Awesome story by the way guys! can't wait to see what happens next!
Application:
Name: James Smith
Age (1st Years): early 12(thats still a first year right?)
Appearence: Bluish-Green eyes
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 131 pounds
Strengths: friendly, good morality, silver-tongued, quick wit, intelligent, ambidextrous
Weaknesses: a tad paranoid, can't get over his father's death, little practice with a wand
Likes: movies, books, learning about magic, history, nature,
Dislikes: spiders, death-eaters, giants
Pure Blood, Half Blood, or Muggle? Pure blood
Any Past Magical Training? sort of...
If so, what? Dad taught him, but discreetly( bio has more info)
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Biography:
James had been born in Florida, where he spent much of his early life till his father, an American dignitary, was relocated to England, his mother's homeland. His parents were both magical, but they didn't want to tell him about the wizarding world till he was older, believing that they would be able to protect him better. His dad had always played "Wizard vs.Wizard", a made up game where James had to defeat his dad by waving his pencil and shouting a bunch of random words. Whenever they played this game, James always felt a prickling sensation in his right hand that traveled up his arm as he pointed the pencil at his dad. James was as his teachers said "a good, studious little boy", with a quick mind and trustworthy smile which hid his most unique talent. His father had made him practice from an early age how to use his left hand as good as his right. He always said "It could save your life someday, son." James was certainly not the strongest in his class, but nor was he the weakest. He hated spiders, not because he was afraid of them, but he just didn't like them.
Unfortunately, his mother died of a rare disease when he was 11, leaving him and his father alone in the world. His father was so distraught from his wife's death that he asked for a temporary leave from the embassy, which was granted, so he and his son could recuperate from the loss. They had packed their bags and gone to a small hunting lodge on the outskirts of a large forest. They had spent a few days together fishing and hiking together gladly letting their grief roll away. One day after they had returned to the lodge after fishing, his father had been murdered by a man in a dark robe wearing a metal mask, and carrying a twig in his hand. The strange man hadn't been able to catch him, but he was able to blame his father's murder on him, making James a wanted criminal, who was on the run.
Unfortunately, his mother died of a rare disease when he was 11, leaving him and his father alone in the world. His father was so distraught from his wife's death that he asked for a temporary leave from the embassy, which was granted, so he and his son could recuperate from the loss. They had packed their bags and gone to a small hunting lodge on the outskirts of a large forest. They had spent a few days together fishing and hiking together gladly letting their grief roll away. One day after they had returned to the lodge after fishing, his father had been murdered by a man in a dark robe wearing a metal mask, and carrying a twig in his hand. The strange man hadn't been able to catch him, but he was able to blame his father's murder on him, making James a wanted criminal, who was on the run.
RP Sample:
sorry the example was so long I just kinda kept writing and couldn't stop...
James remembered the day quite vividly as he did almost every morning. The aching pain in his heart of having lost both his parents caused him to bend over clutching his chest, already seeing the horrible vision flash before his eyes.
*flashback*
"Hey dad, did you see that fish I caught today?!", a younger James said as he walked side by side with his father on their way back towards their little home near the forest. "Sure did, buddy. i can't believe you were actually able to reel that big guy in all b yourself!" replied his father, who inwardly grinning at how his son was so excited about pulling out his first fish.
"Can we go again tomorrow?" pleaded James, who desperately wanted to impress his dad even further. His dad looked down at his boy, walking beside him on the narrow dirt road next to the lush green forest. "Well, that depends..." his father said mischievously."Depends on what?" queried James, who kicked a pebble down the road and look up at his dad with an inquisitive look."Whether you can beat me back to the house!" yelled his dad playfully and started running towards the house. "That's not fair!" yelled James to his dad as he sprinted after him. The two laughed their way home and eventually stood on the doorstep panting for air. "I beat you!" declared James proudly, looking for to tomorrow when they went fishing again. "Yep, you sure did, sport." sighed James' dad. Kids, they are really something, he thought as he stepped into the cottage. He paused. something wasn't right.
He slowly reached for his wand as he stepped closer to James. James had noticed his father go rigid and reach for the stick that he kept on him at all times. James had always wondered what his dad expected do with that tiny thing. James then noticed a black swish of movement out of the corner of his eye. A menacing voice then said something like "crusieyo" and his father immediately fell to the floor, moaning and groaning in pain. James though it odd that his father had fallen to the floor when the stranger had said something about cruising. The voice's owner then stepped from the shadows dressed in a pitch black robe,with not a speck of lint on it, with the hood pulled over so only a shiny mask of a smiling man could be seen. The man in the mask let out an evil chuckle and repeated the word this time with glee. "Oh dear me, what have we here? John Smith? Is that you?" the man said in mock surprise. "Thought you could escape Graedic, did you?" questioned the man, obviously relishing the torture he was inflicting. James stood stock still, hardly being able to take in what he was seeing. Some man dressed in black robes wearing a mask was waving a twig at his father causing him pain. "Graedic is very angry with you John. He offered you power and glory and you just turned it down because you weren't willing to simply walk into the Ministry and then tell us what you saw. I mean, John cmon it would've been easy for you." The man then realizes that they are not alone. He sees a young boy ,maybe 12, standing feet away. He was dressed in jeans with a black track jacket on his shoulders and a simple brown shirt with paint smears covering it and brown timberland hiking boots. he wasn't moving, terrified, watching paralyzed at the horrific episode.
"My, my, John is he yours?" the man inquired menacingly. "Perhaps you'd like to see him die first." grinned the wicked man. "If you so much as breathe on him, I'll kill you! shouted James dad defiantly. "Ohh don't worry daddy, we're going to have a lot of fun...as soon as your out of the picture that is." laughed the wicked man gleefully."NO! Stay away from him!" his dad yelled savagely, ever so slowly crawling towards his wand. "Oh? Who's going to make me? Good-bye. Avada Kadavra-ooof!" Green and white lights blinded the occupants of the room for a few seconds."Run! James! RUN!!!...run...i..love...you.....run..." his father's head slowly sank to the floor of the cottage, eyes glazed over, looking at another world. "DAD!!! NO!" tears began pouring down James' face and he felt as if his whole right arm was on fire. He cast one last look at his father's limp body and then cast a look of pure hatred at the still stunned man. James clenched his fists in rage, but then remembering what his father said with his last few breaths, James turned to run, but then raced over to his father's corpse and closed his eyes. James then took his father's stick and grasped it firmly in his right hand. The fire raging in his arm subsided into a sort of tingle. The man grunted again. James turned, stick in hand, grabbed the emergency bag of supplies that his dad kept near the door at all times, inside it included two radios, food, water, James' diplomatic passport,a flaslight and a first aid kit. and ran into the forest.
James had heard about the stories of this old forest. How it had werewolves, vampires, centaurs, winged demon horses, and other mythical creatures that caused children to cower in their beds at night. James raced on and on. Never stopping. He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel anything for that matter. A calmness had come over him, nothing he had ever experienced before. He kept running, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. James smiled a bit in spite of all that had happened. He loved the rush he got from adrenaline. He kept running and running ever further into the dark forest. After running for what seemed like hours, James still had not come out of the forest and it was getting dark. James slowed his pace as heard rustling in the bushes to his right. James stood still his heart pounding at the cage it was trapped with all its might. A horse's head appeared from the brush. James relaxed. It was just a horse that had wings. A HORSE THAT HAD WINGS?! James did a double take and saw an undead looking horse appear from the brush with dark leathery wings folded on its sides. James stood still and reached for his father's stick. He felt the smooth grip and wrapped his hand tightly around it. The horse appeared bored with James. It simply gave a snort and turned away. James slowly relaxed himself. He peered at the horse longer. I must be going crazy, James thought, great now I'm talking to myself. James slowly backed away from the horse never taking his eyes from it.
He felt his way with his foot and soon the horse was out of site. James immediately raced away.
James ran for another minute till he was sure the horse...thing was not following him. He stopped to rest for awhile. He kept glancing over his shoulder, always felt as if there was a cold hand on his shoulder that disappeared when he turned around to investigate. James look towards the horizon back the way he had come and seeing no lights turned around to face the other way. Several small flickering lights danced in the distance. Fireflies are the most normal thing I've seen all night. James took a second look at the fireflies. Why they weren't fireflies! They were torches! Civilization. james sprinted towards the lights feeling his legs burning in protest at having to run again. James kept on though. He finally reached the edge of the forest, a welcome sight. Towering into the night sky stood a gigantic castle of obviously of considerable age. Perhaps it was a national monument of some sort that he simply couldn't recall.He did need a place to stay for the night though. Fresh tears began to trickle down his red cheeks as he remembered his father's dead body laying there. He started across the lawn only to have to sprint the rest of the way to avoid the sudden downpour. He found a door in the side of the wall and walked in. It was a storage room of some sort. There were some towels that when arranged correctly made a decent mattress. James sat down on the towels and, using his pack as a pillow, fell into a deep sleep.
*flashback*
"Hey dad, did you see that fish I caught today?!", a younger James said as he walked side by side with his father on their way back towards their little home near the forest. "Sure did, buddy. i can't believe you were actually able to reel that big guy in all b yourself!" replied his father, who inwardly grinning at how his son was so excited about pulling out his first fish.
"Can we go again tomorrow?" pleaded James, who desperately wanted to impress his dad even further. His dad looked down at his boy, walking beside him on the narrow dirt road next to the lush green forest. "Well, that depends..." his father said mischievously."Depends on what?" queried James, who kicked a pebble down the road and look up at his dad with an inquisitive look."Whether you can beat me back to the house!" yelled his dad playfully and started running towards the house. "That's not fair!" yelled James to his dad as he sprinted after him. The two laughed their way home and eventually stood on the doorstep panting for air. "I beat you!" declared James proudly, looking for to tomorrow when they went fishing again. "Yep, you sure did, sport." sighed James' dad. Kids, they are really something, he thought as he stepped into the cottage. He paused. something wasn't right.
He slowly reached for his wand as he stepped closer to James. James had noticed his father go rigid and reach for the stick that he kept on him at all times. James had always wondered what his dad expected do with that tiny thing. James then noticed a black swish of movement out of the corner of his eye. A menacing voice then said something like "crusieyo" and his father immediately fell to the floor, moaning and groaning in pain. James though it odd that his father had fallen to the floor when the stranger had said something about cruising. The voice's owner then stepped from the shadows dressed in a pitch black robe,with not a speck of lint on it, with the hood pulled over so only a shiny mask of a smiling man could be seen. The man in the mask let out an evil chuckle and repeated the word this time with glee. "Oh dear me, what have we here? John Smith? Is that you?" the man said in mock surprise. "Thought you could escape Graedic, did you?" questioned the man, obviously relishing the torture he was inflicting. James stood stock still, hardly being able to take in what he was seeing. Some man dressed in black robes wearing a mask was waving a twig at his father causing him pain. "Graedic is very angry with you John. He offered you power and glory and you just turned it down because you weren't willing to simply walk into the Ministry and then tell us what you saw. I mean, John cmon it would've been easy for you." The man then realizes that they are not alone. He sees a young boy ,maybe 12, standing feet away. He was dressed in jeans with a black track jacket on his shoulders and a simple brown shirt with paint smears covering it and brown timberland hiking boots. he wasn't moving, terrified, watching paralyzed at the horrific episode.
"My, my, John is he yours?" the man inquired menacingly. "Perhaps you'd like to see him die first." grinned the wicked man. "If you so much as breathe on him, I'll kill you! shouted James dad defiantly. "Ohh don't worry daddy, we're going to have a lot of fun...as soon as your out of the picture that is." laughed the wicked man gleefully."NO! Stay away from him!" his dad yelled savagely, ever so slowly crawling towards his wand. "Oh? Who's going to make me? Good-bye. Avada Kadavra-ooof!" Green and white lights blinded the occupants of the room for a few seconds."Run! James! RUN!!!...run...i..love...you.....run..." his father's head slowly sank to the floor of the cottage, eyes glazed over, looking at another world. "DAD!!! NO!" tears began pouring down James' face and he felt as if his whole right arm was on fire. He cast one last look at his father's limp body and then cast a look of pure hatred at the still stunned man. James clenched his fists in rage, but then remembering what his father said with his last few breaths, James turned to run, but then raced over to his father's corpse and closed his eyes. James then took his father's stick and grasped it firmly in his right hand. The fire raging in his arm subsided into a sort of tingle. The man grunted again. James turned, stick in hand, grabbed the emergency bag of supplies that his dad kept near the door at all times, inside it included two radios, food, water, James' diplomatic passport,a flaslight and a first aid kit. and ran into the forest.
James had heard about the stories of this old forest. How it had werewolves, vampires, centaurs, winged demon horses, and other mythical creatures that caused children to cower in their beds at night. James raced on and on. Never stopping. He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel anything for that matter. A calmness had come over him, nothing he had ever experienced before. He kept running, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. James smiled a bit in spite of all that had happened. He loved the rush he got from adrenaline. He kept running and running ever further into the dark forest. After running for what seemed like hours, James still had not come out of the forest and it was getting dark. James slowed his pace as heard rustling in the bushes to his right. James stood still his heart pounding at the cage it was trapped with all its might. A horse's head appeared from the brush. James relaxed. It was just a horse that had wings. A HORSE THAT HAD WINGS?! James did a double take and saw an undead looking horse appear from the brush with dark leathery wings folded on its sides. James stood still and reached for his father's stick. He felt the smooth grip and wrapped his hand tightly around it. The horse appeared bored with James. It simply gave a snort and turned away. James slowly relaxed himself. He peered at the horse longer. I must be going crazy, James thought, great now I'm talking to myself. James slowly backed away from the horse never taking his eyes from it.
He felt his way with his foot and soon the horse was out of site. James immediately raced away.
James ran for another minute till he was sure the horse...thing was not following him. He stopped to rest for awhile. He kept glancing over his shoulder, always felt as if there was a cold hand on his shoulder that disappeared when he turned around to investigate. James look towards the horizon back the way he had come and seeing no lights turned around to face the other way. Several small flickering lights danced in the distance. Fireflies are the most normal thing I've seen all night. James took a second look at the fireflies. Why they weren't fireflies! They were torches! Civilization. james sprinted towards the lights feeling his legs burning in protest at having to run again. James kept on though. He finally reached the edge of the forest, a welcome sight. Towering into the night sky stood a gigantic castle of obviously of considerable age. Perhaps it was a national monument of some sort that he simply couldn't recall.He did need a place to stay for the night though. Fresh tears began to trickle down his red cheeks as he remembered his father's dead body laying there. He started across the lawn only to have to sprint the rest of the way to avoid the sudden downpour. He found a door in the side of the wall and walked in. It was a storage room of some sort. There were some towels that when arranged correctly made a decent mattress. James sat down on the towels and, using his pack as a pillow, fell into a deep sleep.
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