Post by mclaggen on Jan 20, 2012 3:27:43 GMT
connor liam mcglaggen
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: connor liam mclaggen
nicknames: connie, but ONLY his annoying younger sister calls him that. otherwise, it's just connor.
birthday: july twenty-second
age: twenty-five
house: gryffindor
alliance: neutral
blood status: half blood
occupation: beater for the montrose magpies
face claim: jared padalecki
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
a good game of quidditch
warm butterbeer
chocolate frogs
practicing charms
reading books
astronomy, or just star gazing in general
food, especially sweets
time alone when flying
being with his friends and family
going to the ocean
dislikes:
lightning storms
arguments
alcohol
obnoxious people
ditzy girls
splinters
hot weather
vanity
pumpkin juice
having to choose sides
strengths:
courageous
loyal
intelligent
weaknesses:
shy
cares more for others than himself
makes fast choices, not always thinking through
veritaserum: Connor, ever since he was young, had an immense fear of lightning and storms.
Connor has considered becoming a death eater as well as joining the order.
dementor: During the summer before his third year in Hogwarts, Connor was at home flying around on his new broomstick he got for his birthday. There was a storm approaching, but he convinced himself a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. The lightning seemed to come out of no where. It didn't strike him, but the tree he was flying beside. The blast scared him so much, he fell from his broom, broke his leg and arm, and destroyed his new broom. He has been terrified of lightning ever since.
patronus: During his last year at Hogwarts, he was chosen as team Quidditch captain for Gryffindor. It was the biggest honor of his whole Hogwarts career. Winning the cup was just the icing on the cake. His patronus takes the form of a stallion.
sexuality & relationship status: straight and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: cormac mclaggen, 47, works at the ministry in the foreign affairs and sports department
mother: cordelia (nee jones) mclaggen, 45 works at st. mungo's as a healer
siblings: sister, ___ ___ mclaggen, twenty-two
others: n/a
overall history: Cormac McLaggen knew Cordelia Jones in Hogwarts, but since she was a couple years behind him, they didn't talk much. It wasn't until he saw her a few years after they were both out of Hogwarts did he realize she was the one. He was at a Quidditch game, and she was working as a healer. They got to talking and married a year later. A few years passed until they decided to have children. On a stormy July evening, their first child was born, Connor Liam McLaggen. Connor inherited the best of both of his parents. Like his father, he was a great Quidditch player and had a passionate personality. The same as his mother, he was a bright student and worked hard to reach his goals. Also like his mother, he was more shy and quiet.
Three years passed and all was well in the McLaggen family. Cordelia learned she was pregnant, and the couple were celebrating another child. Soon, Connor's younger sister was born and added to the family. Growing up, Connor had the perfect childhood. His father was a strong-spirited man with a well paying job. And his mother was a beautiful, charming woman with such intelligence and grace, she raised her children wonderfully. The McLaggen house was extravagant and perfect, always clean and buzzing with life. Connor loved his sister dearly, but like any sibling relationship, they had their fair share of fights. His sister was quite the opposite of himself and they tended to clash.
When Connor turned eleven, he got his letter welcoming him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was some of the best years of his life. He was sorted into his father's old house, Gryffindor. He made lifelong friends, got to play Quidditch, and achieved excellent marks in school. In his seventh year, his mother began to make plans for him as an ambitious auror or heroic healer. Nevertheless, Connor had different plans for his future. He just wanted to play Quidditch. It was the love of his life, it was the one true passion he had. His mother thought he was insane for going after a Quidditch career as a beater for the Montose Magpies. 'You have so much talent, Connor McLaggen.' She chided him on countless occasions. 'Don't waste your life flying around on a broomstick.'
Without his mother's blessing, he pursued his career and eventually became a very successful beater. Unlike many other players, Connor was after the fortune or fans. He truly loved the feeling of flying through the air, the exhilaration of striking a Bludger and sending it soaring. During one intense game, Connor was looking out for the Seeker, making sure the Bludgers stayed clear of him when all of the sudden he was knocked off his broomstick and blacked out. When he woke up, he was St. Mungo's with a few broken ribs and a concussion. Nothing too dangerous, but the fall made him wonder how much longer he would play. He wanted to have a family and settle down, hopefully in one piece. Ever since that thought was planted in his mind, Connor had only dreamed of finding the right girl, marrying her, and starting a family.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: beth
gender: female
age: seventeen
contact: pm
how you found us: response to caution want ad (:
other characters: noneyet
experience: about four years
role play sample:The only reason Rebecca really knew who Lily Evans was because James was obviously interested in her. Yes, the girl was also Head Girl, but that was hardly significant to her. If the Headmaster was truly daft enough to pick any old Mudblood, than the title was hardly an honor anymore. "What? No hello?" Becca scoffed, feigning hurt. "And here I was trying to be nice." The thought alone was almost humorous enough to make her laugh. Becca was hardly ever nice to anyone, let alone mudblood Gryffindors. Of course, she had a special distaste for Lily. The poor, blind girl probably didn't even know why Rebecca despised her so much. More than likely, Lily didn't even know who she was. Just another nameless Slytherin who tormented her for her impure blood, house, and ugly red hair.
The threat Lily attempted to make of stealing house points wasn't a very strong one. Rebecca loved her house as much as the next proud pureblood, but a few points wasn't about to scare her off. Besides, Lily could dock a hundred points and Slytherin would most likely end up winning the House Cup. Again. "Bravo, Lily," Becca sneered, clapping her hands together in mock applaud, "very convincing. Especially for a filthy Mudblood." It was absolutely disgusting how Lily was so well off for one of the dirtiest creatures in the wizarding world. It wasn't fair how such great powers stumbled into the hands of an undeserving girl like herself. Maybe Rebecca would have thought differently if she wasn't raised as such, but deep down, she knew that the magical world would be better without being tainted by Muggles. If anyone deserved the role of Head Girl, it would be a pureblood. The girl didn't even have to be a Slytherin; a pureblood Hufflepuff would surpass a Mudblood Gryffindor anyway. And to think James Potter actually fancied her. He was a pureblood god who deserved someone twice as better than Lily.
Without realizing, Becca clenched her fists together. There was nothing more in the world that Becca would like to do - at least at that moment - than punch Lily Evans. The girl needed a good beating to bring her back into reality. The way she spoke to Rebecca almost sounded like she was trying to put Rebecca at her mercy. Like she had the power to decide whether or not to punish her. Technically, she did since she could dock points, but that was pathetic. Lily was a Mudblood, an undeserving being. She was less than a house elf! They at least were raised in the magical world. Although she wouldn't say this aloud, house elves deserved their magic more than Mudbloods. She loved her house elf, Zippy. The sweet little elf was such a better, more deserving creature than Lily Evans. Rebecca narrowed her eyes at the girl in front of her. One quick hex should put her back in her place; at the bottom of the stack. Since her wand was on the small side, she easily concealed it by placing it by her waist and covering it with her shirt. It wouldn't be difficult at all to just reach in, whip it out, and throw a hex in her way. No one was around to see anyways…
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