Post by coloredchords on Aug 15, 2010 12:49:32 GMT
PARKER ANTHONY WELLINGTON
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for once i want to be the car crash,
not always just the traffic jam.
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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AGE/DOB: Seventeen. June 21st.
YEAR: Seventh.
HOUSE: Gryffindor.
AFFILIATION: Order.
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
GIRL IN SCHOOL? HMM... OH, BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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gryffindor tattoo on left side of chest.
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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his family.
school.
the ladies.
getting in fights with slytherins.
wizard politics.
the east coast of the USA.
DADA.
traveling.
hanging out with friends.
seafood.
LOATHES:
dark wizards.
people who complain.
getting judged as 'rich kid'.
not being able to tell anyone back home he is a wizard.
busy work.
apathetic people.
BOGGART: being the fault of his family's death.
DEMENTOR: when his closest aunt was murdered.
PATRONUS: horse && his first day at Hogwarts.
VERITASERUM:
his aunt was actually a witch (so secret that he doesn't even know)
his mother is a recent alcoholic.
STRENGTHS:
staying loyal to the people he cares about.
has immense courage.
very good flyer.
WEAKNESSES:
stubborn.
really bad at potions.
girls with green eyes.
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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FATHER: Andrew Parker Wellington, 47, U.S. Senator, Muggle
SIBLINGS: Katherine Anne Wellington, 15, Muggle
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Annabelle Jane Duke,
WEALTH STATUS: pretty wealthy.
BIRTHPLACE: Newport, Rhode Island.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Newport, Rhode Island.
OVERVIEW:
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Parker Anthony Wellington. Born on a hot, muggy afternoon in July to the grateful parents, Andrew and Cecilla. From the moment the little green eyed heart-throb was born, he knew where he stood in the world. His parents made it very clear early on that he was of a certain caliber, a high one, in society. His father was a very influential senator and his mother was probably the most active housewife you have ever met. Being born into the Wellingtons gave you certain privileges but from a very early age, Parker was taught that those privileges come with some heavy responsibility. His family was firm in the fact that you had to give back to society, take care of them, and stay active in the politics that govern their lives. Parker not only spent his summers out of private school on the country club golf course, but also at high profile charity events. Nothing changed when his little sister entered into the picture. The kids were taught to behave, that the inside fork was used for salads, and how to hold a very constructive conversation.
Life was turned upside down when Parker was eleven. In the days leading up to his birthday, he received an extremely odd letter. Something about being a wizard and this place called "Hogwarts". Well naturally he asked his father about it, him being the go-to person for any question Parker had. His father explained to him that it was just a scam, set up for trying to get money out of people. A month went by before they saw another letter come in the mail. Again they ignored it. Parker's little sister took up teasing Parker about it, much to his annoyance. However, a week after that letter, they received a visitor. An oddly dressed woman who said that she was a professor at this Hogwarts place. Parker's father had his finger on the button for security when the lady did something extraordinary: she transformed the coffee table they were sitting around into a full, well-stocked atrium. After a long discussion and many questions later, it was decided. Parker was a wizard and in the fall he would attend Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The years following were a roller coaster ride for Parker. His school years consisted of learning more and more about this world he had just discovered, followed by summers in Rhode Island, going to social events for his dad's reelection and telling everyone he attended a prestigious boarding school for budding politicians in Washington State. As he more closely examined the wizarding world's history however, he became much more interested in their politics. He would go home for the summer and try to tell his dad about Lord Voldemort and the Battle at Hogwarts. His father always politely listened but never gave any advice or anything. Now Parker is attending his last year at Hogwarts and needs to start making serious decisions. Does he go back to the Muggle world to be with his family, or does he stay here and fight the death eaters that are still at large in the wizarding world. He has heard the rumors of Belletrix Lestrange and knows that he must help bring her down along side the order. But what will his family think?
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
GUSHERS! NO, NO, NO... I HAVE A FRUIT BY THE FOOT[/color][/font]
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AGE: 21.
GENDER: female.
EXPERIENCE: ummm...pretty much way too long.
ANYTHING ELSE?: maple.
RP SAMPLE:
actually from a story I wrote, but you get the idea.
"NO! FRED! NO!"
Percy's scream of desperation rang in his ears. It was no surprise to George; the moment it had happened his whole body had seized up in fear, his lungs no longer able to take in air. The seconds began to feel like hours. Suddenly, everything blurred around him. Shooting bolts of spells were now just fuzzy lights dancing in the low light of the castle. The only thing that his eyes could focus on was his brother's body. His own ears did not register the scream that escaped from his lungs as his body unfroze, letting him lunge across the hallway. Involuntarily, his arms flung the other blurred forms gathered around the scene out of his way. George didn't feel his knees bang onto the ground as his legs clasped under him. The only thing registering in his mind was Fred's face, frozen in confusion. George's tears stung his cheek as he scooped up the lifeless body, trying to squeeze his brother back to life. It seemed like ages before the warmth left his body. He was gone. His twin, his other half was dead.
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His initial gasp turned into fast, shallow breaths as consciousness fully encompassed him. His freckled skin dripped with cold sweat and his white undershirt was thoroughly soaked. George's body shot straight up, cold air rushing into his lungs. For a second, he hung between dreams and reality, his eyes set on the dresser opposite his bed. Rubbing his right eye and temple, he couldn't tell if his face was wet with sweat or tears. Probably both. He pushed himself off the bed, his face expressionless. He would feel horrible if his sudden rise had awoken his sister, Ginny, who was curled up, her back to him. She had crawled into his bed during the night, sniffling and wiping tears from her eyes. They hadn't talked, just held each other close and tried to get just a little bit of sleep.
Sleep was something that hadn't been coming easily to George. In the rare occasion that he had slept, it was always restless and never for more than a couple hours at a time. Even deep sleep was interrupted by nightmares, cold sweats. It seemed that every time George closed his eyes, that face was there staring up at him. Questioning him with those piercing green eyes that George had shared with him. Those eyes that seemed to ask, "This is the end, isn't it?". Nevertheless, sleep was the last thing that George wanted to do.
The floorboards of the burrow creaked under his feet as he made his way to the bathroom. A shower seemed the only logical thing to do at this time of night. He tried to drown out his thoughts by turning the pressure all the way up, letting the hot water stream over his face. He had developed a habit of turning the water hot enough so that it was just short of burning his skin. It was his way of trying to take away the pain without actually doing damage. He stood under the water, the most movement was the turn of his neck to redirect the water. There wasn't any point in soaping or scrubbing. There was nothing else to do except stand still until the water had sufficiently done the job. Besides, he didn't feel he had the energy to even lift his arms. Not after tonight. This nightmare had been one of the worse ones. Usually they were just swirling images of memories, haunting him the whole night through. He had expected tonight, however. For once the clock had turned to 12:01am, it had been one month exactly since that night. The night that had left him a shell of a man.
After drying himself with limited effort and shuffling about his room to find somewhat clean clothes, his feet shuffled him downstairs. At least it was better than the bedroom. That bedroom held so many images for him, since the day that they were both born. No, he liked it better in the living room. There he couldn't come across old Puking Pastels or Nose-Bleed Nuggets.
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