BOYE, jesse harold

JESSE HAROLD BOYE

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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Jesse Harold Boye
( NICKNAMES ) : Jess and Boy (by some of the more disdainful students)
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) : 16, September 10, 1961
( YEAR ) : Fifth year
( HOUSE ) : Gryffindor
( CANON? ) : No
( OCCUPATION ) : Student,
( AFFILIATION ) : Unaffiliated
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Homosexual
( WAND ) : Black Walnut, 8", Antipodean Opaleye heartstring. Flexible. Straight and thin, with the handle carved like the hilt of and elegant rapier.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :

• Newly developing Punk Music
• Cats (though I’m allergic)
• Horses
• Arguing
• Pushing people’s comfort zones
• Making my own clothes
• Vanilla baked goods
• The wind in my hair
• Thunderstorms
• Herbology class
• Bugs (Especially when they crawl over your skin. Gives me shivers!)
• The moon
• Whiskey
  
• Smoking (cigarettes and joints alike)
• Coffee
  

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[li]Disco[/li][li]Nosey people[/li][li]Animal cruelty[/li][li]Curfew[/li][li]People too afraid to step out of line[/li][li]Quitters[/li][li]Uniforms
[/li][li]Losing[/li][li]Fat people[/li]
( STRENGTHS ):
[li]Hard worker
[/li][li]Thinks well under pressure[/li][li]Fast rider (whether it’s a broom or a horse)[/li][li]High Stamina (especially when drinking)[/li][li]Body controlling jinxes (like levicorpus and locomotor mortis)[/li][li]Sharp wit[/li][li]Stupidly brave[/li][li]Great with a sewing machine[/li][li]Drawing and design
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( WEAKNESSES ):
[li]Stubborn[/li][li]Hot men[/li][li]Transfiguration[/li][li]Fake right hip (it hurts when it rains)[/li][li]Selfish[/li][li]A little egotistical[/li][li]Caffeine addiction
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( AMORTENTIA ) :
[li]Sweet grass[/li][li]Vanilla[/li][li]Cow manure[/li][li]Roasting coffee
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( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Two of me, one very obviously a woman, and one a handsome man. They try and talk to me, but I never let that go on for more then a few syllables, so I don’t know what they’re trying to say. It’s terrifying though.

( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : When I got my first horse. I had spent the whole day ridding around the farm, racing the clouds around the lake. Wind in my hair, sun on my face. I felt so free.

( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Falling off my horse during a local competition this summer. Not only did I lose because of it, my horse ended up landing on my hip, shattering it beyond repair.

( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : Owning my father’s farm with a hunky man by my side.

( PERSONALITY ) :
I'm rude. I'll admit it. I'm a Virgo. We're filled with gushy insides- so says my Astrology teacher- we just act tough to hide them all so we don't get hurt. I guess that makes sense. I mean, I've never really been in a stable relationship with someone before, so I'm pretty afraid of shit going wrong. Things can't go wrong though if you don't let people in. I'm self absorbed. I care about myself first before most people. I'm sarcastic. I can be a real asshole when I want to be. I just like fooling with people! It's sooo easy! You asking me something stupid, you deserve a stupid answer! God! I wish the government would let natural selection run it's coarse. I'm crude. I say things for the shock value, because it's the easiest way to buck the system. Once you make it in though all this crap, you're good. I'm tight with my friends and would do nearly anything for them.... with enough persuasion.  I really am a kindhearted guy, you just gotta prove to me that you're deserving of my attention.


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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : My hair's black right now, with a silver streak in the front, but it's really more red when I don't colour it. This changes with my mood though. I’ve had blue hair before, and I’m not afraid to colour it again on a whim. Got it cut real punk too. Shaved out the underneath, left the front long, cut the back myself... mom thinks it's kinda messy. I say it just needs more product.

( EYES ) : I have odd eyes. It's sorta like... if you were to break a kaleidoscope in the mud, mush it around, then let it sit for a while, maybe freeze over through the winter.. you'd be close. Just without all those psychedelic shapes. Broken shards of muddy glass. With the right makeup and clothing, I have been able to manipulate their colour to make them look more green, or more blue, but it’s never prefect.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) : I'm short. I know I'm short. I like being short, so don't bother me about it. besides, 5' 2" is about average for a woman, right? So... technically, I'm not that short. Besides, a wear a lot of platforms to bring me up a little. 5' 5" makes me even more average, right? I've got a heart shaped face, with sharper cheeks and a pointed chin. I'm pretty pale, but i guess that's what comes with the Irish heritage right? Good at holding liquor, and pale. Doesn't help I wear a light concealer. I’m only about 110lbs right now, and I’m fragily thin. I don’t see it when I look in the mirror though. I think I’m ugly and fat.

( ATTIRE ) : Most of my clothes I've made myself, or something I’m constructed out of the old wizards clothes and costumes I’ve found in the attic at home. I wear a lot of old, button up vests, and frilly shirts, paired up with black dress pants if I’m dressing down, or frilly black skirts if I’m feeling pretty. I have two lips rings which a friend at home did for me when we were shit faced. Despite how much they bled and how infected they got, they look pretty good now. Black is my favourite colour, and anything lacy, frilly, velvet, silk or see-through is common with me. I wear dark lipsticks, thick black eyeliner, and dark eyeshadow, usually purples or reds. I usually play the colours up through my wardrobe. Lately I’ve fallen in love with the Sex Pistols, and I’ve been wearing more plaid since then and adjusting my clothes so they’re ripped and safety pined together. I wanna be a punk.

If I’m too tired to care, or back home on the farm, I wear simple jeans and plaid button ups. I don’t like Hogwarts seeing me like this though.

( PLAY-BY ) : Lawrence-draw

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
Harold Boye, 51, Muggle, rancher.
Betty Boye, 40, Pureblood, Ex potions expert at Saint Mungos, now full time house wife.

( SIBLINGS ) : None

( OTHERS ) :
Wilhelm Green, 76, Grandpa, pureblood, retired entertainer.
Vinici Green, 80, Grandma, pureblood, retired entertainer.

( HISTORY ) :
Jesse Harold Boye. Named for my father, and my father’s father, and his father before that. I was lucky my mom put her foot down and stomped the chain flat with her heavy-footed determination or else I would have been Harold Boye Jr. So Hillbilly, am I right? But that’s Harold Sr for you. Born and raise on a cattle farm, my dad is a strong headed individual and isn’t very good at excepting the strange and unusual. It’s a wonder him and my mother ever got married!

My mom’s a sweet woman. One of those good old-fashioned women who stay home to clean and look after the kids, giving up a future career in magical medicines to blow noses and iron dungarees. She enjoys needle point in her free time, and is known throughout our small community for having some of the most splendid garden parties. She’s also associated with me, who she strongly supports, even around all her highbrow friends. She may be Catholic, but she describes herself as an advocate of freedom, saying, “It’s the freedom of this great country that lets me practice my religion, and it’s that same freedom they step on when they tell you who to love”. She really is my hero. I wish more people in Widlington saw it that way.

Let me explain myself a little better.

My name Is Jesse Boye, and I am a crossdressing gay from a small, hick town in Ireland.

First off, I’m not a faggot, I’m a homosexual. Look it up. Second of all, just because I wanna wear a dress, doesn’t mean I want tits. I’m a Genderqueer, a cross-dresser, a drag queen, but I’m no transvestite. I was born a boy, and I wouldn’t want to be anything else. I don’t want breasts, never. But that doesn’t mean I can’t wear a dress now and then. I like feeling pretty, so I die my hair black, slather on some make-up, and put on a little lace and frills. Not a big thing.

I grew up on my dad’s ranch in the Irish countryside and learned the importance of hard work from a young age. I’ve always helped out around the farm, and am a lot stronger than I look because of it. It was here that I learned how to ride a horse. And it was in the fields that my grandfather taught me how to ride a broom. Growing up here was probably the best thing a child could ask for. I was taught to be independent, strong, brave, and kind while working and playing around the acres of greens.

I was told since as far back as I can remember that I was a wizard. I thought it was so cool that I was going to be able to do thinks my father couldn’t (we don’t always get along, him and I). Besides flying a broom, I didn't really have anything magical show up in me till I was about seven, when I accidentally exploded a quaffle my grandfather and I were tossing around, singing off my eyebrows in the process. Who knew that seven years later I'd be shaving them off for fun. I wasn't surprised when I got my Hogwart's letter at Eleven. I knew I was going there. I was a little surprised when I was sorted into gryffindor though. I was sure I was gonna get Hufflepuff, cause let's be honest, that's where all the freaks are put.

This summer was a shaky experience though. During a riding competition with some local kids, my horse was spooked by some asshole, and I was tossed from her. I landed on the hard soil, and busted my collar bone, and was then landed on and kicked by my girl, fracturing a humerus, breaking two ribs, and a shattering my hip bone. It was embarrassing and extremely aggravating, and I had tried to get up off the ground, only to find I couldn’t walk. The kids got my mother and she got my to Saint Mungos. They fixed me up pretty good, but after multiple potions, my hip wasn't growing back properly. I had to be given an artificial one. After being bedridden all summer, I’m finally walking again, though it is with a limp.

Now things are good though. Getting ahead in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and pretty strong in Divination, I mean, All you gotta do is make you some cock-and-bull story about stars and someone you know and you're passing with Os. Not been so good with Transfiguration... or history, but hey when will I ever need that crap?

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Sheep
( AGE ) : 21
( EXPERIENCE ) : lots
( CONTACT INFO ) : pm Edwin Muler
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : EARTH! FIRE! WIND! WATER! HEART! All of your powers combined, I am CAPTAIN PLANET!!
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Eddie Muler stood on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest and surveyed the area covered in a fresh, light snow. Today, he had announced to Benji this morning, was now or never! A few more days of snow like this and all the frogs would go into hibernation and they wouldn't be able to catch the little man a frog till next year! The had risen early, and built the frog a terrarium out of a few transfigured text books no one would miss. Eddie had left the boy after this, having to drug up and get his outfit picked out for their epic adventure. Now, charmed to the tooth in protective anti mud spells (he had learned the importance of these from past trips into the wood) Eddie was ready for anything!

He was dressed rather warmly for this little of snow, but having been born in Arizona, he was a wimp when it came to the cold. His grey pea-coat was buttoned up tight, his school scarf was wrapped around his neck a few times and hung down his back, and his trilby hat sat atop his tight mess of curls. The only part of him that wasn't covered besides his face where his hands, which he continued to blow into to keep them warm. He was going to need his grabbers to catch the slippery little devils in the marsh, so he had figured that gloves would just hinder him. His wand was tucked behind his left ear for quick access, though he was sure he wasn't going to need it today. Besides that, he had brought nothing with him. He didn't want to be burdened with a bag- things were going to be hard enough without it.

"Come on Ben..." Eddie shivered, hopping about on the balls of his feet to stay warm,cigarette hanging shamefully from his lips, "Get out here already!" He was anxious to get started and get his blood flowing. He was excited to spend time with his friend today. He hadn't had a lot of time outside of class to hang with him as of late and they had some catching up to do.  They had a lot to talk about.

Moving to catch a spot of sunlight and billow out a puff of smoke, Eddie thought he could just make out the shape of two people bounding down the hills towards the forest and Eddie gave out a yell of excitment and waved to the two. One was Definitely Benji. The other a girl with long blond hair. It took him a moment to realize that the girl must have been Ezra Winchester! A great girl, with a contagious energy and a great batting swing! "Excellent!" the boy cupped his hands to his face and yelled out to them. The more the merrier, as far as Eddie was concerned, and he hadn't seen Ezzie since the party, so hanging out with the two Ravers really was killing two birds with one stone.

"Hurry up! These frogs wont catch themselves!" He laughed, putting his cigarette back in between his lips for another puff, "Hustle!"

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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