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Post by Isaac Rutherford on Dec 12, 2010 11:35:43 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Isaac Ronan Rutherford
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: Sixteen, London, England, October 15th 2031
Bloodline: Muggle-born
Alignment: Neutral... for now.
[The "Real you"]
Alias: Killian
Disposible time: Whatever I can manage - two hours, maybe.
Site you on which you found us : I was a member of the site in it's early days ('twas my first roleplay site, as a matter of fact) and I found out that it was up and running once more - I was stoked and I'm glad I get to be a part of it again.
Full Name: Isaac Ronan Rutherford
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: Sixteen, London, England, October 15th 2031
Bloodline: Muggle-born
Alignment: Neutral... for now.
-Appearance-
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Body Type: Slim
Unique Features: Piercing eyes, pale skin.
Animagus: Coyote
More Detailed Physical Description:
Isaac is slender and toned - but not particularly buff. He is tall and carries his height relatively well. He has a boyish handsomeness and powerful, ice-blue eyes.
Specifically, Isaac is six foot and two and a half inches. He has a thin face with noticable cheekbones. Isaac has somewhat pale skin and lips that are a little thin.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Body Type: Slim
Unique Features: Piercing eyes, pale skin.
Animagus: Coyote
More Detailed Physical Description:
Isaac is slender and toned - but not particularly buff. He is tall and carries his height relatively well. He has a boyish handsomeness and powerful, ice-blue eyes.
Specifically, Isaac is six foot and two and a half inches. He has a thin face with noticable cheekbones. Isaac has somewhat pale skin and lips that are a little thin.
-Personality-
Boggart: A corpse.
Mirror of Erised: His family united, completely and utterly happy - all of wizarding blood.
Patronus: Zebra
Temperament/Allegiance: As far as temperament goes, Isaac can be firey when confronted. When it comes to allegiance, he will stick by whomever he feels is right, logical and just.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
Strong Points:
Weaknesses:
Whims/Habits:
Detailed Personality:
Isaac is an interesting character. He has a sharp tongue and a quick wit. He is vehement about common decency and manners unless there is reason to abandon politeness - for instance, being incessentally prodded and provoked. Isaac is charming and has a tendency to be rather giddy when around friends.
Isaac is neither violent nor passive. He feels a responsibility to look out for others, which can end up in his being scolded or made fun of. He cannot stand vacuous people, finding it hard to connect or converse with them. This can make Isaac look somewhat uppity to others.
Isaac is more fun than people give him credit for. He just doesn't feel the need to bounce around a room to enforce the belief that he can be playful and outgoing. He can also be occassionally sarcastic, if only for comedic effect - it doesn't always work in his favour, though, as others can confuse this with him having a dry sense of humour (which is not true).
More than anything, Isaac wants to be a somebody while still maintaining friendships and positive relationships with those around him. This may seem far fetched and unlikely, as there will always be someone who cannot stand you - or dislike you, at least.
Character's Family:
Isaac's parents (and the rest of his lineage, as far as knows) are utterly non-magical. His mother is Irish and her name is Saoirse (she's a florist). His father is English and his name is Michael - he is a school teacher (he teaches Maths).
Isaac has a number of siblings - two sisters and a brother, to be exact. His elder sister is Emmeline (aged nineteen) while his younger brother, Charlie and little sister, Lucy are twins (aged ten).
Emmeline is a muggle - whether Charlie and Joanie contain magical abilities is yet to be confirmed.
Boggart: A corpse.
Mirror of Erised: His family united, completely and utterly happy - all of wizarding blood.
Patronus: Zebra
Temperament/Allegiance: As far as temperament goes, Isaac can be firey when confronted. When it comes to allegiance, he will stick by whomever he feels is right, logical and just.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
- Healthy, kept-in-check arguing
- Anagrams
- Sleeping
- Reading
- Going camping
Dislikes:
- Tomatoes
- Overtly perky people
- Reality television
- Sitting around while doing nothing productive
- Ignorance
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
Strong Points:
- Mannerly
- Sharp-witted
- Friendly
- Articulate
Weaknesses:
- He can get somewhat giddy at times
- Unknowingly overbearing - despite his generally upbeat mentality, he can also be somewhat of a killjoy
- Enormous crowds - he feels trapped among them
Whims/Habits:
- Sarcasm
- Singing while among friends, despite not being able to carry a tune
- Having a snort-like laugh
- Abnoxiously answering every question asked by a teacher
Detailed Personality:
Isaac is an interesting character. He has a sharp tongue and a quick wit. He is vehement about common decency and manners unless there is reason to abandon politeness - for instance, being incessentally prodded and provoked. Isaac is charming and has a tendency to be rather giddy when around friends.
Isaac is neither violent nor passive. He feels a responsibility to look out for others, which can end up in his being scolded or made fun of. He cannot stand vacuous people, finding it hard to connect or converse with them. This can make Isaac look somewhat uppity to others.
Isaac is more fun than people give him credit for. He just doesn't feel the need to bounce around a room to enforce the belief that he can be playful and outgoing. He can also be occassionally sarcastic, if only for comedic effect - it doesn't always work in his favour, though, as others can confuse this with him having a dry sense of humour (which is not true).
More than anything, Isaac wants to be a somebody while still maintaining friendships and positive relationships with those around him. This may seem far fetched and unlikely, as there will always be someone who cannot stand you - or dislike you, at least.
Character's Family:
Isaac's parents (and the rest of his lineage, as far as knows) are utterly non-magical. His mother is Irish and her name is Saoirse (she's a florist). His father is English and his name is Michael - he is a school teacher (he teaches Maths).
Isaac has a number of siblings - two sisters and a brother, to be exact. His elder sister is Emmeline (aged nineteen) while his younger brother, Charlie and little sister, Lucy are twins (aged ten).
Emmeline is a muggle - whether Charlie and Joanie contain magical abilities is yet to be confirmed.
-Training-
Students—
Current Year of Studies: Sixth
House: Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Occupation: None (as of yet).
Other Position: N/A
Students—
Current Year of Studies: Sixth
House: Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Occupation: None (as of yet).
Other Position: N/A
-Character History-
Isaac comes from humble beginnings. He was brought up in London, England by kind, fair people and was taught to respects not only others, but himself.
As soon as he could read, Isaac was fixated and passionate about reading/literature. He would find himself surrounded by a multitude of books scattered and sprawled across the room, eyes glued to the pages while he delved into a world that was not his own. He found himself being a part of something magical even before he was casting spells. As a result of reading and discussing books with his parents, Isaac had always been articulate and remarkably well-spoken (it could lead to him being somewhat petulant when interrupted during a reason session, though).
Isaac loved Muggle school. Making friends was amazing to him - absorbing information and facts was a bonus (the cherry on top of the cake, if you like). Aside from the occasional bully, ("Fancy pants!" and "Nerd!" they would cry) school was thoroughly enjoyable.
Then, bizareness struck. Isaac found himself exhibiting extraordinary tendicies that were well out of the way of 'normal' behaviour. Ordinary objects would rattle if he got upset and sparks would appear out of thin air sometimes.
Not long after this, a letter arrived at his front door. It was emblazoned with the a small school crest. He sneaked it from his parents at the start - he was shocked upon learning that he contained magical abilities and that he was a wizard. How could this be?! It must've been a prank, he thought. All of the fantasy novels he had read must've contained a thread of truth if a place like this truly existed!
He spoke to his parents and showed them the letter. They became somewhat flustered. What about his future in the 'real' world? His grades in English and Maths and French? Both his mother and his father talked it over and investigated more into this school. They soon learned, after a series of letters back and forth between themselves and the school, that their son was gifted and decided that they would support him unconditionally while he attended Hogwarts.
Isaac was blown away by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was everything he had imagined and more - being Muggle born, he had only ever come close to a place like this in his mind and imagination. But this surpassed it all - he was surrounded by candles suspended by charms, ghosts that spoke to him casually and politely, groaning suits of armour and passageways that weaved in and out throughout an enormous castle where you never knew what would happen next. It was the most perfect dream come true.
Isaac got on with his fellow students famously. He soon made unique, trustworthy friends and felt the need to work far harder than all the others. For some reason, he found it logical to prove that just because his whole family didn't have a drop of magical blood in their veins, that didn't mean that it would inhibit him in any way, shape, or form. He was consistently good in most classes (particularly the spellwork lessons), though he wasn't perfect, of course - he had his bad days, which is to be expected. Isaac also discovered he had a knack for Quidditch, which was something he never expected considering he was appalling at physical education in school.
He is currently still in his studies at Hogwarts, never taking any of it for granted - he still feels like he will awake any second, met by a ringing alarm clock and the crushing news that he will be late for public school. He is amazed with his school, and doesn't feel an urge to leave... at all.
Isaac comes from humble beginnings. He was brought up in London, England by kind, fair people and was taught to respects not only others, but himself.
As soon as he could read, Isaac was fixated and passionate about reading/literature. He would find himself surrounded by a multitude of books scattered and sprawled across the room, eyes glued to the pages while he delved into a world that was not his own. He found himself being a part of something magical even before he was casting spells. As a result of reading and discussing books with his parents, Isaac had always been articulate and remarkably well-spoken (it could lead to him being somewhat petulant when interrupted during a reason session, though).
Isaac loved Muggle school. Making friends was amazing to him - absorbing information and facts was a bonus (the cherry on top of the cake, if you like). Aside from the occasional bully, ("Fancy pants!" and "Nerd!" they would cry) school was thoroughly enjoyable.
Then, bizareness struck. Isaac found himself exhibiting extraordinary tendicies that were well out of the way of 'normal' behaviour. Ordinary objects would rattle if he got upset and sparks would appear out of thin air sometimes.
Not long after this, a letter arrived at his front door. It was emblazoned with the a small school crest. He sneaked it from his parents at the start - he was shocked upon learning that he contained magical abilities and that he was a wizard. How could this be?! It must've been a prank, he thought. All of the fantasy novels he had read must've contained a thread of truth if a place like this truly existed!
He spoke to his parents and showed them the letter. They became somewhat flustered. What about his future in the 'real' world? His grades in English and Maths and French? Both his mother and his father talked it over and investigated more into this school. They soon learned, after a series of letters back and forth between themselves and the school, that their son was gifted and decided that they would support him unconditionally while he attended Hogwarts.
Isaac was blown away by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was everything he had imagined and more - being Muggle born, he had only ever come close to a place like this in his mind and imagination. But this surpassed it all - he was surrounded by candles suspended by charms, ghosts that spoke to him casually and politely, groaning suits of armour and passageways that weaved in and out throughout an enormous castle where you never knew what would happen next. It was the most perfect dream come true.
Isaac got on with his fellow students famously. He soon made unique, trustworthy friends and felt the need to work far harder than all the others. For some reason, he found it logical to prove that just because his whole family didn't have a drop of magical blood in their veins, that didn't mean that it would inhibit him in any way, shape, or form. He was consistently good in most classes (particularly the spellwork lessons), though he wasn't perfect, of course - he had his bad days, which is to be expected. Isaac also discovered he had a knack for Quidditch, which was something he never expected considering he was appalling at physical education in school.
He is currently still in his studies at Hogwarts, never taking any of it for granted - he still feels like he will awake any second, met by a ringing alarm clock and the crushing news that he will be late for public school. He is amazed with his school, and doesn't feel an urge to leave... at all.
[The "Real you"]
Alias: Killian
Disposible time: Whatever I can manage - two hours, maybe.
Site you on which you found us : I was a member of the site in it's early days ('twas my first roleplay site, as a matter of fact) and I found out that it was up and running once more - I was stoked and I'm glad I get to be a part of it again.
Sample RP:
Isaac lunged forward, the green blur above him whizzing past furiously. He winced as the wind blew even harder, making his eyes water. He heard a distant, familiar voice yell at him - it sounded rather far away. "Get it together, Rutherford!" it screamed.
Isaac didn't respond, but sped forward, regaining his vision. He gained height and stopped in mid-air. He saw a flicker of gold on the other side of the pitch. The golden blur twitched repeatedly, then zoomed off undecidely. Isaac saw this as the opportunity he needed and moved as fast as he could.
It started to lash rain and the bullets of water crashed all over Isaac. His hair was damp now and it drooped over his face now. He tried to ignore the freezing cold that was taking over his body and in his peripheral vision, Isaac saw a human shape speeding alongside him. "Give it up, Izzy boy," it sneered in a taunting tone of voice.
Then, Isaac saw it again. The spot of gold, right beneath him.
'Almost... there...'
Isaac spun downward dramatically, reaching out with all his might. He felt something on the tip of his palm and he closed his hand into a fist instantly.
The risky move ended up costing him; Isaac hit the ground with a heavy, crashing 'thud'. His head throbbed and he groaned in discomfort. He was covered in mud and the rain didn't stop. But there was still that satisfaction that he had finished it all and they had won. Cheers erupted from around him and he saw his team captain lean over him and help Isaac to his feet. He was still wobbly and his head hurt like a so-and-so.
Quidditch was so much fun!
Isaac lunged forward, the green blur above him whizzing past furiously. He winced as the wind blew even harder, making his eyes water. He heard a distant, familiar voice yell at him - it sounded rather far away. "Get it together, Rutherford!" it screamed.
Isaac didn't respond, but sped forward, regaining his vision. He gained height and stopped in mid-air. He saw a flicker of gold on the other side of the pitch. The golden blur twitched repeatedly, then zoomed off undecidely. Isaac saw this as the opportunity he needed and moved as fast as he could.
It started to lash rain and the bullets of water crashed all over Isaac. His hair was damp now and it drooped over his face now. He tried to ignore the freezing cold that was taking over his body and in his peripheral vision, Isaac saw a human shape speeding alongside him. "Give it up, Izzy boy," it sneered in a taunting tone of voice.
Then, Isaac saw it again. The spot of gold, right beneath him.
'Almost... there...'
Isaac spun downward dramatically, reaching out with all his might. He felt something on the tip of his palm and he closed his hand into a fist instantly.
The risky move ended up costing him; Isaac hit the ground with a heavy, crashing 'thud'. His head throbbed and he groaned in discomfort. He was covered in mud and the rain didn't stop. But there was still that satisfaction that he had finished it all and they had won. Cheers erupted from around him and he saw his team captain lean over him and help Isaac to his feet. He was still wobbly and his head hurt like a so-and-so.
Quidditch was so much fun!
