Post by christian davies on Jan 17, 2009 17:09:38 GMT -5
Christian Ian Davies
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Name/Alias: Amanda, Manda or Mandy for short.
Age: 18, soon 19
RP Experience: a few years now.
How You Found Us: Through another RP site
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: however much is needed, according to my character
Other Characters:none, yet.
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Character's Full Name: Christian Ian DaviesPure
Nicknames: Chris
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Gryffindor
Birthday: January 29
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Blood Status:
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Play By: William Moseley
Appearance: Christian is the only male Davies sibling. He adopted the signature Davies look, blonde hair and eyes that seem to change color, with a base in the blue grey category. He stands at 5'11" with a muscular stature, but not overly so. His complexion has a healthy glow, and he can even tan somewhat in the summer. Christian would say that his best feature is his hands, large and strong, yet gentle. However, the most noticeable flaw that Christian has is on his left hand. His thumb is missing a "corner" because of a freak accident with getting in the way of his mother, her magic and the kitchen knife while she was preparing dinner. Although the Healer had offered to just reattached the corner back onto his thumb, Christian had decided that the scar gave him a flaw, a flaw that made his perfect Davies looks somewhat blemished.
Unfortunately, Christian has had to deal with the influence of his older sister, learning about how clothes actually have to match. He prefers taking on a comfortable, preppy look, though he is perfectly content to wear the robes of the wizarding world. On occasion, he is known to dress up formally, but it would be a good assumption that he was forced into dressing that way.
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Likes:
~ Girls
~ His sisters
~ Quidditch
~ Transfiguration (and has a strange obsession with Animagi)
~ getting into mischief
~ the good side
~ Dragons
~ Dueling
~ Logic and rational thought
~ The good side
Dislike:
~ People who pick on his sisters
~ Herbology
~ Divination
~ Consequences
~ rules
~ Studying
~ Cruelty
~ The unexplainable/irrational
~ The bad side
Strengths:
~ Confidence
~ Flying
~ Rational thinking
Weaknesses:
~ Being goaded (especially by being called perfect or anything pertaining to his looks)
~ Anything pertaining to his sisters
~ too readily lets things go with the flow
Boggart: A grown up image of himself
Patronus: Hawk
Personality: Christian is an easy going pureblood who wants to be respected like a man but still act like a kid. He dreads the day that he graduates Hogwarts and must work in the Wizarding World. He is protective of his sisters but it's the sense of family loyalty that makes him so protective. He is not known to be as mischievous as the infamous Mauraders, but he doesn't like following the rules he deems to be dumb and unimportant. He feels free to express himself whenever he desires, which is why he hates his looks, which conform to the ideal Davies looks, so much. Christian looks at his dear mother and sees just how skin-deep she is, causing him to hate the skin he has. He can be a bit of a player with the girls, but he never intentionally leads them on.
Christian isn't one to be completely in tune to his studies; he would much rather just be able to absorb the information quickly and thoroughly. However, he hates things that are unexplainable and irrational. Comprehending things such as Divination make no sense to him. He can seem cocky at times and believes that he really is as good as he makes himself out to be. He lives in the moment, for the moment. Christian could really care less to plan out anything; his spontaneous decisions sometimes cause him to get into mischief. He never thinks about the consequences of his decisions until it's too late and the consequences are already occurring.
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Father: Prosper Davies
Mother: Vella (Winters) Davies
Siblings:Older sister and younger sister
Other Family: --
History: The marriage between Prosper Davies and his wife had been prearranged by their pureblood parents. Nobody would ever imagine that the couple could have gotten together on their own. Prosper, a quiet, reserved, serious man, was a Ravenclaw whose only aspiration was to have a career that made his noble name even the more nobler. He started out in the Ministry but felt that buying his way to the top of the standings tarnished his name. Instead, he moved departments, becoming an Unspeakable. At the age of 25, he married into the prearranged agreement with Vella Winters, a shallow Gryffindor. He knew the girl, threes years below him, in passing in the hallways. She was a looker, but never cared much about anything except her looks. Or, at least, that's what he had always assumed, until she became pregnant 7 months after their wedding.
Vella glowed as a mother and a wife. Her pure Gryffindor heart was bursting with love for her husband and for her children. Her first daughter was born. A year after, she gave birth to a son. Then, another girl was born. Together, the Davies reared their young children; with three children in three years, there was more chaos in the household than they could cope with. Once Vella figured out how to rule her household and her oldest child was almost ready to be going to Hogwarts, she got pregnant again. A devastating blow would happen to the woman that would change her forever. The babies, twins boy and girl, were born too early and too underdeveloped to survive. Vella was devastated in ways that she never thought possible. She turned to her husband and children for support. However, her husband was hardly around, enveloping his own grief in his work. Her children tried to be there for her, but they could not understand what she was going through. Vella eventually overcame the grief, but she never was as bubbly or as happy as she used to be.
Christian was born on a snowy night on January 29. He grew up surrounded by girls. His mother devoted her attention to her son, the little Davies that would continue the family line. His older sister would treat him like a nuisance. He mostly played with his younger sister. He loved to ride on the little broomstick that his father had given him on his 5th birthday. On his second Christmas, Christian showed his first sign of magic. When he opened up his stuffed dog, he pet it a couple of times before the stuffed animal barked. He continued to show little signs of magic throughout his childhood until he received his letter to Hogwarts. Before the letter, Christian and his sisters supported their mother through the grief of losing their younger siblings. Christian was very helpful, taking care of his younger sister and trying not to be underfoot. When his older sister left for Hogwarts, Christian stepped into the role of the "oldest" sibling around and continued to do whatever his mother needed, whether to help around the house, take care of his younger sister or just converse and giver her a hug. Once getting the letter to Hogwarts, he went shopping with his mother for a wand; a 10" Rowan wood with a Dragon Heartstring core. He was Sorted into his mother's House, Gryffindor. It added to the tension between himself and his older sister, but as they matured, Christian got along with his sister even more. He took care of his younger sister because they were sorted into the same House. As he progressed through school, Christian's enthusiasm for studies lessened. He knows that eventually, his father will force him to become the man that he is, but he just isn't ready for that yet.
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RP Sample:
Connor had been in a catatonic state for the past week. His friends had all but picked him up and carried him everywhere. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't flown, he hadn't even gone to visit his owl, which he tried to do everyday. His mates were lucky that Connor obliged to taking a shower everyday, but he didn't feel clean. He felt a dirtiness deep inside that could not be washed away.
He had been dragged to Hogsmeade by force, not wanting to leave the Castle, not wanting to leave his bed. Mostly, he had slept the time away. When he was awake, Connor would absorb everything around him, letting him exist in the outer world and ignoring the way his inner world was crumbling into pieces.
His friends thought him pitiful for being so hung over a girl, a measly Gryffindor. But, they didn't understand, and Connor didn't want them to. Because, if his friends understood, then what Connor and Bella had wasn't special. He didn't care that they made fun of him for this; Connor was beyond his caring point about anything. There wasn't anything to care about, he reasoned.
Connor couldn't understand why he was so depressed. There was a gaping hole in him, but he didn't want to examine it. Get too close and you could get burned.
So, Connor had escaped from his friends, relieved to be by himself for a few minutes, as his mates had taken up a watch to make sure that Connor was never to be by himself. He stepped into The Three Broomsticks, looking for something to prevent him from thinking. That was all he was after these days; something that made him not think, not feel, just exist. Which is why he sat at a table by himself, running his hand through his hair, drinking his third Butterbeer. He had thought the warmth of the liquid would de-ice his insides, but he didn't even notice the flavor or the heat because they were nothing compared to the flavor and heat of Isabella.
