Post by Nathan Potter on Jan 17, 2006 10:52:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Nathan Ian Potter
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Half-Blood
Parentage: Harry and Katie Potter
Houses in order of Preference: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin
Wand: 11 1/2", Canarium, Cerberus Heart-string core
Pet: A brown and gold-feathered barn owl accompanies Nathan wherever he may require her. Having rescued the owl after a time-traveling vacation with his family, Nathan named the owl Arrow after the Native American tribe chasing them down. Arrow has been eternally grateful, as she is an extremely loyal pet, messenger, and friend.
Personality: Much like his father, Nathan is an extremely down-to-earth guy. While not afraid to be the extroverted soul he is, he prefers to keep to himself unless the occasion calls for it. Nathan is an extremely protective brother and friend, virtually always looking out for his siblings and mates. Although his marks in school are high, Nate inherited the act of finding himself in trouble one too many times. As well as his father, Nathan can carry a short-temper that's easily burst, although he has been trying to lessen his... explosions...
Appearance: Nathan is an extremely tall guy, stretching to about 6'3. A full head of raven hair is actually quite managed and easily styled, luckily for his mother's dominant straight hair gene. Equally deep-colored eyes hold a bit of mystery to them, yet are quite observant. As for the seventh-year's build, Nathan is an extremely muscular guy. Sporting washboard abs and a very... healthy... body, a lot of romance potentials are quite attracted to Nate.
History: Being Harry Potter's first-born son, Nathan found himself beneath the weight of great expectations. Wizards and witches of the common world were always watching him, waiting to see what great things he would do. Having single-handedly stopped a stray troll in his third-year, Nathan once thought he might be able to live up to his expectations. Unfortunately, people were always looking for more. Although the Gryffindor is constantly pushed one way or the other, his optimistic personality always keeps him going.
Sample Post: (From a different site)
School had come to a very climactic close. It had ended somewhat like this:
"Hey James, I dare you to switch the flag with this bra."
"No way, man, that's stupid."
"I'll give you twenty bucks."
"I'm in."
So, after switching the flag, James descended back down only to realize the snickering crowd had been replaced by three angry-looking teachers. James gave a very confident smirk, and was escorted to detention.
Ah, if only he had been smart enough to escape school, he could be lounging on his ass, doing absolutely nothing at home. But no... that would have been too nice for him.
The senior sat within detention, staring out the window with a lack of regret or sorrow, an emotion that nervous detention-receivers usually faced. James heaved a sigh with boredom, then glancing at the pencil in his hand. Fighting back the urge to smirk, James got an idea. He stared up at the teacher in front of the room, who was evidently grading papers as teachers usually did after school.
Suddenly... he began.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
The teacher shot a pair of angered eyes at him, and James stopped, mock smiling. As soon as the weary eyes averted, James continued.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
Once again the teacher looked at him. The goatee covered lips spoke. "Stop it, Mr. Devereux, unless you'd like me to summon the principal." Aw... a threat. James was really getting him into it.
"'Summon' him all you want; you can't make me do anything."
The obviously enraged teacher narrowed the slits that were currently his eyes, and he stood very promptly. He slammed the notebook he was holding down on the desk, and exited the classroom. Not until James lost the sound of the echoing footsteps did he make a move.
"He won't find the principal's office. He can't even find his car." James reassured himself, smirking before standing and grabbing his book-bag.
The senior dashed out the classroom as quickly as possible, rounding the corridor only to smash into someone...
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Half-Blood
Parentage: Harry and Katie Potter
Houses in order of Preference: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin
Wand: 11 1/2", Canarium, Cerberus Heart-string core
Pet: A brown and gold-feathered barn owl accompanies Nathan wherever he may require her. Having rescued the owl after a time-traveling vacation with his family, Nathan named the owl Arrow after the Native American tribe chasing them down. Arrow has been eternally grateful, as she is an extremely loyal pet, messenger, and friend.
Personality: Much like his father, Nathan is an extremely down-to-earth guy. While not afraid to be the extroverted soul he is, he prefers to keep to himself unless the occasion calls for it. Nathan is an extremely protective brother and friend, virtually always looking out for his siblings and mates. Although his marks in school are high, Nate inherited the act of finding himself in trouble one too many times. As well as his father, Nathan can carry a short-temper that's easily burst, although he has been trying to lessen his... explosions...
Appearance: Nathan is an extremely tall guy, stretching to about 6'3. A full head of raven hair is actually quite managed and easily styled, luckily for his mother's dominant straight hair gene. Equally deep-colored eyes hold a bit of mystery to them, yet are quite observant. As for the seventh-year's build, Nathan is an extremely muscular guy. Sporting washboard abs and a very... healthy... body, a lot of romance potentials are quite attracted to Nate.
History: Being Harry Potter's first-born son, Nathan found himself beneath the weight of great expectations. Wizards and witches of the common world were always watching him, waiting to see what great things he would do. Having single-handedly stopped a stray troll in his third-year, Nathan once thought he might be able to live up to his expectations. Unfortunately, people were always looking for more. Although the Gryffindor is constantly pushed one way or the other, his optimistic personality always keeps him going.
Sample Post: (From a different site)
School had come to a very climactic close. It had ended somewhat like this:
"Hey James, I dare you to switch the flag with this bra."
"No way, man, that's stupid."
"I'll give you twenty bucks."
"I'm in."
So, after switching the flag, James descended back down only to realize the snickering crowd had been replaced by three angry-looking teachers. James gave a very confident smirk, and was escorted to detention.
Ah, if only he had been smart enough to escape school, he could be lounging on his ass, doing absolutely nothing at home. But no... that would have been too nice for him.
The senior sat within detention, staring out the window with a lack of regret or sorrow, an emotion that nervous detention-receivers usually faced. James heaved a sigh with boredom, then glancing at the pencil in his hand. Fighting back the urge to smirk, James got an idea. He stared up at the teacher in front of the room, who was evidently grading papers as teachers usually did after school.
Suddenly... he began.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
The teacher shot a pair of angered eyes at him, and James stopped, mock smiling. As soon as the weary eyes averted, James continued.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
Once again the teacher looked at him. The goatee covered lips spoke. "Stop it, Mr. Devereux, unless you'd like me to summon the principal." Aw... a threat. James was really getting him into it.
"'Summon' him all you want; you can't make me do anything."
The obviously enraged teacher narrowed the slits that were currently his eyes, and he stood very promptly. He slammed the notebook he was holding down on the desk, and exited the classroom. Not until James lost the sound of the echoing footsteps did he make a move.
"He won't find the principal's office. He can't even find his car." James reassured himself, smirking before standing and grabbing his book-bag.
The senior dashed out the classroom as quickly as possible, rounding the corridor only to smash into someone...