Post by Harry Potter on Oct 2, 2009 11:10:41 GMT -5
[/b][/color] !> Harry James Potter<
"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."
>> Basic Information !Name:Harry James Potter
Nicknames: The Boy Who Lived || The Chosen One || Potter
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 31, 1980
Age: 42
Blood Status: Half-blood
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Canon/Original: Canon
Occupation: Head Auror
>> Appearance !Hair: Messy Black. Nothing he does can tame it
Eyes: Almond green, just like his mothers
Height: 5'10", he grew taller like his father
Weight: 145, although he gianed his father's height, Harry's still on the light side of the weighing scale, which works in his favor
Body type: Atheltic, He has a great body that's not overly buff from playing Quidditch in his youth, and his job as an Auror
Distinct features: The Lightning shaped scar on his forehead, Harry has also a faint scar on the back of his right hand which says "I must not tell lies." This scar was caused while Harry spent detentions with Dolores Umbridge, who forced him to use a quill that carved the words into the back of his hand. He also has an oval burn mark on his chest from where Hermione had to removed the Horcrux Locket.
Celebrity Face: James McAvoy
>> Personality !Likes: Quidditch || His Family || Being a Dad || Treacle Tarts || His Job || Helping Others
Dislikes: Dark Arts || His Fame || His Fame pushed on his kids || People bad Mouthing Severus Snape || Firewhiskey
Strengths: Flying || Defense Against the Dark Arts || Courageous
Weaknesses: His temper || His family || His friends || Potions
Habits: Pacing When stressed or thinking || Tapping his wand || He has what Hermione calls a 'Saving people thing' || Can't really tell his kids no
Secrets: Was almost put in Slytherin; Harry still fears the fact that he was that close to becoming like Voldemort and is still slightly fearful of that fact. he's only ever told Ginny what the Sorting hat said to him. || Harry still feels responsible for the Deaths during the Battle of Hogwarts || He keeps a Penny up on heads in his shoe for good luck
Boggart: A dementor; Harry has been discribed as only fearing Fear itself. But because his Boggart is a Dementor, it forces him to relive his worse memories, of which are his Parents deaths, along with the Deaths of Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Hedwig, Mad-Eye Moody, and when Ron deserted him and Hermione on their search for the remaining Horcruxes.
Patronus: A Stag; The happiest Memory Harry has is his wedding day to Ginny and the Birth of his three children.
Mirror of Erised: What Harry desires more than anything in the world hasn't changed from when he was a young eleven year old boy. He still sees himself surrounded by his mother and father, along with the rest of the Potters. The only difference would be that now it includes the Weasleys, along with Remus Lupin, Ted Lupin, and Sirius Black.
>> Background
Parents: James Potter, 21, Deceased
Lily Potter, 21, Deceased
Siblings:None
Extended Family: Ginerva Molly Potter, 41, Senior Quidditch Correspondent for the Daily Prophet - Wife
James Sirius Potter, 17, Student - Son
Albus Severus Potter, 16, student - Son
Lily Luna Potter, 15, Student - Daughter
The Weasleys
Pets: The Family Cat, Micky || A Snow Owl, Aurora
Biography:
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name: Tina
Age: 20
Gender: female
Experience: 10 yrs (yeah, I had no live >,<0
Why you joined: Because the site looks interesting.
Anything else: Nope
RP Sample:write a narrative of the character you are applying as
I wrote my RP sample to go with Ginny's. I hope that is okay.
Harry could remember how he felt the previous two years when they had seen first James, and then Albus off to Hogwarts. He had thought he'd been mentally prepared for both of his boys to go off and be fine with it. Both times he had been proven wrong. And this time was no exception. If anything, Harry found this one to be even more emotional than the others for obvious reasons. The first and Foremost one being that his little Baby Girl was the one being sent off. He had to swallow the lump in his throat as he waved from the platform, the three smiling faces of his children vanishing around the corner.
"Oh Harry, before we know it their going to be getting married and having their own babies."
A slight chuckle escaped him as he put his arm around his wife, pulling her closer to his body. He could have said something more along the line of 'your just being paranoid, Ginny' or something else reassuring. But instead, he thought he would be a bit more playful. "I hope not, I'm too young to be a Grandpa." he said. He chuckled softly as Ginny slapped him in the chest. He pouted slightly, rubbing where she had slapped him pretending that she had hurt him. "The kids are gone and you start abusing me. You could at least wait until we're in the car and not do so in public." he said playfully. He grinned at her words, running a hand through his hair.
The simple act made his father suddenly appear in his head. Tall, messy black hair, and quite cocky. He smiled, taking his wife's hand and walked with her in a comfortable silence back to the car. Although they could Apparate, they drove the Car for the kids, Albus and Lily being to young to Apparate. And Harry didn't like the sensation one received from that particular type of transportation. Sitting behind the wheel, he started the car up and began the hour long drive home. He took a sideways glance at his wife, smiling lightly as he saw her asleep. Reaching over lightly, he brushed out a strand of hair from her face and behind her ear. When they arrived home, he gently shook her awake, "We're home, Love."
When she woke and they were inside, Ginny started again with the kids. He rolled his eyes, laughing as he made his way into the kitchen. Harry agreed to a simple lunch of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, quickly filling out a form for work that he had to turn into the Minister of Magic. He sent the form out quickly with his own Personal Owl, Aurora. He would then make his way into the Living, thinking about how quiet it was when Ginny spoke his thoughts. A small smile appeared on his features. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around her and placing his chin on her hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her hair.
"Don't worry love, they'll be home for Christmas soon." he told her reassuringly. He smiled when she kissed him on the cheek. Harry wasn't one for big displays of affection. Something that could be blamed for his early life with the Dursley's. He found more pleasure in the smaller gestures. He vaguely heard his wife asking him about dinner at the Burrow. He had been falling asleep; Ginny's Body heat, having a full stomach, and a rather long work night working against him in the early afternoon hours.
"Sounds good. I wonder if any of the others are going," he mused aloud, nodding his head. He stood up and stretched as his wife went to give her mother their response. He scratched the back of his head as he looked down, a soft meow catching his attention. He breifly saw the family cat, Micky going up the steps with a work paper from his desk. "Micky!" he said, taking off after the cat.
"Oh Harry, before we know it their going to be getting married and having their own babies."
A slight chuckle escaped him as he put his arm around his wife, pulling her closer to his body. He could have said something more along the line of 'your just being paranoid, Ginny' or something else reassuring. But instead, he thought he would be a bit more playful. "I hope not, I'm too young to be a Grandpa." he said. He chuckled softly as Ginny slapped him in the chest. He pouted slightly, rubbing where she had slapped him pretending that she had hurt him. "The kids are gone and you start abusing me. You could at least wait until we're in the car and not do so in public." he said playfully. He grinned at her words, running a hand through his hair.
The simple act made his father suddenly appear in his head. Tall, messy black hair, and quite cocky. He smiled, taking his wife's hand and walked with her in a comfortable silence back to the car. Although they could Apparate, they drove the Car for the kids, Albus and Lily being to young to Apparate. And Harry didn't like the sensation one received from that particular type of transportation. Sitting behind the wheel, he started the car up and began the hour long drive home. He took a sideways glance at his wife, smiling lightly as he saw her asleep. Reaching over lightly, he brushed out a strand of hair from her face and behind her ear. When they arrived home, he gently shook her awake, "We're home, Love."
When she woke and they were inside, Ginny started again with the kids. He rolled his eyes, laughing as he made his way into the kitchen. Harry agreed to a simple lunch of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, quickly filling out a form for work that he had to turn into the Minister of Magic. He sent the form out quickly with his own Personal Owl, Aurora. He would then make his way into the Living, thinking about how quiet it was when Ginny spoke his thoughts. A small smile appeared on his features. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around her and placing his chin on her hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her hair.
"Don't worry love, they'll be home for Christmas soon." he told her reassuringly. He smiled when she kissed him on the cheek. Harry wasn't one for big displays of affection. Something that could be blamed for his early life with the Dursley's. He found more pleasure in the smaller gestures. He vaguely heard his wife asking him about dinner at the Burrow. He had been falling asleep; Ginny's Body heat, having a full stomach, and a rather long work night working against him in the early afternoon hours.
"Sounds good. I wonder if any of the others are going," he mused aloud, nodding his head. He stood up and stretched as his wife went to give her mother their response. He scratched the back of his head as he looked down, a soft meow catching his attention. He breifly saw the family cat, Micky going up the steps with a work paper from his desk. "Micky!" he said, taking off after the cat.
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