Post by eric dexter hopkins on Mar 5, 2011 16:05:34 GMT -5
ERIC DEXTER HOPKINS
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Maybe it's not my weekend,
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Eric Dexter Hopkins.
NICKNAMES:
Dex.
AGE:
Fifteen.
BIRTH DATE:
10.31.2028
BLOOD TYPE:
Half-Blood.
SEXUALITY:
Gay.
HOUSE & YEAR:
Slytherin. Fifth.
OCCUPATION:
Student.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
Devon Graye.
BEST TRAITS:
Clever. Driven. Understanding. Great Duelist. Good Liar.
WORST TRAITS:
Shy. Pessimistic. Believes that "the ends justify the means". Prone to depression. Good Liar.
PERSONALITY:
Eric's a study in contrast. He's a Slytherin who hangs out with Gryffindors, when he hangs out with anyone. He's determined to become a hotshot auror like his mom, but he's also facinated by the Dark Arts. He says that it's so he'll know what he's gonna be up against, but he's known to use some pretty nasty hexes in the Dueling Club. He studies like a Ravenclaw, and plenty of people wonder why he wasn't sorted into that house. But those who really know him can see that Eric's academic focus and success are driven by his ambitions to be a powerful wizard. He's the sort of person who dreams of an ideal world, and wouldn't think twice about forcing it into existance, if he had the power. Like the detectives in the stories he reads in his spare time, Eric is intelligent, driven, and withdrawn.
As far as friendships go, Eric is pretty shy. Years of getting picked on by other Slytherins has kept him from having any real friends in his own house, and has only gotten worse since they got wind of his romantic tendencies. He's tried, with some success, to make friends in other houses, mostly Gryfinndor. He, not entirely secretly, wishes that he were in that house. Still, Eric has a pretty thick shell, and so he's usually left pretty well alone.
In the romance department, Eric is gay through and through. He's known for a couple years, and is pretty comfortable with himself. But he's still never had any real romances. This is probably due to his withdrawn nature and intimidating reputation, along with a chronic shortage of gay guys at Hogwarts. But under it all, he's really a sweetheart, and would be fiercely devoted to any possible love interest.
All in all, Eric is a puzzle waiting to be broken, with the reward of a true friend or lover for anyone to do so.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
British/American.
HOME TOWN:
Avesbury, Wiltshire.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Middle Class.
PARENTS:
Aaron James Hopkins. 54. Criminal Psychologist. Alive.
Annaluna Hopkins. 48. Auror. Alive.
SIBLINGS:
None.
OTHERS:
None.
HISTORY:
It's not common for the wizarding and muggle worlds to touch, but it happens, and it happened when Aaron Hopkins, and FBI Agent and criminal psychologist on loan to Scottland Yard, was assigned to help with the hunt for a serial killer hunting on the heaths an moors all across the country. The lunatic only killed on the full moon, and left mutilated and half-eaten corpses strewn in his wake. It was not until a strange woman, Detective Annaluna Bennet, joined the task force that they began to make any real progress. Aaron was, despite some initial friction, very taken with this mysterious lady, who seemed to understand this killer's mind even better than he. When she saved him from being savaged by the werewolf, Aaron saw much more than she'd planned for him to. As the werewolf's corpse was taken away, Anna knew that she had to remove his memory. But when she raised her wand, that one little word, "obliviate", stuck in her throat. She married him later that year, much to the disapproval of her staunchly pureblooded family. Aaron retired from the FBI and went to work for Scottland Yard full time.
Two years later, Eric was born, and the family moved to Avebury. Though both of their jobs called for them to be in London, Annaluna recieved special permission to appirate Aaron and herself to work. Eric grew up quitely, going to muggle school and not fitting in. He made some friends, but spent most of his time reading Sherlock Holmes and other mystery stories.
When he was eleven, Eric started at Hogwarts, brimming with anticipation. Being sorted into Slytherin was probably the single worst moment in Eric's life. The treatment that he's recieved at the hands of his housemates borders on abuse, though it rarely crosses over, since they're affraid to duel with him. Still, despite his rough times, Eric excelled in Charms, Transfiguration, and especially Defense Against the Dark Arts.
In his third year, Eric began to notice guys. Not like just see them in the halls and such, but really take an interest. And while everyone else was pairing off into prelimenary couples, Eric dove deeper into his studies, achieving high marks in all of his classes, even potions, which had always been his weakness. All the while, he struggled to keep his eyes to himself in the bathrooms. That summer, Eric came out to his parents. Their reaction was surprised, though supportive.
When he came back to school, very little changed for Eric. His fellow Slytherins still tormented him, and as usual, he took refuge either in books, classes, dueling, or his few friends from the other houses. They knew about his interests, both in the Dark Arts and other guys, but he deliberately hid it from the others in his house. Never arm your enemy, and all. Every year, he'd hope that some decent kids would get sorted into Slytherin, but was always disappionted. Apparently being an asshole went with being ambitious.
At the beginning of this most recent year, the Slytherins held a "welcome back/getting to know the new members" party after the sorting ceremony, and somebody had the idea of spiking Eric''s butterbeer with Veritaserum. Within half an hour they'd extracted not only Eric's sexual orientation, but also the fact that he had a crush on the Gryfinndor Quidditch Captain, Theo Potter. Life has gotten significantly worse for Eric since then. Still, the hexes that he gets to test on his housemates are worth the detentions.
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
Darth Johnny
RP EXPERIENCE:
One and a half years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
SAMPLE POST:
Y O U W E A R T H E M A R O U N D L I K E Y O U ' R E
M E A N D Y O U N E V E R S A Y H E Y O R R E M E M B E R M Y N A M E[/font]
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Gaudy, Nate thought as he gazed at the front of Fangtasia. The place honestly looked exactly like what he expected a Louisiana vampire bar would. He wouldn't admit it, but the place reminded Nate of the circumstances that had led to his becoming a vampire, and that made him very uncomfortable. But he needed to speak with the sherrif, and everything that Nate had heard said that this was the place to find him.
Nate had spent his journey across the country dodging and glamouring teams of investigators sent by his mortal parents. But Nate hadn't seen or heard any sign of his elusive maker. And he was not sure that he would, if the obviously older vampire were to be on his trail. His maker clearly had more tricks up his sleeve. And so he'd come here, looking for Eric Northman, the sherrif. Nate hoped to find sanctuary and answers with the older vampire, but he defninitely wasn't getting his hopes up.
Upon arriving in Shreveport, Nate had glamoured some obviously wealthy humans out of their wallets, and used the proceeds to buy the most stylish suit that he could find. Shreveport didn't have much to offer, but there was not a vamp's chance at sunrise that Nate could have made it this far while also transporting formalwear. So he did his best to cut a dashing figure as he stood in the parking lot. After a moment, Nate strode towards the entryway, doing his best to project an air of belonging and status. A woman, who was a vampire if her skin tone and the defference being shown by the mortals was any sign. He moved directly to her, and, in a voice as authoratative as he could summon, said: "I have business with the Sherrif. Take me to him, please."
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THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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