Post by john alexander holmes on Jan 2, 2012 16:47:36 GMT -5
JOHNALEXANDERHOLMES
-----Character's name:john alexander holmes
-----Gender: male
-----Age: seventeen
-----Race: human
---- are you a drumstrang student or beauxbatons?: hogwarts
----- whose side are you on?
-----Ability: persel mouth; metamorphagus
-----Birthday: january 1th
----- Preferred House: slytherin
-----Year: seventh year
-----Sexuality: heterosexual
-----Accent: english
-----Blood type : pureblood
-----Wand: 12 inches, holly, phoenix's feather
-----Pet: none
-----Celeb Face claim: tom felton
-----Height: 6'
-----Weight: 165 pounds
-----Eyes: blue
-----Hair: blonde
-----Body type: athletic.
-----Secrets:
* fears dogs
* never dated a girl
* he still has an old photograp of Anna
-----Likes:
* pretty girls
* smart people
* silence
* darkness
* books
* dark arts
* potions
* drugs & alcohol
* fresh air
* the smell of grass after rain
-----Dislikes
* most of the gryffindors
* dogs
* not getting things done the way he wants
* being yelled at
* drama
-----Habits:
* he bites his lower lip when he gets nervous
* swears sometimes
* when he's disappointed, he runs hins fingers through his hair
-----Obsession:
* quidditch
* music
* books
* reading
-----Hobbies:
* playing the guitar
* singing
* practising spells/curses
* reading?!
-----Phobia:
* dogs
* getting diagnosed with uncurable illness
-----Favorite words:
* damn!
* Okay
-----Overall personality: although john seems to be like every average teenager with nice hair and pretty face, he's actually cold and almost numb. He has never dated a girl nor he has kissed one. He likes alcohol – that damn thing kills him slowly while he's addicted to it even more and more, and he's well aware of it. John is good at singing and playing the guitar, however, he almost never shows his talents to anyone.
John is afraid of dogs and he never gets closer to them more than two meters and even then he'll put on a shield just to protect himself. He's very good at quidditch, but not yet a professional. He loves to read and spends most of his spare time after lessons at the library or at the slytherin's dormotory, reading some of his favourite books. It may sound strange but he doesn't despite mudbloods. Actually, being a neutral wizard, he doesn't even give a damn if they exist or not. As much as he knows they are useless people with no magical abilities and he has no concern about their lives. But despite the fact that he's neutral against muggles, he dislikes most/some of the gryffindors for he sees them as stupid bunch of students who try to act brave when they clearly are not.
He hates drama. He hates when people are crying over nothing, when they are overreacting when clearly there is nothing wrong. Maybe this is the reason why he never dated anyone. In his eyes girls are all the same. They cherish the same things.
-----Home town: london, england
-----siblings: none
-----parents: catherine rebecca holmes, 37, former ravenclaw, works at the ministry of magic
robert joseph holmes, 38, former slytherin, also works at the ministry of magic
-----history: john was born on the 1th of january to catherine and robert holmes; happy and rich couple living together almost all their lives. After his birth Catherine was unable to have other children. At the beginning they had a plan to adopt another child, but Robert insisted not to. He was afraid that having a muggleborn kid would ruin his reputation, and it rarely happened that kids with magical abilities were sent to orphanages.
Growing up alone with parents who only highered babysitter because of their jobs, John never had the ability to see what the world really was like. His babysitter, young Anna, always played with him, taught him things and was also the first person to witness his magical powers when he accidentally blew up his little toycar that he got for his sixth birthday from Anna herself. It wasn't even a secret that as a little boy he was 'crushing' on her. However, Anna's life didn't last long and it probably was the thing that traumatized young John enough to make him numb and cold for the rest of his life.
Anna was murdered by the pair of thieves who attacked them when they were walking back home after feeding the ducks at the park. Anna was stabbed right infront of John and they left her dying on the street. By the time his parents and the muggle's ambulance arrived, Anna was long dead and John was found sitting next to her, his clothes covered with her blood. After attending Anna's funerals, John knew that his beloved babysitter took a part of him with her.
John's years at Hogwarts were filled with simple and beautiful nothingness. He studied like other students, he never got in trouble and he was an excellent student who was, for some younger students, as role model. He never had any true friends as he didn't trust witches and wizards enough to let them too close to him. People know him as the Lone Wolf. At the age of sixteen he started drinking and for the first time in his life the tried drugs.
OUT OF CHARACTER!
-----sampleroleplay:
It was again one of those nights when John was simply unable to fall asleep no matter how hard the tried. He let out a quiet sigh before he got up from the bed and looked around. Oh, how he hated sleeping in one room with so many people! There were four of his snorring housemates and though he wanted to blame it on them that he couldn't fall asleep, John knew too well what kept him awake right now.
He reached out his hand and groped the chair until he found his silky bedjacket and put it on. Then, he quietly left the bedroom, not even putting the slippers on. The cold and stony floor made him miss the wark sheets and blanket even more, but he didn't want to go back there. It was too damn hot in the bedroom, and it was hard to breathe in there.
He was quite surprised when he didn't see anyone downstairs. He knew well enough that there were some night owls in slytherin. Was it really that he was now the only one who was unable to rest? Not even a little? John ran his fingers through his blonde hair and murmured one slight word that was always on his tongue: damn. He'd go outside, and fill his lungs with some fresh air. He wasn't sure if it was just him or did he really taste it on the tip of his tongue? But instead of going outside, he took a seat on the huge and comfortable armchair that was put right infront of the fireplace. The woods were long burned out, but he could still feel the warmth touching his body. He was too afraid to close his eyes now. John knew exactly who'd he see and he didn't want for the memories to hunt him down again. The last time when it happened he ended up in a local pub with beer in his hands and some strange muggles offering him pills for money.
John sighed. He wasn't That addicted to the drugs. Alcohol was the thing that he was addicted to. Though it didn't take anything away, only brought painful hangover, he still kind of liked it. Oh, what would your mother say... Catherine and Robert never knew what he'd done to himself. She'd literally kill him with her own bare hands. And his father... Well he'd make him dig his own grave for the sins that he'd done.
He reached out his hand and groped the chair until he found his silky bedjacket and put it on. Then, he quietly left the bedroom, not even putting the slippers on. The cold and stony floor made him miss the wark sheets and blanket even more, but he didn't want to go back there. It was too damn hot in the bedroom, and it was hard to breathe in there.
He was quite surprised when he didn't see anyone downstairs. He knew well enough that there were some night owls in slytherin. Was it really that he was now the only one who was unable to rest? Not even a little? John ran his fingers through his blonde hair and murmured one slight word that was always on his tongue: damn. He'd go outside, and fill his lungs with some fresh air. He wasn't sure if it was just him or did he really taste it on the tip of his tongue? But instead of going outside, he took a seat on the huge and comfortable armchair that was put right infront of the fireplace. The woods were long burned out, but he could still feel the warmth touching his body. He was too afraid to close his eyes now. John knew exactly who'd he see and he didn't want for the memories to hunt him down again. The last time when it happened he ended up in a local pub with beer in his hands and some strange muggles offering him pills for money.
John sighed. He wasn't That addicted to the drugs. Alcohol was the thing that he was addicted to. Though it didn't take anything away, only brought painful hangover, he still kind of liked it. Oh, what would your mother say... Catherine and Robert never knew what he'd done to himself. She'd literally kill him with her own bare hands. And his father... Well he'd make him dig his own grave for the sins that he'd done.
This cold character is played by Zombie. 5 years have passed since I began this adventure. However, I have been living for almost eighteen years and have been known as that strange type of female. Enough about me, I also play as no one else. I found this incredible site at amy so never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get dobby to jinx you!
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