TONKS, theodore john

[ted]

• THEODORE JOHN TONKS •
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Theodore John Tonks
1990's or 1970's? 1970s
nicknames, Tonks or Ted mainly. Teddy.
age, Sixteen
birthday, April 17th 1961
year, Sixth
house, Hufflepuff
blood status, Muggleborn
wand, 10 1/4'', dragon heartstring, birch
broom, He doesn't own one. Watching quidditch is all well and good, but Ted's not one to actually play. You have to be able to stomach heights first...

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Dirty blonde
eye color, Blue/green
Height, 5'11''
weight, 140lbs
general appearance The first thing one notices about Ted – after they’ve in fact, noticed him – is his height. Ted is tall for a kid of sixteen and he doesn’t seem to be packing all that much weight behind him either. He’s rather on the lanky side, all long limbs and sharp angles that (hopefully) given a year or two, he’ll grow into. Honestly, he’s sort of still at that ‘awkward’ stage of development. He’s not much of an athlete either, unless one counts the impromptu football matches he always seems to end up participating in during the holidays, weather permitting. That being said, he’s not completely unfit, and is in fact, an avid runner come early evening. With a pale complexion, he’s got the light hair to match. Straight, or slightly wavy, it’s hard to say, since it varies day to day. Either way, he tends to keep it a little on the longer side of short and the colour definitely aids in emphasising eyes.

As for fashion, well, as a guy, it’s certainly not one of his main priorities. Ted is more about comfort and expressing himself than following any trend. As such, he tends to wear virtually whatever he can find (the boy is terrible at keeping his things in order) and just shoving it on. Obviously, he’s mostly wearing uniform, or a variation thereof, but come Hogsmeade weekends, he’s usually wearing jeans, a good pair of sneakers and quite a few layers of shirts and jackets.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,
+Football
+Ferris wheels
+Airplanes
+Bread and butter pudding
+Sleeping in
+Watching quidditch
+Reading
+Cats
+Old films
+Charms
+Sun showers
+His friends
dislikes,
-Clowns
-Jelly
-Failing
-Heights
-Ignorance
-Losing things (temper inclusive)
-Really early mornings
-Dragonflies
-Compromising himself/morals, etc for others
-Being forced into things
-Fighting
-Divination (but he still takes it)
strengths,
&Determined
&Passionate
&Compassionate
&Open minded
&Loyal
weaknesses,
&Blunt
&Idealistic
&Sensitive
&A bit disorganised
&Temper, temper
worst fear, Tonks isn’t lacking in choice in this department. But it’s not the continuing rise of Voldemort or all this blood supremacy talk that takes centre stage. For Ted it would have to be something a little more closer to home: losing his temper and offending someone to the point they won’t ever forgive him. In some sense it’s already a bit of a reality with his brother, so now he’s being more cautious than usual.
boggart, Coming home for the Christmas holidays last year. Great times, right? That’s what Ted was expecting, but he ended up getting a load of crap instead. It was the year James went from mildly jealous to all out little prat who hated his guts, making every moment over break almost unbearable. Add to that being stuck with the kid for a three hour car ride, an hour and a half on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck, Ted finally snapping some time during the Christmas celebrations and to finish things up Grandma Tonks passed away just after the new year.
amortenia, Air just before/after a storm, pear, cinnamon, coffee
sexuality, Heterosexual
overall personality,
Ted is, well, Ted isn’t your typical Hufflepuff. He’s not just another fly on the wall, but neither is he the type to go above and beyond to stand out. He’s not a prankster and he’s definitely not much of a rebel. At heart, Tonks is just like every other teenager on the planet; a might insecure and unconfident in himself, unknowingly walking into a future he’s got no idea will lead him and keeping it all in check through an infectious optimism and personable demeanour.

First and foremost, Ted is polite, friendly and approachable. He’s not all that boisterous unless he’s comfortable i.e friends and family. At that point it’s time to get used to the energy that seems to come off him. Even so, Ted’s always more subdued than a lot of his peers. He always seems to be erring just on the side of caution. He’s quick to join in on the joke, and offer a few himself, but he’s not going to be loudest or the most obvious person in the room. He’s a kind-hearted individual, finding it easy to extend a natural empathy to people in general. In plain terms he cares. About his grades (though maybe not as much as other things). His friends. His family... In fact, Ted perhaps cares a little too much, and as such, has toughened up a bit since he was younger. He still tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, though it’s probably tucked under a jacket or two for safekeeping these days.

Tonks is also sincere and honest. Typically, it sets him up with a reputation as the ‘simple’ one. Easy to read what’s going on in that head of his, not much below the surface... but as a muggleborn, that’s virtually guaranteed according to some, isn’t it? Obviously, that’s not the case. Ted is multifaceted. Regardless, while most people tend to go around lying to themselves – and others – Tonks is incapable of deceiving himself and is rarely, if ever, duplicitous in his emotions or words. As such, it makes him extraordinarily trustworthy. And really, he is. If someone tells him something in confidence, he is the ultimate secret keeper. He’s honest and reliable. The quiet charm he seems to possess doesn’t hurt either. Nor does the boyish bluntness. But it also means when Ted feels the need to be deceitful most people are incapable of calling him out on it unless they know his extraordinarily well.

Oddly enough, he’s rather open-minded, considering in these times not many people would offer him the same courtesy. He tries his hardest not to come into anything with a preconceived notion or expectation. This tends to serve him well on two counts – it’s great for self preservation meaning the disappointment, etc won’t hurt as much (in theory) and it’s just all part of giving people a chance. To what exactly? Prove themselves, turn prejudice on its head, find themselves? Either way, it also means Ted is a fast adapter. By letting his expectations fall on the down low, he’s able to be more flexible in his thinking and maybe even a little bit revolutionary. On the other hand, there does come a point where not even friendly Ted Tonks can naively wander past. Typically, it takes more than a stab at himself to get him fired up. As someone who seems to prescribe almost exclusively to the phrase ‘make love, not war’, it’s hard to tell what’ll exactly cause him to snap completely.

Tonks is also strangely idealistic to go hand in hand with his aforementioned optimism. He’s the kid who dared to want the world, but still hasn’t found it wanting him back yet. He’s ultimately rather naive in his approach to most things which experience and a couple more years will probably lessen and allow him to reach his full potential. But it’s this idealism and fundamental desire to do right by the people around him, and himself, that makes him courageous. He’s more reserved in causing trouble outright, though. He’s not a reckless Gryffindor that’ll jump directly into the war zone on little information. Nor is he willing to put his moral integrity on the line and loose himself in the process. He’s a little hesitant when it comes to confrontation and fighting. Mainly because he’s very aware that he’s got an explosive temper. He’s not one for sarcastic or biting remarks -in private or company, but when he’s upset and otherwise finds his judgement clouded, he can be rather callous. Yet, he’ll still step on people’s toes if he has to. In little ways, he’s always pushing boundaries, especially if it’s something he finds ignorant or stupid. But when it comes down to it, Ted’s a pragmatist and a peacemaker. He may call it how he sees it, push when he should back off, shove off when he should push back, but in the end, he’s always willing to give someone another chance. Tonks is very forgiving and hands out second chances like they’re candy. He can’t stay mad at anyone for an extended length of time unless its dire.

Trust used to be something he handed out on a silver platter, but these days, Ted guards it a little more jealously. Once he does find himself trusting someone though, he’s virtually unconditionally trusting and loyal. He’s the type you might not always be aware of, but chances are he’s standing beside you every step of the way. Tonks is passionate, determined and tenacious, just managing to avoid being downright stubborn. He rarely gives things a half-arsed attempt, it’s always all the way or not at all. Give him enough of an ultimatum and he will make good on becoming an immoveable object though.

And finally, Tonks is kind of a giant nerd. He really loves learning and reading – discovery so long as it’s on his own terms. Hell, he even finds History of Magic fascinating. He’s keenly intelligent and good at finding unorthodox solutions to problems. If there’s one thing Ted’s learnt to be confident in, it’s his vast intellect. He can become slightly overexcited about certain discoveries he makes and it’s usually comical or fondly endearing to watch him express it. Sometimes, he can become rather single-minded in his determination to accomplish whatever it is he’s gotten into his head. In these cases, he’s prone to quite large lapses in judgement, where his biggest triumphs can in fact end up being his biggest failures.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Jessica Tonks (nѐe Hawthorne)
father &family, Samuel Tonks
siblings, James Tonks, thirteen, muggle
Nicole Tonks, nine, awaiting Hogwarts letter
overall history,
By the time Theodore laid eyes on the world it was the seventeenth of April 1961. The current status was: his parents had been married for the last year and a half after quite a few more years of dating. His mother had taken something of an extended leave from her job as a primary school teacher in preparation of taking on the role of stay at home mother (and would never actually get around to returning). She had a good head on her shoulders and was already well-versed in the art of diplomacy, a skill that would quell countless arguments and balance well with her husband. His father, on the other hand, was something of a nutter, had given up some of his more immature pursuits and traded it in for normal suburban life, a tie and a nine till five job. He would always act more like a cool, if odd, uncle than a parent, always joking around and failing with the discipline. And finally, as he was cleaned up by the nurse and handed over to the first time parents, Ted would never be just an ordinary child growing up in working class Britain.

Born and raised in Manchester, Ted’s early childhood was a relatively normal one. He was a placid baby, but the moment he could crawl, he was into everything, climbing all over the furniture, eager to learn and explore. His mother took care of his educational cues, often reading to him, teaching him his letters, etc. During his off time, Sam took it upon himself to educate his young son in the more interesting pursuits of life. Many a time Tonks would sit by his father in their small living room listening enraptured to some interesting, though most likely inappropriate anecdote. Under the supervision of his father Ted was able to run wild in the back garden or the local park. His days were primarily spent between home and the grandparents and for three years, that was his whole world.

However, soon enough, Jess fell pregnant with the couple’s second child. Though Ted was perhaps a little young to truly understand the hard reality of another sibling, he was excited at the prospect of another kid in the house. And when James was born, going from concept to reality, nothing much changed. In fact, Jess had to keep an extra eye on Ted. He was always sticking his head in the crib, recounting what he’d done during the day and trying to convince James to play with his trucks and lego. He also seemed to have gotten it into his head that Kelsy, the family cat, needed to get acquainted with his brother and would dump the animal with James often. Eventually, James grew old enough that it didn’t matter so much, and the two became rather close.

All too soon Ted’s fifth birthday rolled around, bringing with it the beginning of school. Ted found the whole school environment quite enjoyable. He was always a bit of a bookish child and the structured learning wasn’t much of a stretch. He made friends and took to splitting up his afternoons between homework and play. James was always lurking somewhere off to the side since Ted couldn’t leave his kid brother out of anything much in good conscience. It was also around this time that the family began to notice that strange things that would occur when Teddy was upset, scared or angry. Sometimes a glass would shatter, others a light would flicker. Honestly, for the most part everything was easily explained away. But Ted was adamant he was the cause. By the time he turned eleven, it became clear that he was right.

The intervening years between Hogwarts went by in much the same vein. He went to school, he hung out with friends. At least every second afternoon he and the other kids in the neighbourhood (with his brother tagging along) would ride through the backstreets before stopping off at the local football field and recreating their favourite Manchester United matches. When he was nine he climbed the large oak tree outside the History classroom on a whim. Maybe it was to prove a point, but that was the year that he was saddled with a broken arm and developed his fear of heights. Falling out of said oak tree after staring out at the playground from the very top apparently does that to a kid. It was also the year that his mum fell pregnant for the third and final time, this time with the only girl of the Tonks clan, Nicole.

His eleventh birthday rolled around with little fanfare. The family had the usual small little party. But the best present he got was definitely his Hogwarts letter. At first everyone just assumed it was a joke concocted by Sam, but in time it became obvious it was a little too elaborate. Even for him. Despite being thoroughly excited, Ted was also mightily anxious. By that stage James was pulling away from him a bit and well, Nicole was too young to realise much of what was going on. Despite running scarily late to Kings Cross (everyone knows Papa Tonks has issues with cars) he got to Platform 9 ¾ without too much trouble. With promises to write every week or so, he stepped onto the Hogwarts Express ready for this new and exciting place he’d been equal parts dreading and wanting to go to.

Life continued as it’s wont to do. Tonks had little trouble adapting to his new life. He easily made new friends and Hogwarts became something of a second home. As he grew older he became more aware of the reasons why some select individuals seemed to think he was less than scum. His relatively sheltered existence had only prepared him for it so much and instead of keeping his head low every second of every day, he stayed true to himself and just grew a thicker skin. While he found the work challenging, it was also highly interesting and Ted applied himself to most everything.

And that was pretty much Tonks’ life. Every holidays he’d come home to his father’s crazy stories and complaints about his job. His mum’s awesome cooking and sound advice. Nicole was a little ball of energy and never seemed to shut up. James seemed to want to steer clear, but at the same time wanted to know what he’d been up to. Steadily his relationship with his brother disintegrated. The only real thing they could agree on was the protectiveness they had towards Nicole. Things really came to a head last Christmas holidays when James finally joined the ranks of teenagers everywhere. The loss of Grandma Tonks did allow them to reconnect, though briefly. Ted’s been slowly accustoming himself to the idea that James will grow out of it in time and that it’s only a stage. His mother is of the same opinion, but no matter what Ted’s tried, he always feels like he’s lost before he’s even started.

Now in his sixth year, he’s seriously just trying to get through the year as usual. He’s got no big plans or any clue about anything really. He’s still got little idea what he wants to do with his life when he finally gets around to graduating, but he’s somewhat convinced himself that’s half the fun. He just wants to be happy and ensure that his friends remains happy.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Annie
gender, Female
age, 19... though not for much longer
other characters, N/A
experience, Three years or so
how you found us, Proboards Support
roleplay sample.

His brow crinkled as he stared morosely at his charms essay. Or rather, the piece of parchment that would eventually be his charms essay. Aside from a few new blotches of ink, he had failed to write anything other than the title. The reason? Aside from the fact it was homework, of course. Boredom. Plain and simple. Honestly, it wasn’t something James found himself experiencing very often. Between his two best friends, his own antics and dare he even mention it, detention, there wasn’t exactly much time left for him to suffer from any amount of it, however miniscule. James prided himself on many things, but his innate creative streak was definitely up there in the top ten. The fact it had forsaken him in his time of need was not lost on the teenager though. With his friends abandoning him to... something that was apparently more important, James couldn’t even muster the energy to attend to his sure fire back up plan of sibling harassment. It was a rare day indeed for the eldest Potter.

A quick glance around the common room left him with nothing but a blank. He started tapping a beat out on his desk. At this point, any old distraction would do. None were forthcoming. Time seemed to suspend completely between one tap and the next. And all too soon, the walls started to slowly creep up on him from all sides. James suddenly felt like a caged animal. Cooped up and restless. Still bored. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it. It was excruciating. Like something was weighing down on him... He needed out. Hey, the moment the place you regarded as a second home started feeling like Azkaban, the only option left was to high tail it outta there. Grimacing, he threw down his quill with a savage conviction and kicked back his chair. Screw homework! It could wait. Seriously, it always could in James’ book. What James really needed was fresh air and entertainment.

Throwing on his jacket, he shoved his wand into his back pocket. From years of practice, he slipped out of the common room with little notice, instantly comforted by the slap of his shoes on the flagstones. By the time he’d reached the Entrance Hall and pushed open the heavy doors, bursting out into the courtyard, he was feeling like James again. Unbridled James Potter. Unconstrained and on the prowl. He thrust his hands into his pockets, kicking at a few loose pebbles. As usual, his shoe laces dragged along behind him like thin albino snakes. For some unknown reason they could never stay tied, so naturally, Jamie had given up on them entirely. It was a wonder he didn’t go tripping himself up all the time.

It occurred to him as he watched one pebble ricochet off the low surrounding wall that he should have grabbed his broomstick. Perfect weather for a fly. The afternoon sun beat against his back, throwing everything into the hazy glow that James secretly thought looked ethereal. (Closely guarded knowledge that. He didn’t want to sound like, Merlin forbid, Lily) Sighing, he kicked at a few twigs. Just his luck that it didn’t even cross his mind. Which seriously? Quidditch and James were like chocolate and ice cream. They went together. You didn’t think of one without thinking of the other.

While he contemplated the pros and cons of snatching a crappy school broom (closer, but slower than a bloody butterfly!), he kicked hard at one last pebble. Brown eyes watched in apparent fascination as it skipped a few times off the pavement, whacked a chunk of the wall opposite before thunking against someone seated on one of the benches. Heh, whoops. Cringing ever so slightly James hurried over to the girl. “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry. Guess I should work on my ai...” Trailing off, his earnest apologies turned cold in the wake of the girl’s identity. Lilia Flint. Bad luck had it in for James today, didn’t it? At least this encounter would cure his boredom, he thought with a mental shrug. “Oh, it’s you. Whatsa matter, Flint? He raised a lone eyebrow, lips quirking into one of his many infuriating smirks. "Haven't reached your quota for bitch today? It's okay. It's only afternoon. Still plenty of time to make the first years cry."

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
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