Post by Neville Longbottom on Oct 14, 2011 21:20:58 GMT
Character Quote: (Doesn’t have to be from the books or films)
Name: Michael Spyre
Age: 11
OC or Canon: OC
Year in Hogwarts: First year
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Wand: 10", Cedar, Dragon heartstring
Strongest class at Hogwarts: Defense against the Dark Arts
Physical Description: Michael is a little shorter than most boys and has messy brown hair. He has hazel eyes and a splash of freckles on his face.
Uniform: Messy and unkept. Shirts always untucked and robes rather large for his size.
Picture:
The fourth one from the front of the Slytherin table.
Family: Robert Spyre and Cynthia Grace
Personality: Michael is an independent and easily annoyed boy. He likes to be by himself and snaps a lot at people. He has a very short-temper and usually wears a scowl on his face. Although once you get to know him, he can be a bit of a softie.
History: Michael's father was an ordinary muggle while his mother was a pure blooded witch. When he was little, his father would always try to make him do things ordinary boys would do. But he enjoyed listening to his mother tell zany stories about the Wizarding world and watching her do magic instead. When he was about six years old, though, his mother died of sickness. From that point on he grew into a bitter person, his soul getting darker and darker. He began to avoid others more often, much to his father's worry.
When he started to show signs of being a wizard, that only increased his dad's nervousness. But when he recieved a letter from Hogwarts, his dad insisted he go. He wanted Michael to be around kids like him, to get friends. Michael didn't want to go to Hogwarts at all, resenting the idea of leaving home. But he was later persuaded to go. Michael was sorted into Slytherin, the Sorting Hat mostly seeing his anger towards most things.
Sample: Michael sat in the common room, feet propped up on the coffee table. He had his arms crossed as he stared bitterly at the ceiling. He probably was supposed to be in class but he didn't care. He didn't want to be here, to learn here. All he wanted was to go back home. He missed his mom, even his dad. The world was an evil place, it had taken his mother away. It had turned its back on him, and now he was turning his back on it.
Name: Michael Spyre
Age: 11
OC or Canon: OC
Year in Hogwarts: First year
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Wand: 10", Cedar, Dragon heartstring
Strongest class at Hogwarts: Defense against the Dark Arts
Physical Description: Michael is a little shorter than most boys and has messy brown hair. He has hazel eyes and a splash of freckles on his face.
Uniform: Messy and unkept. Shirts always untucked and robes rather large for his size.
Picture:
The fourth one from the front of the Slytherin table.
Family: Robert Spyre and Cynthia Grace
Personality: Michael is an independent and easily annoyed boy. He likes to be by himself and snaps a lot at people. He has a very short-temper and usually wears a scowl on his face. Although once you get to know him, he can be a bit of a softie.
History: Michael's father was an ordinary muggle while his mother was a pure blooded witch. When he was little, his father would always try to make him do things ordinary boys would do. But he enjoyed listening to his mother tell zany stories about the Wizarding world and watching her do magic instead. When he was about six years old, though, his mother died of sickness. From that point on he grew into a bitter person, his soul getting darker and darker. He began to avoid others more often, much to his father's worry.
When he started to show signs of being a wizard, that only increased his dad's nervousness. But when he recieved a letter from Hogwarts, his dad insisted he go. He wanted Michael to be around kids like him, to get friends. Michael didn't want to go to Hogwarts at all, resenting the idea of leaving home. But he was later persuaded to go. Michael was sorted into Slytherin, the Sorting Hat mostly seeing his anger towards most things.
Sample: Michael sat in the common room, feet propped up on the coffee table. He had his arms crossed as he stared bitterly at the ceiling. He probably was supposed to be in class but he didn't care. He didn't want to be here, to learn here. All he wanted was to go back home. He missed his mom, even his dad. The world was an evil place, it had taken his mother away. It had turned its back on him, and now he was turning his back on it.
