Post by jamespotter on Jan 30, 2011 22:54:29 GMT -5
• JAMES 'THEBESTTHINGSINCESLICEDBREAD' POTTER •
it's a kind of magic.
one dream, one soul, one prize, one goal,
one golden glance of what should be.
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, James 'mustirepeatthisagain' Potter. Alright, alright! It's "Charlus."
1990's or 1970's? 1970's, back where it alllll began
nicknames, Prongs, Prongsy, Potter, Bullying Toerag if it suits your redheaded fancy!
age, Seventeen
birthday, March 27th.
year, Seventh Year
house, Gryffindor (if it isn't glaringly obvious from the bleeding courage)
blood status, Pureblood, because it completely matters. If you've got it, flaaaaunnnttt itttt.
wand, 11 inches, mahogany
broom, If I have one? If I have one?! Well, of course I bloody have one!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, The most perfect shade of black, so perfect that it puts that Sirius Black lad's lustrous mane to shame. Nobody's hair is quite as effortless as that of James Potters'. Literally. Effortless as in he hasn't tamed it since first year when his mother forced him to comb it back all proper-like. Blech. Doesn't she know that unkempt is the new in?
eye color, Hazel-brown of the enticing kind. Or, you know, pleasantly boring.
height, 5'11" when he's not slouching, which doesn't seem to be very often!
weight, 160 pounds of lean, lanky muscle, but his ego easily adds on about 50 additional.
general appearance James is tall, lean and lanky with untameable black hair, hazel-brown eyes that you could just get lost in (or so he proclaims) if it weren't for his obtrusive glasses with black frames, and an all-around above-average face. Just ask him! He has a horrible habit of ruffling his hair into a disheveled mess, though he writes it off as effortlessly appealing and a look that "works" for him, as well as the habit of losing his glasses in the most inopportune of moments and stumbling around blindly, all the while attempting to keep his cool.
Since a ripe young age, James has possessed a rather arrogant sort of air that he carries himself with. For some Merlin forsaken reason, he has it in him that he is something along the lines of extravagant and therefore is more often than not seen with his shoulders squared and his chest slightly puffed, giving the impression that he knows how to do anything and everything... which he doesn't. Not in the least bit, especially looking the part of extravagant. He fails miserably at it, more prone to old t-shirts and tattered pants over anything remotely fancy. Not even his red-headed object of desire could persuade him otherwise.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Attention, Quidditch, Lily Evans, his friends, winning, flying, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black more often than not, loyalty, Lily Evans, humor, did he perhaps mention Lily Evans?
dislikes, Losing, not getting attention, possibly Sirius hogging his well-deserved attention, the Dark Lord, Death Eaters, Dementers, Severus Snape (not particularly in that order), cowardice, betrayal, disloyalty, bigotry, elitists.
strengths, On an impersonal note, James' talents lie in dueling, Quidditch (he's exceptional on a broom), transfiguration, and his unyielding ability to charm your socks off. Look on a deeper level and you'll find that James' greater strength lies in others. He is incredibly loyal in that once you have his friendship, it's never fading. He is also very protective and will never run from a fight, but will never be the one seeking one out. Blame his overwhelming need to always do the right thing.
weaknesses, It's funny how it works, but most of James' strengths seem to double as his weaknesses. His loyalty is so severe that it's to a fault, leaving him blind to something that could be unfolding right before his very eyes. It is very hard to change his mind on a person's character once he's initially decided on it himself, no matter if they're a friend or enemy. His need to the do the right thing can easily get out of hand as he gets cocky about victories and his "do-goods", often to the point of him making a complete arse of himself in the name of showing off. He is extremely hot-headed, a trait seemingly unbreakable and the quickest way to upset him is to upset someone he cares about, in which case he'll be ready with wand steady no matter the case. Oh, and potions. He's terrible at Potions.
worst fear, Waking up one day to find out that magic didn't exist. Lily Evans one day becoming betrothed to someone that wasn't his lovely self. Losing his friends.
boggart, wost memory
amortenia, Home, mowed grass (particularly because it reminds him of the outdoors, which coincidentally reminds him of his favorite past-time), food of all kinds, a particular type of shampoo that he doesn't actually know the name of but swears is the most heavenly scent bestowed upon this planet, lilies for a bleeding superficial reason...
sexuality, Straight. Except for Sirius. Seriously.
overall personality, If you were to ask James Potter what he thought of himself, the response would be rather simple -- the world. As far as he is concerned, he is the epitome of the word cool. He is wittier, prettier and more talented than you and you ought to learn to accept it as fact and move on with your slightly less glamorous life. Though this has always been true, it is only the part of his personality that James chooses to highlight the most. In his experience, people respond best to that confidence (some call it cockiness) that he exudes, and why shouldn't he give the people what they want?
That aside, perhaps the most important thing about James as an egocentric person is his undying, withstanding loyalty. He has a very strong sense of what is right and would do anything he had to in order to defend it. If you are his friend, there is no changing that. Ever. Those credited as friends are people that James would die for without a second thought, and he expects the same from. Unfortunately, those credited as enemies are those James will stop at nothing to make bloody miserable. He knows nothing of in-between or middle-ground, it is all or nothing in every aspect of his life and his friends are his livelihood. But more than anything else, James loves to laugh. A good joke, practical or otherwise, is the quickest way to earn his favor, and if you can keep him smiling there is nothing he wouldn't do for you. He also loves making other people laugh, feeding into his love (though it borders on a need) for attention. James loves having the spotlight. A captive audience is all he needs to feel right at home in any situation and it makes him do his absolute best at whatever he's aiming to do, even if it's just showing off (which he has grown exceptionally well at).
He is impassioned and temperamental, even vicious at times, and never hesitates to leap into the brawl, whether or not he is wanted. He considers it a question of honor; to run from a fight would be utterly embarrassing and wholesomely unacceptable, just below betraying a friend. His sense of fortitude and of chivalry is very important to him, it is his sense of humor that helps to balance that out and keep him from becoming overbearing. There is a part of him that, no matter how much he grows up, will always love getting into mischief.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Dorea Potter
father &family, Charlus Potter
siblings, Only child, unless you count the less-dashing, dog-like fellow as a brother.
overall history, When he was born, James' parents were well into their forties. Needless to say, he was the only child to the wealthy, loving couple so he spent every waking moment being handed anything his little heart desired. His father, Charlus, was something of a muggle fanatic and spent a good chunk of his days studying their world, therefore was constantly telling his son stories of comparisons between the two. Lengthy, sleep-inducing stories, though he was certain to never break said news to his father. The most exciting stories (and perhaps the only that managed to obtain James' interest for more than a few minutes at a time) he was told were the ones of his father's time at Hogwarts, all extravagant details of people he had met, things he had learn, and most importantly, the magic of it all. From that moment on, James awaited his acceptance letter impatiently. At nine years old, he had convinced himself that he was so advanced that surely they would accept him a year or two early and when his letter didn't come that year or the next, James was positively heartbroken. His mother was always there to heal his childish wounds.
While James respected and loved his father beyond measure, his mother had the tightest hold on his heart. Dorea was the sweetest, most loving person on the face of the planet. Whenever she greeted you, it was always with warmth, a hug and a kiss, and likely a fresh baked good (the true way to any man's heart was food, after all). She was perfect as far as James was concerned (and the only woman he ever thought to be that, until Lily Evans, of course). Most of her time was spent doting on James and making sure that he had every last thing he had a whim for. And should the occasion arise, as it did every so often, that she or his father said the dreaded n-word in response to a want, James learned very early on how best to get around it with Dorea. At first she would not be swayed, but James quickly figured out that all he had to do was sweet talk her just a little bit and smile and play innocent and she would cave like mashed potatoes.
But all that aside, they instilled in James a very strong moral compass and set of values, and the knowledge that, above all, the only thing that mattered at the end of the day was that you were a good person. Nothing else; not the family you came from, what you looked like, how you were raised, what you wore, who you loved, where you were born, where you lived, your blood, your beliefs; was important. If you loved yourself and your family and friends, that was the most important thing of all.
When James finally did receive his Hogwarts letter, he was bleeding happiness. No, seriously. Cut him open and little smiley faces and rainbows would've spilled from the gaping wound. He had long since decided that he would be sorted into Gryffindor like his father and that his time at Hogwarts would be the most incredible years of his life. He was eager for them to begin. Upon arriving, he immediately decided on some truths that he would hold until death do him part -- Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew were the greatest people he'd ever met, Severus Snape was the stupidest and Lily Evans was the most breathtaking. These snap judgments ultimately determined how he chose to approach dealing with people as potential friends in a new social setting. Ugly, jealous and awkward people like Severus Snape quickly got thrown in the "No" bin, whereas people like Sirius Black, in whom James immediately saw himself and singled out as his worth adversary, were befriended. Among those that earned James' seal of approval within the first few weeks of school were Remus Lupin, whose intelligence and, for lack of a better word, mystery attracted James; and Peter Pettigrew, whose endless verbalization of how wonderful James was made him a prime candidate for friendship. Not months into his schooling he decided that he had absolutely chosen correctly and that the little pack of friends he was building around himself were doubtlessly the people with whom he would be friends forever.
His 'posse' became his family and the bond the four of them shared was something that James had complete blind faith in. With Sirius at his side, joined by Remus and Peter there was absolutely nothing in the world that he couldn't take on. That feeling developed into an aura that everyone in the school seemed to have noticed by the time they progressed into their Seventh year. That aura made James feel invincible and probably had a hand in the amount of mischief the group constantly found themselves in. He felt they had a reputation to uphold and if there was one thing James would not stand for, it was not living up to peoples' expectations of him.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Alex
gender, Female, I'm pretty sure!
age, Twenty
contact, AIM is "the heroes in us", MSN is "alliesmith09@hotmail.com"
other characters, 'Tis my only little bugger right here.
experience, I'm so experienced that my experience has experience.
how you found us, From teh lovely Maria on the not-so-lovely HPDC.
roleplay sample. Durrrr, this is one where I'm actually writing James, but it's kinda sub-par. I am hereby vouching for myself that I'm a good writer. Rawr.
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A thick layer of fog coated the ground, masking the streets and portraying an ominous setting as townies, professors and students alike meandered aimlessly between shops. For a Saturday morning, the normal hustle and bustle had dwindled to an uncomfortable silence of hushed whispers and the faintest footfalls, breaking the tradition of the lively area in town. History that weather was a high influence on behavior -- well, don't let anyone sway you otherwise, because several people could attest to a funeral partaking or tumbleweed rolling by or--
"GADS, SIRIUS. WHAT DID YOU EAT?" A chipper voice bellowed through the eerie calm of Hogsmeade, seemingly awakening the dreary crowd, given the fact that several heads popped up, eyes zeroing in on the source of disruption. Clearly it wasn't a ghost town. Humans, in the flesh! Could you believe it? Suddenly the fog didn't seem quite as bogging nor as heavy a burden, the mood of said-interrupter-of-silence and his posse lightening up their pathway. Thwack! An open palm came down on the shaggy dark-haired fellow's shoulder, followed by a deep-bellied laugh. Maybe history was wrong, after all. Weather obviously wasn't that huge of an impact. Maybe this guy was just an exception. He was exceptional, after all....
"This bloody fog is from you, isn't it? You're gassing the place up! You're a right foul dog, Black!" This elicited a few more scattered laughs from interruptor's group of friends who seemed in pursuit of The Three Broomsticks, their feet carrying them in the general direction, brushing by (and rather rudely colliding with, without any means of apology) passerby and being blissfully ignorant in their nonchalance. Saturdays had always served to be their day; a gathering to reminisce, laugh, and forget about everything and anything aside from the good memories and a plot to make new ones. It had been this way since first year when the four had come together (James, ah yes, the name unveiled, Sirius, Peter and Remus) and joined allegiances. They were a weird quartet, really, all different in their own respects, yet still managing to find common ground with one another. They were all inseparable. Hence now, huddled together as they barreled toward their destination.
When the laughter erupting from the group died down, James took to admiring the sights (though much was distorted and hidden from the grey mist swarming them) and just about choked on his own breath when his brown eyes landed on a particular pair of people walking side by side. He stopped in his tracks, nudging his best bud Sirius rather forcefully in the gut. "For Merlin's sake, you git! What?!" the other man exclaimed, looking incredulously at Potter. James was only able to nod in response, his chin jutting out toward Lily and Snivellus mere feet away from them. The warmth of jealousy overwhelmed his senses, his eyes turning into slits. Oh, he'd have fun with this! Finding his courage, James smiled wickedly and yelled out to the "couple".
"Ay, you two! Headed towards Madam Puddifoot's for a romantic dinner for two? Why, Snivy, I had no idea you had it in you. Snagged goody-two-shoes Evans, huh?"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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