Post by Jude Rask on Jan 25, 2012 22:59:41 GMT -5
Name: Jude Rask
Age: 15
Year: Fifth
Gender: Male
House: Slytherin
Personality: Jude has grown up to be a trouble maker. Always trying to chat girls and boys up, he is proud to be mischievous, playing tricks with every kid who passes by him and isn’t “as good as him” – as he likes to think. He is very reserved, though, when it comes to feelings and emotions or anything serious. He doesn’t like to talk about his tragic life experience, because he wants everyone to think that he was born a rich wizard, just like he is now. He swears a lot, fancies the cold weather and rains.
He doesn’t go so well in school, but he is very good in three specific subjects. They are potions, transfiguration and flying. He is a Quidditch addicted, cheers for the Montrose Magpies and has at least three shirts of the team. Jude is so proud to be a wizard he likes to flaunt it around, wearing wizard cloaks every time that is possible and wondering around with his wand very visible to everyone that passes by him.
He likes to read interesting books and wonder around the streets, mostly when it’s raining. His greatest fear is to die dueling like his dad did, but if there is one thing he is good at that doesn’t include magic is to punch people. He is very muscular, what makes him very strong.
Appearance:
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Weight: 52 kg
Height: 169 cm
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Shades of blue
Accessories: Sometimes, wears a scarf
Wand: Jude's wand is just like any other, except for the fact that it has rune marks crafted all over it. It is not well conserved due to Jude's lack of organization.
Core: Dragon Heartstring
Length: 11 3/4 inches
Wood: Kou
Added Ingredient: None
Inventory: A messenger's bag with pumpkin tarts, a handfull of licorice candy, quills, parchment, ink, a journal and chocolate frogs inside it. His wand goes in his pocket and a pipe goes behind his ear.
Books: All his fifth year books for Astronomy, Charms, DADA, History of Magic, Potions and Transfiguration. He also has some books about Quidditch and a few story books.
Alignment: Neutral, sometimes he is more good and other times he is more evil.
History:
Jude Rask was born a poor Liverpool muggle, on a cold evening of December 31st. His mother was a single mom and he had a younger brother, born two years after him. Everything went ok, considering everything that the Rasks had to put up with, until a shooting went down on their neighborhood and Jude’s mother and brother died tragically when he was only ten years old. Fortunately, Jude managed to escape, although even he couldn’t find out how.
He wondered lonely for about half a year, starving and freezing on the streets of the poor neighborhood where his life began, trying to figure out how to survive on his own. He did very good, in fact, for a ten-tear-old, but by the end of the seventh month some weird-looking man said he had been looking for him. Later he found out that the man was a wizard and so was he, when he was brought to this place called the Leaky Cauldron and listened to his life story. The so called “wizards” told him he had an uncle and that he had to move in with him.
So, here’s that story: his father was a Scottish wizard with an uncontrollable desire for muggle women. He lived in London and one day, on one of his lonely trips around Europe, his eyes met Jude’s mother. He found she was beautiful and never ever would imagine that nine months later that one night fling a baby would come to the world with his wizard blood. Well, he never even knew about it, died some years later on a duel, but he left all his money and mansion to his younger brother Samwise. And now, ten years after that fling, Samwise found himself with a kid.
Jude started to live with his uncle and they soon bonded to each other.
After one year of discovering the admirable wizard world Jude received a letter from a place called Hogwarts. He already knew about it; proud as he was to know that he was a wizard, a special someone, he spent the entire year asking his uncle about magic things.
Soon as he was sorted into Slytherin, a group of trouble makers of the second year called him to sit with them. He became friends with them since then and now, at his fifth year, he is willing to try out for keeper of the Quidditch team. He and his group don't like those marauders very much, in fact they hate them.
RP Sample: Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.
'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'
Stupid Quidditch.
James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.
Just one lousy catch. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just caught that one stupid snitch, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.
As if to prove the point, half the people at the Slytherin table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the snitch!'
It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
I just smiled. I knew it would make James even angrier. In fact that was what I wanted, to flaunt his winning on the other one’s face. “I’m just passing by to go celebrate at my common room. In fact, we are celebrating because of you, slippy hands! HAHA Thank you, loser!” and I went off to my common room, laughing loudly.
Arriving there, he meet my best friends and the rest of the team screaming “HEY!! Where were you, Jude? Come on, celebrate with us! We won because of you, ahn? Catching all those balls, you were awesome, mate!” I smile proudly “Yes, yes I know!” I turn to that cute girl that is giving me a sweet smile and say “Would you give me a butterbeer, darling?” I watch her going somewhere to get it as I sit down on the couch, take my pipe and my wand and throw some fire at the herbs in there. All I want is to relax, drink and smoke as I enjoy my winning with my friends and hope for a week of dating that cute girl.
Custom or Canon: Custom
If Canon, explain why you want that character:
Did You Read The Rules?: Yes
Age: 15
Year: Fifth
Gender: Male
House: Slytherin
Personality: Jude has grown up to be a trouble maker. Always trying to chat girls and boys up, he is proud to be mischievous, playing tricks with every kid who passes by him and isn’t “as good as him” – as he likes to think. He is very reserved, though, when it comes to feelings and emotions or anything serious. He doesn’t like to talk about his tragic life experience, because he wants everyone to think that he was born a rich wizard, just like he is now. He swears a lot, fancies the cold weather and rains.
He doesn’t go so well in school, but he is very good in three specific subjects. They are potions, transfiguration and flying. He is a Quidditch addicted, cheers for the Montrose Magpies and has at least three shirts of the team. Jude is so proud to be a wizard he likes to flaunt it around, wearing wizard cloaks every time that is possible and wondering around with his wand very visible to everyone that passes by him.
He likes to read interesting books and wonder around the streets, mostly when it’s raining. His greatest fear is to die dueling like his dad did, but if there is one thing he is good at that doesn’t include magic is to punch people. He is very muscular, what makes him very strong.
Appearance:
th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2011/313/7/3/all_this_by_wakeupnaked-d4fn8kg.jpg
fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/065/c/b/here_i_am_by_wakeupnaked-d3b2sl1.jpg
Weight: 52 kg
Height: 169 cm
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Shades of blue
Accessories: Sometimes, wears a scarf
Wand: Jude's wand is just like any other, except for the fact that it has rune marks crafted all over it. It is not well conserved due to Jude's lack of organization.
Core: Dragon Heartstring
Length: 11 3/4 inches
Wood: Kou
Added Ingredient: None
Inventory: A messenger's bag with pumpkin tarts, a handfull of licorice candy, quills, parchment, ink, a journal and chocolate frogs inside it. His wand goes in his pocket and a pipe goes behind his ear.
Books: All his fifth year books for Astronomy, Charms, DADA, History of Magic, Potions and Transfiguration. He also has some books about Quidditch and a few story books.
Alignment: Neutral, sometimes he is more good and other times he is more evil.
History:
Jude Rask was born a poor Liverpool muggle, on a cold evening of December 31st. His mother was a single mom and he had a younger brother, born two years after him. Everything went ok, considering everything that the Rasks had to put up with, until a shooting went down on their neighborhood and Jude’s mother and brother died tragically when he was only ten years old. Fortunately, Jude managed to escape, although even he couldn’t find out how.
He wondered lonely for about half a year, starving and freezing on the streets of the poor neighborhood where his life began, trying to figure out how to survive on his own. He did very good, in fact, for a ten-tear-old, but by the end of the seventh month some weird-looking man said he had been looking for him. Later he found out that the man was a wizard and so was he, when he was brought to this place called the Leaky Cauldron and listened to his life story. The so called “wizards” told him he had an uncle and that he had to move in with him.
So, here’s that story: his father was a Scottish wizard with an uncontrollable desire for muggle women. He lived in London and one day, on one of his lonely trips around Europe, his eyes met Jude’s mother. He found she was beautiful and never ever would imagine that nine months later that one night fling a baby would come to the world with his wizard blood. Well, he never even knew about it, died some years later on a duel, but he left all his money and mansion to his younger brother Samwise. And now, ten years after that fling, Samwise found himself with a kid.
Jude started to live with his uncle and they soon bonded to each other.
After one year of discovering the admirable wizard world Jude received a letter from a place called Hogwarts. He already knew about it; proud as he was to know that he was a wizard, a special someone, he spent the entire year asking his uncle about magic things.
Soon as he was sorted into Slytherin, a group of trouble makers of the second year called him to sit with them. He became friends with them since then and now, at his fifth year, he is willing to try out for keeper of the Quidditch team. He and his group don't like those marauders very much, in fact they hate them.
RP Sample: Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.
'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'
Stupid Quidditch.
James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.
Just one lousy catch. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just caught that one stupid snitch, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.
As if to prove the point, half the people at the Slytherin table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the snitch!'
It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
I just smiled. I knew it would make James even angrier. In fact that was what I wanted, to flaunt his winning on the other one’s face. “I’m just passing by to go celebrate at my common room. In fact, we are celebrating because of you, slippy hands! HAHA Thank you, loser!” and I went off to my common room, laughing loudly.
Arriving there, he meet my best friends and the rest of the team screaming “HEY!! Where were you, Jude? Come on, celebrate with us! We won because of you, ahn? Catching all those balls, you were awesome, mate!” I smile proudly “Yes, yes I know!” I turn to that cute girl that is giving me a sweet smile and say “Would you give me a butterbeer, darling?” I watch her going somewhere to get it as I sit down on the couch, take my pipe and my wand and throw some fire at the herbs in there. All I want is to relax, drink and smoke as I enjoy my winning with my friends and hope for a week of dating that cute girl.
Custom or Canon: Custom
If Canon, explain why you want that character:
Did You Read The Rules?: Yes
