Post by James Potter on Apr 11, 2008 14:13:54 GMT -5
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Name: James Sirius Potter
Age: 17
Year: 7th
House: Gryffindor
Celeb Claim: Daniel Radcliffe
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 11 stone
Peircings: None
General Appearance (at least two paragraphs):
5ft 8 inches, dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He is pretty short for his age and he hates that, especially when he meets girls that are taller than him. Both of his parents are taller than 5'10", he's just still waiting to grow.
You will never see James without his favourite pain of very worn out and over loved red Converse trainers, unless it's a very special occasion. Normally always in a pair of jeans -- light blue and a hoodie or a shirt underneathe his favourite black and white pin stripped blazer. James doesn't take an amazing amount of time over his appearence, just as long as he smells good and that his hair isn't in a complete state he's happy.
Likes (At least seven):
~ Friends
~ Girls
~ Rock music
~ Quidditch
~ Parties
~ Family
~ Defence against the dark arts
Dislikes (At least seven):
~ Pureblood mania
~ Cheats
~ Liers
~ Pop music
~ Homework
~ Being alone
~ Snakes
~ Dark Arts
Strengths (At least three):
~ Defence Against the Dark Arts
~ Quidditch
~ Caring
~ Sociable
~ Brave
~ Good listener
~ Good sense of humour
Weaknesses (At least three):
~ Studying
~ Girls
~ Always playing the hero
~ Acting or saying without thinking first
~ Stubborn
~ Arrogant
~ Selfish
Flaws (At least one):
~ Reputation of being a player
~ Arrogant
~ Stubborn
Overall Personality (Three paragraphs):
Forever happy and joyful, James attracts friends particularly girls like flies. He is likeable and friendly, good to know and difficult to dislike. He is a real flirter and has drawn many a girl on without particularly meaning to, not necessarily realising but making good use of his gift.
He blames the poor influence of his friends for this who have taken the responsibility of matchmaking, but their expertise leaves a lot to be desired thus if it wasn’t for his good nature overall he would have been getting a bad reputation for leading on so many girls. He does fairly well in his studies, though he doesn’t work very hard at them, therefore if he had ever set his mind to it, maybe he would be receiving better grades than he his.
He would do anything for his friends, he's a really caring person, good at listening and advising -- although he never takes his own advise. James likes to act the hero, if he ever hears of anyone in trouble -- especially if its one of his friends -- he will go through anything to help them. Unfortunately he sometimes tries to act the hero without thinking too much about the consequences first and it would and has lead him into a lot of trouble. He is very arrogant and stubborn when he is made to do something that he doesn't want to do and can be very selfish.
Some may call him a player but to him he is just a lover of the female form and simply can't help himself but flirt. He has the gift of talking to the girls and abuses it frequently. However he never intentionally means to hurt any of the girls that he has fun with, even though he normally does.
Family: Harry and Ginny Potter (parents)
Albus and Lily Potter (siblings)
History (Three paragraphs):
James is the oldest son of Harry and Ginny Potter. He was born on the 27th of March which is ironic because that would be his grandfather's birthday as well. James grew up in the magical world with a witch and a wizard for parents. His father taught him all about wizardry and what he'd be able to do after he attended Hogwarts. All this made him want to be very powerful, he wanted to be able to impress people with his magic since he was a child. He was always fascinated by the way his mother could fix a skinned knee or a broken bone in a heartbeat.
Harry and Ginny could not have been more perfect parents to James, they were loving, caring and spoilt him maybe a little too much. Harry being from a very wealthy family always gave his son what they wanted which of course lead then to be somewhat stubborn and selfish. His Father taught him how to play Quidditch at a very young age so by the time he got to school, James couldn't wait to try out for the Gryffindor team.
When Albus was born, James wanted nothing to do with him. He just wasn't sure having a younger brother would be much of a good idea but after awhile he accepted that even though they argued a lot. When Lily was born, both of the brothers were excited, they fought who would play with her first or that's how James remembers it anyways. He loves his sister as well as Albus but they both are over protective of her ever since she was born.
OOC
Name: Callum
Age (optional): 19
Experience: About a year
Anything else (see rules): Admin Edit
RP Sample (Try to make it more than one paragraph):
Callum waited patiently for the girls reply, the worried expression did not leave his face as he prayed with every part of his body that there would be some sort of reorganisation. However what if she didn't? What if she had lost her short term memory? But how much of her sort term memory would be lost? They had been together for over a year now, been friends for longer, maybe she might recognise his name from general gossip around the school if nothing else. However if her memory had gone would she give him another chance, another chance to show that she could love him again. Instantly his thoughts went to her wolf, it had to know him. After all he was considered it's mate, surely that would mean something to Taylor, deciding a mate for life was hardly something you could decide over night.
Without realising it Callum had bitten his bottom lip nearly red raw and it was not until he tasted blood that he quickly stopped. Taylor had to remember him, she just had to. He wasn't really sure what he did to win her over in the first place and he wasn't initially sure whether he'd be able to a second time. Not that he wouldn't try of course. Callum couldn't imagine his life without this girl, she meant everything to him and wanted to spend the rest of his living days making her happen. The thought that she would not be there made him feel sick and emotional pain that almost felt physical. Then of course how would you believe that not only was you engaged to some random strange boy leaning over you when your laying in a hospital bed for some unknown reason at only fifteen years of age but also that you had an eight year old kid. With everything that had happened to them in the year they had been together how could Callum explain that to her without Taylor just laughing and thinking he was just winding her up?
There was a relief, a huge relief that filled every part of his body when he felt her arms wrap around his neck. Closing his eyes he instantly, like a reaction wrapped his own arms around the small girl that lay in front of him. His head nuzzled into her shoulder blade and as her dirty blonde hair fell upon his face he took breathed in her almost heavenly scent. His fingers lost in her hair as he held her close to his body, so close and not ever wanting to let go. He had almost lost her too many times now, way too many times for his liking. When Taylor's grip loosened he too, though rather reluctantly let go of the girl, however his hands were still placed upon her body. He wasn't really sure how to answer her questions, for he didn't really know himself, only from what Ivy had told him. To be honest he was hoping to only hear the full story from one of the only girls he trusted with his life.
Callum licked his lips, his gaze directly looking into her wide amber eyes as he searched them looking for some sort of answer he knew she could not give. If he told her what Ivy had told him how would she react? He knew that it was one of her greatest fears attacking someone when she was transformed and killing someone... that was more than just a fear. He remember that they had talked about it once, he had promised himself he would never allow her to get into that situation. So where was he when she had transformed. Normally he was always there, no matter what, with her in the Shack and stayed with her from beginning to end of one of the most painful moments in her life. But he hadn't been there and he hated himself for it, so very much. It would be something he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, even though he also knew Taylor would not allow him too.
"Erm..." he started, unsure exactly where to begin, "W-what do you remember?" he asked. Maybe she remembered something. He didn't by any means want to be the person that had to tell her, no that would be as painful for him as it would her. However maybe if she couldn't remember he could make something up, or at least miss out the point about the boy she had... he swallowed, he didn't want to even think about it. But it wasn't Taylor that had done it, she wasn't capable of that.
Without realising it Callum had bitten his bottom lip nearly red raw and it was not until he tasted blood that he quickly stopped. Taylor had to remember him, she just had to. He wasn't really sure what he did to win her over in the first place and he wasn't initially sure whether he'd be able to a second time. Not that he wouldn't try of course. Callum couldn't imagine his life without this girl, she meant everything to him and wanted to spend the rest of his living days making her happen. The thought that she would not be there made him feel sick and emotional pain that almost felt physical. Then of course how would you believe that not only was you engaged to some random strange boy leaning over you when your laying in a hospital bed for some unknown reason at only fifteen years of age but also that you had an eight year old kid. With everything that had happened to them in the year they had been together how could Callum explain that to her without Taylor just laughing and thinking he was just winding her up?
There was a relief, a huge relief that filled every part of his body when he felt her arms wrap around his neck. Closing his eyes he instantly, like a reaction wrapped his own arms around the small girl that lay in front of him. His head nuzzled into her shoulder blade and as her dirty blonde hair fell upon his face he took breathed in her almost heavenly scent. His fingers lost in her hair as he held her close to his body, so close and not ever wanting to let go. He had almost lost her too many times now, way too many times for his liking. When Taylor's grip loosened he too, though rather reluctantly let go of the girl, however his hands were still placed upon her body. He wasn't really sure how to answer her questions, for he didn't really know himself, only from what Ivy had told him. To be honest he was hoping to only hear the full story from one of the only girls he trusted with his life.
Callum licked his lips, his gaze directly looking into her wide amber eyes as he searched them looking for some sort of answer he knew she could not give. If he told her what Ivy had told him how would she react? He knew that it was one of her greatest fears attacking someone when she was transformed and killing someone... that was more than just a fear. He remember that they had talked about it once, he had promised himself he would never allow her to get into that situation. So where was he when she had transformed. Normally he was always there, no matter what, with her in the Shack and stayed with her from beginning to end of one of the most painful moments in her life. But he hadn't been there and he hated himself for it, so very much. It would be something he knew he would regret for the rest of his life, even though he also knew Taylor would not allow him too.
"Erm..." he started, unsure exactly where to begin, "W-what do you remember?" he asked. Maybe she remembered something. He didn't by any means want to be the person that had to tell her, no that would be as painful for him as it would her. However maybe if she couldn't remember he could make something up, or at least miss out the point about the boy she had... he swallowed, he didn't want to even think about it. But it wasn't Taylor that had done it, she wasn't capable of that.
