Post by Zach Potter on Dec 21, 2006 20:29:08 GMT -5
Character Information
Full Name - Zachary Potter
Nicknames - Zach
Birthday - June 5
Astrological Sign- Gemini
Age - Seventeen
Gender - Male
Parents - Harry Potter and Ginny (Weasley) Potter
Bloodline - Half-Blood
School - Hogwarts
Year - Seventh
Character Basics
Appearance - From nearly head to toe, Zach is nearly a spitting image of his grandfather James Potter, except of course no glasses. Hair is a dark rich brown, sometimes having an auburn sheen to it and other times looking slightly black. Pale skin stretches over his handsome features, when he was younger freckles used to patter across the bridge of his nose, of course he had grown out of them. Looking remarkably like his father, until you get to his eyes which are the same brilliant hazel as his mums. They change colors from a pretty brown, to green or a slight yellow looking color, thus hazel is apparent. Thick lashes give him a feminin look, but you will never see makeup on this young mans face. His hair is moderatly tameable, unlike his fathers, and is cut medium lengthed. He has grown to 6' and has reached his adult hieght, shoulders are slender though and waist small giving him a lean appearence instead of muscular. When not wearing his school uniform he just grabs whatever happens to look clean enough (like many guys) in the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Personality - A fiery temper, he tends to be set off rather easily, and watch out because he literally explodes. His face turns the same deep rouge that his mothers does when he is pissed off, and his eyes glare as if killing you very slowly with mind power. To make up for this rather drawback however, he has a quiet side, this usually appearing when he is reading or drawing. Even though he doesn't notice it quite that much, he tends to brush people off and when surrounded by his friends he may forget one or two. He is a kind person, but he gets annoyed easily and is prone to biting peoples heads off. If he likes a girl, she will know it, he is a flirt through and through and tends to make girls feel like they are the only ones around. Another drawback, this had gotten him into quite the bit of trouble over the last few years. He has never settled down and gone steady with a girl, only flings and dates thank you verily much. When his friends are threatened or endangered, you can count on Zach to be the one weilding a thingyed fist and sticking up for them.
History - After his parents getting married, Harry got a job in the ministry of magic and his mother ran a bakery in Diagon Ally. Therefor, he lives in England with his parents. Since he was a little boy he watched his father in awe, at the things that he had acomplished and the fame that seemed to trail around the Potter family. This got to Zach's head a bit, but not in a big stuckup way, rather he became reserved around his family and withdrew from the spotlight.
Upon entering Hogwarts he struggled finding friends that were true to him, soon he began to not care and started making mass amounts of friends. He became interested in Quidditch, and joined the team as a second year. He didn't fallow his father in becoming a Seeker, no, Zach's reflexes were fast, but weren't fast enough, instead he became a Keeper. Defending the net gave him something to fuel his energy into and sometimes his emotions. It became an outlet like drawing and reading had when he was younger.
With his siblings roaming the halls of Hogwarts, he sometimes forgets to acknowledge them, but they all know that he cares about them deeply. He gets average marks in his classes, and is sometimes reprimended for being late or not handing something in. Coming back for his last year at Hogwarts, excitement thrills through every muscle and bone. He can't wait to get out of the school, his parents house, and settle into his own life. This year to him, is the year to finally have fun, to party and make the most of his graduating year.
Hometown - London, England
Likes - Reading, Drawing, Quidditch, Transfiguration
Dislikes - Rain, Snow (basically anything that gets in the way of Quidditch), Slytherins, Potions
Goals - Win the World Quidditch Cup, become a writer, or bookshop owner.
Dreams - To live in a centuries ago when Quidditch was first invented and to be one of the people inventing it.
Family
Parents - Harry and Ginny Potter
Sibling(s) - Phelan, Valerie
Pet(s) - Black Owl named after his fathers godfather Sirius Black.
RP Sample -
Watching silently, as the girl he admired gave everyone their dinner, then even as she put her own back in his arms. Grey eyes looked down at it, for a moment seriously not understanding why, women...so difficult. When his name was once more pronounced on her lips, lips that he had just a night ago kissed, anger flared up in him, from deep in his chest. Grey eyes met hers, and her green ones reflected the same rage, the same burning flame behind the glassy eyes. He gritted his teeth, when suddenly out of nowhere her hand was raised and made contact with his skin. God damnit! Third time in the same fucking place! That really hurts you bitch! Anger shuddered through him as he recoiled from the sudden attack, and heard her speak the words "How could you, you bastard." A rather harmful dangerous grin stole across his face, and he peered up from his curtain of blond hair, with steel eyes. Rotating his wrists, he ever so calmly tipped the tray and pushed the contents onto Sophronia's shirt. Then dropping the sheet of plastic, pushed the girl by her shoulders backwards. His nostrils curled, and his lips broke into a sneer as he spat out, "Don't you ever touch me whore"
The Malfoy pride had finally flared up, along with his concionce and a stronger feeling that he couldn't place. He stepped forward, towering over her, his fingers clasped around her wrist to stop her from falling, only to yank her around to fling her on her face, twisting her arm behind her so that she was suspended in mid air, face toward the ground and her arm twisted behind her. Draco had stopped hearing, his mind literally shutting down that sense, so that he could not hear any intake of breath, or groan of pain from the girl he was now intentionally hurting. His blond locks curtained around his head like one at a play, hiding the slight sick amusement that was reflected onto his face. Draco had been lost for so long, and now he was only sure of one thing, and that was Sophronia had attacked him. He didn't even bother getting out his wand, he just twisted her wrist harder again, and placed his other hand at the back of her neck to stop her from turning to face him.
For a moment, the touch of her soft hair brought back the memory of their kisses, but he quickly pushed it from his mind. Rejected it as a mistake, and buried it. The mind can be such a powerfull thing, it can convince you of things so fast, that you are hopelessly left in its trail of dust. Slender fingers moved to clasp around her thin neck, and he let go of her arm to pull her up to him. Her back touched his chest, and his mouth came just level to her ear. Draco whispered, "You are just upset because you think I have forgotten about you. I try, but it seems to not work." his voice was hollow, but there was the tiniest vein of truth and feeling in it. "In fact, the past few days I found myself become quite attached to you, but it needs to end sometime right? That is what I thought..." His grip on the back of her neck tightened, "Truth be told...it doesn't dissapear quite like that. What sort of force can push me to hurt something I so admire? I can answer that now-" he chuckled softly, and pressed the side of his face against her hair, "It would kill you inside though. Just like it has been poisoning me." He let go of her, and backed up, waiting for another angry blow. Or some reaction that he new he would have to deal with.
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