Severus Snape(FINISHED)

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WHAT ARE WE DOING
FLYING A CAR ?



WE'RE ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD

FULL NAME:Severus Tobias Snape
NICKNAMES: Sev- He loved the nickname Lily had given him. It's a shortened version of his name.
AGE: 15, Fifth year,January 9, 1960
YEAR: Fifth
HOUSE: Slytherin
CODE WORD:[REMOVED BY ADMIN]

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE HAVEN'T CRASHED YET

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FACE CLAIM: Alec Hopkins
EYE COLOUR: Green and round- His eyes, aside from the shape he adores the color, as it reminds him of the fact that happiness is something to long for. And that one can see one's soul, through the eyes.
HAIR COLOUR: Black, shoulder length straight and greasy. He gets made fun of alot in school because they don't think he takes care of himself. It's not that he doesn't try, but he's poor and doesn't have a great home life. He'd love for someone to walk a mile in his shoes.
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 155 pounds
APPEARANCE: He is very lanky, but tall. He doesn't fit in with most people. He's just not muscular or athletic, but he's nowhere near being skinny. To others, it may seem like he doesn't take much pride in his appearance but he does. He tries.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Greasy black hair

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WE CRASHED IT RIGHT INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW

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LIKES:
1. Lily Evans
2. Potions
3. Dark Arts
4. Spells
5. Herbs
6. Tea
7. Being Right
8. Outdoing others
9. The Castle
10. Being outdoors
11. Reading
12. History
13. His mother, She's neglected him but he still loves her anyway.
14. Dark places
15. Slytherins
DISLIKES:
1. James Potter
2. Sirius Black
3. His father
4. Marauders
5. Muggle Studies
6. Quidditch
7. Individuals who think they are better than everyone else
8. Pureblood Mania
9. Pranks
10. Petunia Evans
11. Muggles
12. Flying
13. Being alone
14. Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs
BOGGART: Lily dying
MIRROR OF ERISED: To Be with Lily
PATRONUS: His Patronus is a female doe like Lily's and his best memory is meeting her and becoming her friend (though he loves her even if he won't tell her.) His worst memory stems from being picked on and pranked on throughout his entire time at Hogwarts and at home.
PERSONALITY: Some would say he is manipulitive and evil and cold hearted but they do not know the real him. He is very much a loner as he has always been on his own for entertainment and everything else. He knows how to take care of himself because his mother nor his father were capable of loving him and raising him. Some would say he has no heart at all.

He is genuinely a good guy, as he doesn't go out of his way to hurt anyone, but people have been rude and spiteful toward him his entire life and so naturally he doesn't get too close to people. There's been nothing that he's known that has been good and friendly in his life so he's drifted down to the darkest side imaginable. He's not your average kind of guy as he's no knight in shining armor. The way he looks, one would think he would probably be someone who lives on the street. But because he doesn't have a job, he's very poor and his family doesn't help with much.

He's quiet and doesn't speak up too much although his cynical side has started to reveal itself and that makes him come across as much more deviant than he probaly was meant to be. He also can be found reading a book that has something to do with the dark arts or potion making. He's delved into the restricted section quiite a few times already. Most consider him a book worm.

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE DIDN'T GET EXPELLED

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WAND: Oak, 11 inches Dragon Heartstring, very light and flexible.
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
PARENTS:MOTHER: Eileen Prince, witch, 35-Teacher
FATHER: Tobias Snape, muggle, 40, unemployed
SIBLINGS: none
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Spinner's End
HISTORY: Severus Tobias Snape, was born to Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape, while his mother was a loving soul, his father was a well horrible horrible man. He was often neglected and left alone. His father never liked him, as he was always cruel and spiteful. The only solace he had was with his new friend Lily Evans, who well stole his heart, he'd had such a miserable home life that he often thought of running away. Tobias was never a real father figure in his life, as he was often drunk and verbally absusive to him. His mother, not knowing how to handle the situation, just neglected him for fear of pissing Tobias off he suspected. He was never allowed to have anyone over at his house.

When he got his letter, to attend Hogwarts, his father was less than thrilled to have a witch in the family, as he disliked Eileen being one. Eileen was a little less critical. For most of his life she has neglected him but this has never stopped him from loving her, even if she never really showed she loved him in return. He hates his father with a passion. Going to Hogwarts, he figured he would have a fresh start, but even that didn't last. He was made fun of and constantly ridiculed by four boys, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. Although he wasn't a hateful wizard, they had made him feel like he was dirt and constantly put his best friend in the middle of it, Lily Evans, also joined him at Hogwarts and she like his four tormenters were in Gryffindor while he was in Slytherin. It seemed like no matter which way he turned, he would be tormented. He never could seem to have any kind of a break.

Over the years he tried to keep his and Lily's friendship as strong as it was when they first met. However, it wasn't so easily done. James and his mates disliked him from the start so there was nothing he could do about that. He was often protected by his best friend, Lily, whenever she was around to help him. Although he realized he should stand up for himself he wasn't the violent kind of man, as he was more withdrawn than anything.

He started doing alot of potion dabbling and the dark arts, which facinated him. Although he didn't go all that heavily into it at first. He then created a new name for himself, 'The Half Blood Prince', and he often was found doing his studies. It wasn't until a couple years later that his whole world would be crashing down around him. He'd despised mugles like his father but never once believed Lily to be one of them. He is struggling with whether to be a death eater, or avoid it entirely. Nothing he has ever done will please his father. Now the only friends he has, are his books, aside from Lily and he will do whatever it takes to keep that friendship in tact.

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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT LIVING WITH THE

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NAME/ALIAS: Megan
EXPERIENCE: 10 plus years
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Kailyn
OTHER CHARACTERS: arikos
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:"One Whiskey Press? You got it." Giving a wry grin at the man at the bar, Jo Harvelle reached behind her with a surprising amount of grace and grabbed a lowball glass. Shoveling in a few ice cubes, she turned behind her once again, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf. She poured about two and a half ounces into it, not even needing to lift the shotglass off the bar in front of her to measure it. Turning again, she placed the whiskey back on the shelf and in one swift movement, was back to the front of the bar, the tap gun in her hand. Holding it over the glass, she poured in just a splash of coke, followed by another splash of water. Putting the gun back in it's holder, she grabbed a napkin with her left hand and held it, along with the finished drink, out for her costumer. The costumer took it, but did not leave to go to his table. Instead, he stayed.

"So, you got a name?" he asked, and Jo had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Great, here we go again," she muttered to herself, leaning against the bar.

"What was that?" the hunter asked, and Jo quickly covered her tracks. "Jo," she told him cooly. The man nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

If they had been back in the Roadhouse, this comment would have garnered something along the lines of Oh, Bill and or Ellen's daughter from the costumers in the know. But here, in the middle of nowhere, it got nothing. No one recognized that she was Jo Harvelle, budding hunter, daughter of two of the bravest hunters out there. At least, if you asked her. No, she was just some pretty face tending bar for the locals for a few weeks before she moved on to the next town, to the next case that she wasn't going to be allowed to take part in.

"That's a pretty name," the man said, shaking her out of her reverie. "Short for anything?"

"Joanna, what else?" She couldn't help herself. She rolled her eyes visibly.

"Now, that's not how a bartender should be talking to a customer," the man said, a grin appearing on his face.

"Oh yeah? Well, that's not how a customer should be looking at a bartender." She had noted much earlier in their interaction where his eyes had wandered to. And stuck to.

"Last time I checked, sweetness, you were here to serve me."

"And last time I checked, I served you. Now it's your job to pay me. Niceties are not included." Her temper was beginning to rise as she stood back from the bar, a slight glare began to form on her face.

"I'll see what your boss has to say about that-- Frank!" Great. Now the customer was calling out her boss and she was going to find herself out of a job. Or at least a stern talking to. She rolled her eyes and took off her apron just as Frank rounded the corner. Glancing up at him, she knew he was pissed off. So what? So was she. She did not sign up for the bartending gig to be oogled by horny old men. Sure, she was used to it back at the Roadhouse, but there she could punch them if they got too close for comfort. Or her mother would step in. Here, that wasn't about to happen. Why? Because Ellen was on the hunt and she was stuck here with this lot.

Throwing the apron down on the well of the bar, she met Frank's steely gaze. "I'm taking my break," she told him, leaving no room for any ifs ands or buts as she made her way out from behind the bar and out the back door. But not before she heard Frank tell the customer, "Sorry about her, Fred. She's new at this."

New her ass. She'd been doing this since she was fifteen. And you know what? She didn't deserve this I pick my nose and eat it. either. She was the one out there saving the world. What were they doing? Sitting there and getting drunk. As far as she could tell, as she slammed the door behind her and came to sit on the back steps, she was taking the high road.Her temper was on the fritz tonight.

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AND RON GOT A HOWLER

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