Post by Westley Walters on Feb 16, 2013 19:34:08 GMT -5
Application for "Character"
The Basics:
Nation: New Zealand
Name of Character: Westley Walters
Age: 18
Gender: Male?
Country of origin: New Zealand
Blood status: Halfblood [Wizard-Veela]
School:
House: Gryffindor
Year: First
Job Prospective: Unsure
Subjects:
✚ Care of Magical Creatures
✚ Defense Against the Dark Arts
✚ Herbology
✚ Potions
✚ Charms
Quidditch?: Yes, Beater
Appearance:
Eyes: Emerald
Hair: Mahogany
Other features: He looks petite, and delicate, the Veela blood giving him a rather androgynous appearance and confusing many on their first meeting
Character Background:
Likes:
✔ Quidditch
✔ Animals
✔ The Ocean
✔ 'Family'
✔ Pranks
Dislikes:
✖ Boasting egotistical people
✖ Pussyfooting around an issue
✖ Drab and dreary weather
✖ Loud rowdy people
✖ Things that are too planned.
Personality: Westley seems soft spoken and reserved, as most Kiwi are thought to be, his masculinity overlooked at times. His country is considered the Canada of the southern hemisphere, Australia considered loud and rowdy in comparison. He comes across as emotionally detached, rarely taking anything personally and staying level headed in even the most stressful of situations. It is his mentality that anything and everything can be done with his own two hands and a little bit of effort, preferring to get his hands dirty than to stand idly off to the sidelines gaping. Even with his sweet face, when one of his beloved 'family' are unhappy, or when an individual sets him off somehow, he flies into an savage rage. He often teases those close to him, finding it more personal and respectful than to someone he does not know well, it is an easy sign to tell if he enjoys an individual's company. His sense of humor can be slightly crude, and rather blunt, often skipping to the punchline without holding the suspense. If an individual tried to pussyfoot their way around a problem while speaking to him it is rather likely that he would punch them right in the jaw, preferring to be told outright and without any verbal cushioning. Always he is impulsive, not placing much planning into his actions and how they will effect the future, simply enjoying the thrill of the moment. Personal boundaries he does not brood on, it not uncommon for him to just walk over and take food off of someone else's plate, or waltz into their home unannounced. All in all he is direct, facing an issue dead on without any fear of what would come from a confrontation.
Pet?: Yes. A small scops owl named Kiwi who spends most of his time perched atop his head.
Background: Westley was born from the union of a Veela and a Wizard, his father having spent time in New Zealand on business and the two doing what two consensual adults do. His father being married already returned to the UK, not at the time having any idea that he had impregnated the creature.
Having no interest or need for children he was dropped by a group home, living there until the age of five with little knowledge of his magical heritage.It was then that his father returned, having found out about his bastard child's existence, and taking responsibility for it.
The man took him back to England with him, placing him under the care of his children and his wife, who while scorned by the betrayal did still accept the child with open arms. It was there that he lived until he received his letter from Hogwarts, schooled at home by his new mother along with the rest of his half siblings until they reached the schooling age.
He was a little more civil as a child, not as open as he became by spending less time at home and more time out and with other people. The hat had originally sorted him into Hufflepuff, the boy's young mind too confused to pinpoint a specific trait directly.
Slowly his personality began to develop, becoming more and more independent and headstrong, not rebelling but simply finding his own interests. No longer was he the meek child who nearly pissed himself at the sorting, he was reckless and hopelessly impulsive. Who knew what he would do next...
Relations with other characters:
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Sample:
[From the application sample used for Fight or Flight]
Westley started up the hill home, long tucked out from a full of rugby on the beach. It had been another one of those days, where everything seemed to come out just right from absolutely nothing. It had all started with a little early morning tiki tour through the woods and down to the beach, his work having been shoved aside once again for later. The particular later he did not dwell on, it would come in its own time, and pass just the same whether he had gotten it done or not. Politics were nowhere near as exciting as exploring the island for the umpteenth time, when would his boss learn...
Yet once he had arrived at the beach the Kiwi had come across a few boys kicking around a ball and he had instantly joined in, the game quickly growing as more people wandered down aimlessly on a morning stroll. As the day progressed onward the game had only grown bigger, a few nice individuals bringing down large packed lunches for the lot of them. It was wonderful, so many people coming and going, the idle chatter pleasant and a few adventurous teenagers breaking off with a mate and heading into the woods for a snog. But soon as the day drew on they stopped coming, the people continuing to trickle away back to their homes for the night. Then he was alone on the beach, and then it was empty, Westley having already started to head home.
As he walked he fiddled with his phone, checking it for any new messages and finding it just as empty as when he had awoken. He had to admit to being rather disappointed, trailing off into the woods for a day was sure to be something that would be noticed, especially by his boss. Yet no one seemed to even mind it. They all were rather busy, yet he would have thought it would have been noticed. It was better this way though he supposed, no one to lecture him on being lazy or something like that. Sighing he ate some leftovers from the fridge and crawled into bed, his sheep already waiting for him nestled up under the blankets. "Cheers" he chattered to it while he wrapped his arms about its neck and pressed a cheek to its nose gently.
It felt like he had been asleep for only a few seconds when he was woken by his phone buzzing loudly against the wooden nightstand, Sleepily he slapped his hand to the wood, sloppily searching for the device and pulling it up to his face to read the text. His eyes narrowed from bright light of the screen and he could make out the word that he had been sent. Sheepfucker. Grimacing he thumbed his way over to the menu and paused over the question 'Do you wish to delete this message?'
He hesitated, and eventually chose against it, instead hurriedly typing a response to Australia and going right back to sleep with a smile on his lips 'Beeteater.'
The rest
Anything else you'd like to add:
Country/Timezone: EST
Contact:
Skype: [Sheepy sheep sheep/mel.roze]
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