Post by VINCENT VALOR HARRISON on Feb 17, 2012 0:55:11 GMT
vincent valor harrison
SEVENTEEN - RAVENCLAW - HALFBLOOD - LOGAN HENDERSON
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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Hello there! My name is Rodney and I am your interviewer. What is your name and what would you like to be called?
Hello. Nice to meet you, Rodney. I am Vincent Valor Harrison. I can be called Vincent, Vince, Vinny, or Mister Harrison. It seems like only Professors call me 'Mister Harrison,' though. So, if you do not mind, please refrain from calling me that, please? Not to be rude or anything, but you are not a Hogwarts Professor.
Okay. I will call you Vince. Can you tell me about your basic information like your age, birthday, and house and in Hogwarts?[/i]
I am a seventeen year old who celebrates the lovely day of July Second as a day of birth. Being seventeen makes me a Seventh Year Student at Hogwarts. I am a Ravenclaw, also. It is pretty nice being in that house, if you ask my opinion, but to everyone their own opinions.
Interesting. Ravenclaw, huh? How exciting was it for you when you were sorted?[/i]
I had a mix of emotion, actually. I was excited to be sorted and start my first year, but I was kind of nervous. I thought that the hat was going to make a mistake about which house I was going to be in. I was not really scared to be in any particular house, mind you; I was just scared that I won't fit into the house I might be in once placed. Ravenclaw seemed to fit me pretty well for the past six years. I could not ask for a better house.
I see, I see. Now, tell me a little about your wand. That has been with you for six ye- no, no - seven years now.[/i]
You mean the twelve inches of the Unicorn Hair covered in Oak? I love it. Oak is one of the longest lived trees, thus embodying great wisdom as well as strength and healing. Wands with Unicorn Hair have a difficulty turning to the Dark Arts, which is fine by me, since I do not plan on using anything related to the Dark Arts. Unicorn Hair based wands tend to be loyal to their owners, trust me, mine has stayed very loyal to me since I bought it. It has never led me wrong.
Okay. I have an Oak wand, also. Now, let us get a little more personal, okay? Tell me about your love life. What is cooking in the love oven?[/i]
Well, er... I am a heterosexual male, if that is what you are asking me? I am currently not dating anyone and I am not really that promiscuous. If I were dating, I would stay faithful to whoever I was dating. I am not big on cheating, so you won't see me cheating anytime in the future.
Should I tell you what I look for in a girl? I am not really a big fan of picking a girl out by the way she looks. Guys can say they like blonds over brunettes or skinny girls over plump girls. To me, as long as she takes care of herself and her hygiene, then I do not care what color her hair or how little or big she her frame. It is a girls personality and what she does that impresses me.
I like a girl who is loyal but not clingy. She knows who she is dating and won't go around cheating. She will spend time with me and knows that we might eventually seek time apart once in a while. Clingy girls will always be down a guys throat about staying with them all of the time, not trusting them alone around other people, so forth. No, if I wanted to hang around a woman who wants to know information like that, it will be my mother; she is the only woman I completely answer to, thanks.
I like a girl who will understand my family is important to me. Hell, she can even act like a part of the family if it means that much to her. She just cannot be the type to keep me away from my family. I do not care if she has a great relationship or horrible relationship with her family, that is her situation.
I do not want a perfect girl because perfect girls are only a mere fantasy. I want something real. I want a girl who is bright, but she does not need to know everything; I do not know everything. I want a girl who is straight-forward, but also knows when to keep quiet. Generally, I want a girl who is not afraid to speak her mind, but she does not need to run her mouth or whine and complain about unnecessary things. I like responsibility in a girl in things, but if she is being overly-responsible because she has done too many things, well, what the bloody hell is she thinking? Doing too many things she should not be doing.
Ok, ok. So I admit that I am not a perfect person, neither does the girl. But seriously, do not expect me to take serious a girl who is clingy or whiney.
Now tell me about your family. Mum, dad, siblings.[/i]
Mum is a Pureblooded Fourty-Year-Old and Dad is a Muggleborn, Fourty-Three-Year-Old. Both are Morticians and Funeral Directors for Wizards. Odd sounding couple, right? I get made fun of because of their occupations, but honestly, I think their job is cool. In my opinion, too many people have parents working as a Home Maker or some department at the Ministry. Not saying those jobs are not good or anything, but to have people laugh at me because they think my parents are freaks. You have to have someone to take care of your deceased relatives, right? An honest job.
Anyhoo, I have a younger brother. He is fifteen-years-old and in Ravenclaw as well. We have differences and similarities, we have a love-hate kind of brotherhood, but we will always be best of friends. How can we not be best of friends? We have known each other since the day he was born. We have gone through almost everything together. Of coarse, we live our own lives and have times apart, which is normal.
Tell me a few of your memories, if you do not mind. A good memory and a bad memory. Mind you, we only have a little while to chat, so make it a couple memories, please?[/i]
I do not remember much before the age of five, so please forgive me for that. I suppose that can help me decide, right? Chuckle.
I remember this one time, when I was six, my brother and I snuck out of our bedrooms in the middle of the night to eat the ice cream and candy. See, our parents were kind of strict with sweets, granting us a small bowl of ice cream one day, and a couple of pieces of candy the next day. Sneaking down there for candy was Heaven and a half for us. We got halfway through the ice cream before our parents realized we were down in the kitchen. We lost our sweets privilege for two weeks.
As for a bad memory, now. My worst memory is probably my near death experience. It was right after my twelfth birthday. I was with my brother and a few of our mutual neighbouring friends. We decided to go into an elderly neighbours yard to pick fruit off of her tree. She suddenly can out with a shotgun and tried to shoot at us. Rumor has it, she thought we were about to break into her house. Well, we all ran out of her yard, me being the last one out. I dodged a few bullets that came a few inches away from my legs. I almost died running away from apples and peaches; that is a bit emotionally scarring to me.
What are some things that you like. Objects, Classes, Hobbies, the likes. What are you into?[/i]
Let me start off with classes I enjoy and are good in: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Muggle Studies, Potions, and Transfiguration.
Now on with other things. I like the color blue, in particularly navy blue. I like diversity, different languages and accents. I would love to travel. I like colder weather like snow, rain, thunderstorms, and wind. I like coffee, hot chocolate, butterbeer, and being around a warm fire. I like Italian food, like spaghetti and lasagna. I like cheese sandwiches, BLTs, and ice cream. I like all sorts of candies, such as chocolate frogs, taffy, fudge flies - oh, those only name a few.
I like wands of all sorts. If I look at someones wand, I am studying it. I often ask the person if I can actually hold their wand so I can get a better look at it. I like libraries, philosophy, and reading. I have a particularly liking to the works of Virginia Wolfe, Edgar Allen Poe, and Shakespeare. Eh, Muggle Literature never hurt anyone. My dads parents - who are Muggles, mind you- got me into Muggle Literature. Oh, my family is something I like, or - er- love, actually. I can not forget about my family. I do enjoy their company.
What are some things that you do not like. Objects, Classes, and the likes. What are some things that you do not dig?[/i]
Again, let me start with the classes; this time, I am listing the classes I dislike and the classes I was never too good in. Yes, even as a Ravenclaw, I have educational downfalls. Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Herbology, History of Magic.... Ok, I said Divination for something I like and dislike. I have a love-hate relationship with it.
Now onto other things that are to my dismay. I dislike peaches, apples, popcorn, white chocolate, shellfish, blood prejudice, flying, and summer heat.
I hate being underestimated. I hate repeating myself when someone was intentionally not listening to what I was saying the first time. I hate uninformed opinions. Seriously, if you do not know what is going on or you know very little, you should keep your nose out of what is being said. In the classes that I do well in, I do not parade it, but I do loathe it when people with lower marks in those classes try to patronize me. I hate being alone, but I would rather be alone than be around hateful people, people who trash talk my family, so forth.
Tell me a little about your fears and your goals.[/i]
One of my biggest fears - well, it is more of a nightmare that I wish would never come to life: I do not want my father to take care of me when and if I die before him. For one thing, a parent should not have to have their children die before them. Another thing, he would have to suffer while taking care of my body.
I have minor fears, as well. I have a fear of heights, vomiting, being a failure, toads, clow- Oh. You are shaking your head. You do not want to know of these things? Oh, ok, I can tell you about my goals, then.
I plan on graduating from Hogwarts and going into business with my father until I can get a job as a wandmaker or a wandmakers assistant. Honestly, Those are my main goals for now. I will have short-term goals occasionally and one day, I will eventually have more long-term goals as I age.
I think I have asked all of the questions that I wanted to ask. Is there anything else you think you should add?[/i]
Er... I was born in Saint Mungos, like a lot of other Wizards and Witches. After my brother was born, my family move to and has been living in Dartford, Kent, United Kingdom. Except for my stay at Hogwarts. I do believe that is it. I cannot think of anything else to say, really. Have a nice day, bloke
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YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: dizzy
gender: female
age: twenty-two
contact: pm for now
how you found us: adverstisement
other characters: none
experience: eight years off and on
role play sample:Vince, unlike most of the people in the castle, was not sleeping in his seventh yewr boys dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower at three in the morning. Why, one may ask? Because he was in the process of power walking down the darkened corridors of Hogwarts, heading toward the kitchen for an early morning snack. He knows that it is not good to eat when one is supposed to be sleeping, but he could not help it; he is willing to risk getting a Buddha Belly or a set of Thunder Thighs. It was only for a temporary time period because he was doing a healthy jog towards his goal. It all evens out sooner or later, somehow. Plus, he is still a growing boy and needs his energy, strength, and fat. What exactly is he going to eat to give him the nutrients that he needs? He won't know until he actually finished his long journey from the seventh floor.
Even if he is taking a nice jog toward his goal, he is still taking his time to look around. He was making sure no one was out; he did not feel like getting caught. Though, he wanted to get out of his dorm once in a while, he actually did not want to repeat his last year or worse, not graduate. Graduating filled his mind at the current moment as he ran and he wondered if he really wanted to risk getting in trouble over food. His thoughts were so heavy that he forgot to stop at the end of the corridor on the ground floor.
"SHIT!!" he said in a soft outdoor voice; a voice that was not quit yet not loud enough to be considered as a shout yet, echoed slightly making him more paranoid than usual. He got up and ran towards the door to the sub-levels where the kitchens hid. He froze and panicked a little, turning his head around to see if he could see anyone around. He pulled out his wand and whispered "Lumos.."
The tip of his wand lit up and he looked around to see if he could see anyone. Running into the wrong person could get him in trouble; he was only wanting to meet up with one person, Ophelia, that night. He could not see anyone, which meant he was safe for now, so he figured he would continue his journey to the kitchens. At least the kitchens were safe from professors and most people at three or so in the morning.
He started running, wand still in his hand, keeping his mind clear enough to actually not run into anything this time around. After a few minutes, he came across the kitchen door. He stopped running and walking up to the door, knocking lightly to see if anyone or any elf was in there. He did not want to disturb anyone or anything if someone was there. Actually, no, that is a lie. He did. What if people where in there? He felt that if he were to risk getting caught, he'd be in similar company. He barged in without listening to see if they were in there.
He turned out the light of his wand, pocketing it, and walked into an empty room which resulted in a slightly disappointed facial expression. "Ophelia isn't here yet, and she slumbers closer to here than i do." He figured no one was in there because most people where normal people and were sleeping at such a time. Alas, he stepped into further into the kitchen and closed the door slowly and quietly behind him. He turned back around to face the room and studied it. He saw a few tables and several chairs, which was a major plus, since he did not want to sit on the counter tops. He did not want the next days food to taste like crack. He cleaned his bottom half just as grand as the rest of his body; he was just considerate enough to be irked by the fact people are eating food that was prepared with the essence of his arse.
He shivered at the fact that maybe people have actually sat there previously, or possibly worse; people sexuality might have sprung there with a bit of the food. He felt the urge to upchuck so he ran toward the sink and let loose. Of coarse, he has done the naughties in the past, but thinking about other people doing it on a slab of wood that people prepare food on. What if they did not clean up after themselves? He at least did it in appropriate places and cleaned up afterward. As he finished throwing up what he had for dinner, he ran the water so the mess could be gone.
"Bloody cows," he murmured as he helped the water push the throw up down the drain. When he finished, he took the rag that was lazily lying over the faucet and soaked it in continuous water. He turned off the water and grabbed the the liquid dish soap, squeezing some on the water loaded rag. He wanted to make sure to clean up after himself, unlike his horny counterparts. He scrubbed every inch of the sink until he heard it squeaked. He smiled at the cleanliness and turned the water back on to wash away the soap and to clean off the dirt from the rag. Mission accomplished. He turned off the water and added more soap to start on the counter tops that he felt obligated to wash.
"I am cleaning up after people because I care enough not to taste nut in my food," he explained to himself. "I think a lot of people would appreciate this if they knew." He stopped talking, realizing he had no one to have thank him. Or he thought. He stopped scrubbing the counter and slowly looked around. He was starting to get slightly paranoid about having someone watch him. He let go of the rag and started to move the rest of his body with his glance. He walked towards the door, but stopped to have his glance stolen by a radio. He smirked widely and went for it to turn it on. Music started and it made happiness beat out paranoia. He was like a kid with A.D.D. He boogied his clean bottom back to the counters and continued the cleaning and the outrageous boogie. The dancing made the cleaning go by faster, since he was not bored with the task.
He finished the washing of the counter tops and skipped washing the tables since that is a somewhat normal place to jiggy upon; he did not want to continuously wash something that keeps on getting dirty. But what about the counter tops? He asked himself in his head. I can always make a sign that says 'do not human meat here.' He chuckled as he walked to the sink to rinse off the rag and filled it with water. He ran the rag over the counter tops to take away the soap and then tossed the rag randomly towards the sink. He finished a task before he even started on his main task, but he was glad that he had done so.
He walked towards the refrigerator and opened it up to view the contents. The first thing he noticed first was left pizza. He had grabbed it and closed the door, going towards the microwave, taking off the shrink wrap from the top of the food. He opened the microwave door and placed the plate on the center of the tray. He closed the door and set the time to two minutes.
He balled up the shrink wrap and tossed it in the empty trash can that was two inches behind him and then walked over to the tables. With ironic luck, one had parchment and an ink set on it. He sat down in front of it and started to write out his anti-baby making note.
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