Post by Phelan Potter on Dec 23, 2006 19:59:46 GMT -5
Character Information
Full Name - Phelan Potter
Nicknames - Phe [pro.-fay]
Birthday - 25 January
Age - 15
Gender - Female
Parents - Harry Potter x Ginerva [Weasley] Potter
Bloodline - Half-blood
School - Hogwarts
Year - Fifth Year
Character Basics
Appearance - One would expect that, being the daughter of Harry Potter, Phelan’s appearance would take on the dominate colors that her father possesses such as his rich, hazel eyes, or his thick brown hair. However, much to both her parents’ surprise, she followed the genes of the Weasley family, and took on the appearance that seemed to inhabit every member of her mother’s family. Her hair is colored that infamous Weasley Red, with natural highlights of burgundy in the thicker areas and blonde towards the thinner areas. Her hair is parted further right from the center of her head, and cascades down. Unlike Harry’s hair, hers is not unruly, and is neat and kempt. Though, having hair so straight she sometimes considers a curse, since she can barely put a scarf on in the colder seasons without her hair flaming up in static. Her hair is only so long that the jagged edges of her locks lay right on her shoulders. Her bangs have grown so that they lean to the left, partially covering her left eye and ending at her cheekbone. Her face really is gorgeous, but still retains some of its childish appearance, while it is slowly taking on a more grown-up look. Her eyebrows are thin, laying almost directly on top of her eyes. They take on a darker red than her hair, almost so they are brunette. Her eyelashes are thick to begin with, but she also puts on eye liner, which makes them bold and brings out the bold color of her eyes. The iris of her eye is jade green, with streaks of sage streaming from the pupil. Her nose resembles her mother’s, thin and slender, with a slight curve at the end. Below her nose are her lips, which are peach in color; her top lip is thinner than her bottom. Her chin is also round, as well as her cheeks. The one thing on her face that has been handed down by her father is his perfectly pale skin, which is free of freckles. Phelan’s own sin is smooth and soft. Though, her skin is not the only thing that resembles her father. Unlike her face, Phelan’s body has managed to follow Harry’s genes more than Ginny’s.
Below her chin her neck is connected to her collar bone, which stretch from shoulder to shoulder. Her shoulders are rounded, gently curved and not broad in the least. Her arms are slim, but more muscular than her mother’s, which is where her father comes in. Harry was thin, but had muscle, maybe not toned but not so thin. Phelan has some muscle, since she is very active. Though, her arms are the weakest part on her body. Her fingers are long, and her fingernails plain without polish. From her shoulders, her body sits, curved slightly in the stomach area. She doesn’t have excess fat, and considers herself lucky and takes the fact that she eats anything she wants without gaining a pound for granted. Her legs are the strongest part of her body, since she is a very active girl, and chooses to walk rather than getting a ride in a car or by broomstick. Her feet are proportionally the same as her hands, long but slender. For her age, she is average height, a perfect mix between both her parents.
Personality - Phelan isn’t really either of her parents personalities, nor could you pick any of their actions from her. She is indeed an individual, and has grown into herself. Her most dominant trait is her competitiveness. Her will power has no boundaries, and she will stop at nothing to achieve what she is passionate about. Nobody can tell her no, and then get away with it. She is also persisent, so much so that she can become annoying. If you say no to something she wants, she'll just ask again and again, as sweetly as she can until you explode. Overall, Phelan is a very happy individual. It doesn't take much to put a smile on her face, and she is an optomist, meaning she always sees the brighter side of situations. Although, if you do manage to make her angry, and cross that very thick line, it is a long way back. Once you manage to get her ticked she will turn into her brother, and absolutely chew you out. Other than that, she will meet a new person with open arms, and rather enthusiastically at that. She also has a lot of energy, probably because her entire group of friends is a rowdy bunch, and it takes a lot to keep up with them. Lastly, she is also a flirt. She likes guys, and while she is in no hurry to have a relationship, she likes to talk to guys, a lot. And ofcourse, the one thing that she probably got from her father would be her courage. Some would call it hot headedness, but it is courage, even if she forgets to think before her actions most of the time.
History -
Upon her parents’ marriage, they moved to the city of London England, a place where both Harry and Ginny could start their lives and raise a family, but not without gaining some attention of course. Ginny opened a bakery for herself, which often got customers that came primarily because she was married to the famous Mr. Potter, but stayed because of the food. It was a humble job, but Harry put his legendary skills to work to earn him his occupation in the Ministry of Magic. Very recently after they both became employed, they bore Zach, who was the first child and only son of the family. However, not long after they had Phelan, and were delighted to find out that it was not another boy. She grew up in the light of her father’s fame; unlike her brother who avoided the spotlight, she embraced it. As a young girl, she was impressed with what her father had done, and always thought that this was what she truly wanted. The paparazzi almost became like friends to her, and she enjoyed talking to them. However, as she grew older, she changed. She realized more that they only spoke to her because she was Harry’s daughter, and she wanted to be recognized more as he own person, which was when she became like her brother and avoided them. This was also that she found out she had no desire of surpassing her father in any way, because she did not like the same things he liked. It was also in the interim her change of personality that their final child was born, another girl. Phelan wouldn’t admit it, but she was slightly jealous, just because in those few years of just having a brother she had grown used to being the only girl.
It was not long after that her first year of Hogwarts approached, and the family was off to Diagon Alley to shop for supplies. It was there that, like her father’s own owl Hagrad had given to him, she received her first owl, a little brown fellow that she named Rafe. She went to school, and was deemed popular. Of course, like all the potters, she was placed in the Gryffindor house, because she had the same heart as her parents. In her second term, she was introduced to the class Care Of Magical Creatures. She became infatuated, dazzled by the abilities of the animals, and determined that no matter how much the teacher lectured how wild they were, that she could tame them. During the summer between her first and second year, she took Rafe and trained, spending practically all of their time together before, upon leaving for Hogwarts for her second year, she could speak with Rafe in a language all her own. Her second year was all a blurr, making friends and earning just average grades, until her third year approached rather quickly. Finally, she was old enough to enter a class called Defense Against the Dark Arts. Like the Care of Magical Creatures class, she entered it with an open mind and a heart full of enthusiasm. During the years she had nurtured a rather competitive spirit, and this class was perfect. She hadn’t realized how much she truly loved competing until she knocked her first opponent out cold. This same year, she took a broom class, and learned to fly, which she also seemed to have a knack for. This was the moment in her life where her hopes and dreams were tied together; she loved to fly, which was how she found her love for flying animals, and she was also competitive, so Quidditch would be a good outlet. Her fourth year came, and all summer she had practiced her skills on broomstick. However, she was turned down from the team, solely because they feared she was too young to handle the responsibility of Seeker. But, Phelan was too outgoing just to give up. No, during that summer she practiced her skills even further, and with the help of her father improved dramatically. For now, she has put animals on the back burner, but once she makes the team – and she is confident she will- she will once again take up her hobby for training animals during her fifth year…
Hometown - London, England
Likes - Nice weather, animals, hanging with her friends, playing Quidditch, and beating people.
Dislikes - Cheaters, losing, anybody who isn’t exactly like her, dreary weather, and classes she considers boring.
Goals - Her goals for this year are to make the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their Seeker, and to pass all of her boring classes with at least an average mark.
Dreams - Her dream is to become an exotic animal owner and trainer, and she wants to specialize in hypogriffs, phoenix, and dragons even if she can become skilled enough. She also wants to get married, but that isn’t something she openly discusses.
Family
Parents - Harry x Ginny
Sibling(s) - Valerie x Zachary
Pet(s) - Rafe [brown owl]
RP Sample -
This RP sample is of a character of mine on a site based off the anime series Naruto. If it won't suffice, then I'll change it. Also, roleplaying there is third person omniscient, but I can change my style to fit the site in any further posts I might make...
Sunagakure, the Village hidden in Sand, home… A place that had recently only been revisited by memories, yet they were memories worn by time, nearly forgotten in the midst of her mind, until today. The day had grown old, and was more than ready to decease, bringing the night to life. But for now, it was still afternoon, the sky but a canvas to the pastel colors painted along its horizon. The glowing orb of fire that was only now peeking above the desert hills accented the golden desert sand, giving it a glow of tranquility, like something off the back of a card or in the front of some book. But oh, how looks could deceive one. The desert was no place for the lighthearted, despite the truly unique beauty it held within itself. Hell on earth, which was how many described it. The sand itself was hot enough to make one believe it was set on fire. There was no fauna for miles, only you and the vultures above you, waiting for your life to end in the form of your corpse burning away under the sky, so that they could tear into your flesh, eating away every last bit of you. And night was even more treacherous than day, when temperatures reached extreme lows, when you could see your very last breath before you as your body froze in place. And yet, what an ingenious defense it was. The desert was a treasure in itself, but not many could see beyond its negatives. But for the Suna shinobi, this was home, the greatest place on earth.
Her golden hair shone brightly beneath the remaining light of day, shimmering like the desert ground. Her traditional shinobi sandals sunk beneath the sand with each step, the tiny shards of rock consuming her feet up to her ankles, before she took another step, freeing that foot and burying the other. With each pace, the sun seemed to beat harder on her face, illuminating her pale features, highlighting her bangs and tanning her face. Her gentle, aqua eyes stared off into the distance, pupils withered away to but a dot in a sea of teal iris. She traced the silhouette of the Sunagakure buildings with her eyes against the sun, her paces quickening as a short burst of anxious energy surged through her. It seemed like so long since she had been here, or at least she hadn’t been here in a long time without a burden or conflict on her shoulders. No, today was a day for her to just revisit her home, her place of birth, without any worries or jobs. It seemed that whenever she had come here in the past, there was no time to stop and admire her village’s beauty, as she had done when she was younger. But today, she was going to enjoy it all, before her busy shinobi life continued. And the only thing standing between her and her reunion was the blistering desert. She raised one clad hand up to her forehead, wiping the sweat that had accumulated beneath her Hiten Ate, letting out a long breath as she continued to trudge through the thick sand.
One step, two step… one more step… She stopped in place, adjusting the strap from her fan on her shoulder to a more comfortable position. Her head stretched back, her eyes wandering higher as she read the sign on the gate. ‘Sunagakure No Sato.’ Finally, she was here. Temari gently set her palms up against the large, wooden gate, making sure not to rub on the old, painted wood; doing so would only increase her chances of getting a splinter. The rusty hinges squeaked as the doors opened, sounds and smells flooding into her. Temari slowly walked in, closing the doors behind her, letting her eyes explore her surroundings. It was like every inch of it was untouched by time, a city living in perpetual motion, forever the same. She blinked twice, taking two steps in but faltering as a group of three kids pushed past her, obviously too raveled in their own game to notice she was there. She stumbled just slightly, her face awe stricken, but she regained her composure, watching –slightly flustered- as the kids ran off, weaving their ways through the buildings. But then, as if the incident had never happened, she smiled again. Those children reminded her of herself, when she was younger growing up in Sunagakure. Though, Temari wished she could’ve been as free as those kids. The jokes she endured, the suffering her family went through… she shook her head, lifting her gaze back up to the sky. The moon was now hovering along with the pastel colors, barely visible, but there all the same. Just like the sun, her past was gone. All she had to look forward to now, like the night sky, was her future. And so, with a sense of happiness in her heart, she walked into the village…
Full Name - Phelan Potter
Nicknames - Phe [pro.-fay]
Birthday - 25 January
Age - 15
Gender - Female
Parents - Harry Potter x Ginerva [Weasley] Potter
Bloodline - Half-blood
School - Hogwarts
Year - Fifth Year
Character Basics
Appearance - One would expect that, being the daughter of Harry Potter, Phelan’s appearance would take on the dominate colors that her father possesses such as his rich, hazel eyes, or his thick brown hair. However, much to both her parents’ surprise, she followed the genes of the Weasley family, and took on the appearance that seemed to inhabit every member of her mother’s family. Her hair is colored that infamous Weasley Red, with natural highlights of burgundy in the thicker areas and blonde towards the thinner areas. Her hair is parted further right from the center of her head, and cascades down. Unlike Harry’s hair, hers is not unruly, and is neat and kempt. Though, having hair so straight she sometimes considers a curse, since she can barely put a scarf on in the colder seasons without her hair flaming up in static. Her hair is only so long that the jagged edges of her locks lay right on her shoulders. Her bangs have grown so that they lean to the left, partially covering her left eye and ending at her cheekbone. Her face really is gorgeous, but still retains some of its childish appearance, while it is slowly taking on a more grown-up look. Her eyebrows are thin, laying almost directly on top of her eyes. They take on a darker red than her hair, almost so they are brunette. Her eyelashes are thick to begin with, but she also puts on eye liner, which makes them bold and brings out the bold color of her eyes. The iris of her eye is jade green, with streaks of sage streaming from the pupil. Her nose resembles her mother’s, thin and slender, with a slight curve at the end. Below her nose are her lips, which are peach in color; her top lip is thinner than her bottom. Her chin is also round, as well as her cheeks. The one thing on her face that has been handed down by her father is his perfectly pale skin, which is free of freckles. Phelan’s own sin is smooth and soft. Though, her skin is not the only thing that resembles her father. Unlike her face, Phelan’s body has managed to follow Harry’s genes more than Ginny’s.
Below her chin her neck is connected to her collar bone, which stretch from shoulder to shoulder. Her shoulders are rounded, gently curved and not broad in the least. Her arms are slim, but more muscular than her mother’s, which is where her father comes in. Harry was thin, but had muscle, maybe not toned but not so thin. Phelan has some muscle, since she is very active. Though, her arms are the weakest part on her body. Her fingers are long, and her fingernails plain without polish. From her shoulders, her body sits, curved slightly in the stomach area. She doesn’t have excess fat, and considers herself lucky and takes the fact that she eats anything she wants without gaining a pound for granted. Her legs are the strongest part of her body, since she is a very active girl, and chooses to walk rather than getting a ride in a car or by broomstick. Her feet are proportionally the same as her hands, long but slender. For her age, she is average height, a perfect mix between both her parents.
Personality - Phelan isn’t really either of her parents personalities, nor could you pick any of their actions from her. She is indeed an individual, and has grown into herself. Her most dominant trait is her competitiveness. Her will power has no boundaries, and she will stop at nothing to achieve what she is passionate about. Nobody can tell her no, and then get away with it. She is also persisent, so much so that she can become annoying. If you say no to something she wants, she'll just ask again and again, as sweetly as she can until you explode. Overall, Phelan is a very happy individual. It doesn't take much to put a smile on her face, and she is an optomist, meaning she always sees the brighter side of situations. Although, if you do manage to make her angry, and cross that very thick line, it is a long way back. Once you manage to get her ticked she will turn into her brother, and absolutely chew you out. Other than that, she will meet a new person with open arms, and rather enthusiastically at that. She also has a lot of energy, probably because her entire group of friends is a rowdy bunch, and it takes a lot to keep up with them. Lastly, she is also a flirt. She likes guys, and while she is in no hurry to have a relationship, she likes to talk to guys, a lot. And ofcourse, the one thing that she probably got from her father would be her courage. Some would call it hot headedness, but it is courage, even if she forgets to think before her actions most of the time.
History -
Upon her parents’ marriage, they moved to the city of London England, a place where both Harry and Ginny could start their lives and raise a family, but not without gaining some attention of course. Ginny opened a bakery for herself, which often got customers that came primarily because she was married to the famous Mr. Potter, but stayed because of the food. It was a humble job, but Harry put his legendary skills to work to earn him his occupation in the Ministry of Magic. Very recently after they both became employed, they bore Zach, who was the first child and only son of the family. However, not long after they had Phelan, and were delighted to find out that it was not another boy. She grew up in the light of her father’s fame; unlike her brother who avoided the spotlight, she embraced it. As a young girl, she was impressed with what her father had done, and always thought that this was what she truly wanted. The paparazzi almost became like friends to her, and she enjoyed talking to them. However, as she grew older, she changed. She realized more that they only spoke to her because she was Harry’s daughter, and she wanted to be recognized more as he own person, which was when she became like her brother and avoided them. This was also that she found out she had no desire of surpassing her father in any way, because she did not like the same things he liked. It was also in the interim her change of personality that their final child was born, another girl. Phelan wouldn’t admit it, but she was slightly jealous, just because in those few years of just having a brother she had grown used to being the only girl.
It was not long after that her first year of Hogwarts approached, and the family was off to Diagon Alley to shop for supplies. It was there that, like her father’s own owl Hagrad had given to him, she received her first owl, a little brown fellow that she named Rafe. She went to school, and was deemed popular. Of course, like all the potters, she was placed in the Gryffindor house, because she had the same heart as her parents. In her second term, she was introduced to the class Care Of Magical Creatures. She became infatuated, dazzled by the abilities of the animals, and determined that no matter how much the teacher lectured how wild they were, that she could tame them. During the summer between her first and second year, she took Rafe and trained, spending practically all of their time together before, upon leaving for Hogwarts for her second year, she could speak with Rafe in a language all her own. Her second year was all a blurr, making friends and earning just average grades, until her third year approached rather quickly. Finally, she was old enough to enter a class called Defense Against the Dark Arts. Like the Care of Magical Creatures class, she entered it with an open mind and a heart full of enthusiasm. During the years she had nurtured a rather competitive spirit, and this class was perfect. She hadn’t realized how much she truly loved competing until she knocked her first opponent out cold. This same year, she took a broom class, and learned to fly, which she also seemed to have a knack for. This was the moment in her life where her hopes and dreams were tied together; she loved to fly, which was how she found her love for flying animals, and she was also competitive, so Quidditch would be a good outlet. Her fourth year came, and all summer she had practiced her skills on broomstick. However, she was turned down from the team, solely because they feared she was too young to handle the responsibility of Seeker. But, Phelan was too outgoing just to give up. No, during that summer she practiced her skills even further, and with the help of her father improved dramatically. For now, she has put animals on the back burner, but once she makes the team – and she is confident she will- she will once again take up her hobby for training animals during her fifth year…
Hometown - London, England
Likes - Nice weather, animals, hanging with her friends, playing Quidditch, and beating people.
Dislikes - Cheaters, losing, anybody who isn’t exactly like her, dreary weather, and classes she considers boring.
Goals - Her goals for this year are to make the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their Seeker, and to pass all of her boring classes with at least an average mark.
Dreams - Her dream is to become an exotic animal owner and trainer, and she wants to specialize in hypogriffs, phoenix, and dragons even if she can become skilled enough. She also wants to get married, but that isn’t something she openly discusses.
Family
Parents - Harry x Ginny
Sibling(s) - Valerie x Zachary
Pet(s) - Rafe [brown owl]
RP Sample -
This RP sample is of a character of mine on a site based off the anime series Naruto. If it won't suffice, then I'll change it. Also, roleplaying there is third person omniscient, but I can change my style to fit the site in any further posts I might make...
Sunagakure, the Village hidden in Sand, home… A place that had recently only been revisited by memories, yet they were memories worn by time, nearly forgotten in the midst of her mind, until today. The day had grown old, and was more than ready to decease, bringing the night to life. But for now, it was still afternoon, the sky but a canvas to the pastel colors painted along its horizon. The glowing orb of fire that was only now peeking above the desert hills accented the golden desert sand, giving it a glow of tranquility, like something off the back of a card or in the front of some book. But oh, how looks could deceive one. The desert was no place for the lighthearted, despite the truly unique beauty it held within itself. Hell on earth, which was how many described it. The sand itself was hot enough to make one believe it was set on fire. There was no fauna for miles, only you and the vultures above you, waiting for your life to end in the form of your corpse burning away under the sky, so that they could tear into your flesh, eating away every last bit of you. And night was even more treacherous than day, when temperatures reached extreme lows, when you could see your very last breath before you as your body froze in place. And yet, what an ingenious defense it was. The desert was a treasure in itself, but not many could see beyond its negatives. But for the Suna shinobi, this was home, the greatest place on earth.
Her golden hair shone brightly beneath the remaining light of day, shimmering like the desert ground. Her traditional shinobi sandals sunk beneath the sand with each step, the tiny shards of rock consuming her feet up to her ankles, before she took another step, freeing that foot and burying the other. With each pace, the sun seemed to beat harder on her face, illuminating her pale features, highlighting her bangs and tanning her face. Her gentle, aqua eyes stared off into the distance, pupils withered away to but a dot in a sea of teal iris. She traced the silhouette of the Sunagakure buildings with her eyes against the sun, her paces quickening as a short burst of anxious energy surged through her. It seemed like so long since she had been here, or at least she hadn’t been here in a long time without a burden or conflict on her shoulders. No, today was a day for her to just revisit her home, her place of birth, without any worries or jobs. It seemed that whenever she had come here in the past, there was no time to stop and admire her village’s beauty, as she had done when she was younger. But today, she was going to enjoy it all, before her busy shinobi life continued. And the only thing standing between her and her reunion was the blistering desert. She raised one clad hand up to her forehead, wiping the sweat that had accumulated beneath her Hiten Ate, letting out a long breath as she continued to trudge through the thick sand.
One step, two step… one more step… She stopped in place, adjusting the strap from her fan on her shoulder to a more comfortable position. Her head stretched back, her eyes wandering higher as she read the sign on the gate. ‘Sunagakure No Sato.’ Finally, she was here. Temari gently set her palms up against the large, wooden gate, making sure not to rub on the old, painted wood; doing so would only increase her chances of getting a splinter. The rusty hinges squeaked as the doors opened, sounds and smells flooding into her. Temari slowly walked in, closing the doors behind her, letting her eyes explore her surroundings. It was like every inch of it was untouched by time, a city living in perpetual motion, forever the same. She blinked twice, taking two steps in but faltering as a group of three kids pushed past her, obviously too raveled in their own game to notice she was there. She stumbled just slightly, her face awe stricken, but she regained her composure, watching –slightly flustered- as the kids ran off, weaving their ways through the buildings. But then, as if the incident had never happened, she smiled again. Those children reminded her of herself, when she was younger growing up in Sunagakure. Though, Temari wished she could’ve been as free as those kids. The jokes she endured, the suffering her family went through… she shook her head, lifting her gaze back up to the sky. The moon was now hovering along with the pastel colors, barely visible, but there all the same. Just like the sun, her past was gone. All she had to look forward to now, like the night sky, was her future. And so, with a sense of happiness in her heart, she walked into the village…
