Post by Mr E on Aug 6, 2007 1:57:25 GMT -5
OOC Name; Mr. E
Character's Name; Alexander Moore
Age; 17
Country; UK
House; Cheda
PB; David Tennant
Sample;
There's this old saying which goes: "There are some who are born great, and some who have greatness forced upon them." History has shown this to be true in numerous cases in which normal people rose above oppression, hardship, or cruelty to go down in history and be forever admired by the generations to come. Alexander Moore was not now, nor would he ever be such a person. An average sort of boy he lived an average sort of life with average friends and average grades. So what made Alex special? What made him worth mentioning at all? Well the fact that he was average of course!
You see Alex Moore was a seventeen year old boy currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his seventh year, and maybe to muggles being a wizard was special but where Alex was from it was hardly anything to cause a stir. So now this begs the question again: why were we wasting our time and breath on Alex? Well because this particular Hufflepuff was a great anomaly within the walls of this school. His parents were still married, they never beat him, they never yelled or abused him in any shape or form. He had a little brother who was not a wizard but easily one of his favourite people in the world, he had a cat, his name was Seymortimour--he couldn't chose between naming him Seymor, or Mortemor and so chose both--who was not magical in anyway. Just a cat--he was orange!--that helped.
Alex did not wear black clothes, in fact in Hogwarts he never wore muggle clothes at all unless it was a Hogsmeade weekend and even then, he had to think about it a bit. He didn't play a musical instrument nor sing to himself sad lamenting songs of lament, in fact he wasn't even very handsome! Well, that depended. He was tall--six feet with one inch to be exact--and rather thin, and he had a habit for either speaking very quickly or very slowly and hardly anything in between. And he stared off into space...a lot. Thinking thoughts, he found that a lot of people said they thought thoughts but they didn't really. They were just thinking about what they thought others were thinking about them and in Alex's opinion life was too short to worry about what others were thinking about you when he could be thinking about...well socks.
For example: why did his left sock feel a little more rough than his right? They washed in the same wash and dried in the same dry and yet the left one felt deprived of fabric softener. Or or or! An even greater enigma: why was it when he put his favourite candy cane socks to wash he only got one back when they too were in the same wash and dry! It was things like this he sometimes thought between being hungry and wondering what was on the telly back at home.
It was these very thoughts--well not very--well similar--well really he was thinking about buttons--that currently took up space in Alex's mind as he made his way absently down the corridor of said School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His friend, Harriet Jones, was fussing next to him about something or other. Now once upon a time Alex had sort of fancied Harriet. True by most people's standards--and when he said most people, he meant all people--Harriet was not very pretty at all, she was just...not ugly. But she was charming and funny and sort of sweet and it didn't matter how many times Alex had spoken to her, she always went right up to him and shook his hand and said:
"Hi I'm Harriet Jones, Hufflepuff." With a smile. To which Alex could only laugh and reply, "I know who you are Harriet."
So what caused a change in the weather that Alex's heart no longer went aflutter when Harriet was near by? Well one afternoon while they were both lounging about the castle Alex noticed a spider's sack, which contained inside of it about a hundred or so baby spiders. Harriet proceeded to stomp the sack into nothing right before Alex's eyes, he wasn't sure why it had bothered him so but it had and so now Harriet was nothing more than a friend. Good thing he never said anything.
"Alex are you listening?" He then heard her ask.
"Nope, sorry. I'll see you later Harriet." He smiled as he gave his friend a wave and started off in a different direction. Shame. He had so liked her...oh well. Shoving his hands into his pockets Alex began to whistle a little tune as he took a little stroll through the castle.
Character's Name; Alexander Moore
Age; 17
Country; UK
House; Cheda
PB; David Tennant
Sample;
There's this old saying which goes: "There are some who are born great, and some who have greatness forced upon them." History has shown this to be true in numerous cases in which normal people rose above oppression, hardship, or cruelty to go down in history and be forever admired by the generations to come. Alexander Moore was not now, nor would he ever be such a person. An average sort of boy he lived an average sort of life with average friends and average grades. So what made Alex special? What made him worth mentioning at all? Well the fact that he was average of course!
You see Alex Moore was a seventeen year old boy currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his seventh year, and maybe to muggles being a wizard was special but where Alex was from it was hardly anything to cause a stir. So now this begs the question again: why were we wasting our time and breath on Alex? Well because this particular Hufflepuff was a great anomaly within the walls of this school. His parents were still married, they never beat him, they never yelled or abused him in any shape or form. He had a little brother who was not a wizard but easily one of his favourite people in the world, he had a cat, his name was Seymortimour--he couldn't chose between naming him Seymor, or Mortemor and so chose both--who was not magical in anyway. Just a cat--he was orange!--that helped.
Alex did not wear black clothes, in fact in Hogwarts he never wore muggle clothes at all unless it was a Hogsmeade weekend and even then, he had to think about it a bit. He didn't play a musical instrument nor sing to himself sad lamenting songs of lament, in fact he wasn't even very handsome! Well, that depended. He was tall--six feet with one inch to be exact--and rather thin, and he had a habit for either speaking very quickly or very slowly and hardly anything in between. And he stared off into space...a lot. Thinking thoughts, he found that a lot of people said they thought thoughts but they didn't really. They were just thinking about what they thought others were thinking about them and in Alex's opinion life was too short to worry about what others were thinking about you when he could be thinking about...well socks.
For example: why did his left sock feel a little more rough than his right? They washed in the same wash and dried in the same dry and yet the left one felt deprived of fabric softener. Or or or! An even greater enigma: why was it when he put his favourite candy cane socks to wash he only got one back when they too were in the same wash and dry! It was things like this he sometimes thought between being hungry and wondering what was on the telly back at home.
It was these very thoughts--well not very--well similar--well really he was thinking about buttons--that currently took up space in Alex's mind as he made his way absently down the corridor of said School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His friend, Harriet Jones, was fussing next to him about something or other. Now once upon a time Alex had sort of fancied Harriet. True by most people's standards--and when he said most people, he meant all people--Harriet was not very pretty at all, she was just...not ugly. But she was charming and funny and sort of sweet and it didn't matter how many times Alex had spoken to her, she always went right up to him and shook his hand and said:
"Hi I'm Harriet Jones, Hufflepuff." With a smile. To which Alex could only laugh and reply, "I know who you are Harriet."
So what caused a change in the weather that Alex's heart no longer went aflutter when Harriet was near by? Well one afternoon while they were both lounging about the castle Alex noticed a spider's sack, which contained inside of it about a hundred or so baby spiders. Harriet proceeded to stomp the sack into nothing right before Alex's eyes, he wasn't sure why it had bothered him so but it had and so now Harriet was nothing more than a friend. Good thing he never said anything.
"Alex are you listening?" He then heard her ask.
"Nope, sorry. I'll see you later Harriet." He smiled as he gave his friend a wave and started off in a different direction. Shame. He had so liked her...oh well. Shoving his hands into his pockets Alex began to whistle a little tune as he took a little stroll through the castle.