Post by Mark Potter on Jan 16, 2006 20:29:11 GMT -5
Full Name: Marcus Caden Potter
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Year: 6th
Bloodline: Pure
Parentage:
Father: Harry Potter
Mother: Alicia Potter
Houses in order of Preference: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw
Wand: 13 inches, maple, Chimera scale
Pet: N/A; he's not an animal person.
Personality:
Mark's an angel... honestly. To the outside world, Mark is as perfect as a sixteen-year-old boy could be. He's generally (notice the generally in that) polite and quiet in public, but everything changes when he gets behind closed doors. If he is just sitting in the common room or at his house, a completely different Mark comes out. He's rude, self-centered, and will do anything to get his way. Mark and Harry are always fighting over something. Whether it is over how Mark does his hair or the girls he dates and the people he is friends with, they never agree on anything.
He prides himself on barely making the "pureblood" label, but he wouldn't give up his last name for anything, except maybe money, because it comes with fame. The celebrity status that comes with the Potter name is the only thing about his family that he likes. He loathes his father's "bravery and being naive will save us all" attitude, and prefers a more sinister, sly view on life.
Appearance:
His eyes are dark green and distant. His hair is shaggy and black. He's tall... Yada, yada, yada. The most important thing about Mark's appearance is that he's good looking. He's the sort of good looking that is complimented perfectly by his so-called "dangerous" nature. Mark is not dangerous, but being a black sheep is something the girls really like.
They all want to tame him and make him their little slave. Guess what, girls. That is never going to happen, and it would be a good idea if you would just go off and find a nice guy. There are plenty of nice guys out there. In fact, his brother is one, but Mark is definitely not. He is a jerk, and he cares only about number one. His sweet exterior and good looks may be a bit deceiving, but make no mistake, he's foul.
History:
Being born to two perfect, Gryffindor parents, one of whom saved the world, who had a lot of expectations for him put a strain on Mark that most people don't have. When he was three, everything was fine; there was no stress. Mark's one, big mistake was that he accidentally revealed to his father that he could talk to snakes, hoping this would impress his father. It did not. All this served to do was make Harry angry. His son wasn't supposed to be a parselmouth. He wasn't supposed to pass that on... He was supposed to pass on bravery and a love of Quidditch, not this.
From then on, it seemed like he was never good enough. No matter what he did it wasn't right. Being the family screw-up is hardly a respectable thing so he decided that instead of being the screw-up he would be the black sheep. There is a very clear distinction between the two. The screw-up messes up everything everywhere they go. The black sheep does things how he wants... and is liked by girls.
After feeling like he was a failure in his family's eyes for so long, he finally gave up and shut them all out. Screw them. Mark wasn't exactly a wild rebel though. More like, he was a conformist, arrogant, elitist jerk in a family full of rebels. Even if he wasn't good enough for his family, Mark was going to make sure that he was perfect in the eyes of everyone else.
When he wanted attention, Mark would do whatever it took to get it. This evolved into his sometimes rude attitude. As for the snobbish nature, well, after feeling like your being ignored and looked down on your whole life, you start to emulate that as a defense mechanism. Everything else grew from that and Mark's already un-Potterlike personality until, at age eleven, he was sorted into Slytherin.
Mark returned home for Christmas break that year ready to impress his parents with all his great marks. Finally, they would like him; finally, he would get some attention around here. However, Mark find that Harry would not look him in the eyes. He seemed angry at him and embarrassed. Since then, Mark has grown more and more frustrated. He felt betrayed. He didn't need his family. He didn't need anyone. Even if his father didn't really hate him, the disappointment that he seemed to have was just as bad.
Sample Post:
Mark, adorned with the usual smirk, walked around the corridors. He had nothing to do but strut around the halls looking at girls. Some people would have found this boring, but he definitely wasn't complaining. Studying was overrated, and he didn't need it anyway. He was tempted to head to the owlery and write a letter, but there was no one outside of Hogwarts that he really liked communicating with at all.
His father didn't want to hear anything that Mark had to say or write for that matter. His mother wasn't exactly young anymore so she had all that "wisdom" to share that he considered to be useless. He didn't want to hear all of her advice about how he should be this and that. Who cared? He surely did not.
Gryffindors were all obsessed with doing what was right anyway. People could take care of themselves so diving in front of cars or defeating Dark Lords for others was useless. All you need is enough spine to take care of yourself. There were too many of those Gryffindor-types populating the planet with their stupidity.
An interesting-looking girl walked by him, and Mark's mind went from the idiocy one-fourth of the school population to other things, namely her body. The problem was that he kept looking at her as she walked in the other direction, and well, he got what was coming to him. Instead of looking forward as she got smaller and smaller, he sort of stopped thinking about anything and walked directly into a wall at the corner, which he would have noticed had he been paying attention.
"Oww!" he screamed, rubbing his throbbing forehead. Knowing his luck, someone was watching and thinking about what an idiot he was.
((Yes! Finally, it's open... ;D))
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Year: 6th
Bloodline: Pure
Parentage:
Father: Harry Potter
Mother: Alicia Potter
Houses in order of Preference: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw
Wand: 13 inches, maple, Chimera scale
Pet: N/A; he's not an animal person.
Personality:
Mark's an angel... honestly. To the outside world, Mark is as perfect as a sixteen-year-old boy could be. He's generally (notice the generally in that) polite and quiet in public, but everything changes when he gets behind closed doors. If he is just sitting in the common room or at his house, a completely different Mark comes out. He's rude, self-centered, and will do anything to get his way. Mark and Harry are always fighting over something. Whether it is over how Mark does his hair or the girls he dates and the people he is friends with, they never agree on anything.
He prides himself on barely making the "pureblood" label, but he wouldn't give up his last name for anything, except maybe money, because it comes with fame. The celebrity status that comes with the Potter name is the only thing about his family that he likes. He loathes his father's "bravery and being naive will save us all" attitude, and prefers a more sinister, sly view on life.
Appearance:
His eyes are dark green and distant. His hair is shaggy and black. He's tall... Yada, yada, yada. The most important thing about Mark's appearance is that he's good looking. He's the sort of good looking that is complimented perfectly by his so-called "dangerous" nature. Mark is not dangerous, but being a black sheep is something the girls really like.
They all want to tame him and make him their little slave. Guess what, girls. That is never going to happen, and it would be a good idea if you would just go off and find a nice guy. There are plenty of nice guys out there. In fact, his brother is one, but Mark is definitely not. He is a jerk, and he cares only about number one. His sweet exterior and good looks may be a bit deceiving, but make no mistake, he's foul.
History:
Being born to two perfect, Gryffindor parents, one of whom saved the world, who had a lot of expectations for him put a strain on Mark that most people don't have. When he was three, everything was fine; there was no stress. Mark's one, big mistake was that he accidentally revealed to his father that he could talk to snakes, hoping this would impress his father. It did not. All this served to do was make Harry angry. His son wasn't supposed to be a parselmouth. He wasn't supposed to pass that on... He was supposed to pass on bravery and a love of Quidditch, not this.
From then on, it seemed like he was never good enough. No matter what he did it wasn't right. Being the family screw-up is hardly a respectable thing so he decided that instead of being the screw-up he would be the black sheep. There is a very clear distinction between the two. The screw-up messes up everything everywhere they go. The black sheep does things how he wants... and is liked by girls.
After feeling like he was a failure in his family's eyes for so long, he finally gave up and shut them all out. Screw them. Mark wasn't exactly a wild rebel though. More like, he was a conformist, arrogant, elitist jerk in a family full of rebels. Even if he wasn't good enough for his family, Mark was going to make sure that he was perfect in the eyes of everyone else.
When he wanted attention, Mark would do whatever it took to get it. This evolved into his sometimes rude attitude. As for the snobbish nature, well, after feeling like your being ignored and looked down on your whole life, you start to emulate that as a defense mechanism. Everything else grew from that and Mark's already un-Potterlike personality until, at age eleven, he was sorted into Slytherin.
Mark returned home for Christmas break that year ready to impress his parents with all his great marks. Finally, they would like him; finally, he would get some attention around here. However, Mark find that Harry would not look him in the eyes. He seemed angry at him and embarrassed. Since then, Mark has grown more and more frustrated. He felt betrayed. He didn't need his family. He didn't need anyone. Even if his father didn't really hate him, the disappointment that he seemed to have was just as bad.
Sample Post:
Mark, adorned with the usual smirk, walked around the corridors. He had nothing to do but strut around the halls looking at girls. Some people would have found this boring, but he definitely wasn't complaining. Studying was overrated, and he didn't need it anyway. He was tempted to head to the owlery and write a letter, but there was no one outside of Hogwarts that he really liked communicating with at all.
His father didn't want to hear anything that Mark had to say or write for that matter. His mother wasn't exactly young anymore so she had all that "wisdom" to share that he considered to be useless. He didn't want to hear all of her advice about how he should be this and that. Who cared? He surely did not.
Gryffindors were all obsessed with doing what was right anyway. People could take care of themselves so diving in front of cars or defeating Dark Lords for others was useless. All you need is enough spine to take care of yourself. There were too many of those Gryffindor-types populating the planet with their stupidity.
An interesting-looking girl walked by him, and Mark's mind went from the idiocy one-fourth of the school population to other things, namely her body. The problem was that he kept looking at her as she walked in the other direction, and well, he got what was coming to him. Instead of looking forward as she got smaller and smaller, he sort of stopped thinking about anything and walked directly into a wall at the corner, which he would have noticed had he been paying attention.
"Oww!" he screamed, rubbing his throbbing forehead. Knowing his luck, someone was watching and thinking about what an idiot he was.
((Yes! Finally, it's open... ;D))