashion. Jeans or shorts are all the same to her. She has never paid attention to which colors suit her best, although she has a liking for red and white and occasionally pale green. In warm weather, she wears a T-shirt. During winter she simply throws her cloak over a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The only bad thing about these loose T-shirts and long shorts (oxymoron, anyone?) is that they make her stick-like arms and legs seem even more stick-like than usual. Misa has been told many times to wear tighter shirts (it's the style nowadays, her friends argued), but street fashion confuses her, and wizard fashion never reaches her oblivious eyes and ears. She has always preferred shoes that are good for running, but her mother has been known to force her into heels. The only problem Misa has with heels is that she always stumbles and falls—usually in front of other people she respects. She doesn’t think she looks foolish enough to be laughed at, but she certainly doesn’t think herself drop dead gorgeous. In fact, one poor unfortunate soul who tried to accost her one summer received five minutes of blank staring followed by “I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for the wrong person.”

Personality:
--in progress--

Character Background:
Misa is the daughter of a Muggle father and a witch mother. She was born April 2 in Osaka, Japan. When she was five, she accidentally fell out of her family’s apartment window but didn’t get hurt. That’s when her parents realized that she probably had magic. A few months later her family moved to a small village in northern England and she got sent to Muggle school. When she was seven one of her friends accidentally fell into a pond and almost drowned. For this reason, she doesn’t like to go swimming. A few years later, about half a year before she arrived at Hogwarts, there was an accident concerning sparring with knives between her friends that got a little out of hand. It started with a friendly challenge but soon grew into a fight. Misa didn’t know what to do so she tried to step in between them and stop the two like they did in the Muggle movies, but one of the blades sliced neatly into her neck. It wasn’t deep enough to kill her, obviously, but it did stop her from talking for a long time.

For this reason Misa is afraid of practically anything that’s long, metal, and shiny…especially forks and knives. She wasn’t really traumatized by the incident, so right after she recovered from it she started enjoying her life again, even though the thick scar on her neck caused many stares and whispers. Then in her second year her best friend, the one who had nearly killed her, bought her the white scarf that she always wears. Apart from the knifing incident, though, her childhood was relatively normal and uninteresting. In fact, the knifing incident didn’t even hurt her as much as people thought it did. Even though her mother, who is a wonderfully emotional woman, cried almost non-stop, and her father, who is ridiculously dry, managed to wink a tear out of his left eye, she managed to get through the whole ordeal without passing out too much and stayed alive.

In her third year at Hogwarts she managed to ace her Potions (yes, Potions) exam. To balance that out, though, she crashed and burned trying to finish her History of Magic, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Divination, AND just barely scraped an OWL grade on Herbology. At the end of the year there was another incident in which she hung out of one of the towers in the school and stayed there for three hours because no one saw her. When she finally got rescued, because she couldn’t find the strength to pull herself up, she cried for another three hours. Over the summer she learned to control her random crying fits more and so people aren’t freaked out when talking to her because they are afraid that she’ll burst into tears. Her fourth year, the current one…so far, it’s starting off pretty well.

I'm bored and procrastinating on homework, so I'll give a few more pointers... mostly grammatical things this time. I did notice that you've been working on making your profile fit a written style rather than a spoken style. Nice work, but I have a few more ideas... :)

First thing: check your comma usage. Like everyone else tells me, you use commas a lot when you don't really need them. Go back and read what you've written aloud and pause when you reach a comma. If you don't naturally pause when speaking, chances are you don't need a comma where you've put one.

Secondly (this was suggested to me by Cloe), the history section should explain the four Ps: Parents, Place, Pasttimes and Problems. You have a pretty good description of the place where she grew up. You've also described some of the problems - namely her getting cut badly with the knife - when she was younger. In fact, she seems like a very accident-prone child.

You don't really say anything about her parents, other than the fact that her mom's an emotional witch and her dad's an emotionally reserved Muggle. Did her mom attend Hogwarts? Do you know her parents' names? How did they meet? Is Misa an only child? Or does she have siblings? How does she get along with her parents? Or not? By answering those questions (and other similar ones), you'll be able to extend the information about her family in her character history.

The last of the four Ps is pasttimes. You clearly state what Misa does not like to do, but you hardly mention what Misa enjoys doing. If she had an afternoon all to herself, what would she do for fun? Does she like studying or would she rather hang out with her friends? Does she play any Muggle sports? What's her favorite class at Hogwarts? Does she listen to music? If so, what kind? If she could go anywhere in the world for a vacation, where would she go? You get the idea...

You could also do well with taking out some of the commentary, like when you say "It wasn't deep enough to kill her, obviously, but..." The "obviously" really doesn't need to be in there. We know she's not dead or else she wouldn't be attending Hogwarts. Editing things like that will help make your profile in even more of a written - rather than spoken - style.

I hope this is a better review than last time. :)

Mucho gracias Callisto! I've actually remembered to run this thing through Word this time, which hopefully corrects a few comma issues (and spelling issues...)

REVAMPED PERSONALITY; last updated 22 June 2008
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Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor

Physical Appearance: Starting at the top, Misa has a layered sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. A thick mat of bangs covers the top half of one side of her face. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. A clear, sharp, almost straight eyebrow accents a pair of large brown eyes. Most of the time the eyes are a sort of half moon shape because the girl loves to laugh and smile. When paying attention in class or in a serious mood, they are wide open; when Misa is angry or frustrated, they glare with the utmost fury. A straight nose leads the way down her face, stopping above a pair of pink lips that don’t have the tradition Western long-bow shape, but rather the slight downward curve. This flaw is hardly noticeable, however, because the curve is almost always facing up do to her perpetual content smile. When Misa smiles, she likes to show off a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but the two top front teeth always seem longer than the others. Her face is heart shaped, ending with a pointy chin, accentuated by high cheekbones.

Her complexion is a flawless light tan…save for a large scar running horizontally across her neck. This scar was the result of a childhood accident. In shame, Misa hides the imperfection from the world with a scarf. At first the scarf was scratchy and uncomfortable, but as time went on, she grew used to it and people also stopped questioning her and giving her odd looks. It splits her neck almost in two at the front—striking her skin like a white lightning bolt. She also has a blemish on her ankle, but that one is much smaller and easily hid with socks and long jeans. In terms of imperfection, her friend once remarked that she looked too serious when she was not smiling. In fact, she has a habit of staring up at a person with her face down to convey a sense of anger and withdrawal. Apparently this tends to scare off little kids, which is quite troublesome since Misa has long had a fondness for children.

The Gyrffindor’s build is short and wiry. Petite even by Asian standards, she stands barely at five feet and one inch. As a result of developing a liking for loose, comfortable clothing, her thin arms and stick-like legs look about twice as thin and stick-like as they really are. No one has ever been attracted to the legs, no matter how smooth they look. They are short and formless. Her arms aren’t very graceful either. They are awkwardly long, giving Misa a lanky look despite being so short. Her hands seem too big for her arms, and her fingers too long for her hands. Unfortunately, all this clashes horribly with small feet. The only good her feet have done her is running away at the speed of light. Her body doesn’t turn much in her favor either. She is slender (or rather, wiry, which is never good for a girl), which might be attractive by itself, but she is also not developed. Misa has never gone back to Japan without being called ‘flat-chested’ by at least three boys. At least the boys were her friends, or they would have somehow ended up in the hospital and she would have had to pay the bills. In terms of posture the Gryffindor stands straight and proud, unafraid of humiliation.

As for dress, Misa is never picky. She goes for more convenience instead of fashion. Jeans or shorts are all the same to her. She has never paid attention to which colors suit her best, although she has a liking for red and white and occasionally pale green. In warm weather, she wears a T-shirt. During winter she simply throws her cloak over a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The only bad thing about these loose T-shirts and long shorts (oxymoron, anyone?) is that they make her stick-like arms and legs seem even more stick-like than usual. Misa has been told many times to wear tighter shirts (it's the style nowadays, her friends argued), but street fashion confuses her, and wizard fashion never reaches her oblivious eyes and ears. She has always preferred shoes that are good for running, but her mother has been known to force her into heels. The only problem Misa has with heels is that she always stumbles and falls—usually in front of other people she respects. She doesn’t think she looks foolish enough to be laughed at, but she certainly doesn’t think herself drop dead gorgeous. In fact, one poor unfortunate soul who tried to accost her one summer received five minutes of blank staring followed by “I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for the wrong person.

Personality: Impish, sarcastic, blunt, and hot tempered describe this Gryffindor well. She can be clever when she needs to. Most of the time, the situation doesn’t call for it—hence her ending up with the grades she has. No other class, besides Potions and perhaps Charms has interested her enough to evoke and effort from her. The unfortunate teachers of those classes find her a nightmare. She is careless, impertinent, and an avid procrastinator. Mistakes don’t mean anything to her, unless it puts someone in danger. The grades don’t matter either, unless it troubles her parents. Most professors of Transfiguration, for example, send delicately written notes to her head of house that hint subtly at discipline if ‘Kuran doesn’t pull her act together’. For Potions, it’s a completely different story. For that class alone, Misa will stay up all night perfecting a concoction. Her essays for Potions are usually a full six inches beyond the minimum requirements, and scrolls of parchment covered with hastily scribbled notes are stashed under her bed. Why Potions? When Misa first went to Ollivander’s to buy a wand, the wand maker himself told her, ‘You have a gift for this art. Work hard for it.’ Secondly, only for that class, she didn’t blow anything up on her first try.

Outside of class Misa puts up an outgoing, light-hearted front. She has a select few, very close friends, and a string of acquaintances that she’d met once or twice and never spoken to again. Most of the time, it’s because those acquaintances avoided her. She has a nasty habit of making horrible first impressions—she’s too polite, too rude, or too blunt. She has an unnerving way of bring up awkward topics and prying into people’s mysterious, tragic pasts. That, however, isn’t the worst of it. Once the past has been pried into, she will most likely accidentally blurt it out to an unsuspecting stranger, involving them in whatever traumatizing experience that they’d rather avoid. Most people don’t like talking to her for this very reason. The Gryffindor asks too many questions, too…more than enough to get under their skin. She is very persistent—nothing will stop her from obtaining an answer, even if it means doing research in the library. She has a way of being offensive without realizing it. As a matter of fact, half the things she says, she doesn’t even understand—be it the meaning of her words or the effect it has on people.

Like the firebrand type of Gryffindor, Misa is easily provoked and hot-tempered. One wrong word could set her off on a string of curses and insults. She can’t do much with her wand, but her fists are as hard as steel and her feet kick even harder. Fortunately she hasn’t felt the need to introduce anyone to her physical combat skills, because if she had she’d have been expelled. Most of the time in an edgy situation, she’ll just say a lot of big words and show off one or two flashy spells that she can actually do. In terms of dueling…it’s safe to assume that she has never won a duel in her life. Quick thinking and magic combined give her headaches. No one has ever seen her do magic beyond second-year level outside of class, apart from her Potions. The good thing about having a quick temper is that fits of anger pass from her as quickly as they come. Apologizing has never been a huge problem with her—if anything, she’s not arrogant and proud.

On the inside, Misa hides many odd faces of her personality. It’s taken a long time for her to get to where she is now personality wise. For the first two and a half years at Hogwarts she hardly said a word, had few friends, and if she had to speak, it was with a lot of ‘erm’ and ‘sorry, but—’ and ‘oh’ in between. Over time as she grew more comfortable in the atmosphere of the school, she gradually opened up and started talking more…too much, actually. She still retains an old habit of fidgeting when she should be still, and constantly brushing her hair away even though it never reaches her eyes. In fact, she still has her first stuffed animal—a white rabbit (turned patched with age) sitting on her bed, and her other feminine artifact…her diary. No one has ever seen her with the rabbit or the diary (she prefers to call it ‘journal’), but the former is worn down from hugging and the latter is filled with hasty scribbles. She can be secretive when she wants to; no one has ever found out anything she wants to hide.

The Gryffindor’s greatest fears are fire, and sharp pointy objects. It’s rather ironic, seeing as her own House is of the fiery type of person, but she had a burning accident when she was six and a knifing accident when she was almost eleven. Confronted with these, she will PANIC. Screaming doesn’t cut it close. Some nights she dreams of herself being burned up or stabbed to death. In the face of real fear she will freeze up instead of hiding her irritation with taunts. In the face of genuine danger the Gryffindor is utterly helpless and tries very hard to conceal that. As far as she knows, bravery is, next to honesty, most valued in her family, and even though she doesn’t look it, she cares much about her parents’ expectations. Not living up to this value would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing she ever did.

History: Haruto Kuran was the son of a wealthy businessman in Osaka, Japan. Life had been the same for him from the day he was twenty to the ago he was back then—twenty-three. Every single morning he woke up at the same time, got dressed at the same speed (heck, he even wore the same type of suit), drove to work and parked in the same parking space, and confronted the same people with the same words during work. In the evenings his life was just as redundant—eating the same amount (and brand) of rice, watching the same television show, and calling the same friends. He stepped on the same places on the stairs when he went up to bed and slept in the same position every night. At times, he really thought he couldn’t take this life anymore—and during one of those times, Aya Shiomi stepped in the picture.

Aya was the exact opposite of Haruto—she lived her life with variety, doing something new each day rather than confining herself to the same schedule every waking moment of her life. She was a witch, too, having been taught by her parents privately at home. Haruto was captured by her bewitching beauty—her vivid cheeks, crimson lips (a sure sign of evil, his little brother once said), huge black eyes, and strange sense of dress. They met on his twenty-third half-birthday. For once Haruto had a bit of freedom. His father allowed him to abandon his strict way of living—and the first place the young man stopped at was the bar. It wasn’t a very wise decision, but it was a decision that he never regretted. At the moment Aya was jobless, and the Japanese Ministry wouldn’t give her anything to do since they ‘had no tangible proof that she was really a witch’, so she was working at the bar, cleaning the counter and washing dishes.

Haruto was a clever young man, in fact. It took him less than half a minute to persuade the bartender to let him meet up with ‘the hot chick in the back there’. The first thing she said to him was, “I’m not interested, thank you very much.” By nature, men (well, women too) desire everything that was out of reach to them. Haruto was no exception, and after a few grueling months of hard work, they became engaged. He, poor soul, didn’t find out that his fiancée was a witch until the day before their wedding. He bore it reasonably well, however, save for some childish requests (‘make the feather float, Aya, make it fly!’ and ‘so you can wash the dishes, right?’). For that Aya was extremely grateful, and for a time the young couple lived happily ever after in a quiet neighborhood in Osaka.

Then Aya announced that she was pregnant and Haruto found his world turned upside-down. He was washing the dishes, he was mending clothes, he was missing his high school reunions, he had to learn how to cook, etc., etc., and soon he lapsed back into his old routine of living mechanically, like a robot. Those nine months of his life were worked away robotically, and he emerged from them dry and listless for a time. When their daughter Misa was born his life took a turn for the better again, and for another six years the trio lived happily ever after. Shortly after Misa’s sixth birthday, things took a turn for the worse again. The family had moved from their quiet home to busy, rainy London where Aya could actually find a job. The problem was they had moved while Aya was pregnant with her second child. A mere three days after they had found a home, she gave birth to a son, whom they named Shouta (Shou for short). Then about two weeks later, a disaster happened.

Misa had turned out to be an exceptionally curious child. In this instance she was kneeling on a chair, playing with the stove. Turning the setting to max, she attempted to start a bonfire on the stove by throwing bunches of wood chips and papers (her little brothers birth certificate, as a matter of fact, along with a few envelopes of money) into the mix. She then prodded the whole thing with a toy wand. The resulting explosion knocked her off the chair, cutting her head against the table, setting the small apartment on fire. It burned much of her body, leaving a large scar wrapping around her back. For this reason she never goes swimming unless she really has to. Paying for all the repairs cost quite a fortune as well. Fortunately for the rest of the family they had all gone out for a brief trip to the bank, thinking that Misa was asleep in her room. Unfortunately for the little girl, they returned home after she’d lost consciousness.

After a few days Misa woke up at St. Mungo’s. It was not a nice place to her, and she wasn’t very nice to it either. After initially being admitted as ‘the cute black-haired girl, second bed to the right’, her reputation took a turn for the worse after she accidentally set a nurse’s robes on fire. For the next three years or so, she was closely monitored by her parents. Shouta shadowed her like a guard dog, day and night, from the moment he could move his feet without toppling over. She received her education at home—a wise decision, because one, her parents feared that she might blow up something of value to the schools in the area, and two, because at home they could keep their eyes on her every waking moment. They went so far (or at least Aya did; Haruto grudgingly complied with his wife’s plans) as to coordinate their bathroom schedules and their dining habits. This outrageous plan worked well for three years. During that time, both Misa and her little brother grew in intelligence, beauty (on Shouta’s part), and rudeness (on Misa’s part). Shouta had always been a bit of a perfect child, which didn’t evoke much jealousy in Misa, but it did allow her to become rather cynical.

After three years, her parents decided to cut her some slack. Misa was nine at the time, and, in Haruto’s eyes, old enough to develop some common sense. He was right—for the next two years Misa managed perfectly fine without being monitored day and night. Some might describe her parents as ‘paranoid’. They liked to think of themselves as ‘protective and involved’. Their children grew up thinking that being closely monitored was normal…amazingly enough, they were strong, healthy, happy children. Then, about a week before she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter (since both she and her brother were magical), another tragedy ensued.

This one, amazingly enough, had nothing to do with explosives or fire. It started out simple. Misa had spent much of the last two years fiddling with fireworks and playing sports. She was a runner, had a lot of endurance and strength in her arms and legs (unfortunately, her abdominal muscles were pitiful). Swimming had been ruled out ever since the burning incident. Tennis was a general favorite, as was Quidditch in her better moods. Her father, being a Muggle, didn’t dare try anything out of the ordinary. Her mother was surprisingly athletic on a broomstick. The one problem with Misa though wasn’t that she couldn’t fly. She was afraid of flying. Her own mind was the only thing stopping her from doing anything extraordinary on a broomstick.

Anyways…back to the tragic accident. She was hanging out with a few of her friends during a hot summer afternoon. Her friends happened to be extremely talented at martial arts, weapon or no weapon. Incidentally, they were cooking—making sandwiches for a party. Two of them decided to have a mock duel with the small knives. The duel got a little out of hand—insults were exchanged and tempers high-strung. Something happened—to this day, Misa doesn’t know what exactly—but suddenly they were fighting, furious, and in the excitement Misa tried to stop them. She had a bad feeling about this the moment her friends picked up the shiny knife and grinned at each other. There was a blur of motion, and next thing she knew, she was waking up at St. Mungo’s again, with a lot of bandages, and no voice.

HISTORY STILL IN PROGRESS, although it'd be awesome if someone looked it over =]

Time For the Hufflepuff Yellow Correction Pen to come out of retirement. All correction made are strictly my opinion. Nothing said here is meant to hurt anyone's feelings or make you feel inadequate whatsoever. Everything I put here is meant for suggestive purposes only.


Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor

Physical Appearance: Starting at the top, Misa has a layered sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. A thick mat of bangs covers the top half of one side of her face. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. A clear, sharp, almost straight eyebrow accents a pair of large brown eyes. Most of the time the eyes are a sort of half moon shape because the girl loves to laugh and smile. When paying attention in class or in a serious mood, they are wide open; when Misa is angry or frustrated, they glare with the utmost fury. A straight nose leads the way down her face, stopping above a pair of pink lips that don’t have the tradition Western long-bow shape, but rather the slight downward curve. This flaw is hardly noticeable, however, because the curve is almost always facing up do to her perpetual content smile. When Misa smiles, she likes to show off a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but the two top front teeth always seem longer than the others. Her face is heart shaped, ending with a pointy chin, accentuated by high cheekbones.

Great vocabulary here. Everything seems quite lovely and I'm not sure there is anything for me to edit here.



Her complexion is a flawless light tan…save for a large scar running horizontally across her neck. This scar was the result of a childhood accident. In shame, Misa hides the imperfection from the world with a scarf. At first the scarf was scratchy and uncomfortable, but as time went on, she grew used to it and people also stopped questioning her and giving her odd looks. It splits her neck almost in two at the front—striking her skin like a white lightning bolt. She also has a blemish on her ankle, but that one is much smaller and easily hid with socks and long jeans. In terms of imperfection, her friend once remarked that she looked too serious when she was not smiling. In fact, she has a habit of staring up at a person with her face down to convey a sense of anger and withdrawal. Apparently this tends to scare off little kids, which is quite troublesome since Misa has long had a fondness for children.

This paragraph is good as well. I think maybe you should go into detail as to why she looks at people that way though. Is she shy, does she feel she's inferior, ect., ect.

The Gyrffindor’s build is short and wiry. Petite even by Asian standards, she stands barely at five feet and one inch. As a result of developing a liking for loose, comfortable clothing, her thin arms and stick-like legs look about twice as thin and stick-like as they really are. No one has ever been attracted to the legs, no matter how smooth they look. They are short and formless. Her arms aren’t very graceful either. They are awkwardly long, giving Misa a lanky look despite being so short. Her hands seem too big for her arms, and her fingers too long for her hands. Unfortunately, all this clashes horribly with small feet. The only good her feet have done her is running away at the speed of light. Her body doesn’t turn much in her favor either. She is slender (or rather, wiry, which is never good for a girl), which might be attractive by itself, but she is also not developed. Misa has never gone back to Japan without being called ‘flat-chested’ by at least three boys. At least the boys were her friends, or they would have somehow ended up in the hospital and she would have had to pay the bills. In terms of posture the Gryffindor stands straight and proud, unafraid of humiliation.

As for dress, Misa is never picky. She goes for more convenience instead of fashion. Jeans or shorts are all the same to her. She has never paid attention to which colors suit her best, although she has a liking for red and white and occasionally pale green. In warm weather, she wears a T-shirt. During winter she simply throws her cloak over a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The only bad thing about these loose T-shirts and long shorts (oxymoron, anyone?) is that they make her stick-like arms and legs seem even more stick-like than usual. Misa has been told many times to wear tighter shirts (it's the style nowadays, her friends argued), but street fashion confuses her, and wizard fashion never reaches her oblivious eyes and ears. She has always preferred shoes that are good for running, but her mother has been known to force her into heels. The only problem Misa has with heels is that she always stumbles and falls—usually in front of other people she respects. She doesn’t think she looks foolish enough to be laughed at, but she certainly doesn’t think herself drop dead gorgeous. In fact, one poor unfortunate soul who tried to accost her one summer received five minutes of blank staring followed by “I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for the wrong person.

Personality: Impish, sarcastic, blunt, and hot tempered describe this Gryffindor well. She can be clever when she needs to. Most of the time, the situation doesn’t call for it—hence her ending up with the grades she has. No other class, besides Potions and perhaps Charms has interested her enough to evoke and effort from her. The unfortunate teachers of those classes find her a nightmare. She is careless, impertinent, and an avid procrastinator. Mistakes don’t mean anything to her, unless it puts someone in danger. The grades don’t matter either, unless it troubles her parents. Most professors of Transfiguration, for example, send delicately written notes to her head of house that hint subtly at discipline if ‘Kuran doesn’t pull her act together’. For Potions, it’s a completely different story. For that class alone, Misa will stay up all night perfecting a concoction. Her essays for Potions are usually a full six inches beyond the minimum requirements, and scrolls of parchment covered with hastily scribbled notes are stashed under her bed. Why Potions? When Misa first went to Ollivander’s to buy a wand, the wand maker himself told her, ‘You have a gift for this art. Work hard for it.’ Secondly, only for that class, she didn’t blow anything up on her first try.

Outside of class Misa puts up an outgoing, light-hearted front. She has a select few, very close friends, and a string of acquaintances that she’d met once or twice and never spoken to again. Most of the time, it’s because those acquaintances avoided her. She has a nasty habit of making horrible first impressions—she’s too polite, too rude, or too blunt. She has an unnerving way of bring up awkward topics and prying into people’s mysterious, tragic pasts. That, however, isn’t the worst of it. Once the past has been pried into, she will most likely accidentally blurt it out to an unsuspecting stranger, involving them in whatever traumatizing experience that they’d rather avoid. Most people don’t like talking to her for this very reason. The Gryffindor asks too many questions, too…more than enough to get under their skin. She is very persistent—nothing will stop her from obtaining an answer, even if it means doing research in the library. She has a way of being offensive without realizing it. As a matter of fact, half the things she says, she doesn’t even understand—be it the meaning of her words or the effect it has on people.

Like the firebrand type of Gryffindor, Misa is easily provoked and hot-tempered. One wrong word could set her off on a string of curses and insults. She can’t do much with her wand, but her fists are as hard as steel and her feet kick even harder. Fortunately she hasn’t felt the need to introduce anyone to her physical combat skills, because if she had she’d have been expelled. Most of the time in an edgy situation, she’ll just say a lot of big words and show off one or two flashy spells that she can actually do. In terms of dueling…it’s safe to assume that she has never won a duel in her life. Quick thinking and magic combined give her headaches. No one has ever seen her do magic beyond second-year level outside of class, apart from her Potions. The good thing about having a quick temper is that fits of anger pass from her as quickly as they come. Apologizing has never been a huge problem with her—if anything, she’s not arrogant and proud.

On the inside, Misa hides many odd faces of her personality. It’s taken a long time for her to get to where she is now personality wise. For the first two and a half years at Hogwarts she hardly said a word, had few friends, and if she had to speak, it was with a lot of ‘erm’ and ‘sorry, but—’ and ‘oh’ in between. Over time as she grew more comfortable in the atmosphere of the school, she gradually opened up and started talking more…too much, actually. She still retains an old habit of fidgeting when she should be still, and constantly brushing her hair away even though it never reaches her eyes. In fact, she still has her first stuffed animal—a white rabbit (turned patched with age) sitting on her bed, and her other feminine artifact…her diary. No one has ever seen her with the rabbit or the diary (she prefers to call it ‘journal’), but the former is worn down from hugging and the latter is filled with hasty scribbles. She can be secretive when she wants to; no one has ever found out anything she wants to hide.

The Gryffindor’s greatest fears are fire, and sharp pointy objects. It’s rather ironic, seeing as her own House is of the fiery type of person, but she had a burning accident when she was nine and a knifing accident when she was almost eleven. Confronted with these, she will PANIC. Screaming doesn’t cut it close. Some nights she dreams of herself being burned up or stabbed to death. In the face of real fear she will freeze up instead of hiding her irritation with taunts. In the face of genuine danger the Gryffindor is utterly helpless and tries very hard to conceal that. As far as she knows, bravery is, next to honesty, most valued in her family, and even though she doesn’t look it, she cares much about her parents’ expectations. Not living up to this value would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing she ever did.

History: -- as mentioned before, in progress =] --


Everything that I saw was quite good actually. I'm not sure that there was much for me to do. You are an excellent writer and a wonderful Role-Player.

Thanks to all that looked it over ^.^ aaaaaaaaaand........

PROFILE, TAKE TWO; last updated 23 June 2008

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Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor

Physical Appearance: Starting at the top, Misa has a layered sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. A thick mat of bangs covers the top half of one side of her face. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. A clear, sharp, almost straight eyebrow accents a pair of large brown eyes. Most of the time the eyes are a sort of half moon shape because the girl loves to laugh and smile. When paying attention in class or in a serious mood, they are wide open; when Misa is angry or frustrated, they glare with the utmost fury. A straight nose leads the way down her face, stopping above a pair of pink lips that don’t have the tradition Western long-bow shape, but rather the slight downward curve. This flaw is hardly noticeable, however, because the curve is almost always facing up do to her perpetual content smile. When Misa smiles, she likes to show off a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but the two top front teeth always seem longer than the others. Her face is heart shaped, ending with a pointy chin, accentuated by high cheekbones.

Her complexion is a flawless light tan…save for a large scar running horizontally across her neck. This scar was the result of a childhood accident. In shame, Misa hides the imperfection from the world with a scarf. At first the scarf was scratchy and uncomfortable, but as time went on, she grew used to it and people also stopped questioning her and giving her odd looks. It splits her neck almost in two at the front—striking her skin like a white lightning bolt. She also has a blemish on her ankle, but that one is much smaller and easily hid with socks and long jeans. In terms of imperfection, her friend once remarked that she looked too serious when she was not smiling. In fact, she has a habit of staring up at a person with her face down to convey a sense of anger and withdrawal. This isn't really her fault, because she's so short. Apparently it tends to scare off little kids however, which is quite troublesome since Misa has long had a fondness for children.

The Gyrffindor’s build is short and wiry. Petite even by Asian standards, she stands barely at five feet and one inch. As a result of developing a liking for loose, comfortable clothing, her thin arms and stick-like legs look about twice as thin and stick-like as they really are. No one has ever been attracted to the legs, no matter how smooth they look. They are short and formless. Her arms aren’t very graceful either. They are awkwardly long, giving Misa a lanky look despite being so short. Her hands seem too big for her arms, and her fingers too long for her hands. Unfortunately, all this clashes horribly with small feet. The only good her feet have done her is running away at the speed of light. Her body doesn’t turn much in her favor either. She is slender (or rather, wiry, which is never good for a girl), which might be attractive by itself, but she is also not developed. Misa has never gone back to Japan without being called ‘flat-chested’ by at least three boys. At least the boys were her friends, or they would have somehow ended up in the hospital and she would have had to pay the bills. In terms of posture the Gryffindor stands straight and proud, unafraid of humiliation.

As for dress, Misa is never picky. She goes for more convenience instead of fashion. Jeans or shorts are all the same to her. She has never paid attention to which colors suit her best, although she has a liking for red and white and occasionally pale green. In warm weather, she wears a T-shirt. During winter she simply throws her cloak over a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The only bad thing about these loose T-shirts and long shorts (oxymoron, anyone?) is that they make her stick-like arms and legs seem even more stick-like than usual. Misa has been told many times to wear tighter shirts (it's the style nowadays, her friends argued), but street fashion confuses her, and wizard fashion never reaches her oblivious eyes and ears. She has always preferred shoes that are good for running, but her mother has been known to force her into heels. The only problem Misa has with heels is that she always stumbles and falls—usually in front of other people she respects. She doesn’t think she looks foolish enough to be laughed at, but she certainly doesn’t think herself drop dead gorgeous. In fact, one poor unfortunate soul who tried to accost her one summer received five minutes of blank staring followed by “I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for the wrong person."

Personality: Impish, sarcastic, blunt, and hot tempered describe this Gryffindor well. She can be clever when she needs to. Most of the time, the situation doesn’t call for it—hence her ending up with the grades she has. No other class, besides Potions and perhaps Charms has interested her enough to evoke and effort from her. The unfortunate teachers of those classes find her a nightmare. She is careless, impertinent, and an avid procrastinator. Mistakes don’t mean anything to her, unless it puts someone in danger. The grades don’t matter either, unless it troubles her parents. Most professors of Transfiguration, for example, send delicately written notes to her head of house that hint subtly at discipline if ‘Kuran doesn’t pull her act together’. For Potions, it’s a completely different story. For that class alone, Misa will stay up all night perfecting a concoction. Her essays for Potions are usually a full six inches beyond the minimum requirements, and scrolls of parchment covered with hastily scribbled notes are stashed under her bed. Why Potions? When Misa first went to Ollivander’s to buy a wand, the wand maker himself told her, ‘You have a gift for this art. Work hard for it.’ Secondly, only for that class, she didn’t blow anything up on her first try.

Outside of class Misa puts up an outgoing, light-hearted front. She has a select few, very close friends, and a string of acquaintances that she’d met once or twice and never spoken to again. Most of the time, it’s because those acquaintances avoided her. She has a nasty habit of making horrible first impressions—she’s too polite, too rude, or too blunt. She has an unnerving way of bring up awkward topics and prying into people’s mysterious, tragic pasts. That, however, isn’t the worst of it. Once the past has been pried into, she will most likely accidentally blurt it out to an unsuspecting stranger, involving them in whatever traumatizing experience that they’d rather avoid. Most people don’t like talking to her for this very reason. The Gryffindor asks too many questions, too…more than enough to get under their skin. She is very persistent—nothing will stop her from obtaining an answer, even if it means doing research in the library. She has a way of being offensive without realizing it. As a matter of fact, half the things she says, she doesn’t even understand—be it the meaning of her words or the effect it has on people.

Like the firebrand type of Gryffindor, Misa is easily provoked and hot-tempered. One wrong word could set her off on a string of curses and insults. She can’t do much with her wand, but her fists are as hard as steel and her feet kick even harder. Fortunately she hasn’t felt the need to introduce anyone to her physical combat skills, because if she had she’d have been expelled. Most of the time in an edgy situation, she’ll just say a lot of big words and show off one or two flashy spells that she can actually do. In terms of dueling…it’s safe to assume that she has never won a duel in her life. Quick thinking and magic combined give her headaches. No one has ever seen her do magic beyond second-year level outside of class, apart from her Potions. The good thing about having a quick temper is that fits of anger pass from her as quickly as they come. Apologizing has never been a huge problem with her—if anything, she’s not arrogant and proud.

On the inside, Misa hides many odd faces of her personality. It’s taken a long time for her to get to where she is now personality wise. For the first two and a half years at Hogwarts she hardly said a word, had few friends, and if she had to speak, it was with a lot of ‘erm’ and ‘sorry, but—’ and ‘oh’ in between. Over time as she grew more comfortable in the atmosphere of the school, she gradually opened up and started talking more…too much, actually. She still retains an old habit of fidgeting when she should be still, and constantly brushing her hair away even though it never reaches her eyes. In fact, she still has her first stuffed animal—a white rabbit (turned patched with age) sitting on her bed, and her other feminine artifact…her diary. No one has ever seen her with the rabbit or the diary (she prefers to call it ‘journal’), but the former is worn down from hugging and the latter is filled with hasty scribbles. She can be secretive when she wants to; no one has ever found out anything she wants to hide.

The Gryffindor’s greatest fears are fire, and sharp pointy objects. It’s rather ironic, seeing as her own House is of the fiery type of person, but she had a burning accident when she was six and a knifing accident when she was almost eleven. Confronted with these, she will PANIC. Screaming doesn’t cut it close. Some nights she dreams of herself being burned up or stabbed to death. In the face of real fear she will freeze up instead of hiding her irritation with taunts. In the face of genuine danger the Gryffindor is utterly helpless and tries very hard to conceal that. As far as she knows, bravery is, next to honesty, most valued in her family, and even though she doesn’t look it, she cares much about her parents’ expectations. Not living up to this value would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing she ever did.

History: Haruto Kuran was the son of a wealthy businessman in Osaka, Japan. Life had been the same for him from the day he was twenty to the ago he was back then—twenty-three. Every single morning he woke up at the same time, got dressed at the same speed (heck, he even wore the same type of suit), drove to work and parked in the same parking space, and confronted the same people with the same words during work. In the evenings his life was just as redundant—eating the same amount (and brand) of rice, watching the same television show, and calling the same friends. He stepped on the same places on the stairs when he went up to bed and slept in the same position every night. At times, he really thought he couldn’t take this life anymore—and during one of those times, Aya Shiomi stepped in the picture.

Aya was the exact opposite of Haruto—she lived her life with variety, doing something new each day rather than confining herself to the same schedule every waking moment of her life. She was a witch, too, having been taught by her parents privately at home. Haruto was captured by her bewitching beauty—her vivid cheeks, crimson lips (a sure sign of evil, his little brother once said), huge black eyes, and strange sense of dress. They met on his twenty-third half-birthday. For once Haruto had a bit of freedom. His father allowed him to abandon his strict way of living—and the first place the young man stopped at was the bar. It wasn’t a very wise decision, but it was a decision that he never regretted. At the moment Aya was jobless, and the Japanese Ministry wouldn’t give her anything to do since they ‘had no tangible proof that she was really a witch’, so she was working at the bar, cleaning the counter and washing dishes.

Haruto was a clever young man, in fact. It took him less than half a minute to persuade the bartender to let him meet up with ‘the hot chick in the back there’. The first thing she said to him was, “I’m not interested, thank you very much.” By nature, men (well, women too) desire everything that was out of reach to them. Haruto was no exception, and after a few grueling months of hard work, they became engaged. He, poor soul, didn’t find out that his fiancée was a witch until the day before their wedding. He bore it reasonably well, however, save for some childish requests (‘make the feather float, Aya, make it fly!’ and ‘so you can wash the dishes, right?’). For that Aya was extremely grateful, and for a time the young couple lived happily ever after in a quiet neighborhood in Osaka.

Then Aya announced that she was pregnant and Haruto found his world turned upside-down. He was washing the dishes, he was mending clothes, he was missing his high school reunions, he had to learn how to cook, etc., etc., and soon he lapsed back into his old routine of living mechanically, like a robot. Those nine months of his life were worked away robotically, and he emerged from them dry and listless for a time. When their daughter Misa was born his life took a turn for the better again, and for another six years the trio lived happily ever after. Shortly after Misa’s sixth birthday, things took a turn for the worse again. The family had moved from their quiet home to busy, rainy London where Aya could actually find a job. The problem was they had moved while Aya was pregnant with her second child. A mere three days after they had found a home, she gave birth to a son, whom they named Shouta (Shou for short). Then about two weeks later, a disaster happened.

Misa had turned out to be an exceptionally curious child. In this instance she was kneeling on a chair, playing with the stove. Turning the setting to max, she attempted to start a bonfire on the stove by throwing bunches of wood chips and papers (her little brothers birth certificate, as a matter of fact, along with a few envelopes of money) into the mix. She then prodded the whole thing with a toy wand. The resulting explosion knocked her off the chair, cutting her head against the table, setting the small apartment on fire. It burned much of her body, leaving a large scar wrapping around her back. For this reason she never goes swimming unless she really has to. Paying for all the repairs cost quite a fortune as well. Fortunately for the rest of the family they had all gone out for a brief trip to the bank, thinking that Misa was asleep in her room. Unfortunately for the little girl, they returned home after she’d lost consciousness.

After a few days Misa woke up at St. Mungo’s. It was not a nice place to her, and she wasn’t very nice to it either. After initially being admitted as ‘the cute black-haired girl, second bed to the right’, her reputation took a turn for the worse after she accidentally set a nurse’s robes on fire. For the next three years or so, she was closely monitored by her parents. Shouta shadowed her like a guard dog, day and night, from the moment he could move his feet without toppling over. She received her education at home—a wise decision, because one, her parents feared that she might blow up something of value to the schools in the area, and two, because at home they could keep their eyes on her every waking moment. They went so far (or at least Aya did; Haruto grudgingly complied with his wife’s plans) as to coordinate their bathroom schedules and their dining habits. This outrageous plan worked well for three years. During that time, both Misa and her little brother grew in intelligence, beauty (on Shouta’s part), and rudeness (on Misa’s part). Shouta had always been a bit of a perfect child, which didn’t evoke much jealousy in Misa, but it did allow her to become rather cynical.

After three years, her parents decided to cut her some slack. Misa was nine at the time, and, in Haruto’s eyes, old enough to develop some common sense. He was right—for the next two years Misa managed perfectly fine without being monitored day and night. Some might describe her parents as ‘paranoid’. They liked to think of themselves as ‘protective and involved’. Their children grew up thinking that being closely monitored was normal…amazingly enough, they were strong, healthy, happy children. Then, about a week before she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter (since both she and her brother were magical), another tragedy ensued.

This one, amazingly enough, had nothing to do with explosives or fire. It started out simple. Misa had spent much of the last two years fiddling with fireworks and playing sports. She was a runner, had a lot of endurance and strength in her arms and legs (unfortunately, her abdominal muscles were pitiful). Swimming had been ruled out ever since the burning incident. Tennis was a general favorite, as was Quidditch in her better moods. Her father, being a Muggle, didn’t dare try anything out of the ordinary. Her mother was surprisingly athletic on a broomstick. The one problem with Misa though wasn’t that she couldn’t fly. She was afraid of flying. Her own mind was the only thing stopping her from doing anything extraordinary on a broomstick.

Anyways…back to the tragic accident. She was hanging out with a few of her friends during a hot summer afternoon. Her friends happened to be extremely talented at martial arts, weapon or no weapon. Incidentally, they were cooking—making sandwiches for a party. Two of them decided to have a mock duel with the small knives. The duel got a little out of hand—insults were exchanged and tempers high-strung. Something happened—to this day, Misa doesn’t know what exactly—but suddenly they were fighting, furious, and in the excitement Misa tried to stop them. She had a bad feeling about this the moment her friends picked up the shiny knife and grinned at each other. There was a blur of motion, and next thing she knew, she was waking up at St. Mungo’s again, with a lot of bandages, and no voice. No one knew how devastated it was for the girl—she couldn’t voice her emotions, she couldn’t laugh; she had to hold her tears back for fear of further damaging herself. Her mother sat by her bed day and night, trying to comfort her daughter. Her father dropped by whenever possible, mumbling broken phrases. Shouta couldn’t bring himself to visit his sister. He burst into tears every time he saw her.

As time went by, however, Misa’s wound mended, as did her broken personality. The first month or so at Hogwarts was torture. People passing by stared constantly. By her second year, she had learned to ignore the staring and walk with pride. By her third year, most of the incident had been forgotten. She recovered well, and started laughing and joking again much sooner than the Healers expected. By her fourth year, Misa was living as a normal witch, once again able to enjoy the simplicities of everyday life. The only thing making her nervous now is the day her brother joins her at Hogwarts…

Name: Misa Kuran
House: Gryffindor

Physical Appearance: Starting at the top, Misa has a layered sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. A thick mat of bangs covers the top half of one side of her face. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. A clear, sharp, almost straight eyebrow accents a pair of large brown eyes. Most of the time the eyes are a sort of half moon shape because the girl loves to laugh and smile. When paying attention in class or in a serious mood, they are wide open; when Misa is angry or frustrated, they glare with the utmost fury. A straight nose leads the way down her face, stopping above a pair of pink lips that don’t have the tradition Western long-bow shape, but rather the slight downward curve. This flaw is hardly noticeable, however, because the curve is almost always facing up do to her perpetual content smile. When Misa smiles, she likes to show off a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but the two top front teeth always seem longer than the others. Her face is heart shaped, ending with a pointy chin, accentuated by high cheekbones. (really well done, this doesn’t happen very often but I really don’t have any corrections or things I’d like to see from this paragraph)

Her complexion is a flawless light tan…save for a large scar running horizontally across her neck (not a big thing, but I don’t feel like the ellipse is necessary). This scar was the result of a childhood accident. In shame, Misa hides the imperfection from the world with a scarf (like the change from the first version, though find it kind of funny that the color dropped and the story about where it came from did also). At first the scarf was scratchy and uncomfortable, but as time went on, she grew used to it and people also stopped questioning her and giving her odd looks. It splits her neck almost in two at the front—striking her skin like a white lightning bolt. She also has a blemish on her ankle, but that one is much smaller and easily hid with socks and long jeans. In terms of imperfection (maybe it’s just me, but I feel that the phrase in terms of imperfection makes it seem like the serious look is the first/ only imperfection and the others were not classified as such), her friend once remarked that she looked too serious when she was not smiling. In fact, she has a habit of staring up at a person with her face down to convey a sense of anger and withdrawal. This isn't really her fault, because she's so short. Apparently it (it as in the staring up at people? I’d go ahead and change the ‘it’ to ‘she’) tends to scare off little kids however, which is quite troublesome since Misa has long had a fondness for children.

The Gyrffindor’s build is short and wiry. Petite even by Asian standards, she stands barely at five feet and one inch. As a result of developing a liking for loose, comfortable clothing, her thin arms and stick-like legs look about twice as thin and stick-like as they really are. No one has ever been attracted to the legs, no matter how smooth they look (I don’t know exactly what about the previous sentence I don’t like, but it’s probably the no one part. It’s an absolute statement that involves people other than misa. There could be some odd crazy person who likes disgustingly thin chicken legs out there hah). They are short and formless (maybe touch on the V-void. When girls have very skinny legs, there tends to be a void between their thighs and people think it’s gross). Her arms aren’t very graceful (don’t know that graceful was the right word to use there because you didn’t really mention that her legs weren’t graceful and I knew a guy with super stick legs who is one of the most graceful runners I know) either. They are awkwardly long, giving Misa a lanky look despite being so short. Her hands seem too big for her arms, and her fingers too long for her hands. Unfortunately, all this clashes horribly with small feet. The only good her feet have done her is running away at the speed of light (grace and running go together in my book, just going back to the choice of word of earlier). Her body doesn’t turn much in her favor either. She is slender (or rather, wiry, which is never good for a girl), which might be attractive by itself, but she is also not developed. Misa has never gone back to Japan without being called ‘flat-chested’ by at least three boys. At least the boys were her friends, or they would have somehow ended up in the hospital and she would have had to pay the bills. In terms of posture the Gryffindor stands straight and proud, unafraid of humiliation. (transition to the last sentence can be a little smoother, but it wasn’t too choppy)

As for dress, Misa is never picky. She goes for more convenience instead of fashion. Jeans or shorts are all the same to her. She has never paid attention to which colors suit her best, although she has a liking for red and white and occasionally pale green. In warm weather, she wears a T-shirt. During winter she simply throws her cloak over a long sleeved shirt and jeans. The only bad thing about these loose T-shirts and long shorts (oxymoron, anyone?) is that they make her stick-like arms and legs seem even more stick-like than (stick-like pops up a good deal when you talk about her arms and legs, try to find another word other than stick-like and thin) usual. Misa has been told many times to wear tighter shirts (it's the style nowadays, her friends argued), but street fashion confuses her, and wizard fashion never reaches her oblivious eyes and ears. She has always preferred shoes that are good for running, but her mother has been known to force her into heels. The only problem Misa has with heels is that she always stumbles and falls—usually in front of other (other is not necessary) people she respects. She doesn’t think she looks foolish enough to be laughed at, but she certainly doesn’t think herself drop dead gorgeous. In fact, one poor unfortunate soul who tried to accost her one summer received five minutes of blank staring followed by “I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for the wrong person."

Personality: Impish, sarcastic, blunt, and hot tempered describe this Gryffindor well. She can be clever when she needs to. Most of the time, the situation doesn’t call for it—hence her ending up with the grades she has (how does the situation not calling for it lead to the grades she gets? Little confused here, unless by needs to be you meant chooses or wants to be). No other class, (no comma needed) besides Potions and perhaps Charms has interested her enough to evoke and (did you mean to not have something before the and? If not, delete it) effort from her. The unfortunate teachers of those classes find her a nightmare. She is careless, impertinent, and an avid procrastinator. Mistakes don’t mean anything to her, unless it puts someone in danger. The grades don’t matter either, unless it troubles her parents. Most professors of Transfiguration, for example, send delicately written notes to her head of house that hint subtly at discipline if ‘Kuran doesn’t pull her act together’. For Potions, it’s a completely different story. For that class alone, Misa will stay up all night perfecting a concoction. Her essays for Potions are usually a full six inches beyond the minimum requirements, and scrolls of parchment covered with hastily scribbled notes are stashed under her bed. Why Potions? When Misa first went to Ollivander’s to buy a wand, the wand maker himself told her, ‘You have a gift for this art. Work hard for it.’ Secondly, only for that class, she didn’t blow anything up on her first try. (very good, not much to say. If you wanted to add more you could go into her worst subject. But again, nicely done)

Outside of class Misa puts up an outgoing, light-hearted front (front has a little bit of negativity to me, it implies that behind her light-hearted nature she is actually troubled and unhappy). She has a select few, very close friends, and a string of acquaintances that she’d met once or twice and never spoken to again. Most of the time, it’s because those acquaintances avoided her. She has a nasty habit of making horrible first impressions—she’s too polite, too rude, or too blunt. She has an unnerving way of bring up awkward topics and prying into people’s mysterious, tragic pasts. That, however, isn’t the worst of it. Once the past has been pried into, she will most likely accidentally blurt it out to an unsuspecting stranger, involving them in whatever traumatizing experience that they’d rather avoid. Most people don’t like talking to her for this very reason. The Gryffindor asks too many questions, too (awkward having this too at the end, I think I know what you meant by it but I’d prefer it deleted)…more than enough to get under their skin. She is very persistent—nothing will stop her from obtaining an answer, even if it means doing research in the library (I feel like there are worse things she could do than research in the library ;-)). She has a way of being offensive without realizing it. As a matter of fact, half the things she says, she doesn’t even understand—be it the meaning of her words or the effect it has on people. (don’t know why, but I like the last sentence a lot.)

Like the firebrand type of Gryffindor, Misa is easily provoked and hot-tempered. One wrong word could set her off on a string of curses and insults. She can’t do much with her wand, but her fists are as hard as steel and her feet kick even harder. Fortunately she hasn’t felt the need to introduce anyone to her physical combat skills, because if she had she’d have been expelled. Most of the time in an edgy situation, she’ll just say a lot of big words and show off one or two flashy spells that she can actually do. In terms of dueling…it’s safe to assume that she has never won a duel in her life. Quick thinking and magic combined give her headaches. No one has ever seen her do magic beyond second-year level outside of class, apart from her Potions. The good thing about having a quick temper is that fits of anger pass from her as quickly as they come. Apologizing has never been a huge problem with her—if anything, she’s not arrogant and proud.

On the inside, Misa hides many odd faces of her personality. It’s taken a long time for her to get to where she is now personality wise. For the first two and a half years at Hogwarts she hardly said a word, had few friends, and if she had to speak, it was with a lot of ‘erm’ and ‘sorry, but—’ and ‘oh’ in between. Over time as she grew more comfortable in the atmosphere of the school, she gradually opened up and started talking more…too much, actually. She still retains an old habit of fidgeting when she should be still, and constantly brushing her hair away even though it never reaches her eyes. In fact, she still has her first stuffed animal—a white rabbit (turned patched with age) sitting on her bed, and her other feminine artifact…her diary. No one has ever seen her with the rabbit or the diary (she prefers to call it ‘journal’), but the former is worn down from hugging and the latter is filled with hasty scribbles. She can be secretive when she wants to; no one has ever found out anything she wants to hide.

The Gryffindor’s greatest fears are fire, and sharp pointy objects. It’s rather ironic, seeing as her own House is of the fiery type of person, but she had a burning accident when she was six and a knifing accident when she was almost eleven. Confronted with these, she will PANIC. Screaming doesn’t cut it close. Some nights she dreams of herself being burned up or stabbed to death. In the face of real fear she will freeze up instead of hiding her irritation with taunts. In the face of genuine danger the Gryffindor is utterly helpless and tries very hard to conceal that. As far as she knows, bravery is, next to honesty, most valued in her family, and even though she doesn’t look it, she cares much about her parents’ expectations. Not living up to this value would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing she ever did. (even though it’s kind of uncharacteristically Gryffindor, I like it)

History: Haruto Kuran was the son of a wealthy businessman in Osaka, Japan. Life had been the same for him from the day he was twenty to the ago he was back then—twenty-three. Every single morning he woke up at the same time, got dressed at the same speed (heck, he even wore the same type of suit), drove to work and parked in the same parking space, and confronted the same people with the same words during work. In the evenings his life was just as redundant—eating the same amount (and brand) of rice, watching the same television show, and calling the same friends. He stepped on the same places on the stairs when he went up to bed and slept in the same position every night. At times, he really thought he couldn’t take this life anymore—and during one of those times, Aya Shiomi stepped in the picture.

Aya was the exact opposite of Haruto—she lived her life with variety, doing something new each day rather than confining herself to the same schedule every waking moment of her life. She was a witch, too, having been taught by her parents privately at home. Haruto was captured by her bewitching beauty—her vivid cheeks, crimson lips (a sure sign of evil, his little brother once said), huge black eyes, and strange sense of dress. They met on his twenty-third half-birthday (like bumped into the street or invited by a mutual friend?). For once Haruto had a bit of freedom. His father allowed him to abandon his strict way of living—and the first place the young man stopped at was the bar (so his boring routines were at the request of his father and not his own desires? Might be good to mention that). It wasn’t a very wise decision, but it was a decision that he never regretted. At the moment Aya was jobless, and the Japanese Ministry wouldn’t give her anything to do since they ‘had no tangible proof that she was really a witch’ (what kind of proof do you need? I feel like you could walk in, be like ‘I’m a witch!’ and shoot some spells your done. That and if she was able to contact them, that’s not really something muggles can do. Did it have something to do with her mother? You hinted at the evil lips thing, is her mom evil? Did she conceal Misa’s birth and magic from the ministry, that seems hard but doable probably. Maybe. What drove Aya to home teach Misa), so she was working at the bar, cleaning the counter and washing dishes.

Haruto was a clever young man, in fact. It took him less than half a minute to persuade the bartender to let him meet up with ‘the hot chick in the back there’. The first thing she said to him was, “I’m not interested, thank you very much.” By nature, men (well, women too) desire everything that was out of reach to them. Haruto was no exception, and after a few grueling months of hard work, they became engaged (dang that boy works quick for someone who did the same old stuff everyday and none of that was hitting on pretty chicks in bars). He, poor soul, didn’t find out that his fiancée was a witch until the day before their wedding. He bore it reasonably well, however, save for some childish requests (‘make the feather float, Aya, make it fly!’ and ‘so you can wash the dishes, right?’). For that Aya was extremely grateful, and for a time the young couple lived happily ever after in a quiet neighborhood in Osaka.

Then Aya announced that she was pregnant and Haruto found his world turned upside-down. He was washing the dishes, he was mending clothes, he was missing his high school reunions, he had to learn how to cook, etc., etc., and soon he lapsed back into his old routine of living mechanically, like a robot. Those nine months of his life were worked away robotically, and he emerged from them dry and listless for a time. When their daughter Misa was born his life took a turn for the better again, and for another six years the trio lived happily ever after. Shortly after Misa’s sixth birthday, things took a turn for the worse again. The family had moved from their quiet home to busy, rainy London where Aya could actually find a job. The problem was they had moved while Aya was pregnant with her second child. A mere three days after they had found a home, she gave birth to a son, whom they named Shouta (Shou for short). Then about two weeks later, a disaster happened.

Misa had turned out to be an exceptionally curious child. In this instance she was kneeling on a chair, playing with the stove. Turning the setting to max, she attempted to start a bonfire on the stove by throwing bunches of wood chips and papers (her little brothers birth certificate, as a matter of fact, along with a few envelopes of money) into the mix. She then prodded the whole thing with a toy wand. The resulting explosion knocked her off the chair, cutting her head against the table, setting the small apartment on fire. It burned much of her body, leaving a large scar wrapping around her back(was this scar mentioned in the appearance section?). For this reason she never goes swimming unless she really has to. Paying for all the repairs cost quite a fortune as well. Fortunately for the rest of the family they had all gone out for a brief trip to the bank, thinking that Misa was asleep in her room. Unfortunately for the little girl, they returned home after she’d lost consciousness (wait, so she was asleep or she had already been unconscious and they mistook it for sleeping?).

After a few days Misa woke up at St. Mungo’s. It was not a nice place to her, and she wasn’t very nice to it either. After initially being admitted as ‘the cute black-haired girl, second bed to the right’, her reputation took a turn for the worse after she accidentally set a nurse’s robes on fire. For the next three years or so, she was closely monitored by her parents. Shouta shadowed her like a guard dog, day and night, from the moment he could move his feet without toppling over. She received her education at home—a wise decision, because one, her parents feared that she might blow up something of value to the schools in the area, and two, because at home they could keep their eyes on her every waking moment. They went so far (or at least Aya did; Haruto grudgingly complied with his wife’s plans) as to coordinate their bathroom schedules and their dining habits. This outrageous plan worked well for three years. During that time, both Misa and her little brother grew in intelligence, beauty (on Shouta’s part), and rudeness (on Misa’s part). Shouta had always been a bit of a perfect child, which didn’t evoke much jealousy in Misa, but it did allow her to become rather cynical. (oh I like it when parents like their sons more, especially in asian families. I know my mom tries to pretend like she doesn’t favor her boys, but she does. Kinda irritating haha)

After three years, her parents decided to cut her some slack. Misa was nine at the time, and, in Haruto’s eyes, old enough to develop some common sense (what is the age difference between them exactly?). He was right—for the next two years Misa managed perfectly fine without being monitored day and night. Some might describe her parents as ‘paranoid’. They liked to think of themselves as ‘protective and involved’. Their children grew up thinking that being closely monitored was normal…amazingly enough, they were strong, healthy, happy children. Then, about a week before she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter (since both she and her brother were magical) (how does the stuff iin the parenthesis connect to the sentence?), another tragedy ensued.

This one, amazingly enough, had nothing to do with explosives or fire. It started out simple. Misa had spent much of the last two years fiddling with fireworks (isn’t she afraid of fire? I know fire and fireworks aren’t really related but I figure anything that needs matches and such would freak her out. Same comment for way back when she set the nurses robes on fire. Was it an accident? And if so, wouldn’t she have freaked out all over the place or is the fear something that developed later in life?) and playing sports. She was a runner, had a lot of endurance and strength in her arms and legs (unfortunately, her abdominal muscles were pitiful) (I’d rethink a lot of this sentence. Runners have beautiful abs as they help a lot with balance an such, strength implies muscles which we’ve mentioned she has thin legs which I’ve only seen long distance runners with thin legs and we sprinters tend to have the shorter, thicker, more muscular legs and calves, and although arms are important in running they don’t really get that big and strong unless you’re one of the more hardcore weight trainers in the bunch. My arms were never exceptionally large during track season, only during color guard). Swimming had been ruled out ever since the burning incident (maybe bring up again that it was the scar because I initially thought water is the opposite of fire so what is the problem with swimming?). Tennis was a general favorite, as was Quidditch in her better moods (she can fly in this version right? Haha my brain is started to have trouble separating the two). Her father, being a Muggle, didn’t dare try anything out of the ordinary. Her mother was surprisingly athletic on a broomstick (the choice of athletic makes me think she’s doing tricks herself on the broomstick, but I’m weird and might be the only one who thinks that. Also, as much as I love parent info because it often has a lot to do with the way the kid is I don’t see how these last two sentences connect. Maybe if she plays with them, that would tie them better into it or if they encourage her to play what they played). The one problem with Misa though wasn’t that she couldn’t fly. She was afraid of flying. Her own mind was the only thing stopping her from doing anything extraordinary on a broomstick.

Anyways…back to the tragic accident (what tragic accident? Or rather which haha, poor girl. i don't remember you saying you were going to talk about a tragic incident and then go on a different tangent to be honest). She was hanging out with a few of her friends during a hot summer afternoon. Her friends happened to be extremely talented at martial arts, weapon or no weapon. Incidentally, they were cooking—making sandwiches for a party. Two of them decided to have a mock duel with the small knives (plastic knives, real knives? I take plastic knives to a picnic haha so I don’t see them doing much damage). The duel got a little out of hand—insults were exchanged and tempers high-strung (tempers high-strung doesn’t go well together, probably because both are adjectives. You could replace high-strung with the ever popular tempers flared). Something happened—to this day, Misa doesn’t know what exactly—but suddenly they (who? Just the two or did more people join in?) were fighting, furious, and in the excitement Misa tried to stop them. She had a bad feeling about this the moment her friends picked up the shiny knife(ah real knives, plastics don’t shine haha) and grinned at each other. There was a blur of motion, and next thing she knew, she was waking up at St. Mungo’s again, with a lot of bandages, and no voice. No one knew how devastated it was for the girl—she couldn’t voice her emotions, she couldn’t laugh; she had to hold her tears back for fear of further damaging herself. Her mother sat by her bed day and night, trying to comfort her daughter. Her father dropped by whenever possible, mumbling broken phrases (where was her daddy?! What a bad man not being there all the time. Lameocity, jk I’m sure he had to work but he wanted to be there right?). Shouta couldn’t bring himself to visit his sister. He burst into tears every time he saw her (but if he couldn’t bring himself to visit her, how did he see her? Maybe talking about her or hearing about her condition or throw in a “whenever he mustered up the courage to visit he would burst into tears” or something similar).

As time went by, however, Misa’s wound mended, as did her broken personality. The first month or so at Hogwarts was torture. People passing by stared constantly (when did she start wearing the scarf? Because people wouldn’t look at her weird for wearing a scarf which you mentioned earlier she always wears out of shame. So maybe she went to school and couldn’t handle the questions and looks so then started wearing the scarf. I miss the friend giving it to her, makes it more special). By her second year, she had learned to ignore the staring and walk with pride. By her third year, most of the incident had been forgotten (again, doesn’t fit with the wearing a scarf thing). She recovered well, and started laughing and joking again much sooner than the Healers expected. By her fourth year, Misa was living as a normal witch, once again able to enjoy the simplicities of everyday life. The only thing making her nervous now is the day her brother joins her at Hogwarts… (hahahah same house? Yes, no, maybe so? Heheh)

Overall: Amazing job, very well done. There were very few inconsistencies or questions that I felt needed answering. I feel a little bad because I don’t have much criticism or anything for you to work on haha. I let you down. Be proud, I don’t normally give so few comments. Your vocab was brilliant, noticed a lot of improvements from the first to the second as far as syntax as well. Overall, really great job revamping this. Just a little tuning here and there and you are golden love

Notes: Misa's changed a lot since a year and a half ago, which is why the content of her profile has changed as well. So look out for some more changes as this keeps updating!

OUTER SHELL: With the advent of her mid-teens comes a gradual awareness of her own looks. At fifteen years old, Misa stands at a rather dismal height of five feet and three inches. It isn’t the shortest in the school, but her height causes her to become conscious that she is about a head shorter than eighty percent of the people she talks to. However, Misa doesn’t let this get in the way. She may be short, but from the way she lifts her chin at those she dislikes, anyone would assume that she’s looking down on him or her. Weighing at a healthy – if light – 110 pounds, Misa has developed a slender, Quidditch-toned body. It’s not muscular enough to be noticeable, but it’s enough to give her a good throwing distance for long passes. In general, Misa is reasonably satisfied with her height and weight; she’ll always have reserves about craning her head to talk to giants, but it’s a minor matter that she tends to leave at the back of her mind.

As a whole, Misa is relatively comfortable with her build. However, she rarely stares into the mirror trying to get the big picture. Instead, she can spend hours frowning at herself, for in her face she sees a number of faults. For example, let’s take a look at her hair. Misa has a sheet of straight, glossy black hair, inherited from her mother. Against her customs of earlier years, Misa has let her hair grow out to around mid-back length, although she keeps stray strands out of the way by keeping her hair in a ponytail. A light layer of bangs cover most of her forehead, curving inwards like three dimensional crescent moons towards her eyes. It is her absentminded pastime to stare up at the fringe and blow it into the air. For one thing, her bangs are always too long, so that she always blinks them into her eye when she tries to concentrate. Pinning them up would reveal that the shape of her face is actually not a slender oval, but rather abominably round.

Moving past that, take note of Misa’s strangely curved eyebrows. They start off nicely enough, but unfortunately dwindle away to almost nothing a bit too early for her liking. The other thing that bothers her about them is that they seem to arch upwards and then forget to come down, so that she has the appearance of being permanently over-alert, angry, or surprised. However, her self-criticism lightens up a bit at her eyes. Unusually large for someone of her east-Asian heritage, Misa’s eyes are dark brown and fringed with long eyelashes - the sort that looks good on movie stars, demure young ladies, or sweet girls. Unfortunately for them, Misa tends to look brightly at everything coming her way. Rarely are they dimmed, soft, or sentimental, which takes away from a large quantity of their attractiveness. In fact, if one were to cover up the lower half of her face, Misa would resemble a large, curious fly.

The rest of face is just as strange and exotic. Misa has a small nose, not as flat as some of her Asian friends, but not prominent enough to be anything close to Western. Her lips are full and soft, except when she smiles. When Misa smiles, she shows off – inadvertently or not? - a lot of teeth. They are straight and white, but her top front teeth always seem longer than the rest. Her chin is slightly pointed, but again, just enough to give her face a slender sort of look that would be utterly destroyed if her forehead was revealed. While these features actually give a markedly exotic look to her face, Misa sees them instead as odd and out-of-place. She finds solace in her near-unmarked complexion, which is lightly tanned during summer Quidditch season but quite pale during colder months.

There is only one major aspect of her appearance that she tries consciously to hide, and that is the scar across her neck. This scar was acquired in a childhood kitchen accident, back before her Hogwarts days, in which she was very nearly beheaded; now, her voice gets hoarse when she yells loudly. The resulting scar runs in a slightly jagged line horizontally across her throat, a streak of white lightning against her tanned skin, and so clearly visible that there is no way of passing it off as anything. Before her second year at Hogwarts, one of Misa’s Japanese friends sent her a white scarf; now, it’s a habit for Misa to tie the scarf around her neck, and she doesn’t think twice about it unless someone points it out. The girl has qualms about her scar frequently, even though she has another, more unsightly scar on her ankle from tripping over a rock that she hides by simply wearing socks. Accordingly, Misa attempts to choose articles of clothing that don’t clash too horribly with her scarf. This resulted in a series of greyscale outfits, before she realized that it made her look like some kind of beheaded ghost. Now, most of her clothing is red or white; she likes T-shirts better than long-sleeved shirts, jeans, and is more tolerant of her school robes than most.

INNER WORKINGS: There are a number of ways one could go about describing Misa’s personality. One could tap into her apparently endless reserve of sarcasm, or go into her ability to state everything that comes to mind without thinking about it, or launch into an account of her recently developed anti-male obsession, or even describe, at great length, her unfortunately nasty temper. Misa is not an aggressive person by nature, or even most of the time now – she’s usually found sharing a good joke with a friend or reading on a comfortably warm couch in the Gryffindor common room. Don’t let the book fool you, however – most of her classes mean nothing to her. She’s set her sights on going into the Potions lab after Hogwarts, and other than Charms and Herbology, her other classes are dismissed with a wave of her wand and a bang. Teachers tend to find her a nightmare, for she has a tendency to be careless, with a gift for talking back when she’s angry, and also an avid procrastinator. Her parents have pretty much encouraged her to work towards her goal in life ever since she had been born; Misa took this to mean “forget everything else”. She is extremely one-sided, although surprisingly open-minded.

One defining feature of Misa is her tendency to roll her eyes and answer sarcastically to whatever question she is asked. In fact, for Misa, sarcasm and an eye-roll are scarcely seen without its counterpart. The sarcasm gives her a very open sense of humour, so that she can find something to laugh about in most situations she lands in. This allows her to stay pretty much happy throughout her life, despite being currently stuck in the shadows, pushed aside to make way for greater happenings at Hogwarts. Misa hates drama. She abhors boy-drama especially, although this could possibly be a result of several failed friendships with people of the opposite sex. It’s not exactly a relapse into the childhood cooties stage, but after a major blow-out with her best friend Donovan (a boy), she ended up putting the blame on the pig-headedness of the male specimen, and thus tries to avoid most of them.

Misa has a precious few very close friends, but a string of acquaintances that she’d met once or twice and never spoken to again, mostly because those acquaintances try to avoid her. She has a nasty habit of making horrible first impressions—she’s too polite, too rude, or too blunt. She has an unnerving way of bring up awkward topics and prying into people’s mysterious, tragic pasts. That, however, isn’t the worst of it. Once the past has been pried into, she will most likely accidentally blurt it out to an unsuspecting stranger, involving them in whatever traumatizing experience that they’d rather avoid. Most people don’t like talking to her for this very reason. The Gryffindor asks too many questions…more than enough to get under people’s skin. She is very persistent — nothing will stop her from obtaining an answer, even if it means doing research in the library. She has an unfortunate gift for being offensive without realizing it. As a matter of fact, she doesn’t even understand half the things she says — be it the meaning of her words or the effect it has on people.

Like the firebrand type of Gryffindor, Misa is easily provoked and hot-tempered. One wrong word can set her off on a string of curses and insults. She can’t do much with her wand, but her fists are as hard as steel and her feet kick even harder. Fortunately she hasn’t felt the need to introduce anyone to her largely nonexistent physical combat skills. Most of the time in an edgy situation, she’ll just say a lot of big words and show off one or two flashy spells that she can actually do. In terms of duelling…it’s safe to assume that she has never won a duel in her life. Quick thinking and magic combined give her headaches. No one has ever seen her do magic beyond fourth-year level outside of class, apart from her Potions. The good thing about having a quick temper is that fits of anger pass from her as quickly as they come. Apologizing has never been a huge problem with her—if anything, she’s usually the first one to own up and say “I’m sorry”.

Misa’s greatest fears are sharp pointy objects – sometimes even forks can make her hair stand on end. It’s rather ironic, seeing as her own House is of the fiery type of person, but she had a knifing accident when she was almost eleven. Confronted with these fears, she will panic. Screaming doesn’t even cut it close. Some nights she dreams of herself being stabbed to death. In the face of real fear she will freeze up instead of hiding her fear. In the face of genuine danger the Gryffindor is utterly helpless, although she tries very hard to conceal that. As far as she knows, bravery is, next to honesty, the most valued in her family, and even though she doesn’t look it, she cares much about her parents’ expectations. Not living up to these values would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing in the world.

History in progress! I daresay that was enough to read, anyways. (:

LILY, BABY, SWEETHEART! Mimi is going to go over personality today. Or, err, attempt to. Comments will be in red and come after underlined problems because Mimi says so.

OKAY. So. You know I love your writing, and this is no exception. Content is very good, I get a good sense of who Misa is and what she is like. What'd I like to see here though is how she acts towards her friends and family respectively. Or rather, how she feel about her family. I think you've covered the friends part pretty well.

As for the mechanics stuff, it's just a few bits and pieces here and there, and those might even be just my personal preferences. You use 'she' a lot, honey, and it gets the tiniest bit repetitive? You use Misa's name at the beginning of each paragraph, but it tends to disappear after that. Otherwise, I think this is a very nice personality.