Post by imsotuff on Nov 29, 2006 21:19:45 GMT -5
Name: Preston Ian Elias
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Appearance: Skinny, pale, your typical emo wizard. Preston has the look of being mal nutrious, which was partially he true. He always had food to eat, but it was never the healthiest of food. The food that was supplied to him was usually either candy or the lowest grade of food you could possibly think of. When puberty set in, it really made him look like an abused animal. Standing at five feet and ten inches, his weight should have been about one hundred and forty pounds. Preston, however, was twenty pounds under that, making his hip bones, that most guys did not have, protrude.
Preston's hair was naturally a cremey chocolate brown. Although now, if looked at in the sunlight, it had a few blonde highlights. Not that he had intentionally wanted his hair to have blonde in it. His partner in third year potions had caused eruption of their potion and this was the effect. The skin around his dark brown eyes was usually always wrinkled to deflect the sun that was bouncing off of his ghostly skin.
10-15 Personality Traits: To be frank, Preston has no self-confidence. Because he does not, he has a lot of defense mechanisms. The big one being that he tends to make fun of people to the point of humiliation if they pick on him. He does not trust people that easily so he makes fun of them, usually their appreance, so that they would not like to be friends with him so that he can avoid getting hurt. Preston uses sarcasm. Most of the things he says are sarcastic so that the person he is talking to does not know if he is making fun of them or not.
Once you are in Preston's inner circle, everything changes. Because it takes a lot to get Preston to trust someone, not many people are in his trustworthy zone. If you are though, he is no longer sarcastic or mean. He is kind. He cares deeply for the people he loves and would literally do anything for them. Preston is known to take a bullet, or a spell, for a friend.
Potions is Preston's favorite class. The idea of putting two things together and getting something totally different intrigued him. It was like when you put people with diffferent personalities together. Sometimes fire erupted, sometimes the waterworks were turned on.
Preston certainly has the personality to be in Slytherin. However, he is muggleborn and would be teased and maybe even toruted if he was in Slytherin. The next thing that is closest to Slytherin is Gryffindor. Besides, he is trying to be a good boy.
Character Background/History:When Preston was a baby, and his brother brother was five, his parents, Joseph and Debbie, got into drugs. They eventually got hooked up on them, and started selling a lot of items from their house, to get the drugs. It was not a place for children. His mom would get violent sometimes and his dad was in and out of jail. His parents knew that they should stop taking drugs, but if they did, they'd have withdrawels and shake the whole building. One christmas, his brother told my dad santa is coming, and Preston's father almost cried, because he knew that his sons would get no presents. Christmas day. his brother, Scott, wakes up, runs into his dads room goes "wake up, wake up! its christmas!". Scott goes to the tree that his father stole and he see's nothing. His dad starts saying sorry, and his brother goes into his room. For what it seems like forever to Preston, his older brother is in his room, wrapping things up in paper bags, all his favorite things, and gives a present to Preston. That was the turning moment in their father's life. He stopped doing drugs.
However, they were not as fortunate with their mother. One day, Joseph, his dad, went to the store, and he came back, found his brother screaming out of his lungs, right in the middle of the street. Preston's dad discovered his wife, in my Scott's room absolutely destroying everything, and Scott went out in the middle of the street to run away. Eventually, Joseph took Scott, Preston was too attached to his mother to leave, and they moved out.
Preston's mom moved the two to London, because family was there, including Preston's father. Her drug habits continued, but more secretive, at least that's what she thought. Preston was no longer a baby, he was eleven years old and he knew what his mother was doing. Instead of having to deal with that at his home, Preston spent most of his time wandering the streets of London. On his birthday on a hot and sticky summer day, a strange letter arrived for Preston. It was not just because it was from some place called Hogwarts. It was strange because he never recieved letters. Not even junk mail. After reading the letter many times, Preston decided to go, even if he did not believe it was credible. It was a way for him to get out of his house.
One Sample paragraph:The train had barely left the station and Preston was already sleeping. As soon as the train had slowly came to a stop at the station, he hurred onto the train. He wanted to make sure that he got a good compartment. A good compartment was one that was empty. Preston nearly was crushed beneath the weight of his trunk. He did not have much upper body strengh so when he went to put it in the overhead luggage storage, gravity nearly pushed back on him. The only thing that he did not put in the storage was his calico cat, Pumpkin.
Preston laid on his back across an entire row of seats that could fit three people. His arms were under his head as a makeshift pillow. He had not changed into his school uniform yet. Preston was in no hurry. He usually changed five minutes before arriving at the Hogsmeade station. The robes did not mind Preston, but the tie choked him. His uniform sat on the row of seats opposite the seats that Preston had stretched himself out on. Pumpkin's traveling crate was next to his luggage. However, Pumpkin was laying on Preston's stomach. She moved up and down with every breath that he took. Although it looked like she was sleeping by the way she was curled up, Pumpkin was not sleeping. She was keeping guard of her owner, daring anyone to wake him.
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Appearance: Skinny, pale, your typical emo wizard. Preston has the look of being mal nutrious, which was partially he true. He always had food to eat, but it was never the healthiest of food. The food that was supplied to him was usually either candy or the lowest grade of food you could possibly think of. When puberty set in, it really made him look like an abused animal. Standing at five feet and ten inches, his weight should have been about one hundred and forty pounds. Preston, however, was twenty pounds under that, making his hip bones, that most guys did not have, protrude.
Preston's hair was naturally a cremey chocolate brown. Although now, if looked at in the sunlight, it had a few blonde highlights. Not that he had intentionally wanted his hair to have blonde in it. His partner in third year potions had caused eruption of their potion and this was the effect. The skin around his dark brown eyes was usually always wrinkled to deflect the sun that was bouncing off of his ghostly skin.
10-15 Personality Traits: To be frank, Preston has no self-confidence. Because he does not, he has a lot of defense mechanisms. The big one being that he tends to make fun of people to the point of humiliation if they pick on him. He does not trust people that easily so he makes fun of them, usually their appreance, so that they would not like to be friends with him so that he can avoid getting hurt. Preston uses sarcasm. Most of the things he says are sarcastic so that the person he is talking to does not know if he is making fun of them or not.
Once you are in Preston's inner circle, everything changes. Because it takes a lot to get Preston to trust someone, not many people are in his trustworthy zone. If you are though, he is no longer sarcastic or mean. He is kind. He cares deeply for the people he loves and would literally do anything for them. Preston is known to take a bullet, or a spell, for a friend.
Potions is Preston's favorite class. The idea of putting two things together and getting something totally different intrigued him. It was like when you put people with diffferent personalities together. Sometimes fire erupted, sometimes the waterworks were turned on.
Preston certainly has the personality to be in Slytherin. However, he is muggleborn and would be teased and maybe even toruted if he was in Slytherin. The next thing that is closest to Slytherin is Gryffindor. Besides, he is trying to be a good boy.
Character Background/History:When Preston was a baby, and his brother brother was five, his parents, Joseph and Debbie, got into drugs. They eventually got hooked up on them, and started selling a lot of items from their house, to get the drugs. It was not a place for children. His mom would get violent sometimes and his dad was in and out of jail. His parents knew that they should stop taking drugs, but if they did, they'd have withdrawels and shake the whole building. One christmas, his brother told my dad santa is coming, and Preston's father almost cried, because he knew that his sons would get no presents. Christmas day. his brother, Scott, wakes up, runs into his dads room goes "wake up, wake up! its christmas!". Scott goes to the tree that his father stole and he see's nothing. His dad starts saying sorry, and his brother goes into his room. For what it seems like forever to Preston, his older brother is in his room, wrapping things up in paper bags, all his favorite things, and gives a present to Preston. That was the turning moment in their father's life. He stopped doing drugs.
However, they were not as fortunate with their mother. One day, Joseph, his dad, went to the store, and he came back, found his brother screaming out of his lungs, right in the middle of the street. Preston's dad discovered his wife, in my Scott's room absolutely destroying everything, and Scott went out in the middle of the street to run away. Eventually, Joseph took Scott, Preston was too attached to his mother to leave, and they moved out.
Preston's mom moved the two to London, because family was there, including Preston's father. Her drug habits continued, but more secretive, at least that's what she thought. Preston was no longer a baby, he was eleven years old and he knew what his mother was doing. Instead of having to deal with that at his home, Preston spent most of his time wandering the streets of London. On his birthday on a hot and sticky summer day, a strange letter arrived for Preston. It was not just because it was from some place called Hogwarts. It was strange because he never recieved letters. Not even junk mail. After reading the letter many times, Preston decided to go, even if he did not believe it was credible. It was a way for him to get out of his house.
One Sample paragraph:The train had barely left the station and Preston was already sleeping. As soon as the train had slowly came to a stop at the station, he hurred onto the train. He wanted to make sure that he got a good compartment. A good compartment was one that was empty. Preston nearly was crushed beneath the weight of his trunk. He did not have much upper body strengh so when he went to put it in the overhead luggage storage, gravity nearly pushed back on him. The only thing that he did not put in the storage was his calico cat, Pumpkin.
Preston laid on his back across an entire row of seats that could fit three people. His arms were under his head as a makeshift pillow. He had not changed into his school uniform yet. Preston was in no hurry. He usually changed five minutes before arriving at the Hogsmeade station. The robes did not mind Preston, but the tie choked him. His uniform sat on the row of seats opposite the seats that Preston had stretched himself out on. Pumpkin's traveling crate was next to his luggage. However, Pumpkin was laying on Preston's stomach. She moved up and down with every breath that he took. Although it looked like she was sleeping by the way she was curled up, Pumpkin was not sleeping. She was keeping guard of her owner, daring anyone to wake him.
