Post by sophie on Sept 28, 2009 15:16:03 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Charlie Potter
Nicknames: -none-
Gender: Male
Age: Nine
Date of birth: Third of November, 1982
Blood status: Halfblood
Special status:
Play By: Colt Mills
[THE MASK]
Hair color: Light brown.
Hair style: Medium length, usually neat but it can get untidy quite easily.
Eye color: Brown
Height: 4'5
Weight: 4st
Build: Slight
Fashion: Bright colours, but no girly colours.
Distinguishing features: -none-
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Charlie is an average nine year old, hyperness being one of the qualities that all boys of this age hold. He loves to run, anywhere and for anything. Running from place to place, running in games, and just general running. He loves to be surrounded by others, no matter what age that they are. Being around adults usually makes him gain attention, by being so small and ‘adorable’ and being around those his age gives him the people he needs for friends. The ones that he would spend most of his time with, other than his family. He also loves lots of attention from his friends, wanting to be known and be popular with them.
Though he craves attention, he can be loving towards his friends and family. He may annoy people at times, though he loves them dearly and would hate for anything bad to happen to them. If something did happen he would try with all his might to fix it, even though he is young he would give it the best shot that he could. He hates to see anybody in pain, and can be quite sympathetic to those who feel like that, though he always tries to act tough, and not seem like a cry-baby in front of anyone. To be thought of like that would be his worst nightmare.
Likes:
- The outdoors.
- Running around madly
- Annoying Lilith
- Cold weather.
- Attention
- Play fighting.
- Family and friends.
Dislikes:
- Arguing with anyone for real.
- Falling out with anyone.
- Being ignored.
- Feeling alone.
- Mean people.
- Hot weather.
- Strict people.
[HOGWARTS INFORMATION]
House: Gryffindor
Wand: -none yet-
Best subjects: (In the future) Potions and Charms
Worst subjects: History of Magic and Transfiguration.
Pets: -none yet-
Hogsmeade trips: --
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: Sophie
Experience: 4 years.
Found us through: Advertisement.
Other characters: --
Anything else: Bonjour!
Roleplaying sample: LaL, a twilight rpg.
The coast, to Mikkenzie it was a boring place to go. Sure, there was the sea, and the sand. It was an okay place to relax really, but she hated going there. She hated holidays to those sorts of places; it was just so boring, sitting around on a beach all day. And when it was holiday season, you couldn’t sit around and paint the sea, the waves, froth, sand, things that she would love to do. No, people always got in the way when it was busy, and if you did manage to get a good painting out of it people always watched you, and it was horrible to have lots of eyes burning into your back, like having to do an exam with someone watching.
Mikkenzie’s father had gone for a week or so at the coast, leaving Mikkenzie in Volterra alone. She was fine with the alone part, she was eighteen, very nearly nineteen; she could look after herself very well. She was even planning to find her own place soon. But she couldn’t go anywhere unless she had money now, she didn’t have her father to drive her to places like Florence, where there were much better shops than here in Volterra. Especially music shops, she had searched around this damn place just to buy some rosin for her bow, but no. Nothing. It may just have been that the shops here were sold out at the time, but it had annoyed her greatly.
Another reason that she did not want to go with him, was the fact that Marcus may appear at her house, unexpected like he always did. This was very irritating, to just walk into her room and just see him sitting there, she would have thought that she had got used to it now, but it always shocked her a little when she saw him there. She never knew when he would be there, sometimes once every few days, and then he would disappear, whether he was in Volterra or not, she did not know. But he came back every so often; she wished that once he would just tell her when he would come back, it would make it alot easier. And he wouldn’t scare her half to death when she opened the door.
Thinking of scaring, Marcus did make her a little bit afraid whenever he was around. She must be mad if she was not afraid when they was a vampire in their home. She had not told her father about what she had found on the internet, or the fact that she had actually met Marcus. HE had heard that she went to see him play, but that was the last he heard of him. He definitely wouldn’t be happy with the fact Marcus was often in the house, sometimes on his own. And he would not believe Mikkenzie if she said that there was a vampire called Marcus, who played the violin and probably many other instruments, who painted and came into their house.
Today Mikkenzie had been wandering around Volterra, in the warm sun. She hadn’t really done anything in particular, just walking mostly. She had had her lunch out, seen the plaza, the one with the big clock tower. Then she had been on her laptop in the park near her home. When it had started to get slightly dark she had gone for one last look around the streets, nodding to people who she saw, some that she knew. Even after living in Volterra for a month or so now she did not know many people. The neighbours spoke to her a few times, when they saw her outside her home, and there were a few people from the university that she went to. But other than that she didn’t have many friends, not that she ever really did.
She walked back to her home now; after all of her wandering she hadn’t accomplished much, except a bit of work for university. It was strange, but she had thought her architecture classes would be alot harder than they were, but maybe it was because she had just started them. But all she had to do for her work was to gather pictures of famous buildings. She did stuff like that it primary school! But no, apparently it was needed, she wouldn’t complain, she wanted to get the best grades that she could. She could probably get a good job as an architect afterwards, it paid quite a bit, and if it was something that she enjoyed she should just do it.
Mikkenzie walked into the house and shut the door behind her, as she did so she paused and listened to any noise in the house. Nothing, did that mean Marcus wasn’t here? But she never did hear anything when he was here, it was just pointless to listen really. If he was anywhere in the house he would be in her room, like he always was, so she should just go in there. She was always slightly paranoid that something would happen to her father when she was not here, Marcus was a vampire, and what would he do if her father stumbled upon his while he was in the house? But she really didn’t want to think about it, meeting a vampire was confusing. One hand you needed imagination to believe they were a vampire, on the other you didn’t want an imagination as you could think of all the things that they could do. And it didn’t help that he had first come here to kill her.
She pushed the door open to her room and almost dropped the laptop that she was holding. She knew that he did this, but she still wasn’t used to it. He could never knock on the door or something while she was already in couldn’t he? “Thanks,” She said sarcastically, putting the laptop on the desk, where it would be safe from her dropping it. She turned to face Marcus, who was clearly not wearing clothes from this era, but he could travel so fast, many people probably didn’t see him come. “What now?”
Mikkenzie’s father had gone for a week or so at the coast, leaving Mikkenzie in Volterra alone. She was fine with the alone part, she was eighteen, very nearly nineteen; she could look after herself very well. She was even planning to find her own place soon. But she couldn’t go anywhere unless she had money now, she didn’t have her father to drive her to places like Florence, where there were much better shops than here in Volterra. Especially music shops, she had searched around this damn place just to buy some rosin for her bow, but no. Nothing. It may just have been that the shops here were sold out at the time, but it had annoyed her greatly.
Another reason that she did not want to go with him, was the fact that Marcus may appear at her house, unexpected like he always did. This was very irritating, to just walk into her room and just see him sitting there, she would have thought that she had got used to it now, but it always shocked her a little when she saw him there. She never knew when he would be there, sometimes once every few days, and then he would disappear, whether he was in Volterra or not, she did not know. But he came back every so often; she wished that once he would just tell her when he would come back, it would make it alot easier. And he wouldn’t scare her half to death when she opened the door.
Thinking of scaring, Marcus did make her a little bit afraid whenever he was around. She must be mad if she was not afraid when they was a vampire in their home. She had not told her father about what she had found on the internet, or the fact that she had actually met Marcus. HE had heard that she went to see him play, but that was the last he heard of him. He definitely wouldn’t be happy with the fact Marcus was often in the house, sometimes on his own. And he would not believe Mikkenzie if she said that there was a vampire called Marcus, who played the violin and probably many other instruments, who painted and came into their house.
Today Mikkenzie had been wandering around Volterra, in the warm sun. She hadn’t really done anything in particular, just walking mostly. She had had her lunch out, seen the plaza, the one with the big clock tower. Then she had been on her laptop in the park near her home. When it had started to get slightly dark she had gone for one last look around the streets, nodding to people who she saw, some that she knew. Even after living in Volterra for a month or so now she did not know many people. The neighbours spoke to her a few times, when they saw her outside her home, and there were a few people from the university that she went to. But other than that she didn’t have many friends, not that she ever really did.
She walked back to her home now; after all of her wandering she hadn’t accomplished much, except a bit of work for university. It was strange, but she had thought her architecture classes would be alot harder than they were, but maybe it was because she had just started them. But all she had to do for her work was to gather pictures of famous buildings. She did stuff like that it primary school! But no, apparently it was needed, she wouldn’t complain, she wanted to get the best grades that she could. She could probably get a good job as an architect afterwards, it paid quite a bit, and if it was something that she enjoyed she should just do it.
Mikkenzie walked into the house and shut the door behind her, as she did so she paused and listened to any noise in the house. Nothing, did that mean Marcus wasn’t here? But she never did hear anything when he was here, it was just pointless to listen really. If he was anywhere in the house he would be in her room, like he always was, so she should just go in there. She was always slightly paranoid that something would happen to her father when she was not here, Marcus was a vampire, and what would he do if her father stumbled upon his while he was in the house? But she really didn’t want to think about it, meeting a vampire was confusing. One hand you needed imagination to believe they were a vampire, on the other you didn’t want an imagination as you could think of all the things that they could do. And it didn’t help that he had first come here to kill her.
She pushed the door open to her room and almost dropped the laptop that she was holding. She knew that he did this, but she still wasn’t used to it. He could never knock on the door or something while she was already in couldn’t he? “Thanks,” She said sarcastically, putting the laptop on the desk, where it would be safe from her dropping it. She turned to face Marcus, who was clearly not wearing clothes from this era, but he could travel so fast, many people probably didn’t see him come. “What now?”
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