Post by Tormund Wood on Sept 20, 2009 23:49:51 GMT -5
[/b][/color] !> Tormund Oliver Wood <
"This world can turn me down
But I won't turn away
And I won't duck and run
Cause I'm not built that way.
When everything is gone there is nothing left to fear.
The world cannot bring me down
No cause I am already here, oh no!"
>> Basic Information !Name: Tormund Oliver Wood
Nicknames: Tor
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 1
Age: 16
Blood Status: pureblood
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Canon/Original: Canon
Occupation: Student
>> Appearance !Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180
Body type: Athletic
Distinct features: physical abnormalities, tattoos, piercings, etc.
Celebrity Face: Unknown male
>> Personality !Likes:
- Playing Quidditch
- his parents
- DADA
- Wizarding sweets
- Hogsmeade trips
- spending time with his Grandparents
- exploring the grounds at night
- Hearing stories about the battle for Hogwarts
- any/all of his current girlfriends
- Puddlemere United
- Attending his Father's Quidditch practices
Dislikes:
- People dating him because they want to get close to his father
- The mobs around his father whenever he's in public
- Being caught out of bed
- The Chuddley Canons
- Hearing the wizard with the hairy heart ("It's just not right!")
- Being dumped
Strengths:
- Playing Keeper
- DADA
- His love for his family
- Finding loopholes
- His ability to keep secrets
- Passion (mainly used when playing Quidditch)
- His courage to stand up for what is right
Weaknesses:
- His love for his family
- History of magic
- His loyalty (can get him hurt extremely hurt)
- Cooking
- Horticulture
- Remembering names
- His competitiveness
Habits:
- running a hand through his hair when he’s nervous
- sucking on the top of his quill when he’s trying to think
- Is known to beat himself up after a loss like his father
- Threatening to hex a whole mob against the law
- Repecting all adults
- Well mannered
Secrets:
- He used to be scared of heights
- He fears that his sister will fall in love with someone who will hurt her
Boggart:The death of his parents
Patronus: Meeting his Quidditch idols in person (His father's teammates)
Mirror of Erised: To play Proffesional Quidditch for Puddlemore United like his Dad
>> Background
Parents: Father: Oliver Wood, 46 , Quidditch Player for Puddlemere United
Mother: Lena Wood, 43, Daily Prophet Reporter
Siblings: Naria Wood;; 15;; Slytherin;; Student
Extended Family:Mr. & Mrs. Wood- Grand parents Retired, unknown age
Pets: Male Barn owl by the name of Ben
Biography:Tormund was born sixteen years ago on September first to Oliver and Lena Wood. The two lovebirds had met at one of his father’s games. His mother had been told to write an article on the game. She went to talk to him after the game on his thoughts and they somehow ended up dating. After several dates, several years, and two proposals he was the result. He kept his parents up quite a bit as a wee babe but then again what baby could help that? About a year after he was born his parents had another kid, this time a baby girl which they named Naria. She was born on Christmas day.
Naria often got into Tor’s things as a toddler and he completly freaked, it wasn’t that he was a neat-freak it was just the fact that SHE was touching his things. When the two siblings were older their parents would take one of them with them to wherever they went over the summer holidays. He often found himself traveling to his father’s Quidditch practices than going to France with his mother. Despite the fact that they spent equal time with their parents Tor was particularly fond of his father, like Naria was of their mother. Around the age of seven he began showing magical signs, the most memorable thing that happened had to be the first time he had ever showed magical signs and had somehow apparated from the stands to the back of his father’s broom during one of Oliver’s Quidditch practices.
On the summer before his eleventh birthday he received a letter from Hogwarts saying that he had been accepted to Hogwarts. His parents made a big fuss of him and told him loads of stories about Hogwarts including the story of the battle of Hogwarts. His father also said that he wouldn’t be surprised if Tor made his house Quidditch team as he seemed to have inherited his father’s skill at the popular wizarding sport. About a week before Tormund had to go take the Hogwart’s Express they headed off to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies. One of the first things he wanted to get was his wand. He practically dragged his parents to Oliander’s where he tried at least thirty wands before being chosen by a 15” redwood wand with a unicorn hair core.
On his eleventh birthday his parents helped him pack up the last minute things in his trunk and made sure that he had everything he’d need for the school year (including loads of clean undies). Once his trunk was packed they took him to Kings Cross station. Like anyone else he flinched as he went through the barrier, but luckily he had gone through the barrier with his father so they had just continued going through the barrier. He got hugs and kisses from his parents as well as gave his younger sister a hug and a promise to tell her all about Hogwarts when he returned for the Christmas holidays before getting on the train. He ended up coming home during every school holidays. He passed the year with flying colors but that’s what happens when you do as much as you can and then ask your smart friends for help with the rest.
Soon the year passed and it was once again Summer. His sister got her Hogwarts letter and he got a letter from Hogwarts with the supplies he needed for his next year at Hogwarts. He began to bring his broomstick to school as well. He passed the next three years all right, and he even got 11 out of 13 O.W.Ls. His parents were actually quite impressed at his results considering he wasn’t the brightest two watt lightbulb.
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name:Seiji
Age:15
Gender:N/A
Experience:1 year +
Why you joined:Read the ad and it sounded interesting
Anything else:N/A
RP Sample:write a narrative of the character you are applying as
A brown haired boy walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. He wore a green T-shirt coveredby a black hoodie. Over his legs he wore a pair of viege pants, his 15” redwood wand tucked in its beltloop. The handle of the wand was completely covered by his black hoodie. In his hand he threw a pouch up and down in the air which contained a whole bunch of galleons, sickles and knuts. It was quite obvious that the adolescent boy had just come from Gringotts, the wizarding bank.
He stopped suddenly in front of a shop where a huge crowd of young wizard’s and witches mobbed around, the sign barely visible in the throng. His deep brown eyes read the sign just to make sure that he had the right shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies the sign read. Yup, this was the place alright but why the massive amount of people at the front of the shop? ”Hey! Look over there! It’s Wood! Oliver Wood, keeper for Puddlemore United!” Things finally made sense now, it wasn’t the shop’ merchandise that was popular today, but the customers.
He swiftly and indiscreetly pulled his hood over his face and worked his way through the crowd to the shop’s main entrance, his eyes focusing on his feet so no one would see his face and recognise him as the son of Oliver Wood. It wasn’t the fact that he was ashamed of being his son, it was more the fact that he was sick of all the attention his Dad was given whenever they were out in the wizarding public. When he got to the door he yanked it open and stepped through it allowing it to close after him. Much to his dismay the shop had more people inside of it than what the street held outside. Off to the corner an old fella wore the navy blue robes with two golden bulrushes of Puddlemore United, and was obviously trying to catch his father’s attention.
He must have been looking at the older male too long or something because he heard someone holler, “Hey look! It’s Wood’s son!” That was when he pushed down his hood and fought his way through the crowd to his father, who he knew would fight the mob away from his only son. Sure he was sixteen, but you could never get used to mobs as each and everyone found a different way to exceed the previous one in craziness. When he reached his father he withdrew his unicorn hair, redwood wand and pointed it at the proceeding crowd. “Back off or I’ll hex you!” It was one of the beauties of the trace’s loophole, as long as he was around someone of age he could get away with underage magic as the ministry would have thought that it was the person of age using magic around him. Slowly the crowd calmed down and thinned, allowing Tor and Oliver to talk about different Quidditch supplies that Tormund needed for the upcoming year.
He stopped suddenly in front of a shop where a huge crowd of young wizard’s and witches mobbed around, the sign barely visible in the throng. His deep brown eyes read the sign just to make sure that he had the right shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies the sign read. Yup, this was the place alright but why the massive amount of people at the front of the shop? ”Hey! Look over there! It’s Wood! Oliver Wood, keeper for Puddlemore United!” Things finally made sense now, it wasn’t the shop’ merchandise that was popular today, but the customers.
He swiftly and indiscreetly pulled his hood over his face and worked his way through the crowd to the shop’s main entrance, his eyes focusing on his feet so no one would see his face and recognise him as the son of Oliver Wood. It wasn’t the fact that he was ashamed of being his son, it was more the fact that he was sick of all the attention his Dad was given whenever they were out in the wizarding public. When he got to the door he yanked it open and stepped through it allowing it to close after him. Much to his dismay the shop had more people inside of it than what the street held outside. Off to the corner an old fella wore the navy blue robes with two golden bulrushes of Puddlemore United, and was obviously trying to catch his father’s attention.
He must have been looking at the older male too long or something because he heard someone holler, “Hey look! It’s Wood’s son!” That was when he pushed down his hood and fought his way through the crowd to his father, who he knew would fight the mob away from his only son. Sure he was sixteen, but you could never get used to mobs as each and everyone found a different way to exceed the previous one in craziness. When he reached his father he withdrew his unicorn hair, redwood wand and pointed it at the proceeding crowd. “Back off or I’ll hex you!” It was one of the beauties of the trace’s loophole, as long as he was around someone of age he could get away with underage magic as the ministry would have thought that it was the person of age using magic around him. Slowly the crowd calmed down and thinned, allowing Tor and Oliver to talk about different Quidditch supplies that Tormund needed for the upcoming year.
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