Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 16:12:56 GMT
--- i ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd ---
CHESTER KENNETH BENNETT
name: chester kenneth bennett
age/year: seventeen / seventh year
date of birth: august fourteen
house/occupation: hufflepuff / student
bloodstatus: muggleborn
wands: 10 ¼". cedar wood. phoenix feather core.
broom: doesn't own one; likes quidditch, but doesn't play.- - - - - - -
height:6' 1"
weight: 175 pounds
general description:what's there to say about chester? medium to dark-blonde hair, blue eyes. thin frame. he doesn't like to go overboard with the latest fashion trends. his uniform is the typical standard uniform that the students get at the top of the year, without any changes whatsoever. (maybe he decides to remove his tie when he's in potions, or another class here and there, but still...) out-of-class style is pretty much laid back. he prefers to wear baggy clothes that feel comfortable. blue jeans, loosely-fitting shirts, hooded sweatshirts, and the worn-out converse sneakers that he's had for a few years now. he prefers dark colors over light colors, and that shows in his clothing choices.
face claim: austin butler- - - - - - -
likes:✽ temperatures around the 70˚f mark
✽ professional ice hockey
✽ his light class schedule
✽ ice cream from his favorite muggle establishment
✽ the short trips to the school's kitchen
✽ doodling in his spare time
✽ the weekends; especially sundays
✽ everything regarding the french language
dislikes:✽ potions (referenced later)
✽ playing quidditch (also referenced later)
✽ when someone decides to write things in chat speak
✽ when there's a heavy downpour
✽ when it's way too hot outside for his liking
✽ pumpkin juice
✽ surprise quizzes
✽ when someone confuses him
strengths:✽ his determination, even though he thinks he'll fail at everything
✽ his kindness towards others, especially in someone's "crisis mode"
✽ his cleanliness; his stuff is neatly packed in his trunk at the foot of his bed
✽ his ability to not get distracted by the females; dating is not a priority
weaknesses:✽ every time he tried his hand at quidditch
✽ has a hard time paying attention in class (he stares everywhere)
✽ he has two left feet, so he doesn't really appreciate the whole aspect of dancing
✽ his time management skills suck; he doesn't leave enough time to get everything done
dementor:when he was just starting his first year at hogwarts, he was involved in a potions accident - his fault - that caused him to go straight to the medical wing. needless to say, spending the night in the wing was just not his cup of tea. his friends still give him hell for it.
boggart:balloons. as a child, the noise of balloons popping freaked him out. his parents reminded everyone about that when birthdays came up. he hasn't been within close range of a balloon since right before he left for hogwarts for the first time.
mirror of erised:✽ to eventually work as chief at st. mungo's
✽ to finally conquer his fear of balloons (not right away, obviously)
✽ to give up all of his muggle possessions, and to settle down into the wizarding world for real
amortentia:✽ mom's homemade chili
✽ the scent of the outdoors while it snows
✽ permanent markers (although that's really not a bright idea)
✽ orange soda
veritaserum✽ he has an obsession with music from the 1980s
✽ he's had a collection of bugs that began when he was ten years old
✽ he sings in the shower, even though he can't sing in tune- - - - - - -
mother: cynthia patricia (white) bennett. forty-five. muggle. computer technician.
father: michael robert bennett. forty-six. muggle. department store manager.
siblings: katherine ------ bennett. fifteen. muggleborn. ravenclaw student. fifth year.
pets: ernest. a barn owl, shared with his sister.
history:chester kenneth bennett. the name is very uncommon - chester. it doesn't mean much (it's latin, but it means nothing), but it was a name that his mother and father came up with out of thin air. he was the first of two children born two years apart via way of cynthia and michael bennett; he was born on the fourteenth day of august. the time of birth really isn't important. the key point in all of this is that he entered the world.
oh, sure - seventeen years ago, you'd make nothing out of his childhood. chester wasn't the smartest kid in his primary school class. he wasn't the dumbest kid, either. his grades were fairly consistent, even with a little distraction (at one point in time, he was placed on medications in order to stop the distractions; he was eventually taken off of the meds right before his thirteenth birthday). his teachers loved his artwork, and even commented that he should be a professional artist when he grew up. all in all, it was one of those basic childhoods. nothing special, nor nothing too dramatic. he made a friend or two here or there, but popularity just wasn't his middle name. chester was sort of happy to not have flocks of people surrounding him at all times - although, to be honest... having "flocks of people" in your tweenage years was unusual.
on his eleventh birthday, chester received the news that would change his life forever. he carried magical blood (surprise, mom and dad!) and would start attending hogwarts in the fall of that year. he was shocked. his parents were shocked. his sister, katherine - then nine - wanted to join him as soon as possible. and you know what the newest recipient of the famous hogwarts letter did? cocked his head to the side and blinked in confusion. i'm a hogwarts student? i didn't think a school like that existed. even if he was confused about the whole thing, he had to prepare himself for the new journey that was ahead of him. sure, diagon alley was a painful adventure - you try getting around there with twice as many kids as your primary school held - but it was interesting to see what the wizarding world was like.
and at king's cross station, he said goodbye to his family and departed to hogwarts for the first of seven times.
life at hogwarts didn't exacly start off on the right foot. he had the first year jitters, as most kids his age had. his jitters were worse, however. he missed class a few times, mainly because he forgot where the classrooms were. (an uncommon rookie mistake when you've done it so many times, yes?) and to make things worse, he had a near tragic accident in potions that his now-best friends will never let him forget. for some reason, he decided to mix the wrong ingredients together... er, they were the right ones at the time, but they were in the wrong order. the potion went all wrong after that, and he ended up near-blowing his head off. he had to miss the rest of his classes for the day, and had to spend time in the hospital wing that night. such an embarrassment.
chester ultimately learned from his mistakes, because that's what true humans do. during the next few years of being a student, he remembered where all of his classrooms were. he didn't accidentally mess up potions. and he made a few friends in his year (mainly in his own hufflepuff house). they were of both genders: male and female. the men, well... they were there to talk about guy stuff. the women were there as support when he needed it, really. there wasn't much to say about them. chester wasn't exactly a ladies' man. at the tender age of thirteen/fourteen, one wasn't exactly a ladies' man to begin with.
in his fifth and sixth years, things went smoother than ever. chester wound up being named a prefect by the professors, thanks to his dedication to the school - yes, even after all of the stuff that happened when he was younger - and his compassion towards others. it was an honor to be named a prefect. he vowed to not abuse his power, going as far as betting on hogsmeade trips (more specifically, the purchases of candy) with his friends in the process. 99.9% of the time, chester wound up winning those bets. on his "off-days", however, well... yeah, you get the picture. his money in the cash registers. he hated when that happened. it was as if he was getting punished for doing something that he shouldn't have done. but it was friendly bets, and who could go wrong?
and now... welcome to the seventh year! still a prefect! still bets going on for sweets! newts... well, those might be tough to swallow. if things pay off, chester's dream is to work in st. mungo's, ultimately working his way up to the head mediwizard. how does that happen? who knows. the possibilities are endless...- - - - - - -
alias: mandy
age: twenty-five (for a few more weeks)
experience: close to eight years, on and off
sample:things were good in chester's life. he was still a prefect at hogwarts (being head boy would have meant more weight on his shoulders; and who would blame a guy like him if he didn't want all of that attention?), and he was getting ready to finish out his schooling with his seventh year. everything was great. being second on the totem pole of students - prefects came before peons - meant more responsibilities, but that ultimately meant that he could push the boundaries just a little bit more. although he did make "friendly bets" with his friends, he knew that breaking any sort of prefect rule meant that he'd be shoved lower on the totem pole. he just didn't want that to happen.
so here he was - sitting at the end of the hufflepuff house table, near the doors. his breakfast was on his plate, and as he ate, he could see students coming in and out. first years, seventh years. it didn't matter. he smiled at those who he was going to help this year, and those who already received his tutoring. he knew those first years were going to need all the help they could get. that castle was huge, and chester knew it. he remembered those times in which he was having such a hard time looking for rooms, and getting scolded for being late because of it. he didn't mean for that to happen! all newcomers have some sort of problems eventually. it wasn't hard to figure that one out. and look where he was now. as a seventh year. for a kid who was too flustered to find the classroom by himself, he sure made a good impression as the years went on.
chester continued to eat his food, watching as more students came in. he noticed a few sixth years in his own house sitting down close to him. "hello there," he said, after he swallowed a piece of waffle. "can't wait for the 'official' start to the year?" that might have sounded a little childish to say, but he meant it well. the sixth years looked back at him; some of them smiled, while some nodded their head. that was good to see. they had to have been excited. they were to have a lighter course load, and that meant more free time. (or that meant having more coursework, but who could blame the professors for trying to push the students?)
before he knew it, it was getting to be late. he had class in a little over an hour, and he wanted to make sure he was there a little bit early.
"sorry for cutting it late," the seventh year proclaimed, finishing up his breakfast and putting a napkin on top of what little was left. "i'm going to have to go. you guys have a great day. if i don't see you later, then i'll see you at some point through the day. enjoy your breakfast." and with that, he swiftly exited out of the great hall and headed off to the common room.