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Group: Gryffindor
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Member No.: 10
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About the Role-Player
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Referral: RPGC (No referral, I was just browsing when I found you guys!^^)
Nickname: Sky
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THE BASICS.
Character Name: Jake Finnigan
Nickname: None, but on occasion, one of his close friends such as Summer or Blake,(Or perhaps even his sister, Lucy) may call him finn.
Age: 15
Year: 5th
House: Gryffindor
Blood: Pure-blood
Parents: Seamus Finnigan and Ginny Weasley
All in the Details
Physical Appearance:
Standing at the staggering height of 6’1”, Jake could be considered one of the taller students in his year. His light, strawberry blond hair color differs greatly from that of his mother’s fiery crimson locks, and his father’s deep brunette roots. Ever since the young wizard turned 12, his hair has always fallen just above his eyes… No more, or no less. His figure is not one of great strength, but that doesn’t nessicarilly mean that he isn’t physically fit… growing up to a Wearing household, Jake has always been around a broomstick. Always. So, it was expected that he was to grow a great love for flying. Favoring the position of Beater, Jake has built up an impressive amount of muscle in both his arms… All in all, Jake’s build is athletic, but all the while, not too over the top. The last, and perhaps most noticeable feature about this interesting wizard, is his deep, ocean hued azure eyes. Most likely inherited from his mother’s side, many find this particular element of Jake’s appearance hard to miss.
Personality:
Outgoing and loud. These are only a few of the many words that can be used to describe the simple, yet complex being of Jake Finnigan. Now, although his traits may be numerous, most of them can be summed up into one simple phrase--- One heck of a friend.
Now, upon first glance, you may think Jake to be a little…. Weird. And, by all means, you would be correct. In fact, Jake is the type of person that encourages these types’ thoughts, welcoming diversity with open arms, often saying, and I quote, “Why the bloody hell does everybody act the same?” Well, that is a question that he still ponders to this very day…
As time passes, you might find that spending time out of classes with Jake might not actually be that bad; His witty and dry sense of humor, strangely lifting the spirits of all who surround him, along with his extremely competitive nature, make Jake quite the party animal. Now, ever since the dawn of time, (Ok, maybe not that long…) Human beings have pondered the meaning of friendship. If you were to ask this life-long question to Jake, you would most likely receive a wide grin and cock of the brow in return, along with the reply of, “Well, it means that someone’s always got your back, that somebody’s always watchin’ out for ya, and you for them. Or… It could mean that you choose to endanger your life on countless arrays of dangerous and terrifying adventures all to ensure the safety of your companions… Make scene?”
Courage is another element that helps sculpt this unique being. Truth be told, Jake would be willing to sacrafice anything in order to protect the ones he loves. And in such cases of mass turmoil, Jake would be the one to smile, and perhaps, even laugh in the silence before the storm. So, in a wrap, Jake is one (Seemingly) fearless wizard, that always has the guts to stand up for his friends. Ever since this young stepped anxiously through the huge doors of the Hogwarts castle, he came to dislike Slytherins with a passion- From the simple way that they carry themselves, Jake was giving the notion that they were the type of people that thought they were better than everybody else.(Most of them looking down upon Muggle-borns and Gryffindors) And so, from that day forward, Jake has always disliked Slytherins to a very large extent, usually never thinking twice before piecing together a harsh remark to through at one of them when the time comes.
Aside from the many odd characteristics of this young wizard, one element stands out just as strong as the rest… An uncanny knack for getting into mischief. Apparently, a few too many visits to his uncle’s joke shop had gone to the boy’s head, twisting his young mind into one of trouble and many long hours in detention. Although his parents discouraged such behavior, his old uncle Fred secretly sent his an odd assortment of items, only resulting in adding to his love for a good prank.
Style:
Although Jake is the type of person that doesn’t seem to care about what others think of him, he loves to keep with the current trends. Outside of classes, you could most likely find Jake clad in a pair of loose fitting jeans, along with a tight fitting dress shirt. However, as formal as his attire may seem, how he wears it could be the difference between preppy… and Stylish. From his rather shaggy and scruffy appearance, it would seem to most of the other students that attend the school, that Jake never actually took the time each morning to brush his unkept, light blonde hued brown hair.(In his eyes, it made him look all the more attractive…) But, then again, that’s just the way he liked it, and he couldn’t have it any other way. Footwear you may ask? Well, Jake isn’t exactly what you would call a shoe collector… Normally, you would see this young Gryffindor striding about the castle in a loose pair of sneakers, an occasional hole hear and there as a result of desperate escape attempts.(Usually a prank gone wrong) It might surprise you to hear that as the cold chill of winter rolls in, Jake’s wardrobe differs very little from that of the summer and spring time. Now, being the little dare devil that he is, Jake could care less if the temperature was below freezing, he would continue to dress in his traditional clothing all year round.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
+ Quidditch
+ Getting into trouble
+ Hexing unsuspecting Slytherins
+ Friends
+ Family(On occasion… XD)
+ Challenges
+ Adventure
+ Transfiguration
+ Girls…. (XD)
+ Showing off whenever he can( But no TOO over the top…)
Dislikes
- Slytherins
- Perfume
- Cheaters (It’s better to fail then to cheat, right?)
- Being cooped up indoors
- Snobbish, Think-They-Know-Everything types
- Studying
- Being bored
- Bullies
History:
It had only been 6 months since Seamus Finnigan and Ginny Weasely stood at the altar, happily planning their future according to their distant dreams and ambitions. One of their highest priorities was to set their sights on a new home, one that was to become the birth place of the eldest Finnigan child….
Born on the 5 of July, Jake finnigan was welcomed into the world by scorching heats and crowded beaches, after all, what would you expect from a clear summers day in the outskirts of Sydney Australia? As it turned out, soon after the wedding, both of his parents had decided that they would move out of the country, and off to a new and exotic land… A description that could only fit one unique place… Australia.
And so, time passed much as it has for thousands of years, nothing of great excitement of adventure had reached the young mischief maker of the Finnigan household. That is, until that faithful day, when both of his parents were summoned to come to the aid of the famous Harry Potter… After a horrible battle of the dark vs. the good, the courageous boy who lived fanished, along with Voldemort and his gang of death eaters. After accepting the painful truth, Mr. And Mrs. Finnigan decided that it would be best if they settled down and moved back to their native country, the small but proud land of Great Brittan. As the next few years came and went, the entire family was anticipating the arrival of the well known letter, the single letter that would hold the destiny of their oldest son….
Upon receiving the letter, sealed firmly with a wax seal, Jake grew anxious. The nervousness that most 11 year olds would feel was replaced with an aura of determination and ambition as the young boy impatiently awaited the day he would board the train that would send him to the school where he was bound to discover countless adventures, and hopefully, the dawn of great friendships as well.
And so, the first of September arrived in the blink of an eye, and all of the witches and wizards, young and old, set off for Hogwarts. After gaping in awe as he experienced his first trip through the barrier, Jake anxiously borded the train, and soon found an empty compartment to wait out the long ride to Hogwarts... Silently dreaming about all of the andventures he would encounter when he arrived....
there are Always Options (Not Manditory)
Broom: Excalibur’s Cross, A broom designed for maximum speed and control
Wand: 11˝” Unicorn Hair, Black Maple
Pet: A small, rather stubborn Eagle owl named Arakne
NECESSITY
Post from one of my wolf RPs
| QUOTE | Cascades of wonderfully bright hues trickled slowly through the many gaps and openings in the forest canopy, dancing playfully about the wood in a carefree manner. A light breeze soon accompanied the soft rays of sunlight as it swept through the forest, shifting the many colored leaves the littered the forest floor. Any creature that were to lay eyes on this serene sight would have taken a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet that had swallowed the forest at that very moment, they may have taken time to appreciate nature at its fullest… One creature, however, seemed to be ignoring the peaceful sight all together…
It was late afternoon as the large figure stepped silently through the forest, deep pools of Amber shone like fire in the dim shade of the foliage. Scanning the perimeter with orbs of cold fire, the figure came to a sudden halt. The light that shone through the branches of the oak trees was becoming brighter with every step that the young wolf took; the reflection of a glittering stream had caught his attention somewhere in the near distance. Letting a deep sigh escape his cream kissers, the young lera lifted a tentative paw and continued through the thick underbrush of the dense forest. Although his strides were solid, his motives for doing so were less secure, the reason behind his travels beginning to take flight in his mind…
“I must be losing it.”
At this point of his two day journey, his suspicions had been confirmed. Apollo had finally lost him mind. In his eyes, only a fool would have the done what this brute was attempting… However, the longing for acceptance was a feeling that Apollo seemed to have lost control over. The dull ache that tormented his very being was enough to push him over the edge, and out of his way to find someplace where he belonged. The feeling of security was something that he had desired for a long time, ever since that incident two and a half years ago….
Apollo’s sturdy limbs wavered ever so slightly as the brujo leapt gracefully across a small over-turned tree, the exhaustion from his trip catching up to him at last. Determined not to let any weakness show through to these wolves that he was so daringly about to approach, Apollo kept his crown held high, his crimson ops averted to the clearing that lay just ahead of him. As he reached the border of the forest, the handsome lera froze in his current position… For standing just yards away ahead of his gaze, were two full. Now, having lived as a loner his entire life, Apollo was extremely uncertain as to how he was to approach a pack wolf. Well, there was one thing that he was certain of, and that was the fact that he needed to speak to the Alpha of the pack….
As the young brute let his gaze follow the two wolves, he noticed that one of them, the ebony coated brute, appeared to have a limp to his stride, making everyday motion for the canine difficult. Dropping his lobes so that they were directed to the rear of his crania, Apollo shifted his gaze so that it now rested on the Ivory wolf. This lera was definitely femine; Apollo could gather that much information just by the way she held herself, the untamed confidence of a she-wolf shone through with a certain boldness that he hadn’t often come across in his life long wanderings.
Dipping his broad muzzle to the leaf-lined forest floor, Apollo heaved a large sigh before lifting his head to level his body once more. Groaning inwardly to himself, the young brujo lifted an ebony brow at his own cowardice, shaking his large crown as if to rid himself of these doubtful feelings.
‘Well, here I go…’
And with this final thought in mind, the young wolf emerged from the darkness of the wood, his clear optics full of determination and confidence. Apollo wasn’t about to give up his search just yet….
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Edit:Wow what!/History finished
((Urg... Icky History and Personality... My muse has left me... XP))
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Jake Finnigan
