Post by tray on Jan 21, 2012 1:13:18 GMT
tray jordan wood
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Tray Jordan Wood.
nicknames: Tray, TJ.
birthday: July sixth.
age: Twenty-four.
house: Gryffindor.
alliance: The Order.
blood status: Pureblood.
occupation: Quidditch Player, Puddlemere United Keeper.
face claim: Shemar Moore.
appearence:As with all children, Tray were derived from his parents. His build was purely his father's. He wasn't by any means the tallest around, standing only at a mere six foot even. Still, he tended to tower over quite a few of his friends. Seeing as a love for Quidditch seemed to run in his family it was no wonder that he had a rather alluring build to him. He wasn't overly bulky, however he did have enough meat to his bones that there was a clear power beneath the 'soft' looking exterior. More muscle than fat about his body did little to make him appear anything more than a normal athlete.
Just looking at Tray's face would be like looking into the face of his grandfather. The two looked very much alike when it came down to it. Though his grandfather was aged a good bit by now, the uncanny resemblance was there. The same smooth jaw, slanted eyes and high cheekbones were just another trait passed on. Body build and wide grin seemed to be the only atheistic trait passed on by his father. Something he was thankful for as it would be quite hard to play his position in Quidditch if he had inherited his mother's shorter stature. Needless to say it would have been quite a disappointment when he got on his broom.
Not terribly unlike most his age, Tray had began to dress more casual than the typical professional attire. It wasn't a total shocker that his tie was almost never there or was loosened so much it might as well not be given the chance he had to dress up. He would always stick to his team colors, proud of everything they represented without fault. Sneakers instead of loafers had steadily become a necessity over the years as he grew more and more comfortable in his own skin. By choosing comfort over propriety, was something that led him to cut his hair rather short so that he hardly ever had to deal with it. A quick comb through and he was done.Quite a bit easier than spending an hour or more trying to charm it to spike up or fall flat.
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
[x]Women.
[x]Quidditch.
[x]Animals.
[x]Music.
[x]Chocolate Frogs.
[x]Flying.
[x]Food.
[x]Family.
[x]Dueling.
[x]Transfiguration.
dislikes:
[x]Rain.
[x]Arrogance.
[x]Corruption.
[x]Bullies.
[x]Womanizers.
[x]Alcohol.
[x]Potions.
[x]Stereotypes.
[x]Being called a coward.
[x]Pureblood ideology.
strengths:
[x]Athletic.
[x]Loyal.
[x]Friendly.
[x]Determined.
[x]Trustful.
weaknesses:
[x]Naive.
[x]Impulsive.
[x]ADD.
[x]Indecisive.
[x]Insecure.
personality:Tray by nature doesn't shy far off the tale of his father. If anything they could almost be considered mirror images of another. Of course, there was the exception that where Oliver was brave, Tray was loyal. Once he'd given his friendship to someone it stayed that way and he did so wholeheartedly. His trust in people was unwavering under some of the most tense of situations. Nothing and no one could come between that as far as he was concerned. While it was true he trusted people fully once it was given, it hardly meant he gave it blindly. He was quite careful to know who would be watching his back, in case they chose to stab it. That wasn't to say he didn't have a bit of bravery in him. It was there just as it was in his elder brother and his father to a smaller degree. For Tray to show such a blatantly show of bravery took a bit more. Such as a threat to someone he held dear. In which case he had the heart of a lion.
Other than the more dominant traits, Tray was unbelievably playful with just about anyone. Joking around even in the most inappropriate times just to break the tension of a room. Granted this would often get him in trouble with others all the time. Getting him accused as being scatter brained. Save for when it came to Quidditch; a subject that thanks to his parents, he was completely enthralled in. He was by no means studious unless there was a pretty girl he wanted to get to know better. In which case, said girl would never find a better listener than Tray. All in all, visual aids were the way to go to get him to even pay a nanosecond attention to anything that he deemed boring. On the other hand, he could sit and listen to music; muggle or wizard, for hours on end and never find the need to find anything else to do. Quidditch on the other hand was something that always kept his attention. He loved it with his entire being and had the ambition to win just as much as his father, something obviously passed on to his son.
Normally very shy when meeting a new person, it would take a while before he truly felt comfortable enough to be his self. Being extremely insecure about himself with just about everything. He had quite low self confidence which could easily have been chalked up to growing up in the shadow of his father. That didn't mean he resented the older man. Quite the opposite, he loved his father all the same. Even if they did fight on occasion. Feeling the blood they shared bonded them regardless of what they wanted so they might as well get along anyway. While most children would seem to be a 'momma's boy' or a 'daddy's boy', Tray tended to baffle the system with being both and neither. Should he have an issue, he felt the need to keep it to himself rather then burden someone he cared about. In general, he was just a very loyal and loving person who tried to see the best in everyone. Although, on more than one occasion he had been told his personality was practically that of a puppy.
sexuality & relationship status: Heterosexual & Single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Oliver ___ Wood, Forty-six, Ex-Quidditch Puddlemere United Player.
mother: Alicia ___ Spinnet, forty-five, ____.
siblings: ____ ____ Wood, twenty-two, Ravenclaw, neutral.
& ___ ___ Wood, nineteen, Gryffindor, death eater.
overall history:Tray Jordan Wood was born as the first of Oliver and Alicia Wood on July sixth. Given that both parents were Purebloods, so was he but the name 'Wood' came with more baggage than one would think. After all, his parents had fought with the famous Harry Potter against the Dark Lord. Were friends with the 'blood traitorous' Weasleys. Given it was so, there were still a number of other pureblood families that would always give them grief. That of course didn't change the fact that Tray at least had met the other families if had not grown up with seeing them on a regular basis. Especially the kids of his parent's friends. Being that they had all gone to school together just as Tray would with their children.
The relationship with his father was a strange one. It wasn't as if he hadn't liked the man, he was family after all, it was more that he felt he was always in a shadow. Oliver had been an amazing Keeper in Quidditch and fought in the war. It was only natural that Tray wouldn't feel that he was adequate enough to have the family name at some point during puberty. His father had taught him his love of Quidditch but that hardly meant they were extremely close. As most families, the parents' attention was generally toward the youngest children. Tray knew this and accepted that he would grow up just a few steps behind father no matter how much he tried. It hardly affected how he treated the two however. He loved them just the same and treated them no different.
Having Alicia Spinnet as a mother was another story entirely. He'd always felt closer to her but that was to be expected with his father's attention on his brother. He could at the very least always come to talk to her and in return he seemed to take on her love of Transfiguration. It intrigued him from a very young age and it was something he found undeniably amazing. With Alicia having a natural talent for it it only seemed fair that he would as well. That little fact hid itself until he'd actually been enrolled within Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Still, his mother had always been someone he had turned to and relied on for strength when he couldn't find it within himself.
When Tray was younger, he hadn't particularly liked having siblings. It meant less time with his mother and father and more time alone or chasing after his brother and sister. This of course changed as he grew and matured. He was very supportive when it came to his siblings and was rather protective of them. He absolutely despised when one of them was picked on and had no qualms about voicing it and making it known to the entire school if need be. Just as any family, he had his fights with them but it was rare and he was generally the one trying to break up the fighting to begin with. He really couldn't stand some of the superiority his brother tried to shove down others throats on occasion which he chalked up to being a spoiled rotten brat. After all, it was a close call between bravery and pigheaded arrogance within Gryffindor.
Being the Wood boy that he was he had grown up adoring the sport of Quidditch. Watching it, playing it, or talking about it. It didn't matter as long as it had to do with the game. Personally he had grown to love it as much as his father had. Begging Oliver to teach him when he was younger until he did. However, unlike his mother he didn't prefer the position of Chaser. It didn't suit him. He grown to enjoy being the unmovable force of the game and play Keeper like his father had in his school days. The ambition to win had carried over to him from Oliver when it came to the game. The same maniacal outlook that his father had when it came to training for a game and winning was hi in the very same. Although Tray seemed a bit more caring when it came to who he was playing with and their needs.
The acceptance letter to Hogwarts had hardly been a surprise but his parents had demanded celebration all the same. One would have almost thought they were in a hurry to get him out of the house. He knew better of course. Taking the entire family through Diagon Alley to get his supplies couldn't have gone better than it did. Running into his parent's countless acquaintances and co-workers. By the time it was time to get on the train he was almost scared to go. There were going to be so many new people and not all of them would be nice. Not to mention he was scared to find out what house he might end up. After all, both his parents were Gryffindors as well as the majority of their friends. He couldn't imagine the reaction if the Sorting Hat threw him in with Slytherin. It was a horror he'd rather not live through for seven years.
The fear of course was exaggerated and he continued on with his schooling. He was hardly the brightest of the years he was at least known for his loyalty to his friends and his caring nature. It was hard to not find a friend in Tray and he found it was acceptable to him. He might have not been the genius of the family but he was at least able to make friends. The only thing he'd have to worry about is where that could take him in life. Something his parents cautioned him about every holiday. Though he'd have loved to be able to play for a professional Quidditch team he also wanted to be realistic and think of what else he might could do. In the end however he followed his father's footsteps to the very end and chased his dream of Puddlemere United as well as joining the Order to fight against the darkness of the wizarding world.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Ninja.
age: Twenty-one.
contact: Skype- NinjaRainbowD, Yahoo- LiterateNinja, Email- kyii@live.com
how you found us: Forum hopping.
other characters: Dominic Archibald Black, Twenty-six, Death Eater/Hit Wizard.
experience: Nine years.
role play sample: See Dominic.
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