Post by wes on Dec 12, 2009 21:26:55 GMT
WESLEYANDREWCORNER
hello? it's me, tei here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm 19 and i've been around this roleplay world for about 4 yrs. i stumbled about here thanks to ProBoards Support (i think) with my friend Dizzy Nott.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] april 1st
full name wesley andrew corner
nicknames wes, the joker, the annoying one
age seventeen
date of birth
year and house of preference seventh, hufflepuff
bloodline[/color] halfblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 6'2"
height
weight[/color] 185 lbs ("and it's all muscle ...besides the bones and all that")
hair colour[/color] dirty blonde
eye colour[/color] green
skin tone[/color] natural slight tan
play-by[/color] alex pettyfer
Like every other seventeen year-old guy, Wes has gone through puberty rather quickly, but unlike a lot of seventeen year old males, puberty did Wesley well. What used to be chubby cheeks and baby fat, was now a chiselled chin and perfectly cut muscle. Though he is muscular, it isn’t over done, being seeker for the Hufflepuff quidditch team means he has to be sleek, so he can move as quickly as he can. He’s rather tall, standing at six feet and two inches. He always has a tan, as he spends most of his time outside, practising quidditch with his pals.
His hair is dirty blond and the length varies, it’s short when he actually takes the time to cut it, and it’s shaggy after a few weeks because it grows fast. His hair is always in disarray and it’s never where it should be, sex-hair, everyone calls it. He has beautiful green eyes, and dimples when he smiles. He has a total of seven tattoos, his favorites being the Celtic cross on his chest, Arabic script on the inside of his right arm, the phrase ‘what goes around comes around’ on his right shoulder, ‘ER’ with interlinking hearts on his right wrist and Kanji script on his lower waist. All this stuff to the right, and oddly enough, he’s left-handed.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] michael corner
father
mother[/color] laura corner (nee madley)
siblings[/color] none
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color] none
other relations[/color] Wesley Merridew(grandfather, mother's side) ;; Jeana Merridew (grandmother mother's side) ;; Bridget Folley (aunt, mother's sister) ;; Adam Folley (uncle, married mother's sister) ;;
It never occurred to anyone that the boy born on April first to Michael and Laura Corner would live up to his birthday. It only seemed a coincidence that this child didn’t cry, but laughed as he came out of the womb. Well, not really, but anyone who saw him when he was younger would’ve guessed it. Wesley grew up a happy, smiling child. He played around and laughed most of his childhood, and his excitement for everything was contagious. Whenever he was around people were always smiling and laughing. He was the cutest little kid, with the biggest dimples, the shiniest teeth and the eyes that always twinkled with wonder and mirth.
Most of that carried over to his school years. He was sorted into Hufflepuff, not only because he was friendly and funny, and fun to be around, but because he was a hard-worker, who never did anything half-way. He made friends quickly, and enemies just as quickly. Apparently, some of the other students thought that his carefree, nonchalantness was annoying. He took up the position of Seeker for his house’s quidditch team when their Seeker and reserve graduated. Though he wasn’t the smartest kid, Wes always did his best in everything and got good enough marks to be just above average. The teachers like him because he works hard, the students like(or hate him) because, around them, he’s carefree and more ‘go with the flow,’ cracking jokes and witty, sarcastic remarks to make everyone laugh.
Wesley was, to be frank, surprised when his little cousin was born in Wes’ second year, without any magical abilities at all. Nevertheless, Wes accepted Keifer like he was his brother, he was the closest thing to a sibling that Wesley had. He was torn apart when Keifer died after he got hit by a car when he was chasing a ball across the street in front of his house. Wesley suddenly, wasn’t Wesley anymore.
He didn’t make jokes, he didn’t smile. For his whole 6th year Wesley didn’t crack a smile, he didn’t make jokes, and he didn’t flirt. Even his parents got fed up. They made him spend the whole summer in therapy, and told him that if he didn’t get better, he wouldn’t be able to play quidditch anymore. The treatment helped, somewhat. Wesley started acting a little more like himself. He was making jokes and laughing, but it never really reached his eyes. When he got on the Hogwarts Express, his friends were anxious; they hadn’t seen him all summer. They were glad, to say the least, to know that some of the real Wesley was back. Not all there, but BACK.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] yeupperz !
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 stole it from Diz
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
If there was an award for being lazy and waking up late, Dizaeria Nott would have it in the bag. On normal class days, she was forced to get up, but on days she had free, you’d most likely find her in her bed until noon. She was a big fan of just sitting around and doing nothing, exactly what she intended to do for most of this day. She had no assignments and she wasn’t feeling up to wandering around and seeing if she could find anything to do. No, this Sunday felt like a lazy one, like many were.
With a grunt and a sigh, Dizzy threw her green sheets off her body and yawned twice before actually getting off her bed. She contemplated on going back to sleep, but when she heard whispers outside the door, she knew she needed to get up and at least get dressed. She dragged herself around, throwing on whatever smelled clean. She was pretty sure the jeans she grabbed weren’t hers, they were a little too tight on her butt, and the shirt had been stuffed under a pile of underwear. Yeah, the room needed cleaning. She wasn’t a fan of doing such things, since at home, someone did it for her. She had hoped her roommates would do it, but they refused to pick up her mess on top of theirs. She supposed it was just the way things went, but it was the end of their second week, and she was already stuck with a messy room. She decided to clean it next weekend, possibly, if she felt like it.
After checking to make sure she didn’t look completely horrendous in the hair department, she grabbed the closest eyeliner, which happened to be black, and lipstick, and that made up her effort to get ready. She sprayed herself with something she found on the floor that smelled good, to cover up her smell that she wasn’t quite sure was there. She then changed her shirt and brushed her hair again until it was the best she could get it, and popped in a headband to compensate for her lack of accessories. She hated that she needed everything to be perfect, she blamed her mother for it.
She was still pulling on her socks when she made her way through the common room with her shoes under her arms. She nodded quick hellos as she went by and slipped on her shoes just as she went into the kitchens and grabbed an apple before going back down to the dungeons to see what excitement she could find there. When she reached the common room again, she found a few people sitting here and there, not really doing much. With another sigh and a bite into her apple, she slopped down on a couch and put her feet up. She’d let excitement come to her.
She amused herself by spinning the apple core around and around while holding the stem. She probably looked ridiculous, but she really didn’t care. She had a rep, and she knew nothing so stupid as spinning an apple core would do anything to hurt it, until the stem gave out and the core fell unto her. She laughed loudly and the people that were in the room looked at her. “Hey, they’re not my pants!” she said just as loud and started to wonder whose pants they were. She was getting really bored, and she hoped someone would have something to say to her soon.
TAGGED ! Open
WORDS ! five-nine-one
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! any Slytherins around?
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
new album; brand new eyes![/font]