kennedy, christopher james [wip]

[lexi]

christopher james kennedy

THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE

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full name: Christopher James Kennedy
nicknames: chris, kennedy,
birthday: march sixteenth
age: sixteen
house: Slytherin
blood status: pure
face claim: Chord Overstreet

school: for beauxbatons/durmstrang students only!

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL

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likes:
-money
-the spotlight
-women
-himself
-power
-control
-his family
-fellow purebloods
-adrenaline rushes
-winning
-perfection
-a challenge
-dark magic
-quidditch
dislikes:
-muggleborns and halfbloods
-not getting his way
-doubt
-herbology
-animals
-having to wait
-persistent people
-winter
-being wrong
-losing
-having to show affection; the feeling of vulnerability
strengths:
-persuasion
-wittiness
-quidditch
-his charm
weaknesses:
-his ego
-showing affection
-admitting he is wrong
-his family
-the fact that he believes he has no weaknesses
veritaserum:
-he’s afraid of love
-he’d do anything for his sister
dementor:
At the time, six year old Christopher had yet to learn how to swim and, due to his conceit and love for attention, simply pretended that he did as he bragged to his younger sister who was five years old at the time. They sat by the poolside, waiting for their mother to accompany them in the water before entering considering neither of them were capable of swimming. “Hold on a moment. Watch your sister.” His mother stated, rushing back into the manor and leaving the two kids in their backyard for less than four minutes. Christopher hadn’t planned for one of his friends to come over, but when they knocked on the backyard gate he couldn’t refuse walking across the yard to greet his friend. By the time he and his friend had gotten back to the pool, his sister was no longer in site. Suddenly, a head of long blond hair popped up to the surface of the water, followed by Nicolette’s flailing arms and screams that quickly turned into choking and coughing. Chris stood there for a moment, completely in shock and unsure as to what he was supposed to do. He had only been six, and he had no idea how to save her. Before he could come up with a solution, he felt his mother’s presence at his side and was thankful for her quick apparation. She didn’t even hesitate. Diving into the water, she grabbed her daughter underneath her arm in one swift movement and carried her to the poolside. After the young girl stopped crying and coughing and his mother’s attention was refocused back to him, a long hour of yelling took place for leaving Nicolette. Despite his embarrassment, he had never been so scared in his life. The thought of almost possibly losing his sister and being responsible for this still sends shivers down his spine.
patronus:
Pleasing Christopher’s parents had always been an extremely difficult challenge for both him and his sister. His father, playing quidditch professionally, had high expectations for Chris and especially when it came to quidditch. Growing up, his father trained him intensely and when it came time for him to try out for the Slytherin team in his second year, it had become a known fact that he would make the team. Even though he knew this, seeing his father smile at him and hug him when he came home for Christmas break was one of his happiest memories. Accomplishment flooded over him as he finally felt acceptance from the man he had looked up to most.
sexuality & relationship status: straight; single

I HEARD ONE ON YOU

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father: James Kennedy, 43, professional quidditch player
mother: Elizabeth Kennedy, 41, housewife
siblings: Nicolette Olivia Kennedy, 15, Slytherin
others: -
overall history: three + paragraphs please!

YOUR GOING TO WISH

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name/alias: Lexi ! (:
gender: female
age: 15 !
contact: pm please(:
how you found us: I think it was caution 2.0
other characters: none yet
experience: 4 years!
role play sample: “Where’s my shirt?” Nicolette giggled, her cornflower blue eyes scanning the entire room. She giggled once again, realizing that she had lost it. Normally, she would have yelled at everyone to stop dead in their tracks so that she could search, but on nights like these, she was carefree. Nothing could be the cause of her worrying, and a huge smile would be plastered from the time that she gathered with her friends to the time she went to bed. And what was the cause of all this happiness? - Five glasses of firewhisky while surrounded by a countless number of Slytherins in the ROR. She couldn’t quite remember where she had put her shirt, but was surprised at her high level of class considering most nights she ended up stripped completely, hooking up with whatever guy she could find. But tonight was a different story. The young girl had had three tests that week, and while Friday nights were usually her time to be reckless, she was extremely tired. It was midnight, and she knew it wasn’t long until her friends would leave anyway. One had to admire the Slytherin’s for being able to have parties and end up drunk without making too much noise and getting caught. Sauntering out of the room, swaying from side to side, she had decided to give up on her shirt. Having her pair of jeans on was satisfying enough for her anyway. She didn’t have the willpower to find it, and besides, she thought she looked good in the pink bra she was wearing.

Walking across the hallway, she tried to remember how to get back to the Slytherin common room. It was difficult, being wasted while having to find your way back to your room and keep quiet. But she had had it mastered seeing as it seemed to be a weekly tradition. However, she was finding it difficult on this particular evening to combine all the necessary skills of making it back to her common room. Stumbling down the corridor, she suddenly felt a draft and soon enough, goose bumps arose on her arms and the few blond hairs on her arms stood straight. She hadn’t realized how cold it was and now wished she had found her shirt. Stupidly, Nic searched the ground for the black blouse she had worn earlier despite the fact that it would obviously not be found considering she left it in the ROR. Hearing footsteps approach her, Nic’s attention sharpened and the Slytherin jumped as a small yelp escaped her mouth. Turning to face the stranger, she giggled at the fact that she had been frightened.
“It’s not very nice to sneak up on people.” She cocked her head to side and smiled playfully, even though she had no idea as to who exactly she was talking to.
Once again, she realized that she still remained shirtless. Of course, Nic had never been one to cover up. Instead, her eyes began to wonder again in search of her shirt.
“Have you seen my shirt? It’s black.” She questioned, looking at the stranger once more as she raised an eyebrow.


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