Post by james godric potter on Jun 26, 2011 17:45:56 GMT -5
JAMES GODRIC POTTER
[/font]IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME ![/font]
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS, I AM THE DARK LORD[/color][/font]
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FULL NAME: JAMES GODRIC POTTER
NICKNAMES: PRONGS, POTTER, JIM
AGE: SEVENTEEN
DOB: JULY 30TH
HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR, SIXTH YEAR
SEXUALITY: STRAIGHT
BLOOD STATUS: PUREBLOOD
TAKE A SIDE: ORDER SUPPORTER
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
GIRL IN SCHOOL? HMM... OH, BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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PLAYED BY: ADAM BRODY
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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LOVES: QUIDDITCH, WOMEN, PRANKS, SEX, STAYING UP LATE, SLEEPING IN, TRANSFIGURATION, DRINKING/SMOKING, HOME COOKED MEALS, RISKS, THE FALMOUTH FALCONS, ATTENTION, HIS TATTOO
LOATHES: SCHOOLWORK, TEACHERS, AUTHORITY OF ANY KIND, LOSING, SNAKES, CHOCOLATE, APPEARING WEAK, EMBARRASSMENT, DISLOYALTY, SLYTHERINS, BLOOD DISCRIMINATION
STRENGTHS: LOYALTY, ATHLETICISM, QUICK-THINKER, PERSUASIVE
WEAKNESSES: SELFISH, CONCIETED, STUBBORN, LAZY
OVERVIEW: James Godric Potter, of Daniel and Giselle Potter, is pretty easy to figure out. He’s a Hogwarts golden boy in his own way- worshipped by the majority of the students as Quidditch star and party boy, frustrating his teachers between his natural intellect and incessant laziness. He lives life day to day with little care of consequences or repercussions, content to ride the wave of life as best he knows how. In many areas, James is a paradox, completely one thing but also violently the other. Many would think him fake, but in truth he is very true to himself, very aware of exactly who he is.
For example, James stuns his teachers with his opposing directions in school. A natural scholar, he picks up subject matter with little difficulty, proving that he is of ready mind. Unfortunately, he ignores his potential to parallel the school’s best Ravenclaws, and prefers to sleep through classes, if he even attends. He completes only the homework necessary for a passing grade, preferring to cram in the two days before exams than actually learn the material. He’s no genius, and will, later in life, very much regret his decisions to not learn as much as he could. But that comes much later.
Another instance of the oxymoron, James is a bit of a flake. He doesn’t keep plans, as he is very easily diverted. Promises are usually broken, and his memory is horrendous. However, there are a select few people that this general stereotype doesn’t apply to. To his closest friends, James is unfalteringly loyal, and does, deep down, understand what is important and what is not. Generally, James speaks without thought or consideration, not worried about who he’ll offend or how it will matter- the only people he stops and considers for are his best friends, as they are the only people, to him, that matter in this world. Them, and his parents, but even them less so.
James doesn’t disrespect women, he just doesn’t understand what they require to not lose their dignity and hearts. He doesn’t understand why people get themselves into ‘relationships’, thinking that they are rather pointless and only end in messy feelings and problems. Why get yourself in a finite mess with a singular person when you could have great, guilt free relations with multiple people? It’s a well-known fact that James sleeps around, and he’s disturbingly good at finding girls he sleeps with when he wants to. Genuinely, he enjoys women not just for their bodies, but for their personalities and the entire adventure, but when skipping around so often, most people don’t see it that way. He makes sure that the girl he’s with has a fabulous time, and usually hints that one night stands stay that way. Poor, misunderstood James. Really, there should be no sympathy. He’s a womanizer, whatever his intentions. It’s excessive.
He’s not used to being rejected, in any sense, so rejection is merely a challenge. James is one of the more competitive people in the world- anything can become a contest and he must win it, and if he doesn’t, a rematch will ensue, again and again until he can become the champion. Nothing is more frustrating to him than not being the best at everything he attempts, and this is possibly his greatest fault. His natural talents for intelligence are not tapped into, usually where most frustration comes from- but his athletic abilities are spared all laziness. Though James is not a dedicated person, he dedicates himself to two things only- his friends, and Quidditch. From a young age, James has been sculpting himself to be the best Quidditch player he could be, finally deciding on the important position of seeker. Honestly, it is the only position he could play. He’s a conceited bastard with an attention seeking complex- at the end of the game he needs all eyes on him. That’s James Potter for you.
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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MOTHER: GISELLE ADAMS, HEALER, ORDER MEMBER, FORMER GRYFFINDOR
FATHER: DANIEL POTTER, AUROR, ORDER MEMBER (ADVANCE GUARD), GRYFFINDOR
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: HERO, GOLDEN BARN OWL
BIRTHPLACE: GODRIC’S HOLLOW, ENGLAND
CURRENT RESIDENCE: GODRIC’S HOLLOW, ENGLAND
OVERVIEW: TH I was born in 1959. Not really an ‘exciting’ year. And so began my younger years, the years of knocking my parents’ socks off and junior Quidditch leagues. I was raised on values that, thankfully, were right of mind. My parents, both Order Members, don’t believe in blood discrimination. It’s a cruel thing really. I mean…look at Evans! She’s a muggle and she’s still magnificent. A little rough around the edges, but a decent witch all the same. Anyways, my parents always made sure that I kept myself in check (I know it’s surprising to think that I was a vain kid, but it’s true).
Finally, in 1971, I boarded the express to Hogwarts. It was no small wonder I didn’t stop smiling the entire first week I was there- no family to pester me, and a new friend to boot! Sirius Black became my brother. Pretty badass guy- told me about how his entire family had been in Slytherin, and then he defied the standard and made it into Gryffindor with me! Let’s be honest, I wasn’t surprised to be sorted as a Lion. Both my parents were…I’m partially named for the founder for crying out loud! Anyways, being in the same year and same house, we spent virtually all our time together. When we met Lupin, it only got better. We made it through hours of boring classes by pranking professors and catapulting bits of parchment into an unsuspecting Lily Evans’ hair. We mapped the castle, grounds, and passages, sealing it into a most handy document for our free use. Pettigrew soon joined our little troupe, but he’s…different. Useful, but off his rocker. By our third year, we were running the school. Hell, we just bbecame Animagi in order to do so (and to help Lupin with his furry little problem).
Sixth year now, and with tightened security, it means that everything requires breaking rules. True, we’re all avid order supporters, but we’re not going to stop living our lives as we have. Hell, we’re locked in this castle- the least we can do is have a little fun. I’ll run my practices and catch my snitches, pop my bottles and roll my joints, and pass everything around to share. This is our school now, and as much as I don’t like to think about it, we won’t be here much longer. These are our last years of youth, for reality is harsh and cruel these days.
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
GUSHERS! NO, NO, NO... I HAVE A FRUIT BY THE FOOT[/color][/font]
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NAME/ALIAS: JIGGY
AGE: NINETEEN
EXPERIENCE: BEEN AROUND THESE PARTS TOO LONG
OTHER CHARACTERS: GWENOG IGRAINE JONES, HESTIA SIOBHAN JONES
ANYTHING ELSE?: <3
RP SAMPLE:Francis had always been the one that made the most level-headed decisions. Women aside (completely aside), he always knew the right thing to do, and when saying “right”, that does not necessarily mean “correct” or “good”, more “right” for the task at hand. If they were going to prank Professor Fuller, Francis would know that the “right” thing to do would be to go directly to his office, as his passwords were always easier to guess than the previous headmaster’s. James stood by his buddy’s decisions, as they rarely, if ever, led him astray. Now, though, James was starting to doubt the genius of his friend.
Glaring down at the panting lump of fur next to him, James crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you looking at?” He scowled at the mutt, a pit-bull mix, and then turned his attention back to the busy London street, which was now free for him to cross. “Come on then.” James tugged at the dog’s leash a little, and the pooch jumped up and started trotting across the street, its tongue hanging happily out of its mouth as it swung its head back and forth to observe absolutely everything that was going on around it.
The thing had appeared in his apartment about a week ago, a surprise gift from Francis. James had been unusually out of spirits recently, probably due to the amount of time Ellie had started spending at work. Their conversation about the meaning of their relationship seemed to come to no conclusion, so he’d been very stuck as to his feelings for her. He wasn’t a commitment kind of guy- what on earth had he been thinking? In seeing Ellie less, his mood got sour, only added to by his re-contracting with the Falcons. He’d been expecting a three-year contract, but had been given the standard one-year. His manager had expressly told him that three-year contracts weren’t handed out until three years of one-year contracts, but James was irked all the same. Hence why Francis dropped the fleabag in his home. He thought it would ‘cheer him up’.
James wasn’t very big on animals- he thought everyone knew that. The dog was constantly happy, and just stared at him with that blank look of joy as he panted and panted and panted his little heart out. It was a hassle to walk it every day, and feed it, and the first time James tried to wash it, it hopped right out of the bathtub and started sprinting soaping circles around his apartment. Most people laughed at his displeasure with the dog, knowing that he would warm up to it eventually. Secretly, James was, but he was a very proud individual, and didn’t want to push down his walls of dislike so easily.
It had come with a name (that Francis had surely picked just for fun)- Barney. James usually referred to it as “the dog” or some other name that had no affection. Despite James’ relative dislike for it, he still walked it every day, and Barney never tired of running circles around his owner. As the pair reached the other side of the street, though, Barney’s attention was directed elsewhere. With a great tug on the leash, the dog dragged James towards a young woman on the street corner, where he immediately began to sniff her ankles, barking at her in a most playful fashion.
TAGS: Poppy!
WORDS: 569
WEARING: Click!
NOTES: D’AWWWWW. They're in muggle london, near James' apartment.
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[/color][/font]HUFFLEPUFFS ARE PARTICULARLY GOOD
FINDERS! WHAT THE HELL IS A HUFFLEPUFF?[/color][/font]
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IT STARTED WITH THE POTTER PUPPET PALS. THEN CAME WIZARD WROCK. AND NOW? NOW WE HAVE A VERY POTTER MUSICAL, WHICH JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS APPLICATION, CREATED BY NONE OTHER THAN ``RAINBOW SNOWFLAKES AT CAUTION 2.0 ! THE TITLE QUOTES ARE FROM A VERY POTTER MUSICAL (OBVIOUSLY) AND IF YOU REMOVE THIS CREDIT SHE WILL DESTROY EVERY ZEFRON POSTER IN EXISTENCE, AIGHT? AWESOME. VOLDEMORT OUT, BITCHES!
