Post by kt on Mar 21, 2010 18:07:20 GMT
JAMESSIRIUSPOTTER
hello? it's me, Katie here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm seventeen and i've been around this roleplay world for about four years. i stumbled about here thanks to paradise pier.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color]1st April
full nameJames Sirius Potter
nicknamesJamie, Jay
age17
date of birth
year and house of preferencegryffindor seventh
bloodline[/color]half
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color]6ft - 6ft1
height
weight[/color]165 - 170lb.
hair colour[/color]dark brown to black
eye colour[/color]brown
skin tone[/color]pale to tan
play-by[/color]Ben Barnes
Despite being part Potter part Weasley, James doesn't look much like either of his parents although he is closer to being Weasley then he is to Potter. The only trait that can be linked back to his Father is his hair which is dark, almost black however it is a few shades darker then Harrys had been. James is very grateful he did not inherit the ginger gene like his Mother and sister. Like both his parents, his hair is a little on the wild side also, not easily controlled and since he rarely bothers to cut it, it falls to his shoulders in a wavy mess which his Mother is always begging him to let her cut.
This is where the similarities to his famous Father ends. His eyes are, in his opinion, a mundane brown colour. To any girl that fancies herself in love with him, they are the colour of melted luxurious chocolate but he disagrees. Boring flat brown is all he sees. He wishes he inherited his Father's green eyes but alas that went to his younger brother.
He also inherited the figure of the male Weasleys. He is tall, towering well above the height of the rest of his family yet this has the unfortunately makes him lanky like his Weasley Uncles and his Father at his age. His build is slim, due to his active lifestyles and an abundance of energy and the many years playing Quidditch have left him somewhat toned in the muscle department.
James prefers to be clean shaven, detesting hair on his face simply because it makes him itch. However at times he forgets to shave and ends up with a slight stubble covering his jaw, something which soon drives him mad and has to be removed. Luckily the hair does not grow back too quickly.
Apart from when at Hogwarts and in his wizard robes, James prefers to wear muggle clothing. Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, checked shirts and a battered old leather jacket he is very proud of. He rarely looks smart or organised preferring a laid back look.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color]Harry James Potter
father
mother[/color]Ginerva Potter (nee Weasley)
siblings[/color] Albus Severus Potter & Lilly Luna Potter
spouses[/color]n/a
offspring[/color]n/a
other relations[/color]
James Potter I (paternal grandfather, deceased)
Lily Potter (née Evans) (paternal grandmother, deceased)
Arthur Weasley (maternal grandfather)
Molly Weasley (maternal grandmother)
Ron Weasley (uncle)
Hermione Granger (aunt)
Fred Weasley (uncle, deceased)
George Weasley (uncle)
Angelina Weasley (aunt)
Percy Weasley (uncle)
Rose Weasley (cousin)
Hugo Weasley (cousin)
Fred Weasley (cousin)
Roxanne Weasley (cousin)
Molly Weasley (cousin)
____ Weasley (cousin)
Dominique Weasley (cousin)
Louis Weasley (cousin)
James Sirius Potter is the eldest child of the famous Harry Potter and his wife Ginny Weasley. Every wizard and witch knew the story of his Father, Harry, but all of this was insignificant as James grew up. To him his parents were still his parents, the people who loved him and protected. The people who shaped him into the person he was today with their guidance and advice.
Growing up, James could not have asked for a better childhood. His birth was soon followed by that of his brother and then a few years later, his sisters. He always had their company to keep him amused and if they were not enough the large family his Mother came from ensured him of many cousins, uncles and aunts whose company he also very frequently enjoyed.
It became clear as James grew up that he had inherited the personality of both his name sakes, James Potter and Sirius Black and his uncles Fred and George Weasley. This meant that he was often in mischief and trouble from his latest idea to have a bit of fun. He often tried to include Albus and Lilly in these plans but it seemed he always took the blame.
He also really enjoyed winding up Albus simply because it was so easy to do. No matter how much Albus was told to ignore him he always fell for whatever James told him, something of great amusement for James. Despite this, being the eldest he was and still is protective over his younger siblings, always sticking up for them and trying to take their fights.
James' childhood was filled with laughter and games. He learnt to fly a broom at a young age and soon discover a talent as a chaser in quidditch, his favourite sport. Unlike his father, he always knew where he belonged and was always surrounded by family and friends.
He was the first of his siblings to attend Hogwarts and it was no surprise when he was sorted into the Gryffindor house. Within his first few years he gained a place on the quidditch team, something helped by the Potter name and his Weasley family links. He was by no means a hard working student however. He was intelligent enough to gain decent marks by as little work as possible. He never made prefect or headboy and often found himself in detention, or more appropriately looking for ways out of detention. He was happy and somewhat popular though, something gained through his reputation as the class clown.
James isn't sure what he would like to do once he has finished Hogwarts. His dream would be to be a professional quidditch player or to invent products for his Uncle's joke shop. He intends to just see what happens.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] Not yet.
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color] YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
roleplay sample
James looked in the mirror in his bedroom one last time, running a hand through his hair before turning to look around his room one last time. The bed wasn't made and most of his clothing seem to be everywhere but the draws and wardrobe where they were supposed to be. In fact most of his possessions seemed to be strewn here and there where he just left them, being too lazy to put them away. He knew however that when he returned after his seventh and final year at Hogwarts his Mother would have come along and put everything back in his place.
It felt strange to think this would be the last time he would pack his trunk with all his belongings, lock his eagle owl in his cage and prepare to leave the house until his returned at Christmas. This would be the last time he would think with both excitement and apprehension about the coming year and what it would bring. Of course his years at Hogwarts had been on the whole much quieter this his Fathers had been but that did not mean he didn't have his own challenges to face.
Turning around he quickly left his room and bounded down the stairs and past his brother, whose head he flicked. His trunk and his owl, Dumbledore, were already packed in the car ready to go. He entered the kitchen where a pile of toast were waiting, prepared by his Mother for the rest of the family. He sat down and grabbed several, spreading them generously with butter before downing both in a couple of bites. He then continue to sit there, sipping at a mug of hot tea as he listened to the bustle of the rest of his family get ready.
Finally it was time to go and the five of them packed into the car. The drive
It felt strange to think this would be the last time he would pack his trunk with all his belongings, lock his eagle owl in his cage and prepare to leave the house until his returned at Christmas. This would be the last time he would think with both excitement and apprehension about the coming year and what it would bring. Of course his years at Hogwarts had been on the whole much quieter this his Fathers had been but that did not mean he didn't have his own challenges to face.
Turning around he quickly left his room and bounded down the stairs and past his brother, whose head he flicked. His trunk and his owl, Dumbledore, were already packed in the car ready to go. He entered the kitchen where a pile of toast were waiting, prepared by his Mother for the rest of the family. He sat down and grabbed several, spreading them generously with butter before downing both in a couple of bites. He then continue to sit there, sipping at a mug of hot tea as he listened to the bustle of the rest of his family get ready.
Finally it was time to go and the five of them packed into the car. The drive
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credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
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