Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 6:24:54 GMT
--- i wish the tide would take me over ---
COLLIN MICHAEL ACKERLY
name: collin michael ackerly.
age/year: sixteen/sixth.
date of birth: august twenty-fourth.
house/occupation:ravenclaw.
bloodstatus: halfblood.
wands: sycamore with phoenix feather core,ten and three-quarter inches, unyielding.
broom:firebolt.- - - - - - -
height: 5'8''
weight: 143 lbs
general description: he inherited his glossy, dark brown hair from his father that is always well kempt. he must have gotten his striking blue eyes from his mother, which are often complimented. he considers his height 'average' for his age, feeling as though he isn't too short or too tall. he's a little lanky, though, and not very muscular at all. he's always got a smile on his face, unless he's lost in concentration studying. he rarely shows any teeth when he smiles, though.
face claim: logan lerman- - - - - - -
likes:
- being organized
- chocolate
- the smell of parchment
- herbology
- cats
- fruits, especially peaches
- snow
- people being honest
dislikes:
- being tardy
- vegetables, any of them
- bullies
- liars
- things being noisy
- forgetting important things
- getting a bad grade on something
- dogs
[li]honest[/li]
[li]intelligent[/li]
[li]kind[/li]
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weaknesses:
- short-tempered
- forgetful
- passes out at the sight of blood
dementor: he was so young, he must've been only three or four years old. he was on a walk with his mother in london when a dog came barreling off of someone's property. it was clearly enraged and jumped collin, knocking him on the ground and attacked him. though all the teeth and snarling, collin screamed and kicked as hard as he could, but a kind gentleman saw what was happening and threw the dog off of him. his owner, a woman in her early fifties, came out and profusely apologized and promised to sternly punish her awful dog. collin's mother didn't press any charges or ask to have the dog put down. all that mattered was that collin was okay, save for some cuts and scrapes that we far from fatal. from that day forward though, he's been terrified of dogs.
boggart: collin's boggart would be a dog, specifically a german shepherd. that's the same breed of dog that had attacked him in his younger years, so it makes sense that that kind of dog would be his boggart.
mirror of erised:
- become a herbology professor
- to graduate with top n.e.w.t.s
- find true love
amortentia:
- fresh parchment
- burning wood
- chamomile tea
- citrus
veritaserum
- he is extremely hemophobic, and is sometimes known to pass out at the mere sight of blood.
- he once did poorly on a transfiguration test and cried in the bathroom for twenty minutes.
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mother: elisa ackerly, muggle
father: garett ackerly, wizard
siblings: n/a
pets: a male, short-haired siamese cat named princeton.
history: his father's side of the family is definitely a little 'out there'. it's full of relatives that claim to be fine people with strong powers in divination. it's surprising that garett, collin's father wasn't as strange as the rest of his family. his mother's side of the family was very prim and proper, but his mother wasn't. so that's sort of a strong point in their relationship; they were nothing like their families. they lived a comfortable middle class life, and started a family together. they gave birth to a baby boy and named him 'collin', giving him the middle name 'michael' after elisa's father. it was very clear at a young age that collin was starting to possess magical abilities.
he was intelligent already, and when he started in at hogwarts, it was a breeze for him. he was well sorted into ravenclaw. he excelled in all of his classes in his first year, especially herbology. this shone through into his coming years, as he passed classes exceptionally. his best friend at the time was his pet cat, princeton. he wasn't particularly popular, but that's just another reason his grades were so high; he didn't have anyone to get distracted with. but anyhow, he kept pushing forward and wanted to become greatly skilled in his favorite class and interest: herbology. he read whatever book he could get his hands on in the library and often consulted his teacher for information and such when he had free time. it was his specialty, one could say. his next favorite class was divination, because he was pretty skilled in that as well. so skilled in fact that someone spread a rumour that he was potentially a 'seer', whatever that was. it was possible, given the fact that his father's side claimed to be full of skilled people strong in divination. how proud they would be to know a seer was in the family!
in his fifth year, he did outstandingly well on his o.w.l.s. it was clear that he was intelligent, and one of the best in his year. it wouldn't be right to say he was a prodigy, that might be a step too far. but gifted, that was a definite possibility. this is where we join him, in his sixth year. he's ready to take it on, full force. he is currently known for being the whiz kid, but isn't really all that known. he's off the radar, really. as gifted as he is, most people don't take a shine to him and he tries to block it out by making it seem as though they're just another distraction. but, he is prepared to change that this year!
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alias: deacon
age: eighteen
experience: around six years of rp experience, on and off.
sample:
collin sat down with his cat, princeton, on a loveseat tending to some homework. he was getting pretty good headway on it when some rowdy third years had come in. collin would have preferred to be with some like minded peers, but instead he was stuck in the spacious common room with several annoyances. he packed his stuff up and trudged up to his bed so he could work in peace. "honestly," he sighed, setting his stuff down on his bed, "what does a guy have to do to get some peace and quiet around here?" he smiled down at princeton, who hopped up on his bed. collin slowly pet him and felt the soft rhythm of his purring. it was pretty calming. as was the whistling wind just outside the window. it was the perfect white noise for him to concentrate on his work.
he flew through his homework, but ended up getting pretty exhausted. "ah, i could just..." he fluffed his pillow and tiredly pet his cat. the combination of the warmth and rhythmic purring of his cat, mixed with the howling, yet calming wind, lulled him into a deep sleep. after a while, he shot up, not realizing what time it was. his throat felt exceptionally dry, and his cat must have scurried off somewhere. he scratched the back of his head, noticing that he had a bit of a headache. he started flipping through one of his borrowed books from the library to see if there were any spells to get rid of headaches. one thing he knew for sure though, it was late evening because the sun was close to setting. he must have missed out on dinner, and he was a bit put off by that fact, as his stomach was growling. [/div][/blockquote]
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