Post by JAMES CHARLUS POTTER on Feb 24, 2011 21:33:15 GMT
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The Revolution Has Begun
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
FULL NAME: James Charlus Potter
NICKNAMES: Prongs, Potter, Jamie (by a select few – it’s best not to test this one)
AGE: 42
BIRTHDAY: March 27, 1960
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BLOODLINE: Pureblood
HOUSE: Gryffindor
JOB: Auror
SIDE: Order of the Phoenix
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Animagus – takes the form of a stag
CANON: yes
"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
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HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
HOBBIES:
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
FEARS:
SECRETS:
"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."
GENERAL HISTORY:
FAMILY:
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
James couldn't believe this was happening. He was actually... going on a date... with Lily no less. This was the night he had been dreaming of for years. Of course, ever since she had agreed to it, Lily had probably been dreading this night, but that wouldn't matter. She was more concerned about the fact that they were sneaking out of the castle after hours instead of the fact that she was going on a date with James Potter, and that, to him, was success. For once, he wasn't the worst thing out there.
Still, even knowing how badly reluctant she was, James had put a lot of planning into this night. Everything was set, quite beautifully, he might add. Now he was getting ready in his dorm. His friends, thankfully, hadn't given him too much mockery for this. He actually got a few congratulations out of Sirius of all people. He had expected as much from Remus, and staring awe and wonder from Peter, but he had been sure that Sirius would let him know just how pathetic he was. Surprisingly, the mockery had been kept to a minimum, and his three best friends were wandering the castle somewhere else now while he prepared for his big night alone.
James hoped that Lily would think to get dressed up; he didn't want to look like an idiot in his current garments. Instead of the usual wizard robe formality, James had taken the great stride to roam into Muggle London to a bridal shop, standing a long few hours to get fitted for a striking black suit which he now wore. Not wanting to look totally out of the loop, he dressed up the suit with his Gryffindor tie, its maroon and gold stripes radiating from his chest nearly as far as his pounding heart was. That did it for the garment part of the outfitting.
His physical traits were another story. No matter how many times he had slicked his hair back, the few most stubborn hairs in the back refused to stay down, so they looked rather out of place with the rest of his hair which was being thankfully compliant. James had shined his glasses so they sparkled; he wasn't one for contacts. Since everyone he knew had gotten so used to his wearing glaases, without them he looked rather silly. James stole a squirt of Sirius' cologne; he knew his best mate wouldn't mind. This night was way too important to take any chances.
Trying not to sweat through his suit and kind of failing, James straightened his collar and checked himself in the mirror. 'You look good, man,' he told himself. 'She'll love it.' God, he hoped he was right.
He took a deep breath, then walked out of the bathroom, down the stairs and into the common room. He let out the breath with a loud whoosh sound when he saw that he was alone. He checked his dazzling watch, a gift from his father. 8:00 sharp. Of course she would be a bit late. Women.
Sitting on the couch nervously, James set his hands on his knees, trying to keep them from shaking so bad. Realizing that it didn't help, he took to twiddling his thumbs instead. He tried hard to keep his breaths regular, in fact he tried even harder to remember to breathe at all. How long would she take? Another glance at the watch: 8:03.
The fireplace crackled next to him as he sat straight up, not daring to lean back and wrinkle his new suit. Everything must be perfect; everything would be perfect. As long as she came down the stairs. She was coming, right? Oh God, James, don't start that. She wouldn't stand him up; he was sure of that. That was the thing about his dear Lily: she kept her word. One of the many things that kept him absolutely in love with her.
8:07.
He felt tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. Great. It must have been the heat from the fireplace. He should move, probably.
He couldn't bring his legs to move. Wonderful. Oh well.
James sat there on that couch for what seemed like ages. He had gone back to twiddling his thumbs, his knees still shaking. Wow, he was going to look incredibly pathetic if he couldn't get a hold of himself soon. Just relax, James. It's all set up. Everyone's done what you told them to, and it's all perfect. This night will be amazing, for both of you. Just.... relax... [/ul][/size]
"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."
NAME: Erin
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: many – probably at least six
LOCATION: California, baby!! (US)
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Slayer’s charrie request on Shadowplay
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