Post by James Potter on Jan 18, 2006 12:31:56 GMT -5
Name: James Potter
Nicknames: Prongs, Prankster Prince... and probably about a million others no one would say to his face for fear of getting hexed (mainly things like ‘Arrogant Berk’)
Age: 15
Blood: Pure
Birthday: 27th August
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type: Unregistered stag animagus
Personality : The 15 year old James Potter is the greatest person in the world. Just ask him. He’s also, to put it mildly, a bit of an idiot. A popular and talented idiot, who does pretty well at pretty much everything, but an idiot none the less. Well known as a troublemaker despite his academic skill - the sort of guy who’ll hex people just for the fun of it and can’t resist showing off – he is arrogant, bold and has a sense of humour somewhere between wicked and downright cruel which isn’t to everyone’s taste. This is perhaps most obvious in his long-running feud with Severus ‘Snivellus’ Snape (hatred at first sight ‘just because he exists’, really). He also tends towards thoughtlessness (both in terms of tactlessness/insensitivity and carelessness), since he’s easily carried away by his indisputable, though not infallible, cleverness… coupled with that of his closest companions it’s really a recipe for disaster. On a more positive note, he’s fiercely loyal, and takes ‘commitment’ to a whole new level where it’s probably not meant to go (witness the whole animagus thing – above and beyond, of course). James shows signs of a normal moral-compass, and perhaps even a strong sense of justice, hidden beneath the cockiness and recklessness (aforementioned almost obsessive loyalty, lack of blood snobbery, hatred of ‘Dark Arts’, reluctance to do any serious harm) – he’s probably be something of a hero if he grew out of the ‘arrogant little berk’ stage and deflated his head a bit.
Personal History : James was something of a ‘miracle baby’, born to elderly parents – even by wizarding standards. Consequently his childhood was more than comfortable (verging on ‘spoiled rotten’), which may well account for his more arrogant side, if a little lonely given that he didn’t have any family beyond his parents. This was perhaps why he formed quite such a strong attachment to one Sirius Black. His parents were incredibly wealthy, which meant that James never really had to worry about anything, since he had the family fortune to fall back on whenever he needed it.
James was sorted into Gryffindor (quell surprise) and quickly became famous in the school community as a brilliant student, talented Quidditch player and natural troublemaker. With his surrogate family ‘The Marauders’ (initially Potter, Black and another Gryffindor called Remus Lupin, eventually expanding to take on their ‘one-man cheerleading squad’ Peter Pettigrew) he began a campaign of general disobedience which seemingly knew no ends… you’d be hard pressed to find a student who hasn’t found themselves on the end of a ‘Potter Prank’. The Marauders became inseparable, ready to die for each other – which might well have happened, given how unreasonably far they tended to take things in those early days before Remus dropped the ‘furry little bombshell’, forcing them to, if not sober up, then at least change their priorities. In order to accompany Remus during that transformation the second years started studying the Animagus charm… eventually perfecting it during the 5th year. James also nursed a growing infatuation with Lily Evans and an intense hatred of Severus Snape – though so far only one is reciprocated.
Appearance: it.geocities.com/allcinema_pers/jgyllenhaal/foto.jpg[/img]
Eye colour and shape: Hazel, wide, dark and glinting with mischief, and usually hidden behind his glasses
Hair colour and style: Black, with a mind of its own which forces it to grow in random directions, permanently sticking up at the back
Mannerisms: Running a hand through the back of his hair to make it even more messy
General Appearance: Tall, thin, with the look of someone who has grown into, and beyond, himself rather too quickly. It would be a mistake to think his general sense of being somewhat ‘unkempt’ (all the more painfully obvious next to Sirius’ casual elegance) means he doesn’t care about his appearance, on the contrary, he pays great attention to looking cool – it’s just that his definition of ‘cool’ is ‘as if you’ve just fallen off your broomstick’.
Hobbies: Chasing – Quaffles, Slytherin students and skirt alike.
Likes: The Marauders, Lily Evans (though you didn’t hear that, ok?), Quidditch, hexing Slytherins, hexing everyone else….
Dislikes: Slytherins.
Role play Sample: (Long live copy and paste!)
The dormitory was dark, filled with the strange breathy noises of sleeping boys.. and the groans of one who was very much awake, and bored out of his skull. James glanced at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time, hoping that sheer willpower would make the numbers click over quicker. 12.30. How the hell could it be 12.30 for so long?
It wasn't as if, as happened most nights, he was waiting for something. Then it wouldn't have been quite so irritating, knowing he had a nocturnal ramble to look forward to. Hell, even the guilty thrill of full moon would be something over this... Bla. Yes, bla was about right. This nothingness that had seen him, alone out of the Marauders, unable to drop off into whatever dreams might be. Even he had been, it wouldn't have been much better - whether asleep or awake, he was a haunted man. If he wasn't constantly distracted he found himself dwelling on her, her features swimming before him. And one thing lacking in the Gryffindor Boy's dorm at 12.31 (he'd checked again)? Distraction. James Potter was, shock horror, love sick.
Her who? Shame on you... there was only one girl for James. She just didn't know it yet, unless Sirius had gone good on his threat. No, he'd never do that, too busy chasing skirt. And James had been happy to play the game.. until now. Sigh. When did women become so bloody complicated?
12.32... time crawling forward agonisingly slowly. He couldn't take this, being stretched out on the wrack, even if it was for something undeniably pleasurable, this was hell. He had to do... something. Options were slightly limited, of course, by how everyone else was asleep, and how his slightly addled brain really couldn't think of anything complicated right now... The Common Room seemed like a good bet because really, who'd be up at this god forsaken hour?
Sighing again, he swung his legs round off the bed and got to his feet, wincing slightly at the cold from which his pyjamas - if you could call them that, being really just shorts and an oversized 'Tales of Mystery and Imagination' T-shirt (left over from Remus' attempts to educate him in Muggle Music - that being one record he had liked) - offered scant protection. Still, he could light a fire in the Common Room.. which gave him something to be doing, something to get his mind off her.
Yes, it’s me. Your beloved James off… well, everywhere (MM and DOFP). Savvy?
Nicknames: Prongs, Prankster Prince... and probably about a million others no one would say to his face for fear of getting hexed (mainly things like ‘Arrogant Berk’)
Age: 15
Blood: Pure
Birthday: 27th August
House: Gryffindor
Any ability or special blood type: Unregistered stag animagus
Personality : The 15 year old James Potter is the greatest person in the world. Just ask him. He’s also, to put it mildly, a bit of an idiot. A popular and talented idiot, who does pretty well at pretty much everything, but an idiot none the less. Well known as a troublemaker despite his academic skill - the sort of guy who’ll hex people just for the fun of it and can’t resist showing off – he is arrogant, bold and has a sense of humour somewhere between wicked and downright cruel which isn’t to everyone’s taste. This is perhaps most obvious in his long-running feud with Severus ‘Snivellus’ Snape (hatred at first sight ‘just because he exists’, really). He also tends towards thoughtlessness (both in terms of tactlessness/insensitivity and carelessness), since he’s easily carried away by his indisputable, though not infallible, cleverness… coupled with that of his closest companions it’s really a recipe for disaster. On a more positive note, he’s fiercely loyal, and takes ‘commitment’ to a whole new level where it’s probably not meant to go (witness the whole animagus thing – above and beyond, of course). James shows signs of a normal moral-compass, and perhaps even a strong sense of justice, hidden beneath the cockiness and recklessness (aforementioned almost obsessive loyalty, lack of blood snobbery, hatred of ‘Dark Arts’, reluctance to do any serious harm) – he’s probably be something of a hero if he grew out of the ‘arrogant little berk’ stage and deflated his head a bit.
Personal History : James was something of a ‘miracle baby’, born to elderly parents – even by wizarding standards. Consequently his childhood was more than comfortable (verging on ‘spoiled rotten’), which may well account for his more arrogant side, if a little lonely given that he didn’t have any family beyond his parents. This was perhaps why he formed quite such a strong attachment to one Sirius Black. His parents were incredibly wealthy, which meant that James never really had to worry about anything, since he had the family fortune to fall back on whenever he needed it.
James was sorted into Gryffindor (quell surprise) and quickly became famous in the school community as a brilliant student, talented Quidditch player and natural troublemaker. With his surrogate family ‘The Marauders’ (initially Potter, Black and another Gryffindor called Remus Lupin, eventually expanding to take on their ‘one-man cheerleading squad’ Peter Pettigrew) he began a campaign of general disobedience which seemingly knew no ends… you’d be hard pressed to find a student who hasn’t found themselves on the end of a ‘Potter Prank’. The Marauders became inseparable, ready to die for each other – which might well have happened, given how unreasonably far they tended to take things in those early days before Remus dropped the ‘furry little bombshell’, forcing them to, if not sober up, then at least change their priorities. In order to accompany Remus during that transformation the second years started studying the Animagus charm… eventually perfecting it during the 5th year. James also nursed a growing infatuation with Lily Evans and an intense hatred of Severus Snape – though so far only one is reciprocated.
Appearance: it.geocities.com/allcinema_pers/jgyllenhaal/foto.jpg[/img]
Eye colour and shape: Hazel, wide, dark and glinting with mischief, and usually hidden behind his glasses
Hair colour and style: Black, with a mind of its own which forces it to grow in random directions, permanently sticking up at the back
Mannerisms: Running a hand through the back of his hair to make it even more messy
General Appearance: Tall, thin, with the look of someone who has grown into, and beyond, himself rather too quickly. It would be a mistake to think his general sense of being somewhat ‘unkempt’ (all the more painfully obvious next to Sirius’ casual elegance) means he doesn’t care about his appearance, on the contrary, he pays great attention to looking cool – it’s just that his definition of ‘cool’ is ‘as if you’ve just fallen off your broomstick’.
Hobbies: Chasing – Quaffles, Slytherin students and skirt alike.
Likes: The Marauders, Lily Evans (though you didn’t hear that, ok?), Quidditch, hexing Slytherins, hexing everyone else….
Dislikes: Slytherins.
Role play Sample: (Long live copy and paste!)
The dormitory was dark, filled with the strange breathy noises of sleeping boys.. and the groans of one who was very much awake, and bored out of his skull. James glanced at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time, hoping that sheer willpower would make the numbers click over quicker. 12.30. How the hell could it be 12.30 for so long?
It wasn't as if, as happened most nights, he was waiting for something. Then it wouldn't have been quite so irritating, knowing he had a nocturnal ramble to look forward to. Hell, even the guilty thrill of full moon would be something over this... Bla. Yes, bla was about right. This nothingness that had seen him, alone out of the Marauders, unable to drop off into whatever dreams might be. Even he had been, it wouldn't have been much better - whether asleep or awake, he was a haunted man. If he wasn't constantly distracted he found himself dwelling on her, her features swimming before him. And one thing lacking in the Gryffindor Boy's dorm at 12.31 (he'd checked again)? Distraction. James Potter was, shock horror, love sick.
Her who? Shame on you... there was only one girl for James. She just didn't know it yet, unless Sirius had gone good on his threat. No, he'd never do that, too busy chasing skirt. And James had been happy to play the game.. until now. Sigh. When did women become so bloody complicated?
12.32... time crawling forward agonisingly slowly. He couldn't take this, being stretched out on the wrack, even if it was for something undeniably pleasurable, this was hell. He had to do... something. Options were slightly limited, of course, by how everyone else was asleep, and how his slightly addled brain really couldn't think of anything complicated right now... The Common Room seemed like a good bet because really, who'd be up at this god forsaken hour?
Sighing again, he swung his legs round off the bed and got to his feet, wincing slightly at the cold from which his pyjamas - if you could call them that, being really just shorts and an oversized 'Tales of Mystery and Imagination' T-shirt (left over from Remus' attempts to educate him in Muggle Music - that being one record he had liked) - offered scant protection. Still, he could light a fire in the Common Room.. which gave him something to be doing, something to get his mind off her.
Yes, it’s me. Your beloved James off… well, everywhere (MM and DOFP). Savvy?