Post by james on Jan 27, 2012 3:45:36 GMT
james sirius potter
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: james sirius potter
nicknames: james; ruffles
birthday: may thirteenth
age: twenty three
house/school: gryffindor alumni
alliance: order
blood status: pure blood
occupation: owner of the honeyduke's sweet shop
face claim: jason behr
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
- Running
- Reading
- Flying
- Adventures
- Traveling
dislikes:
- Work
- Obligations
- War
- Death Eaters
- The Minister
strengths:
- not afraid to stand up for himself
- protective
- loyal
weaknesses:
- full of himself
- doesn’t know when to give in
- not very bright
dementor: James’ worst fear is finding out about his parents being murdered and then shipped off to another one of his relatives.
patronus: a fox – his greatest memory is graduating from Hogwarts and getting a chance to change his horrible habits and turn everything around.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual; taken
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
[/size]ill make your head burn - - -[/center]
father: harry potter; deceased
mother: ginevra potter; deceased
siblings: lily potter; healer – albus potter; unknown
others: entire weasley family
overall history: James Sirius Potter was born to Harry James and Ginevra Molly Potter on May 13th of 2008. They were loving parents, who loved them very much, but they were a little less strict than their grandparent, Molly and Arthur, had wanted. James would constantly hear his mother’s parents telling her that she spoiled the boys and Lily too much, but she had never admitted this. James, however, didn’t help in any case. He was the one who had constantly made the house stressful. He was a monster who liked to make a mess, liked to boss his siblings around, and who liked to remind them that he was the best just because he was born first. This, however, was never serious. It was petty childish conversations, but James was definitely the worst child to raise.
Growing up in a family with so many people had helped on his behalf. He loved to play pranks, but he couldn’t keep doing it on the same prey, because they would get too suspicious and begin to predict James’ moves. He would not let this happen. He was a stealthy troublemaker and would constantly pull the worst on people. He wouldn’t pull them on his siblings, however, because of the talks he would get from his parents when he did. He had pulled one on Albus once, unaware of the consequences, and swore that he had seen his mother breathe fire. His father laughed, however, and then the fighting began. They barely ever fought, but it was nice to know that his father was occasionally on his side of the argument.
Things, however, grew dark over time. His parents had been murdered by an unknown personnel and though the entire Wizarding world was on the look out for them – it ended up coming back as nothing but a ghost. The Potters were packed up and shipped to another relative which ‘cause James reaction to be the most scarred. He spent every moment fighting after that, purposely picking the fights with his siblings, and finding no way into happiness. There was no happiness.
When James got older he had developed a problem with sneaking out of the house. He got caught, most of the time, but it didn’t stop him. He liked to meddle into things that were best not to. He liked to run to the nearest playground. They had one near their house, but it was pretty much abandoned, which is why he felt so close to it. No one kept it clean, clear of grass, or even attractive. It was a mess of weed and metal, but it was James’ wonderland. He would pretend that he owned this place and everything was his kingdom. The tunnels were his castle, the springy animals were his horse and carriage, and, his favorite, the tallest slide was his throne. He had never let his siblings know about this place, on account of protecting something so dear to him, and also protecting his image.
Hogwarts was nothing but trouble and horrific grades for the Potter kid. He would constantly get detention for fighting, pranking, and destroying massive amounts of property. He was, also, known for partying more than ninety five percent of the student population. Going to Hogwarts had changed his life. He had made friends okay, but enemies as easily as could be. He had missed home, though. He missed his sanctuary, but he missed his family more. His siblings had gone their own ways at that point and he was left to drown himself in his own self obsessive ways. He formed a small group and the three of them were as tight as could be. When the end of their school adventure had come, however, he stuck by one friend, but the other seemed to disappear.
After Hogwarts had become comfortable, James' need for pranking and breaking the rules came to a halt. He had turned his life around, fighting for at least a chance at something other than a nobody, and found himself comfortable with owning a small shop in Diagon Alley. It wasn't his first choice job, but he never really had one.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Panda
gender: Female
age: twenty one
contact: skype: itexish
how you found us: ninja
other characters: danika may montague; twenty three; singer
experience: eleven years
role play sample:James had heard several thousand stories from his parents when he was a kid. It was what came when your father was the most famous wizard in the entire world, and all for just surviving a curse. These stories, however, were the reason for James' need for adventure. He listened to all of the times his father almost died, or almost failed, but he always came out in the end as a hero. This is where James' need for adventure arose. He didn't want to be a normal student who would sit and do stupid papers and homework - he wanted to be out in the world finding adventure. Most of all, however, he wanted to save the day. He wanted to be the hero.
He had ended his streak as a child when he used to desire to do nothing but make his parents proud - that was far from over - and so he fashioned himself a new and bizarre dream. He wanted to travel and get himself into as much trouble as possible, if that made sense. James was a complicated guy who had so many negative influences that he viewed them as saints. All of his pranks and ideas came from his uncle George, which is something his mother never enjoyed, but it seemed like no matter what James did - his mother would always find the need to yell at him for something. He deserved it, after all, but there really was no hope in making him see that. He was enjoying life, and his mother was yelling at him for it. That was his viewing of it. She would always be a pain in the neck.
James' favorite story had to be the one about the basilisk, not because he liked snakes, but it seemed to be the one with the most entertainment value. The other ones were sort of dull to him, but the snake story, for some reason, had caught his attention the most. He knew every word of this story because he made his father recite it so many times when he was younger. That was the reason why he had found himself entering the particular lavatory which was known for Moaning Myrtle's domain. It was something about the fact that a dead girl who was very touchy and insecure wallowed in a bathroom that made James want to keel over with tears of laughter every time he thought of it. It was just so pathetic. It was just so amusing to him, but he didn't know why. It sort of freaked him out in a way, too, for what if he was changing in here or something? She'd seeeverything. He was just too good looking to have it wasted on her!
There was a need then for someone to walk in and just beat the living daylights out of him. He had announced himself in the most despicable and low class way that anyone with half a mind would just want to knock some sense into him. His words had echoed so much that anyone within fifty feet of him would hear him clear as day, and he didn't care. He was slightly heartless and full of himself and he was meddling in places that he was surely going to get burned. Anyone would be surprised that Myrtle didn't rise from the toilet and scare him away, but the bathroom was still quiet. It was just one buzzing memory of the awful announcement. What were these horrible words that James had seemed okay to announce himself with? "Hey, dead girl!"
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