DAVIES, Christopher Roger

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Christopher Roger Davies

THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE

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full name: Christopher Roger Davies
nicknames: Chris, Davies, Rotten Drunk...anything really
birthday: March 27
age: twenty-three
house/school: Gryffindor/Hogwarts
alliance: death eater
blood status: pure
occupation: Professional Quidditch player
face claim: Taylor Kitsch

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL

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likes:
-Alcohol
-Parties
-Girls
-Skipping practice
-Bad Press (Its hilarious)
- Food of any kind…well, excluding peas
- Running
- Breaking rules
-Quidditch
- Working out
-Did I mention, girls?
dislikes:
-Early mornings
- Suspensions
- Over Achievers
- Hangovers (though he’s become quite used to them)
- The general concept of work
- Quidditch (love/hate relationship)
- PEAS
- Cats (totally evil)
- Liars
strengths: - Quidditch, no matter how much he tries to self sabotage himself
- Playing quidditch well while intoxicated/hungover (it’s an acquired skill)
- He’s fiercely loyal to the few he holds close
-His Humour (sarcasm can always lighten a mood)
- Managing to have graduated school with his absence and detention record


weaknesses: - Over-competitiveness
- Getting involved in the wrong sort of off school activities
- His overly sarcastic deflections
- His avoidance of anything involving work
- Not listening to authority
dementor: - Turning into his father. His father has pushed him his entire life to follow in his footsteps and Chris has done everything in his power to remain his own person. He rebels for rebellion’s sake.
-That he won’t always be as beautiful as he is at this very moment…no, no, totally joking. Perhaps that his recklessness may one day catch up with him.
patronus: An Silver tipped bird—It reminds him of the first time he was able to ride a broom without having to worry about playing quidditch for his father.
sexuality & relationship status: Extremely Heterosexual and newly single

overall personality: Chris is a rather complex individual. He can’t just be read like a simple book and he will by no means make it easier for you. He will say exactly what is on his mind without thinking of the consequences of his actions. This outspoken man of seventeen does not easily let someone in. He is a hard one to figure out, though most people don’t have a problem pin pointing exactly who they think he is.

“Jock/Anti-Jock”
So initially this is where things get a bit fuzzy. Chris grew up in a highly competitive and athletic family. His father was captain of his respective house team while he was in school. Chris loves the attention and adrenaline a sport such as quidditch gives him but at the same time hates the sporting atmosphere. He has a love-hate relationship with quidditch and this dichotomy of the jock/anti jock seems to be a daily struggle for the young man.

“Sarcastic”
Chris’ humour can only be taken one of two ways. You either get it or you don’t. He tends to be quite sarcastic in almost all instances and sometimes it gets the better of him. Though the few who know him well say it is only a defensive mechanism, he still uses it with the upmost ease and poise. He has no problem taking a shot at something odd or unusual.

"Impulsive"
Chris doesn’t think twice about anything. Sometimes once is too much for him. He does whatever he feels like doing no matter the consequence. He is unafraid to try new things on a whim, which sometimes makes the things he does a little too dangerous for the average person. He wears certain emotions on his sleeves and takes his impulses as an indication of how he really feels about people.

“Partier”
Chris is one who is always down for a party. He loves to have fun and drink no matter the occasion. Though his extensive partying ways may have an effect on his grades, he is set out to either have a good time or drink away his worries. He likes to make friends with a lot of different crowds, making his party options mcuh more fruitful.

“Reckless”
Frankly, he does not give a damn about much. He very much lives in the moment. This is simple, Chris likes danger. He likes the adrenaline pumping through him and the rush he feels when he beats the odds. He is not docile in any way.

“Loyal”
Despite his many flaws, Chris has it engrained in him to be loyal to the few he holds close. While he knows many people and runs in a few different circles at school, he does not have many people he would tell his life story to. He can sometimes be a bit of a loner but when those few friends need him he’ll always be around, no matter how late he may be.

I HEARD ONE ON YOU

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father: Roger Davies, 50, Sports Writer and former player
mother: Melissa Bulstrode , 50, healer
siblings: N/A
others: Dominique Weasley—ex- girlfriend
overall history: Christopher Roger Davies is the only child to Roger and Melissa Davies. The first son, Chris’ middle name is after his father as it was his parent’s greatest hopes that he would follow in his footsteps, particularly when it came to quidditch. From an early age Chris was involved with Quidditch. He probably learned to fly before he could walk. He father always pushed him towards the game and Chris being young did not know of another way. Unlike his father, Chris had to try a lot harder to attain some of the talent his father had showed naturally, but in time he developed the skill that his parents assumed was natural talent. The constant comparisons between he and his father forced Chris to hate the quidditch atmosphere before he even started at Hogwarts.

Chris was a bit of a rebellious child. He always got into trouble for pulling dangerous attention grabbing stunts. These cries for attention were never taken for what they really were and thus were pushed aside by his parents. His father wanted both his boys to one day become professional quidditch players, but Chris, secretly, had other plans---or perhaps lack thereof. He didn’t exactly know what the future held for him but he didn’t want to limit himself to one thing that probably was beyond his reach.

As Chris grew older, his natural disregard for the rules only increased. Chris merely seemed to mess things up and what was more he seemed to revel in that fact. He loved to never follow the rules, sneaking out late at night, and scoring low grades on exams once he got to Hogwarts. This bad boy attitude was seen by his parents as a phase. Sooner rather than later, Chris began to tune his father’s incessant criticism out and rebelled with much more dangerous activities than had been the case when he was younger. Being the kind of son to Roger as Chris was left much to be desired.
Chris was ecstatic to reach Hogwarts and be free of his parents’ prying eyes. He made his house’s Quidditch team with what looked like ease. He even tried to play up how easy things were for him, trying once again to emulate what his father had achieved in spite of himself. Quidditch, despite all the hardships it had given him in the past, was all he knew and he did not know if he could ever give it up altogether. He neither cared for the rules too much as well. Owls were sent home on occasion and it only seemed to progress as the years went on.

In his seventh year, Chris began dating Dominique Weasley. Unlike other girls before her, Chris actually stuck with this relationship longer than a day. Though his eye couldn’t help but wonder he continued to be infatuated with Dom for quite some time. She had a kind of hold on him that he never thought was possible and he couldn’t even begin to understand.

After Hogwarts, Chris reluctantly gained a spot on a professional Quidditch team in the English leagues. His father was thrilled and everyone was rather surprised, including Chris as he had tried at every turn to sabotage himself. He had been in rough interviews with scouts, showed up to games drunk and hungover when they were in the crowds and still his skills spoke for themselves. Dom and Chris eventually grew apart because of the distance and a variety of other reasons and he is a newly single and extremely ready to mingle man. Despite the fact that Chris had achieved his father’s goal of turning pro, he could not help but continue to try and sabotage any chance of success. He began to be known as the bad boy of Pro Quidditch. He was hard to deal with for managers, continued to party until all hours of the night, miss curfew, and even show up hung over to practices and games. The press wasn’t kind to him and he reveled in that fact. To him any kind of publicity was good publicity even if his acts were detrimental to his career. However much he internally wanted to sabotage himself a part of him loved the game too much to let it go completely. It was perhaps the skill he showed in spite of his recklessness that allowed him to stay in the league.

Now at age 23, Chris is as wild as ever. He doesn’t much care about what he does and definitely doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions. Around this time he began to run with some bad crowds because he liked the adrenaline rush he got from getting into a bit of trouble when he was around these people. His new less than reputable friends have had their influence and have gotten him a foot in the door of a place that he would probably never go unless he didn’t have an undying love to rebel. The death eaters have shown to be an intrigue for him but that doesn’t necessarily mean he is all for what they stand for. Really, he just goes with the flow and does what he wants. I guess technically he could be called a DE because of who he has started to associate with but to him he makes his own decisions and isn’t apart of any affiliation.
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YOUR GOING TO WISH

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name/alias: Kim
gender: female
age: 21
contact:PM
how you found us: MEME
other characters: N/A
experience: on and off for a while now
role play sample:

As day shifted into night over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, many students were preparing for dinner, finishing off assignment, or even starting them. Free time at Hogwarts was always a sought after period to catch up with piling up assignment and to just relax. The stress of school seemed to be at every turn and it was the nights filled with good food and friends that many people used to refuel themselves. The feasts were enough to make any mad man a happy camper and the company of fellow housemates was just the icing on the cake. In many ways it was like a large extended family gathering. On that particular night the school was buzzing. Much could be said about the recent social activities at Hogwarts. Full mouths couldn’t even contain the excitement of the word as the Great Hall held a humming of activity within its walls.

At the Gryffindor table there seemed to be less activity than usual, however. Though it was still loud and still a bit obnoxious with the likes of James Potter and his fellow friends, the table still held one rather notable absence. The barking laugh of Sirius Black had not been heard for hours. His cheeky jokes and playful antics had not been felt by the Gryffindor table, nor had any food been thrown over at the Slytherin table. All in all, it was oddly calm for a Hogwarts dinner. The question on many people’s minds was where the mischievous Sirius Black was and when was he going to make his entrance.


Several floors beyond that of the Great Hall, a mass of black hair covered the top of a desk. The face beneath it was in a state of utter boredom that was verging on a bit of insanity. A small groan escaped his lips as he turned his head to the side and stared up at the clock. The room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall at the front of the room. To someone who hadn’t been in detention for hours they wouldn’t have noticed it, but by this point it was the only thing Sirius Black could notice, and it was quite literally driving him mad.

Sirius had a bit of a habit of landing himself in detention. He probably spent more time in that room than he did in any class. His name was even carved into the desk he had been sitting in at that moment. Really a case could be made that his second home was detention.

He let out an exaggerated sigh as he stared at the clock. It was as if its face were mocking him. Were the hands even moving at this point? Time was irrelevant during detention. Professors kept a person until they had learned their lesson and by Sirius’ seventh year and probably thousandth’s time in detention there was no denying that this was one lesson he would never fully learn. Technically, the professor could keep him there forever and at this point Sirius was sure he would. The particular professor who was monitoring this detention was wise to Sirius’ ways and had taken his wand upon arrival. He had locked it away in his desk and forced Sirius to sit still for what seemed like a life time. Sirius didn’t do well in confined spaces. He wasn’t one to stand still for even a moment and here he was sitting in a room unable to leave and his wand was held hostage. They were getting wise at Hogwarts which was quite unfortunate for him.

There was a loud grunt from the front of the room and Sirius flicked his eyes at the overly large professor at the front. He was bloody sleeping! Was he trying to mock Sirius now? He and the clock were probably in on it together. Sirius glared up at the clock before putting his head back into his arm. He began staring back at the side wall where he had been in the process of counting bricks.

Here was where it all was going to end. Sirius, starving, wandless, and bored; a hostage to detention. What a horrible way to go. He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy…okay so maybe he would. James had been give him a good funeral because at that moment his future was bleak. It was sure to be the first death by detention

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