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Post by Kite Skeron on Mar 19, 2011 22:20:23 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Kite Jordan Skeron
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date:15, New York, NY, June 12th 2032
Bloodline: Muggle Born
Current Year of Studies: 5th Year
House: Hufflepuff, Gryffindor,Slytherin, Ravenclaw
Adults—
Occupation: ((if shop keeper, etc)
Professor of: ((If applying for Professor positions))
Other Position:
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[The "Real you"
Alias :Kite
Disposable time :Mainly tuesdays and thursdays
Site you on which you found us :None
Full Name: Kite Jordan Skeron
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date:15, New York, NY, June 12th 2032
Bloodline: Muggle Born
-Appearance-
Hair:Black, Short
Eyes: Hazel/blue
Body Type:Slim Build
Unique Features: Has a small birthmark on the back of his neck (hidden by his hair) that seems to be the shape of a crescent moon. Benign, but cool looking.
Animagus:
More Detailed Physical Description : He stands around 5 feet tall, a slim build, and generally wears a black hoodie jacket when not in uniform. He wears hi-top sneakers and plaid socks (because his mother insists...). He wears his hair short, and spiky (not for any particular reason), he sometimes also tries to wear it long to hide the crescent shaped scar on the back of his neck. He always wears a leather wristband given to him by an old friend from back in New York, and loves to wear the color blue to most formal events.
Hair:Black, Short
Eyes: Hazel/blue
Body Type:Slim Build
Unique Features: Has a small birthmark on the back of his neck (hidden by his hair) that seems to be the shape of a crescent moon. Benign, but cool looking.
Animagus:
More Detailed Physical Description : He stands around 5 feet tall, a slim build, and generally wears a black hoodie jacket when not in uniform. He wears hi-top sneakers and plaid socks (because his mother insists...). He wears his hair short, and spiky (not for any particular reason), he sometimes also tries to wear it long to hide the crescent shaped scar on the back of his neck. He always wears a leather wristband given to him by an old friend from back in New York, and loves to wear the color blue to most formal events.
-Personality-
Boggart: A cute blonde nurse with an overexaggerated hypodermic needle
Mirror of Erised: Becoming an Auror
Patronus:An Eagle, resembles his family crest.
Temperament/Allegiance: Mildly short tempered, but kind hearted.
Likes/Dislikes:Likes even, symmetrical things. Hates expressionist art, uneven hairstyles and tattoos [primarily due to an intense fear of needles). He does enjoy music, is a talented singer and guitar player. He spends his time playing haunting melodies from the various towers, usually for the Owls.
Strong Points/Weaknesses: Loves to fly, broomstick or otherwise, and is pretty good at it. Calculated and quick to think in a dire situation. Yet easily distracted. Needles freak him out.
Whims/Habits:His primary habit is he nibbles on toothpicks.
Detailed Personality : He is a friendly person, uptight around those that are higher class. Totally oblivious to most british humor and the like, he would most likely stand there and stare if he were spoken to in the terms and dialect mostly used. Knowing he'd stand out because of his lack of british accent, he tends to stay quiet, and usually hopes no one will pester him to speak. Not shy in any way (back to the needles, if you're holding one he's gone.) and very social, if someone strikes an interesting conversation, as long as they don't look like a picasso painting, he will remain completely civil.
Character's Family :His mother is a Muggle accountant originally from Canada, and his Dad is a Muggle NYPD detective (hence his ability to spot even the tiniest details). He has one younger brother who is not able to conjure Magic in any way.
Boggart: A cute blonde nurse with an overexaggerated hypodermic needle
Mirror of Erised: Becoming an Auror
Patronus:An Eagle, resembles his family crest.
Temperament/Allegiance: Mildly short tempered, but kind hearted.
Likes/Dislikes:Likes even, symmetrical things. Hates expressionist art, uneven hairstyles and tattoos [primarily due to an intense fear of needles). He does enjoy music, is a talented singer and guitar player. He spends his time playing haunting melodies from the various towers, usually for the Owls.
Strong Points/Weaknesses: Loves to fly, broomstick or otherwise, and is pretty good at it. Calculated and quick to think in a dire situation. Yet easily distracted. Needles freak him out.
Whims/Habits:His primary habit is he nibbles on toothpicks.
Detailed Personality : He is a friendly person, uptight around those that are higher class. Totally oblivious to most british humor and the like, he would most likely stand there and stare if he were spoken to in the terms and dialect mostly used. Knowing he'd stand out because of his lack of british accent, he tends to stay quiet, and usually hopes no one will pester him to speak. Not shy in any way (back to the needles, if you're holding one he's gone.) and very social, if someone strikes an interesting conversation, as long as they don't look like a picasso painting, he will remain completely civil.
Character's Family :His mother is a Muggle accountant originally from Canada, and his Dad is a Muggle NYPD detective (hence his ability to spot even the tiniest details). He has one younger brother who is not able to conjure Magic in any way.
-Training-
So far he has only basic knowledge of each class he has participated in. He is well informed of recent events, and has even survived a few adventures into different, mysterious parts of the castle. His strong point is defensive techniques, and he has also learned how to bypass the annoying swish-and-flick manuever, meaning he can just hold his wand in the direction he wants to cast the spell, and mutter the words. he is not one that just thrusts his arm out to cast a disarming spell, and sees no sense in the organized wizard duels, arguing "You think a wizard is going to stand there, turn, walk ten paces and then disarm you? No... I think not."
Students—
[/b]So far he has only basic knowledge of each class he has participated in. He is well informed of recent events, and has even survived a few adventures into different, mysterious parts of the castle. His strong point is defensive techniques, and he has also learned how to bypass the annoying swish-and-flick manuever, meaning he can just hold his wand in the direction he wants to cast the spell, and mutter the words. he is not one that just thrusts his arm out to cast a disarming spell, and sees no sense in the organized wizard duels, arguing "You think a wizard is going to stand there, turn, walk ten paces and then disarm you? No... I think not."
Students—
Current Year of Studies: 5th Year
House: Hufflepuff, Gryffindor,Slytherin, Ravenclaw
Adults—
Occupation: ((if shop keeper, etc)
Professor of: ((If applying for Professor positions))
Other Position:
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-Character History-
Kite was born under a Muggle family, and raised as such, displaying little magical prowess until the age of 2, when he seemingly punted a Dog that bit him into the next county. Growing up was difficult now, due to everything that hurt him went flying, usually through walls. Finally, someone from the American Ministry of Magic had shown up, and explained to his parent's what was happening. He is a Wizard.
Proud of her Son, his mother asked where the best school was for him. Of course, the Ministry agent simply stated "Hogwarts!"
Hogwarts had become world renowned for it's care and education of Wizards, and had been accepting students from around the world on occasion. He was specifically chosen by the American Ministry to go due to the fact that he would represent their Ministry while being there. Of course, his Mother was all for it. His father, not so much. After a heated argument, he left without another word with his Aunt, who lived in London.
Now, the thing that spurred this fear of needles, as mentioned before, happened when he was four. Before his parents knew of his Magical ability they had several blood tests run on him. Being sensitive skinned, the needles hurt more than normally, and he usually ended up blowing up the plastic compartment. This lead to him being stuck several times, until finally he had passed out from the stress.
And so, a couple of weeks, and one terrifying plane ride later, he was accepted into Hogwarts, somewhat staying secluded and unknown, mostly hanging around the towers and watching the days go by. Now in his fifth year, he only hopes he can keep his low profile and coast through the last three years.
When he first arrived, of course, was where the fun began.
He came in, expecting something mediocre, but when he arrived, he about fainted with awe. This place was magnificent! Just looking at this castle was all it took for him to decide that this was the best thing he ever agreed to in his life.
His first year flew by like nothing, leaving him with limited, but handy knowledge that he would need. Being good friends with a few third and fourth years, he also learned a few intermediate spells that he probably had no business knowing.
One experience in his second year would mark the usefulness of his overachieving attitude.
He happened across a closet that wasn't there before. It was, unknown to him at the time, housing a Boggart, that was actually meant to scare another student.
A 12 year old's curiosity should not be tested.
He opened the door, and saw his greatest fear. A nurse, holding a gigantic needle. He took off running like a bat our of hell, the nurse chasing him. Finally caught in a dead end, a Prefect had just arrived to witness him conjuring up the courage to perform the Riddikulus spell. Banishing the Boggart, who was then captured, he continued to run.
His third and fourth year yielded nothing more than the usual nonsense. His mother sending him a new guitar (and more plaid socks), meant that now he had something to do that didn't fully involve magic, even though he cast a spell on the strings to always keep them in new condition.
He had not been home since the plane ride due to another falling out he had with his father at the end of his first year. After some time wondering where he was going to stay, an Aunt on his Mother's side had contacted him after hearing about his problem. She had packed him up and moved to London at the time he was accepted into Hogwarts, and offered to house him for 'economical reasons'. His father, of course, did not like this, and told him promptly to not come home. Even so, his mother and younger brother supported him. Each gift he had received from his mother and brother had been outside of his father's radar as a result.
Now, semi-reclusive and more or less the school loner, he spends his time in the highest points of the castle, playing his guitar and writing songs. Still bored, of course.
Kite was born under a Muggle family, and raised as such, displaying little magical prowess until the age of 2, when he seemingly punted a Dog that bit him into the next county. Growing up was difficult now, due to everything that hurt him went flying, usually through walls. Finally, someone from the American Ministry of Magic had shown up, and explained to his parent's what was happening. He is a Wizard.
Proud of her Son, his mother asked where the best school was for him. Of course, the Ministry agent simply stated "Hogwarts!"
Hogwarts had become world renowned for it's care and education of Wizards, and had been accepting students from around the world on occasion. He was specifically chosen by the American Ministry to go due to the fact that he would represent their Ministry while being there. Of course, his Mother was all for it. His father, not so much. After a heated argument, he left without another word with his Aunt, who lived in London.
Now, the thing that spurred this fear of needles, as mentioned before, happened when he was four. Before his parents knew of his Magical ability they had several blood tests run on him. Being sensitive skinned, the needles hurt more than normally, and he usually ended up blowing up the plastic compartment. This lead to him being stuck several times, until finally he had passed out from the stress.
And so, a couple of weeks, and one terrifying plane ride later, he was accepted into Hogwarts, somewhat staying secluded and unknown, mostly hanging around the towers and watching the days go by. Now in his fifth year, he only hopes he can keep his low profile and coast through the last three years.
When he first arrived, of course, was where the fun began.
He came in, expecting something mediocre, but when he arrived, he about fainted with awe. This place was magnificent! Just looking at this castle was all it took for him to decide that this was the best thing he ever agreed to in his life.
His first year flew by like nothing, leaving him with limited, but handy knowledge that he would need. Being good friends with a few third and fourth years, he also learned a few intermediate spells that he probably had no business knowing.
One experience in his second year would mark the usefulness of his overachieving attitude.
He happened across a closet that wasn't there before. It was, unknown to him at the time, housing a Boggart, that was actually meant to scare another student.
A 12 year old's curiosity should not be tested.
He opened the door, and saw his greatest fear. A nurse, holding a gigantic needle. He took off running like a bat our of hell, the nurse chasing him. Finally caught in a dead end, a Prefect had just arrived to witness him conjuring up the courage to perform the Riddikulus spell. Banishing the Boggart, who was then captured, he continued to run.
His third and fourth year yielded nothing more than the usual nonsense. His mother sending him a new guitar (and more plaid socks), meant that now he had something to do that didn't fully involve magic, even though he cast a spell on the strings to always keep them in new condition.
He had not been home since the plane ride due to another falling out he had with his father at the end of his first year. After some time wondering where he was going to stay, an Aunt on his Mother's side had contacted him after hearing about his problem. She had packed him up and moved to London at the time he was accepted into Hogwarts, and offered to house him for 'economical reasons'. His father, of course, did not like this, and told him promptly to not come home. Even so, his mother and younger brother supported him. Each gift he had received from his mother and brother had been outside of his father's radar as a result.
Now, semi-reclusive and more or less the school loner, he spends his time in the highest points of the castle, playing his guitar and writing songs. Still bored, of course.
[The "Real you"
Alias :Kite
Disposable time :Mainly tuesdays and thursdays
Site you on which you found us :None
Sample RP: Kite was miserable. Not only did he wake up on the floor this morning, he also fell down the stairs, tripped over some Animagus cat, get laughed at by the Bloody Baron, get pooped on by some kid's owl, but now he sat in the Great Hall, ready for breakfast... three hours late. Thankfully, it was the day he was off classes, and he had not much else to do.
He began wandering the halls, studying the symmetry of the ancient works within the halls. He certainly loved art for sure, if it were even. Then he stopped at a statue of who he assumed was Lady Godiva (she was on a horse, and naked). He began to twitch. The one piece of art...
The artist made one of the horses legs shorter by accident and didn't bother to fix it. His eye twitched and he began walking away quickly.
"I am NOT walking down this hall again.." He said to himself sternly, as if he were speaking to a juvenille who would do such a horrible thing again out of spite. "Never!"
He began wandering the halls, studying the symmetry of the ancient works within the halls. He certainly loved art for sure, if it were even. Then he stopped at a statue of who he assumed was Lady Godiva (she was on a horse, and naked). He began to twitch. The one piece of art...
The artist made one of the horses legs shorter by accident and didn't bother to fix it. His eye twitched and he began walking away quickly.
"I am NOT walking down this hall again.." He said to himself sternly, as if he were speaking to a juvenille who would do such a horrible thing again out of spite. "Never!"
