Post by JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER on Apr 4, 2013 10:12:19 GMT -5
ϟ JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER ϟ
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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
FULL NAME | james ignotus potter.
NICKNAMES | prongs.
DATE OF BIRTH | 27 march, 1960.
GENDER | male.
SEXUALITY | heterosexual.
AGE | seventeen.
HOUSE | gryffindor.
YEAR | seventh.
LINEAGE | pureblood.
FINANCIAL STATUS | wealthy.
WAND | teak, 10", griffin claw.
ALLEGIANCE: order supporter.
FACE CLAIM | adam brody.
MODIFICATIONS | tattoo going down left side of torso that reads "P O T T E R".
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | none.
STYLE | James dresses rather sharply, but not overly so. Money has never been an issue for him, so his clothing is always high-quality, durable, and stylish, but it is never over the top or flashy. He likes plain pants, strong trainers, and his t-shirt collection is one of the best at Hogwarts (a mix of wizarding and muggle bands, obscure events, the falmouth falcons and other quidditch related things, and witticisms). Sometimes he'll don a hat over his unruly black hair, and he generally sports a watch that he relies on to keep time.
STRENGTHS | loyal, athletic, brilliant, persuasive, agile.
WEAKNESSES | selfish, conceited, stubborn, lazy, impolite.
LIKES | quidditch, girls, pranks, sex, staying up late, sleeping in, transfiguration, drinking/smoking, home cooked meals, risks, the falmouth falcons, attention, his tattoo.
DISLIKES | schoolwork, teachers, authority of any kind, losing, snakes, chocolate, appearing weak, embarrassment, disloyalty, slytherins, blood discrimination.
BOGGART | snakes.
ERISED | lily evans.
PATRONUS | stag.
AMORTENTIA | teryaki, pancakes, oranges.
VERITASERUM | strained relationship with his father.
PERSONALITY | James Ignotus Potter, of Daniel and Giselle Potter, is pretty easy to figure out. He’s a Hogwarts golden boy in his own way- worshipped by the majority of the students as Quidditch star and party boy, frustrating his teachers between his natural intellect and incessant laziness. He lives life day to day with little care of consequences or repercussions, content to ride the wave of life as best he knows how. In many areas, James is a paradox, completely one thing but also violently the other. Many would think him fake, but in truth he is very true to himself, very aware of exactly who he is.
For example, James stuns his teachers with his opposing directions in school. A natural scholar, he picks up subject matter with little difficulty, proving that he is of ready mind. Unfortunately, he ignores his potential to parallel the school’s best Ravenclaws, and prefers to sleep through classes, if he even attends. He completes only the homework necessary for a passing grade, preferring to cram in the two days before exams than actually learn the material. He’s no genius, and will, later in life, very much regret his decisions to not learn as much as he could. But that comes much later.
Another instance of the oxymoron, James is a bit of a flake. He doesn’t keep plans, as he is very easily diverted. Promises are usually broken, and his memory is horrendous. However, there are a select few people that this general stereotype doesn’t apply to. To his closest friends, James is unfalteringly loyal, and does, deep down, understand what is important and what is not. Generally, James speaks without thought or consideration, not worried about who he’ll offend or how it will matter- the only people he stops and considers for are his best friends, as they are the only people, to him, that matter in this world. Them, and his parents, but even them less so.
James doesn’t disrespect women, he just doesn’t understand what they require to not lose their dignity and hearts. He doesn’t understand why people get themselves into ‘relationships’, thinking that they are rather pointless and only end in messy feelings and problems. Why get yourself in a finite mess with a singular person when you could have great, guilt free relations with multiple people? It’s a well-known fact that James sleeps around, and he’s disturbingly good at finding girls he sleeps with when he wants to. Genuinely, he enjoys women not just for their bodies, but for their personalities and the entire adventure, but when skipping around so often, most people don’t see it that way. He makes sure that the girl he’s with has a fabulous time, and usually hints that one night stands stay that way. Poor, misunderstood James. Really, there should be no sympathy. He’s a womanizer, whatever his intentions. It’s excessive.
He’s not used to being rejected, in any sense, so rejection is merely a challenge. James is one of the more competitive people in the world- anything can become a contest and he must win it, and if he doesn’t, a rematch will ensue, again and again until he can become the champion. Nothing is more frustrating to him than not being the best at everything he attempts, and this is possibly his greatest fault. His natural talents for intelligence are not tapped into, usually where most frustration comes from- but his athletic abilities are spared all laziness. Though James is not a dedicated person, he dedicates himself to two things only- his friends, and Quidditch. From a young age, James has been sculpting himself to be the best Quidditch player he could be, finally deciding on the important position of center chaser. Honestly, it is the only position he could play. He’s a conceited bastard with an attention seeking complex- at the end of the game he needs all eyes on him. That’s James Potter for you.
FATHER | daniel potter, head of the department of magical law enforcement, pureblood, order member.
MOTHER | giselle potter, unspeakable, pureblood, order member.
SIBLINGS | n/a.
OTHER | n/a.
PETS | hero, eagle owl.
BIRTHPLACE | london.
CURRENT RESIDENCE | london.
HISTORY | I was born in 1960. Not really an ‘exciting’ year. And so began my younger years, the years of knocking my parents’ socks off and junior Quidditch leagues. I was raised on values that, thankfully, were right of mind. My parents, both Order Members, don’t believe in blood discrimination. It’s a cruel thing really. I mean…look at Evans! She’s a muggle and she’s still magnificent. A little rough around the edges, but a decent witch all the same. Still, my home life wasn't exactly that of the average Hogwarts student...
We're rich. I mean bloody loaded, if I'm being honest. Not only did my parents both come from highly respected pureblood families, but they're both in well-paying professions. Money was never an issue. Our main house in London is gigantic (we call it the mansion; I'm sure you can figure out why). Not only do we have that house, but a colonial in Godric's Hollow, as well as a vacation home on the south coast of France. My parents had me taking French lessons for years before I went to Hogwarts...I'm glad that's over with.
I spent the majority of my childhood making as much trouble as humanly possible. I had a few au pairs who positively pulled their hair out after a few weeks, but a few of them stuck around long enough to be memorable. My parents are both much older (Mum's 64 and Dad's 82? But remember, wizards live much longer than you muggles do) and involved in their work. I know they love me and all that rubbish, but it was sort of surreal not seeing them very often. Mum was home a lot more than Dad, and that was nice. Apparently she saw my first signs of magic- I levitated into a bookshelf. I know...brilliant from the age of three.
After some years my parents completely gave up on au pairs all together. I wasn't necessarily a problem child, but I was restless and being in the house all day was a complete bore (one I would unfortunately get used to before I went to Hogwarts...but more on that later). Mum took a leave of absence from work and stayed with me until I was about nine. Those were good years, from what I remember of them. She taught me quite a bit during those years, and put up with my relentless desires to play quidditch. I was a young star in my junior leagues (I couldn't wait to be a Gryffindor chaser).
However, Mum was restless herself. She was never one for being home all day, even though she loved nothing more than being with me. The last couple years before Hogwarts, I was trusted to be home alone. Neighbors would check in on me from time to time, but I'd developed into a pretty independent kid. Being rich has a lot to do with it- it's a wealth thing, hard to explain. Those were terribly boring years, whenever I wasn't playing Quidditch, that is. But that was the year I got into reading. I think I must have read through everything on the bookshelves in my Dad's office (because I wasn't allowed in there, so obviously those were the books I wanted to read). Now seventeen, I've been slowly working my way through the library in the mansion. Who knew that James Potter liked to read? Don't tell anyone, I keep that part of me low profile.
Finally, in 1971, I boarded the express to Hogwarts. It was no small wonder I didn’t stop smiling the entire first week I was there- things to do other than read, a new place to make mischief, and a new friend to boot! Sirius Black became my brother. Pretty badass guy- told me about how his entire family had been in Slytherin, and then he defied the standard and made it into Gryffindor with me! Let’s be honest, I wasn’t surprised to be sorted as a Lion. Both my parents were. Anyways, being in the same year and same house, we spent virtually all our time together, developing a name for ourselves before we'd even gotten into our second year.
That's when we started hanging out with Lupin, and it only got better. We made it through hours of boring classes by pranking professors and catapulting bits of parchment into an unsuspecting Lily Evans’ hair. We mapped the castle, grounds, and passages, sealing it into a most handy document for our free use. Pettigrew soon joined our little troupe, an adoption of sorts. Useful kid. By our fourth year, we had a pretty good handle on the school, even adopting a nickname that darling Minerva McGonagall had given us ("...is this all you four do? Maraud about the castle?!"). The Marauders were a household name.
Despite my time at Hogwarts turning out to be a raging success, things at home weren't easy. Dad, who was never an especially forward or affectionate person, was getting more and more distant, if that seemed possible. Mum was rather beside herself, especially so when we found out that he'd been fooling around with his secretary. Our relationship hasn't been the same since, and I doubt I'll find room to forgive him. Mum threw him out of the house for a couple days, but she's soft, and he was back within no time. She says she's been careful, but I'm not happy with the arrangement. We barely speak, these days.
A welcome relief was when Sirius decided to leave home. I would too, if I had to be cooped up with a bunch of batshit insane pureblood supremacists. Mum loves him, basically thinks of him as a second son because he was spending so much time with us during holidays already. But now our home is his too. It makes sense really. He is my brother. My marauder brother. That shit runs deep, you know. Lupin and Pettigrew stay over enough as well. Mum loves them too; nothing makes her happier than cooking dinners for six.
Seventh year now, and I've been made head boy, which was truly a gas to my friends and I. Obviously, I'm the best man for the job, but I never thought they would give it to me. Quidditch captain already, and that's loads more important than stupid prefect things. All the better, I'll have much more freedom now. But this year there's tightened security, and that means that everything requires breaking rules. True, the Marauders all avid order supporters, but we’re not going to stop living our lives as we have. Hell, we’re locked in this castle- the least we can do is have a little fun. I’ll run my practices and make my goals, pop my bottles and roll my joints, and pass everything around to share. This is our school now, and as much as I don’t like to think about it, we won’t be here much longer. These are our last years of youth, for reality is harsh and cruel these days.
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