PLAYER INFORMATIONName: Lynn
Age: 18
Email: wants.a.muffin@gmail.com
IM Contact: have a rook (AIM)
Past Experience: From IJ,
booktender (Remus), on GJ,
rockonrocko (OC), and
octagons (OC). I'm not sure how much of any of them are friends-locked, if needed I can go in and change it.
Activity/Schedule: I'm online basically constantly. I am looking into getting a fulltime job, which would be 9-5 EST, but I'm not going to know if I've got it for at least a few weeks yet, if not another month. I'm usually on for several hours in the evening, and until ungodly hours on the weekends. I'd prefer people who are also active (I'd like to make a journal post every other day, about, although won't if people aren't actively responding that often). As stated, I live in the EST timezone, which is -5 GMT.
What is the answer to Rule of Thumb? Message the Moderator if you've got any questions.
What plots would you like to explore in this game? Or are there any plots you would like to introduce into the game? Nothing in particular-- it's still rather early in canon for James and Lily to go COO COO OMG LUV, so I'm actually kind of hoping to avoid that all together.
CHARACTER INFORMATIONIdentityFull Name: James Harry Potter
Date of Birth/Age: 27 March 1960 / 15
Wand: Mahogany, 11 inches, pliable (excellent for transfiguration).
House: Gryffindor
Bloodline: The Potters are pure-- to a point. There are a number of half-blood or muggle-born witches and wizards in their family tree, and although they can lay claim to a number of connections with more of the Old Families of wizarding history, none of said families particularly like to think about it very much.
School Activities: James has been destined for Quidditch since he first lay hands on a broom. He's currently on the house team as a chaser, where he spends most of his practices goofing off and refusing to listen to constructive criticism from any of his team-mates. (Stated on roster)
AppearanceHeight: 6" (183 cm)
Weight: 149 (67.5 kg)
Eyes/Hair/Facial Features: James' black hair is utterly unruly, and either sticks out at straight angles from his head, or bunches up in curls depending on the weather. He tends to run his hands through it when nervous, excited, or looking for a bit of attention-- having recently made the Gryffindor quidditch team, he wants to make sure that everyone remembers. He's got hazel eyes that don't seem to be able to do their job; his vision is terrible at best, and he requires glasses with heavy charms to keep things clear. Medically speaking he has an acute astigmatism in each eye, which makes things terribly blurry.
Style/Composure: James goes for form over function, every time. He's Cool, so he's got to look the part, and often puts quite a bit of effort into doing so. Over the past summer, he's managed to sprout several inches higher than he had been previously, without the rest of his body seeming to figure out why. The result is that at the moment, James is made-up almost entirely of angles and joints. He's tall and almost absurdly skinny, with the wiry sort of muscle that makes it look as if it's hardly there at all. He tends to stoop when he's not consciously thinking about his posture (when he is, his chest is puffed up and out in an attempt to show just how macho he is. It doesn't succeed), making his height about even with Sirius'. His clothing, excluding uniforms, is all of the casual sort that tries hard to make it look as if he doesn't spend hours in shops trying to pick what he looks best in.
PB: I'm going to go with
Martin Hines for now, but we can work it out.
PersonalityStrengths: James is intelligent. He doesn't show it, most of the time, he finds that intelligence tends to ruin good fun for the most-part, and has shoved this despicable quality down as deep as possible (Merlin, soon they'll think he's like
Moony or something), although it does rear it's ugly head, for the most part during exams or when he finally sits down to do an essay. James actually has several good qualities, just that he's immature enough that most of them don't usually show. He possesses organization that are par to none, and the open charisma and leadership which can save or doom a nation. Judging by the fact that he's currently using these powers for evil (read: pranking), it's more likely the later. Even James doesn't know how he manages to be so damn lovable-- people just seem to want to dote on him, and the words 'oh that scamp' just about sum up the opinion of most adults. James is loyal, to friends, to groups, to causes, and isn't afraid to fight for what he believes in, whether that means starting a school-wide petition for the freedom of the Care of Magical Creatures' pet jobberknolls, or get in (repeated) fisticuffs because of someone using improper slang to describe another's mother. Unless it's Sirius' mum, cause she deserves it. He even has a sense of consequences for his actions, which is mainly why he believes he can do what he wants, as long as he doesn't get caught. James thrives on discourse. Since he was a child, he's loved to be where panic is. He finds that it never seems to affect him, that he thinks clearest when people are running and shouting around him, and loves to watch how people react like ants when something changes in their lives. Whether it's finding their clothing all turned pink, or pies baked full of frogs, or simply angry to the point that they can't speak, James loves to watch it. He particularly likes being the cause of all that ruckus, or making people upset. It's not half as fun when they don't recognise that it's him doing it, either. If he were slightly more contained, James would make an excellent debater-- he loves hearing other people's opinions, just so that he can prove that they're Wrong and he's Right, sometimes going so far as to take the opposing view simply because it's not what they think, even if it's not what he thinks, either. James is honest to a fault-- he hardly even thinks to lie to someone, let alone his good friends. His intentions may not be honourable, but he won't say that they are, either. He's always the first to own up to what they've done when questioned, often to the disagreement of the other Marauders, although occasionally this fact on it's own gets them a slightly more lenient punishment.
Weaknesses: James is immature. He makes decisions without thinking through all possibilities, and although he's loyal in most ways, he's still out for number one in many as well. He loves his friends, but he won't blindly follow them as some might. He believes that he's Right and if you don't agree with him you're Wrong, and he'll point it out to you in no uncertain terms, repeatedly, until he's drilled it into your thick head (thick because you didn't agree with him in the first place). He's got an ego the better size of London, although it tends to be rather fragile around the edges, which is for the most part that he keeps Peter around, as his own personal gardener. Speaking without thinking first of all, James tends to cause a great amount of insult to everyone (including his friends), simply because he doesn't consider that other people have feelings as much as he does. And he does-- he'll go on and on for hours about how he feels and what he thinks, if he's got an avid listener. While his morals are usually in a place close to right, he often goes about enforcing them on other people in a less than proper way. He believes in strict punishments for everyone but himself, and often can be quite manipulative in order to get himself (and occasionally get his friends off as well) out of trouble. It's most obvious when he's about adults or other people's parents-- he was raised by rather kindly old parents who had old-fashioned values, and as such he knows how to handle adults, and how to treat a lady. Just because someone's a girl doesn't mean that they're a lady, however, but it does mean that they don't know how to do very much right and need someone to hold their hand and look after them so they don't go and do something stupid to get themselves hurt. James needs attention, constantly. He doesn't like when people people are praised when he could be, or even getting more attention than he ought to. As such, James has no shame what-so-ever, and is willing to do absolutely anything if it means people will pay attention to him. He's yet to figure out the difference between 'good' attention and 'bad' attention, and in most situations he resorts to pure gross-out tactics, and often acts out when things aren't going his way. He was pampered when he was growing up, and doesn't understand why no one else seems to want to give him what he wants. Born from Old Money, James doesn't deal well with things that can't be bought, often believing that absolutely anything can. Remus upset with him? Buy him something clever. Lily (still) won't go out with him? Buy her something pretty (again). Got a bad mark on his essay? Threaten to write home to his parents and stamp his feet and throw a temper-tantrum worthy of an Oscar, then go back to your dorm to loudly sulk until people ask you what's wrong so you can tell them.
Overall Psyche: James believes that he knows what's best. He often bemoans the fact that they don't just give him control over the world, cause he'd fix it all. There'd be no more starving kids, and no more disease, and no more people killing each other cause their skin's not the right colour or their God's not the right one, cause he'd tell them not to. He doesn't entirely know how to do any of this other than to force his will on other people, and as such he usually does. He likes to be in charge, and normally doesn't abuse this power too terribly (or at least only in the beginning when it's new and shiny, eventually making other people do trivial or embarrassing things will lose it's edge and he'll calm down). He often ignores other people's feelings, however, and will use them to any extent he can as long as he'll get attention in the end. Severus knows this first-hand (it's not about Severus, it's about the fact that people will listen to James when he teases him, or root for him when he abuses him). James wants people to know him. He doesn't care if they like him, that'd be nice, but even if they don't, he wants them to know his name. He wants to go down in the history books, for something. Whether it's for being popular, or solving all the world's problems, or going down in flames, he doesn't much care. His greatest fear is to be forgotten in the dust, to have his life mean absolutely nothing to anyone in fifty years. He reads about men in his textbook, men who've done great things, or at least mediocre things, and he wants to be one of them. Wants to join this super-secret elite club where everyone is famous.
FamilyParents: Jane Potter nee Walls, and Harry James Potter (Sr, obviously). The Potters are not known for creative names.
Siblings: None. James is an only child, and it shows.
Home life/Family relations: The Potters are, to put it briefly, filthy rich. Their family has ties to almost all of the Old Blood families of wizarding history, the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Rosiers and even the Weasleys. The past few generations, however, have rather greatly brought down the haughty opinion of the Potters, leaving most of the pureblood families thinking them as bloodtraitors, and wondering how they could bare to show their faces in public. Still, they've managed to hold onto rather more money than they could possibly need, particularly as a small family as three. In fact, for the longest time, they thought that they would remain a family of two. James was born well after Jane and Harry had thought that their chance at having a child was done for, which caused while a big stir. Jane's health was frail, however, and this only made it even worse. While she's still alive, she's very carefully treated and likely won't be for much longer. No matter what, however, both parents regarded James as God's Gift to the Earth, and love him very dearly. James does the same, of course, and if Sirius' family is dysfunctional, then James' is the epitome of well-adjusted and caring.
Character History: James came into the world 27 March, 1960. And from that day on, he was cherished. That's about the only possible way that it could be summed up-- he grew up in Godric's Hollow, raised by his parents and a caring but transient string of nannies. The Potter extended family isn't terribly large, but James has memories as a young child of going to visit aunts or uncles, and often of not being invited back. Ever since he learned to walk, James has been getting into what he shouldn't. It's amazing he even lived to the age of going into Hogwarts, with the amount of times they'd go out looking for him when he didn't return home for dinner, only to find him in the tippy-top branches of a tree, or having managed to get himself trapped on an island in the creek that bordered their back property. Even before James was born his parents were of An Age, and as he grew it didn't take long to realize that they couldn't possibly keep up with the boy, who seemed to be entirely made of energy. It was decided, without actually deciding it, that they would take a hands-off approach to raising him, and from about the age of four on, James had free reign of the house and property to do what he wanted, as long as he was home in time for dinner. Mr Potter was of the opinion that anything that didn't kill him would teach him a lesson or make him stronger, and he didn't want some southern pansy for a son, which left James with three broken bones and uncountable scars by the time he was shipped off to Hogwarts. It was a hard parting for everyone involved-- James hadn't spent a single night away from his parents, and for the first week at school he spent it wailing in the washroom while everyone ribbed him terribly for it when he came out. He said he had allergies and left it at that.
At Hogwarts, it took James some time to figure out just where he fit. He definitely was meant for Gryffindor, however, no one could dispute that. James was a natural at making friends, and his first year was spent finding who he liked and who he deemed worthy of being friends with him. While a lot of students couldn't put up with his excessive arrogance, it just so happened that three could, and they rather had to, as they'd been stuck in a dorm together. While initially there were quite a few fights on everyone's part (cough, James' and Sirius' parts, really), by the time they were back at the train station, there were gruff, manly hugs and promises to write to each other. No tears were shed, James swears, there was dust in his eyes.
Second year went much more smoothly, rather more used to how it worked this time around, and James loved the fact that he was no longer the lowest on the totem pole, with brand new firsties, and even
he could give them a good what-for. There was, however, one, tiny, minor, minuscule little bump in the year. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. You'd have to be daft not to figure it out, they all agreed (even Peter, who hadn't), and there was a minor confrontation, which involved oohs and ahhs and at least one 'cool!' whispered in a hushed tone. And that started what had to be the one major project in James' life that he's held on to since starting. Remus was his friend, by then, Remus was a solidified fixture in his life. And thinking about the whole werewolf thing, that must be awfully depressing for him, James thought. Lonely, it'd be, skulking about and doing it all on your lonesome. He'd come up with a plan about it within weeks, and told Sirius, who full heartedly agreed that they simply must do something to help poor Lupin out, other than just give him a nickname that they could snicker about and share a private look because
they knew something nobody else did. The plan was brilliant, had absolutely no flaws, and... as of today, hasn't come to fruitation. Three years, and no good. Lots of attempts, lots of scraps of parchment, but there's been nothing worth reporting on Operation: Illegal Animagus...es.
WRITING SAMPLESFirst Person Journal Entry:I've got to report something. Something important. My life has been shaken to the core by this something, and as such, you all need to know about it so you can have your earth-shaking experiences and then come back and told me how brilliant it all is, cause it is just that awesome, and amazing, and awe-inspiring. I'll give you a hint, because that's how lovely and nice I am.
What do you get when you get a pack of exploding snap cards, don't open the pack, and hex it from a safe distance?
Stuck? Don't know it? Don't worry. You'll figure it out in, oh, I'd say... Hmm. How long's it till dinner?
p.s. lily evans please come with me to hogsmeade.
Third Person Narrative:Today was a fine day. A fine day indeed.
It was fine mostly because the sky was clear, and the lake was pretty, and Lily was pretty, and he was allowed to wake up at six in the morning today for some extra practice (read as ‘schooling first years in the art of throwing a quaffle’), and that really made his day.
The adrenalin was pumping through the day, although he had been distinctly distracted. The slowly approaching quidditch game wasn’t any help at all. He had shouted ‘Pass to me!’ in response to ‘what does Bertha mean, Mr. Potter?’ in ancient runes.
Doodles of lines and ‘x’s filled his notes almost as much as ‘Lily Potter’ in little hearts did. A few had the names of full plays, more often they went unlabelled aside from arrows pointing out ‘ME’ and ‘OTHER, LESS TALENTED CHASERS’. ‘ME’ tended to have the red-ink of a quaffle rather more often.
At the moment, however, there were no big, clumsy red leather balls on or around his person. He was bored, however, as he wandered around the lawns from the Quidditch Pitch. It wasn’t as much fun when he didn’t have an audience, and it seemed more everyone else had found more boring things to do, so James supposed he ought to follow along as well.
He still wore his gear, and the tiny droning noise that accompanied him proved that he had a trapped snitch in his hand. If Sirius had his whatever-it-was-girls-liked-about-him (read: everything), James had... Something quidditch-related.
His goggles had been removed, as they only hid his clean-cut face, and for once he hadn’t had to touch his hair. Its mess was caused by high-speed winds, not his own hand. Although he did touch it up a bit in the locker room before he came out, not having bothered changing.
James yawned widely as he swaggered, legs a little too far apart to walk normally, his gait more swaying that the average, the product of living and breathing on a broomstick. The hand that clutched the snitch came up to yawn into it once more, and in the process the gold ball nearly flew down his throat. Finally he stopped, casting a critical eye around himself.
There was a distinct lack of… of something. Friends. Fans. Peter to tell him how good he was. That was it, yes. Once again his brown eyes moved over the green grass of Hogwarts, looking for someone, /anyone/ to whom he could show his astounding wonderfulness. Really, someone ought to make a religion for him. He’d talk to Sirius about it later.
