POTTER, james atticus

JamesAtticus Potter,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : James Atticus Potter
( NICKNAMES ) : Prongs, aquired due to his animagus form, and Jamie, established by his parents and close friends.
( SEX ) : male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : sixteen // the 27th of March, 1960
( YEAR ) : sixth
( HOUSE ) : gryffindor
( CANON? ) : yes
( OCCUPATION ) : student
( AFFILIATION ) : order member
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : 11 inches, Mahogany, Thestral Tail Hair Core, pliable

( LIKES ) :
+his bestfriends: The Marauders
+sneaking out of the castle
+Lily Evans
+pranking the slytherins
+quidditch
+being an animagus
+firewhiskey
+the Forbidden Forest
+dueling.
( DISLIKES ) :
+Snivellus (and most other slytherins)
+Potions Class
+"rules"
+pureblood elitist
+essays
+any boy who lays a hand on Lily Evans, ever.
( STRENGTHS ) :
+flying via broomstick
+transfigurations and the art of the Animagus
+exceptional loyalty
+quite clever
+fabulously dishevelled hair
( WEAKNESSES ) :
+ deep, unrequited infatuation with Evans
+difficulty adapting to becoming an adult
+incredibly secretive
+potion making
+inability to let go of a grudge
( AMORTENTIA ) :
+the smell of the forest ground after a heavy rainfall
+Lilies
+Pumpkin
+Clean Linens
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : The thought of losing his friends or family, without being able to prevent it. He is incredibly loyal and would prefer to take the place of his loved ones in death or pain.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : His best memory is winning his first quidditch match with the Gryffindor team. He felt incredibly lucky to have such loyal friends and team mates, but also to have the support and admiration of his entire house, including one Lillian Evans.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : James' worst "memory" is not what one would think. It is actually a re-occuring nightmare that he faces on a regular basis. All of his family and his friends, being killed in this bloody war, one by one. James is powerless to do anything about it, and has developed a slight case of insomnia in order to avoid the dreams.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : James yearns for true love above all else. He has a wonderful family, fantastic friends, and he needs to be loved as deeply and passionately as he himself loves others.
( PERSONALITY ) : James is known to all for his arrogant personality and complete disregard for rules. On the surface, he delights in mischief and schemeing above all else. Together, he and Sirius create a duo of demise and destruction everywhere they go, and care little about the feelings of those on the butt end of their jokes. Though he is starting to mature after a select few incidents in 5th year, he will never truly grow out of this youthful pranking.

On a deeper note, the person James most often confronts is Severus Snape. He has a distaste for him, and believes he is medelling in the Dark Arts. Prongs doesn't want Lily to be sucked into whatever devious plans he and his Death Eater friends are involved in. His growing passion for Evans is starting to become an all-encompassing emotion that he just cannot shake. Often times he finds himself entering a bit of a depressive state, though he often masks his feelings with smug looks instead.

He believes that his friends are really just the family that you choose for yourself. Sirius, Remus, and Peter are the three people who are constantly urging him forward and making him improve himself, and are supportive of his goals. He is incredibly protective of the trio, and does not tolerate anyone speaking ill of them. James frequently speaks to them of his plans to become an Auror, and fight aganst the Dark Arts. He desires to abolish the "pureblood elitist" state of mind.

( HAIR ) : James loves his unruly, dark hair.It is often stuck up in the back, and he loves to ruffle it and make it appear even more untidy. It hits just by his ears, and he frequently forgets to cut it.
( EYES ) : James has almond-shaped hazel eyes. They most often relay a look of smugness and arrogance to all but his closest friends, though it is quickly becoming a facade to mask his deeper emotions.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : James has a straight nose and a soft face, thin face. His glasses often fall down his nose and have to be pushed up, because he's blind as a bat without them. His cheekbones are only slightly pronounced, and his pale lips are often seen smirking.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : James is quite tall, and though he's a tad on the lanky side, he is fairly muscular due to rigorous quidditch practices. He stands at 6'1, and weighs roughly 165 pounds. He enjoys showing off his toned abdomen and arms by going shirtless during practices.
( ATTIRE ) : Generally speaking, James is in his school uniform. Hoever, his clothes generally look quite disheveled. His shirt is always untucked and only partially buttoned. When not in uniform, James still tends to wear the many button down shirts that his mother picked out, and as when he is in uniform, it is straight and proper. He has recently taken to work dark jeans instead of his usual trousers, he's starting to find them quite comfortable. And his favorite pair of shoes are crisp black chucks, "Converse" is the muggle term.
( PLAY-BY ) : Joseph Morgan

( PARENTS ) : Harold Potter [father, 55, works in the Department of Mystery], Melody Potter [mother, 54, Healer at Saint Mungo's]
( SIBLINGS ) : none, besides Sirius Black, of course.
( OTHERS ) : Distant descendant of Ignotus Peverell
( HISTORY ) : James was born into a most wonderful and loving family. He was an only child, and his parents had him quite late in life. As such, he was raised affectionatly and lavishly, and lived his entire life in great comfort. They lived in an extremley large house in a nice, private wizarding community. James' father, Harold, had even had a quidditch pitch erected in the rear yard of the house. His family lived very well off, though they were by no means snobby. They had pureblood and felt no better than any muggleborn, and as such they were a very tolerant family. Often known for throwing the most fabulous holiday parties, the Potter's were the picture perfect family.

However, James had always yearned for a brother. Though they were never able to have another of their own, the Potter house was frequently inhabited by Sirius, Peter and Remus, and as such James was never lonley. They even went as far as inviting Sirius into their home and treating him like a son. James could not have asked for a better upbringing, and knew how very lucky he was to be raised in such a light environment. Most purebloods were not nearly as kind and generous of people as the Potters.

His happiest days, however, were those he spent at Hogwarts. He loved nothing more than causing chaos with his fellow Marauders, and enjoyed the sense of freedom he gained by becoming an Animagus. Though it was originally to support Remus an his lycanthropy, it truly became an integral part of his life. He loved roaming the night with his closest friends in an almost primevial and nomadic state of being. There were truly no days more satisfying then those he spent with his closest friends.

( ALIAS ) : Hannah
( AGE ) : 21
( EXPERIENCE ) : 5 years, on and off.
( CONTACT INFO ) : e-mail: hannahboss518@gmail.com
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Proboards search.
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :(From A Doctor Who Roleplay)

I was designed to cope with that level of stress and find a way to carry on. I am immortal, and yet I have not yet found my reason to exist. People bond and split up before me every day. I hear clichéd tales of love, faith, happiness and compassion and I find myself burdened by a grim reality. For all the power and knowledge I wield, there is one thing I shall never have: a friend. That is the curse of immortality. The longer you live, the lonelier you will become. And eternity is a very long time to sit through. I am alone, and I will never experience that kind of affection that these common people receive on a regular basis. Love is something everybody always takes for granted until it's taken away from you.

Perhaps that is why they have imprisoned me, and it's not a conventional prison I tell you! No, my prison is infinity. I am confounded to every possibility. Anything and everything is my limit, and what a limit it is. Now, this would of course sound like a very strange thing to consider a prison. After all, with all that raw potential at my fingertips, I could create worlds and initiate wars in less than an hour. I could begin and end my own version of established history whenever I pleased, and I could then go and rip an entire universe apart and create a new, better one from scratch.

The possibilities are endless, but they are the biggest limitations. Because it's all good fun to be the king of your own little world, but it's not so fun when you are only really playing God in a dreamland. In a world that is apart from the world. I cannot touch the world outside my own, and interact with it the same way others do. I exist in a different kind of space. Paradoxically, I wield more power than the leaders of all the nations in the world, yet at the same time I command practically nothing, in the sense that I cannot touch and interact with the tangible, physical world.

Still, living in a world where you can manipulate just about any factor of your environment does have its perks. If I wanted to create a world with purple trees, flying fish and a Monty Python-styled society, then I could. But tear down the barriers of this illusionary reality and you would see my true world: An endless void of bright whiteness, with no up or down. No beginning, no end. Just infinity. This void shrouds me, cushions my mind and allows the chitter-chatter of the people to fade into nothing more than background static, buried behind a barrier of numbers and digits. In here, my dreams are fact; in here my thoughts are free. I recreate myself every day, a new face, voice and personality to suit the mood of the world. I choose my ethnicity, height, vocal tone, size, build and gender on a whim. After all, what kind of an artist would want to find him or herself locked into one body and one personality.