Post by chriscrowley on Jan 27, 2012 12:21:21 GMT
Christopher Terrence Crowley
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celeb look alike: alex pettyfur.
character's full name:[/color][/b] Christopher Terrence Crowley
nicknames:[/color][/b] Chris
age:[/color][/b] 16
year:[/color][/b] sixth year
house:[/color][/b] hufflepuff
code word:[/color][/b] [removed by Admin]
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[/color][/b]Chris is approximately five foot eleven, one hudred sixty five pounds and still growing. He has bright blue eyes and light blonde hair that is shaggy yet reasonably short. He has clear skin, and is light though he does do a bit of tanning in the summer, when he can.in-depth appearance:
He sticks with wizarding robes, and dresses conservatively out of school. Trousers and casual shirts are fine, but you'd rarely see him in jeans. He is somewhat fashionable but ignores muggle styled clothing if he can, and thinks trainers are for jogging and athletics only. He compares wearing sneakers in social situations to wearing quidditch gear to a wedding. He likes nice clothing and knows he is good looking so he's a bit of a peacock.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b]in-depth personality:
Chris loves nice things, as said above, whether it's food or clothing or his belongings. His shoes are always shined, his clothes neatly pressed, all his pleats perfect. He enjoys the food at Hogwarts because it's prepared well. He loves well cooked food and he doesn't discriminate between a meat pie from a vendor or a five course meal. As long as it's clean and well done, it suits him, and he loves trying new things. He doesn't have a fierce love of sweets like many of his classmates though he likes pies and things, it's just not his favorite type of food.
He's a bit fussy about his appearance, and wears nice aftershave, and he's careful not to bathe in it. He's always been a bit tall for his age, and though it's a little embarrassing for him, he doesn't let it show. His natural instinct to slouch only emphasized what he was hiding, according to his father, so he stands tall and keeps good posture at all times. This may make him look like a bit of a stuck up snob, with all the grooming and fussyness but he's a bit of a pragmatic. Practical in terms of what is within his reach, he simply reaches for the best there is.
Very friendly and outgoing, he has no discrimination between the younger years, or house, or gender. He is a bit shrewd when it comes to house politics and friendships though, and is always on the lookout for who is up and coming, and how likely they are to be of use to him once they are out of school.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Nice clothes, chicken cooked in any way, recognition in school, the beach, vacationing away from home.[/blockquote][/blockquote]likes:
[/color][/b] overly sweet things, clingy/needy people, whining, animals, disorder [/blockquote]dislikes:
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boggart:[/color][/b] large animals, hippogriffs, large dogs, whatever
patronus:[/color][/b] could be your character's favourite animal, or the one that seems to represent them most. peacock
mirror of erised:[/color][/b] a position of authority in the ministry
wand:[/color][/b] 11 inch, elm, dragon heartstring core
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[/color][/b]half-blood[/blockquote][/blockquote]blood status:
[/color][/b] Charles, 48, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Aurelia, 42, housewife[/blockquote][/blockquote]parents:
[/color][/b] none (if applicable).[/blockquote][/blockquote]siblings:
[/color][/b] Northern London[/blockquote][/blockquote]current residence:
[/color][/b]Chris had an average childhood. He was a tad spoiled as his father pulled a good salary and as an only child, he was also a bit spoiled by his grandparents on both sides. His mum is a stay at home mom, very society oriented, and under her tutelage he learned all the right things to say very early. He didn't like the afternoon socials when all the biddies would visit, but he learned how to excuse himself early, and it led to unsupervised playtime which was always a plus. It was pretty much the two of them through his early childhood, as he was usually in bed by the time his father would come home.in depth history:
In his middle childhood, that was when he learned to really fear his father. While the man never laid a hand on Chris himself, Charles would often lock the study door when he had a dispute with Aurelia, and immediately cast a Silencing spell. At first Chris would think the sudden silence was because they had made up quickly but figured it out when his mum came out one day with some red marks around her neck. Hand sized marks. Usually she was able to cast a charm to conceal the more obvious bruising but that day Chris spotted her before she could reach her room. Fear and hate is a terrible combination, and while the incidence were so infrequent as to be counted on one hand, Chris waited for the day he would outgrow his father's house and try to intervene. It was never discussed, but on the surface Aurelia seemed mostly content with her life and viewed these events as something that happened sometimes, something private between husband and wife, and gave Chris a stern look if he even looked like he was going to comment. So he keeps his thoughts to himself and waits.
When getting his letter, it was no surprise but a relief all around. He hadn't displayed much of the magical events that other children did, and the few things he did were rather questionable. Mostly he was just overjoyed to have some freedom and meet more people like himself. He made friends quickly and though he was friendly with almost everyone, there was no single person that he grew particularly close to, that he could call a chum or best friend. He doesn't really seem to care if that changes, he just wants to continue getting good grades and move on.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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name/alias:[/color][/b] just call me chris
experience:[/color][/b]over ten years
how did you find us?:[/color][/b] google
roleplay sample:[/color][/b] just show us what you can do! at least 2 - 3 paragraphs, please.
Gaunt made a stunning entrance, snarling at nothing, slamming his door open and letting his robes billow behind him as he moved swiftly to the front of the room. Glaring at the students, he began his yearly lecture.
"I am Professor Gaunt. I am responsible for pounding information into your mostly unused brains this term. Under my tutelage you will learn how to clean your implements, as well as the difference between shredding, chopping, paring and peeling. You will follow my instructions exactly, and anyone who is unable to do so will find themselves in sorry circumstances.
"Since I doubt any of your parents are any more capable than any of you as far as being able to follow a simple set of instructions, you will each lay out your potions kits, cauldrons and other supplies for inspection."
"NOW!"
Reginald swept down the aisles, examining everything with fine precision. He muttered under his breath, held certain vials up to the light, sniffed contents of packages and was mostly fine. Until he saw some tiny Hufflepuff with her things in pink plastic containers and lost it.
"What is wrong with you? Didn't your letter clearly state plain clearly plain glass vials? Oh, let me guess, you're SPECIAL? right? WRONG!" he continued to scream in this manner, and swept all the offending objects into the trash.
"What if the cheap plastic coating on those containers fell into your potions? What would you say to your partners parents? Sorry Mr suchandsuch. your daughter died because my pretty pink container of alihotsy chipped into our calming draught?"
Finally the girl started to shake and a few tears fell. Having achieved his aims, he left and went to look for someone else.
"Very good Misery, though we don't require arsenic this term." he continued nodding at some students, and moving quickly through the ranks.
"Excellent Azalea, as usual."
"Miss Benson, acceptable"
"Miss Takahashi, very good, again"
He came to the fifth year and stared her down. He went back to his desk to find the young womans name. Delilah. Figured she'd get some kind of frilly girly hufflepuff type name. And blonde to boot.
"Miss Johnson what the hell, pray tell is that on your desk? Is that a cauldron, or a bathtub? Since when do you come to my class with a cauldron five sizes too large? Do you think you are better than everyone else? Unnecessary for you to meet my specifications? Tell me, when the Ministry begins your OWLs, will you disregard their instructions and just do as you wish?"
He continued for a few moments, before banishing the item on Miss Johnson's desk. Stupid girl would just have to buy a new one on the next Hogsmeade weekend.
Then his gaze fell on ...pink glass scales?
For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words.
