Post by austin juniper pritchard on Jul 30, 2011 23:37:44 GMT -5
Looks like this is
AUSTIN'S
Wallet...
Here's the ID..
AUSTIN'S
Wallet...
Here's the ID..
PLAYBY: elle-may leckenby.
FULL NAME: austin juniper pritchard.
AGE: seventeen.
GENDER: female.
BIRTH DATE: august twentieth.
HOUSE: gryffindor.
YEAR: seventh.
OCCUPATION: none.
CHOOSE A SIDE: neutral.
Oh, look, here's some photos.
Wonder who they're of…?
Wonder who they're of…?
MOTHER: natalie mcdonald.
FATHER: graham pritchard.
SIBLINGS:
russell "rusty" james pritchard, eighteen, former slytherin.
haleigh emerson pritchard, younger sister, sixteen, slytherin.
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none.
Your wallet says a lot
about you, you know...
about you, you know...
LIKES:
- parties.
- sex.
- old books.
- bottle caps.
- mazes.
- chocolate frogs.
- rain
- the smell after a rain storm.
- fresh snow fall.
- late night adventures.
- sneaking out.
- challenges.
- pranks.
- defense against the dark arts.
- care of magical creatures.
DISLIKES:
- pressure.
- social climbers.
- prejudices.
- people who cannot be serious.
- people who cannot take a joke.
- tattle-tails.
- feeling a lack of control.
- feeling she can't complete her goal.
- heat.
- summer.
- horror stories.
- unnecessary violence.
- clinginess.
- defeated.
- uncertainity.
- saps who believe in true love.
PERSONALITY:
Ever since the day I was born, I've been one of those girls who has enjoyed a good laugh. Whether it be from the jokes that I managed to pull off, or if it be by someone else around me. Playful and always looking for a good time, I guess you could say that I typically have a smile on my face and I'm not afraid to invade someone else's personal space. Perhaps that does make me a little bit of a weirdo, but I've always thought that life can be made enjoyable with laughter. That there should always be at least some sort of silliness, or light heartedness to people, even in the darkest of times. Because if everyone were to always be in a poor mood, than we would never be able to feel anything else. So for myself, I make a point of holding a playful sort of demeanor, or at least a sort of smile on my face. And if its not that, then one could consider me to be a touchy-feely sort of person, because I like touching people. Its my way of feeling like maybe there is a bit more of a connection there, that by touching its how we can communicate our feelings. So if tackling those, or running up to them, is a bad thing then someone should go a head and arrest me for doing just that. (Though I do think that would be a rather silly thing to go a head and do).
I guess this could be considered one of my better traits, and that would be the fact that I am determined. I have all these goals that I want to complete, things that I want to aim for. But I think this also has a lot to do with the fact that I feel the need to compete, especially when it comes to my older brother. Don't ask me why, because even I'm not one hundred percent sure as to why I'm like this. So that determination is often the thing that drives me, is the thing that pushes me to complete the things I've started. And almost gives me a sort of compulsive drive, even when its not something that is my own task, if I know something is unfinished I push those around me to finish it. So I guess, many would say its an inbetween sort of trait, it may help me, or get me into trouble with those around me. I've been told by some that this determination of mine is probably the key reason as to why I was sorted into Gryffindor, but even that I'm still unsure of. I may drive people crazy, but once I've set my sights on something I'll do what I need to in order to get it done, or become mine. Whatever the case may end up being. And I do know that there are times when I need to tone myself down, especially when it comes to things like Quidditch, but that drive that I have is a hard thing to tone down. Even if I want to do just that, it doesn't always work out that way.
Being determined probably stemmed from that little dork inside me, well that and the fact that I like to learn things. I mean sure, I've got that athletic side within me, but at the same time I love being able to curl up in my pajamas in the common room with a good book. Especially when it comes to things like Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures. Probably two of the classes I excelle in the most. Knowledge is something that I wanted since I was a kid, and I would definitely say that I am a dork. Give me a good book full of information and I'll have it read by the end of the week, quiz me on it later and I'll do my best to ace whatever test is thrown at me. Hell, I've even been known to read the comic books you can find in the muggle world, and while I don't need to dream of a world with magical powers, its still fun to see that the muggles are so interested in such a thing. So of course I find those comics, or the things known as mangas and pick them up and read them from time to time. I may be considered a weirdo, but at least I have no problems admitting to it. Besides, theres more to me than just the side that many may consider dorky, or weird, or too touchy feely. But I'm a human being, so having more than one side shouldn't be all that surprising.
I know I've been talking quite a bit about myself, but isn't that the point of this whole thing? So I'll only tell you two more things about myself, the second to last thing would be the fact that I am shameless thrill seeker. I love the sensation of almost getting caught doing something that I know I should not be doing, or making out with someone just for the hell of it and having my heart start thumping like crazy. Or when my cheeks become heated and I gasp for air because I've held my breath underwater for too long; I know that some of the things I do are stupid and I shouldn't be such a thrill seeker, dare devil, adrenaline junkie, whatever you want to call it, but I can't help it. Some of my friends say that I do it because it helps me to reconfirm that I am in fact alive, that my days aren't just some sort of weird figment of my imagination. Or that I do it simply to piss off my parents, either way I know that its something that I will probably always do. Hell, maybe I do it because I know to some extent it keeps people at bay, and then that way I don't have to worry about putting myself out there. Because that would mean exposing too much of myself, and thats not what I want to do, even if exposing who I really am, all my ambitions to the world would probably be one of the biggest thrills I could ever do. It'll probably be the one thing that I will never really do.
Maybe this goes alongside with that overall outgoing nature of mine, but I am someone who cares. I care about those who matter to me, and make a point of letting them know. I don't like being the sort of person who keeps people at bay, or making them think they're unwanted or that I dislike them, which is probably why I tackle people and hug them. Because for me, that skin to skin contact is one of the biggest ways of showing that sort of feeling of caring. But thats not all the caring that I have, I've been told by more than one person that I'm someone who is very maternal. I like knowing that I can cook up some food, or go to the kitchens and make sure that theres chicken soup on the dinner menu for those who have a cold. Or visiting those who are injured and making sure that they're comfortable, and a lot of the time with this caring nature of mine I even forget to take care of myself. Because I am busy taking care of those around me, something which is apparently another motherly thing, seeing as how most mothers tend to get like that, especially when their children are the ones who are sick, or injured. So when it comes to my friends, I am super protective, and caring towards them. Because they are the family that I chose, so if I chose them, then of course I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure that they are in fact, okay. Even if it means sacrificing a bit of my own health or well-being to do just that.
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Were they writing their freaking life story?
Were they writing their freaking life story?
HISTORY:
Wonder what this wallet's
made of...?
made of...?
YOUR NAME: tals
YEARS RPING: 9+
CONTACT INFO: AIM, PM.
You've got
style!
style!
RP SAMPLE:
There were so many things that ran throughout his head. What would happen after this date and what it was, if anything, should he expect afterwards? He already knew that she would be a wonderful mother, that she had a kind soul and was beautiful on the inside and out the outside. Which was maybe why Micah had hesitated for so long when it came to Isabelle, if it wasn’t because of that it was because of that friendship that the two had. To think that he could possibly loose someone like her, it made him shudder, because Isabelle, whether she knew it or not, had become a large part of him. She was an extension of himself, and it wasn’t something that he could ever see himself getting rid of, especially since she was the better part of him.
Micah, on several occasions, had thought about voicing these sorts of thoughts to her, and then he reminded himself just how sappy it would sound. And frankly, he was never really the sort of person who was into all that sort of sap, not unless he was being forced into some sort of chick flick film by one of the girls he was close with. A slight shudder rolled down his spine at the reminder and he couldn’t help but shake that mane of his a couple of times, he had yet to actually cut his hair like he had said he would. Hey, maybe he would try to rock the whole long hair thing. That is, until someone snuck into his room at night and cut it all off, which he sort of guessed would end up happening at some point.
But that wasn’t something that he would continue to focus on. At least, not when the beautiful Isabelle had walked into the room, and boy, did Micah think that she could take the breath from those around her. Alright…at least from him she could, mot that it truly surprised him. He’d seen her dress up on several occasions, even when he was with Millie he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander from his girlfriend to his best friend. There was always something about that outward charm of hers that managed to capture and hold his attention, which was probably why he had always been drawn to her. Even if he had pushed it to the back of his mind, which was where he had thought it belonged, for those reasons that had run through his mind only a few minutes before.
However it was the words that came from the female before him, that drew him from his thoughts, and a soft chuckle came from him. “How very kind of you,” he murmured with a nod. When he saw her move for her seat after the peck of the cheek, he pulled the chair out for her. Making sure that gentleman charm came out as he pushed the seat in for her and he slipped back over to his own seat that sat across from her own. Now came that time where he was unsure of what to say, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Isabelle could make small talk there might have been that moment of awkward silence. Which was something that he was trying to avoid at all costs, because that awkward silence was something that could totally kill a date.
Not that Micah had, had many of those sorts of dates, but that had a lot to do with the fact that Millie was a chatter box, and he was someone who didn’t mind sitting there and nodding at the right moments and agreeing when it was right. And while Isabelle could keep a conversation going, he could hardly consider her to be a real chatterbox, at least not on the same level that his last serious dating partner had been. At the words that came from her mouth Micah laughed and nodded, “Oh yes, if we were to adventure out there who knows what we could really find.” Micah took another sip of water and leaned back in his seat once more. “Oh no, I doubt there really is anything that can compare to your wine.”
It was true, he had had her wine on a number of occasions, or had at least taken a few sips of some. “Though, we should definitely find a wine that can compete with it, I mean it may add a bit of fun competition to you,” he said with a playful grin creeping onto his face.
Micah, on several occasions, had thought about voicing these sorts of thoughts to her, and then he reminded himself just how sappy it would sound. And frankly, he was never really the sort of person who was into all that sort of sap, not unless he was being forced into some sort of chick flick film by one of the girls he was close with. A slight shudder rolled down his spine at the reminder and he couldn’t help but shake that mane of his a couple of times, he had yet to actually cut his hair like he had said he would. Hey, maybe he would try to rock the whole long hair thing. That is, until someone snuck into his room at night and cut it all off, which he sort of guessed would end up happening at some point.
But that wasn’t something that he would continue to focus on. At least, not when the beautiful Isabelle had walked into the room, and boy, did Micah think that she could take the breath from those around her. Alright…at least from him she could, mot that it truly surprised him. He’d seen her dress up on several occasions, even when he was with Millie he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander from his girlfriend to his best friend. There was always something about that outward charm of hers that managed to capture and hold his attention, which was probably why he had always been drawn to her. Even if he had pushed it to the back of his mind, which was where he had thought it belonged, for those reasons that had run through his mind only a few minutes before.
However it was the words that came from the female before him, that drew him from his thoughts, and a soft chuckle came from him. “How very kind of you,” he murmured with a nod. When he saw her move for her seat after the peck of the cheek, he pulled the chair out for her. Making sure that gentleman charm came out as he pushed the seat in for her and he slipped back over to his own seat that sat across from her own. Now came that time where he was unsure of what to say, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Isabelle could make small talk there might have been that moment of awkward silence. Which was something that he was trying to avoid at all costs, because that awkward silence was something that could totally kill a date.
Not that Micah had, had many of those sorts of dates, but that had a lot to do with the fact that Millie was a chatter box, and he was someone who didn’t mind sitting there and nodding at the right moments and agreeing when it was right. And while Isabelle could keep a conversation going, he could hardly consider her to be a real chatterbox, at least not on the same level that his last serious dating partner had been. At the words that came from her mouth Micah laughed and nodded, “Oh yes, if we were to adventure out there who knows what we could really find.” Micah took another sip of water and leaned back in his seat once more. “Oh no, I doubt there really is anything that can compare to your wine.”
It was true, he had had her wine on a number of occasions, or had at least taken a few sips of some. “Though, we should definitely find a wine that can compete with it, I mean it may add a bit of fun competition to you,” he said with a playful grin creeping onto his face.
Better leave this where it is...
...don't want to get in trouble.
...don't want to get in trouble.
