Post by thomas malcolm potter on Mar 8, 2011 14:43:40 GMT -5
THOMAS MALCOLM POTTER
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When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Thomas Malcolm Potter.
NICKNAMES:
Tommy
AGE:
15
BIRTH DATE:
September, 19th, 2029
BLOOD TYPE:
Pureblood
SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual
HOUSE & YEAR:
Gryffindor, 5th year
OCCUPATION:
Student
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
Andrew-Lee Potts
BEST TRAITS:
Loyal, easily amused, fun, confident, opinionated, confident in duelling, cheeky smile.
WORST TRAITS:
Not reliable, sometimes a little too over confident, lazy, often late for class, flamboyant, procrastinator
PERSONALITY:
Tommy is a lazy teenage who is regularly late for class, on top of this he has a biting tongue and likes to think that he is quick on his feet. Though he is kind hearted, Tommy’s jokes are often known to go far and can result in him being in peoples ‘bad books’. Tommy loves to live for the moment and likes to think of fear as just a four letter word.
Though Tommy is often outgoing and would spend as much time as possible having a joke, he isn’t scared to battle for things that he things right. He is prone to landing himself in detention and sometimes ‘forgets’ to respect his elders. Being socially withdrawn is a rare trait of Tommy, though when he is he finds himself alone and wrapped up in his thoughts. Tommy is loyal and brave and would go to the end of the earth for someone that he cared about.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
British.
HOME TOWN:
Same as siblings
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Middle Class.
PARENTS:
James and Daniella Potter.
SIBLINGS:
Theo James Potter, 17, Gryffindor, Student
Delilah Cindy Potter, 16, Gryffindor, Student
Reamus Sirius Potter, 14, Gryffindor, Student
OTHERS:
None.
HISTORY:
Tommy was the third child to James and Daniella Potter, he was always been a jovial and kind hearted child. As a youngster he was mischievous and easily amused, always being a trouble maker and easily amused child. From a young age it was obvious that he was very clever, though despite his intelligence and ability to pick things up very quickly – especially magic, Tommy has always chosen his own amusement rather than working or reading.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Tommy followed Potter tradition and was placed into Gryffindor house. He was happy that he was in with his siblings but soon made friends – after all he’s a Potter and as outgoing as they come. Tommy has always liked to annoy his family members but secretly he’d do absolutely anything for each one. Soon,
Tommy picked up a love of Transfiguration, finding it interesting about how you can turn the simplest of objects into something interesting.
Tommy has always loved Quidditch – loving the thrill of being a chaser and knowing that at the end of the day, a large portion of the outcome was down to him. This Potter is known for leaving his work until the last minute despite being incredibly intelligent. He finds it difficult to get up in the morning and therefore, is often late for his classes – though he views this as unavoidable. Hogwarts is Tommy’s favourite place to be and he loves spending his time there...how will his next few years go?
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
Davie
RP EXPERIENCE:
2 years
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
SAMPLE POST:
(from a different site)
The rain had been crashing against his dorm room window at an unpredictable and unbearable rate usually such a thing wouldn’t affect Pete, in fact usually it would be have the opposite effect on the boy as rain was actually Pete’s favourite form of weather. He found it refreshing. Though that wasn’t something that he tended to share with the people of the world – just in case they thought he was a little bit mental. But last night, the rain had kept him awake – the sheer sound of it like a thousand frozen peas falling onto a tiled floor and (in his opinion) would have been enough to wake up even the most unconscious of people. Since his Dad had died he no longer liked to use the phrase ‘loud enough to wake the dead’ because as he had learnt – nothing would ever be loud enough to wake the dead.
Running a hand through his hair as Pete wandered through the mall he glanced around at the shop windows, his hands buried deep inside the confines of his pockets. He’d come out on his own, he’d been getting a little stir crazy just sitting in his dorm room or just walking from class to class – he didn’t seem to have gain all that much of a social life yet and sadly; Pete had a nagging sensation that he should get used to his own company because something told him that he could remain friendless for quite some time. Sure he had his brother – but there was only so long he had until Charlie got sick of hanging out with him, he would only have so long until Charlie blew him off to be with his own friends – not that Pete would hold it against him, if he had friends he’d probably do the same thing.
Pete puffed out his cheeks, the sounds of laughter and other people having fun was beginning to be all that he could hear – it was as though everyone who hadn’t come alone was tormenting him in some sick and unnecessary way – and to make things worse Pete had no money. He’d gone to the mall, alone to window shop. That wasn’t exactly what he called a good time.
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The rain had been crashing against his dorm room window at an unpredictable and unbearable rate usually such a thing wouldn’t affect Pete, in fact usually it would be have the opposite effect on the boy as rain was actually Pete’s favourite form of weather. He found it refreshing. Though that wasn’t something that he tended to share with the people of the world – just in case they thought he was a little bit mental. But last night, the rain had kept him awake – the sheer sound of it like a thousand frozen peas falling onto a tiled floor and (in his opinion) would have been enough to wake up even the most unconscious of people. Since his Dad had died he no longer liked to use the phrase ‘loud enough to wake the dead’ because as he had learnt – nothing would ever be loud enough to wake the dead.
Running a hand through his hair as Pete wandered through the mall he glanced around at the shop windows, his hands buried deep inside the confines of his pockets. He’d come out on his own, he’d been getting a little stir crazy just sitting in his dorm room or just walking from class to class – he didn’t seem to have gain all that much of a social life yet and sadly; Pete had a nagging sensation that he should get used to his own company because something told him that he could remain friendless for quite some time. Sure he had his brother – but there was only so long he had until Charlie got sick of hanging out with him, he would only have so long until Charlie blew him off to be with his own friends – not that Pete would hold it against him, if he had friends he’d probably do the same thing.
Pete puffed out his cheeks, the sounds of laughter and other people having fun was beginning to be all that he could hear – it was as though everyone who hadn’t come alone was tormenting him in some sick and unnecessary way – and to make things worse Pete had no money. He’d gone to the mall, alone to window shop. That wasn’t exactly what he called a good time.
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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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