Post by James Potter on Sept 25, 2005 3:21:06 GMT -5
Name: James Harold Potter III
Birthday: August 18, 1960
Gender: Male
Year: 7th Year
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Mahogany 11’, pliable (excellent for transfiguration)
Birthplace: London
Residence: Godric’s Hollow
Parents: Mrs. Jane Potter and Mr. James Potter
Siblings: none
Blood Type: Pure-blood
Pets: none
Background: Being their only child, James inherited a great fortune from his parents. A fortune he intended to be able to pass on to his own children. When James first came to Hogwarts, he was as timid as the rest. A shy boy in no place to pull the pranks that he did so often these days. Though ever since his first encounter with his infamous, and best mate, Sirius Black; the two formed a unbreakable team. Neither is ever seen without the other, unless of course there are extenuating circumstances, when one of the boys is held up with other business (((::cough cough:: the lady type))). Soon enough James’ Quidditch skills were recognized when he tried out for the team in his second year. Since then they have yet to lose a match, and James has achieved the position of team captain, not to mention an even more respected position, or at least in the eyes of the school (not necessarily James’ eyes) Head Boy. Along with Sirius, and his two other close friends, Remus Lupin, and Peter Petigrew, they became known as the Marauders of Hogwarts.
Personality: James is a rather bold, and can even come off as a bit cocky. More than often, the numerous compliments he gets about one thing or another only feed his ego. Though he doesn’t hear anybody complaining, except for maybe Lily, or the Slytherin’s, though when Slytherin’s are talking James isn’t usually listening anyways, and Lily’s beauty often takes James’ mind away from what she has to say a bit more than he would like.
Likes: James likes Quidditch…. no, in fact, he loves Quidditch. There is nothing else in the world that brings quite as much pleasure as riding his broom through a competitive game. Often he’ll even scrounge up a couple of friends to play against when the season is over or their not looking forward to any upcoming games; though if he finds there’s nothing else to do, he’ll even take his broom and go out flying by himself to pass the time.
Dislikes: He dislikes sneaky little Slytherin’s, especially ones that go by the name of Snivellous. Though other than that, James has very few worries. Sure classes are a bummer, but he gets by just fine. Some of them even come a bit naturally to James, and he passes them with ease.
Strengths: James, though he many cases he may not show it, is a very loyal friend. And those few people who do get close enough to find this out would agree. He would put himself in the greatest of danger sometimes, just to keep a friend happy.
He also has quite a unique ability, of which he often tributes to his excellent marks in transfiguration. He has the ability to transfigure into an animagus, taking the shape of a beautiful stag. From this he has earned the nickname Prongs from his friends, who also have the ability, though take their shapes as in Sirius’ case a black shaggy dog, and the form of a rat (a form James thinks fits him rather well) by his fellow Marauder Peter.
Weaknesses: His easy to anger temper gets in the way of the bigger picture all to often, and his personal habit of being a prankster hasn’t helped either.
Appearance: James is by far one of the more handsome boys of his year. Quidditch has always given him a strong build from long ours of training. His hair is black and rather shaggy looking; for the most part untamable, though it isn’t like James takes much effort in trying to tame it. On the contrary, he has a bad habit of messing it up to try and make it look wind swept, almost as though he just got off his broom. For the most part he looks like his father, apart from his eyes, which are just like his mothers; narrow with a hazily green color, covered by his thick black glasses.
Relationships?: James has never had what you might call a ‘relationship.’ He’s dated sure… more girls than he could possibly count on the bristles of his broom stick, but never has he maintained a relationship with a particular girl for more than a week or so. There has only been one girl in his site for some time now though, Lily Evans. James was never able to see a future with any of the other girls that dated, but Lily was something different. She wasn’t like the rest of them, which was probably the reason James was having such a hard time getting a date with her.
Sample Post:
James looked down at his paper cluttered desk, letting out a heavy sigh. He had dinner plans with Lily and had no time to even call her to tell her wouldn’t be able to make it. He wondered if she was even still awake.
He moved in front of his desk. He probably should have been hurrying to get home that this point, Lily was probably worried. Unfortunately he was finding himself utterly exhausted at what the day had had to offer him.
6 Death Eaters, 2 Aurors in the hospital. They were getting less subtle about their attacks, and James knew exactly what they were trying to do. Divide families and friends with simple fear tactics. It was silly concept… but it was working rather well for them. It was hard to tell who was a Death Eater these days without them just coming out telling you. People were getting suspicious of each other; firing pointless hexes at innocent bystanders.
James surveyed his office one last time before moving back behind it and collecting his things. He never wanted to return each morning... work wasn’t a pleasant thing these days. He thought that maybe if he could keep an image of his office in his head… then it would be more like he had never really left, making it easier to leave Lily in the morning. He plan never worked, but he did it anyways.
After stuffing several documents and forms that James swore to himself he would be able to get done at home, he pulled his wand out from inside his cloak pocket. A small flash of light, and James was back at home, inside the warm confounds of his living room. He found Lily, as he had suspected, fast asleep on the couch, looking just as cute as ever.
James quickly looked down at his watch, 10 o’clock. He was three hours late. How could Lily even put up with him sometimes? He sat down softly on the couch next to her, though wasn’t so gentle in his approach to wake her. What could he say, old habits die hard. “Lily, wake up!” he sad with a slight grin and a forceful shake.
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Birthday: August 18, 1960
Gender: Male
Year: 7th Year
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Mahogany 11’, pliable (excellent for transfiguration)
Birthplace: London
Residence: Godric’s Hollow
Parents: Mrs. Jane Potter and Mr. James Potter
Siblings: none
Blood Type: Pure-blood
Pets: none
Background: Being their only child, James inherited a great fortune from his parents. A fortune he intended to be able to pass on to his own children. When James first came to Hogwarts, he was as timid as the rest. A shy boy in no place to pull the pranks that he did so often these days. Though ever since his first encounter with his infamous, and best mate, Sirius Black; the two formed a unbreakable team. Neither is ever seen without the other, unless of course there are extenuating circumstances, when one of the boys is held up with other business (((::cough cough:: the lady type))). Soon enough James’ Quidditch skills were recognized when he tried out for the team in his second year. Since then they have yet to lose a match, and James has achieved the position of team captain, not to mention an even more respected position, or at least in the eyes of the school (not necessarily James’ eyes) Head Boy. Along with Sirius, and his two other close friends, Remus Lupin, and Peter Petigrew, they became known as the Marauders of Hogwarts.
Personality: James is a rather bold, and can even come off as a bit cocky. More than often, the numerous compliments he gets about one thing or another only feed his ego. Though he doesn’t hear anybody complaining, except for maybe Lily, or the Slytherin’s, though when Slytherin’s are talking James isn’t usually listening anyways, and Lily’s beauty often takes James’ mind away from what she has to say a bit more than he would like.
Likes: James likes Quidditch…. no, in fact, he loves Quidditch. There is nothing else in the world that brings quite as much pleasure as riding his broom through a competitive game. Often he’ll even scrounge up a couple of friends to play against when the season is over or their not looking forward to any upcoming games; though if he finds there’s nothing else to do, he’ll even take his broom and go out flying by himself to pass the time.
Dislikes: He dislikes sneaky little Slytherin’s, especially ones that go by the name of Snivellous. Though other than that, James has very few worries. Sure classes are a bummer, but he gets by just fine. Some of them even come a bit naturally to James, and he passes them with ease.
Strengths: James, though he many cases he may not show it, is a very loyal friend. And those few people who do get close enough to find this out would agree. He would put himself in the greatest of danger sometimes, just to keep a friend happy.
He also has quite a unique ability, of which he often tributes to his excellent marks in transfiguration. He has the ability to transfigure into an animagus, taking the shape of a beautiful stag. From this he has earned the nickname Prongs from his friends, who also have the ability, though take their shapes as in Sirius’ case a black shaggy dog, and the form of a rat (a form James thinks fits him rather well) by his fellow Marauder Peter.
Weaknesses: His easy to anger temper gets in the way of the bigger picture all to often, and his personal habit of being a prankster hasn’t helped either.
Appearance: James is by far one of the more handsome boys of his year. Quidditch has always given him a strong build from long ours of training. His hair is black and rather shaggy looking; for the most part untamable, though it isn’t like James takes much effort in trying to tame it. On the contrary, he has a bad habit of messing it up to try and make it look wind swept, almost as though he just got off his broom. For the most part he looks like his father, apart from his eyes, which are just like his mothers; narrow with a hazily green color, covered by his thick black glasses.
Relationships?: James has never had what you might call a ‘relationship.’ He’s dated sure… more girls than he could possibly count on the bristles of his broom stick, but never has he maintained a relationship with a particular girl for more than a week or so. There has only been one girl in his site for some time now though, Lily Evans. James was never able to see a future with any of the other girls that dated, but Lily was something different. She wasn’t like the rest of them, which was probably the reason James was having such a hard time getting a date with her.
Sample Post:
James looked down at his paper cluttered desk, letting out a heavy sigh. He had dinner plans with Lily and had no time to even call her to tell her wouldn’t be able to make it. He wondered if she was even still awake.
He moved in front of his desk. He probably should have been hurrying to get home that this point, Lily was probably worried. Unfortunately he was finding himself utterly exhausted at what the day had had to offer him.
6 Death Eaters, 2 Aurors in the hospital. They were getting less subtle about their attacks, and James knew exactly what they were trying to do. Divide families and friends with simple fear tactics. It was silly concept… but it was working rather well for them. It was hard to tell who was a Death Eater these days without them just coming out telling you. People were getting suspicious of each other; firing pointless hexes at innocent bystanders.
James surveyed his office one last time before moving back behind it and collecting his things. He never wanted to return each morning... work wasn’t a pleasant thing these days. He thought that maybe if he could keep an image of his office in his head… then it would be more like he had never really left, making it easier to leave Lily in the morning. He plan never worked, but he did it anyways.
After stuffing several documents and forms that James swore to himself he would be able to get done at home, he pulled his wand out from inside his cloak pocket. A small flash of light, and James was back at home, inside the warm confounds of his living room. He found Lily, as he had suspected, fast asleep on the couch, looking just as cute as ever.
James quickly looked down at his watch, 10 o’clock. He was three hours late. How could Lily even put up with him sometimes? He sat down softly on the couch next to her, though wasn’t so gentle in his approach to wake her. What could he say, old habits die hard. “Lily, wake up!” he sad with a slight grin and a forceful shake.
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