frank.LONGBOTTOM

[Frank Longbottom]

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About You - -

Name: Alex
Gender: Girl
Age: Fifteen
Years of RPG Experience: About 3 to 4 years, on and off.
Other: [Removed By Staff]

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About the Character- -

Name: Frank Wesley Longbottom
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Chris Pine

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: Frank has light brown hair that he usually keeps cropped short. His eyes are a deep light blue color that usually express his emotions, yet are most of the time in good spirits; these he inherited from his father and his father before that, he's constantly reminded by his family members.

He has a straight, eye to ear nose that wrinkles slightly when he laughs. His smile is winning and bright, and makes his whole face light up when it's present. His teeth, after some modifications at the dentist's, are pearly white and all in a straight, perfect order. Frank has the slight foreshadow of a stubbe and a mustache that he keeps shaved, but nothing can be done about the shadow. It gives him the appearance of being slightly older than he would usually look, with his cute, youngish face.

Physique: Tall, and slender, yet with good muscles, Frank has always had the perfect build for a Quidditch player, which is what he became in his third year at school. He likes to dress according to his mood, and it usually reflects it very precisely. Frank's wardrobe varies from button-up shirts to jumpers and T-shirts. He always wears jeans or thin pants that are not too warm, and has a tendency to never be cold. The most he'll wear on a cold winter night would be a jumper and a scarf. No mittens, no hat, no woolly coat.

When he is feeling light and happy, he tends to wear light-colored shirts, in yellows, or whites, which he accompanies with a contagious, side to side smile. Say he is in a bad mood, or just doesn't feel like bothering about anything, he'll wear neutral colors like brown, grey, or black.

His day-to-day apparel would be in the red tones, which happens to be his favorite color, and also Gryffindor house pride, or if the weather is leaning towards chilly, blues or greens. This tendency to dress according to the mood is something that everyone who knows him well can figure out, and therefore know what he'll be acting like before he speaks.

Personality: Generally good-natured and bright, Frank has always won every long-distance aunt over. He is usually laid-back and joking, when he is in his comfort zone, and loves to socialize. Frank has an ease for making friends with lots of girls and guys, and is even suave with girls, but only when they're friends-only. When it comes to asking somebody he likes out, he gets tongue-tied and his hands start to sweat and he blushes and can't remember what he was going to say. He's been continuously teased about that by his friends his entire life. One of the things Frank fears most is rejection, which is why he rarely, if ever, asks a girl out on a date, and if he does, it's casual and more friendly than romantic. Although Frank is extremely self-condient and knows what he wants in life, when it comes to girls, he is like another person.

One of the things he most likes to do is read, and act. He has never had much opportunity to act in life, so that pastime is never really put into good use for him, and is just something he secretly loves to do, because, according to his father and uncle, acting is for pansies. It was enough for him never to mention it in public. Ever. Reading, though, was always strongly encouraged by his aunts and mother, and as it being something he likes to do out of pleasure, not obligation, his collection of books at home is large and varied. In classes, Frank is the type of guy to listen to the teacher, take notes when it's important, and do the spells right on the first five tries. He is not an excellent student, but he averages good grades and doesn't feel the need to do more than that. His OWLS average was an E, with two O's in DADA and Herbology, and an A in potions. Perseverance, though, has always been one of Frank's best strengths, therefore, if he was not happy about a grade he was getting, he'd work until he got better. Most of his teachers liked him enough, and not one did he get on the bad side of.

Frank is an amazingly loyal person, and will stay true to all that he believes in and that he feels the need to protect. If somebody is doing something wrong, he'll usually inform them, and he will never, ever stand and see somebody he cares about be offended or insulted in any way. Apart from his compulsive need to defend himself and his friends, Frank is really a passive person, and his temper doesn't ignite often, which is to say something. He'll usually try to ignore the bad side of things and look at the bright side of them, which is an excellent trait for a teenager to have. His defensiveness, though, has often gotten him into unnecessary and ridiculous fights with his friends, though none have ended up in a physical argument, hence Frank's passive resistance.

He loves a good joke, and exceedingly admires a certain foursome of guys in his year, for their excellent pranks and the aura of good humor and laughter that they create wherever they go. Although he does admire them and thinks their jokes and pranks are hilarious, Frank hates any sort of bullying, which is something two of the four exceed at. Usually, though, Potter and Black bully people he doesn't particularly like, and therefore doesn't feel the need to defend them. Also, there is a girl that goes by the name of Alice Logan in Ravenclaw, whom Frank has been crushing on since last year, and whom he speaks to as a pal, a buddy, but has not yet mustered up the courage to ask her out or tell her how he feels about her. Frank is also a very impatient guy, and he knows that if he doesn't speak up soon, somebody else will, because Alice is too good and too gorgeous not to have other guys interested in her. Despite all this, his lack of bravery when it comes to girls wins over.

Franks' roommates are nearly always complaining about his lack of organization and order in his side of the room. Although he is not irresponsible, Frank tends to lose things in his mess, and he's never really done anything about it, either. His bed always has clothes strewn across, and his trunk is always left open, books and robes and such spilling out of it. Under his bed you can find unused books, scraps of homework that he never found and had to re-do, owl droppings that he has no idea how they got under there, and torn magazines from who knows when or where.

Another one of Franks' most enjoyed pastimes is to observe people's characters and personalities. Frank is a strong believer against first impressions, and although it is physically impossible for a human being not to make a first impression, Frank has it decided that he will never judge somebody one way or another before he got to really know what the person was like. Most of the time, he is right in his observations, and has some people characterized spot-on, but other times, when he is not as careful, he ends up being completely wrong about somebody.

Likes:
+ Quidditch
+ Reading
+ Acting (under strong dissuasion from family)
+ Jokes
+ People who don't feel the need to attract attention
+ Herbology
+ Defense Against the Dark Arts
+ Observing other people
+ The fireplace
+ Swimming (in the great lake or otherwise)
+ Courage
+ A good self-esteem
+ Perseverance

Dislikes:
– Oppression
– Bullying
– Chocolate
– First impressions
– Two-faced people
– Backstabbing
– Jealousy
– Toads
– Asking out a girl (not that he dislikes it, he just sucks at it)
– Shopping for gifts
– His own impatience
– His own disorganization
– Mornings

History: Frank was born on September 15th, 1958, to the loving arms of Augusta and Theodore Longbottom. They had always wanted a child, and when he arrived on their front door, it was a blessing from God, to them. He was raised near Yorkshire, in his parents's house of no mean size, by a very strict and responsible mother, whom he loved dearly, and who loved him even more. His father, on the other hand, was more laid back than his wife, but made sure that Frank got the education he needed to get into the best school of magic in the world, or so he said, Hogwarts. His first signs of magic appeared when he was only three years old, very early in his life for some of the people in the magical community, but all the better for his overjoyed parents. His father, being a Quidditch fanatic, bought him his first broomstick at the age of five, and taught Frank 'all he needed to know to be the best player on the team'. Of course, as much as Frank always loved Quidditch, he was never as huge of a fan as his father was. He always preferred a good picture book, or staying hours in the swimming pool until his fingers and toes were all wrinkly. Augusta's older brother, Frank's uncle Algie, was Frank's favorite uncle. He made the best impressions of celebrities and politicians, told the funniest jokes, and gave Frank the best presents. It was on Frank's seventh birthday that he met his biggest fear. Uncle Algie gave him a small, square box as a present. Eagerly, Frank had opened it, and had found nothing. He was disappointed at first, but then when he looked up to question his uncle, the man told him to turn around. Frank was still holding his dad's present, the newest broomstick available, when he turned and saw the scariest thing a seven year old could witness. It was a toad. A slimy, ugly, red-tongue lolling out toad, magnified in proportion times ten. The giant toad turned its beady eyes on Frank and with one swift motion of its tongue, snatched the broom away from the boy, and swallowed it whole. Frank erupted into uncontrollable tears, and Uncle Algie had to return the toad to its normal size. Enough said, Frank was toad-traumatized for life, and Uncle Algie returned the toad to the shop regretfully, for he'd always thought it was an excellent pet.

When Frank turned eleven, he got his acceptance letter from Hogwarts. His mother and father could not have been more overjoyed. There were hugs, kisses, parties, whole family celebrations, dinners, and lots of presents. Although the love for him in his family life was overwhelming, Frank never turned out a spoiled child, mostly because his mother forbid him to, and made sure that he knew what was right, what was wrong, and what really matters in life. He went with both of his parents to get all of his school supplies (and had to endure a half-hour ranting by his father when he discovered that the no-broom-for-first-years rule still applied), and returned home carrying tons of new books, cauldrons, quills of all shapes and sizes, and a brand new owl to send and receive mail with while he was at school. Tails, his golden retriever, was not happy at all at the arrival of this new species in his territory, and Frank constantly had to move the owl, which he'd named Hoot, to a higher place every night, in order to keep Tails from gobbling him up. September 1st arrived, and with lots of tears and hugs and promises to write, he boarded the Hogwarts Express alone, with his trunk and his owl in a cage.

He got to the magnificent castle, which turned out to be much more than he'd expected, and was immediately sorted into Gryffindor. In that house, he spent his first five years of Hogwarts being a good student, averaging E marks, and making lifelong friendships. Now, as his seventh year of school starts, he has vowed to himself to finally ask out the girl of his dreams...Alice, and to stay on the Quidditch team, as reminded daily by his father.

Sample Post:

as Blair Verona, in GOLDEN SLUMBERS
Shock, horror, fear, anger, pity, sadness, regret, shame. A tumult of emotions swept Blair's mind before she could fully realize what James had just said. His dad...he, he beat him? He actually hit him? It was...beyond comprehension. Why a father could do that to his own son, how? It was impossible. Completely impossible. Blair literally shuddered in her seat and her expression turned from stone cold to wide-eyed and horrified. She turned to look at him straight in the eyes and saw nothing but the truth in them. She felt all the shame that was necessary after having abused his family and himself so. Sorrow came upon her as she imagined her own father doing any possible harm to her, and shuddered again. It was unthinkable. He would never! They were...they were family! They loved each other! Blair had truly never imagined a family in which they didn't. It was just...natural. Her father loved her, deeply, as she did him. He gave her everything she wanted, emotion-wise and object-wise. Her life, it did seem perfect in comparison. Her eyes did a quick scan over his body, desperately searching any clues that would prove him wrong, that he was joking with her, when they fell upon a corner of a scar on his arm. She closed her eyes and gasped, taking this in. It couldn't be. Her loss of a mother, it was nothing in comparison to not being loved by her. Despite what she'd said before, Blair knew that her mother had loved her, and had given her life for her. It was...she just knew it. And her father did, too. How anybody could live without the love and devotion of one's parents, dead or alive, she honestly couldn't imagine.

She sat there, speechless, staring at him, as he continued in his angry rant. How silly and superficial her words from a while ago seemed now, when everything was put into this light. He was absolutely furious now, as he spat out that her life was worse than his, and that she won. She won? Was this some sort of game to him? Competing for who had the worst luck with parents? That was completely ridiculous. She'd never intended it to be a game...just, well he was pissing her off and she needed to retalliate, that's all. She stayed quiet, though, and watched him fume. Then he started again, telling her how she didn't know anything about him and Serena, and it wasn't entirely true. The part about where she couldn't care less about what he said...that wasn't true. She cared, now. Before, she might not have, but...what had happened in these past fifteen minutes that had changed everything so drastically for her? Her perspective on...everything. What was it about him that made her react this way? And, he was again wrong on the account that she would know him being nice from being a jerk, it's just that she'd never witnessed the nice side of him. All he'd ever said to her was, well so far, only this conversation. And being a 'jerk' wasn't even covering it. Her being self-obsessed, she'd been told that before, and she didn't care about that particular insult. It was true, really. She did love herself and perhaps 99% of the time in her day was spent thinking about herself, but it was so natural that it felt like a fact nowadays more than a slight.

But then he crossed the boundaries of her passive resistance, '-fighting is a sign of attraction, Blair...YOU sat next to me. YOU were mean first. I asked you how your day went and YOU told me I was a violent maniac...I think you like me. Have you ever thought that if you were nice, I wouldn't be so defensive?' Blair's mouth fell open again, moments after having closed it from her previous shock. If, in his book, fighting was a sign of attraction, then she'd be attracted to half the female population at Buchanridge. Please, as if they were worth all that trouble. Then, accusing her of starting the whole thing! What? Blair stopped for a few seconds and tried to remember who'd started the fighting. Him, right? Oh, my God, he was right. It wasn't that surprising, really, she hated him, or well, thoroughly disliked him, and she'd snapped at him the first chance he got. She'd sat next to him because she hadn't recognized him and had thought his hair looked hot. And it had been his fault because of the way in which he'd asked her how her day had been had implied otherwise. It wasn't as if she didn't know that he hated her as well, and she couldn't just sweetly reply with a 'Good, thank you', could she? Besides, she hadn't accused him of being a violent maniac, she'd thought about it, she'd implied it, but she'd merely asked what he was doing in detention. Not that harmful, really.

He thought she liked him? Weren't they past this already? Why would she ever in a million years like him? Yeah, right. Look who was talking about being way too full of themselves. His ego was way too big. She stayed with her mouth closed though, and pondering deeply about the meaning of his words as they sunk in. '-if you were nice, I wouldn't be so defensive?-' What reasons did she have for being nice to him? What had he ever done to deserve her kindness? A small, unwanted side of her mind nudged her and asked her what he'd done not to deserve her kindness. Was the Serena excuse a poor one? Had she ever gotten into a major hate fight with any other of Serena's ex-boyfriends? She tried to remember, but couldn't. She'd...she'd had fun with her ex-boyfriends, she'd talked to them, hung out with them, gone on double dates with them...what was it about James Grimely that made him the exception? People had liked Serena before, and it was completely natural, she was gorgeous, wonderful, loving...who wouldn't like her? But she'd disliked James from the instant he'd set foot in her mind. She had instantly hated him. Why? For the third time in less than five minutes, Blair Verona was left speechless.

James stood up and Blair was startled. She watched him exit the classroom with a pass, and five minutes later re-enter, holding two bags of chips and soda. She hadn't moved so far, and she didn't while he sat down on the chair next to her again. Blair was currently fighting too many thoughts and emotions to say or do anything. Half of her was infinately sorry for everything she'd ever said or done to him, and to anybody else. Had she really been that mean to everybody she'd met? No, she couldn't have been. People liked her, they respected her, she was loved, she reassured herself. Another part of her was furious at James, for thinking he could get away with all of this, just say things like that to her and feel superior just because she didn't have the heart to retalliate anymore, because what he said might have been true. The rest of her was completely clueless as to what she wanted and what she should say or do.

Blair turned to look at him, and saw the almost all the anger was gone from his face, that there was a new, different expression on it. Regret, perhaps? Could he regret what he'd said to her? Sadness? The terrible image of a man hitting a small boy filled her mind, and she shook it away. At this moment, all she wanted to do was close the half a meter gap between them and hug him, tell him that it was going to be OK...but she couldn't possibly do that. To him. Never. Ever. She could do something, though. But what? Blair was positive that she had never been this confused. Ever. What was wrong with her? She felt a couple of tears brimming up in her eyes, and she blinked, letting them fall down her cheek, past her trembling lips, and onto her lap. She folded her hands over one another and bit her lower lip. Then, before the sudden impulse went away, tilted her head towards him and said in a quiet voice,

"I...I'm..." she couldn't apologize, she just couldn't. Why should she anyway? He had been as wrong about her as she had been about him. He shared all the blame, but there was something heavy dawning on Blair's heart and she knew it wouldn't go away until she continued. She would regret it later, but right now, it felt like the correct thing to do. This once, she wanted to get it all right. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes while she did it. Just get it over with. "I'm really...I'm really sorry."

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And Finally - -

I, ALEX, 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.[/color][/blockquote]

[Narcissa Black]

YUS! accepted, of course! Welcome to ISS! (: