Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 2, 2010 21:05:06 GMT
JONATHANRICHARDHARDCASTLE
hello? it's me, lucy here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm eighteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about three years or so. i stumbled about here thanks to an ad on another site with my friend(s) not applicable.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] july 13th
full name jonathan richard hardcastle
nicknames jon, jonny, anything along those lines.
age sixteen
date of birth
year and house of preference sixth // ravenclaw
bloodline[/color] pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'11''
height
weight[/color] 180 lbs
hair colour[/color] brown
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] olive
play-by[/color] james franco
Jonathan’s hair has a mind of its own. When he has it long, which he normally does during the winter to keep his noggin warm, his chestnut brown hair curls and goes in just about every direction. When outdoors, he’ll cover what he calls his ‘fro’ with a beanie or something equivalent. He used to put products in it when he was younger and far more self-conscious but now he simply is too lazy to try and do anything with it - hence why he keeps it short for most of the year. Now, we’re not talking buzz cut or anything, but he keeps it just short enough so that it looks wavy rather than curly. During the warmer seasons, when he spends more time outdoors, his hair lightens a shade or two but its nothing too significant
He has almond shaped eyes with heavy lids and normally has bags under his eyes for various reasons - usually from not sleeping well because he has a slight case of insomnia. He has a thick, healthy brow line which easily turns into a unibrow if he doesn’t pluck them (yes, he does this all the time because he rightfully believes that a unibrow makes him look like a Neanderthal). His eyes are plain old brown, there isn’t much special about them, except that they tend to be a little bloodshot most of the time, mainly for the same reason he usually has bags, those darn sleeping problems.
The sixteen year old has a long, oval-shaped face with a fairly strong jawline which he likes to think makes him look a little more ‘rugged.’ He normally has a good amount of stuble along his jawline and upper lip...not because he thinks it looks cool or anything but mainly because he’s just too lazy to worry about that sort of thing. He tried to grow a beard once, figured it’d be easier than shaving, but it came in patches and made him look ridiculous, so he has yet to try again. His complexion is generally clear, except for the pimples he gets right along his hair line but those usually aren’t visible to the generally public, thankfully.
His nose is by far his biggest feature, long and bulbous, and that’s something he’s gotten used to over the years. He has a very thin upper lip, which turns even thinner when he smiles, and has a fuller bottom lip but it would hardly be called “full” by any means. His teeth are slightly crooked, though they are white in colo
His style changes all the time, between wizarding robes and muggle clothing. The one thing that remains consistent is that he likes to dress well. He enjoys wearing dress robes as well as button up shirts with khakis or a nice sweater and tie. His father always told him that the first two things that someone will judge you on is your handshake and how you dress; he’s taken that to heart. He enjoys solid clothing, patterns aren’t really his thing, and he likes them to be in plain colors such as black, white, navy, gray, etc. He doesn’t make audacious statements with his dressing style, he simply wants people to know that he does know how to take care of himself.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Mark Hardcastle, 39, Historian/Journalist
father
mother[/color] Linda [Coxe] Hardcastle, 37, MoM worker, Department of Magical Games and Sports
siblings[/color] Alyson Hardcastle, 14, Student
spouses[/color] N/A
offspring[/color] N/A
other relations[/color] N/A
Linda Coxe and Mark Hardcastle met during their schoolyears at Hogwarts. They were both members of the Ravenclaw house but were two years apart in age. They began dating while Mark was in his sixth year and Linda was in her fourth. They had a bit of a hiatus once he graduated since they were only able to communicate through letters and see each other on holidays. They still did both of these things but they were allowed to date other people while they were waiting for Linda to finish up school. Mark never dated anyone else, he simply threw himself into his work while Linda had a few flings with some of the guys that were still at school. She never had any intentions of having anything serious, knowing that she really did love Mark. Almost immediately after she graduated, the two got married. They both focused on their jobs, quite content with their small farmhouse in Manchester. They hadn’t exactly been planning on having children, but Jonathan was their ‘miracle,’ as they liked to call him. They spoiled their firstborn like most parents do, though his father seemed to develop a better relationship with his son at the early stages of his life. A couple years later, Alyson was born. Jonathan adored his little sister from the beginning, though of course he felt small pangs of jealousy when she began getting the bulk of their parents’ attention, especially Linda’s.
As Jonathan and Alyson both grew older, they became closer and John quickly became a stereotypical overprotective brother. They were best friends and did just about everything together, especially because there weren’t many other magical folk in the area. He became closer with his father during this period, probably because his father was able to work from home while his mother was always off at work it seemed - working late hours most of the time. It may have been spending this much time around his father that gave him the desire to learn; he was always interested in hearing the things his father was writing about or what sort of history he was studying. When he was ten years old, he started writing in a journal every night and still holds the habit to this day. He would write down new words or words that he particularly enjoyed, random thoughts, quotes, and really anything that inspired him. When he received his letter from Hogwarts he began getting anxious, wondering how his parents would react if he was sorted into a house other than Ravenclaw...he hadn’t even thought of that possibility before. On September 1st he left for Hogwarts, anxious and nervous.
After he got used to being away from home, Jonathan began to feel incredibly comfortable at Hogwarts - soon viewing it as a second home as most students do. He had of course been looking forward to the classes the most, his desire to learn outshone his desire for new friends. Of course, he made some friends, mainly in his own house or from classes, but he spent most of his free time studying. He thought it was awesome to finally be able to do magic at will, without getting into any sort of trouble, and wanted to learn everything he could. He was labeled as a bookworm from the start and he wasn't sure why people said that as though it was some kind of insult. As the years progressed, his small pool of friends became larger, and his marks even higher. He always believed that work came before play and that sometimes meant he had to press pause on his social life. He's had one girlfriend, during his fourth and fifth year, but that ended horribly when she cheated on him with some older guy. Now he is even more awkward around girls than he had been previously and far less trusting. He still isn’t completely over it.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
Quidditch practice was really starting to take its toll on the everlasting pile of homework that Elizabeth Dugger had acquired recently. Normally she was able to balance everything easily, it had been something she was good at, but with the heavy workload that was only too characteristic of a sixth year, her good luck was starting to buckle. She trudged off the field and walked her way up the familiar path leading back to the castle, her mind trying to remember what all she should be doing at that moment. She needed to work on her Potions essay, that was most imperative because it was due the following morning, but she also had a handful of other things that would be due the day after that. How had she let herself fall so far behind? While she loved Quidditch, schoolwork had always been of the utmost importance, taking the backseat to nothing else. But it seemed as though it had slipped through the cracks when she hadn't been looking and that irritated the Slytherin girl to no end.
Before she was going to allow herself being seen in public however, she was going to have to clean herself up a bit. Appearance was everything. She quickly made her way down towards the dungeons and into her common room. The room was littered with Slytherin students. She could overhear some of the chatter, things like 'I beat up a Hufflepuff' and 'I hexed the snot out of this Gryffindor,' brought a cold, malicious smile to the girl's face. Ah, these were definitely her kinds of people. She gave a few of the ones who said things like this a congratulatory pat on the back followed by a smile before making her way to her dormitories. She quickly changed out of her flying robes and into her school ones, proudly wearing the Slytherin emblem. She let down her ponytail, letting her hair fall gracefully down her back in soft waves. Grabbing a nearby towel, she started rubbing off the dirt on her face, becoming much more presentable by the second. When she finally deemed herself good and ready, she grabbed her immensely heavy schoolbag and headed towards the library, her mind determined on getting some of this work done or she might very well go insane.
The library was brimming at the moment, which wasn't too surprising. Around this time normally it was chalk full of students who were trying to get their work done at the last minute. She normally felt agitated by their laziness but with a jolt, she realized that she was no different from them that day, she too had allowed herself to work on something at the last minute. A scowl graced her face as her calculating blue eyes scanned the room for an empty seat that was far away from any Hufflepunks or Gryffindorks. She had to walk around the library quite a bit before she found herself a suitable table, one that was tucked away in a corner far away from prying eyes and distraction. She set her things down on the table, setting them all out mechanically and precisely, looking much as though she had some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder. But it wasn't long before she had finally gotten herself situated and set down to work.
Before she was going to allow herself being seen in public however, she was going to have to clean herself up a bit. Appearance was everything. She quickly made her way down towards the dungeons and into her common room. The room was littered with Slytherin students. She could overhear some of the chatter, things like 'I beat up a Hufflepuff' and 'I hexed the snot out of this Gryffindor,' brought a cold, malicious smile to the girl's face. Ah, these were definitely her kinds of people. She gave a few of the ones who said things like this a congratulatory pat on the back followed by a smile before making her way to her dormitories. She quickly changed out of her flying robes and into her school ones, proudly wearing the Slytherin emblem. She let down her ponytail, letting her hair fall gracefully down her back in soft waves. Grabbing a nearby towel, she started rubbing off the dirt on her face, becoming much more presentable by the second. When she finally deemed herself good and ready, she grabbed her immensely heavy schoolbag and headed towards the library, her mind determined on getting some of this work done or she might very well go insane.
The library was brimming at the moment, which wasn't too surprising. Around this time normally it was chalk full of students who were trying to get their work done at the last minute. She normally felt agitated by their laziness but with a jolt, she realized that she was no different from them that day, she too had allowed herself to work on something at the last minute. A scowl graced her face as her calculating blue eyes scanned the room for an empty seat that was far away from any Hufflepunks or Gryffindorks. She had to walk around the library quite a bit before she found herself a suitable table, one that was tucked away in a corner far away from prying eyes and distraction. She set her things down on the table, setting them all out mechanically and precisely, looking much as though she had some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder. But it wasn't long before she had finally gotten herself situated and set down to work.
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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
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