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[25 Dec 2007|04:58pm] |
OOC
NAME: lish.
AGE: nineteen.
AIM: east benton st.
EMAIL: ofgilead@gmail.com
EXPERIENCE (include links): all over, most recently ![[info]](http://www.scribbld.net/img/userinfo.gif) crvey, crners and killercowboy.
WAS YOUR CHARACTER HELD / UNDER WHAT USERNAME?: yes, under hntington.
IC; Student Application
CHARACTER'S FULL NAME: Booth Huntington.
AGE AND HOUSE: Sixteen, Hufflepuff.
CLASSES: Potions, Herbology, Charms, Transfigurations, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies.
FUTURE AMBITION To be a Healer!
PB: Michael Angarano.
CHARACTER USERNAME: hntington
SEXUALITY: Homosexual.
PERSONALITY:
Unlike some, who can claim that their astrological sign doesn't at all describe their true character or their ambitions, the very definition of Pisces seems to describe perfectly who Booth is in. As sensitive as he is imaginative, he has trouble understanding what possible fun there is in hurting another person for kicks and has spent a good deal of his adolescence trying to "man up" as his father would say and let the jokes of his peers roll off of his shoulders as merely playful banter. There was no question as to which house Booth was suited for. Forever amiable, somewhat shy, and easy with his smiles Booth has been described by those who don't like him much as being no more than so much cottony fluff. He doesn't think that that's all there is to him -- as he does get angry and has indeed had plenty of moments of frustration but his main dilemma is that he somewhat lacks a backbone and so tries to keep others happy, even if it means making himself discontent. This works well when it comes to his friends -- he will often inconvenience himself in order to be a shoulder to cry on or to make the time to play a friendly (very friendly, as he is shite on a broom) game of Quidditch -- but not so much with his enemies, who are most often bigger, badder Slytherins who are more disgruntled by his friendly nature than pleased with it.
Booth wishes he could better stick up for himself and actually rise to a challenge rather than shrink away from one but, when faced with pressing tight against a wall to be unnoticed by a passing bully or meeting them face to face, Booth simply shrinks into himself and attempts to go unseen. With the right atmosphere, however, and the right grouping of friends he can really come out of himself and actually be a lot of fun.
It's been said before that people have personalities that bloom and flourish depending on their environment, such is the case with Booth. He's wary of getting picked on in the halls, more likely to sink into his seat than raise his hand in class, but throw him into a crowd he's comfortable with and he can be the loudest one of the bunch. He likes smiling, he likes laughing, he especially likes his friends and of the things he looks forward to the most during the summer, being able to reconvene in the Commons with his Hufflepuff brethren is probably at the top of the list.
Booth tends to worry a lot, and worries especially when something is really itching just under his skin, but he's inclined to keep that worry to himself, shaking off questions with a smile even when something really is wrong and becoming slightly more distant as he attempts to puzzle things out on his own. He isn't likely to unload on anyone without some prodding, as he hates the idea of monopolizing someone's time and giving them something to bother with that they shouldn't have to bother with, and so his latest insecurities regarding his sexuality have been something he's dealing with privately. This, especially, is something he doesn't want to bring up to his friends, mostly out of fear that they wouldn't want to be his friend any longer.
Booth is somewhat difficult to get to know, even as nice as he is, if only because he's so nervous during first-meetings and so uncomfortable with embarrassing himself but, as he is a trustworthy and dependable friend, it's well worth the effort.
BRIEF HISTORY:
Neil Huntington and Deena Huntington met not in Scotland, where they currently live, but in San Diego, California where they both attended high school in suburbia. Deena spotted Neil, a lanky 5'11 with too long hair, on the basketball court where he dominated as one of the teams starting line up but was enthused moreso to talk with him when he delivered an eloquent and original poem for an assignment in their shared English class. Neil had hardly thought of his poem as anything but goofy and clouded with too-confusing imagery, but Deena liked his writing and insisted he read some more of his poetry to her after dinner and a movie. The step was an important one, due to how flustered and nervous Neil tended to become around members of the opposite sex, and they wound up dating after a month or so of casual outings and shared meals. They fought here and there, as most couples do, but there were only two real breaks in their relationship -- once thanks to a rumor that wound up having no real fact to it and twice because they were unsure if they wanted to keep seeing each other after their second year in college.
High-school sweethearts, together they had taken the plunge into uiversity together, majoring in two subjects that seemed to complement one another (Creative Writing and Poetry) and inevitably put aside their doubts when faced with the realization that, yes, they were very much in love. Junior year was spent not only readying themselves for the end of their college careers but also in taking a big step in their preparations for marriage. Their parents were happy, since both sets knew for certain that their children were very much in love and devoted to one another, but problems cropped up (in terms of disapproval) when a brief honeymoon in Scotland became more extended than anyone would have expected. The decision to move was spontaneous, one made while high on marital bliss and without proper thought as to how they'd get along becoming Scottish citizens but the couple didn't mind. Disregarding arguments from their parents (how would they ever be able to visit? that was an awful long way away, wasn't it?) they made proper arrangements to have their things transplanted and, while Neil looked for a job teaching, Deena began working on her novels.
Life was a struggle at first, as the children stories Deena penned didn't immediately start picking up sales, but they were content enough in one another, forever positive, and took Deena's surprise pregnancy at twenty-seve not as a bad sign but as a positive one. Deena had thought that she couldn't get pregnant, as claimed by a professional when she and Neil first began trying for children, and so the dark-haired, pudgy baby brought into the world roughly two years after they set roots in Scotland was seen not as something disastrous for their financial standings but as a miracle. This idea -- of Booth being something of a miracle -- wasn't at all injured by the fact that success began to trickle in some months after he was born, March 18th. Deena, inspired by her introduction into motherhood, connected better with her books as well as to her readers and writing seemed to skyrocket into popularity. There was something special about Booth and that much seemed even more apparent as the boy got older.
Neither Deena nor Neil were witches and so didn't know just what to blame or how to respond when it seemed as though Booth was able to get chocolate chip cookies for himself when, at a year old, he was much too short to reach to the top of the fridge for a stowed away batch. On that note, they couldn't decipher how he wound up playing with their keys in his play-pen when the damned things were properly hung up near the door or later, how the much disliked knitted socks and scarves from various relatives wound up missing in action almost as soon as they were unwrapped around Christmas time. The two finally and thankfully ruled out poltergeist when, sometime after Booth's eleventh birthday, an owl dropped into their living room with an important letter regarding their son and an alternative option for his education.
Neil was more inclined to believe that there was really a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry than he was to believe that he had lost his mind and so, after approving his son's acceptance into the school with his wife, it was Neil who took Booth for school supplies and put money into a Wizarding bank account at Gringott's for him. After boarding the train some days later, however, Booth soon found himself very much on his own. He was miserably homesick in those first couple of weeks but he came into his own, slowly.
(EXAMPLES. Detailed writers. We don't mean just because you don't write one liners detailed. Your RP sample should be a good three or four good sized paragraphs. Write it as if you were writing an OPEN THREAD for the whole game please.)
SAMPLE JOURNAL ENTRY:
When you really don't feel like doing your Transfigurations or studying up on Charms, there are ways that you can distract yourself from your studies. Unfortunately for me, when it comes to my studies distraction often leads to disaster and so I have to make absolutely certain that there's absolutely nothing lying around that could tempt me to straying and thus prompt me to crash and burn, miserably, on whatever exam is coming up. I have to put aside everything -- books because I might randomly read something from another lesson, crayons in case I decide to color all over my notes -- and then I have to make sure that I'm somewhere quiet and isolated so that I won't be tempted to leave my books so that I can talk to this or that person about the latest Weird Sister's song. Unfortunately, since I can't prepare for tests in quarantine and because Hogwarts has way too many things going on all at once at any given time for me to focus completely on notes, I did miserably on that last Transfigurations exam. I'd really like to be a Healer or a Mediwitch but at this rate, I'll probably wind up doing Muggle Relations.
Don't get me wrong, that's not so bad! But the things is, I already know so much about Muggles and I'm taking Muggle Studies. Being a Healer would be something new and different and, while I'd get to help people in both avenues, I'd be able to help people in a bigger way if I were a Healer. Ever heard of a pediatrician? They're doctors that help out little kids and doing that for a living or something of the equivalent here, in the Wizarding world, would be just right for me. The only thing is this. studying.
I've got to get better study habits. Anyone want to give me tips?
SAMPLE RP:
There was something to be said about Hogsmeade's Weekends and being able to run amuck in the little village that Hogwarts students so looked forward to exploring on any given weekend. Just what though, Booth wasn't entirely sure because he couldn't just neatly tie up all the various elements in a neat little bow. The smell of Christmas was one of those things -- of gingerbread and the earthy smell of mistletoe and the more poignant aroma of pine needles -- but there was also the warm camaraderie of being bunched in with a grouping of his closest friends, the distinct sound of Christmas carols somewhere down in the depths of the village, the crunch of newly fallen snow, the taste of peppermint hot chocolate...
really, there was just too much and at this time of year, in this particular setting, Booth's feelings went into super-positive-let-there-be-peace-on-earth mode. He wanted to buy gifts for everyone when Christmas vacation peeked around from behind it's broad corner and, more than that, he wanted to invite everyone on over to the tidily cluttered one-story he shared with his folks, where there wouldn't be nearly enough room but enough holiday cheer to go around twice. Because that couldn't really happen though and because people would likely look at him funny if he began suggesting, at random, that people visit over the holidays, Booth stuck to giving out peppermint sticks with neat, curled ribbon attached.
The peppermint sticks, a tradition now for almost four years, had begun when he and another second year Hufflepuff, unable to buy large and fancy gifts for everyone that they wanted, had purchased a good deal of peppermint candy on a Hogsmeade trip and had elected to tie on a ribbon before handing it out, at random, in the halls. Their spontaneous gift-giving decision had been a success, with people awarding them smiles and gratitude, and though the two of them had gravitated towards slightly different social circles they still kept their tradition alive. One of them would buy the peppermint, the other would by the ribbon (this alternated each year) and then they'd meet in the Hufflepuff commons, where they'd tie the ribbon on, talk about how their year was going and probably have a couple (okay, maybe four) mugs of hot cocoa.
With thoughts of that annual meeting in mind and a determination to seek out and purchase those peppermint candies at the forefront of his thoughts, he didn't realize he was going to stumble into someone until a second too late. The snow and icy ground didn't do well, at all, for such meetings and so when Booth slipped and fell afterwards, his eyes growing comically big and his smile shifting into an O, with it's surprise, he felt the impact rattle all the way up his spine. Recovering took a second...two...but absurdly enough the first thing out of his mouth was:
"Ugh, okay there?"
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