James Potter

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Name: k i a r a
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Age: e i g h t e e n
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About the Character- -

Name: James "Prongs" Potter
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Tom Welling

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties:
James has a face, he would like to believe, no one can forget. Whether if it's because of his expression, or his general handsome features, is up for one to decide for themselves. In his younger years, he had a very thin face to match his lanky frame, but over time he seemed to have grown into his age. His face filled out, leaving him with sculpted cheekbones, and a long, lean jawline. He has a high forehead, a trademark of his father's side of the family, but his unruly hair covers it nicely. Sitting high on his nose is a pair of glasses, behind which sit beautifully unique hazel eyes. His eyes, one of his favorite attributes, change nearly as often as his mood does, whether from a caramel brown to a light green.

While during classes he can look quite stern and pensive, whenever he's with friends his thin lips part into a large, cocky grin that illuminates his face. Though his teeth aren't perfect (on more than one occasion has he chipped a tooth on a bad toffee and had it magically fixed), the smile in itself seems to eliminate that fault. He's known for his expressive faces, having never been the type of person to keep his emotions in check. His face will blush a horrible red when he's angry, and he pales considerably every time Lily Evans comes into view. Usually when the latter happens, he pushes his thick, jet-black hair back, as if to fix it's natural messiness. It usually never works; the back portions always seem to stick straight up, much to James' chagrin.


Physique:
As previously stated, James used to have quite the lanky physique. Years of hard Quidditch training and good exercise, however, have changed this. Do not be confused; James is by no means the beefy kind of guy who spends hours upon hours lifting weights and toning himself. In fact, he's quite the opposite; he's lazy and only ever exerts himself if there's a true cause to gain from. He's simply toned by accident, one could say, and only remains so due to the normal teenage metabolism that burns off all the food he inhales... er, eats.

He's a bit on the taller side, but a comfortable height that doesn't bring any ridicule upon him (most days, anyway). He's quick and graceful, whether he's running late to a class, or flying high on a broom. All in all, James is simply average in physique, with only a bit of extra height to bargain with.


Personality:
Perhaps what James may lack in a "gorgeous" physique, he makes up for in the personality department. In fact, James is overflowing with a personality that some can find charming, while many more can find abrasive.

In his youth, he had been quite arrogant--to the point of being insufferable. Over time, however, James had grown to be a bit more... level-headed, and almost modest (with a heavy emphasis on almost). Some might try to attribute this to simply "growing up" or "maturing", but anyone close to James would know that the answer is just two little words: Lily Evans. The girl of James' dreams had become a shock to his personality.

While he will always be the pranking, joking Marauder, James knows when to stop, and will never cross that line again. Instead, he now dedicates his time to telling more appropriate jokes and pulling less over-the-top pranks. He will never, ever completely dedicate himself to his school work, but he understands the responsibilities allotted to him as Head Boy, and has decided to attempt to set a good example for the younger children.

James is loyal, so loyal that it can be seen as both a virtue and a curse. He is trusting of his friends, and never likes to think anything horrible of them. Even when everyone else believed Peter Pettigrew was a waste of time, James became friends and has remained friends with him. He refuses to abandon any of his friends, no matter what. When Remus told James that he was a werewolf, instead of running away as others might, James and his friends became unregistered Animagi so that they could be with Remus during his transformations.

As nice, funny, and loyal James Potter might appear to be, one should never, ever get on his bad side. He holds grudges and contempt for people longer than is healthy. He's had a bitter rivalry with Severus Snape for years, and he does not wish it to change, nor would he change it. Still, underneath all the hateful names called and duels started, James would never wish complete ill of anyone...

Likes:
+ Quidditch, flying, being a chaser...
+ Hanging around with his friends, pulling pranks, cracking jokes...
+ Sneaking around the school, becoming an Animagus, causing trouble...
+ His parents
+ Lily Evans
+ His fellow Marauders
+ Toffee, butterbeer, and chocolate...
+ Nature and just being outside...
+ Breaking rules
+ Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade
+ His invisibility cloak

Dislikes:
– Severus Snape
– Actually, most Slytherin's in general (if not all).
– His hair in his face
– Peas
– Arrogant people
– People who put everything into the purity of one's blood, or who shove their blood-line in other's faces.
– His classes... and homework, obviously.
– Evil, or people addicted to power.
– Work. He's a very lazy person.
– People who try too hard to impress other people.
- Irony.

History:
James Harold Potter was born to David Potter and Rosalind Peverell on a cold March morning. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were older in their years, even by wizarding standards, to be having children. The Healers themselves had remarked that James had been, "their little miracle."

James didn't have a troubling childhood; if anything, he had been spoiled rotten with still enough to share. His parents doted upon him whatever he pleased, and his mother home-schooled her little boy. They were both well-to-do wizards, and so James had been constantly surrounded by magic. Even at a young age in enticed and excited him. When he was in his terrible twos, he had a rather bad habit of stealing his mother's wand and hiding with it; to be frank, James was lucky his parents lived in a mostly wizard-populated area. On more than one occasion had a mysterious, exotic animal appeared in his neighbor's back yard, and their dog had to pay the price.

At age eleven, James received his letter, and to no surprise from his family. In typical Potter fashion, they took James at once to one of his favorite places and bought him everything he would need to make school life a breeze. Quills, ink, books, a cauldron, an owl, a wand, and a better broom all came home with James that day, and only the broom remained behind when he boarded the scarlet train on September 1st. James wasn't the rule-breaker yet; his parents locking it in the closet also helped keep him in line...

Once there, James had been sorted into Gryffindor, where James met his best friends-- Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. It was one of those "instant gratification" sort of things; the moment he met them, something inside just clicked, and they've been inseparable since. His first year was an experience to say the least; not only was he introduced to magic (formally), he was introduced to some enemies, and the prettiest girl in the world.

He came back his second year with an air only fitting for a king, yet a king was exactly what James Potter was not. Deciding to take matters into his own hands (and find a way to impress that Lily Evans), he decided to kick things up a notch when it came to his friends and their deeds. He started causing trouble, and soon earned them a new name: The Marauders. Peeves had nothing on Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Their pranks were undeniably the best, and the price of detentions were well worth the profits they reaped: utter humiliation for the Slytherins, and instant popularity among their house mates (and the ladies).

The next few years had been a breeze for James. He did decently enough in his classes to get by, pulled enough pranks to drive the teachers up the wall, and flirted with as many girls as possible-- but only for the purpose of honing his skills for his one-and-only, of course. There were a few complications-- Remus dropped a bit of a bombshell in second year, but being the loyal person he was, James stuck by him.

For three years they attempted to master something they would never learn about in school, and finally they did just that in their fifth year. The Marauders became unregistered Animagi, and it made James feel invincible. With the help of their new beastly forms, the invisibility cloak his parents had trusted him with before coming to Hogwarts, and the secret passage ways that always seemed to be popping up, James and his friends had no problems sneaking out of the castle to have a little mischief after hours.

Yet still, throughout everything James had done-- pulling the best pranks, becoming an Animagi, and never stopping his one-sided flirting with her-- Lily Evans would not relent in the slightest. For six years James had tried his best to impress her, only to come up dry.

So, in his final year at his second home, James has decided to do something he hadn't done yet.

He's giving up on Lily Evans.


Sample Post:
From you're awful; I L O V E Y O U

He shrugged her off the moment she agreed with him on rounds. Honestly, it wasn't as big of a deal as she was making it out to be, which only feuled his curosity that much more when it came to her reasons for caring. He was actually slightly anxious, waiting to see what she could possibly have to say. What was there left to say, really, other than the simple truth? Either she just loved fucking with him, or there was something more beneath all of this. Truthfully, he didn't like either outcome very much. Either outcome would only proceed to piss him off more. If she was seriously just out here to play mind-games with him, he'd jump on his broom and be gone in the next instant. If she was here to tell him that there was something more that she wanted-- something even so simple as friendship --he'd jump on his broom and be gone in the next instant. Why? Because after seven years of simply wanting to talk to Lily Evans, it seemed rather convenient that the only time she wanted to talk back was when he suddenly wasn't interested anymore. This whole predicament just seemed rather convenient. Did anyone else see the coincidence? Anyone else care to notice that she had decided to befriend him the moment he had moved onto Marlene? Because he couldn't just notice it, he was obsessed with the idea. It seemed to surround him indefinitely, holding him in this awkward limbo between heaven and hell on earth. Right now, she had him pinned between a rock and a hard place, and he couldn't take it any more. He could no longer stand just waiting for Lily freaking Evans to make up her mind. It was his life, right? That meant that he got to decide what would or would not happen, right?

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong-- what the fuck? What the fuck was she on these days? The words pouring out of her mouth stung him worse than anything else in his entire life had. Her words were just solidifying the idea he had spoken of earlier. She really was only here to torture him. He let out a pained little moan, staring at her for a long, hard minute. She was kidding, wasn't she? Was this the time when Regulus Black would pop out of the stands and shout "Got'cha?" This had to be some sort of sick, demented little joke because there was no way in hell that she actually loved him. He gagged a little as the word seemed to come out of nowhere. Love? Love?! He turned away from her, walking a few paces away and stopping, his back still toward her. She didn't love him. She had been telling him for seven years exactly how much she didn't love him. This was... this was some sort of sick game to her, wasn't it? This was just-- oh, God, what the fuck were they doing out here? Like this? His mind was racing with millions of questions, that no one seemed to hold the answers to. He couldn't just go on like this. He needed to end this; he needed to take his life back into his hands. He couldn't leave this up to her anymore. It was his fucking life, he should be the one to make the decisions. His opinions should be the ones that matter. The rest of this? He could do without. God, could he do without all this bullshit right now. Here Lily Evans was, telling him the thing he had been dying to hear for seven years, and he felt sick. He felt so goddamned sick that he just wanted to find Marlene and have her hold him for a little bit. He needed something sane... something tangible... something real to make this all okay again. He needed someone to turn his world right-side up, because he hated the view of it upside-down.

"Fuck you too, Evans," he muttered finally, gripping his broom tighter. His back was still turned to her, and he wasn't quite sure if she could hear him. So, he said it again, louder this time. He had turned to face her, his hazel eyes filled with tears of anger. This was... Ineffable. He couldn't even-- "Fuck you too." He realized, somewhere, far beneath the surface, that he was telling her the polar opposite of what she had just admitted to him. He knew he was being an inconsiderate asshole. A right prick, if we were really going to be frank. Seriously, though, he was hurt. He was so goddamned hurt over this that he couldn't bring himself to care about Lily's feelings. After seven years of her not giving a shit about his, it was only fitting. The hysteria from earlier was bubbling up again, but he refused to laugh. He refused to even smile at her; she didn't deserve it.

"I have waited... Merlin, have I waited so fucking long to hear you say that," he growled impatiently, stalking back so that there wasn't such a large space between them. "Seven years of my life, I waited to hear you say that to me. I waited for you to give me the chance so that I could one day have you say those words to me. I waited and I waited, and I fucking waited for you to say that to me, and you know what, Evans?" There was the laughter, that bitter, angry laughter that he couldn't quite control anymore. "I hear them now, and it-- it makes me sick. Fucking sick." He shook his head, moving away from her again. If he was within grabbing distance, he was within strangling distance. He shook his head again, trying to clear it. "Marlene... Marls..." he paused, trying to think how best to put it, "Marls just... she just... understood, you know? There was none of this... this bullshit. There was none of this," he gestured between the two of them. "She makes me happy, Lily. She makes me so goddamned happy, that I can't-- I won't... No," he said firmly, shaking his head again. "No, no, no, no, no. I won't do this to her, Lily. I can't fucking do this to her. What I feel for Marlene might not ever reach what I thought I felt for you, but... she fucking gave me the chance when I wanted it, Lily. She didn't wait around until I was happy before she came along. She didn't fuck with my life for no reason whatsoever, she fit, dammit. She fits right now, and I-- damn it!" He swore again, nearly tossing his broom across the Pitch. Until he remembered it was in his hand. "Goddamn it, Lily Evans." He growled again, pushing past her. He threw his broom angrily into the shed, slamming the door shut. He picked up his tie and his wand, stopping to take one last long look at her.

"So fuck you, too," he said softly, before he stormed away from the Pitch, his earlier flight forgotten as he left the girl he had worshipped for seven years behind. He left her there, by herself, moments after she confessed her love for him. He gagged again, shifting the tie around his neck, tempted to just tie it in a noose and be done with all this bullshit.

Crazy fucking world.

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And Finally - -

I, KIARA, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

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**Also, this is my original app. -cringes- I just reposted it in the new style to keep things neat for ya'll. (:

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