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Jude Tanner
My birth name is...Jude Henry Tanner III
But I would rather you call me this...Jude
I get a butterbeer for each one, right?12
What did the doc say...Male
My heritage includes...Pure-Blood
Get to know me better...
Let me enlighten you...I lived a simple life, for a wizard anyways, as a boy I was always mesmerized by enchanted things, a flying ball here, a talking book there. I wouldn't call us either rich or poor we were more of you in between group but we everything we needed so we were happy. My parents were a wizard and a witch, although mum would get mad if you called her one, so as such they worked wizarding jobs. I personally thought nothing of it, it all seemed so natural to me that they could just walk through wall like they weren't there or that they could apperate from place to place. Though despite all of this power that my parents possessed they were still curious about muggles and how they lived their lives without the convenience we have. So they decided when I was old enough they would send me to muggle school to learn with the other children my age. I of course had no idea that these other children knew nothing of magic as they called it, I just assumed everyone did it, to me it was like breathing air. I quickly learned however that that was not the case as my instructors quickly hushed me any time they heard me speak of such a taboo subject. Muggles all think it's made up, that no one has powers like ours, that it's all just stories that they use to scare children into doing what they want. This was when I started understand how the real world worked.
By age eight I had managed to make friends with some of the Muggle boys and we began to hang out at some of the local parks and stores. We were what you might call trouble makers and more then once we were chased away by cops and store owners, I of course being the ring leader took most of the blame. We never did anything to keep them mad at us though and for the most part they liked having us around. Despite all our short comings we were really pretty good kids, curious abut somethings but good non the less. We came from some of the better families in town and that seemed to mean we could get away with some things that other kids our age may not have been able to. This was also about the age that these same friends started to realize there was something different about me. My pop had started teaching me a few of the more basic spells that he used and gave me a few enchanted gag gifts, he was preparing me for the day I would get accepted into this fine academy, so being the curious trouble maker I was I decided to try some of the gags around my friends. My favorite one was a little fly that flew around in circles until someone tried to smash it and then exploded like a firework, it was completely harmless but it gave my friends quite the shock when I used it the first few times. It was little things like that that started to make the suspicious of my true self.
After a while the other students in my class began to make complaints about my antics to the headmaster of our school. This was not such a great time in my life, the headmaster summoned my parents to his office for a meeting about what the other students had been saying about me. My dad knew that if the Ministry got wind of such reports that the whole family would be forced to move, so out of necessity we were forced to move out to the country side away from Muggle eyes. It was a new experience for me but I didn't really mind, most of my old friends tried to stay in contact for as long as possible but now I don't really talk to any of them anymore. My parents began home schooling me, teaching me more about the tings I didn't know things about the wizarding world. I was super excited to finally get to learn about the things that my parents dealt with on a daily basis. Then one day this letter came in the mail for saying that I had been accepted into Hogwarts, I can't even describe the joy I saw on my parents face and how proud my dad looked. All I know now is this is my future and I ready to take it one step at a time.
So you'll probably see me doing this...Muggle Studies, History of Magic, causing trouble, hanging with my friends and going on adventures,
My wand is... A Red Wood wand with a Gryphon's Feather Core that measures 11 & 3/4"
I'd give a chocolate frog for some of these...
+Enchanted Gags
+Non Enchanted Gags
+Something Other Than Classical Music
+Some New Friends
+To See a Unicorn
Oh no, keep it away...please...
-most insects
-vegetables
-astronomy
-cold days
-bogarts
I've been hit by the Imperius curse from...Lief_7
Kryssie Moore
My birth name is... Krystian Erika Moore
But I would rather you call me this... Kryssie
I get a butterbeer for each one, right? 12
What did the doc say... Female
My heritage includes... half blood
Get to know me better...
Let me enlighten you... Kryssie is an out going, and strong willed girl, who has a kind heart. She can be quite shy around strangers, but she will always open up after a smile. Kryssie loves to break her usual way of going about things, by sometimes going out, and pulling small pranks. Though she wouldn't be considered a prankster.
Kryssie was born to her witch mother Alyssia. Her father, a muggle, that she has never met. Her mother told her, that her father was a muggle. Kryssie grew up in the wizarding community. She knew she would be going to Hogwarts. Kryssie loved everything to do with her Muggle side. Her mother allowed her to have what ever muggle devices she wanted. She has alot of muggle friends, but she doesn't really have any wizarding friends.
When Kryssie got her letter she was on top of the world. Her mother bought her a black cat, with a white patch over its eye, as her wizarding pet. She named the cat, Adelaide. She spent the last of her summer with her muggle friends, and singing along to songs with her friends. Kryssie now awaits the train trip that will take her to school, where she wants to make plenty of friends.
So you'll probably see me doing this... Potions, singing, writing, drawing and hanging out with her friends.
My wand is... Rosewood, with a Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie as the core, and it is 11" long.
I'd give a chocolate frog for some of these...
+ Music
+ Berty Botts Every Flavor Beans
+ Potions class
+ The Muggles Book Series: The House of Night
+ Plants
Oh no, keep it away... please...
- Spiders
- The cold
- Darkness
- The Dark Arts
- Charms Class
I've been hit by the Imperius curse from... KomiTomiButterfly
Alan Richards
My birth name is...Alan Richards
But I would rather you call me this...Al or Alan
I get a butterbeer for each one, right?Eleven
What did the doc say...Male
My heritage includes...Muggle-Born
Get to know me better...
Let me enlighten you...Alan was born to a Muggle family in London. He grew up as all Muggle children did, going to school at about the age of five. Every so often, something strange would happen that his family couldn't explain. One time when he was eight, he was alone with his kitten, a beautiful Siamese named Arya. His mother was only away for ten minutes while she cooked dinner, but when she got back the cat was three times larger than when she had left. She was frightened and called his father about what had happened, but the cat was back to her normal size by the time his father got home. Alan was always exceptionally smart, he made near-perfect grades all throughout his time in Muggle schools.
But then, around May, he turned eleven and that's when things changed. He got a letter informing him that he was accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He didn't understand what it was all about, but a representative from the school came over and spoke with his parents about it. Alan couldn't remember the man's name, but he was a really big guy. After that day, Alan started preparing for his journey to the magical school. His parents took him to meet another teacher from Hogwarts, Professor Grayson, who in turn took him to purchase his school supplies. First and foremost, he had to take his "Muggle" money as Professor Grayson called it, to get changed into Wizard money. His family was fairly wealthy and wanted him to be well off for school so he could do his best. He exchanged the money his parents had given him for what he was told to be a small fortune in Wizard currency and placed what he needed in a new account at Gringotts.
With that, he went to get his wand. Professor Grayson suggested Ollivander's to him but sadly, Alan couldn't find the right wand for himself until Mr. Ollivander pulled out a wand that he personally did not create. It was sent to him by a French wandmaker, a polished wand of Ebony, with something he called Veela hair being its core. It was a bit over ten inches long and when Alan touched it, it warmed in his hand. With a flourish, green sparks shot out of his wand. The rest of his supplies were much easier to obtain.
Alan is a laid back guy, but when it comes down to doing his homework, nothing except friends/family hold more importance. His parents raised him to be successful at whatever he set his mind to and he's tried to live to their expectations. He's not afraid of making choices, but he tends to weigh all of his options before acting. He's not easily frightened and is actually quite skilled in Muggle fighting, though it isn't allowed at Hogwarts. He's not really all that fond of trouble making antics, but wouldn't mind being able to explore the school unsupervised. He's also quite fond of trying new foods.
So you'll probably see me doing this...Transfiguration, as well as homework and socializing with other students. Hopefully, you won't see me sneaking around at night.
My wand is... an Ebony with Veela hair, ten and a quarter inches in length.
I'd give a chocolate frog for some of these...
+ Making good grades
+ Trying new things
+ Magic
+ Exploration
+ Muggle-style fighting
+ Quidditch
Oh no, keep it away...please...
- Being outsmarted
- Failing
- Getting in trouble
- Spiders
- Cheating(any form)
I've been hit by the Imperius curse from...Sera Trystfall
Liam N. Watts
My birth name is...Liam Noah Watts Jr.
But I would rather you call me this...Liam
I get a butterbeer for each one, right?12
What did the doc say...Male
My heritage includes...Pure-Blood
Get to know me better...
Let me enlighten you...I know that my life hasn't been all that interesting yet, however since you have shown some interest, I will entertain your inquiry. We will start this twelve year epic with my home life. I grew up in an awkward position as far as siblings are considered. Somehow my parents had two kids, a boy and a girl, separated by only two years, and the pride and joy of the community. My brother Cameron, the eldest, was the head-smart working type, he was the nerd who would start studying for an exam the day he received the books, and yes, I do mean before he has even attended the class. He currently has a job at the Ministry of Magic doing studies on ancient tomes, and spells. My sister Jasmine, the second child, was as ambitious as could be. Her motto was always, "Humans must always take whatever step necessary to move forward." She managed to live by this code of honor until shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, when she met her untimely end as a death eater working for He Who must not be named. As you may have realized, they have both graduated and begun careers. That is because of the empty nest syndrome. The twins, Henry and Harrietta, and myself are the outcome of this Syndrome. So my parents decided that they needed a new batch of kids to raise 14 years after the birth of my older sister.
The reason that i explain this to you before I tell you about my personal Biography is because, as you can guess, my family situation has affected me greatly. I grew up both as the older brother to my twin siblings, and the baby to my older two siblings. My family lived in a small wizarding town. I lived a basicaly care free life up until i was eight years old or so. Sure there was tension, and of course, Not everyone was "happy cheery" all the time, but there wasn't too much to worry about, atleast not for me. Me and Chadwick, the other boy in town my age, used to Run around town playing make believe, re-enacting our favorite stories and creating new ones. When my parents went on trips I would stay at my house and entertain the twins, but the majority of the time I was left to myself, allowed to do what I wanted granted my parents never got wind of an trouble making.
Then the world came crashing down. Our peaceful village was attacked, and many died during the battle. At first i didn't understand. My parents wouldn't answer my questions, but instead they were quick to grab me and my younger two siblings, and transport us to our grandparents house on my dads side. I still remember like yesterday the second day we were there when my mother sat me down and explained what had happened to my best friend and his family. It was hard to take in, but not nearly as hard as what we heard only months later. I had thought that the battle had come to a standstill. I hadn't heard heard anything of the war in months. Late one night, a visitor Apparated into my grand parents house. In the moments after the young man Appeared, I thought that once again, the place I called home was under attack, In a physical sense, I couldn't have been more incorrect, however this would be a new form of psychological warfare.
After the small tumble between my parents, grand parents and the mystery man, My father wistled like a blue jay, which was the symbol for the twins and I to come out of our hiding place. I didn't know what to expect at first, but as i saw who was standing in the living room my heart leapt with joy. I ran to the loving embrace of my older brother Cameron, and hugged for all i was worth. He had been taken prisoner a few months before. Relieved my heart relaxed. After a few more courteous moments of small talk my brother Began on the real reason that he had come back home. He revealed to us that he had purposely made it look like he had disappeared so that my family and i would not pursue him. In truth he had been working with a small group of coworkers in order to protect wizarding villages against He who must not be named, and his death eaters. After a brief silence filled the air he spoke once more and this time he enlightened the group about how he had recently come face to face in battle with his sister. In a soft barely audible tone, he went on to inform us that he had defeated her in the end, utilizing one of the many ancient spells he had learned in his studies. He told us how he used the spell that he thought would bind her up in an impenetrable web, and how the web quickly turned into a cocoon effectively suffocating his own sister before he could reverse the spell.
The years since I lost both my best friend and my sister have been hard on me, but i have learned to cope with these troubles, and to strut on though life, adapting constantly to the situation at hand and facing it to the best of your ability. This is what i plan to do as I attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry this year.
So you'll probably see me doing this...Defense Against the Dark Arts, Atempting to make some friends, trying to keep myself as active as possibel
My wand is... 12", Birch, Ashwinder Ash, moderatly flexable
I'd give a chocolate frog for some of these...
+ Competition
+ Times to simply relax and reminice
+ Family
+ Peace
+ My Eagle Owl, Farrel
Oh no, keep it away...please...
- Solitude
- War
- Disappointing those around me
- Not finishing what i start
- Jellybeans
I've been hit by the Imperius curse from...Zadoc the 27th
