Post by michael on Jun 25, 2013 1:39:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] james arthur fitzroy. seventeen. gryffindor. 11 inches, ash, torkoal claw core, hard. Bradley james. | |
[rs=2] | James has sharp facial features, but they are softened when he smiles, or actually looks happy. He can be called handsome by many, but he never uses it to his advantage. His light brunette hair has natural blonde highlights that come out brighter during the summer months. He's always outside though, so his locks never take on a dark shade. James’ eyes are another story. They hold people captivated if he catches their gaze, and it's easily seen why. His eyes are a crystalline shade of blue, lighter than the lightest of blues. They can be called grey with flecks of blue and green within them. He tries to hide his emotions from them at all times simply because he knows that that's a weakness. He doesn't like showing what he's feeling, and he has worked hard on keeping them inside of him at all times. James can be a little hard to get along with because he's so stubborn. He doesn't like taking no for an answer, and he doesn't like listening to anyone, so he doesn't. He does his own thing on his own time, and he feels that is why he has kept himself alive for so long. It fills him with a sense of accomplishment, and that is never a good thing, because he can have a big head on his shoulders. He doesn't make rash decisions though, and is one that thinks a lot of things through. He doesn't like making mistakes, and he makes sure that there isn't a chance for that. He's a protector, and he'll put all others before himself, so you can't call him selfish or arrogant in the least. He has a bit of an anger issue though, and it can get the best of him at times. When he's involved in a fight, or anything else like that, he puts all of himself into it, and never gives up, even when he should. He doesn't go down very easily, even if he gets a few bad injuries. James has an iron will, and his defiance is something that can't be matched. He only has to worry about himself most of the time. But if someone else is in trouble, he'll be there without a doubt. He's brave, and sometimes stupid in his decisions, but he's working on that. He's courageous and noble. His friends, as he claims with all of his heart, are his life. It all started during a thunderstorm in London. Lucretia Fitzroy gave birth to a young boy who beside the raging storm outside could still cry louder than the howls of the rain. He was to be the only child in a family of three wizards. His father, Brandon Fitzroy, had long asked for a child, and with his birth, James brought a long lost smile upon his father’s face. Needless to say, James was brought up to be the perfect example of a shining new wizard, learning all about what it meant to be born in the Fitzroy family. While pure blooded, the Fitzroy family didn’t uphold the values that many others had forced on their children some years ago. The only value that they bestowed on him was that there was only good and evil in this world, and a Fitzroy wizard would always have to do good. Protect your loved ones at all costs, be brave in the face of danger and always aspire to do good was some of the many lessons the boy was taught. While others were raised in the tales of Snow White, he was raised learning of Merlin, of Harry Potter, of Albus Dumbledore. It didn’t take that much time for the boy to show his magical aptitude. At the age of seven, he set the courtyard on fire, while he had been chasing a butterfly. At first, his father’s cheering had puzzled the boy, only to realize later what he had done. His family was a wealthy one, but he had never turned out to be spoilt. Punishment would always ensue after his pranks, which was why little James had been scared to death at first. Yet, the years passed, and as he grew, he received the letter from Hogwarts. Nothing had prepared him for all the presents he received. But, his most treasured one was always going to be his wand. He had entered the shop with a huge smile, only for it to be erased a few thousand tries later. The young boy couldn’t find the perfect wand for him, and while he kept swishing and flicking wands with anticipation, nothing would happen. Until he picked up a wand in a red box. No one had prepared him for that moment. He felt his heart pounding inside his chest, he felt a fire inside him that he had never felt before. To be brave, he needed to be as alive as fire was, to be courageous we would have to shed light to darkness. To do only good was a choice, but now it was his responsibility. For like the flames his wand had created at the touch, he would have to rise to become the best. He had never believed that leaving his home would end up being a tear jerking moment. His mother had cried while he had desperately pleaded his father to help him escape her constant hugs. He arrived to Hogwarts that night, only to be sorted in the house of Gryffindor, much like his father and mother had during their years in the school. His wand was quite hard to master at first, but as the years passed, he began to understand it. Easy spells wouldn’t do, he would have to keep becoming better in order to fully be able to protect his friends. Enemies were made much sooner than friends, for the boy’s stubbornness and defiance in the face of danger occasionally landed him in the weirdest of situations. He would fight for what he believed in to the point of passing out at times. Needless to say, he, at one point, was one of the most frequent visitors of the hospital wing. Slytherins hated his guts, Gryffindors thought of him as their brother in arms, some Ravenclaws believed he was entirely stupid while Hufflepuffs would help him whenever he needed their help or vice versa. The years passed, and as he reached his fifth year, he would have to make a choice. He knew what he was meant to be, what his father had taught him had taken deep root inside him. He chose to become an Auror, even though the dark ages of the past had been long gone. He had never been the greatest of students, but his natural aptitude in defense against the dark arts as well as some necessary last moment reading got him what he so desperately needed. He would continue to aspire to be an auror for he had aced his O.W.Ls. His sixth year at Hogwarts passed like a breeze and now he stands in front of everyone, ready to seize his destiny. Likes; pranks, occasional drinking, quidditch, protecting his friends, a good fight, defense against the dark arts, taking the lead Dislikes; being the center of attention, most slytherins, evil deeds, manipulation, being played, failure |
michael. 21.eleven to twelve. |
