Post by HADEN JORDAN WHITTLORE on Jun 22, 2009 14:12:42 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CHARACTER NAME HERE[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: “Hades”
AGE: 17
YEAR: Seventh
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: February 19th, 2005
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Ravenclaw
ALLEGIANCE: Order
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: 14 ¾ inches, mahogany wood, phoenix feather core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5’9’’
WEIGHT: 157 lbs
BODY TYPE: Slim but fit.
VOICE: British accent, deep tone but not very deep
PERSONAL STYLE:
His persona puts him as the kind of guy to reach for a T-shirt, a pair of jeans then to push his feet into a pair of sneakers and that’s exactly him. First of all, he’s into solid or plain T-shirts. Those with the flashy graphics don’t really catch his eye but from time to time he’d get one just for the image or maybe due to some peer pressure and stuff, but yeah, plain shirts that hug his body nicely is the direction he prefers to go. Jeans are a different story. The more awesome, flashy and, in some ways, expensive they are, the more likely it is that he’d do a double take and rip then off the store rack to try them on. He just loves those jeans that look like they just got pulled out of the dryer or picked right off the clothes line. The wrinkles, the fades, they all appeal to him and with the shirts he wears doubled with the occasional jacket, the outfit works perfectly for him and that’s what it’s about. Dressing to suit him and him alone. Sneakers are a simple dilemma; all they have to do is match back with the jeans and/or shirt. Though he’s mostly into short sleeved solid T-shirts, that don’t mean he’s limited to them. If he’s in the mood or if the weather so permits, he’ll wear a long sleeved button-up, a sweater and whatever else he could get his hands on. He comes off as an odd one in his family for leaning more to muggle clothing as opposed to the normal wizarding dress but he finds robes can be too uncomfortable and even more so when he’s all fussed and miserable but when the time calls for it he would take on robes whether it be to some function or party his parents are dragging him along to or school at Hogwarts.
When alone or when with people he’s totally comfortable with, he’d wear a pair of boxers and he’d exercise the option of wearing a vest or going bare-chested, not like there was anything wrong with that. But in the presence of company he’d rarely have, he’d slip into an old shirt or something along those lines; he’d pull a pair of jeans or any set of shorts up over his boxers and that’d be it, seeing as he isn’t one to wear shoes in his place, a thing he picked up from his folks. When he goes out to a formal setting like when he was young with his parents or on a date, he’d go all out and dress himself in something snazzy. Maybe a dark grey silk shirt, long black trousers that seemed to shimmer, a jacket all buttoned up with went back with the pants and some square-tipped black goes…not to mention the tie to match the shirt as he wasn’t one for bows. But if he is forced, he’d slip into some dress robes.
Jewellery is an option he doesn’t exercise much. Other than wearing some shiny, silver watch that does so much more than tell time, he goes bare. Though on occasion, he’d wear a chain or something like that. Never would he ever get his ears pierced but a tattoo is in the near future for him because he wants to get one of his name in come fancy-written language on his upper arm…and maybe something else…maybe a tattoo of a whole right over his heart, that seems cool, or anything that comes to mind before then.
Haden is a dresser of variety. He could be laid back, he could be ready for an outing, and he could dress to impress. Either way, he was guaranteed to make sure jaws dropped or eyebrows raised or anything that signified an impression being made. It’s not like he’s intentionally doing it, it’s just that part of him that wants to keep up with appearances and such, basically something every guy should do.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: 1 GOOD paragraph.
Haden is a guy with a very nice height that compliments his body well. Standing at 5’9’’ and with a body which is fairly hairless excluding his legs, arms and other private area but all in all, his body is very well taken over; he is an ideally attractive male. His arms are long, but muscular and firm with biceps that could crack a walnut, so to speak. His core is to die for, his abs need a bit more work but they are well defined and his chest is firm and protruding, fitting for someone with such confidence in him and his ability. His legs are not exactly on his top-priority list when working out but he’s given them the necessary attention, developing himself some firm thighs, thick calves and some thick ankles, not to mention his improved his endowment some inch or two. With a body as pleasing or satisfying as his, it allows him to wear practically anything and pull off some interesting to amazing looks.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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Magic
His owl
Learning new spells
Going out
Being creative
Hanging out
Transfiguration and Charms classes
Muggle literature
Magical history
Family get-togethers
A good drink
Fying (with his broom of course)
Having a good laugh
Having some form of communication
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
His lack of speech
Being teased because of his mute condition
Boredom
Butterbeer
Helplessness
Loneliness
Being told how to dress
Lack of muse
Being treated like a defenceless child
GOALS:
To become a masterful wizard
To have a bigger family of his own
To do what he can for the Good side
To find some adventure wherever he goes
To ace all his exams and get a good job
BOGGART: (GREATEST FEAR)
Snakes
PATRONUS: (BEST MEMORY)
His Patronus takes the form of an osprey and it manifests when he thinks about the day he was finally able to speak which was actually the first time he had spoken since he was born.
DEMENTOR: (WORST MEMORY)
His worst memory to date was one time when his grandmother took him to London a day during the summer when he was still a young boy and still mute. His grandmother released his hand, he got curious and before he knew it, he was a lost 5 year old boy with no way of letting people know that he was lost and scared and alone.
AMORENTIA: FAVOURITE SMELLS (MAX. 4)
BASIC PERSONALITY: (10 WORDS, MAXIMUM, THAT DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER. 10.)
Ever since he was a child his parents knew that they had another clever child brought into their fold. His first bout of magic started as early as four and continued but become more and more controlled as he aged. Knowing that makes him swell inside a bit but his ego doesn’t explode into a blimp or anything like that. He’s a good guy, a cool individual to hang around and get to know. You could be a complete stranger, just sit beside him one day and he’ll strike up a conversation and just like that you got a brand new friend to chill with and by extension you’ll know his friends because he’s got a thing where he wants all his friends to know each other and get along with each other and to look out for each other. That’s the way his family worked so that’s the way he wanted his friends from the best-of to recent acquaintances to be.
Nothing gets him down easily. He tries to have a positive eye on everything, puts a positive spin on everything possible and he makes sure that if he's in a mood, he won't let it pass around like some infection. He loves to laugh, he likes being in a good mood and he plans on keeping it that way. One thing he's passionate about is spell work and other branches of magic. He dreams of unravelling the mysteries of ancient or old magic, he dreams of creating fantastic spells and potions to out-rival others. It isn't so he can gain popularity and such, it's just a passion that lingers close to obsession but he's got his head on right so there's no need to worry about him. It's just a hobby for him, like playing Quidditch or whatever.
He is a very charming individual. He's very articulate being very gifted with words and he can use them to get himself out of situations or he can use them just to see some cute girl smile but it comes in hand with arguments because he can show off his intellect which he's been honing for all his life and he does it all with an air of sophisticated fairness...more or less. He enjoys a good challenge and he's confident enough to feel capable of being successful but not so over-confident as to make any possible failure so much heavier that it appears. He's humble, he tries to be honest as much as possible, he's got a kind soul, he's a sweet guy with skilled words and he's friendly. Probably one of the friendliest you'll ever meet with an insatiable sense of curiosity, fun, adventure and creativity.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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Jordan Bishop- Father (Wizard)
MOTHER:
Emelia Bishop- Mother (Witch)
BROTHER(S):
SISTER(S):
OTHER:
Jordan Bishop- Father (Wizard)
Emelia Bishop- Mother (Witch)
Mother's side: (all Muggles)
Grandmother Chloe Howggard
Grandfather Ivan Howggard
Aunt Jullie Birche
Uncle Viktor Birche
Cousin Melanie Birche
Cousin Daniel Birche
Cousin Laurie Birche
Uncle Ian Howggard
Aunt Cindie Howggard
Cousin Cherish Howggard
Father's side:
Grandmother Eloise Whittlore (Witch)
Grandfather Joseph Whittlore III (Wizard)
Aunt Yvonne Whittlore (Witch)
Aunt Grace Narland (Witch)
Uncle Frederick Narland (Wizard)
Cousin Patrick Narland (Wizard)
Cousin Tricia Narland (Witch)
Uncle Terrence Whittlore (Wizard)
Aunt Rhea Whittlore (Witch)
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
HOMETOWN: Toddling’s Village, Surrey
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Toddling’s Village, Surrey
BIOGRAPHY:
Fresh out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Whittlore sought work at the Ministry and being a gifted witch with a clever mind, a trait possessed by most Ravenclaws, it wasn’t hard for him to get the exact job he wanted: a seat as a representative of Britain in the International Confederation of Wizards. A job that saw him travelling quite a bit and the work load for such a fresh school-leaver was just tremendously overwhelming so he stepped down from his seat after five years and took up a new position in the International Magical Office of Law and he also acted as the liaison between his new department and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, basically, he worked for the Parliament and the Judiciary after having been part of the Senate for that period. One late evening he stumbled into a Ms. Emelia Howggard on his way out of London. The files he was carrying were knocked from his grasp and he didn’t even notice till she so kindly pointed out what had happened, even going further as to help him pick them up. They shared the same train together, coincidentally, and their destinations were soon forgotten when they decided to have something to eat...together. That fortunate encounter turned into scheduled dinners, soon they were living together, married and enjoying life as a happily married couple in Jordan’s family home in White Cobbler Village, Surrey.
The location of the village was perfect. It was completely shielded from muggles and it was occupied solely by magical folk, hence why it would be the perfect place for them to raise a family as generations before have done on Whittlore’s side. Thirteen months after they had decided to start a family, they welcomed their first born child. It happened all on October 26th, 2008. They didn’t want to go to a hospital or to St. Mungos for that matter, so they did it right there in the living room where space was made clear for the birth described by Jordan as “truly magical”. Some hours later, after some rigours labour, Emelia gave birth to her son whom they named Haden Jordan Whittlore. As beautiful a moment as it was, something changed the atmosphere from joy to shock as smiles turned into gasps. Baby Haden Whittlore was crying…or maybe he was trying to. No one was sure because he looked as if he was crying but not a sound could be heard. Panic-stricken, the wizard and witch couple rushed their child to St. Mungos…nothing, so they took the chance and went to a muggle hospital and they got some news. It was good because their son would live; he was fine and healthy and handsome, but unfortunately, his vocal box was insufficiently developed and there was the chance that he would remain mute.
Growing up he was smothered, literally. He slept in his parent’s room till he was five years old…not in his own crib but in their bed, that’s how bad it was. His mother left her well-paying job just so she could keep a constant eye on her “disadvantaged” child. His grandparents were always in the room and he hated it. No privacy, no sense of having grown up and it changed only so little as he grew up. Even when he came into his powers to show that he was a wizard and would eventually be able to take care of himself, they still babied him and pitied him and the younger members of his family, like his Cousin Daniel, taunted him and that led to Daniel nursing a black and blue eye, swollen jaw and busted lip. That should have showed everyone that he was capable, but all that it did was show everyone that he should be watched more closely, any closer form then on and you might as well have put a leash around his neck.
Then one day, a miracle of sorts happened. He was stirring in bed when he had the most horrific of nightmares and he woke up screaming, screaming as if he was in pain because his voice wove in and out before it stabilized, and he realized. His parents ran to the room with both sets of grandparents limping their way to his room and they all stood around his bed, looking as shocked as he was and the silence was soon broken when his mother broke down and wrapped her arms around her cured child and once again, the touching moment was disturbed when an owl flew into his bedroom window and landed on his desk. His grandfather, Joseph, did the honours and untied the envelope then turned and beamed at the rest, shouting that it was a letter from Hogwarts. Perfect timing, wasn't it. After the family briefly celebrated his cured condition, where his mum sobbed uncontrollably for hours, he and his parents took a trip to Diagon Alley to purchase his necessities. His own books, his own ingredients, cauldron, an Owl he named Tether and the biggest prize of them all, his own wand. A beautiful wand too. Mahogany wood, a nice 14 3/4 inches in length with a Phoneix feather core with some interesting specialties. Weeks later, he was moving at a run with a trolley filled with all he had bought just for school and skidded to a halt on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, gazing at the magnificent Hogwarts Express, the mode of transport which shuttled him off to the majestic castle where he was sorted into the house that would be his home away from home.
His years at Hogwarts have been eventful. From working on trying to make new spells, improve on current potions and make his own as well…to the trouble at current where purebloods were being shot into the dog house. He had to admit that he, himself, has been worried because he feared that something undesireable would form and escalate and it would result in him losing some of his pureblood friends to this madness. Right now as it stands, he had aligned himself with the Order because he personally feels that this has all gotten out of hand and he personally wanted to make sure that nothing stupid hands that would damage the face of the magical community..
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 2 + years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Advertisement on a site
OTHER CHARACTERS: --
RP SAMPLE:
He smirked at her when she joked about jinxing him. As it seemed, the rumours weren’t at all true. She didn’t seem that uptight and stiff-lipped, quite the contrary, she seemed more than pleasant…and cute from this distance, when he wasn’t trying to avoid her and the wrath of her tongue in case he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing, or not doing something he should be doing. He was just thankful not to be on the receiving end, sometimes, rumours turned out to be true. But she wouldn’t hurt him, she didn’t seem the type…actually, given that she was lingering here with him, it showed that she was a bit- Wow. If it wasn’t lame to say, he had to admit she had an attractive smile. It made her whole face light up, her eyes shone like ten times brighter and she seemed, well, she seemed normal. Like someone he wouldn’t mind having conversations with just for the sake of it. “Yeah, you’re probably right….nothing that exciting has happened to force me to write home to my family…come to think of it, nothing that significant ever happens.” He said, half lying at that. When he made a breakthrough with the stuff he works on, he gets ecstatic, no joke.
After he spoke, there was some silence. He looked up and realized that her attention had been called away and he was curious as to whom or what could do such a thing, hence why he followed her gaze out the window and gathered that she was just as taken by the sudden shift in the time of day. It was like, where did the time go all of a sudden? His excuse was that he was busy writing pointless letters, so what was her excuse and he would have seriously found it difficult to understand that she had been doing her rounds all this time. Surely she had someone to hang with despite what others said. He glanced back at her and studied her face as she continued to gaze out; watching as her gaze fell as her head drifted downwards…she was lost in space, more specifically, her collection of thoughts. Right now, he would have paid a knut to find out what she was mulling over with such intensity and why she looked so innocent when her head was up in the clouds, still, she hadn’t answered the questions he had posed to her and look a good gentleman, he was willing to wait patiently, especially when it came to knowing about someone else. It was a privilege for someone to open up about themselves to an undeserving individual, and the most that individual could was to be patient and attentive and respectful.
Finally his waiting had paid off and she had finally started to speak. He could understand her desire to get the work done, but how much work could there be? And when that was over, what then? Stupid wasn’t the word, it was just different, something she could understand but lacked comprehensibility on his part but it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying, sincerely he was. He just didn’t get why people delved themselves completely into their work and overlooked most other things in life. Then she hit the nail on the head…about the not being too accepted part. She felt like an outsider so she was just doing her job by playing the part. No reason to create more tension than to go along with what everyone else saw you as, right? Well, almost everyone. He looked at her silently for a bit, feeling better now that he was able to grasp most of it. “Well you know what Ariana…I accept you.” Haden said with a half grin, hold his hand out to the chair on the opposite side of the desk, offering her a seat. “How about you have a sit down with me…talk a bit, if that’s ok…and I promise that…that I’ll do the rest of your rounds with you?” It was a risky proposition, but what was there for her to refuse. This was him lending his hand to her, hoping she would take it and just to lighten the mood, he shook his dark brown hair till it turned blond. “Think blond is my kind of look?” He asked, holding his head up so she could see his lengthened nose and his brilliant green eyes.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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