Payton Elizabeth Chandler

[Nurse Payton Chandler]

Payton Elizabeth Chandler

the stats
Name: Payton Elizabeth Chandler
Nickname(s): Pay/Pay-Pay when she was in school. Eliza when she was in homeless shelters. Beth or Bethy when she worked at the hospital.
Age: 26
Blood Status: Half Blood
Sexuality: Straight when sober, Bisexual when drunk
Wand: Bocote, Multiple Unicorn hairs, 12 inches

Draws off the element of earth and sun. Seeks a creative companion, one of intelligence and imagination. Used in the power of persuasion, inspiration, concentration, and the power of the mind. This is a neutral wood, indifferent to the use of white or dark magic. Exemplary for Legilimency or Occlumency. Excellent for Summoning magic, Herb magic, and Potions.
Birthday: October 3
Patronus: Rabbit
House: Attended Salem Witch's Academy in the US
Year: Graduated
Play-by: Olivia Wilde

the history
It all started with a fight, a breaking and shedding of familial bonds. When a daughter cast aside the family business and a mother disowned her daughter for abandoning her roots. Although it had been petty, the loathing and hate shared between the two had been consequential. There was no stopping what inevitably happened when mother and daughter split up, never to speak again. Scarlett hated to see her daughter turn her back on everything she taught her, but the resentment Marie felt could not be contained after her schooling in Hogwarts. The change had been made, and although Scarlett remained behind, Marie vanished across the ocean to the Americas where her mother couldn’t interfere with her life any more. She was a free woman, able to spread her wings and do as she pleased. No shackles to hold her down… no family responsibilities to keep her locked in her misery. Only change.

From that time, Marie delved deep into what she figured what her life’s passion would be. Although she took on a small muggle job, working as a server in a café so she could pay rent for her tiny apartment, she began work on what was going to be her first novel. Though, that was a painstakingly slow process. Taking her time to experience life in America and immersing herself in the muggle world, she began learning just how hard life would be on her own. There was no one to help her with grocery bills, or care that she might not have eaten a few meals, or paid her bills on time. It was a tough transition, but one she had to make.

After a few years of living in the state of Maine, and getting comfortable, Marie felt the urge to move again and immerse herself into a large city and simply disappear. Putting her barely written novel on the backburner yet again, she moved to New York City and began adjusting to the city that never slept. Once again, she took up a rinky-dink secretary job that barely paid for life’s necessities and took back up her life’s passion of writing. She quickly became acclimated to the rush the city offered, and became “one of those people” who took their laptops to coffee shops and continued to produce work while under the watchful eyes of others.

News of the from across the ocean made its way to her window each morning through the daily post America had to offer. Although it was very vague and hardly shed any light about the happenings, Marie kept herself in the loop with what was going on in the wizarding world. Just because she didn’t care for her mother any longer, didn’t mean she didn’t care for her friends she had abandoned. But that was as close to England and even magic as she got for a long while. It seemed like after she left her mother behind, she left magic behind. That is, until she found her wand tucked away in a drawer in disrepair. Although she didn’t use it, she felt the need to keep it around just in case. So she left for the wizarding hub in New York City to get it fixed.

Marie knew that it would be a culture shock going back to the world she left behind, but she didn’t figure the cities wizarding population would be as large as it was and its district as vast and expansive. It over whelmed her immensely, more so than the first time she had set foot in NYC. Trying to focus on finding the wand shop, Marie wandered around awhile, aimlessly at first, then with a map in hand, but to no avail. It wasn’t until a kind stranger pulled her from the creases of her map that she was able to find the shop. He had commented that she looked lost and that if she wanted he could show her around, and then introduced himself as Daniel Chandler. From that point forward he took the initiative and corralled her around the wizarding city, showing her the shops of necessity as they passed by them.

It was over all a pleasant tour, time well spent with an interesting stranger that seemed not to care that he could be doing better things. It was only when the two reached the wand shop that Daniel spontaneously asked Marie on a date. Yes, they were strangers. Yes they didn’t know one another. But stranger things had happened, and they generally got along. Against her better instincts, Marie accepted and dropped her wand off for repair, then quickly rejoined Daniel. He took her to a quaint little restaurant, ordered wholesome food, and did the “first-date dance” of awkward silences and not knowing what exactly to talk about. By the end of the evening, she was escorted out with very little hope she’d ever see him again.

With her rendezvous in the wizarding world over, her wand securely back in her possession within a few days, Marie went back to her normal lifestyle. She’d work her nine to five secretary job, then find a cozy seat in a book store or coffee house and write until she felt hungry enough to leave, then would return to her small mundane apartment to throw together a makeshift meal. Everything seemed to run seamlessly for awhile, until she returned one evening from a Border’s, and found an owl tapping at her kitchen window. As it turned out, Daniel had enjoyed their date and the only reason he hadn’t contacted her sooner was due to nerves. Marie declined his invitation for a date that evening. She thought it would end there, no more advances. But Daniel wouldn’t take no for an answer, and sent an owl to her window each night asking if she’d have dinner with him or go dancing. Finally, after about a month, she accepted and they tried a second date.

From that point forward, their relationship blossomed. One date turned into two. Then two dates turned into three… and so on and so forth. He’d take her out on romantic dinners; she would surprise him with a picnic. It was bliss. They got along swimmingly, although they had their fair share of arguments, and evenly balanced one another out. When Marie got excited or nervous, he would calm her down. When Daniel needed to vent, she would listen and talk reason to him. Not to mention they shared a unique connection of the muggle world that other wizarding couples didn’t. Although Daniel wasn’t too fond of her holing herself up in her proverbial sanctuary, he slowly coaxed her back into her true home. They were in love, and perfect for one another. Despite both their obvious familial disconnections, they talked about the future and trying to have a positive experience, and thus decided to elope.

Although Daniel did a good job pulling Marie back into the wizarding world, the two of them agreed on living in the muggle world in Northern New York. Daniel would commute to his job, and Marie would stay at home to work on her novels and run the household. Not too long after they got situated was the good news shed upon them. Their dream of having a family, and hopefully one with strong bonds, was about to begin. Immediately preparations were made for the arriving infant, and on a chilly October night, Marie delivered Payton Elizabeth into the world. And so began Marie’s job as a full time mother and a part of the time author.

Life with Payton was rather joyous for Marie. Although she hated the dirty diapers and the constant fits when something just wasn’t right, they were easily ignored. She was a mother, she could hold a piece of her heart… herself… in her arms and coddle her until she deemed unnecessary. And Payton, at the time, thoroughly enjoyed the love and affection given to her. Daniel as well took to parenthood as Marie had. He ignored the sleepless nights and groggy mornings spent sleeping on his desk, only to cherish the serene hours of peace with his little girl in his arms or staring up blissfully at him.

Payton grew up as a rambunctious child. From putting anything and everything in her mouth during her infant years, to climbing tall trees and testing her durability by jumping from their limbs as a young child. Anything that brought her an adrenaline rush was sought out. Consequences never seemed to matter to her, nor did the numerous trips to the hospital. All she ever did then was ask questions upon questions until her nurse brought her some sort of snack to close her mouth. Wild and curious Payton, a child hard to keep track of by Marie and Daniel.

By the time Payton hit seven, still running amuck and having the time of her life, news of the impending war reached the Chandler’s by owl. For a few years they had received vague snip-bits about what Voldemort had been doing overseas, hearing about his slow takeover of the Ministry. To say the family had been worried would have been a lie. But Daniel had assured they were safe in America. Only when the owl came that a battle had ensued at Marie’s old school, and inevitably led to the death of the Dark Lord, did any underlying inhibitions dissipate away from the family. Although they had been safe, away from harm, they were sure no harm would come little Payton’s. And she could remain blissfully unaware of the happenings.

Time passed by in a snap, and havoc wreaking Payton mellowed out. She received her letter to the Salem Witch’s Academy, as well as a Hogwarts letter (quickly disregarded by Marie). All too quickly in a flurry of events, Daniel whisked Payton to the magical hub of NY to get her school things, then from there it was just a matter of waiting and asking questions. What she would learn, what would be expected of her, and this that and the other. It wasn’t too long before they sent they’re precious baby girl off to her first year of witch/wizard schooling.

It wasn’t long after her arrival that Payton found just hat subjects she was good in and just what subjects she detested. Although she had her fair share of friends, and would do just about anything and everything with them, she was studious and made top marks in Charms and Herbology. Had she not been so utterly awful at half the potions in her book, that would have been up there too, but unless it dealt with healing or medicinal purposes, it usually blew up in her face quite literally. Before too long, she received an owl from her parents. GOOD NEWS! She was expecting to have a baby sister by the end of her first term in school. Joy of all joys… but her parents needed something to entertain them while she mastered her wandwork.

Very quickly did life change for Payton. Not including the addition of Sophia in her home life for those short few months she was cooped up in summer, but as she progressed in school it seemed her mother became more and more displeased by her course of actions. It seemed like her desired career path wasn’t one her mother thought was suitable for her little girl. The two fought constantly through owl for the remainder of her school years, and after her graduation, the secret of why she couldn’t be a healer was drug out.

Marie couldn’t bare to see her daughter fall back into the field she had run away from, and inevitably into the arms of her “traitorous” mother. Marie refused to let Payton do as she wanted, despite any coercing Daniel did. So what happened to mother and daughter before, happened again. Payton, seventeen years old, packed up her bags and left home in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye to her father or even her baby sister, whom despite popular belief, she did love.

From that point on life for Payton changed drastically. She remained in the northern NY area, mostly to keep an eye on little Sophia, but aside from that, no stable living arrangements were made. She would stay in homeless shelters some nights, then sleep on park benches others… it depended really on the weather. But she wasn’t going home. She’d die of hypothermia before she went back to her mother. Finally she landed a job as a secretary doing invoices in a hospital. It wasn’t glorious, but she earned enough to pay for a tiny single room apartment. And that was all she needed. A bed and a bath.

Payton continued doing her hospital job up until she was twenty two years old. Never being given the chance to move up in the world, but not being able to afford looking elsewhere, including the sworn off wizarding world, she kept her mouth closed and remained diligent. The only reason she was finally given a chance was due to a multiple car wreck on a nearby highway. They were understaffed due to hour cuts, and when she saw the number of injured people being rolled in, she jumped into action. She was by no means trained to do anything the nurses where, but she was an extra set of hands with an extensive knowledge of the human body due to her schooling. So she mainly stayed off to the side, bandaging people up and recording ailments as thoroughly as she could. But she had been given her chance, just by showing some initiative.

From that one moment she was given a letter of recommendation to attend a nursing course to learn the basics that the nurses in the hospital had to do. The hospital paid for her classes, but she was under contract that she would stay with them until her debt was repaid years after. It seemed like a deal to her. Free classes and a paid job when she got out. And it was a good deal. She ended up being the top of her class, taking to muggle medicine like a fish took to water. Even with a habit to fall into the party scene with her new friends, she still got her work completed. It was Salem Witch’s Academy all over again, and she had found her passion.

For years Payton lived in happiness. She was doing what she loved, making money, and wasn’t being held down by her mother. Somewhere around the time she turned twenty-five, she contacted her grandmother, and kept up correspondence with her, however impersonal her owls were. But life was blissful for her for once. And then she got the call. Her parents had died… both of them… and they needed her to come to the coroner’s office to identify their bodies. Could there be a worse buzz kill?

From that moment on, time began to fly by as she stood still. She compartmentalized everything, and was seemingly unaffected by their deaths when she showed up. She identified their bodies, and took the responsibility laid out before her when she was told she was the primary care giver of Sophia. Since it was during the school year, Payton owled the Academy and arranged to have a meeting with the Head Master before she took Sophia away for the funeral. And in a flurry of hours, none of which Payton slept, she signed the relsease forms for Sophia’s transcripts, had them sent to Hogwarts (with a letter explaining everything), and pulled Sophia from the school.

They attended to funeral together, Sophia a wreck, hugging faceless people, then put their parents to rest. Some would have thought it cruel, Sophia probably did, but only an hour after they were buried were they packed up and heading for London where changes would be made and life would be safer. Payton was by no means a mother, and as it seemed, the only relative she had been in contact with lived in London. In her troubled mind, the dots connected that they needed to move no matter how much Sophia fussed, cried, or lashed out. They needed family, and Scarlett was all they had.

Heading straight for Hogwarts, having their stuff sent to a large flat Payton had rented out in the flurry of going-ons, Payton had Sophia transferred into the magical school she had heard about, despite the year having already started. It seemed the Head Mistress was sympathetic to what had happened, and let it slide. Emergencies weren’t entirely foreign in their world. However, what took Payton off guard was when she was offered a job there herself. It wasn’t high paying, by any means, and she’d only be aiding in the Hospital Wing, but it was a job. As it turned out, Scarlett seemed to be getting a bit old, and since she was an asset to the school firing her would be awful. (As it also turned out, Scarlett had asked it a favor if Payton could aid her since her marks were pretty well in those aspects). So much to Sophia’s dismay, and much out of necessity, Payton took the offer.

The year having started already, Payton is finding it hard to gather her bearings. Although she has yet to grip what exactly happened to her parents, she is focusing more on her work and making McGonagall proud of her decision. As well, she is trying to be as sociable as possible, and make nice with all the other professors. However, with the looming responsibility of Sophia over her head, and her senile grandmother’s mistakes she constantly has to fix, outside life has become a thing in the past.


the appearance
Appearance is something that Payton didn’t put much stock into. Intelligence and knowledge were far too important to her during her informative years, that and paying attention to fashion trends was never on her list of things to do. But even in purposely trying to avoid being the attractive girl in school, by dressing oddly or by not wearing her make-up, she had failed. Payton had been born with a beautiful face, and a body to match, easily looked at as ‘the girl next door’ with a bit of a fire in her eyes.

Although Payton doesn’t think her appearance is much to be desired, she has found that she isn’t as bland as she has hoped. With a striking height of 5’7, she stands tall next to some of her counterparts. Although marginally taller than the average female, her height is quite deceiving. Uniquely proportioned, with shorter legs than a woman of her stature should have, it’s hard to distinguish until standing up close. Slightly shy about that oddness, she remedies the situation by wearing high heels which tend to shape her legs and even her out. Although more comfortable shoes seem like a better option for her profession, she finds comfort in evening out her height and stature.

Having lost her innocent ‘girl next door look’, Payton has become a bit more refined and mellow. She no longer seems to be the wide eyed and bushy-tailed girl that she used to be. With an odd grace about her features, her high cheek bones and soft angled chin, she has turned into a woman with a bit of mystery behind her glittering eyes. Accentuated by her smooth flawless skin that she barely worked to receive and a healthy glow she has become a woman worth looking at, though she would never admit it.

The one thing that she both takes pride in, and hates at the same time, however, would be her hair. Payton has always loved her hair and the way it looks when she took more than two seconds to comb it properly. But being that she constantly wore it up and under medical hats, it seemed that it only took two seconds to get ready. Her long, dark brown, silky tresses very quickly became more of a hassle for her than anything. With long, layered bangs that fall into her eyes in just the right way to conveniently be inconvenient, and waves of thick hair that just never seem to stay out of her way for long periods of time, she has many times contemplated cutting it all off. But with her love for it, she has kept it at a healthy and manageable length just below her shoulders. During work hours, Payton has a habit of keeping her hair in a ponytail. Other than that, anytime that is free time, she’ll actually put effort into looking presentable.

Although she has put no stock in the attractiveness of her body, or just how much of a woman she may be, the truth of the matter is that Payton isn’t exactly hard on the eyes. Between her hourglass figure, not to heavily defined by wide hips, or no hips at all, her toned and flat stomach, and her womanly curves, she earns double takes quite often. She may not be the most beautiful girl around, but she isn’t like the average girl walking down the street much to her dismay.

As far as fashion goes for the woman, it’s hardly there. Since she hardly cared for looking good in her school years, and only really cared for comfort over style, it’s easy to tell that she is no fashionista. Although she has since evolved from the girl who hated the idea that she was good looking, and has gotten clothes that accentuate rather than just… cover… Payton is still not the girl to go to for advice. As far as her work clothes go, she’d sooner be seen in scrubs or dress pants and a nice blouse with a lab coat before the silly robes most other wizards choose to wear. Preferring muggle work clothes over wizard professional dress, few robes are found in her wardrobe. As for casual days, simple jeans and a comfortable shirt suffice. She doesn’t go for bling and pizzazz as some would. Comfort is her aim, and simply that.


the personality
As far as personality goes, anyone who knows Payton well enough can vouch for her being rather bipolar in a loose sense of the word. Not so much in the sense that she is mentally ill and needs medication for it. But, for the fact that she has two types of moods; professional and unprofessional. From a young age she was able to tell when she needed to act properly and politely, and, adversely, when she could goof off and be silly. Not assimilating that into one sort of personality as she grew older, she tends to have two.

Being professional is something Payton prides herself in. When she is on the job or the time calls for it, she can compartmentalize her life and show the qualities looked for in a professional setting. She is a very polite woman who rarely steps a toe out of line unless she finds it utterly necessary to complete her job. She can take criticism well, but will rarely put it into practice. She is a woman very much set in her ways, and won’t take crap from anyone. Unless it is actually helpful advice, she simply neglects it. There is no point to throwing a hissy fit and trying to prove you’re right.

Likewise with being professional, she is a very responsible woman. Whether she is taking responsibility for a job well done or a mistake, she handles things. She knows what her job is and what is expected of her and she tends to take that into account. She likes to go above and beyond and sees that more as her responsibility than an over-achiever deal. If something bad happens or something is done improperly and it was because of her, she won’t hide behind another person or find a scapegoat. She will take her punishment with a straight face and apologize.

Like a good worker, Payton is very efficient and can manage her time well. A lot of people see her working and think she’s going above and beyond the call of duty, when in reality she is doing what needs to be done rather than sitting around twiddling her thumbs. There is time for work and time for play. When it’s time for work, being lazy and doing the bare minimum is not something she can do without remorse or guilt. Nor does she feel the work place should be fun. That’s not to say she doesn’t love her job… but she doesn’t feel like there needs to be some sort of “fun” catch to the job. And thus, she gets her work done quickly and efficiently.

A lot of people find Payton unnerving however. She has learned how to compartmentalize every last aspect of her life so things don’t cross into worlds she doesn’t want them to. And through that, people think she can be cold hearted. When she worked in a muggle hospital, when a patient of hers died, she would show no remorse for them. As if it didn’t affect her. But it did, and only after hours in the solace of her home did she show it. Her work life leaves no room for depression as she thinks it will cloud her judgment. Likewise, she doesn’t let her opinions at work affect her opinions outside of it. She might dislike someone for their work ethic… but outside work hours she could be best friends with them. People tend to find this confusing and rather frustrating.

On the flip side, Payton’s unprofessional side is a happy and friendly person who prided herself in her ability to make anything fun. Payton has always been the type of person who enjoyed doing fun things. Laughing and smiling and being crazy have always been hobbies and pastimes of hers. Although sitting in silence to read a good book is on her list of entertaining things, going out with friends has always been at the top of her list. Payton has always been a social butterfly.

Childish is often times a word used to describe her. When with new friends and old friends alike, she likes to do crazy and immature things. Being sophisticated and drinking tea with your pinky out holds no interest to her. She would rather play on playgrounds and swing on a tire swing… or indulge her childish whims with a good game of lazer tag. And that can be refreshing for people set in their ways. A breath of fresh air if you would.

But the downfall to that is when it comes to drinking. Sober Payton and Drunk Payton both know how to have a good time. The only difference is that drunk Payton dislikes clothing and finds creative ways to make things into strip games. Her best invention yet, that she will admit to, is strip twister. Many would describe Payton, when drunk, as one of those crazy sorority girls who would flash a camera just for the hell of it. And while sober, she hates the thought of it, control is something she lacks when properly intoxicated. But fun is something she knows how to have and can make light of a boring situation.

Even though Payton is a bit set in her ways and no likely to change, she is a good person. She is very friendly and easy to talk to. And an asset to have as a worker. Despite her compartmentalizing quirk and ability to seem cold hearted and distant, anyone who knows her knows it’s just who she is. Just like she is accepting to just about anyone and everyone, she expects the same respect.


the likes & dislikes
Likes:
- Medicine/Healing
- Solitude
- Chess/Wizards Chess
- Books and reading
- Discipline
- Swing sets and tire swings… pretty much muggle playgrounds
- Intelligence
- “Letting her hair down” occasionally
- Fruity body mists
- Being tickled, though she would never admit it
- Her cat
- Coffee… any kind, though preferably not black.
- Muggle horror films and that rush of adrenaline
- Camping the muggle way
- Games of Twister

Dislikes:
- Bugs
- Her mother
- Picking up (her grandmother’s) other people’s messes
- Crowded areas
- Egotists
- People who rag on muggles, but don’t know anything about them
- Muggle hospital TV dramas
- Splinters
- Fake nails
- The lack of morality and decency exhibited by society
- Bullying
- When wizards don’t embrace their muggle roots
- Ignorance
- Guessing games
- Getting drunk
- Fake Italian cooking
- Teeth

Amortentia:
- S’mores
- Licorice
- Leather
- Rubbing Alcohol

Pet Peeves:
- Mastication when mouth is ajar
- Nail biters and hang-nail pullers
- When people pick their teeth, is makes her skin crawl
- People who snap to get other’s attention
- Muggle dissing

the strengths & weaknesses
Strengths:
- Always fair
- Rational
- Intelligent
- Accepting
- Healing, both charms wise and potions, as well as in the muggle fashion
- Patient
- Compartmentalizing
- Flexible
- Trustworthy
- Fun/ Social
- Graceful

Weaknesses:
- Easily overwhelmed
- Anything that smells bad
- Teeth, she HATES them
- Handling an overload of responsibility
- Her sister, Sophia
- Violence, she couldn’t handle herself
- Untrusting with emotional issues
- Breaks under the pressure of guilt
- Insecure
- Unconfident
- Frustrated

Boggart: Although Payton spent a good part of her life separated from her family, whether it was from either set of grandparents, or when she left home due to a disagreement with her mother, her boggart is her family. Not in a sense that she is afraid of them, but in the sense that she is afraid of losing them without ever apologizing. Already having lost her parents without even so much as a Christmas card from the time she moved out, she’s realized that family is everything, and doesn’t want to lose her remaining members… those being her grandmother and her sister.

the family
Family:
Father
name: Daniel Chandler
blood status: Muggleborn
age: deceased/murdered
occupation: deceased
former house: N/A
Mother
name: Marie Chandler nee Aubrey
blood status: Pure
age: deceased/ murdered
occupation: deceased
former house: Ravenclaw
Siblings
name: Sofia Chandler
blood status: Half Blood
age: 15
occupation: Student
house: (Up to whoever makes her)

the roleplayer

name: Steph
years roleplaying: a lot
other characters: Lily, Loki, Dren, Teddy, Desmond
age: 20
time zone: Narnian

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