Post by Lucas Matthews on Dec 26, 2012 9:26:32 GMT -8
LUCAS E. MATTHEWS
even the greatest of heroes have their moments of compromise
BASICS
Full name: The name’s Lucas Edwin Matthews. My middle name, eurgh. I hate it. [/color]
Nickname: Most call me “Luke” or “Matthews”. Either one goes. [/color]
Age: I’m 16, going on seventeen – I can hear what you’re singing in your head, that song from The Sound of Music.[/color]
Gender: I thought it was obvious… I’m a guy![/color]
Membergroup: Hufflepuff, and proud![/color]
Blood Status: Well, muggleborn. So yeah, parents were muggles… though, it’s not something I actively hide.
Play-by:[/color][/color] (Jamie Bell)[/color]
MAGICAL BASICS
Wand: It’s 12 inches long. Rather swishy, phoenix tail feather core. It’s cool.[/color]
Patronus: Well, I’ve been trying to perform one of these, but it really isn’t working. Maybe next time… Though, my happiest memory is a hard one… can I come back to it? (a labrador retriever)[/color]
Mirror of Erised: Well, my greatest desire? Happiness. Seeing myself happy, surrounded by friends and family in my old age. It’s a nice picture.[/color]
Boggart: Rejection. Look, all I want to be is accepted. And holy crap, it’s a scary thought to be rejected for who I am. It came in the form of two people running straight at me.[/color]
PERSONALITY
Strengths: Well, I’m an alright leader. I’m a nice person, usually. I’m loyal, and fair, usually, well, most of the time, actually. I’m modest, and sort of practical? This all sounds weird from me… can we please stop? I don’t quite know why I agreed to this. I hate talking about myself. No? Damn. Fine, I’ll continue.[/color]
Weaknesses: I suppose I can be rather disorganized sometimes, my train of thought gets lost far too easily, meaning I’m distractable, I can get offended easily, I have a bit of a short temper… I’m plenty flawed. Also, tight spaces. Hate those. Too scary. Which is why I avoid snogging in broom cupboards at all costs because tight spaces. Snogs are much better when they’re out in the open and not in cupboards. Claustrophobia is its name, I think… yeah, that’s it. Then chocolate cake. I can be bribed with it...[/color]
Likes: Seven? Cheeseburgers, love those, Wizarding candies, food of any sorts, because FOOD. I can’t live without it… Flying is fun, though I hate quidditch… too wild for my tastes. Way too wild. Uh, organization? Yeah, it’s nice shit. Keeps my parents calm and all that stuff. Jokes are cool, though, as long as they’re not offensive. Nonsense humor is my game. Uhm… what else? Friends. I’ve got a few of those, meaning __ McNicholas, ___ Stanley, and ___ Rickett. And Pretoria Zabini. She’s effing awesome. Though none of my mates really…. Are friendly with her like I am. I think Stan-Stan has been trying to get a date with her, and ___ McNicholas and her have some sort of weird rivalry. It’s weird. Blonde vampire hunters. Namely Buffy. My parents loved that show and I inherited their love for it. Wait, did I already say bacon and chocolate cake? No? Well, they're my favorite foods. Turtles happen to be my favorite animals. And waffles. Love those. But wait... they're not animals. Ooh, Prefect patrols are fun as well. Not fun... but enjoyable.[/color]
Dislikes:My mates and their relationships with Pretoria, disgusting food (SEE I DON’T LIKE ALL FOOD), Teen paranomal romance, dragons are scary, tight places, arts and crafts, getting insulted, people challenging my authority, and hamsters.[/color]
Overall personality:
Alright, where should I start? A friend would probably describe me as a random person. I can't explain the way my brain works, it makes all sorts of weird connections. One second, I'm thinking about cows, and the next, my brain makes a weird connection. I go off on the most random of tangents all of the time. They're unavoidable. No matter what, they always seem to happen... see? I'm going off on a tangent about going on tangents! TANGENT-CEPTION! Alright, back on subject... I'm one of those people that can be told nearly anything. People tell me that I'm a nice person, and I'm kinda good at keeping secrets. I'm trustworthy, I suppose. And lots of people say that I'm a great leader.
Though... every hero has their moment of compromise. I'm not exactly the perfect student that people think I am. I flirt sometimes when it really isn't appropriate, and I've actually flirted with a teacher before. It was beyond embarrassing. I'm indecisive and impatient, and have a bit of a temper. Which also makes me a bit hypocritical because I get a bit annoyed when people can't make their mind up, yet I never can. I've got claustrophobia, but that really doesn't make me who I am. That's a simple disability, not a major part of me. In addition, I'm probably a bit too practical. [/color]
color=003366]Mother:[/color] Amanda Carlisle is my mum, she's cool. 48 years old and still going strong, working as a lawyer in Muggle London.[/color]
Father: Tim Matthews the Second. I'm grateful that he didn't name me Tim Matthews the Third. He's an engineer.[/color]
Siblings: None, sorry.[/color]
Other: I have a dog at home by the name of Sir Fredrick Barkington, also known as Freddie. He's an old dog, and a really cuddly thing.[/color]
History: So, you want to learn all about Lucas Edwin Matthews' past, huh? Well. I'll start at the beginning!
So I was born, which was a rather glorious event for my parents. You see, they had trouble conceiving me. Before my arrival, they had two miscarriages - they just wanted a child, and they wondered if the third time was going to be the charm. And luckily for them, it was the charm. They were overjoyed, and pretty much decided against trying for a child again, because as they soon learned, one was enough. I was trouble at a young age. I was a problem child, to say the least. Crying at every bump in the night, not sleeping unless I was in my parents' bed, et cettera... you get the gist of it. I wasn't an easy baby.
I made it until the time I was 4 without any accidental magic. Though, what I did was very slight, and it only really happened when I was alone. Once when I was playing with my trucks, I was absolutely bored, and a bit frustrated with one of them. From what I remember, I somehow made one of the wheels fall of just by simply touching it. It was odd. I just told dad that I'd made it fall off, no big deal, but he was a bit skeptical. He fixed it anyways. More incidents occurred as the years went on. Things I absolutely detested shrank, once I set something on fire, just little mishaps like that. Nothing much.
When I was 11 or so, in June, a guy by the name of Elliot Barker came knocking on our door. He said he was from some school called "Hogwarts" and that I, of all people, was a wizard! My father shut the door on him immediately, but he got inside. He was a funny guy - not only in the sense that he was odd, but he was actually hilarious. He made sarcastic comments about quite a few things and he had me laughing, though I didn't quite know why he came out of all of the professors until later. He, too, was born from muggles. And he's probably still the professor I look up to the most.
So on the train, on that gloomy morning, I sat in a compartment with three other guys. Rickett, Stan-Stan, and Nicky. They seemed nice enough, and despite our differences, we got along beautifully. I was the only muggle-born in the compartment, but they didn't seem to care at all. Even though they could tell, one of them asked me question after question about living with muggles. I answered them to the best of my ability, but i had no idea how a plane flew at that time. Sir Fredrick Barkington, who was still a puppy at the time, was my primary conversation starter.
School went along like school. I tried not to break any rules, unlike Stan, who was a determined prankster, and was he good at it! I always knew it was him, but I had no clue that he was about to pull a prank on me or anyone else unless we actually walked into the prank or if he told us. As for classes, I did well. I focused on school, helping my classmates with stuff that they didn't understand in exchange for help in subjects that weren't my strong suit, for example, Herbology. I've never been good with plants. Never. Whenever I touch one, they shrivel up and die. Well... maybe that's an overeggageration. But I want to invent potions once I get out of Hogwarts. That, or become an auror. Either way, I want to do something with potions or Defense. My best subjects.
I've had a girlfriend before. She was lovely, a Gryffindor girl, and I miss her, really. I went head first for her, but she didn't go the same way for me. It was over in a month, and it was last year. Right before OWLS. I got my head out of the clouds just in time, and I studied my ass off. I got mostly O's, E's and A's, with two fails. They were in History of Magic and Herbology. Who needs them, anyways?
Yeah. Wait! I forgot something! I was made a Prefect last year. None of my dormmates are really fit for the job, and I suppose it was a last resort. I don't need power. I make awful decisions, like giving Stan detentions for pranks. That sort of tore a rift, the first time I did it, but he realized that I kind of have to because I'm a prefect now. Fifth year was the best, though I didn't party, really. I had plenty of snogs, and I found that I really do enjoy romance. And I've gone on countless dates, been in one semi-serious relationship, and yeah. That's about it?
Any questions? [/color]
ABOUT YOU
Alias/Name: Tatoe![/color]
Timezone: GMT -8[/color]
Age: 906 years old[/color]
RP Sample:
and pigs flew
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