CREEVEY, jane elizabeth

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JANE CREEVEY

some like art, and some consider themselves a piece of it


BASICS
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FULL NAME jane elizabeth creevey[/color]
NICKNAME just jane, actually[/color]
AGE sixteen[/color]
GENDER female[/color]
HOUSE OR FORMER HOUSE gryffindor[/color]
BLOOD STATUS half-blood
PLAY-BY [/color][/color][/font]talulah riley[/color]
CANON OR ORIGINAL canon[/color]
ADULT OR STUDENT student[/color]
PROFESSOR? IF SO WHAT SUBJECT? not one[/color]
OCCUPATION? IF SO WHERE DO YOU WORK? in the summers she works at a little art gallery in cardiff[/color]


WAND dragon heartstring, rowan, eight inches[/color]
PATRONUS sheep[/color]
MIRROR OF ERISED
"How ironic it is that it is a mirror that shows us our greatest desire. There's something so real about a reflection that taunts the viewers. It makes everything seem so... close. And perhaps, for some people they are. What I see is rather unextraordinary, or at least seems that way. I see myself. ...I see myself beautiful."[/color]
BOGGART
"I'm not afraid of heights. That much is clear from my boggart. I'm afraid of falling. If I'm up on the astronomy tower I'm absolutely fine. If I'm by the edge of the tower I start having a panic attack. To end in such a way... it terrifies me."[/color]


STRENGTHS
+Painting and sculpting
+Has an exceptional memory
+Curling hair[/color]
WEAKNESSES
+Constantly compares herself to other
+Isn't particularly good at talking to new people
+Can't really sing[/color]
LIKES
+Artwork, especially Vincent Van Gogh's
+Being told she's beautiful
+Flowers and various other parts of nature
+Architecture
+Her dad
+Walking barefoot
+Feeling dainty or protected
+Watching quidditch[/color]
DISLIKES
+The ordinary
+Shoes
+Cold weather
+Cake
+Being too alone[/color]

OVERALL PERSONALITY
"Everything I am can perhaps be summed up in a single phrase. I pursue beauty. I am a firm believer in that word. Beautiful. The sort of beautiful that makes you want to smile and cry and makes you feel like your heart is trying to burst from your chest; true beauty. That is why I love art and love making it. When I see The Fourteenth of July Celebration in Paris I am so consumed with emotions that it seems as if there is nothing else but that beauty and all the depth of it. Of course, my abilities are no where near the extent of the great Van Gogh, but it is the only way I could ever live a life worth anything I believe.
I see the world different because of art, or at least I do when I'm looking for it. I see all the colours. All the infinite shades of blue and all the random essences of red. It's an extraordinary experience, having the eyes of an artist, but, as it often is in the world, we can't see everything as beautiful. If we could then Vincent Van Gogh wouldn't have shot himself.
I have always wrestled with the idea of being any sort of lovely. I was a rather plain child, which I think must have something to do with it. I suppose I'm still rather plain, but like any girl, at least now I have a chance of combating that with make up and hairspray. The thing is, it never feels like it helps.
That's why, I suppose, I tend to be more reserved. I'm always afraid if I meet someone new, that they're just going to find something better. It takes time for me to trust someone, and for me to realize they won't leave me in the end, or rather, in the beginning."[/color]


MOTHER orla quirke[/color]
FATHER dennis creevey[/color]
SIBLINGS a brother her same age[/color]
OTHER the late colin creevey is her uncle[/color]

HISTORY
"My parents are both beautiful people. My dad has always been a great and exuberant lover of people. My mother, while just as caring as my dad, is a lot less energetic. When I was little my dad would always pull my brother and I onto his lap and he would tell us all these extraordinary stories. They were beautiful. He told me later that they were stories made up by his brother Colin and him when they were little and liked to play as adventurers or pirates or wizards, ironically enough.
I've never met anyone better than my dad, perhaps I never will. When I was eight we took a vacation to France. My brother got sick on the last day of our visit, so I spent my day just with my dad. He took me to the Musee D'orsay. It was the loveliest place I've ever seen. I remember most of all, of course, seeing the Van Goghs. He picked me up so I could see them better, and I saw the sunflowers and the church and my tiny little heart couldn't take it.
I've been painting ever since. I don't think I could ever stop really.
Kids weren't purely mean at that point. As long as you weren't fat or irish you didn't get made fun of too much. When I got to be nine or ten I began realizing how exceptionally ordinary I looked, and it seemed like the little brats on the playground would never cease to remind me. It didn't help that I was such an enthusiast of beauty. It was very easy for me to see beauty in mountains or flowers or my father's armchair, but not in my reflection. I never had any serious consequences of this, or at least none that seem so bad when I think of other people. Another one of my issues.
There is beauty in pain. You can see that in any true art. When I look at myself I am extremely average. There is nothing exceedingly beautiful, and nothing of extraordinary pain. I suppose that is my real issue, and it wasn't until I realized this that I began drawing myself in. But luckily for me people are nice, a lot of them, and I can come to trust them. At Hogwarts it seems as if it's impossible to lack friends, and I'm very glad for the ones I have.
And so that is my story and all the beauty and lack there of."[/color]

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