BRISTOW, Carrera Adelaide

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WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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CARRERA ADELAIDE BRISTOW!
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Carrera is a kind-hearted person. She has a soft spot in her heart for her family and friends, and likes nothing more than to see them happy and free of pain. She is playful and friendly, which helps her to get along with most people she meets. Those she is closest to are the ones that can put up with her stubbornness and her sometimes unpredictable moods. She is secretly a bit of a romantic, and likes to flirt and date when she has the opportunity.

Carrera is creative, and often finds herself making things in her time off from work. Cooking is a favourite of hers, because she gets to eat whatever she comes up with. Her mother taught her to knit and sew at a relatively young age, and she now takes inspiration from things she comes across when out and about for her projects. She has recently taken to the do-it-yourself trend, and several of the furniture pieces in her home are recycled and renewed items.

Quidditch and flying have always been her biggest outlet for her emotions. Her joys, sadnesses, and frustrations often show up in the way she plays her games. Her stubborn nature pushes her to train and play at her peak performance, refusing to accept anything but her best.

Though she is generally kind, Carrera can have a nasty temper, especially for those who preach blood purity. She has absolutely no time for them, and has no problem letting them know what she thinks about them. Her temper has gotten her in trouble in the past, and has created her some enemies. However, she tries not to let the negativity drag her down for too long, lest she get stuck in a dark place that she can't get out of.

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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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OVERALL DESCRIPTION: Carrera has never thought herself to be absolutely stunning, and is rather modest about her looks. She has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin. The contrast between these three things is one of the things she likes best about her appearance. Carrera has always been built small, but her years as a Beater and her new training regimen with the Harpies has made her strong and toned. She generally only wears a bit of mascara and occasional eyeliner, unless training or a fancy occasion dictates otherwise. Her hair is usually tied back, as she is generally on her way to or from practice. However, she does like to leave it down when she can. Carrera prefers to opt for more comfortable fashions, wearing whatever suits her that day. She is often seen out and about in a pair of jeans and a pull-over or pretty shirt.

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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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OVERALL HISTORY: Carrera Adelaide Bristow was born in Leeds, England. She is the oldest child of Elise and Carlisle Bristow. She grew up in a very close family environment. Her mother and father raised her as a proper young woman, and as such she is familiar with her manners and the workings of high society. The family was quite well off, although they prefer not to flaunt their money. Carrera's parents instilled the value of hard work into each of their children. They never let these things rule her life, however, and allowed her to explore what she liked and didn't like as she grew up. Carrera's first closest friends were her brother and sister, and they have many fond memories of playing together as children.

When Carrera turned 11, as per her mother's wishes, she was sent to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her mother had attended the school as a child, and wished for her oldest to do the same. Carrera got along rather well at the school, being that she knew how to mind her manners and conduct herself in proper company, as was expected at Beauxbatons. She made friends with many of the girls she had classes with. In her first year, she discovered her love for flying, and in third year she discovered how much she loved to play Quidditch. Though she had watched it all her life, she had never had the opportunity to play until then. Her parents signed her up for training camps over that summer, and in the fall of her fourth year, she became one of two Beaters of her house's team. She held this position for the duration of her Beauxbatons attendance.

Carrera never particularly enjoyed the studying aspect of school, so her grades generally held her in the mid to upper range of her classmates. She found that she had a particular interest in Charms, and spent many hours as a student discussing the subject with her Professor and practicing what she learned in class. She often took it upon herself to learn new Charms. This ended up being her highest grade in her time at school, and she still enjoys casting Charms today.

When Carrera graduated, she headed straight to the tryouts for the Holyhead Harpies. After what she regards as the most hellish week and a half of her life of training and playing, she was invited to fill the open Beater position on the team. Carrera was positively over the moon when she found out, and has since been working tirelessly to set herself up as an adult. She recently finally saved enough money to get an apartment in Diagon Alley. Although she is not by any means wealthy, especially since she made the decision to not rely on her parents and is still the newest (and therefore lowest paid) player on the Harpies, she is continuing to save her money for bigger and better things. She has filled her home with items that she has cleaned up and restored, and is very pleased with her life right now.

Carrera is now looking to build new friendships and relationships.

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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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There was a quiet hallway on the seventh floor that was one of Sura's favourite places to study. In that hallway was a little nook with a stone ledge just big enough that she could sit and stretch her legs out on it while she flipped through her notes and books. When there was a subject that she couldn't seem to get into her head, something that confused her to absolutely no end, this was the place she went. Something about the lack of hustle and bustle, the sound of the wind going by the windows while she was so high up, the occasional twitter of a bird at a nearby windowsill... What ever it was, when she studied up in that hallway, her subject of choice just seeped into her brain in a rush of complete understanding. It was a comfort, especially during exam time, that she had somewhere she could go to make sense of it all. Sura honestly felt like it had saved her grades more than once in the past.

A particularly tricky Transfiguration concept had brought her to her hallway today. She had been mildly bewildered during lecture, but generally that never fussed her; she knew she could always go back and read about it to make sense of it. However, after four hours of sitting cross-legged in the Hufflepuff Common Room while flipping through her notes and textbook, it became quite clear to her that she was not going to understand it any time soon. Seeing as it had been quite early in the day, she had decided to take a break and go out for a walk with some friends to clear her head. There was no sense in trying to mud through the concept while she was so frustrated with it; in that state, even her beloved study nook wouldn't help her. No, she needed to clear her mind, catch her breath, and then she could come back to it swinging.

After a few hours away, she had gathered her notes and books, along with fresh parchment, ink, and a few quills, packing them into her bag. Sura made her way out of the Common Room. She had a long climb to the seventh floor from the Hufflepuff dormatories, and in her experience it was just better to get it over with before you thought about it. It was a long way to go when the last thing you wanted to be doing was climbing that many stairs. Sura climbed and climbed, only stopping to wait for the stairs to change. As she walked, she mulled over the concept that was giving her so much grief. Half of it made sense, half of it didn't. Before she knew it, she made her way onto the seventh floor landing and she was off in the direction of her nook. When she arrived, she hopped up onto the stone bench, turning to lean her back into the corner. Sura tapped her foot as she flipped through her notes, glancing at her scribbles. What had she missed? What was that little piece of information that would put all of the thoughts in her head into order?

Sura sat in silence, her eyebrows knit together in concentration as she chewed on the end of her quill. "OH!" she exclaimed, sitting up straighter. She re-read the last passage she'd gone over, tapping it with her index finger. There it was. She finally understood it. Sura dropped the parchment to her lap and sat back, grinning to herself. Once again, her little corner on the seventh floor hadn't failed her. She wiggled her shoulders in a little happy dance, snapping her fingers as she giggled. Merlin, did it ever feel good when you finally understood something that not a moment before had the best of you. Triumphant, that's how she felt right now. Sura looked out the window a few feet from her legs; it was already dark out. How had that much time passed? It hadn't taken her that long to get up all those stairs, had it? She hadn't even noticed the torches light up brighter, and that meant she had missed dinner. Her stomach rumbled and she groaned, suddenly very thankful she had friends who would have brought a plate back to the dorms for her if they noticed that she wasn't there. Very much wanting to get back to the Common Room to dig into said plate of undoubtably delicious food, Sura dropped the heaviest of her books into her bag, placed her quill and ink on top, and tucked her rolls of parchment under her arm. Food, food, food. That was the only thought that was running through her mind right now. Nothing was going to stand in between her and the gluttonous mass that likely waited for her back in the Common Room.

She took off down the hall at a brisk pace. It was unlikely, but she didn't want to run into a Professor or Prefect at full speed; Hufflepuff was already behind in House Points this semester, and she had no desire to lose any of them. Sura turned the corner, and at the last moment, she managed to sidestep the person she nearly smashed into. Unfortunately, in her surprise she lost hold of the rolls of parchment in her arms. They scattered all of the stone floors in a flurry of academic carnage, and Sura groaned, mumbling a curse word under her breath. This was really not looking to be her night. "I'm really sorry about that," she said, bending down to gather her mess. Her notes were now completely out of order. She silently thanked her habit of numbering pages most of the time. That was going to save her at least an hour of her life. "You really caught me by surprise there. I'm sure that's obvious, though, considering the hailstorm of notes I just sent up into the air." She laughed, shaking her head in pity at herself. Sura looked up, curious to see who she had run into on the seventh floor at this time in the evening.

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