Post by Greg Sanders on Feb 5, 2006 19:13:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Greg Kyle Sanders
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Pure
Parentage: George and Clare Sanders
Houses in order of Preference: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Wand: 10 1/2 Phoenix Feather
Pet: Owl
Personality: Greg is a kinda laid back guy. He's smart, but doesn't like to use it. He just likes to be funny, and makes up jokes. He never goes to class. Well almost never. He likes to sleep a lot. Quidditch is another one of his stronger sides.
Appearance: Greg has brown hair that has blond streaks in it. It is normally going in all directions, or it lays flat(yeah right). He is tall, about 6'3. Not a bad height for a seventeen year old. He is thin, and has dark brown eyes.
History: When Greg and his twin sister, Sydney, were born, life was good. They were raised in London, where they were already trying to prove themselves worthy of their family. Their parents were Death Eaters, and while on an assignment, were killed. Greg and Syd were only three at the time of their death, and were never told exactly what had happened to them, only that they had died.
Soon after they were sent to an orphanage, where Greg was adopted into a rich family that also supported the dark lord. And even though he was only three, they got along great. Syd, on the other hand, died in the that same orphanage. Apparently from some kind of sickness.
Greg had a very good childhood with his adopted parents. He got every thing that he could ever want. Not to mention that he was spoiled to death, and enjoyed sleeping as much as he does now. So life for him couldn't have been better.
Sample Post: ((This was taken from another site, and it is very long. Normally, there a little shorter.))
Greg groaned slightly as he tried to sit up from the floor. What had made him fall off again? Well, that was a question that he had been asking himself for the last two weeks, and so far, was no where near finding the answer. Though, you would be asking that question too if you kept trying to sleep but then ended up on the floor. It must have been all of the tossing and turning that Greg had been doing during the night. Being a champion was okay, and there wasn't a lot of presser... yet.
Being told that it was going to get worse was only going to make him sleep less, and if you knew him, then you would know how much he liked to sleep. People said that he was like Jason Pierce, even though he had never met the guy. The only thing he knew about Jason was that he was a member of Screw. Though, he only knew one Screw member and that was Daniel Sanpe. But it was a brief met.
Life was too short to spend it on the floor of a common room, so after minutes of laying there, Greg had gotten up and changed into his "normal clothes." Even if, his normal clothes were only jeans, tee shirt, sweatshirt, and, of course, his sneakers. He could never be found wearing a uniform since he never went to class. You could most likely find him down by the lake or in Hogsmeade during class time.
Wondering around was another one of Greg's favorite things to do. He could do it all day if he had to. That and drinking JD, but Christy had taken the JD part away. And he couldn't help but be sore at her for that. That was another thing that him and Jason had in common, they both liked to drink, but Greg wasn't as lazy as he was. He could do things for himself instead of having another SCrew member as a mobile, but Jason would be Jason and Greg would be Greg. It was just the way things worked.
After walking along the courtyard and finding nothing interesting to do there, he walked out to the lake, one of his favorite places to be at. Normally there was no one here since it was too cold and many people would rather be inside. So it was the perfect place to go just to think, but too much thinking made Greg's brain hurt and it ended up giving him a headache, something that he didn't want. He already had too many of them, and certainly didn't want anymore.
Picking up a flat rock as he walked along, Greg skipped it across the lake, stopping to watch how far it went. He would do this every time he was out here, and each time, he got better at it. Though, he didn't know how he had ever gotten so good at it to began with. His parents never taught him that, and nether did his adopted parents. In fact, Greg thought that he had tough himself, which was most likely the answer.
Not paying attention to where he was going, Greg tripped over something and landed on the ground with a thud. That was the second time today that he had ended up on either the ground or the floor. Well, more bruises to add to the collection. He already had about five just from falling off the couch in the common room; one more wasn't going to make a difference. Sitting up slightly, Greg realized that what he had tripped over was someone's feet, or more to the point, a girl's pair of feet. Well, that was a nice way to make a first impression.
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Pure
Parentage: George and Clare Sanders
Houses in order of Preference: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Wand: 10 1/2 Phoenix Feather
Pet: Owl
Personality: Greg is a kinda laid back guy. He's smart, but doesn't like to use it. He just likes to be funny, and makes up jokes. He never goes to class. Well almost never. He likes to sleep a lot. Quidditch is another one of his stronger sides.
Appearance: Greg has brown hair that has blond streaks in it. It is normally going in all directions, or it lays flat(yeah right). He is tall, about 6'3. Not a bad height for a seventeen year old. He is thin, and has dark brown eyes.
History: When Greg and his twin sister, Sydney, were born, life was good. They were raised in London, where they were already trying to prove themselves worthy of their family. Their parents were Death Eaters, and while on an assignment, were killed. Greg and Syd were only three at the time of their death, and were never told exactly what had happened to them, only that they had died.
Soon after they were sent to an orphanage, where Greg was adopted into a rich family that also supported the dark lord. And even though he was only three, they got along great. Syd, on the other hand, died in the that same orphanage. Apparently from some kind of sickness.
Greg had a very good childhood with his adopted parents. He got every thing that he could ever want. Not to mention that he was spoiled to death, and enjoyed sleeping as much as he does now. So life for him couldn't have been better.
Sample Post: ((This was taken from another site, and it is very long. Normally, there a little shorter.))
Greg groaned slightly as he tried to sit up from the floor. What had made him fall off again? Well, that was a question that he had been asking himself for the last two weeks, and so far, was no where near finding the answer. Though, you would be asking that question too if you kept trying to sleep but then ended up on the floor. It must have been all of the tossing and turning that Greg had been doing during the night. Being a champion was okay, and there wasn't a lot of presser... yet.
Being told that it was going to get worse was only going to make him sleep less, and if you knew him, then you would know how much he liked to sleep. People said that he was like Jason Pierce, even though he had never met the guy. The only thing he knew about Jason was that he was a member of Screw. Though, he only knew one Screw member and that was Daniel Sanpe. But it was a brief met.
Life was too short to spend it on the floor of a common room, so after minutes of laying there, Greg had gotten up and changed into his "normal clothes." Even if, his normal clothes were only jeans, tee shirt, sweatshirt, and, of course, his sneakers. He could never be found wearing a uniform since he never went to class. You could most likely find him down by the lake or in Hogsmeade during class time.
Wondering around was another one of Greg's favorite things to do. He could do it all day if he had to. That and drinking JD, but Christy had taken the JD part away. And he couldn't help but be sore at her for that. That was another thing that him and Jason had in common, they both liked to drink, but Greg wasn't as lazy as he was. He could do things for himself instead of having another SCrew member as a mobile, but Jason would be Jason and Greg would be Greg. It was just the way things worked.
After walking along the courtyard and finding nothing interesting to do there, he walked out to the lake, one of his favorite places to be at. Normally there was no one here since it was too cold and many people would rather be inside. So it was the perfect place to go just to think, but too much thinking made Greg's brain hurt and it ended up giving him a headache, something that he didn't want. He already had too many of them, and certainly didn't want anymore.
Picking up a flat rock as he walked along, Greg skipped it across the lake, stopping to watch how far it went. He would do this every time he was out here, and each time, he got better at it. Though, he didn't know how he had ever gotten so good at it to began with. His parents never taught him that, and nether did his adopted parents. In fact, Greg thought that he had tough himself, which was most likely the answer.
Not paying attention to where he was going, Greg tripped over something and landed on the ground with a thud. That was the second time today that he had ended up on either the ground or the floor. Well, more bruises to add to the collection. He already had about five just from falling off the couch in the common room; one more wasn't going to make a difference. Sitting up slightly, Greg realized that what he had tripped over was someone's feet, or more to the point, a girl's pair of feet. Well, that was a nice way to make a first impression.