[Character]
Name: Dorcas Siobhan Meadowes
Journal: burningmeadowes 
PB: Keiko Lynn Groves
House: Gryffindor
Year: 7th
Blood Status: Half-blood
Write a bit of character history; backstory, family, friends, just a blurb or so: Dorcas's mum, Inari, was a witch; her da, Callum, wasn't.  Growing up in Dublin, she was, at best, a street brat, and at worst, a terror, but in the most darling of ways (or so she'd say).  Sometimes causing trouble just to cause trouble and forever mucking up her proper clothes, she felt much closer to her father and was rather surprised when she got her Hogwarts letter, not having expected to be a part of that world.
Nonetheless, once she arrived it turned out to be the place for her, and her mum was proud to hear her daughter sorted into Gryffindor as she'd been before her.  Quickly making friends with the other students, Dorcas is one of the most outgoing girls in her year, and passionate about anything she sets her mind to doing.  A little edgier than some, she's definitely one to speak up for non-purebloods and has been known, on occasion, to get in fights because of it.  She gets along well with the Marauders, and is less prone than most girls to find them aggravatingly juvenile. She also has a near-photographic memory for things she learns in class, and isn't above tossing out information (though sometimes for the price of some sweets or gillyweed or a butterbeer).
She's living a fairly carefree existence, though.  She doesn't realize she's going to end in tragedy.
Writing example:

"Oi, Meadowes!"

Dorcas whipped around, a grin on her face.  Sirius was sidling up to her, saying, "Missed the Transfiguration reading, mind filling me in?"

It wasn't uncommon for someone or another to beg Dorcas for tidbits like that, and Sirius was one of her most common customers of sorts.  "Whatcha gonna give me in return?" she smirked, her voice lilting in a sing-song kind of way.

"What d'you think you deserve?" he replied with an arched eyebrow.

Thoughtfully, she tapped her nose, then flashed him an innocent smile.  "You got any gilly?  It's been ages."  A couple of fourth-year girls passed them, both waving shyly, and Dorcas returned the gesture.

He sighed dramatically, but she knew she was going to get her way. 

[Player]
Name: Brynn
Journal: butterflydarlin 
Contact: cinemaholic.darling