Post by James Ignotus Potter on Feb 16, 2010 5:27:22 GMT -5
JAMES|IGNOTUS|POTTER
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hospitals, parole, open doors to madeness.
i want you to be crazy cause your boring baby when your straight.
i want to to be crazy cause your stupid baby when your sane!
i want you to be crazy cause your boring baby when your straight.
i want to to be crazy cause your stupid baby when your sane!
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: James Ignotus Potter
Nickname: Prongs – This nickname is only used by his three closest friends as an alias for mischief, while others will have heard it used around the school the majority won’t have realised what it means.
Potter – Not a nickname as such, just what he generally goes by. The professors tend to call students by their surnames as do students from others houses and teammates in Quidditch.
Age/Birthday: sixteen. 27th March
Gender: male
Orientation: straight
Blood Status: pureblood
Affiliation: aspiring Order member
Year/House: sixth. Gryffindor
Wand: mahogany, 11 inches, pliable, excellent for transfiguration.
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: hazel eyes, rather round and wide but they are always hidden behind his glasses. James has no particularly strong feelings about his eyes, no one has ever made a comment about them so he rarely gives them a second thought.
Hair: Black, untidy, sticks up in the back; at 15, he had a habit of deliberately messing it up even further to make it look windswept, as though he'd just gotten off his broom. However now into his 6th year and after Lily’s harsh comments he does this less, although his hair continues to look messy.
Height: approx. 6’2”
Weight: just under 10st
Distinguishing Features(if any): none
Play-by:
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Looking into the Mirror of Erised James sees himself being awarded, while his parents and closest friends look on proudly at him for finally getting the recognition he should for his achievements and his name going down in the history books.
Patronus: What could be a happier memory than the first meeting with those who you would go onto form a lifelong friendship. James’ memory would be that first meeting on the train with the others, the initial awkwardness, some slight jokes and then taking together as though you had been friends for years beforehand anyway. From this to seeing the sorting hat place all four of them into the same house and knowing from that moment that the friendship would continue uninterrupted is James’ most powerful memory.
Boggart: James’ biggest fear is that he will never succeed anything worthwhile with his life, which probably explains his disregard of other peoples authority over him. He likes to believe that he is making his own way in the world and will be constantly remembered throughout the years for his own achievements. If placed before a Boggart it would take the shape of a large marble tombstone which reads:
‘here lies James Ignotus Potter’
‘who amounted to nothing’
Dementor: "Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can — I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.". – Lily Evans.
Amortentia:freshly washed clothes at home, limes, smell of the outdoors after its been raining.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
Playing fot the quidditch team.
Late night explorations.
Lily Evans.
The Marauders.
Anything from Honeydukes.
A well timed prank.
Showing off in Transfiguration.
Dislikes:
Severus Snape (and Slytherin’s in general).
Herbology.
Been corrected in class.
Mistreatment of muggles.
Use of dark magic.
People who mock his friends/family.
Having to tidy up
Strengths:
Unquestionable loyalty.
Drive to succeed.
Ability to lead.
Weaknesses
Inability to see bad traits in friends.
Not knowing when something has gone too far.
Ignoring others authority.
Overall Personality:
LOYALTY – James believes it to be of the highest sin to ever question your loyalty to a friend. No matter what the case against them may be he would expect them to stand beside him in the worst of circumstances and knows that the only was he could return the favour would be to do in kind to them.
MARAUDER - James always looks as if he up to something, he has an impish grin as well as being tall and cutting a commanding figure at full height. He can grab anyones attention just by walking into a room, this could either be because of his mischievous nature or the fact that he’s considered a slight heartthrob in his year alongside Sirius.
ARROGANCE – James refuses under any circumstances to back down, no matter what the argument is about he’s sure that he can not be in the wrong. This trend means that more often than not the other in the argument will just leave him to his own devices.
LEADER – If the situation calls for it James can step up and take control of a situation quite easily. He finds himself comfortable in front of a crowd and is more than happy to dish out orders to others.
COMPASSION – There is no denying that James feels very passionately about the things he chooses, the most obvious example here would be his closest friends or his love of quidditch. It does however stem to other areas, such as the work of the Order which James believes rather strongly in.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Potter, Charlus, 59, retired
Potter, Dorea, 57, housewife
James has a very good relationship with his parent. He was their only born child and was doted upon by them rather frequently. They are both very kind, giving people and have allowed James’ best friend Sirius to stay which them in order to keep him away from the views of his pure-blooded family.
James has no siblings.
Pets: none
Residence: A small community in the Lake District.
History:
Born 27th March, James would be the first and only child born to Dorea and Charlus Potter, a pure-blooded family of a considerable wealth. As a child James was doted upon rather frequently by his parent who had began to believe they would be unable to have a child, which explained why they treated James with over and above the usual affection.
Growing up James had a fairly normal childhood, spending his days running havoc around the area in which he lived with the local children. He showed his first signs of magical ability at age five when his mother was attempting to trim his hair, he shouted ‘NO’ as she attempted to force him into a chair and set the kitchen table on fire. James remembered his father was so impressed with this first show of skill that he purchased James his first broom as a congratulatory present and James spent the next two weeks trying to repeat the incident.
Growing up as an only child James never experienced the usual arguments that comes with having a sibling, so at age eleven when he first set off for Hogwarts he found it an odd situation that he’d have to share a room with three others. The first few months ended in a fair few fights over people touching his things. Though as the months passed the three became firm friends and James became use to the concept of having to borrow/lend from others.
Though constantly mischievous James was a very bright student and in second year became chaser for the house quidditch team. It was in their 2nd year that the friends began to notice something was amiss with Remus and discovered his monthly affliction, which set the friends on their path of becoming unregistered animagus’ by their 5th year.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Sally
Age: twenty-one
Roleplay Experience: approx. nine years of homework avoiding RPs
How you heard about us: from HOGWARTS; a marauder era.
Code Phrase: -admin edit-
Roleplay Sample:
James had studied the piece of parchment now lodged between a few galleons in his back pocket numerous times throughout the day. His O.W.L results had arrived that morning along with his school list, not that he’d had a chance to read them at first, his mother had hovered awkwardly over his shoulder until finally; James had given in and passed the marks to her. He’d spend the next fifteen minutes pacing around the back garden waiting for them as his mother had proclaimed to her friend over the fence that James must be nothing sort of a genius since transfiguration, in her opinion, was clearly the most difficult subject in the school. Eventually James had been able to retrieve the parchment from her hand and retire to his room to look over the marks himself. He had been rather satisfied with them, of course there had been one or two ‘acceptable’ marks but that was to be expected, in potions especially, which had never been one of his stronger subjects (he had remarked in the past that potions was essentially cooking and he had no desire to learn how to cook).
His main concern now was Bridget, with her spending the night over at Lily’s house and no booklist having arrived this morning, he could only assume that her results had been send directly to her and as of yet the family had heard nothing from her which meant either she’d failed and was hiding out until she’d stopped crying or she’d done well and was to busy celebrating to contact them. At least now the wait was over, not that he was about to admit to anyone that he’d had trouble sleeping through the worry of his result, but there was definitely a slight dark shadow under his eyes from lack of sleep recently.
It took him a moment to realise just how lost in thought he’d become and that he’d been standing in the same spot for a few minutes now looking at the display in the shop window but not taking any of it in. Now however he realised that the painting of a rather well endowed blonde witch in the window was winking at him and he must look rather perverted standing there just gawping through the window pane at her. Quickly he shuffled away from the window and pulled the parchment from his pocket, scanning it over again with a rather embarrassed look on his face and a pink tint to his cheeks.
James re-read the paper out to himself yet again as he began to wander down the street, he had only gone a few paces, however, when something rather sharp collided with his nose. He stumbled slightly, temporarily blinded by the impact before regaining himself and looking around, eyes watering to find Alice Prewett sprawled on the floor amidst a sea of books. He first thought was how typical it was to find Alice in such a way, whenever he seemed to run into her outside of the common room she had usually had a mishap of some form or other. The second was that this didn’t exactly look like the Alice Prewett he remembered, the most noticeable this of course was the change in hair but there was something else different about her that James couldn’t quite figure out.
With a smile he extended a hand out to her as an offer to pull her up from the floor whilst asking ”Any injuries?”, he placed his left foot onto the parchment, which had dropped from his hand on impact, in order to prevent it from blowing away.
His main concern now was Bridget, with her spending the night over at Lily’s house and no booklist having arrived this morning, he could only assume that her results had been send directly to her and as of yet the family had heard nothing from her which meant either she’d failed and was hiding out until she’d stopped crying or she’d done well and was to busy celebrating to contact them. At least now the wait was over, not that he was about to admit to anyone that he’d had trouble sleeping through the worry of his result, but there was definitely a slight dark shadow under his eyes from lack of sleep recently.
It took him a moment to realise just how lost in thought he’d become and that he’d been standing in the same spot for a few minutes now looking at the display in the shop window but not taking any of it in. Now however he realised that the painting of a rather well endowed blonde witch in the window was winking at him and he must look rather perverted standing there just gawping through the window pane at her. Quickly he shuffled away from the window and pulled the parchment from his pocket, scanning it over again with a rather embarrassed look on his face and a pink tint to his cheeks.
James re-read the paper out to himself yet again as he began to wander down the street, he had only gone a few paces, however, when something rather sharp collided with his nose. He stumbled slightly, temporarily blinded by the impact before regaining himself and looking around, eyes watering to find Alice Prewett sprawled on the floor amidst a sea of books. He first thought was how typical it was to find Alice in such a way, whenever he seemed to run into her outside of the common room she had usually had a mishap of some form or other. The second was that this didn’t exactly look like the Alice Prewett he remembered, the most noticeable this of course was the change in hair but there was something else different about her that James couldn’t quite figure out.
With a smile he extended a hand out to her as an offer to pull her up from the floor whilst asking ”Any injuries?”, he placed his left foot onto the parchment, which had dropped from his hand on impact, in order to prevent it from blowing away.
