Post by james c. potter on Jul 11, 2010 6:02:03 GMT
i'm the first kid to
write of hearts lies and friends ,[/b]
••JAMES CHARLUS POTTER
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i've found the cure to growing older[/b]
and you're the only place that feels like home[/size]
fill in the blanks in character, keep it lower case, and take this sentence out when you're done.
oh haiii, my name is James Charlus Potter, but you know i'll holla if you call me Prongs. i've been surviving this world for Sixteen, so i'm a Sixth. my blood is Pure, so the dark lord can go kiss Merlin's left bum cheek. I'm representing Gryffindor my wand is actually Eleven inches of Mahogany, filled with Dragon Heart String, and it's straight lethal. i'm a Male, and i like to wake up next to Lily Evans, like it or not. once, some muggle told me i look like Robbie Jarvis, who ever the hell that is. what else could you possibly need to know?
just so you know, you'll never know[/b]
and some secrets weren't meant to be told[/size]
My parents are Charlus Potter and Dorea Black-Potter. They're both getting a bit long in the tooth – my dad just turned 84 over the summer. I was born on March 27, 1960. My dad's an ex-Auror for the Ministy. My mum was a healer at St. Mungo's. As my parent's only kid, I've gotten a lot of the stuff I wanted. I like to think it hasn't affected my personality, though. I got my Hogwarts Letter on my 11th Birthday, and I was off on the Express on September 1. Much like my dear dad, I was sorted into Gryffindor. I hear dad nearly had a stroke when I told him I was friends with Sirius Black, also a Gryffindor. I've shared a dorm with Sirius, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew since first year. Our other roomate – Frank Longbottom's too quiet for his own good. He tends to be forgotten a bit.
Sirius, Peter, and I figured out that Remus was a werewolf in Second Year. I think he honestly expected to lose us as friends when we found out. Of course, that didn't happen. Me, Sirius, and Peter set about learning to become illegal Animagi to help Remus through his transformations. I'm a stag. But don't tell, we're not supposed to be telling anyone, so I am telling you in strictest confidence. Now we go out and romp around with Moony – as we've taken to calling Remus – during the Full Moon's so he's not so lonely.
Since Second Year, I've also been longing for the most beautiful girl you could ever imagine. Her name is Lily Evans, and she seems to think that I am a pile of Hippogriff Dung. I don't get it! I've been trying everything to impress her – Chaser on the Quidditch Team, Taking Ancient Runes, Hexing Snivillus Snape when he dares look at her the wrong way, all that stuff. She still hates me. Sirius advises me to forget her, but I can't! She just such a picture of perfection!
i am sorry my conscience called in sick again[/b]
and i've got arrogance down to a science[/size]
I like to think that's I am polite, courteous, and modest. Of course, Padfoot and Moony would likely smack me, and add in several other choice phrases, such as egotistical, arrogant, self centered, obsessed, annoying, all that fun stuff. I don't agree with it one bit, however. They're just yanking my wand. Aren't they? I mean, I am a Quidditch God in the flesh, I can't afford to be self-centered....
your secret's out and the best part
[/b]is it isn't even a good one[/size]
Dementors. Nasty things, those. Whenever they get close, I hear horrible things I really don't like remembering. You insist? Merlin Dammit! Fine, when the Dementors get close, I hear by parents being tortured by Voldemort for refusing to join them. It happened when I was six. He came to the house and tortured them for refusing to join him. One of his Death Eaters tried to use me as an example to get to my parents. I still have the scars on my legs from the whip.
Veritaserum? Isn't it illegal to give that to students? Gulps. I fancy Lily Evans with all my heart. I cheated in last year's Quidditch Final – I drank Felix Felicis before the match. I am an illegal animagus, taking the form of a stag. I hate Snape because I think he loves Lily, too. Padfoot talks in his sleep about wanting to ride ponies. Remus Lupin is a Werewolf. I am one of only four students to know that. I blew up the Fifth Floor Loos last year. I like being called Jamie. I have a thing for fuzzy sweaters. I am afraid of spiders, snakes, and cockroaches.
Lilies – I think the reason I smell these is pretty obvious, don't you!? Lily Evans, I love you! Stares off into space. Oh... what else..... Gunpowder, I smell that in Amortentia. I think it's because of all the fun I had blowing up the Fourth Floor loos once. Sweat – this is from Quidditch, obviously! Who could play Quidditch, and not fall in love with it? I mean, it's such a perfect game!
this has been said so many times
[/b]that i'm not sure if it matters[/size]
okay, now for rl. fill in the blanks, get rid of this.
what do we call you?:EJ
and how old are you?:Twenty-Two
how long have you been addicted to roleplay?:Seven and a Half Years this Thursday
how'd you find us?:You put an ad on my site!"Well, do you want the long story version or the short story version?" James asked, looking up at Remus, and getting an excellent idea for a quick little one-liner joke. "I must warn you, the long version is in Aramaic." He flashed a small smile at Remus, hoping that his friend would at least have the courtesy to fake-laugh at his abysmally bad joke. "Oh, lighten up. I met Snape, we chatted, and he cursed me. Anything else you care to know?" James shrugged slightly, looking between his three friends, trying to convince them that it wasn't as bad as it looked. Any hope of that, however, vanished when he tried to sit up again, and once more collapsed in a pained heap.
the ribbon on my wrist says
[/b]do not open before christmas[/size]
this badical application template was designed by the mastermind, OHHAI.ITSCHAE of CAUTION 2.0 <3. the lyric credit goes purely to fall out boy, specifically for their lovely songs on from under the cork tree. it's an oldie, but you know it still rocks. i'm not going to hunt you down and pick out your eyeballs with a rusty spork if you take this credit out, because i literally have no way of tracking you down. but if i come across it, imma kill a bitch virtually. and you don't want that. ily much, and thanks for having good taste.
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