Post by yankee on Feb 2, 2012 9:45:07 GMT
Andrew Patrick Delaney
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Andrew Patrick Delaney
nicknames: Andy
birthday: The second of March
age: Twenty-Four
house/school: Hufflepuff
alliance: Neutral with Order of the Phoenix sympathies
blood status: Pureblood
occupation: The main star of the Wizarding Wireless Network (WWN)’s top rated program a talk show/variety show starring Andrew. He sometimes sings, interviews guests, talks about the current events, gives breaking news. He’s the fresh face of radio, with a golden voice and an lovable personality.
face claim: James Marsden
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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[li]Singing
[/li][li]Socializing
[/li][li]Peanut Butter Blossoms
[/li][li]Music
[/li][li]Seafood
dislikes:[/li][li]People with no sense of humor
[/li][li]Pureblood ideology, it’s ridiculous really
[/li][li]His cousins, the McDonalds
[/li][li]Bullies
[/li][li]Interns
strengths:[/li][li]Comedian — you’d be surprised what you can get someone to do when you can make them laugh
[/li][li]Loyal
[/li][li]Friendly
weaknesses:[/li][li]Occasional Depression
[/li][li]His wife — a fear any married man might echo, especially when she gives him that look.
[/li][li]Tends to overwork himself
dementor: When his wife miscarried about half-way through what would have been their first child, nothing can prepare an excited dad for the loss of his first child. Caused a lot of problems in his marriage, they weren’t really able to be intimate for a long time after ordeal for fear of it happening again.
patronus:Brown bear — Getting married, and being surrounded by his friends and family
sexuality & relationship status: Heterosexual/Married
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I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Ricardo Delaney, 51, Potioneer/Author of Pioneering Potions, and Which Brew, Four Hundred Potions that Revolutionized the Modern World, and developed many medicinal potions
mother: Louisa Delaney, 49, housewife/winged horse breeder
siblings: None
others: The McDonald Family
Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore — An ancestor who was decapitated during battle, and is now a prominent member of the ghost community, and is in charge of organizing the annual Headless Hunt
overall history: Andrew was born to two wealthy members of polite pureblood society, Ricardo Delaney and Louisa Delaney formerly a daughter of the prominent McDonald family. The two were nearly as snobbish as some of their associates, but they rather pitied muggles as inferior creatures, rather than outright hating them.
But Andrew was raised in a very lovely home, private estate near Falmouth, Cornwall. The home was an ancestral home dating back many many generations, and had large grounds in which Louisa trained, bred, and rode winged horses. Their family life was much warmer than one might have expected for such a well to-do family, and they all got along quite nicely, which was a good thing because the three of them were home most of the time together with his father writing his books, his mother tending to her horses, while he was tutored.
As the only child of Ricardo and Louisa, who were quite popular in the pureblood elite circles, it was only natural that he grew up around children who came from old money. Despite having similar socioeconomic backgrounds, Andrew quickly found that he had little in common with the children of his parents’ friends. He was an outcast, not that Andrew quite minded not be included when they were all around one another. He’d much rather eat peanut butter blossoms underneath the table when his parents or their friends were too busy catching up and being grown-ups for them to notice.
He was not overly surprised when his Hogwarts letter came, and neither were his parents though his parents simply had to help throw a joint party for all the children who had just received their letters. But of course, Ricardo and Louisa insisted on making such a huge fuss. To this day, Andrew maintains it might have been the most prissy event his parents ever dragged him to. It was quite the horrible experience for Andrew, and even at a young age, he understood that he would just have to be patient and he could meet new people outside of the snobbish little clique of pureblood brats.
Soon enough, he boarded the train with his fellows and headed off for his first year at Hogwarts excited and terrified all at the same time. The sorting ceremony was particularly nerve-racking for the boy, not really sure which house he belonged in. It didn’t take the sorting hat to bellow out Hufflepuff. At first he was nervous that the sorting hat didn’t quite get it right, but after a few weeks he learned that Hufflepuff was truly where he belonged.
Throughout his school years, Andrew found that he was good at a couple things. The first of that was singing, well he wasn’t just good…he was actually talented. Despite still being young, and his voice squeaky and squeaky as pre-pubescent, the instructor figured that it would be good to increase the boy’s confidence and familiarity with music. Eventually as he grew, his voice became a lot stronger and he was much more confident in singing, and performing. Secondly, and probably as a result of his involvement in the choir club was his growing ability to make friends, he made a lot of friends and people couldn’t help but gravitate towards the boy, who in his early teenage years had developed into quite the comedian.
By the time he left Hogwarts he had a slew of accomplishments under his belt including titles as prefect and Head Boy, and student director of the Hogwarts Frog Choir. And with a little help from his father’s influential friends he gained an intern position at the Wizard Wireless Network in Hogsmeade Village. The job was perfect, it gave Andy a chance to work with industry professionals who were quickly impressed and charmed by the charismatic, friendly, and talented new intern. Also, it allowed him to continue seeing his longtime girlfriend, who was a year younger than he was.
They had meet when they were just children. She was different from the other girls he had known at Hogwarts, and most certainly different from the snotty girls who he had known before coming Hogwarts. It was second year, and her first. He had noticed her in the halls, she was a first year…new to both Hogwarts and the wizarding world. The two developed a close friendship, and as they grew up it was apparent that the two harbored more than platonic feelings towards one another. She was his first everything. First kiss, first girlfriend, and first love. They were the idealized Hogwarts sweetheart couple, save for a couple instances when they took “breaks” from one another, usually getting back together within a few weeks to a month or two.
Unbeknownst to everyone but a few close friends, the two had agreed to marry, during her seventh year. However, both of them knew that it would be impractical to get married before she graduated and before they both had steady jobs to support themselves. Andrew’s parents were a little against the girl’s questionable breeding, but they eventually agreed and accepted the witch who would become their daughter-in-law, though they kept their distance as the less than warm “in-laws”.
So as she graduated, and Andy settled into a full-time, paid position at the station they had their much anticipated wedding. It was a grand affair, and the two were married in a beautiful ceremony. They had a three-week long V.I.P. honeymoon to Antigua in the Caribbean.
Once they got back, they settled quite nicely into married life in a beautiful four bedroom home in the village, so that Andy could be close to his work. And for the first while it was quite blissful. However there was one noticeable part missing to their marriage; children.
They had been trying for a while, but nothing seemed to work. And with a little investigation into fertility potions a la Ricardo, the couple finally managed to get pregnant. However, the pregnancy was not meant to be because about halfway in, she lost the baby. It was incredibly hard for the both of them, and the loss served to put a small crack in their relationship. Lately, they’ve been fighting a lot more and it’s unknown how their once idealized marriage will turn out.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Errol/Yankee. Errol as in Errol Flynn, the Australian swashbuckler; or Errol the owl owned by the Weasley family…you know the old, raggedy one who runs into windows and such. (You have no idea how excited I was when I read that I fell out of my chair. It’s such an uncommon name you know so I was quite excited to finally see it used as a character name)
gender: Male
age: Eighteen
contact:You can pm me, or email me at alomir_orsoan@yahoo.com . I do have YIM but I rarely use it, but maybe if you smile nicely and butter me up I’d sign off if you like to instant message.
how you found us: I’m a NINJA recruit
other characters: Nope. There isn’t anything running through my head right now. Mostly just Sweeney Todd songs.
experience:I always hate these questions. I think since I was about ten or eleven. I started off on the Neoboards and eventually just got less n00bish
role play sample:The sound of clicking heels echoed through the hallway as Lucy Belle Weasley walked down the halls, almost as if she were on the catwalk. It was the intense kind of walk of a determined girl on her way to the party of the year. She was guided by the soft illumination from the tip of her wand, and her eyes scanned the hallways for prefects or teachers.
Luckily the witch encountered no such obstacles. However she did come across Sir Nicholas, the Gryffindor house ghost who made a tutting noise of disapproval before floating into a nearby wall; as well as a pair of students who were so involved inwhatever they were doing behind the tapestry that they hadn’t even noticed Lucy walk by.
That was just what seemed to be happening lately. No one noticed her. Well sure people knew she existed but she wasn’t quite getting the attention that she craved. The attention she wanted from him. How dare he! Acting all cute in classes and her going out of her way to bring attention to herself and then he just went off the wall and did something like that. Inconceivable!
In Lucy’s opinion one of the best ways to get back at a boy that you had your eye on was to look totally hot and be seen out a social event. It was a time honored and proven method. If there was one thing Lucy was not above, it was jealously…no human being was completely above it. But rather, Lucy tried to take it, shape it, and turn it from a negative thing into a positive thing.
So what if the totally hunky, dreamy, boy that Lucy had liked all year long had not asked her to the Winter Ball. That she could live with. But what she couldn’t stand was who he did choose to invite. Of all the girls in the schools, many of whom would have said yes to the handsome Hufflepuff, he had picked Third-Tier Tierney Finnigan, a girl who was just a year her junior. She was so annoying always nipping at her boorish sister’s heels like a little puppy or something, it was disgusting.
Lucy liked to think that she was actually quite pretty, with her slim toned body from years in a dance studio and her long silky, red hair. Tierney was cute in the same way that a pug was. She was adorably hideous. Well maybe that wasn’t quite a fair evaluation but it still brought a subtle, coy smile to the girl’s lips.
By now she had reached the seventh floor, and she paced in front of the wall three times thinking all the while, “I need to find the place where Eddy is having his after-party for the winter ball.” And a door began to shimmer into existence. Taking a quick glance backwards to make sure there weren’t any teachers or prefects behind her she slipped into the door just before it vanished leaving the same bare wall that had been there just moments previously.
As soon as Lucy walked in, the room was darkened illuminated only by the alternating flashing multicolored lights and white strobe light that pulsed to the beat. The music pounded at an almost impossible volume, from a DJ booth that seemed to operate itself by magic. The system was clearly amplified by magic—and despite its roof shaking volume the powerful magic that bound the Room of Requirement together kept it from being heard at all outside.
She was greeted by Edward Finch-Fletchley shortly after walking into the door. He was sitting on a stool near the entrance a jar on his lap for people to deposit the entrance fee into. He was taking very casual swigs out bottle that appeared to read, “Madam Valeria’s Marshmallow Vodka”, which he gripped by the neck. He slurred something of a thanks as Lucy pulled the money from her clutch and deposited it into the jar.
As she entered further into the room she could see that there was a section that the room had been divided into separate sections. All around the room where plush couches and chairs for people to enjoy their drinks, or take a break from dancing. As the witch scanned the rest of the room she found the area that had clearly been designated as the dance floor judging by the number of teen witches and wizards who were dancing in earnest as the song reached a fever pitch. Some students danced by themselves throwing their hands up to the rhythmic pounding. Still, some of the teenagers seemed to be partnered off, gyrating against one another as though their very lives depended on it. Anyone who knew the first thing about her would know that she’d spend a majority of the party alternating between dancing and drinking, but mostly dancing.
As she scanned the room, she saw a bar with what appeared to be a team of Hogwarts House Elves (How Eddy managed to convince them to bartend a party was beyond her) with liquors of every sort behind the elves who were busily mixing drinks. She noticed several large metal kegs with pieces of parchment taped to them which marked their contents.
“Oh. Tonight is going to be a fun night. I’m going to forget Garrett, Tierney, Molly and their bullshit. I wanna black out tonight.” Lucy Weasley thought to herself as she approached the bar, giving a flirtatious smile to a cute Hufflepuff who was waiting at the bar next to her. She unabashedly raked her eyes up and down his body and give him a slight wink before turning to the elf and saying, “Martini please. Oh, and make it dirty.”
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