Post by Harry Potter on Dec 3, 2005 13:19:24 GMT -5
Name: Harry James Potter
Nicknames: The Chosen One, Pothead, Pottypants, Potter, The Boy who Lived, you know the drill..
Age: 15
Blood: Half (Mother: Lily Evans, Father: James Potter)
Birthday: July 31st, 1980
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: None, just the plain old The boy who Lived routine.
Personality (At least 1 paragraph):
Harry has a very dry sense of humor, though he can be very fun to be around. Due to his abusive life style with the Dursleys, he can be very snappy, quick to judge and often cruel at times. Despite this, he can be kind, nice and a downright sweet heart when in the right company. He has awful dreams, the result of his attitude which can be boythingyy and arrogant. At times he is just like his father in a sense, though he never knew either of his parents. He does'nt mind a quarrel here and there, but he does'nt like his friends fighting, a common thing when he, Ron and Hermione were in their third year when Ron had his rat and Hermione had the evil cat Crookshanks. Often he will go to one of them for assitance in his life, but never to the both of them directly. Draco Malfoy often worsens his attitude, not to mention his day due to the fact he is just that type of evil guy.
Interior Personality:
With the loss of his parents, he finds himself literally beating the crap out of himself, despite his friends can see right through him. He normally sees himself crying on the inside and secludes himself from others, even when he is in a crowded room. He wants more than anything to see his parents, having been showed them in the mirror of Erised his first year. Ever since that night, he has wanted to avenge his mother and father, but fights this feeling as he now nears graduating from Hogwarts. He holds a deep loathing for any body in Slytherin, seeing as how the Dark Lord was from that house as well. In alot of ways he can't understand why that crap hat said he would be great in Slytherin. Yeah right.
Personal History (2 paragraphs):
Considering Harry has no parents, his family history is basically a story everyone knows and is never sick of hearing. His own history is he was born, his parents died and he was sent to be a slave to the Dursleys for the rest of his days, atleast until Hagrid came, saving him from eternal torment. He came to Hogwarts still unbelieving he was chosen and that is where he met the two best friends of his life, Hermione and Ron, two people he could not be without for more than a moment. Years went by, many great events happening and furthering his reputation as a great child. He has faced Voldemort time and time again, knowing the final battle is coming. He lives with this and is scared, but knows his friends have faith in him when he does'nt have any in himself.
He dislikes having to live with the Dursleys when he was invited by Sirius to come and live with him. He still is wondering of whether or not he and Ginny will get together, for fear of him dying without getting so much as a small, innocent kiss from her. He came to Hogwarts with little to no knowledge of his parents, or of the wizarding world. Now that he is older he has taken advantage of everything he knows and now wanders the school with his brain chalked full of information.
Appearance (1 paragraph and/or picture):
Hobbies:
Likes: Any Gryffindors, Ginny Weasley, Ron, Hermione, Ginny Weasley, Quidditch, Sirius, Remus, his deceased parents, Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Cho, Food, Hogwarts oh and did I mention Ginny Weasley yet? Tranfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are his favorite classes.
Dislikes: The Dursleys, the Malfoys, any and all Slytherins, Snape, Potions, Bellatrix Black (She will die!!) Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Role play Sample(2 good formed paragraphs please!):
It was such an awful day outside, having rained non stop since the beginning of the weekend. It was Monday afternoon and still it had not showed any sign of stopping. Luckily it was a mighty bit warm here in the Leaky Cauldron as Tom kept feeding the fires at both ends of the pub with large logs. They must have been enchanted because they burned twice as long as any ever did. To say the very least, the pub was packed with tons of people, not one room in the whole pub held a vacancy. Harry had never seen one place so packed since the Quidditch World Cup last year when he had stayed in tents with the Weasleys. Atleast he had students he could talk to or find himself in a long conversation with Mr. Weasley about various muggle items like a rubber duck. He could remember when he had been asked that before in his second year when he had met him and the rest of the Weasleys. At the time he had known Ron, Fred and George, even Mrs. Weasley, but it was there where he met the rest of the seven children. Sometimes Harry wanted more than two parents, more like six other family members. He did'nt know how long he could have taken it though, having found Ron in many squables with his own siblings.
But no, Harry Potter had to sit at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron having Tom drill him about many things in the Wizarding World that Tom would know already since he actually lived here. How long was Harry going to have to live with the Dursleys? He sometimes cursed that bastard Pettigrew for taking his one chance of escaping his life in slavery to live with Sirius. He wanted that more than anything. He'd be able to take Buckbeak out once in awhile, have long conversations with Sirius about his childhood days, but more importantly, about his parents. The only things he had known about them were that he had his mother's eyes and he looked exactly like his father at his age. Alright so he liked the assumptions, but he wanted something more. He had the picture of his mother, father and him when he was just a baby. He also had one where his father and mother were dancing in a courtyard, appearing to be in such great love. Pettigrew had betrayed them and took all that away from him, his future, his life. That night in his third year, he wanted so much to kill him, much moreso then he had been wanting to murder Sirius. He could'nt stoop to the level of a mass murderer such as Lord Voldemort. Both he and Pettigrew had taken everything away in just a flash of green light. All he had of that night was a single lightning bolt shaped scar, forever to be gawked at. So what if he was famous. He had nothing to show for it, save the stupid scar that was more trouble than it was worth. He could be even more famous and join the Death Eaters, the envy of all that petty little organization. He would be great one day, standing by the Dark Lord's side..
Hell, what was he thinking?! He was actually considering joining the one who had killed his parents all those years ago? No, he'd never betray the side of good, not as long as he drew breath, still able to have his say in all matters. He could be udner the imperius curse for all he cared, Voldemort using him as a puppet to do his every whim. Still he would fight like he did last year with the imposter Mad Eye Moody.
"Tell me again Mr. Potter about Lord You-Know-Who's return."
He heard Tom say for the upteenth time. Why was he asking for the thousandth time? He had told him about twenty times already and it was getting alittle old. He shook he head and found himself sliding off the stool, leaving a hurt-looking Tom there to continue cleaning his glasses.
Harry made his way over to the same window by one of the fires, hand moving in a circular motion on the glass as to look out at the world. The streets were bustling with many people chatting away, shopping until their money bags were empty. He could'nt understand why there were still people on the streets, cavorting around without second thought that there was a killer on the loose again and at large. This was the way Harry had thought, but he had been checking every piece of news he could get his hands on as if to find evidence he was indeed back. He saw him with his own eyes rise out of a cauldron, Pettigrew cutting his own arm off to let his master live, the blood of Harry being drawn by Pettigrew. He saw then their wands meeting in a fabulous display as Voldemort's attempt on his life was yet again foiled. In his own mind harry found himself wanting that kind of power, but not for the use Voldemort had found for it. He wanted it for good in defense from Dementors, Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. He placed both well-covered elbows on the window sill, emerald eyes staring blankly out in the streets. He was caught unaware when someone advertantly tapped him on the shoulder, causing his glass to fall into a million pieces as it hit the cold stone floor beneath the table.
Nicknames: The Chosen One, Pothead, Pottypants, Potter, The Boy who Lived, you know the drill..
Age: 15
Blood: Half (Mother: Lily Evans, Father: James Potter)
Birthday: July 31st, 1980
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.: None, just the plain old The boy who Lived routine.
Personality (At least 1 paragraph):
Harry has a very dry sense of humor, though he can be very fun to be around. Due to his abusive life style with the Dursleys, he can be very snappy, quick to judge and often cruel at times. Despite this, he can be kind, nice and a downright sweet heart when in the right company. He has awful dreams, the result of his attitude which can be boythingyy and arrogant. At times he is just like his father in a sense, though he never knew either of his parents. He does'nt mind a quarrel here and there, but he does'nt like his friends fighting, a common thing when he, Ron and Hermione were in their third year when Ron had his rat and Hermione had the evil cat Crookshanks. Often he will go to one of them for assitance in his life, but never to the both of them directly. Draco Malfoy often worsens his attitude, not to mention his day due to the fact he is just that type of evil guy.
Interior Personality:
With the loss of his parents, he finds himself literally beating the crap out of himself, despite his friends can see right through him. He normally sees himself crying on the inside and secludes himself from others, even when he is in a crowded room. He wants more than anything to see his parents, having been showed them in the mirror of Erised his first year. Ever since that night, he has wanted to avenge his mother and father, but fights this feeling as he now nears graduating from Hogwarts. He holds a deep loathing for any body in Slytherin, seeing as how the Dark Lord was from that house as well. In alot of ways he can't understand why that crap hat said he would be great in Slytherin. Yeah right.
Personal History (2 paragraphs):
Considering Harry has no parents, his family history is basically a story everyone knows and is never sick of hearing. His own history is he was born, his parents died and he was sent to be a slave to the Dursleys for the rest of his days, atleast until Hagrid came, saving him from eternal torment. He came to Hogwarts still unbelieving he was chosen and that is where he met the two best friends of his life, Hermione and Ron, two people he could not be without for more than a moment. Years went by, many great events happening and furthering his reputation as a great child. He has faced Voldemort time and time again, knowing the final battle is coming. He lives with this and is scared, but knows his friends have faith in him when he does'nt have any in himself.
He dislikes having to live with the Dursleys when he was invited by Sirius to come and live with him. He still is wondering of whether or not he and Ginny will get together, for fear of him dying without getting so much as a small, innocent kiss from her. He came to Hogwarts with little to no knowledge of his parents, or of the wizarding world. Now that he is older he has taken advantage of everything he knows and now wanders the school with his brain chalked full of information.
Appearance (1 paragraph and/or picture):
Hobbies:
Likes: Any Gryffindors, Ginny Weasley, Ron, Hermione, Ginny Weasley, Quidditch, Sirius, Remus, his deceased parents, Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Cho, Food, Hogwarts oh and did I mention Ginny Weasley yet? Tranfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are his favorite classes.
Dislikes: The Dursleys, the Malfoys, any and all Slytherins, Snape, Potions, Bellatrix Black (She will die!!) Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Role play Sample(2 good formed paragraphs please!):
It was such an awful day outside, having rained non stop since the beginning of the weekend. It was Monday afternoon and still it had not showed any sign of stopping. Luckily it was a mighty bit warm here in the Leaky Cauldron as Tom kept feeding the fires at both ends of the pub with large logs. They must have been enchanted because they burned twice as long as any ever did. To say the very least, the pub was packed with tons of people, not one room in the whole pub held a vacancy. Harry had never seen one place so packed since the Quidditch World Cup last year when he had stayed in tents with the Weasleys. Atleast he had students he could talk to or find himself in a long conversation with Mr. Weasley about various muggle items like a rubber duck. He could remember when he had been asked that before in his second year when he had met him and the rest of the Weasleys. At the time he had known Ron, Fred and George, even Mrs. Weasley, but it was there where he met the rest of the seven children. Sometimes Harry wanted more than two parents, more like six other family members. He did'nt know how long he could have taken it though, having found Ron in many squables with his own siblings.
But no, Harry Potter had to sit at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron having Tom drill him about many things in the Wizarding World that Tom would know already since he actually lived here. How long was Harry going to have to live with the Dursleys? He sometimes cursed that bastard Pettigrew for taking his one chance of escaping his life in slavery to live with Sirius. He wanted that more than anything. He'd be able to take Buckbeak out once in awhile, have long conversations with Sirius about his childhood days, but more importantly, about his parents. The only things he had known about them were that he had his mother's eyes and he looked exactly like his father at his age. Alright so he liked the assumptions, but he wanted something more. He had the picture of his mother, father and him when he was just a baby. He also had one where his father and mother were dancing in a courtyard, appearing to be in such great love. Pettigrew had betrayed them and took all that away from him, his future, his life. That night in his third year, he wanted so much to kill him, much moreso then he had been wanting to murder Sirius. He could'nt stoop to the level of a mass murderer such as Lord Voldemort. Both he and Pettigrew had taken everything away in just a flash of green light. All he had of that night was a single lightning bolt shaped scar, forever to be gawked at. So what if he was famous. He had nothing to show for it, save the stupid scar that was more trouble than it was worth. He could be even more famous and join the Death Eaters, the envy of all that petty little organization. He would be great one day, standing by the Dark Lord's side..
Hell, what was he thinking?! He was actually considering joining the one who had killed his parents all those years ago? No, he'd never betray the side of good, not as long as he drew breath, still able to have his say in all matters. He could be udner the imperius curse for all he cared, Voldemort using him as a puppet to do his every whim. Still he would fight like he did last year with the imposter Mad Eye Moody.
"Tell me again Mr. Potter about Lord You-Know-Who's return."
He heard Tom say for the upteenth time. Why was he asking for the thousandth time? He had told him about twenty times already and it was getting alittle old. He shook he head and found himself sliding off the stool, leaving a hurt-looking Tom there to continue cleaning his glasses.
Harry made his way over to the same window by one of the fires, hand moving in a circular motion on the glass as to look out at the world. The streets were bustling with many people chatting away, shopping until their money bags were empty. He could'nt understand why there were still people on the streets, cavorting around without second thought that there was a killer on the loose again and at large. This was the way Harry had thought, but he had been checking every piece of news he could get his hands on as if to find evidence he was indeed back. He saw him with his own eyes rise out of a cauldron, Pettigrew cutting his own arm off to let his master live, the blood of Harry being drawn by Pettigrew. He saw then their wands meeting in a fabulous display as Voldemort's attempt on his life was yet again foiled. In his own mind harry found himself wanting that kind of power, but not for the use Voldemort had found for it. He wanted it for good in defense from Dementors, Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. He placed both well-covered elbows on the window sill, emerald eyes staring blankly out in the streets. He was caught unaware when someone advertantly tapped him on the shoulder, causing his glass to fall into a million pieces as it hit the cold stone floor beneath the table.