Post by everettlinwood on Jun 20, 2010 23:48:56 GMT -5
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Name: Britt
Gender: F
Age: 18
E-mail: wow.wow09@hotmail.com
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Years of RPG Experience: likeeee 5?
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What about ISS inspired you to join? The activeness and the admins and members seem very enthusiastic and enjoyable ^^
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Name: Ansel Everett Linwood
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Andrew Cooper
Canon or Original? Original
Facial Properties: Who would have ever thought that big ears and a big nose could ever work on a person? None. However, it seems to fit Mr. Linwood quite nicely-however noticeable they may be. As a juvenile teen, Everett was quite possibly the most awkward child that had ever lived. Scrawny, small headed, but with ears and a nose that seemed to have engulfed him entirely. Everett however, obviously, grew out of that phrase and developed into a strapping, proportional, young man. Nevertheless, Everett becomes increasingly insecure from time to time about this little issue. He hates to admit it, and never would (because, once again, he has to be taken seriously), but it becomes obvious to people who know what insecurity looks like, per-say... everyone?
It would be no surprise to anyone that Eleanor and Everett came out with brown colored hair. Everett's tends to be on the darker side, even in the warmer months of the year. Due to his little, well actually big, ear problem, Everett prefers for his hair to be longer. Cutting it tends to bring out his ears in a most unflattering sense. Possibly the warmest attribute on Everett are his blue-grey colored eyes. However, Everett would never let a person get past the stern look that he wears 21/7 to notice them anyhow. Poor Everett, his eyes may be too pretty for anyone to take him seriously. What. A. Tragedy.
Physique: Standing at exactly 6’ 0’’, Everett is somewhat average, if anything perhaps more on the tall side of the bar. And he cannot stress the fact that he is entirely proportional. Being more muggle than perhaps anything else, Everett has no doubt an interest in muggle sports. Don’t get him wrong, quidditch is an entirely challenging concept to him. And what more fun to male than something challenging and competitive? (Be it known, this is Everett’s philosophy in just about every area in life). However, muggle sports have a sort of tradition to him that he’s close to. Once again, average enters into the equation when discussing build. True, he is bigger than some and Everett may enjoy sports, and excel in some, but his build is average when in proportion to his weight. And even if Hogwarts did have body building equipment on access, would Everett use it to increase his size? More than likely not.
Once again, as previously stated perhaps, Everett was raised muggle. Majority of the time if nothing else. His clothing, therefore, reflects that. In accordance to his personality, his clothing reflects the seriousness he tries to pull off. No doubt the weekdays are scheduled with the school uniform, most of which Everett always leaves on until it is time for him sleep. Everett is a preppy breed of sorts. More classic, perhaps, more than preppy. He has the need to keep things simple. However, no, not a minimalist. Everett knows his style and what he likes, and he takes great caution on how he looks.
Wand Type: Cherry Oak wood, 13 inches, Dragon Heart String.
Wand Expertise: Charms. Everett finds them amusing and effortless. For someone who has had poor luck in school, charms class was the one thing that Everett could seem to do right.
Patronus: A hawk. Everett is more of an observer than he is driven by impulse. Everett prefers to observe the situation, and then act once he’s sure of himself.
Boggart: Commitment. If Everett were to appear in front of a boggart, naturally it would not, as it could not, produce the form of ‘commitment’. Normally, if Everett is faced with the confrontation of his feelings, a girl will, whoever happens to be the recent reminder of his “feelings”. Everett doesn’t have commitment issues, he just has issues with being attached to the wrong person. Call him a romantic, if you must..
Personality: Too uptight for an eighteen year old you say? Everett wouldn’t deny it, he knows that he may be. But also knows that this is one way to earn respect. Hardly uptight though, would be the opinion of some of his colleagues. He has appearances to keep up, though, mind thee. Behind any facade, Everett wants, and will be, taken seriously. He is about as cuddly as a scorpion in public. And actually, majority of the time out of the public. Don’t hug him, in fact, any physical contact other than a handshake may be overboard in his opinion. In the comfort of the common room lair, Everett can finally shed his skin without having to worry about any such people harassing him, some of the time. Now that he is a seventh year, Everett has learned to loosen up a bit. Mind you, this social behavior is not to be mistaken for shyness. Ever. Everett knows how to be outgoing, if he would dare call it that, and he knows how to carry on a conversation, if he should ever want to.
Everett is honest, maybe brutally so. He doesn’t like to candy coat the truth, nor will he. No matter if you are friend of foe. And he expects nothing less from anyone else. Everett will treat you how he would want to be treated unless he has a reason to do so otherwise. He won’t touch you, so you don’t touch him. He won’t talk to you so don’t talk to him. It’s simple. Really. If Everett has the inkling to strike up a conversation, guarantee it to be for his own benefit. Now, painting Everett in such a harsh light is not the objective. If Everett hears a voice directing it’s call to him, he’ll answer, if he’s wanting to be polite. It’s always a mood game with Everett. Never in a happy, carefree mood, but it’s a good day when you don’t get him in a bad mood.
Of course there are people who don’t like Everett’s cold nature, or just Everett in general. Everett does not mind, he’ll be diplomatic about the situation. Everyone is allowed there own opinion. He’ll laugh it you ever mentioned this to his face though for why should he care? Once Everett does not take a person seriously, he never will. Don’t lose something before you ever have it. This may be why it is so hard to find a girl who does not drive him up the wall (and vise versa). And is attractive.
Everett likes to uphold himself on a pedestal. He wants to think of himself more mature then most of the students at Hogwarts. If you would like to debate with Everett, or argue, be his guest. Go on ahead. Only in rare instances will he resort to actual name calling and petty jabs. Once again though, Everett would rather not resort to that because there is a greater gap for mistakes. Debates are for the intellectual (if Everett could ever call himself that) disagreements. Instead, he would rather take it out in a more labor intensive route. Mature or Immature, he is still a male and fighting is for the real disagreements, right?
Mr. Linwood has another prideful area in his life. His metis, or cunning. It’s not so much intelligence, more than it is cleverness. Never, ever would he admit to anyone that he needs remedial help in a subject. Unfortunately, Everett was not blessed with the gift of smarts. Eleanor won that gene battle, it’s true. It’s not a case of not trying. Everett won’t appear to be stupid for the life of him, but he has a need for extra help outside the classroom. He’s a studier by nature, luckily for him, and it’s no secret that before a big test Everett will, with accountability at all times, be found studying in the library. It is said that if you are fortunate enough to be in Everett’s circle of friends, then you can always find a spot in the library because everyone else is too intimidated to sit by him. Therefore, he usually has an entire section to himself.
A true debater Everett is, or tries to be, and always has been. He’ll argue your head off just to prove his point-and that he’s right (even if he isn’t). So, maybe not so much a debater as just irritating to most. It’s an instinct. He wants everyone to see his side. Everett isn’t interested in winning someone over, but rather understanding his point of view. Doesn’t that just a cliche? The poor misunderstood boy just wants to be understood? Everett would never pay mind to you if you treated him like that. He has a sense of maturity about him, and thinks that teenage angst is for kids who want attention. However, has Everett actually ever been in a position where he could have experienced angst? No. Nor would he care to put himself in such a position.
However, don’t read him wrong. Everett is like any teenage boy at his age-when it comes to girls. Almost. He’ll talk, joke, jab about any girl in any inappropriate way that would make any girl want to sacrifice him. Behind closed doors of course. He has to be mature and intimidating around people, remember? And yes, this may not be the most respectful of things to do to a girl-even if she does not know. But, Everett can’t take them seriously, therefore he has to ask himself if they really even deserve respect in the first place. When this thought enters Everett’s brain, he has to remind himself that while some girls may be ditzy and silly, there are some girls, somewhere out there, wherever where, who do deserve respect.
However, when in confrontation with a female, Everett doesn’t know what to do with them. They’re so.... girly. And bubbly, and outrageous. He wouldn’t know where to begin if he had to choose a girl to be with let alone for the rest of his life. The only reason he gets along with Eleanor is because he has known her for 15 years. Naturally, Mother Linwood is dying for him to mention a girl’s name just once in a romantic, not aloof way. It would seem, yes, because he has taken himself so seriously all these years that Everett cannot bear to see himself in a relationship. Everett has had his fair share of.... experience... Nonetheless, but never has he been in an actual, semi-functional, long term relationship.
Likes:
+ Reading, normally.
+ Honesty
+ Attractive girls
+ Wit, cleverness
+ Almonds
+ Neatness, tidiness
+ Warm fires
+ Family
+ London
+ Quidditch
Dislikes:
– Most girls
– Immaturity
– Not being respected
– School, most subjects
– Cold weather
– Sweets
– Being attached, commitment
– Rules, boundaries
– Love stories
– Pity, in any sense
History: Perhaps Everett wasn’t loved as much as he should have been as a child. If his father had been attentive, perhaps Everett wouldn’t be how he is. The way Everett comes off one would think his parents were stereotyped. Mother, the classic socialite who is trying to relive her glory days through her privileged and posh daughter. And Father, who can never seem to have a grip on life, has overworked himself and has never been known as a father to his children. He can tell the psych in everyone must be deliberating that as he walks down the hall. But, rather, in fact, Everett had a relatively normal childhood. Relatively wealthy, upper class, city boy are all describable adjectives.
The city of London fit Eleanor and Everett well they think. Mr. Linwood could never see himself leaving the city where he had enjoyed so much as a child. Richard Linwood grew in a typical middle class, suburban home. His father owned his own grocery store and that was the means of supporting the family. The Linwoods got along quite nicely. Never were there any wants or needs or have-withouts. However, the senior Mr. Linwood wanted more for his son, which seems to be the theme for every parent is it not? Once Richard graduated from college, his father pushed into further schooling. Richard, however, did not mind the pushing. He accepted the challenge of school gladly. This is something that Everett did not stand to inherit. Eleanor, rather, got these good graces. Being a fan of politics and history, Richard Linwood chose law school and thus set out on his journey.
Mrs. Linwood has a rather different story. She is of no muggle blood. Magic runs through her veins through and through. Whether she is a pure blood, her family does not know. However, if they were pure blood would that not be something of proportion to keep track of? Nevertheless, her family had no concern for blood politics. They were content with their own fortune, never anybody else’s. When Evelyn did get her letter at the age of eleven, she was sorted into the agreeable house of Ravenclaw. Once more, Evelyn’s family was never stuck on one house in particular. She came from a variety of backgrounds with a variety of houses (for those that actually attended Hogwarts). Evelyn graduated in no particular outrageous fashion and went on to a job in the ministry. The moment she met the dashing young lawyer was pure coincidence. Coincidence for those who do not believe that things happen for a reason that is. Richard saw the twenty year old witch, nine years his junior, while both were on their way home. Feeling forward, Richard made his move. Upon rejection, he sought her out and persisted. Finally her resistance wore down and the rest in history.
Everett was born on October 12, 1960. Eighteen months later he was followed by the dramatic birth of his sister Eleanor. Then, something they are to think of as incidental, was the birth of yet another girl. Six years Everett’s junior, Calliope. Yes, Calliope. A rare, old regency name that his mother had read of in a story. For the wizarding world, there is no such thing as an estranged name, but in the muggle world? It’s a bit outdated. Nevertheless, Cal is still too young to realize the effects of her name. Once little Cal was born, there were no more children to follow her. And so it went, Everett, Eleanor, And Calliope. Naturally, Eleanor and Everett were close as there were only two years apart. Everett often used Eleanor as his test dummy for the oh so clever ideas that popped into his mind. And when they did not work, of course, and someone was to blame, Eleanor took the heat for it until she was no longer naive enough to let it happen. While the three children enjoy each others company, Calliope is practically an era behind the eldest two.
Their father took the lead of the family in a traditional manner and therefore much of their lives was served in the muggle world. As controller of the money, he saw it his duty to take control of the family. Majority of their friends were muggles from the prep schools they attended, or other wizard families who were as well delving in both the muggle and wizard world. However, there were summers in which Eleanor and Everett were taken to their grandparents house where there they could live the fantasy that most children could only dream of. The Linwood children had grown up with this life that, as strange as it may have been to everyone else wizard or muggle, had been normal to them.
Sample Post: Saturday afternoons in February were not Everett’s cup of tea. Not only did he hate the cold, but he also hated the younger children running around everyone, throwing snow at each other’s faces. Everett was not a big fan of the screaming and the wetness and the couples macking on each other as an excuse “to stay warm”. No, Everett didn’t want to be part of it at all. This was the reason he chose to sleep in extra late. Normally, Everett was up and ready at an early time. He had never been one to sleep in late, even on nights when he went to bed late. Everett lay in his bed for a few more minutes, staring at the ceiling before he had decided to push the covers off of him, sit up, and place his feet on the ground. Naturally it was cold, and Everett thought about curling back under his blankets. Doing so would just make Everett waste the afternoon, which he had set aside to catch up on loads of homework he was falling behind on.
Everett stood up, walked to the window, and observed the sight before him. It was just as he thought. People were running around everywhere acting as if their heads had been cut off. The Slytherin moved away from the window hoping that it would make him warmer. It didn’t. Everett hurriedly put on clothes to keep him warm. As a half blood, in Slytherin, Everett’s clothes were quite distinct from his dorm mates. Another distinction was the fact that Everett’s part of the dorm was tidy and organized. It was almost as if Everett was anal about it. But he wasn’t, His clothes were always put away in an orderly fashion, and his trunk was organized, as well as his nightstand. His bed was probably the one thing that was similar to the men he shared a room with. Everett never bothered to actually make his bed. At home, maybe, to appease his equally almost anal mother, but here there were elves that usually took care of the presentation of the room.
Opting for a pair of worn in khaki pants and a button down, tucked in of course. Over his shirt, he put on a brown sweater for warmth. This was typical Everett. Never any color, only neutrals. He then grabbed his bag and started loading books into. He glanced at his desk; processing which ones he should take and which ones he should leave behind. Maybe all of them? Or maybe just two. How long did he actually want to be in the library studying in the first place? Everett opted for three and slid them in his bag. He grabbed his scarf from the bedpost and proceeded to walk out the door. As he descended the stairs, Everett wound his scarf around his neck in order to protect himself from the harsh cold of the Hogwarts halls. The more he considered it, the more he wish he had grabbed his coat. Not normally one to be lazy, Everett decided that going back up the stairs and then going back down would be too much of a hassle.
When Everett entered the common room, he was somewhat put at a comfort by the fires. The dungeons would be a naturally awful place to live for someone who didn’t like the cold, but Everett was put at peace when he walked by the fires. Warmth overwhelmed him and he didn’t want to leave that spot. Nonetheless, he walked on, heading for the exit of the room. Everett hadn’t walked fifteen steps when he stopped dead in his tracks. The whole time he had been walking he had been thinking that he could get just as much done in the empty common room than he could in the library. And, by staying in the common room, he could deprive himself of the cold journey there and back. Therefore, Everett resolved to turn around and head back to his dwelling.
Stepping through the common room portal, Everett didn’t even bother to look around. He headed to the same fireplace that he had walked by. However, Everett realized, it had been invaded by someone else. Everett was already too close for the person not to notice him and turning around would make the situation extremely awkward. This person wasn’t on his list of favorites, per say, but walking away would be not only an awkwardness between them, but it would no doubt make the girl go mad with revenge. Or at least that’s how Everett saw it. She wasn’t all that bad, but he knew now that there was no way he was going to get much done.
As Everett walked closer to her, he noticed that she was reading. ”Did she even know what she was reading?”, he thought to himself. Everett wasn’t one to talk; really, reading was not up his alley. He only read on two occasions: One, to make himself look busy so that no one would bother him, and Two, to make himself look more… educated. Don’t ask. Finally, after what seemed like years of walking, Everett reached his destination point and waited a few moments for her to look up. Not sure if she would, Everett decided he would be the mature one and strike up a conversation of some sort. ”Is it a good book Samantha?”__________________________________________________________
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I solemnly swear that I, BRITT, 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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