Post by hunter on Jan 15, 2012 22:38:50 GMT
hunter ethan reed
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: hunter ethan reed
nicknames: hunt, hunty, reed
birthday: april eighth
age: seventeen
house: gryffindor
blood status: pureblood
face claim: francisco lachowski
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: quidditch, being the eldest sibling, sleep, transfigurations, blondes, brunettes, redheads, females in general, heights, being self-sufficient, attention, making people laugh, stars, clouds, alcohol, the smell of lemongrass, animals, music, protecting people, arguing, competition, (secretly) feeding his temper, spontaneity, adventure, curiosity, observing/inferring.
dislikes: personalities similar to his own, being given instructions, being devoid of attention, mornings, small spaces, darkness, charms, protecting people, losing (even the most petty things), disappointing people, sitting still, detailed plans, handwriting (his is absolutely atrocious), organization, instruction, showing his emotions, losing self-control, bludgers, the school dungeons, being unable to read someone.
strengths: confident: it’s difficult for Hunter to be Hunter without his self-obsession. While extremely arrogant and admittedly off-putting, it’s the same confidence that fuels a good majority of his likeable qualities: his humor, his smile, and his endearing nature are all a product of his confidence. competitive: being as competitive as he is means Hunter rarely turns down a challenge, and rarely fails to accomplish a task. While determination would be a more positive spin on his obsession with overcoming obstacles, it really can’t be anything but competition. self-sufficient: as the eldest of his siblings, Hunter has learned to take care of others as well as himself. He doesn’t often need a shoulder to cry on or to step out for a moment to regain his composure – he is composed as it is. Really, he’s an emotional fortress, and in his opinion this doesn’t require him to burden others. impulsive: Hunter trusts his instinct. It tells him to do something, and he does it. Luckily enough for him, his instinct is usually right. Going hand in hand with his curiosity, Hunter is accidentally adventurous, which he loves more than anything. Some call him too brave for his own good, which often receives an arrogant smile and a wink accompanying “or just brave enough.” self-aware: while Hunter might not be a hundred percent sure of who he is, he definitely knows about himself. Specifically, he knows about his character flaws and what they're capable of doing if he’s not careful. He is confident to the point of conceited, but he keeps a close watch on himself. With observational skills as good as his, it's hard not to.
weaknesses: confident: the downfalls of his overconfidence are obvious: Hunter is obsessed with himself, which gets in the way of his relationships with more level-headed people quite frequently. competitive: with no surprise, someone as hell-bent on winning and overcoming must have the shortcomings of being extremely hot-headed and a very sore loser. Hunter is no exception. self-sufficient: Hunter has learned to be self-sufficient, which means he doesn’t often look for help with his emotions, even if he needs it. His positive spin on the emotional fortress has its dark sides, as well: Hunter bottles his emotions, resulting in his less-likeable, easily irritable side. impulsive: as much as he would like to ignore it, Hunter really is too brave for his own good; bravery becomes stupidity, despite the boy’s somewhat surprising intelligence and common sense. self-aware: Hunter’s self-awareness keeps the majority of his bad habits in check. It gives him a good sense of reality. Except when it crosses the fine line between self-awareness and self-consciousness, which happens more often than expected of someone with his arrogance...
veritaserum: Hunter considers his more emotional, less confident side to be a closely guarded secret, as the majority of his life has been spent filling his role as the eldest child and icon for his younger siblings – a role that spread to life outside of his family, and hence a role he maintains even in front of his friends and classmates. There are few who can successfully crack his emotional shell, and fewer who have. Because Hunter doesn’t have any large-scale secrets, he also regards his fears as his secrets: while heights is out of the question considering his dedication to the quidditch team, he is quite uncomfortable around darkness and small spaces.
dementor: Hunter was at the tender age of five when his younger brother nearly drowned in a river near their house. Completely horrified by the incident, he has developed a fear of death as well as a discomfort with the idea of drowning and water. As an imaginative child, Hunter pictured the experience as a very small, dark space, which he faced as a Bogart in recent years of his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
patronus: Hunter, while excellent at putting on the act of the sassy eldest child, was touched at the sight of his family awaiting his return for the winter holiday in his first year of school. His siblings, still too young to attend Hogwarts, were ecstatic to see him return. His patronus has taken the form of a fox.
sexuality & relationship status: Hunter is very dedicated to the pursuit (as well as the respect; his mother made sure of it) of women. Straight, he is currently single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Atticus Timothy Reed, 38, Minister for Magic Support Staff
mother: Melinda Anne Reed, 38, Arithmancer
siblings: Devin Louis Reed, 15, Ravenclaw
Brynn Cecelia Reed, 14, Gryffindor
others: n/a
overall history: Melinda and Atticus were described to be the couple of the decade amongst their graduating class at Hogwarts. Despite the house difference – Melinda being a near-top-of-the-class Ravenclaw and Atticus a helpful and kind-hearted Hufflepuff – the two hit it off somewhere near the end of their sixth year of school together. It was a great surprise to many of their classmates that it took four years past graduation for the two to finally get married. Melinda had settled into her unusual passion of arithmancy, and Atticus had climbed the company ladder and rested in the high-paying office of the Minister for Magical Support offices. The two of them were from fairly unwealthy pureblood families, and made their fortune morally and with hard work, a value that Hunter would know from a young age and carry with him through his life. The couple was married and soon afterwards Hunter was born. For two years the small family lived in a modest house – the amount of money they had grown up with had instilled a discomfort in a lavish lifestyle in Hunter’s parents, and hence they lived comfortably with excess finances. It was three years later, after the family had had another child and received news of a third, that they finally moved into a larger residence.
In comparison to others, Hunter got along phenomenally with his family. While the wealth never went to his head, the boy learned the importance of being the oldest child early on in life, with responsibilities of tending to his younger siblings and the adoration they gave in return. Hunter formed the image of the golden boy very quickly, and throughout his childhood played the role of his parents’ hero. He built close relationships with them both, and to the day never fails to give his mother a hug and his father a handshake the second he returns home. His father was very much like himself at his age, and Hunter’s motives were based around this: aside from the glory and importance of his position in the family (which developed his modern-day egomania), the boy wanted to win the approval and continue winning the approval of his parents. These family values were what, ultimately, Hunter believed to be his invitation to Gryffindor.
At eleven and officially Gryffindor’s most ambitious new house member, Hunter was ready to take the school by storm. His developed sense of importance fueled the desire to succeed, even without siblings to protect and a large amount of competition in his classes. Roaring to go, Hunter was the best student he could be and had claimed his position on the quidditch team by his third year. The petty competing never left his system, as there was always someone better at the things he did than he, but the spirit he put into his schooling and activity was highly supported by his parents. Hunter had matured by the time both his siblings were at school and sorted, though he still has quite a bit of growing up to do.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: audrey, auds, audy, i’m flexible :]
gender: female
age: 19
contact: pm
how you found us: uhh… might’ve been caution
other characters: none yet!
experience: too long… maybe 8 years?
role play sample:It was hard not to see the wealth on people’s faces. Jay often wondered if he wore a similar expression, though he wasn’t sure how to avoid it if he did. Instead, he let the swell of his ego allow him superiority in declaring those around him were too unobservant to notice. But regardless of the amount of money hinted in his features, the boy could only assume the principle message behind his physiognomies at this point in time was boredom. He was helping out at the shop, and getting increasingly curious as to how his mother could bear the lengthy period of time between customers without letting out a yawn when Jay himself had just released his eighth of the hour. His only means of amusement was observing the faces of strangers as they passed by, unable to resist turning their heads to risk a peek through the windows. There was no denying Jay was a handsome boy, but it was not him they were looking at. It was the jewelry. Jewelry that, were he more skilled, he would have made, and jewelry that, were he less apathetic towards the trinkets, wouldn’t leave him so bored. He figured he might get a stitch in his neck if he kept turning to look at the clock, though it seemed time was as stubborn as he was impatient; the minute hand was moving far too slowly.
Earlier on he had made a game of his waiting: attempting to toss various bejeweled items onto the end of a pencil. Necklaces had been too large, and therefore too east, and soon enough bracelets failed to provide a worthy challenge. By the time Jay had moved on to rings his mother, and her lack of assertive power, had furrowed her brow in contemplating how to cease the activity. The boy had comprehended the message and saved her the trouble by stopping the game. Now he was reliant on the crowds filtering past. To say he was telepathic would’ve been a lie, and one difficult for even someone of his skill to pass as the truth. He was trying his hardest to implant a spontaneous desire to spend into the masses, but without the aforementioned telepathy it was a futile attempt. And to no avail, as the unreceptive masses continued to pass by the entrance without hesitating to enter. After a matter of minutes spent watching people walking around outside, Jay decided that he much preferred his game to pass the time. He was undoubtedly determined to finish anything he started, but the boy may have found the one exception; those of patient nature are resolute, but the resolute are not always patient. Letting out the ninth lion-sized yawn, Jay realized that his lack of patience was a fatal flaw.
He was beyond thankful to finally see his mother showing signs that the day’s monotony was starting to nag at her. But to his dismay, when she finally stood and made her way to the back of the store, it wasn’t to close up like he had anticipated. Instead, she instructed him to hold down the fort while she finished off a few pairs of earrings back in the workspace. Normally polite and courteous as he could be, Jay didn’t so much as attempt to hide his disinclination. He let out a groan that was surely audible, and abandoned his people-watching to more-than-dramatically allow his head to fall against the countertop in defeat. He had every inclination to pick up where he left off with the pencil game when he realized just how comfortable the current position was. Jay reopened his pale blue eyes to steal a glance at the clock. Per usual, it hadn’t budged. He turned his attention to the people outside. Per usual, they weren’t entering the store. Halfway selfishly, the boy decided there wasn’t much of a fort to hold down, set his head back down on the counter. The stubborn minute hand had hardly had a chance to inch along before he had drifted off into dream land. Jay Callighan was asleep at the job. It was extremely uncharacteristic of him, but at this point, he didn’t even care.
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