Post by bannon on Jul 1, 2009 4:19:37 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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PERRY ORION BANNON.[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
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the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: “During my years as a student at Hogwarts, I was given the nickname Peraldo by a few of my fellow Ravenclaws; they thought my name too simple and not fun enough for their tastes. My family called me Per around the house while I was growing up.”
AGE: “I turned twenty-four May sixth.”
YEAR: “I graduated eight years ago.”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: “I am straight.”
D.O.B.: “I was born on May 6, 1998.”
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: “I was a proud Ravenclaw, whereas both my parents (and most of my family) were Gryffindors.”
ALLEGIANCE: “I am neutral on this whole matter of good, evil, and elimination. There’s really no point in choosing a side when there are losses on all three.”
PROFESSION: “I always aspired to stay on at Hogwarts after my graduation, but my O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts made me choose a different path. I became a Ministry worker in the Obliviator Headquarters, and I doubt I could find a more fulfilling occupation.”
WAND TYPE: “My wand is a sleek piece of art, in my opinion. It is twelve inches even and made of Rosewood. The core is a Hippogriff Talon, and I was told by Olivander that it was excellent for Charms work.”
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
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could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: “My eyes, like my hair, are dark brown.”
HEIGHT: “I am a little on the short side, only standing at five foot nine.”
WEIGHT: “I weigh in at one hundred fifty-five. I’m a little under the target weight for someone my height, but oh well.”
BODY TYPE: “I am built like a muggle athlete. I play the muggle sports of football and basketball on weekends, as I was never very adept at flying or Quidditch.”
VOICE: “I sound like your typical Londoner, born and bred. I’ve been told my voice is smooth and soft, but I’ve been known to get loud when trying to make a point.”
PERSONAL STYLE: “At work I dress as any professional should, but outside of work I am all for comfort. A pair of jeans, trainers, and a light shirt, and I am a happy person.”
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: “As I said, I’m a tad on the short side by male standards; if I was a female model, however, I’d be just the right height, would I. I am thin, but not sickly so. I play sports, so I keep in shape. So what if I’m a little under my target. My arms and legs are both toned from working out and not becoming a hermit like I could have done after graduation; that would have been a shame to my house.
My face is slightly angular, but not in a harsh manner; it’s just that my chin isn’t as rounded or squared-off as the next guy. My eyes aren’t terribly close together, but one wouldn’t say they’re obnoxiously spaced apart either. They suit my face. As for my nose, it is straight and slightly narrow, and has been left unblemished by childhood freckles or acne.”
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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+ books
+ charms
+ basketball
+ football (soccer)
+ music -- instrumental, mostly
+ tea
+ art -- photography and painting
+ sugar quills
+ pumpkin pie
+ chocolate frogs
+ red wine
+ organization
+ his family -- close and extended
+ reading -- newspaper, magazines, books, etc.
+ his job
+ hot chocolate
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- the disputes because of blood purity
- divorce
- history of magic
- the hogs head
- blood bias
- bills
- acid pops
- cats (“I’m horribly allergic.”)
- stains and dirty clothes
- flying
- allergies
- loud noises
- heavy metal music (“i just don’t understand it.”)
GOALS:
“I want to be head of the Obliviator office.”
BOGGART:
“My greatest fear is that my sister will somehow be dragged into this war and I won’t be able to protect her. She is the dearest thing to me and I would give my life to save her.”
PATRONUS:
“My best memory would have to be watching my sister, Lynnette, get sorted into Gryffindor. Though I was in Ravenclaw, I was proud of my sister and grateful that she did not get placed in Slytherin.” (patronus animal: coyote)
DEMENTOR:
“My worst memory happened before my sister was even born. Something happened during my mother’s pregnancy with her and when she (my mother) went into labor, they doctors were certain that at least one of them would not make it through the birth of my sister. Thankfully, both came through okay.”
AMORENTIA:
? rain
? freshly cut grass
? freshly baked bread
? lavendar
BASIC PERSONALITY: Accepting, Artistic, Clever, Devoted, Hard-working, Intelligent, Kind, Neat, Organized, Tactful
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Cassandra Bannon (née Towler)
BROTHER(S): --
SISTER(S): Lynnette Andromeda Bannon (seventeen, Gryffindor (dark-haired play-by needed))
OTHER: “We’re close to my mother’s parents (Archer and Genevieve Towler). My father’s parents passed away some time ago.”
BLOOD STATUS: “I am a pureblood, but I don’t place much stock in that.”
HOMETOWN: “London, England.”
CURRENT RESIDENCE: “London, England.”
BIOGRAPHY:
His birth wasn’t the stuff of legends, nor was it some big to-do in the family. When Perry was born, it just seemed like something commonplace and something to do to fulfill the obligation of being married. Don’t get me wrong, his parents were both ecstatic, but it didn’t mark some grand happening or the second coming or what have you. It was a quiet affair that happened at home with only parents and grandparents around. And of course a midwife witch, but her presence was more necessity than choice. The Bannons had refused to be alone despite both their parents protests about doing things the old-fashioned way. The new century was two years away, and they were not the type to heed to traditions long since thought obsolete by many.
Perry grew up in a wave tradition warring with modern advancements, his parents bickering with their own while he grew into a toddler and then into an adolescent and so on and so forth. He was given the best of both worlds. Perry was taught the ways of traditional witchcraft and wizardry--or rather as much as law would allow--and his parents showed him all the wonders the muggle world had to offer. Not a pair to differentiate between pureblood and half-blood, Perry’s parents did not teach him to discriminate or hate those who were not as gifted as himself.
When he was seven, the Bannons welcomed another child into the world, this time with one couple less. The year leading up to Lynnette’s birth left both Grant and Lynnette Bannon ill and not looking too well. Two months before the joyous day, both passed away within days of each other; they followed the one they loved, said a tearful Cassandra. Sadly, in those two months, it seemed as though someone was bound to follow after the beloved grandparents. It became apparent that there was a complication with Cassandra’s second birth on her supposed to be second to last trip to the doctors before the birth, but Perry, who was only seven, never learned what that was. All he understood was that he could lose either his mother, who he loved more than life itself, or a sister he had never met. Thankfully, both pulled through, and Lynnette was named after the grandmother she never met.
In the years leading up to his acceptance to Hogwarts, Perry displayed a knack for magic, which his parents were both very proud of, as well as a protective nature toward his sister who was seven years his junior. He did everything with her, helping her learn to walk and talk and offering to help potty-train her, but soon found that embarrassing. They played in the living room of their brownstone and interacted with the neighborhood children--both magical and muggle--and grew up relatively unscathed by the talk of another war that always seemed to crop up in times of difficulty. The Bannons did their best to protect their children.
Once he received his letter, things went by in a blur. Perry was sorted into Ravenclaw, much to the silent dismay of his Gryffindor parents, and moved through most of his classes with ease. He was not fond of Divination or Potions, but he excelled at Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts; even in classes he was not fond of, however, he managed to scrape together O.W.Ls in all of his classes in his fifth year, only receiving an Acceptable in Divination. When his sister was sorted into Gryffindor in his seventh year, Perry became the protective older brother once again but it was short-lived as his sister seemed to do quite fine on her own. Another Bannon gifted in Charms, as well as Transfiguration, she didn’t need her older brother looking out for her.
After graduation, Perry pursued a job at the Ministry in the Obliviator office and after a bout of training, received the job. Now, living in a lonely brownstone of his own, Perry commutes to work via Floo Network and visits his aging parents like a good son, keeping his nose out of the disagreements between supporters of this, that, and the other. As far as he is concerned, as long as none of his family becomes entangled in the nonsense, neither will he.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
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you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 4-5 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: CAUTION!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Geoffrey Kelan Stebbins
RP SAMPLE:
Though he had offered an alternative to arguing at the meeting, after it had concluded Geoffrey had left rather quickly. It was hot, it was muggy, and he just didn’t play well with such weather. Especially in a sweater. So he had retreated to his flat above Greek Street in SoHo, where the air blasted and cooled him down as soon as he apparated to his living room. His muggle neighbors wondered how he was able to keep his home so cool when they could barely catch a breeze when they didn’t have an air conditioning unit. Geoffrey simple sniffed in their general direction and locked himself in his flat to get away from the things that surrounded him on a daily basis. They had better hope that one day he didn’t just lose it and take out his frustrations on them; there would be no memories to modify.
Geoffrey had peeled his now dirty--it was strange how hours down in the Ministry kept him from feeling filthy, but a little time in a graveyard and he felt disgusting--sweater away from him and routinely placed it in the basket in his bathroom. Cleanliness was next to godliness. It would bother some, to see that everything had a place and a purpose, but it made it easier to notice when something was amiss if things were always put in their proper places. Geoffrey was meticulous with how he kept his flat. It annoyed his brother when he chanced a visit; still close with their mother, Ryan didn’t often make for London to avoid her asking to have Geoffrey contact her.
He sighed softly, listening to the traffic on the street below. He’d charmed the inner walls to keep nosey muggles from hearing the goings on of his own flat, but the sounds of the city were oddly soothing to Geoffrey, who had grown up in the countryside. Closing his eyes a moment, he thought he’d imagined the knocking as he stood in front of the far wall with the two floor-to-ceiling windows. But it continued and a familiar voice crept through the locks and beneath the door and Geoffrey smiled to himself. Something as trivial as a curfew surely wouldn’t matter to such a rebellious girl, after all.
He crossed his flat and undid the deadbolt on the door before opening it wide. Geoffrey smiled out at her. ”I should have guessed that your brother’s complaints wouldn’t send you running back to school,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. An older woman at the end of the hall fumbled with her keys as Samira stepped inside and Geoffrey smirked as he closed his own door. That same, nosy woman always tried to advise him against seeing such young, vulnerable things when she saw Samira every now and again, but like every muggle offering, it fell on deaf ears.
Geoffrey had peeled his now dirty--it was strange how hours down in the Ministry kept him from feeling filthy, but a little time in a graveyard and he felt disgusting--sweater away from him and routinely placed it in the basket in his bathroom. Cleanliness was next to godliness. It would bother some, to see that everything had a place and a purpose, but it made it easier to notice when something was amiss if things were always put in their proper places. Geoffrey was meticulous with how he kept his flat. It annoyed his brother when he chanced a visit; still close with their mother, Ryan didn’t often make for London to avoid her asking to have Geoffrey contact her.
He sighed softly, listening to the traffic on the street below. He’d charmed the inner walls to keep nosey muggles from hearing the goings on of his own flat, but the sounds of the city were oddly soothing to Geoffrey, who had grown up in the countryside. Closing his eyes a moment, he thought he’d imagined the knocking as he stood in front of the far wall with the two floor-to-ceiling windows. But it continued and a familiar voice crept through the locks and beneath the door and Geoffrey smiled to himself. Something as trivial as a curfew surely wouldn’t matter to such a rebellious girl, after all.
He crossed his flat and undid the deadbolt on the door before opening it wide. Geoffrey smiled out at her. ”I should have guessed that your brother’s complaints wouldn’t send you running back to school,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. An older woman at the end of the hall fumbled with her keys as Samira stepped inside and Geoffrey smirked as he closed his own door. That same, nosy woman always tried to advise him against seeing such young, vulnerable things when she saw Samira every now and again, but like every muggle offering, it fell on deaf ears.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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