Post by Sam Elias Priestly on Sept 10, 2011 18:28:20 GMT -5
Sam Elias Priestly
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I was inside looking outside, the millions of faces
But still I'm alone, waiting, hours of waiting
Paying a penance, I was longing for home
I'm looking out for the two of us, I hope we'll be here
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Samuel Elias Priestly.
NICKNAMES:
Sam, Sammy, Sammich, Priestly.
AGE:
15.
BIRTH DATE:
December 13th 2029.
BLOOD TYPE:
Muggleborn.
SEXUALITY:
Straight.
HOUSE & YEAR:
Gryffindor -5th year
OCCUPATION:
Out of term time he sometimes sits out in busy city centres and paints people cheaply.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
Aaron Johnson.
BEST TRAITS:
Generous, trustworthy, hard-working, artistic, grateful, imaginative with a good sense of humour.
WORST TRAITS:
Clumsy, day dreamer, jumpy, unrealistic dreamer, a fussy eater and, on occasion, distant.
PERSONALITY:
Sam is what most people would call a nice guy. He is polite, loyal and caring with a skill in listening and comforting; all coming from experience from the times he'd taken care of his mother, sometimes even his father. To fill his spare time, he prefers to be alone, sketching the hogwarts grounds, sitting by the lake watching the ripples in the water, and practicing his flying; Flying being something he really shouldn't be doing, his skill lacking, but the boy likes to dream and he dreams big.
In group social situations, he prefers to pair off with someone willing so they can chat within the group bubble, rarely will he take centre stage, not willingly anyway. As quiet as he is, if someone seems like they're expecting him to entertain them with more than his little witty observation jokes, then he'll go out of his way and out of his comfort zone to please. If that doesn't work, then it's not likely that he'll give up. He feels that if someone is in his company, in a group no more than 3 other people, then it's his duty to have them having a good time. He perseveres until they're having the time of their lives or just going home in annoyance.
When he's alone, his personality seems to change its skin like a chameleon, and his life of introversion comes out to play. He's a deep thinker, thinking far too deeply into almost anything that piques his curiosity and makes him ask questions. He often talks to himself when he does this self contained musing about the world and its inhabitants, and he even writes his theories and thinkings down when they seem interesting enough. Often, when he realises he's going too deep to be rational, he sits back and simply feels hopelessly lonely.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
Irish/Scottish.
HOME TOWN:
Huntly, Scotland.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
He lives quite comfortably on his grandmother's good pension.
PARENTS:
Ada-Mae Nesset (43, primary school teacher, alive) and Jack Priestly (52, small business owner and wannabe inventor, alive.)
SIBLINGS:
Amie Cable. (26, muggle secondary school art teacher, alive).
OTHERS:
N/A.
HISTORY:
At the age of 15, Sam's life has been what could only be described as strained. His mother and father's relationship was a odd one, married, but on and off. They first split when Sammy was 6 months, then became one once again when he was four, then broke down disastrously when he was 7. Which is when Sam broke his leg, completely unrelated happenings, of course... The game continues on til this day, the amount of break ups totaling 12.3 times (Once his mother had only half stepped out of the door before simply running back in, putting her ring on again and leaping on her husband with her apologies.), the make-ups total coming to 11.7.
Ada-Mae now lives with Sam, only Sam, his older sister Amie having flown the nest years ago when she was 18 to go start a new and better life with her beau, Hugo Cable. It was then that Sam was left to deal with his parent's erratic relationship on his own, moving from houses to houses, town to town for multiple 'fresh starts'; the harrowing arguments, bursts of violence that he's sure one day will end at least one Priestly some day...
All in all, his family is strained. Very muggle, and one filled with separated memories of happy times. Sometimes, when his parents were together, his mother would take him to the park, to the beach or to a theme park. Sometimes, when his mother was gone, his father would take him to watch the football, teach him all the bits and bobs of a car engine, and teach him about the responsibilities of being a manly man.
This love, as sporadic as it was, soon fell away.
It was a sudden change, one that happened when he was ten years old out buying his secondary school uniform; grey jumper, white shirt and blue tie with black trousers and smart shoes. How boring, he'd thought to himself as he flattened the front of his shapeless sweat shirt. It was then that his owl accepting him into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arrived, swooping through the shop's open doors in that late summer pleasant warmth.
After that revelation, Sammy was shipped to his mad grandmother's in Huntly, Scotland. After this big move, with a strange stability, he finally found who he really was, what his purpose could be and a family for him to love. He was sorted into Gryffindor, after researching the house's qualities, he put down to his reckless insistence on protecting his mother, and his continuing love and loyalty to the both of them.
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
Melo.
RP EXPERIENCE:
3 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
SAMPLE POST:
It wasn't that he didn't want to try out for the team this year... He just didn't want to tryout today. The cold had never agreed with him. Any thing under 15 degrees and he could feel that uncomfortable reminder that Summer was leaving them; the skies would turn black and that glimmer of magical summer would be gone for far longer than he thought was necessary. It was as he picked at the tail of his broom that he thought about this, eyes gazing mournfully at where he could see the sun struggling and fighting to get through the thickening cloud layer that cupped the world in this miserable cloak of gloom that infected his mind all too often.
It was only when his name was called the fourth time, did he snap out of his wallowing, slowly turning his head to the cat eyed Madame Hooch who was looking more than a little annoyed at his apparent non-chalant attitude.
"Sorry professor, I was trying to figure out some good moves in my head, like-"
The professor arched a slender brow at him, eyes narrowing. "And did you find any, Mr. Priestly?" She coolly replied.
It took him a good full few seconds to decide to admit the truth. "I think I'll just go down to breakfast..." He said with a sigh as he pushed himself off the grass and onto his feet, taking his broom with him.
Those winter blues had definitely settled upon him, it seemed; a little early this year, and a little more than worrying he thought, as he scratched at his arm, leaving red tracks with every nail dig and drag.
Sam, you're an idiot.
It was only when his name was called the fourth time, did he snap out of his wallowing, slowly turning his head to the cat eyed Madame Hooch who was looking more than a little annoyed at his apparent non-chalant attitude.
"Sorry professor, I was trying to figure out some good moves in my head, like-"
The professor arched a slender brow at him, eyes narrowing. "And did you find any, Mr. Priestly?" She coolly replied.
It took him a good full few seconds to decide to admit the truth. "I think I'll just go down to breakfast..." He said with a sigh as he pushed himself off the grass and onto his feet, taking his broom with him.
Those winter blues had definitely settled upon him, it seemed; a little early this year, and a little more than worrying he thought, as he scratched at his arm, leaving red tracks with every nail dig and drag.
Sam, you're an idiot.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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