James Potter

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ABOUT THE CHARACTER

Name: James Potter

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Year: 7th

Celebrity: Tom Welling

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: He has a lean face, oval. He sports a pair of rounded glasses atop a straight and pointed nose. Potter’s eyes are a simple hazel and his lashes are irregularly long for a male. James’s hair dominates the top of his head, dark black. It waves in a disorderly fashion, swooping atop his framed glasses. His lips are thin and full, a light pale pink. Potter’s eyes are always bright, bright and enthusiastic. A hint of mischief embedded behind his small eyes.

Unfortunately, Potter’s face is covered with light pink bumps. Pimples. Yes, the teenage curse is present on his pale face. A popular place for his teenage hormones centers dominantly on his cheeks and chin. James’s eye brows are thick and slightly bushy, adding a more masculine touch to his feminine eyes. His chin slightly juts outward.

Physique: James is rather tall, a blessing from his father’s side. He sits at a comfortable height, breaking six feet. In no way is the young man thin, his arms and legs are rather thick and muscular. His chest solid from the constant training (Qudditch). His knees and elbows are somewhat rough, scarred heavily from his own childhood carelessness. His limbs are somewhat hairy, accentuating his own masculinity.

Personality: In the dead silent halls when a garbage can suddenly combusts, he is the master mind. He is the guy in the back of the class who feels some sick need to make a wise crack after every few seconds. He is a care-free soul who feels no need to hold himself back, whether it is spouting out love confessions to Lily Evans or to just plain being himself. James Potter. How on earth would you describe one as he?

He is a wild spirit, who merely struggles with acceptance. James Potter is a man who suffers with pride, and ambition. He’s a person who merely wishes for those who he loves most dear, to be happy. He is a soul, living on the edge of today and tomorrow. A man who simply lives in the present. He is laughter, pure laughter on the brink of discovery on various methods to maintain such ecstasy 24/7. James Potter is a lousy attempt to happiness. He’s an ancient one. A guy who attempts to practice chivalry, in hopes of impressing a girl(Lily Evans).

His main downfall lies in insecurities and pride. James Potter beats himself up constantly, within. Doubt clouds his mind. His only goal in life is to love Lily Evans. His true wish. Yet, everyday he seems to drift farther and farther from the reaches of his true fulfillment. And thus sprouts the fake façade. James jokes, he pokes fun, tortures others unnecessarily. He is plagued by this doubt. Yet, denial drifts in. And this torturous cycle spews out of control.

James has a very competitive personality. He constantly feels the need to test himself, as well as the people that surround him. His pride can sometimes take over him. He is a loyal friend, loyal to the very end. This factor cultivates a horrible thing in Potter. Revenge. He will protect those he loves. And even with the slightest rude gesture towards his friends, his ideal girlfriend (Lily Evans), he’ll protect them through thick and thin. He’ll protect them as far as to prevent the situation from ever happening again. James Potter is a horrible enemy.

He’s annoying. Plain annoying. He is a guy everyone knows, whether they like it or not. He has an obsessive compulsive nature to joke. The boy can’t stay still. He‘s constantly bouncing from one side of the room to the other. His nature is usually chaotic. His mood usually bright. It’s very curious this James Potter. He is definitely a person one can never forget.

Likes:
- Lily Evans
- Qudditch
- Lily Evans
- Dung Bombs
-Lily Evans (Fine I’ll stop, I know you’re getting tired of that answer)
-Friends
- Summer
- Pumpkin Juice
- Halloween
- Out smarting Professors
- Cutting Class
- Pranks
- Waffles
- Breakfast in general (As his favorite meal)
- The Color Red
- Night (As far as time of day goes)
- Girls

Dislikes:
- Reading
- Memorizing much of anything
- Writing
- People who are stiff (not flexible, funny, or fun)
- Cats
- quills
- Bland Food
- Formal wear
- Getting up early
- When people nag
- Potions Class
- Cold Mornings
- Wool
- Silence
- Scarves
- Fake personalities
- Guilt

History: James Potter was born into a family of wizards. He had a very fortunate child hood, his parents were deeply in love, not to mention well to do. He was a very unusual child. One born into a world of mischief. As a baby he never gave his parents any rest. At night, he barely slept and kept his poor mother awake at indecent hours, months on end. One of his favorite activities he engaged in as a toddler was to throw items across rooms. And he did this to elongate any possible attempts to take ‘naps.’ His parents at first were a bit worried, concerned for his early failures in magic. He had a tendency to do everything manually, and seemed unphased by his parents who’d use such magic to wash dishes, or fold clothes. Though, their worries were quickly diminished one day when they came home to find the whole entire house in disarray. Apparently as a three year old he stole his father’s wand and caused a few curtains to light up.

Nonetheless, James Potter grew comfortably into a world of magic and wonder. His mother would watch him from the kitchen window, whilst he pretended to perform spells with a stubby stick. When James Potter was ten years old he took pleasure in smuggling his parents wands and mimicking spells they had performed throughout the day. Unfortunately his parent’s talents didn’t seem to rub off on him. His incantations usually ended in some form of explosion. Though with more practice, magic started to come easier to the young man.

Coincidentally, Potter became obsessed with explosives. In his neighborhood he was notorious for blowing up garbage cans and turning dogs into various shades of pink. Though his usual victims were figures which carried some form of authority over him. At an early age James became obsessed with flying on brooms. It was on his fourth birthday that he received his first one. He spent hours everyday on the blasted thing. It irritated his father to the point of insanity. In fact his father suggested James should attach it to his hand, so he could fly and clean up his room once in a while.

Like many other wizards and witches, it was on his 11th birthday that he received the letter to Hogwarts. Worriedly his mother escorted him onto the train. On the contrast, James himself never fretted. And almost instantly he met his three best friends in the world : Peter, Remus, and most of all Sirius. Together the three bonded and formed the Marauders. And naturally, as his first year developed James Potter fell in love. He had fallen for a girl with red flaming hair: Lily Evans.



ABOUT YOU

Name: Char

Years of Experience: Technically six or five. I’m not too sure as to the exact month I started.

Sample Post: The lawn was very crisp and the early morning dew stuck to the blades of lush grass. Nonchalantly, James's black sneakers crunched their way through the vegetation, creating a path towards the castle. The sun had only recently risen, and as the circled orb dominated the light blue sky, slowly but surely, it sent a warmth across the grounds of Hogwarts. The chills dissipated, and soon his skin began to enjoy a more cheery temperature. He was late, and the young student was quite aware of this. It sent a sort of pained guilt through him, though he tried to hide this behind a cool demeanor. He lifted his dry chin, and tried to open his weary, baggy eyes, and lastly swipe a roguish smile over his lips. A detention, that's the least they could put on him. And honestly, what was another detention to James Potter? Nothing. He winced, 'Could that be another hint of serious denial?' Shrugging, he brushed the thought aside, whilst he widened his stride. His goal was set, just get to the Great Hall and from there, he'd wing it. A plan that seldom worked, James sighed at the unfortunate fact.

He was doing so well this week, in his futile attempts to impress the lovely Lily Evans. All week he tried to be on time, until now that is. One full week of punctuality, it was more than impressive. James had utter control of his short attention span, and big mouth. He had barely disrupted any classes (Well if you don't include Potions or History of Magic.) So this one slip up, surely it would mean nothing in comparison to his list of accomplishments. He didn't even throw one dung bomb at Severus, the old toad! An amazing feat such as that can't go unrewarded! She was bound to notice! This thought set a pump of excitement through James. His fists began to clench, a grin spread. "She's bound to say yes this time!"
He ran the remainder of the way. James darted past stray students. It was his lucky day! He could feel it in his bones! Deafly, he sent a hand through his rigid hair. This gesticulation halted his foot work. Shakily he lifted his hand for the ultimate test. He sent a minute fog of breath into his hand, using it as a pivot point towards his nostrils. His nose twitched. It was all clear. He sent a sigh of relief as his hands fidgeted with the monster on his head he boldly dared to call 'hair.' James had to look his best. His hands jabbed the stray ends of his shirt within his pants. He was ready. Proudly he marched into the Great Hall, flinging open the entrance's doors.

"Lily, Lily, where is Lily?" He mumbled to himself dumbly. His steps were slackened yet nimble as he wove past tables and loquacious students. The grandeur tables were set with many types of meals, clearly outnumbering the actual student body. Though, James Potter had little concern for the matter as his eyes scanned the scene laid before him. Owls, they were everywhere, swooping back and forth dropping packages, newspapers, and unidentifiable objects (Even with his glasses James could barely tell what in the bloody's name they were.) He had won, and that much was plain. For once the teachers were absorbed in their own lives, a thing he thought was quite phenomenal (that is teachers actually having lives), and were busy amongst themselves.

His eyes scanned for a red head, and there was very few of them indeed. Blonde, brunette, died hair, short hair, there were a lot of girls in the room and this fact fueled an irritation. Wait. Red. He saw a tint of red in the corner of his eye. There! There she was! Just then he heard a high pitched caw. His reaction was quick, and he turned his back, reaching his muscular hands out to catch something. James's hazel eyes filled in the emotion of pure amusement. "Time, what a reckless fool." Gingerly, James stroked his brown barnyard owl that snuggled in his arms, a small letter within its beak. As he laughed, his attention was caught back in the corner, where earlier he had spotted Lily. She was gone. Just like that. He heaved a dejected sigh, "At least someone has a good grasp of Time." James nearly cracked at his own joke, but decided not to.


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