Post by August Newman on Jan 1, 2013 18:00:44 GMT -8
AUGUST H. NEWMAN
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
BASICS
Full name: August Henry Newman[/color]
Nickname: Auggie[/color]
Age: 28[/color]
Gender: Male[/color]
Membergroup: Ministry Employee[/color]
Blood Status:Half-blood
Play-by:[/color] Jensen Ackles[/color]
MAGICAL BASICS
Wand: Yew, thirteen inches, the core is a phoenix feather. A bit bendy, but otherwise perfect for defensive spells.[/color]
Patronus: German Shepherd[/color]
Mirror of Erised: Alex being alive, and him and Ash and I spending time with our friends and family like we used to, before we started hunting. I want all the rogue werewolves to be dead so we can get back to that.[/color]
Boggart: Seeing Asher torn to shreds.[/color]
PERSONALITY
Strengths: Flying, duelling, defense, killing, anything athletic, minor healing, taming some creatures.[/color]
Weaknesses: Women, booze, his family. History, potions, cooking, having a serious conversation, maintaining a romantic relationship for more than a few weeks.[/color]
Likes: Women, booze, his family. Brooms, Quidditch, dogs, snow, coffee, apple pie, food in general.[/color]
Dislikes: Werewolves, cats, tea, anything vegetarian, the Ministry, paperwork, being bossed around, death, therapy, memories, being bored.[/color]
Overall personality:
I realize some people say I have anger issues, and that I'm generally anti-social and have a huge ego - most of which I have to agree with. But, honestly, you can't do all the things I've done without picking up some bad habits. So, yeah, I have some anger issues. Completely justified, in my opinion - completely inappropriate in my therapist's, but who give a crap what she thinks? I'm not so angry as to, say, slaughter the annoying, bratty teenage son of my hot neighbor while she's at work. I am, however, angry enough to leave him in a body bind for a few hours. Generally these anger issues reveal themselves when I'm duelling or otherwise faced with a situation in which I have to defend myself or someone else.
Anti-social is just a name people use for someone who doesn't care what other people think. I talk to plenty of people - my family, the local bartender, my aforementioned hot neighbor. Just because I don't open up to a lot of people or attend company picnics, does not mean I'm anti-social. As for the ego bit ... in my line of work, it's bound to happen. I spend my days saving defenseless people from horrible creatures. A big ego is the least of my worries.[/color]
Mother: Amethyst Newman (nee Lawrence)[/color]
Father: Archie Newman[/color]
Siblings: Alexander Newman - deceased (would be 30)
Asher Newman - 24[/color]
Other: none[/color]
History: Right, so I'll try to make this short. I was born on June fifth, 1993 to a muggle father and a witch mum. The first few years of my life were pretty uneventful and I don't remember much of them anyway. I had a brother, Alex, who was a couple years older than me. I remember I really liked him. My younger brother, Asher, was born in 1997, shortly after the war started.
With the war going on, my mum thought it was best we left our home in Hogsmeade and spend some time near my dad's childhood home out in the countryside. While it saved us from the numerous attacks on the village, we were vulnerable to other dangers. In early 1998, a couple of werewolves associated with Fenrir Greyback started attacking muggles in the area, trying to recruit more wolves for their pack. My mum, being adept at healing and a decent fighter, heard the screams of the villagers and left us with dad to go help them.
We weren't exactly in the town, but it didn't stop one of the wolves - big and ugly with matted brown fur and large amber eyes - to break into our house. It was probably going after Dad, but it wandered into mine and Alex's room first, and so my fearless seven-year-old brother took a baseball bat to it. The monster was still knawing on him when Mum came in and killed it.
Once the war ended and we were able to move back into the wizarding community, Mum started sending me to a therapist on a weekly basis to deal with what I'd witnessed. I had nightmares about the event for two full years before the therapist helped me to see that there was no need to be afraid of something that was dead and couldn't hurt me. It was then I realized I needed to do something about werewolves.
It took even longer for me to be okay with werewolves in general. Obviously there are a lot of bad ones, but there are some good, too. By the time I turned eleven and started going to Hogwarts, I had my mind completely made up that I would one day join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It certainly gave me some direction during my school days. Not to say that I didn't have my adventures around the castle at night, or that I didn't attend parties - I was a Gryffindor, after all - but I made sure I got my defense and care of magical creatures homework done first.
I had a lot of friends at Hogwarts, too. I was Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a damn good Chaser, so I was quite popular. Despite all this, I always made time for my dorky little brother. Ash looked up to me - still does, I'm sure. I tried to disuade him everytime he said he wanted to join me in the department, but I guess he never listened.
I turned down the chance to play Quidditch professionally after school to go into the Ministry. I may not have been the greatest student, but I got good enough grades to start training with the Werewolf Division. At nineteen I became the youngest member ever to complete training and officially joined the Division. It took Asher all three years of training, but he eventually joined too. We've been a werewolf-hunting team for the past three years.[/color]
ABOUT YOU
Alias/Name: Lizzy[/color]
Timezone: Eastern[/color]
Age: 22[/color]
RP Sample:
It was a beautiful day in September. The sun was shining and there was a little breeze, and it was a day meant to be spent outside, enjoying life. But August was in no mood to enjoy anything but a glass of firewhiskey at his second-favorite pub. Such a shame he hadn't taken his brother's advice and taken an apartment in Hogsmeade, then he would've been just down the road from the Hog's Head and not have to apparate there - something he wasn't about to do since his last splinching incident that still had his left arm in a sling.
As it was, he'd chosen to take a muggle flat in London which left him with the Leaky Cauldron to solve all his drinking needs, which is why he found himself stomping into the nearly-empty pub on the bright morning. He took a seat at the bar and ordered his usual. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh while he waited for his drink to arrive. Not even eleven in the morning and Ash was already driving him to drink. Another stupid fight about work, about how he should take some time off to heal his arm. Auggie shook his head angrily and downed his firewhiskey in one go. He ordered another drink quickly, only barely aware of someone taking the stool beside him.
As it was, he'd chosen to take a muggle flat in London which left him with the Leaky Cauldron to solve all his drinking needs, which is why he found himself stomping into the nearly-empty pub on the bright morning. He took a seat at the bar and ordered his usual. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh while he waited for his drink to arrive. Not even eleven in the morning and Ash was already driving him to drink. Another stupid fight about work, about how he should take some time off to heal his arm. Auggie shook his head angrily and downed his firewhiskey in one go. He ordered another drink quickly, only barely aware of someone taking the stool beside him.
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