Samantha Tundervolt [ND]

[Samantha Tundervolt]

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Sam

[/i] call Samantha 'Sam'. She's not entirely sure what it is about the shortened name that she doesn't like, but it might have to do with the fact that it doesn't sound like she's a girl at all. Sam is something that should be shortened from a boy's name, like Samuel, and a boy's name only. She feels that not only does it not sound feminine, but also if you can't say her full name to her every time you try to get her attention, then you shouldn't be talking to her at all.[/ul]
Blake

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Personality.

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Likes
Big Fluffy Pillows

Flowers

Soccer

Quiet

Gossip

[/i] herself some gossip. Never, ever, will you hear the girl repeat what she has heard, that isn't her style at all. She is not a gossiper, just loves the gossip. Even though she knows that sometimes it ruins relationships and, sometimes, even some reputations, it just is interesting to hear everyone's business. Being such a quiet person, she hears all the latest break ups, make ups, and make outs. It's just all very interesting.
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Jacob

Connor

Tyler

[/i], but he has enough personality to be one. The little black kitten was given to her after her brother left the school, as something to remind her of him. She takes the little furball everywhere she goes, and even when she doesn't try to, he usually ends up with her. He follows her around like a little lost puppy. Or, rather, a little lost kitten.
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Lemon Sherbet

Dislikes
Her Blood

Flying

Her Sister

[/i] did and how pretty Samantha was. She was the pretty one, she was the one who did the cute stuff. It stemmed into something even worse as the two got older, and it probably will never change.
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Potions

The Color Yellow

Cranberry Juice

Worms

Fried Fish

Interests && Hobbies:

Books

Poetry

[/i] privileged. She writes for herself, a way of getting all the emotions she keeps to herself out of her, and nothing more. Because of this, very few people have ever, and I do mean ever, seen anything she's written.
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Drawing

Finding Pictures in Clouds

Strengths:

Intelligent

Writing

Persuasion

Determination

Care of Magical Creatures

Animals in General

Singing

Weaknesses:

Opposite Sex

Clumsy

Spotlight

Desire to be Accepted

Level Ground

[/i] ground. It ties into the whole Clumsy weakness. What's funny, though, about the whole ordeal is she can easily walk on uneven surfaces. She's not sure why, but maybe it has to do with the fact that she pays more attention when the ground is uneven, she knows there's a chance of falling, where on level ground she thinks she's alright.
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Secrets:

Her Blood

She Hates Her Sister

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Past.

Parents && Siblings:
Parents

David Tundervolt

Tiffany (Whittaker) Tundevolt

Siblings

Jessika Tundervolt

Jacob Tundervolt

Character History:

Before Children

Jessika

Jacob

Baby

Toddler

Childhood

The Letter

First year

Second Year

Third Year

Fourth Year

Fifth Year

Sixth Year

Hallows.

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Role Playing Sample:

I'm completely unconnected
Constantly rejected
Like everything I've ever loved is coming down
I'm drowning in emotion
In the middle of the ocean
Never knowing when it's over and I'm going down

That's how I feel

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It seemed that Samantha was being cold hearted, but she honestly hadn't meant to be. She was such a shy little thing, never opening up to anyone. Now that she had, she had expected something much different then what she had gotten. She knew what heartbreak felt like, as she had been full of it the past few days. It was such a dramatic term, heartbreak. When you think of it, you automatically think movies, books, teenagers who date for two weeks and decide they're 'in love', anything but the real thing. She had seen quite a few movie pictures, and had read even more books, and nothing she'd seen could adequately explain what real heartbreak felt like. It was like you had a hole inside your chest, something ragged around the edges, and the only thing that could make it stop throbbing was being close to the person who broke your heart in the first place.

"How... dare... you?"

She blinked up at him, a little shocked at how angry he sounded. He was the one that had left her high and dry, not the other way around. Sure she could have been a little less harsh when it came to her words, but she was hurt. It wasn't just male nature that made you get angry to stop from being hurt, it was human nature to do so. Even being a shy girl, her innate instincts were telling her to be angry, to be mad, to even be mean, but that was where she drew the line. She could snap at the boy, as she could see how he almost deserved said snapping, but she could never be down right rude to him. He had hurt her more then anyone she had ever met, including her sister, which was saying something. But, when it came down to it, the fact of the matter was it didn't matter. She was completely, fully, helplessly, madly, head over feet for the boy.

"How... dare... you?"

She watched him closely as the words were said once more, her crystal eyes taking in everything about the boy. His speech was broken, but that was nothing new to her. She could remember quite clearly those first little conversations that had started their friendship, how closed up and shy he was. It was actually a nice thing, though most girls would find it rather irritating. Very rarely did she ever meet someone who could rival her in the shy department, and it was quite refreshing. But now, looking at him, he didn't seem shy at all, but getting more and more angry as it went on. He wouldn't even look at her, his flashing green eyes staring at the ground with determination. She hadn't meant to make him angry, to be quite honest, but at the same time she knew it might happen. She couldn't help herself, though. Those words had to be said.

"You honestly think... that you can just come up to me... and start ranting about how I'm avoiding you... without even asking for an explanation?"

More blinking. Well, she hadn't thought to ask for an explanation. Well, she had, but she hadn't waited for an answer. What other explanation could there be other then he just didn't feel the same? And even then, that was no excuse. Surely he could have had the decency, the heart, to tell her the truth, to not let her be strung along like a little puppet. It was unnerving how wrong she had been about this boy, absolutely terrifying. But then...had she been so wrong? No, no, she hadn't. There couldn't be any other reason for his absence in her life. He had freaked out when she had kissed him, decided that he didn't want to tell her, and had avoided her until she got the point. Case friggen closed.

"I mean, sure, you asked for an explanation... but that was all for the sake of an argument... Did you ever think for one moment that maybe there was a very good reason why I would duck away, huh?"

Absolutely not. Not for one second had she thought any reason to be good enough to avoid her for damn near a week. Still, he would not look at her, and she couldn't help but wonder what his reasoning would actually be. "No." She said quietly to answer his question, though she was sure that that statement was also for 'sake of an argument'. Slowly, her stance was getting less and less confident, like it had been when she had tore into him, and she was reverting to her inward stance. Still, though, she would not give in. Too many times she had done so to too many people, and she was sick of it. She had deserved an explanation, or at the very least a goodbye. It was the least he could of done, and she thought it wasn't too much to ask for.

"Did you even stop to think for a moment that a lot happened that night? That maybe it was a bit too much to try and process, and that I needed some time?!"

His voice had suddenly got louder, and his face hardened. People walking down the street looked at them curiously, looking for a domestic fight, and her eyes flickered from them back to Serge. For once, what everyone else thought didn't matter. She couldn't of cared less. She knew as well as anyone that something very big had happened that night. Samantha was not the type of girl to take risks, to take chances. She was the girl who sat in the back of the class, did what she told, and kept her head down, keeping as much attention off of her as she possibly could. Never, ever, had she opened herself up to be hurt like she had with him. She thought it would've been okay, it seemed the signs of him liking her back were there. But she supposed that maybe she was blinded by how much she had cared for him, just like millions of girls have done before with other boys.

"But I couldn't tell you that I needed time alone to sort it out. Come on, Samantha, would you have honestly believed that?! And so, I just took the time I needed..."

By this point Samantha was practically bawling. She was a quiet crier, generally the only way of knowing about it was looking at her. And since he hadn't done that for the past five plus minutes, he hadn't seen the tears that had welled up in her eyes before slowly spilling on to her cheeks. He trailed off though, stopping seemingly mid-sentence, and she brought her eyes up from the ground to look him fully in the eyes. His face had melted, smoothing out in to the Serge she knew and loved. She sniffed softly, her small hands coming up to angrily brush away her tears. She didn't need his damn sympathy, nor did she want it. Any guy at all would soften up at a girl crying, especially Serge. It had nothing to do with it being her, and she had to keep reminding herself that before she got hurt. Again.

He moved closer to her then, and for a split second she let herself hope that he was going to embrace her, that he was going to hug her close, kiss her hair, and tell her everything was going to be alright with them. It wasn't just being rejected that upset Samantha so much, it was more the fact that she had risked, and seemed to have lost, the best friendship she'd ever had in her life, outside of her brother. Of course, he didn't embrace her, but merely stood there, just a few steps away from her. Foolish hope, once again, she had better really learn to keep that stupid ass emotion in check before there was damage that couldn't be repaired, if this could at all. She fidgeted, sniffing, finally being able to stop her tears from coming, her eyes staring at the ground. She couldn't look at him again. Not now.

Slowly, her came forward even more. She felt like flinching away, but she did not. She held her ground, determined to not seem like such a wimp. His hands outstretched, and she actually jumped as they wrapped around her smaller ones. She did not back away, though, nor did she pull her hands free. She sat there and stared at her hands in his, emotions running back from before. How good it felt to be with him, to be around him. How she had almost felt normal...how he had almost made her feel like she fit in somewhere. She did not look him in the face, though. At this precise moment, she knew that if she had dared, her tears that already threatened her eyelids would finally break through, and she was sick of crying for him.

"Samantha, look at me..."

His tone had caught her off guard, and she couldn't help her eyes from looking him fully in the eyes. It had been quiet, but that was not new, and kind. It reminded her even more of when everything between them was okay, when she was okay. She had fallen for Serge even more then she had realized, really, when she thought about it. She knew she cared for him quite a bit, and she also knew she had never felt this way before. But, that was not a surprise. She didn't have boyfriends, didn't even get close enough to guys to attempt having a boyfriend. She didn't need one, nor did she want one. But, the more she had thought about it, the more she had realized she needed Serge. Sure, if he had really decided to not want her like it seemed, she would live. But she still needed him in her life.

"I let you kiss me, and I most certainly kissed back because... because I do feel the same. It hurts me to know that the time I took to realize this made you assume just the opposite... For that, I am truly sorry..."

She stared at him, wide eyed, and it seemed almost natural that her mouth would fall open, the look she had. It didn't, of course, as she knew better then to look dumber then she already did, but Merlin she wanted to just let her jaw go slack. She hadn't thought that he had maybe needed time to figure things out. That...well, that she could have understood, respected even. She instantly felt bad for automatically assuming the worse when it came to Serge. It seemed she was the one messing up their relationship by her own little rant, rather then him by taking time. A small light pink tint came to her cheeks, and her eyes down casted, obviously ashamed of her earlier actions and words.

"I would certainly like to think that you know me better than that, Samantha."

And, of course, she did know him better then that. She had gotten closer to Serge in these past few months then she had ever gotten to anyone outside of her family, let alone to another guy. She knew how he thought, how he spoke, every single little thing about him, including, as she had previously thought, how he felt. She should be ashamed of herself for thinking otherwise, knowing him like she did, and, of course, she was. She couldn't of felt worse for being such a bitch if she had tried to do so. She bit her lip, her eyes still staring at the ground. How stupid she had been...Merin she hoped that he could forgive her. She couldn't bare the feeling that she had messed up their relationship, not again. Once was enough.

"And I'd also like to think that I'm better than that... better than all those things you assumed I was trying to portray by avoiding you..."

And, he was. He was better then everything she had said, and she knew that even as she had spoken the words. Had he even really not wanted her like she had thought, he still wouldn't be nearly as bad as she had said, there was no way he could be. He was Serge, that cute little shy Hufflepuff that any girl in their right mind would fall for. He was...well, everything a girl could ask for, and even more then that. He was what she wanted, and the one she had fallen for. And to think she had almost messed up by letting her anger out. It didn't happen very often, but she was a veela after all, and they were prone to anger outbursts. Granted, she wasn't much like the kind of veela people expected, but she still had the blood.

She slid her hands out of his, chewing on her lip, and began to open and close them continuously. She wanted to...well, she wanted to do a lot of things. She wanted to run away and hide, she wanted to slap him for not explaining it earlier, she wanted to slap herself for thinking the worse. Most of all, she wanted to kiss him, snog the boy bloody well senseless. So, she compromised. Her hands came forward, gripping on to the front of his shirt. "You stupid, stupid boy.." She said quietly, no anger at all in her tone. She shook him gently to accent her point. Not hard at all, just hard enough to make his head bob back a few times. She leaned forward, her nose inches from his, pausing to whisper. "It wasn't really that hard, now was it?" With a soft laugh and a smile that could melt the hardest man, she leaned forward the rest of the way pressing her lips to his.[/blockquote]
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[daphne greengrass]