Post by Jason Forge on Aug 13, 2009 10:18:27 GMT -1
Personal
Name::
George
RP Experience::
2-3 Years
Other Characters on the site::
None
How often you can login in (and post)::
Daily
Basic Character Info
Name::
Jason Owen Forge
Nickname/s::
Jace
Age & Birthday::
17 Years Old
16th April
Blood Status::
Halfblood
Member Group::
Hogwarts Student
Education Level::
Seventh Year
House::
Ravenclaw
Current Events::
Mums birthday
Background
Family::
Liam Forge (muggle) (deceased)
Lisa Forge (Maiden name Weir) (witch)
History::
Jason was born on the 16th of April into Liverpool Royal Hospitals maternity ward and had a fairly smooth upbringing despite the dark events that shaped the world. Starting off at home, mostly with his mother as his dad was usually out on business working for a large oil corporation. Nothing much happened here in Jason’s life, His mother secured a job as a journalist for the Daily Profit, His Dad secured many new contracts for his business, the world moved on around him but little affected him until the new laws were passed.
Jason started attending primary school just a few months before his dad died in a car crash, the accident was unrelated to any happenings in the wizarding world but the effect on Jason was just the same, he was nine years old. After loosing her husband Lisa continued her job at the Daily Profit for a short time until she quite due to "family issues" and took up a job as a freelance writer for a variety of magazines
When Jason enrolled in Hogwards school of witchcraft and wizardry. Jason’s first few years of Hogwarts were quite uneventful, making friends, handing in homework and making friends. In fifth year, Jason took up Quiditch, playing for Ravenclaw in the schools tournament, aiding them to victory every now and then. Sixth year for Jason was very uneventful; he continued to studying hard for his exams, practicing Quiditch and occasionally flirting here and there with varying degrees of success. Right now, Jason finds himself in his last year of Hogwarts, devoted to his fellow Ravenclaws and the Quiditch team, who knows what might happen.
Personality::
Jason is a calm, relaxed, fun loving guy who likes nothing more than playing his guitar around a campfire with friends. He is polite and kind to anyone he meets, unless they give him reason not to be. Jason isn't looking to make any enemies at school, although given the obvious tensions between houses, that’s not going to be easy! Jason is a hard worker, quite bright but not top of his class and admit ably he has missed his fair share of homework deadlines of the years!
Likes::
Girls, Music, Quiditch, Coffee and Chocolate
Dislikes::
Death Eaters, Tea, Beetroot, Homework, and Plasters
Appearance
Description::
Jason is slightly taller than your average seventeen year old, his large, lanky legs contributed towards that. His arms are very strongly build with no defined muscles, yet his hands are slightly smaller than you might expect, with jagged fingernails. His face has well defined features with a slightly squared jaw bone. His eyes a deep shade of brown, possibly hazel. mid-long black hair, usually messed up or left un-styled, can sometimes hide the tips of his ears. He usually wears Jeans and a shirt whenever possible (in his spare time) as he dislikes the Hogwarts School Uniform
Picture::
Celebrity::
Joe Flanigan
RP Example
Jason turned right, passing a sand stone statue blanketed in ivy. Its roots entwined with the statues left arm, making its way up the neck. The crisp crunch of cobble stones beneath Jason’s olive green converse trainers was some what soothing as he made his way from the main entrance down to the many sections of the school grounds. It was a warm day with only a few scattered clouds in the sky, Jason’s dark brown jacket now seemed like a bad idea. He shrugged, it wasn’t summer, if the weather took a turn for the worse he'd be better off than most of the students he had seen out and about. He tugged the jacket gently as it hugged his short sleeved white shirt too tightly for his liking. He then paused and attempted to check the watch he thought he had on his left wrist but as he pulled back his sleeve he noticed his skin was barren of such a device. He hummed in frustration as his hands danced over his light blue denim jeans, looking for his watch. Moments later he yanked a silver watch with a rectangular leather strap out of his back pocket and slapped it on his wrist.
Satisfied that the strap was secure he moved on, turning yet another corner which lead him down to the schools green houses. An unusual route that Jason did not usually take, primarily because he didn’t take herbology but also because the path didn’t really lead anywhere else. Or so most people thought. In truth, the path banked around the back of the castle leading around to the other side, where it rejoined yet another path that lead into Magnolia Meadow. A beautiful collection of trees and flowers that encouraged nothing but relaxation and calm thoughts. Jason made his way around the back of the castle, looking out over the small part of the black lake that he could see. The water was calm and almost perfectly undisturbed as the suns rays reflected off its surface, creating the illusion that the water was gold, not blue. Jason now found himself turning into the Magnolia Meadow which at first glanced seemed as spectacular as ever. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the flowerbeds were bursting with color. Yet to Jason’s surprise, their was hardly anyone else here.
He strolled left down a small path until he came across an old wooden bench. A young woman was seated on the bench next to a small willow tree, he instantly knew who she was. Danica Luxford, a fellow Ravenclaw. Everyone knew her, not just because of her title of head girl but because of her good looks, flirtatious nature and god knows what else. Jason paused as he saw her some what, off, out of self you might call it. Whilst being in some of the same classes as Danica he had tagged her as a girl who giggles with friends, seducing boys or flirting with teachers to get out of detentions. What he didn't label her as is someone to go off on her own every once in a while and direct their gaze to the sky whilst surrounded by nothing but natures splendor.
He brought his trail of thought to an abrupt stop as he realized he was being heavily judgmental. He had barely talked to her; all of this was pure speculation, nothing more. Jason pondered leaving her alone; surely one of her friends will come out looking for her eventually. But, admitably, he was curious to see if she was ok or if something had managed to drag her spirits down. She could always tell him to piss off and he would simply walk away. He walked forward casually, as he approached the bench from its side. He stopped next to her asking; "Are you ok?" In all fairness he was already preparing to continue on with his walk.
(fictional post improvised for application form)
