Post by albus severus potter on Feb 22, 2012 11:12:08 GMT
albus severus potter
SIXTEEN - RAVENCLAW - PUREBLOOD - FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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{ dimmed star in the night skyAn innovative individual, Albus Severus Potter is known for many different things. A Quidditch Keeper, A brilliant wizard, a Potter and even a dark horse in a shattered family, he’s very diverse in his own unique ways. With a very blunt and open personality, Albus loved to analyze other people and find their weakness insecurity before going in and attacking their self-esteem. A defensive mechanism, it was a way where he could keep certain people close and leave others far away without any inkling or intention of them getting in. After a lot of his heartbreak with people, it was hard for Albus to trust other people without thinking that they would just disappear without notice.
Al was decently good-looking, a trait he got from his mother’s gorgeous complexion and his father’s strong jaw line, and he was unfortunate without being a red head just like his mother. Albus had a quick wit to him and a brash attitude making sure that others who felt like insulting him would get it back right at them tenfold. When things got way too tough he would divulge in certain things that he wasn’t supposed too, a quick escape from reality he was able to dull his senses and just enjoy life by other means. Maybe a bit of an easy way out but it’s what Albus did to survive.
fly me to the moon *The second child to the Potter clan, Albus was born to one of the most infamous families and most spoken about in the current Wizarding world. With Albus, he was the darkened star to James’ obnoxious pranking ways. With all three of the Potter children being born within three years of each other, they were all extremely close and their youth was probably the best time for these little kids. Constant attention from all others looking into what seemed to be the perfect family to live within the limelight. Not only the Potters, but with the Weasleys they all soaked it up gaining tons of money through exposure and interviews for the press. As a young wizard, Albus took after both of his namesakes with his thirst for knowledge. He loved learning and gaining everything he needed to do to excel he would do. As a young child, all three of the Potter siblings were very adept at Quidditch and with amazing prowess they often had Quidditch matches as families, creating a huge fun fight with all of them.
Alby was having a wonderful life, he turned eight and it turned to shit as Death Eaters killed both of his parents. An initial shock, Albus took it hard (just like all of his orphaned siblings) and went to a phase where he just wouldn’t eat anything at all for weeks. Feeling sick, and without any hope Albus was sent to live with his siblings to live with his family. After weeks or not eating from depression, Albus moved to St. Mungo’s for a few weeks to try and solve his crisis. As he met a few of the nurses, they helped inspire the young boy to rekindle his flame for life/knowledge but ever since his parents died, his shining star was dimmed and glossed over with a dark hue.
Once he went to Hogwarts, he was able to easily succeed in his classes thanks to his natural love for life and knowledge. Being placed into Ravenclaw, it was the perfect spot for Albus to be to identify and become his very own Potter. Al held a very close and fragile place in his heart for his siblings, but at some point all he wanted was to be alone and live his life in a wallowed state, wondering what his life would/could be like with his parents. In Ravenclaw, Albus found out that a lot of the witches and wizards in the house popped pills called Adderall to succeed, as a third year Albus began to dabble with it essentially turning into an undercover drug dealer for Adderall and petty things like Weed and Ecstasy, not anything further.
A well-rounded individual Albus was a juggler, each ball being its very own daunting task, he loved playing his balancing act keeping some of his nefarious deeds a secret.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: micah
gender: male
age: nineteen
contact: pm / aim- ohhellnawxx
how you found us: an ad somewhere~
other characters: n/a
experience: long ass time
role play sample:Alcohol consumption and being by yourself never truly work out; one of them always gets crazy and this is when the spiraling depression starts. Abram was such a needy drunk, or in fact he was such a needy person in general, just the other day he ended up sitting at the beach alone sulking at his own pathetic life and how he wasn’t loved and all this crap that he should have dealt with when he was fourteen and not carry as emotional baggage until the age of eighteen. This is why teenagers have friends right? So that they can bitch and moan at the poor fellas until he passed out, and that was in their job description: To be Abram’s friend you must expect a drunken cry at least once a week. It was now Sasha’s turn for this epic moment of closeness. ”Sasha has been going on a lot of dates” the words came out in one big slur as the kid gave a drunken smile and left his dorm with a beer in hand and a mission to fulfill.
The walk wasn’t very far but he was agitated and drunk; what did you expect from the oh so classy drunk Abram? He stumbled his way through bushes, trashcans and other various things on the street but he was determined to get there. His legs were like jello, he finally got to the Ferris Hall and what do you know it; they had a lobby. He gave a weak grin as his voice radiated and echoed throughout the lobby ”I’m here to see Sasha; okay? Okay. I don’t give a fuck if he’s with someone. His mother died; now move.” he took a nice little swig of his beer and grabbed the key from the scared lobby greeter/worker.
Most people knew that sober Abram was the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet; drunk Abram was the biggest tool/ douchebag you’ll ever meet in your entire life. The sad thing was that drunken Abram spent more time then usual out of his cage, as Abram had been drinking this entire week. He made his way around to all his friends and now it was Sasha’s turn to get the wrath of Abram. It was going to be loud, in your face and rude; unless he went back into his depressed childlike state where he would just cry and pour out his heart to his best friend of what seven years. This wouldn’t be the first time he did this to Sasha but the last night was when his father beat him up because his mother tried to take custody of Abe (because Abe called his mom crying to why she didn’t want him). His life was one big drama filled soap opera; this was probably the reason why he constantly drank himself to this point. His past sucked.
He took the key and opened the door to his best friends apartment; granted if he was sober he would have seen the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign posted along with the heavy grunting and moaning that was coming from inside of the door. He pushed it open and to his dismay his friend was getting some head from a girl no less. He shook his head before he pointed to the door, ”I don’t care if this is the first time you are ever having oral sex with her. You dirty whore; get the fuck out now. And get some fucking morals.” he saw the girls shirt on the floor and threw it at her before heading for the door. ”I’m giving you freaks three minutes before I come barging back in here, it should be enough time for you to finish and have breakfast.” he mused slightly to himself as he closed the door and rested on the wall outside, he finished his beer and smashed it on the floor leaving small glass shards for the poor bitch to step on if she was being lazy and not using some sort of footwear. Oh boy; Abram sure is devious.
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