Post by Benny-poo Finnigan on Jan 10, 2007 16:08:17 GMT -5
OOC
Name/Alias: Katie
IC
Full Name: Gregory Edward Michael Baddock
Age//Year: 14; Fourth Year
Affiliation: Death Eaters
House: Gryffindor
Parents: Romilda and Malcolm Baddock
Blood: Pure?
History:
“It’s a boy.”
“Joyous smiles lit up the room,” they said, “the family name could live on, living with it the family tradition of becoming a Death Eater.”
The last part wasn’t actually told to Gregory Edward Micheal Baddock, but he knew it was true. He knew his parents were Death Eaters. He knew his parents were on, what most people considered, the ‘bad’ side. He knew, and took pride in it when he was younger. After all, wasn’t that what Death Eater’s kids supposed to do? Go to Hogwarts, get into Slytherin, grow up, become Death Eaters. Right?
That dream was shattered for Ed on his first night at Hogwarts. He was slightly nervous as he stepped up to the sorting hat after his sister. She got into Slytherin, then he would, too. The hat was set upon his head. It sat there for a few minutes before screaming, “Gryffindor,” out to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Gryffindor, he thought as he got off the stool and numbly walked to the Gryffindor Table.
That night, Ed sent a letter to his parents. A simple letter telling his parents what house he got. He stayed a bit longer in the Owlery, thinking. Gryffindors weren’t bad, though, by definition, he was supposed to hate them. Gryffindor. He was a Gryffindor. Not a Slytherin, but a Gryffindor. As he stared off in the distance, he imagined what his parents would do when they found out. He imagined them regretting teaching him all the spells, curses, and jinxes. He could imagine them disowning him, too. After all, what Death Eater would want a son in Gryffindor?
Everything had turned out okay, though. Ed wasn’t disowned, and his parents never mentioned what house he was in. Whether it was because they were embarrassed, or because they knew he didn’t want to talk about, Ed didn’t know. What he did know, though, was he was happy they never mentioned it, but he couldn’t help but feel his parents were disappointed in him for not being in Slytherin. Ed also felt that his parents liked, even loved, his twin more than him, because she /was/ in Slytherin.
Now, though, now is Ed’s chance. With the Death Eaters controlling the school, it’s Ed’s chance to show he’s not some pathetic Gryffindor, but a Death Eaters’ son.
Appearance:
Ed’s favorite thing about himself, (yes, he has a favorite thing), is his hair. His dark brown hair that’s always in his face. Something he would /never/ let his mom cut. He loved it. He never minded that it was constantly in his vision, normally blocking over his blue eyes completely. His blue eyes were one of the few things he got from his father. Ed’s tan skin and dark hair were both from his mother. His rather small size, though, came from his father, too. Ed stands at only 5 foot 2, and weighs no more than 95 pounds. His small frame would be ideal for being a seeker, but that wasn’t his position. If Ed would ever try out for the Quidditch team, then he’d go for a chaser position, but he would never try out. Whether he would make it or not will always be a mystery.
He could usually be found in his Hogwart’s attire, but when out of class he just wears a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. He’s not much for appearances, much to many, such as his family, disapproval.
Personality:
If anyone would ever talk to Ed, they would know he was nice, but no one ever talks to Ed. Not that anyone has never tried; they have. It’s just Ed normally distances himself from people. He could normally be seen sitting alone in the library, studying or doing homework, or sitting alone in the great hall and common room, doing the same things. Studying. That’s all he ever did. Ed’s thought was that if he studied, made good grades, then his parents would be proud. They would no longer be ashamed a have a child, a son, in Gryffindor.
Back to Ed’s qualities, though. He’s nice, not overly nice like someone who would do anything and everything for you, but nice, meaning he wouldn’t yell at you, unless you really push his buttons. The main reason he’s nice, or would be nice, is that he really doesn’t want to be alone all the time. He wants to have his older friends. His older now-Slytherin friends back. Heck, he’d even take some new friends. He wanted someone who would talk to him, besides his sister, he wanted friends. Friends. That word sounded nice.
In class, Ed keeps to himself, normally knowing the answer, but never raising his hand to say anything. His best classes would easily be Charms and Transfiguration. The classes he was okay at, meaning he knew the answers, but didn’t spend his spare time reading about, were Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy and Herbology. His worst classes, however, the classes he couldn’t seem to grasp, were Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. When would they ever be needed? was his main thought about them. Potions, though, Potions was a different story. Potions intrigued him, but whenever he was in class, he would always freeze up. His potion, meaning to be a cyan-colour, would end up bright pink. He couldn’t understand it, but he doesn’t fret about it much.
Extras:
Nope.
Roleplay sample:
Haha. You make me laugh.
Name/Alias: Katie
IC
Full Name: Gregory Edward Michael Baddock
Age//Year: 14; Fourth Year
Affiliation: Death Eaters
House: Gryffindor
Parents: Romilda and Malcolm Baddock
Blood: Pure?
History:
“It’s a boy.”
“Joyous smiles lit up the room,” they said, “the family name could live on, living with it the family tradition of becoming a Death Eater.”
The last part wasn’t actually told to Gregory Edward Micheal Baddock, but he knew it was true. He knew his parents were Death Eaters. He knew his parents were on, what most people considered, the ‘bad’ side. He knew, and took pride in it when he was younger. After all, wasn’t that what Death Eater’s kids supposed to do? Go to Hogwarts, get into Slytherin, grow up, become Death Eaters. Right?
That dream was shattered for Ed on his first night at Hogwarts. He was slightly nervous as he stepped up to the sorting hat after his sister. She got into Slytherin, then he would, too. The hat was set upon his head. It sat there for a few minutes before screaming, “Gryffindor,” out to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Gryffindor, he thought as he got off the stool and numbly walked to the Gryffindor Table.
That night, Ed sent a letter to his parents. A simple letter telling his parents what house he got. He stayed a bit longer in the Owlery, thinking. Gryffindors weren’t bad, though, by definition, he was supposed to hate them. Gryffindor. He was a Gryffindor. Not a Slytherin, but a Gryffindor. As he stared off in the distance, he imagined what his parents would do when they found out. He imagined them regretting teaching him all the spells, curses, and jinxes. He could imagine them disowning him, too. After all, what Death Eater would want a son in Gryffindor?
Everything had turned out okay, though. Ed wasn’t disowned, and his parents never mentioned what house he was in. Whether it was because they were embarrassed, or because they knew he didn’t want to talk about, Ed didn’t know. What he did know, though, was he was happy they never mentioned it, but he couldn’t help but feel his parents were disappointed in him for not being in Slytherin. Ed also felt that his parents liked, even loved, his twin more than him, because she /was/ in Slytherin.
Now, though, now is Ed’s chance. With the Death Eaters controlling the school, it’s Ed’s chance to show he’s not some pathetic Gryffindor, but a Death Eaters’ son.
Appearance:
Ed’s favorite thing about himself, (yes, he has a favorite thing), is his hair. His dark brown hair that’s always in his face. Something he would /never/ let his mom cut. He loved it. He never minded that it was constantly in his vision, normally blocking over his blue eyes completely. His blue eyes were one of the few things he got from his father. Ed’s tan skin and dark hair were both from his mother. His rather small size, though, came from his father, too. Ed stands at only 5 foot 2, and weighs no more than 95 pounds. His small frame would be ideal for being a seeker, but that wasn’t his position. If Ed would ever try out for the Quidditch team, then he’d go for a chaser position, but he would never try out. Whether he would make it or not will always be a mystery.
He could usually be found in his Hogwart’s attire, but when out of class he just wears a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. He’s not much for appearances, much to many, such as his family, disapproval.
Personality:
If anyone would ever talk to Ed, they would know he was nice, but no one ever talks to Ed. Not that anyone has never tried; they have. It’s just Ed normally distances himself from people. He could normally be seen sitting alone in the library, studying or doing homework, or sitting alone in the great hall and common room, doing the same things. Studying. That’s all he ever did. Ed’s thought was that if he studied, made good grades, then his parents would be proud. They would no longer be ashamed a have a child, a son, in Gryffindor.
Back to Ed’s qualities, though. He’s nice, not overly nice like someone who would do anything and everything for you, but nice, meaning he wouldn’t yell at you, unless you really push his buttons. The main reason he’s nice, or would be nice, is that he really doesn’t want to be alone all the time. He wants to have his older friends. His older now-Slytherin friends back. Heck, he’d even take some new friends. He wanted someone who would talk to him, besides his sister, he wanted friends. Friends. That word sounded nice.
In class, Ed keeps to himself, normally knowing the answer, but never raising his hand to say anything. His best classes would easily be Charms and Transfiguration. The classes he was okay at, meaning he knew the answers, but didn’t spend his spare time reading about, were Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy and Herbology. His worst classes, however, the classes he couldn’t seem to grasp, were Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. When would they ever be needed? was his main thought about them. Potions, though, Potions was a different story. Potions intrigued him, but whenever he was in class, he would always freeze up. His potion, meaning to be a cyan-colour, would end up bright pink. He couldn’t understand it, but he doesn’t fret about it much.
Extras:
Nope.
Roleplay sample:
Haha. You make me laugh.
