Post by bwood on Jan 14, 2012 18:55:58 GMT
alfie brynna wood
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: alfie brynna wood.
nicknames: al, fee. usually just called alfie.
birthday: march eighteenth.
age: sixteen.
house: gryffindor.
blood status: pureblood.
face claim: jessica sula.
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: quidditch, charms, divination, winning, being the "superhero", gold & red & black, polka dots, animal print, muggle stuff, bright colors, wrock.
dislikes: the remaining people that think there's a difference between muggle-borns and purebloods, losing, bullies, old-fashioned wizarding style, not accomplishing goals, slytherin quidditch team, pity, not earning something herself, being alone, history of magic, acromantulas.
strengths: caring, social, brave, chivalrous, ambitious, athletic, leader, humble.
weaknesses: crappy liar, sensitive, protective over family and friends, puts family and friends first always, stubborn, impulsive, talkative (when it comes to quidditch and the occasional duel), self-blames a lot.
veritaserum: went flying before she was eleven, when she gets out of school she wants to go live with muggles for a year or so.
dementor: not accomplishing anything, being a failure.
patronus: the time she rode on a broom with her father.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual, single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: oliver tarquin wood, forty-three, assistant coach of puddlemere united (retired keeper).
mother: alicia elinor wood (née spinnet), forty-one, nurse at st. mungos (after she injured herself in a quidditch match).
siblings:
- ----- ---- wood, seventeen, gryffindor.
- ----- ---- wood, sixteen, ravenclaw.
others: angelica weasley & katie finnegan (practically aunts) and all their children (practically cousins).
overall history: alfie was born into a family of gryffindors. it's not surprise that when she was put under the sorting hat she was a gryffindor too. already, before even attending hogwarts, alfie had named herself a gryffindor. she was loyal to the house by all means necessary. of course, this was her father's doing. he was always filling her head about how great gryffindor was, and how he was a gryffindor, and how her mum was also a gryffindor. there was nothing she wanted more than to be with her father.
alfie, as a kid, wasn't as close to her mother as she was to her father. her brothers were closer to alicia. alfie attended every puddlemere united quidditch match that she could, and she screamed and cheered until she was hoarse. and even after that she'd be waving her banner high from her seat. when they lost, you can bet alfie gave her father a big talking to on the way home.
in hogwarts, she's one of the good students. she's not a dumb jock, for sure. she's a chaser for gryffindor (obviously, they're the best) just like her mother was ages ago. she'd like to be a captain like her dad, she'd be really good at it, but that opportunity hasn't arisen yet. she's a social butterfly and has friends in all houses and many years. though with quidditch, friends are a whole other story.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: bloo.
gender: female.
age: ^^
contact: msn or pm.
how you found us: received an email, actually.
other characters: n/a.
experience: four years or so.
role play sample:Oh no. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.
That thought processed through Dorian’s mind several more times (seven more times to be exact), each having more nos and getting faster until it was just a blur of a couple words that even he wasn’t sure what he was saying. He just knew that it meant it was worse. It was getting worse. It was going to get worse. He was going to die. And it was only his second trip to Diagon Alley, his first trip with his mother. He hadn’t even gotten to go to proper school yet and learn all the wizardy things that he was supposed to. How was he supposed to go out and rid the world of people that didn’t know they were wizards and feed them the knowledge? How was he supposed to feed the hungry and take away thirst from the thirsty? How was he supposed to save the world if he was dead?
The little boy’s eyes widened beneath his square glasses. Tears hadn’t yet formed in his eyes because maybe he wasn’t so doomed. The red-faced dragon had stopped all movement towards him, maybe he was safe. Dorian balled up his fists, to keep from exploding or running away again. The worst that could happen to him was that this kid would kill him. But then Dorian would just come back down as some sort of angel and be able to haunt him still, and help the hungry and thirsty in his spare time. Or the dragon could continue breathing fire on him until he was nothing but a burnt piece of Dorian Toast and then eat him.
If odds came to that scenario, Dorian would survive but he certainly wouldn’t be coming out of the exit in the dragon’s butt. That was too gross. But the Dragon would find that even though the tiny piece of Dorian Toast was burnt to the crisp, it was extra sweet (too sweet) and would spit him out. And then Dorian would just be a blackened piece of bread left in a dark alleyway. A starving witch or wizard would come find him and then eat him. Then he’d save at least one person (although if that little witchard [mix between witch and wizard] had a family, maybe (s)he’d share and then he’d save more than one person). YAY *claps*
But then he’d still be dead, and there were loads more people to save besides one witchard and their family. >.<
So immersed in his own thoughts, Dorian hadn’t noticed the dragon come up to him like a creeper and basically make him his slave. Dorian let out a scream as he was being pulled away. “I’m being kidnapped!” He yelled, though he knew it’d fall on deaf ears. No one in this alley would help because they all looked like bad people too. “By a kid! And he’s scary! My name is Dorian Chae, and this boy is a beast, a crazy beast; he’s so scary please help me!” The boy yelled as quickly as he could.
The Asian boy looked at his attacker. “He’s got a red face and there’s smoke coming out of his nostrils! His hands are scaly and I think he breathes fi-“ re. His words started being absorbed by the dragon’s own. Dorian hiccupped as he was yanked on like a ragdoll. Up until this point, he hadn’t been putting up a fight at all. The other boy was so much bigger and had his wrist in some sort of iron casing. The ring in his hand started to dig into his palm.
“I’m crazy?” He asked, unable to mask the sense of incredulity. “You’re the crazy one,” he continued, his palms sweating. There were a million other things the Chae boy wanted to say, but he couldn’t say them. If he did, he’d never stop talking. And if he never stopped talking, he’d miss his chance to get away from this lunatic, get away from life of imprisonment, and life as some sort of cabana boy or something. Just as the dragon reached to dust off his robes like some priss, Dorian saw his chance.
He yanked on that arm like some type of fierce monkey, and when he broke free he turned around so fast and started running. He screamed and ran as far as he could. He looked back to make sure that the boy wasn’t going to suddenly reach out and grab him again. And he wasn’t coming after him, he was just standing there with some stupid expression on his face and his arm outstretched all awkwardly.
Maybe this was all some sort of game to him, and hadn’t meant anything. What a dumb game, a stupid joke to play on someone. Dorian’s bottom lip poked out a bit in a pout, as he turned around to face the direction in which he was going. The direction was up, evidently. Because once Dorian’s face came into contact with that brick wall in front of him, he fell backwards onto his back. The sky was all he could see and the cold ground was all he could feel before his eyes closed and the world turned black.
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