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O'ROURKE, Benjamin, M. }}
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[SIZE=5]character b a s i c s Full Name: Benjamin Matthew O’Rourke Nickname: Ben Age & Birthdate: 11 / November 13 Blood Status: Muggle-born Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Alliance: Neutral Canon or Original: Original Preferred House: Hufflepuff Eyes: Grey, though they have a tint of both green and blue Hair: Strawberry blond Height & Weight: 5’2; 105 lbs Body Type: Tall, gangly Notable Traits: The thing that people most often notice about Ben at first glance is that his strawberry blond hair sticks almost straight up, making his face look smaller than it is in addition to making him look like he just stuck his finger into an electrical socket (a power source, for all of the witches and wizards out there). Brief Description of Appearance:Though tall for his own age, Ben might not appear to be so large to some of the older students of Hogwarts, for he is a mere eleven years old, making him a first year at the magical school. He has a tall, gangly body that makes him seem entirely out of proportion, although this may also be due to his overlarge ears. These ears protrude greatly from his head, making him look remarkably like an elephant. However, it might even be because of his enormous feet, which can so closely resemble flippers. His face is thin, and a long nose takes up most of the center of it. He has a very pale complexion, though his nose and cheeks are splattered with an array of freckles, which seem to get even more numerous during the summer. His hair, which is a light strawberry blond, is between two and three inches in length. It can, more often than not, be seen sticking almost straight up from the top of his head, making him look remarkably like he just blew something up. Ben’s eyes are a pale gray, though in different lighting, they can appear to have either a blue or green tinge to them. He is one to often trip over his own feet, because of their size, but he is almost always seen with an enormous grin spread across his young features. Played By: None Likes: People; everything to do with magic; practical lessons/exams; Quidditch (known to him as "Kwiddige"); magical creatures; Transfiguration; his father Dislikes: Written homework/lessons/exams; when the school ghosts pop up out of nowhere; potatoes; people who poke fun at his friends; his Nana Strengths: Transfiguration, Potions Weaknesses: Defense Against the Dark Arts, talking to his grandmother Boggart: His Nana Patronus: Hare Brief Description of Personality:Ben is most certainly an interesting character. He's always bright, cheery and friendly, though sometimes he can get easily overexcited about simple things that have to do with magic, for he grew up in a Muggle family and never knew about such things until this year. Some of even the easiest and less-impressive magic awes him, and he doesn't hesitate to ogle openly as older students preform higher forms of magic than he has yet learned. He's never been great at Defense Against the Dark Arts, for he can never seem to quite get used to the defensive spells and the concentration needed in the course in order to succeed at it. He is, however, rather gifted at Transfiguration, which he thinks, by far, is the most fascinating. In the Muggle-world, he was never able to transform one thing into another, and being able to do this in the wizarding world is beyond his comprehension, though he loves it. He despises written work, because he feels that it restricts his ability to fully express himself, and much prefers actually putting the theory of spells and such to situations in real-life. He finds magical creatures to be endlessly fascinating and can't want until his third year, when he'll finally be able to take a course in it. Hometown: Kenmare, Ireland Family:Father: Matthew O’Rourke Mother: Ellen Donovan (divorced -- no longer in contact) Paternal Grandmother: Eileen O’Rourke [aka "Nana"] Brief Description of History:Ben was born in the large farming town of Kenmare, Ireland, an only child of Ellen and Matthew O'Rourke. Each of his parents had grown up within strictly Irish families, both of which had, coincidentally, farmed potatoes. Ben's parents continued on this lifelong tradition, and ever since he was a young boy, he has despised the potato. Everything about it disgusts him: the fact that it's grown underground, how it can grow eyes; how you can eat it any way you like (boiled, broiled, mashed, or baked); and most of all, the taste. Growing up with his Irish family, Ben has had enough of this potato growing-, farming-, harvesting- and eating-lifestyle to last him a lifetime. So when a professor from a school called Hogwarts came to the O'Rourke's little family cottage on the outskirts of Kenmare, Ben couldn't believe it when they told him that he was a wizard. However, neither could his mother, and she, refusing to believe such utter nonsense when both her husband and son did, left them for good, saying that Kenmare was going to the dogs if her son was going to learn magic tricks rather than completing his normal Muggle education. Since then, she has divorced her husband, refusing to talk to either of them until they stop believing in this rubbish. However, Ben's grandmother soon became disabled, and she came to live with them in their farming cottage. She has never liked her grandson, nor her own son, for that matter, and is the real head of the household, rather than Ben's own father. She is often grumpy and irritable, and won't hesitate to whack either or son or her grandson about the shins with her walking stick when she gets angry with them. Roleplay Sample: | QUOTE |
Steadily darkening skies bode ill for the small town of Andria. Though after a long drought, the area badly needed the rain. The grass was yellowed and dead, parched from the lack of water. Browned leaves ripped off the trees in what seemed to be a small gale. The sun, which would have been a little past its zenith in the sky, was hardly visible except for a small patch in the sky that was slightly lighter than the others, though it would take the sharpest of eyes to catch the difference. Over Thomas Jefferson High, it was not much different.
The grounds appeared to be deserted, the fierce winds blowing various bottles and plastic bags about, trash obviously left behind by some careless students during a free lunch hour. The wind seemed to be blowing from all directions, whipping a long black scarf up into the air. The boy to which it belonged quickly reached up a hand and yanked it back down around his neck, stuffing his bare hands hurriedly back into his black overcoat's pockets. He was of a medium height, standing just a few inches short of six feet tall. His short brown hair blew about roughly in the gale, tossing this way and that. He appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen, although he had a young, jaunty boyish face. He walked quickly along the sidewalk that ran adjacent to the school, his shoulders hunched and head down. Chancing a quick glance ahead of him, Geoffrey Hayes moved into a slightly faster, half-walk, half-jog step as the third, and more popular of the school's buildings came into view as he rounded a corner.
His pale blue eyes passed over the familiar maroon block letters that spelled out "Springbank" over the entrance before he disappeared beneath the concrete overhang. Extracting his hand from the warm confines of his outer layer, he pulled open the similarly colored dark red door and hurried inside. Almost immediately, his scarf ceased its struggles to escape his neck, and lay limply over his shoulder. He paused, loosening the buttons on his jacket and shaking out his light brown hair until it fell back into place. With this, he continued down the long corridor, which sloped downward as he hurried along the passage, which was lined with tall lockers and tiled walls. His sneakers made a rhythmic sound on the linoleum, which was all that could be heard within the school at this time on a Saturday morning.
Turning a corner, however, his ears caught the murmuring and rare bout of jovial laughter down the hall. Moving once more into the half-step with a little jump forward every few strides, he continued down the hallway. His heart beat a little faster in anticipation as he reached the closed door. But something made him stop, with his hand still outreached towards the handle. He had never acted before in his life, aside from those two classes during middle school. What the hell made him think that he could possibly get into a prestigious play like Macbeth? His hand dropped a fraction of an inch. Yeah, sure. He thought that he was good enough….but would they?
He shook his head vigorously, ridding himself of these thoughts. He would be wondering for the rest of his life what would’ve, could’ve, should’ve happened if he failed to do this. What would be the worst that could happen? He wouldn’t get the part. Well…there was always next year, wasn’t there? With this, Geoff took a deep breath and pushed open the door. With no next thought of whether the door’s invitation summoned him to heaven…or to hell. |
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| QUOTE | The cold weather had fallen upon Marisen like a blanket, stifling almost all sounds aside from the rare call of a Lightning elemental high above. The skies were hardly any other color than gray in this dreary season, and yet there was an almost calming, playful mood that erupted once it had started to snow. The Bedivere Lake had frozen solid, and though the river of the same name still flowed freely, chunks of ice and snow could be seen floating along with the current.
Sitting on crest of a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply admiring the view was an older man of about his mid-fifties or so. His face was calm and content, for it was here that he felt most at home and comfortable with the world, despite the near-freezing temperatures. His knees were pulled up to his chest, his traveling cloak wrapped tightly around himself. He pulled out his hands from his pockets and blew on them before rubbing them together roughly, trying to get some of the warmth back in them. He glanced sideways at his armoured bear Bonded, Ilaria, who was sniffing at the lake's edge, tentatively placing a titanic, chain-mailed paw upon the ice.
I would'n do tha' if'n I were yeh Briam growled, though a slight grin played across his wizened features. She jerked her paw back awkwardly as if the ice had stung her, and padded back toward him, with almost a half-glance over her shoulder back at the frozen water. Making a u-turn, she made herself parallel to her human companion and sat upon her haunches, looking rather dog-like as she did so. She let out a soft whuff of air and imitated her partner, staring out across the lake silently, her blue eyes seeming to stare at nothing in particular, but something that no one could see but herself.
They sat like that for a few long minutes, enjoying the clear day and each other's company, each in their own thoughts. Then, suddenly, Ilaria snorted and made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a sneeze, but which Briam knew to be laughter. He looked over at her, grinning inquisitively. What're yeh goin' on about?
She wheezed in comic laughter, her head bowing back and forth. I was just remembering when I was a cub... She broke out into another fit of bear-ish giggles again. And you mistook that stupid mountain goat for me. She rolled over jovially in the snow, her eyes squinted shut and her nostrils flaring wildly due to the excessive snorting that was erupting from them.
The grin vanished from the older man's face almost immediately, and he said rather indignantly, Well! Yeh were about tha' size a' the time! Wasn't my faul'!
She rolled over and over in glee, The look on your face! Priceless! Briam scowled and looked away. Of course he remembered. He had just wanted to forget the incident, not --
Wha's tha'? he said suddenly, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to see across the lake. He had just spotted something moving on the other side, but his failing eyesight neglected to reveal what. The female bear stopped her laughter and rolled herself over, rising to stand on her hind legs in curiosity. She squinted her own gaze, and then dropped down to all fours once more, her armoured plates scraping gently across one another where they overlapped.
It's a man, she replied, still looking out across at the figures. A man and his Bonded, it looks like. She looked pointedly at Briam, who waved his hand and turned away.
No Ilaria, I've had enough of society to last me a lifetime.
Come oon! You know you wanna... she said playfully, and indeed, she lowered her front legs to the ground, her rear end sticking up in the air and waggled it.
No! Ilaria! he yelled out, knowing what this playful attitude meant, but his hoarse shouts were ignored completely by the huge bear, who lumbered towards him surprisingly fast, and lowered her head as she charged at Briam. He was launched over her neck and he grappled at her armoured plating instinctively, trying to regain his balance. Once sure that he was secure, she took off for the other end of the small lake in a jerky, loping motion.
She kicked up snow behind her, and the chain mail that dangled from her chest and legs jingled. The senior was beginning to feel his lunch when his Bonded partner slowed to a halt, and he slid off her back, his legs shaking beneath him. The ruddy hell... he swore under his breath, shaking his head before looking up at the man and his panther Bonded that now stood before him.
Er...'lo there, he muttered awkwardly. He hadn't planned on speaking to anybody for at least another few weeks, but Ilaria had ruined this for him now.[/blockquote]</span> |
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