Title: POTTER, james
Description: sixteen; sixth ]
Description: sixteen; sixth ]
James Potter - September 22, 2007 01:23 AM (GMT)
James Potter
UNFINISHED
played by: Gaspard Ulliel
- THE PUPPET
nicknames : Prongs although some people do tend to call him Jamsie. He'll likely pummel you if you're not Padfoot.
date of birth : 27 March 1960
house : Gryffindor
age : Sixteen
year : Sixth
wand type : Mahogany, 11 inches, pliable (excellent for transfiguration)
blood line : pureblood
pets : none.
- THE LOOKS
eye color : Hazel.
height&weight : 6'1 & 142 lbs.
played by : Gaspard Ulliel
full appearance :
- There were few people that could take physical characteristics that would look unfitting on almost anyone and put them together to form a male specimen of superior quality. James Potter was one of these few people. Hell, why be modest? He was probably the only one at Hogwarts to do so. There were always blokes with nice eyes but poncy hair. If it wasn’t the hair, it’d be the body. If not the body, then something else. Everyone was always lacking in some way or another. James Potter was not encumbered with this problem.
If you were to wet your hair, then run outside for a broom ride with the speeds matching that of the wind in a hurricane, and then attempted to hang upside down from a tree branch, you might start to get an idea of what James Potter’s hair looked like. The charcoal coloured hair taunted you, making your fingers itch to run through it; making you want to see if it’d ever lie flat. Had Potter not deliberately provoked it every now and then to make sure it never resembled actual hair, he might have even been at the opposite end of some well meant shampooing and other sort of pansy-ish actions from the birds in his house. Of course, since it was James, the hair looked incongruously nice. Figured he’d be the only one to be able to pull off such an odd physical attribute and make it the envy of all the blokes that caught the lusty stares it received from the girls. Random thrusting of the hand through his hair oftened occured in the company of one ginger headed girl and this did not do much to stablize the appearance of his hair. This hand thrusting might be called a nervous habit, if one were to analyze it.
Soft brown eyes, flecked with amber usually worked to the disadvantages of Mister Potter. When you were in a profession of pranking such as his, it did not bear well to have eyes that gave away every thought, every emotion. Why, just the other day, McGonagall caught him with an ink bottle, a balloon and several yards of lace. Had it not been for the ardent sparkle of delinquency in his eyes, he might even have gotten away with the prank. However, there was no such thing as wasteful in his vocabulary and James used his eyes to his advantage every change he got. There was no end to the swindling of chocolate, the escaping detention and the breathy giggles with just a quick beseeching look.
Settled on the bridge of his nose were glasses that only made his eyes look bigger and more persuasive. Though most people shirked away from wearing such things, James did not wear them to look pretty. He was a blind lout without them. His nose ended in a subtle point, hovering over a mouth that was smirking most often than not. It was quite obvious why many of the birds stalked him in hallways even for a glance and Potter did not disappoint. There was nothing wrong with getting his ego stroked once in a while. Or another, very important part of his anatomy stroked for that matter.
Whoever said looks didn't matter obviously hadn't been whacked with nature's pretty stick. James Potter's looks were a very important part of his popularity at Hogwarts. Anyone could learn to become a good Quidditch player. It took more talent to be born a handsome and devilishly sexy git that he was. He’d gotten to be around 6’ by the end of fourth year, making him appear awkward and gangly, with his weight not complying with his new height. However, Quidditch soon remedied that and James now supported a very nice set of distinct abs that he flashed every now and then, walking bare-chested around the Gryffindor common room. His biceps and triceps were quite defined as well, although these had possibly developed because of the horsing around the marauders often engaged in. Merlin knew that for a scrawny ponce, Padfoot sure could be stubborn at admitting that James was obviously superior when it came to looks and intelligence. Anything really.
Even someone like him cannot escape such strict regulations like the uniform. Try as he might, Dumbledore will not consent to muggle clothing within the school, because it is not "traditional." But like someone forced into a situation they don't like, you rebel. Oh, he doesn't walk nude outright in the halls (though the thought has crossed his mind. I mean, come on, everyone is dying to catch a glimpse of his willy anyhow; it's quite impressive, you know), a few alterations have been made to the standard boys uniform. The white shirt, the gold and scarlet striped tie, the black trousers, and the black cloak are all present. However, the tie knot does not rest near the vicinity of his Adam's apple but instead resides loosely on his chest, looking almost... flippant. The shirt almost always happens to escape the confines of his trousers, and hangs out untidily, while his sleeves are pushed to scrunch up around his elbows, and the top couple of buttons undone. The uniform looks almost becoming this way and being supported by James Potter make is all the more tantalising. Though some blokes have attempted the same sort of look, they turn out looking unkempt and very unhygenic.
- THE INSIDES
- quidditch
red headed prefects
treacle tarts
the marauders
rough-housing
hogsmeade visits
pranks
himself
food
looking good (not that this requires any work from him)
sweaters
peppermint imps
taking walks alone after curfew
flying at night
" 1001 ways to antagonize the enemy with juvenile gestures" - by Cassius Barns
- snape
other slytherins
slughorn
the colour green
sharp quills
musty books
magically altered muggle animals
awkward situations
closed windows
cockroach clusters
long boring essays
- quidditch
being able to achieve good marks without trying
pranks
loyalty
patience
wit
- being polite
paying attention
studying
herbology
admitting he's wrong
- Ruffling his hair: Everyone had something they did when they were nervous. Some people bit their nails, other their lip, some played with their clothes and some fidgeted. James Potter ruffled his hair. Oh, you had to pay close attention to notice he only did it when he was uncomfortable or faced with a situation that was potentially nerve-racking. For the past few years, messing with his hair had more to do with making his hair stand on end and grabbing attention. However, as he matured (yes, matured. Somewhat. Probably.) playing with his hair became more of an old habit he turned to for reassurance rather than what it had been used for before.
pumpkin pasties: In the wizarding world, there was no end to the kind of sweets you could obtain. Some of the more popular were the chocolate frogs, the sugar quills and the bertie botts every flavour beans. Some of the less popular ones were of course the cockroach clusters and the pumpkin pasties. Now, that’s not to say that anything was wrong with the latter mentioned sweets. Their popularity was just insignificant when compared to some of the better liked candies. You see, James Potter liked sugar quills and chocolate frogs. He almost never turned one down. But if you were to offer him a pumpkin pasty, you might as well have been telling him that he looked unappealing. James Potter never ate pumpkin pasties. They tasted like pumpkin seeds that had been left out in the sun for a day too long and left an odd aftertaste in your mouth. Only the marauders knew why their best mate abhorred the sweet. They were his comfort food. The only time he ever ate pumpkin pasties was when he was in the worst of moods, when he didn’t feel like talking to anyone, when the weather was too bad to play Quidditch, when his pet owl had died, when the constant rejection by Lily Evans was just too much. That was the only time he ate pumpkin pasties. They were his comfort food.
flying: Unlike what most people thought, flying wasn’t someone James did just because he was good at it. Oh of course, that was a big part of why he flew (because since when has he ever passed up an opportunity to show off?) but it wasn’t the only reason. Flying was sort of like his diary. He never had been good at confiding in inanimate objects and although most of the time, the marauders could help him, once in a while he just needed to be able to clear his mind without having to write it down and without being judged. You could argue; what problems might trouble a marauder anyhow? Weren’t they carefree and had absolutely no idea of responsibility? Wrong. What met the eye and what reality was can be completely different. There usually wasn’t anything huge plaguing James’ mind but occasionally the dangers of his parents profession and the way he never could prove himself to Evans took a toll on him, and even his best mates couldn’t help him. Flying let him leave all his troubles with the earthbound and let him be the sixteen year old bloke he was, even if just for a moment.
- Well you see, James has never happened to come across a boggart and therefore, doesn't actually know for sure what form it would take. It's quite possible that he'd see his parents dead, since they are his only family (besides the marauders) and they happen to be the top aurors in the search for death eaters. It wouldn't exactly be a party if they got captured.
- James has never had much opportunity to try a patronus charm, although sometimes the marauders would conjure them for fun. Being the able wizards they were (him more so than the others of course) it hadn’t been hard to learn the charm. Moony had been especially helpful as he had mastered the charm first and helped them as they tried to conjure a patronus.
Sometimes the memory he uses varies but the most frequent one is from third year. It’d been a Saturday as far as he could recall and because of the unusually warm weather, most of the Hogwarts population had been dotting the grounds. The marauders and James had been occupying the shade under a beech tree close to the lake and somehow, a tussle between him and Padfoot had broken out. They’d ended up in the lake, along with Moony as he tried to stop the fight between them. Although the day had resulted in three very wet and sick blokes, it’s one of Potter’s favourite memories.
overall personality :
- per·son·al·i·ty [pur-suh-nal-i-tee]
the sum total of the physical, mental, emotional, and social characteristics of an individual.
Some personalities were easy to identify. You could meet someone and get a grasp of their character almost all at once. James Potter was not one of these people. His personality was like a cake, you might say. A multi-layered, complex cake.
cock·y [k?k'ç]
Overly self-assertive or self-confident.
By the shimmer of arrogance in his eyes, the swagger in his walk and the elegance with which he held himself, it should be obvious to anyone with even a half functioning brain that James Potter was arrogant even at a first glance. You did not need to know him, his personality, his character, his history; anything. You could tell this much just by looking at him. You couldn’t blame him. He had plenty of reasons to be cocky. Not everyone could handle being one of the best damn Quidditch players Hogwarts had seen in years, intelligent, a ladies man and rich on top of that. James knew he was arrogant and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Now, if he had nothing to be proud of; that was a different matter entirely. The egotistical demeanor even attracted some birds.
stub·born [stuhb-ern]
fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute.
- THE BEGINNING
hometown : Godric's Hollow
mother and father : Harold and Miriam Potter
brothers and sisters : None.
other relatives : A few distant relatives and a couple of great aunts.
overall history :
- THE PUPETEER
contact : marauderxlove@hotmail.com
other? :
roleplay example :
- Such a sunny day usually called for utter laziness and for everyone to make the grounds their temporary home. Most of the Hogwarts population was settled outside near the lake, and those who weren’t were gazing wistfully out of windows, wishing that they weren’t caught up in whatever it was they were reluctantly doing. Of course you would expect the marauders to be lolling about outside if they weren’t cooped up in detention. One James Potter was surprisingly not in detention. Surprising because just last week, him and Padfoot had carried out an elaborate prank that involved various coloured Christmas lights, a batch of dead flobberworms, a tub of glue and some odd looking twigs. If it hadn’t been for Peeves singing;
“Minnie darling’s stomping about
Looking for wee little Gryffies no doubt
She’s got a stick stuck up her arse
The students will find her sympathy sparse”
the two would surely have gotten caught and not be able to enjoy this unusual weather. However, James still was not having an ace time. The marauders were nowhere to be found and as had happened frequently in the past few days, James tended to slip into hellish day dreams about his most recent argument with Evans whenever he was left alone with nothing to distract him. Most of the school students didn’t know what had occurred between the two Head Students. Of course when Lily had agreed to give James a chance back in October, most of them had either suspected a love potion was in play or that he had eroded her mental ability enough that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing and had given in.
Against all odds, she had even begun to enjoy his company. Most of Potter’s ex girlfriends had been outraged. He was willing to commit to her, but where they had been concerned, he couldn’t have been more offhand about breaking up with them. And one such jealous girl decided that no one broke up with her without mourning it.
The mere rustle of papers seemed like nails being dragged across a coarse surface. It wasn’t surprising to find the Library almost bursting at the seams right before Christmas. Most students didn’t fancy carrying work home with them and tried to get it all sorted out before heading off to their respective homes. Here and there, through the dull brown furnishings of the Library, snatches of green, scarlet, yellow and blue could be seen from the colourful scarves adorning the necks of students whose heads were bent feverishly over musty books, quills scratching roughly into the surface of unmarked parchment and the occasional grunt escaping in frustration.
There weren’t many seats available and the ones that weren’t occupied were around surly people that got heated over the slightest movement, or had recently been vacated. The latter was the case with a seat that had only just been left by Lily Evans, across from her boyfriend. Yes, James Potter was in the Library, studying. He was planning to spend the majority of his time with Lily and homework would be a pain in his arse if he didn’t get it done. Lily certainly wouldn’t let him slack off.
The grip on his quill loosened slightly as he took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes blearily. It had been well over two hours since he had taken his chair and started working on his potions essay.
“Is this seat taken?”
He heard the voice from somewhere to his left and shook his head in the general direction of the blurring figure, putting his glasses back on. “Cassidy.” He acknowledged, nodding his head the slightest bit. It was Cassidy, wasn’t it? He was quite sure since he had took her to Hogsmeade only four or so months ago. She slipped into the empty chair, dropping her bag on the floor. James turned back to his essay. While most of the birds he dated became friends with him amicably enough, Cassidy was a stubborn one. They usually didn’t talk anymore unless it was a quick greeting in the hallways.
It had been about a quarter of an hour or so when James felt something brush against his legs. It only seemed practical to assume that someone’s pet cat had escaped and was stalking about the castle, so James paid it no mind. Whatever it was would go away after realizing that James did not have any sort of treat up his trouser leg. However, it did not go away. Instead, it slowly crept up his pant leg and James swung his leg a little, in order to free it from whatever was intent on reaching his knee.
“I never knew you to avoid such attention.”
James glanced up at Cassidy, who was smirking widely at him. Momentarily confused, he blurted out, “What are you talking about?” It became apparent soon enough as Cassidy wiggled her foot about. James jerked his leg away from her, hissing, “What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” It was one thing to carry on like this with a single bloke, but quite another to be doing to someone who already had a girlfriend. As this thought crossed his mind, an expression of surprise settled upon his features. Bloody hell, he was turning into a ruddy prude.
However, he freed himself from her foot and scowled at her. “Keep your feet to yourself, would you Andrews? If you haven’t noticed, I’ve got Lily and I’m not at all interested in playing games under the table with you.” Perhaps it worked to his benefit that he and Cassidy didn’t talk anymore. He certainly didn’t want to deal with this every time they met each other. It probably wouldn’t go over well with Lily either.
“What sort of games? Perhaps something like this?”
James gaped as she outright placed her foot somewhere that was very much private and jerked his chair back, standing up. He stood there for a few moments, contemplating what you said in situations like this. Sirius would know. Or maybe he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t likely back away from a girl who did such outgoing things. Instead, he decided not to respond and gathered his things, stuffing his almost completed essay in his bag, along with his textbook, the ink bottle and his quill. Without a backward glance, he stalked out of the Library, not seeing the triumphant smile on Cassidy’s face.
Sirius Black - September 23, 2007 02:30 AM (GMT)
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Lily Evans - September 23, 2007 02:43 AM (GMT)
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