Post by JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON on Apr 3, 2011 11:01:01 GMT -6
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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
[/font]I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
something to get off my chest
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JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON[/center]
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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
[/font]MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
need something that i can confess
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NICKNAMES: Jake, Warrington, Hawk
AGE: Seventeen
D.O.B.: May first, two thousand and five
WAND TYPE: ten inches; oak with a core of dragon heartstring, nice and sturdy.
HOUSE: Slytherin; Canon
SPECIAL ABILITIES: None
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
PLAY-BY: Jared Padalecki
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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
[/font]’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
from all the truth that i've said
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EYE COLOUR: Hazel
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 190 lbs.
PERSONAL STYLE: Jacob tends to be well dressed. At school he sticks to his wearing his uniform wearing a white dress shirt, short during the warmer days, long in the winter with a Slytherin tie and dress pants as well as his robes. On the weekends as well as during holidays he usually dresses in nice jeans or dress pants depending on the occasion and then he wears a nice shirt and sometimes a sweater, depending on the weather.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Jacob has a slim, muscular build and usually stands tall and proud. Always dresses nicely and tries to make a point by showing others that he's not a slob to prove he's better.
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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
[/font]THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
i've been on the brink, so
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+ girls
+ quidditch
+ butterbeer
+ being proud
+ potions
+ defense against the dark arts
+ lasagna
+ wizards chess
+ bertie botts every flavor beans
+ practical jokes
+ threstals
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- dishonesty
- know-it-alls
- those who talk a lot
- muggleborns
- blood traitors
- gryffindors
- divination
- authority
- garlic
GOALS: to become a death eater (when they are out in the open)
To be a keeper for the Slytherin Quidditch Team
To become a ministry worker
BOGGART: spiders
PATRONUS: snake; being sorted into Slytherin in his first year.
DEMENTOR: Being defeated by a muggle born in a duel.
AMEROITA: Coffee, oranges, chocolate.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Cool, calculating, calm, short-tempered, patient, relaxed, and self-centered sometimes.
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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
[/font]AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
it's like we're chasing all those stars
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FATHER: Jonas Warrington
MOTHER: Tatianna Warrington
BROTHER(S): None
SISTER(S): _____ ______ warrington; Twenty-three; Former Slytherin
OTHER: Veronica Yaxley - Aunt, Damien Yaxley - Uncle, _____ _____ Yaxley - 16 Ravenclaw Male Cousin.
HOMETOWN: Godric's Hollow
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts during school year; Godric's Hallow during holidays.
BIOGRAPHY: Jacob was now finally entering Hogwarts school, always having been a character in his younger years before he had been accepted into the academy, or school. Being around the age of three or four, he had first foudn his love of magic when a cake accidentally exploded after not receiving enough candles, but he wasn't even old enough to understand why. Of course, he also learned the hatred of muggle-borns through his parents really got to him from when he heard his father arguing with his mother about why they didn't live with the muggles instead of in Godric's Hollow. As he grew up, he was a rather cold, and calculating person, always unable to tell if he was smiling when he walked by. Most of the neighbor's kids avoided him as he was walking to get something to eat, but he managed to still make a name for himself by always bullying the neighbor's kids as well. Usually pulling small pranks on them that always ended up in confrontation, and Jacob usually never backed down.
Eventually, his reign of terror ended when he got accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the day the letter arrived was the happiest of his life. Having been accepted, that would mean he would leave this dull neighborhood to learn how to control real magic, and then use it for dastardly deeds only one could comprehend with their feeble minds. Jacob had a bit of an ego as well, but he was unsure of how to react when he was being brought to the school. Having packed up most of his things, and his parent's wishing him a safe farewell, they had no idea how much he enjoyed being away from that household. Jacob was going to have fun being on his own, and making new friends, mainly pure blood friends. Muggle borns were always not a favorite of his, holding a secret hatred for them from the bottom of his heart, and never understood why anyone like them deserved to still be alive. Tolerating their existence was what he considered to be a pity maneuver on his part, but one day he would do them in if he could manage to. Starting off the year when he arrived, he was quite happy when he had the sorting hat almost placed on his head, and the instant it was about to touch his hair, shouted out, "Slytherin!".
As the year progressed, and his first potions class came up, he had all the ingredients right for his first potion ever made. The partner he was with had no idea how to properly read the instructions, but to his disgruntled dismay was also a mud-blood. Unable to almost tolerate his presence, he just basically did the project himself not explaining anything to his partner, and voiced the complaint to his teacher after the class was over. This didn't go over well and eventually he was disciplined for it, however, he didn't learn his lesson from that as his hatred for the muggle borns only grew more so. Defense against the dark arts was his next class after that, and eagerly wanted to wander down to the class room early just to see who the professor was that taught it. Surely there would be more fun had if he was able to get a word in edge-wise with the professor to not put him near any muggle borns, but deciding to stay his hand just in case it back-fired like it had with the last professor with his protests. The years only progressed and he took quite an interest in the Slytherin quidditch team, watching every match they ever had, even the most recent ones to pick up pointers on how to be a beater.
Currently, he is in his seventh year, and just waiting for something interesting to happen. Perhaps a thrilling event would get rid of all the muggle-borns in the school that weren't worthy of being wizards at all, but he supposed he was just wishing for a miracle while walking down the hall to his first class of the day.
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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
[/font]AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
all the problems that we could solve
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RP EXPERIENCE: 12+ years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Kisandrea; My wife and lover. =)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None as of now.
RP SAMPLE:
A touch of alcoves, and then a pinch of lovespine would make this concoction the newest to his arbitrary collection of strange, yet exotic potions to perhaps sell later on. The musky smell coming from the bowl he was mixing the components in flashed with a surprising smell of mint within the air as it sounded like an explosion when the two herbs came in contact with each other. One would assume it was smoke, but others would think it was an explosion from an oncoming invader. Yet it was only one man sitting here on a stump near a town that he was purposely staying away from for the time being, considering he had heard rumors that had caught his attention a while ago. It was said that a dragon's tear could perhaps produce the needed effect for the potion to cure his mother's illness, but the last dragon he had encountered hadn't been so friendly, of course who else would be if you were asking a male dragon to cry for you. Sighing softly, the man's shadow could be seen standing up from behind a tree, and soon it looked as if he was about to drink the contents of the mixture. Then suddenly a vial was already underneath it as he dumped the contents of the bowl into it, before adding a touch of honey to make the final touches as blinding flash of light came into contact with the air causing a sudden gust of wind to spring up around the area as the potion was now a beautiful purple color.
Then the stranger spoke in a deep voice before muttering, "Finished.." and then putting the vial on his belt, knowing fully well that it could come in handy later on. Most of his potions were used for his own well-being and others if they needed healing, although that wasn't his strong point in potions. Silas Jaydon was one of the reknowned alchemists on the islands for his work, and tales of his travels probably progressed throughout the lands of Xanacona to many ears. Even the king had heard of his repertoire of uncanny abilities, but he refused to aid anyone until his mother was cured. At least he had no king that governed him and was always on the move, so he avoided any search parties or bandits he could unless he was forced to use the axe that was slung over his back. The cart he carried with him only outlined the figure of his 6'2" height, but he was still prone to attack no matter where he went. Many bandits could hear the jingling of cash within his cart, but many people had learned their lesson the first time he had used his potions on one of them. The changes were temporary but effective enough to scare anyone especially if the potion he threw was acid...that wasn't temporary at all, especially when said bandits flee after noticing the axe that had come arcing down towards them not only a few moments after. Soon he rubbed his brow while looking up towards the sun, and then started to heft his axe above his shoulders in a relaxed position as he looked to the town once more.
It was time to go there and perhaps get some rest or collect some more wares as the wind whipped around his fair skin, and made some of his hair whip into his face he pushed it aside gently. The white baggy shirt easily looking worn out, but he kept it on to remind him of what he had left when he was starting out. Of course, this was his version of a clean shirt and pants he wore were brown in color, hand-stitched to his own body, not loose-fitting or too tight at all, but just the right size. Then he put the axe on top of the four wheel cart he took everywhere with him, just because it carried all his supplies and started to pull into the town of Alumni. Not many people were out and about in this city, but then again it was near a port, so that could mean some business could come flowing in from there. First he needed to find a good place to set up shop as he found a deserted little corner right near one of the docks that no one seemed to occupy. Rolling his cart over he greeted everyone with happy smiles and greetings from a far away land while soon his cart turned into a decent shack with the right equipment for making anyone who loved herbs or flowers to stop by. Eventually he had an array of potions set out to sell, except the ones on his belt, he needed those ones, the most recent one he had was the highest on the market at 100 gold pieces, which was probably hard to come by here. "Thank you for letting me set up shop, and welcome to Silas's Herbs Extravaganza, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for, if not, why not look around at the potions I have on display too.." he said softly.
Almost all the herbs and potions were marked and his deep voice rang out, but no one seemed to pay attention, perhaps it was time to just give up on selling stuff. Forcing it on people didn't really help either, he was not wanted in a few towns for attempting that strategy anyways. So as the day went on, he continued to sell his wares until anything of interest were to happen to the fellow.
Then the stranger spoke in a deep voice before muttering, "Finished.." and then putting the vial on his belt, knowing fully well that it could come in handy later on. Most of his potions were used for his own well-being and others if they needed healing, although that wasn't his strong point in potions. Silas Jaydon was one of the reknowned alchemists on the islands for his work, and tales of his travels probably progressed throughout the lands of Xanacona to many ears. Even the king had heard of his repertoire of uncanny abilities, but he refused to aid anyone until his mother was cured. At least he had no king that governed him and was always on the move, so he avoided any search parties or bandits he could unless he was forced to use the axe that was slung over his back. The cart he carried with him only outlined the figure of his 6'2" height, but he was still prone to attack no matter where he went. Many bandits could hear the jingling of cash within his cart, but many people had learned their lesson the first time he had used his potions on one of them. The changes were temporary but effective enough to scare anyone especially if the potion he threw was acid...that wasn't temporary at all, especially when said bandits flee after noticing the axe that had come arcing down towards them not only a few moments after. Soon he rubbed his brow while looking up towards the sun, and then started to heft his axe above his shoulders in a relaxed position as he looked to the town once more.
It was time to go there and perhaps get some rest or collect some more wares as the wind whipped around his fair skin, and made some of his hair whip into his face he pushed it aside gently. The white baggy shirt easily looking worn out, but he kept it on to remind him of what he had left when he was starting out. Of course, this was his version of a clean shirt and pants he wore were brown in color, hand-stitched to his own body, not loose-fitting or too tight at all, but just the right size. Then he put the axe on top of the four wheel cart he took everywhere with him, just because it carried all his supplies and started to pull into the town of Alumni. Not many people were out and about in this city, but then again it was near a port, so that could mean some business could come flowing in from there. First he needed to find a good place to set up shop as he found a deserted little corner right near one of the docks that no one seemed to occupy. Rolling his cart over he greeted everyone with happy smiles and greetings from a far away land while soon his cart turned into a decent shack with the right equipment for making anyone who loved herbs or flowers to stop by. Eventually he had an array of potions set out to sell, except the ones on his belt, he needed those ones, the most recent one he had was the highest on the market at 100 gold pieces, which was probably hard to come by here. "Thank you for letting me set up shop, and welcome to Silas's Herbs Extravaganza, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for, if not, why not look around at the potions I have on display too.." he said softly.
Almost all the herbs and potions were marked and his deep voice rang out, but no one seemed to pay attention, perhaps it was time to just give up on selling stuff. Forcing it on people didn't really help either, he was not wanted in a few towns for attempting that strategy anyways. So as the day went on, he continued to sell his wares until anything of interest were to happen to the fellow.
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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
[/font]SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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