Post by Chase Williams on Aug 12, 2009 16:57:39 GMT -8
it's time to show you what i'm all about,
,Chase Williams !?
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,Chase Williams !?
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get up, let's see what you're made of
the basics
the basics
Character Name: Chase Williams
Alias: He only wants to be called Chase, really, though people commonly call him by his last name, Williams.
Birthday: April 18th
Age: 16
Orientation: Heterosexual
House: Ravenclaw
Patronus: Jackal. Who knows why exactly, it's a clever creature though.
Wand: Apple, 12 inch pheonix feather core.
Playby: Ryan Taylor
bring it on; you know i'm not afraid
the secrets
the secrets
Likes:
+Cold Weather
+Coffee
+Sweets
+Muggle Music
+Girls, girls, and more girls, of course.
+Potions, for some bizarre reason.
Dislikes:
+Hot, humid weather.
+Bland, tasteless foods.
+Diseases
+Thunder storms/rain
+Water all together
Strengths:
+He's got common sense on is side. Chase tends to think before he acts.
+Potions, of course. Usually, someone's favorite subject is their best. This is definately the case with Chase.
+You could say he's composed, it's rather difficult to get him to show his emotions. He's never a good target for pranks.
Weaknesses:
+Chase is rather soft spoken. He doesn't usually speak unless spoken to. Even then, he says all that is needed and nothing more.
+He's a hypocrite and even knows that himself. Truly, he can't help it. Some annoyances to him are things he does himself.
+Strange enough, Chase is horrible with animals. No, he doesn't have anything against them, but for some bizarre reason most creatures loathe him.
Boggart: A snake. Sure, it's common, but Chase is terrified of them.
Amorentia:
+Fresh ground coffee beans.
+Birch or Cedar fire.
+Fresh baked vanilla cookies.
Hair:
His hair is sort of a chestnut color, or sandy-brown. It's rather thin, but not too much so, a cut closer to his scalp. Hair does some down to his eyes in a jagged cut, the rest just touches his ears.
Eyes:
Chase has typical almond shaped eyes, with a greenish-blue hue. It looks closer to a dull blue though, which is what he considers the color himself.
Appearance:
Chase thinks perfectly well of himself. Sure, the boy could care a less about his appearance, so he's perfectly pleased with how he looks. He grew up being called handsome by his rather proud mother, so he knows he's not the ugliest kid on the block. Even if it came from his mother.
Body:
He has more of a lanky build, a stick really. Both his face and his frame are thin, he doesn't hold much shape. He's about 5'9 in height, not too tall.
never give up when the going gets rough
the history
the history
Mother: His mother is commonly known as Anna, though as a child she was called Anna-Marie. For some strange reason she wasn't too found of her name, and cut it short. Of course, She's Chase's one and only mother. He's actually rather close to her, one of the only people he opens up to. The have a lot in common, she's the one who brought the wizard blood into the family. She was a half-blood, actually. Now, she works as a seamstress, she didn't follow into a magic profession. She does use magic to help her work, though.
Father: Henry Williams is his name, the man almost never home. Naturally, Chase doesn't share a close bond with his muggle of a father for a variety of reasons. They don't share the bond of magic, or the bond of anything really, these two have nothing in common. And working as an on the spot reporter for a muggle paper, he's almost always out looking for the latest story. Not much to this man.
Siblings: Chase has a younger sister, Annabel Williams, who is only ten. Because of the age difference, these two aren't considered two peas in a pod, but Chase will stand up for his sister. She's important to his life, and he's proud of her. Sure, Chase thinks she can be a brat at times, but what ten year-old girl isn't? Chase is rather thankful he'll be in his seventh year when his sister enters Hogwarts.
Background:
Chase didn't show many signs of magic at a young age, being his composed self his emotions didn't cause any bizarre occurrences. Both parents were fearful Chase wouldn't be accepted into Hogwarts and follow in his mother's footsteps. Then word came of another Williams, his mother was pregnant with his younger sister. Chase was perhaps hopeful his sister would be like him, showing no absolute signs of magic. But when Annabel was born, she showed signs of magic as soon as her personality developed. Unfortunately, both parents were extremely doubtful Chase would ever be accepted.
His eleventh birthday came to all with a mighty surprise, the letter of acceptance into Hogwarts. Both of Chase's parents were elated, buying the best supplies their muggle paychecks would buy. He practiced all he good, reciting short simple spells his mother taught him. He was overjoyed at his sudden change of fate, he had received the magic gene. Chase boarded the express highly hopeful, and for good reasons.
In his first year, Chase mostly kept to himself, his friends were only those who ventured to speak to him. Thankfully, his grades made up for his lack of friends, and after being sorted into Ravenclaw, he excelled in his classes. Of course, this gave him a variety of cruel names, causing less and less people take the time to talk to him.
His second year came and he heard the tales of the Chamber of Secrets. He didn't seem too phased, he felt secure being half-blood. Still, Chase felt a mighty bit relieved when he heard the tale of how the famous Harry Potter defeated the great Basklisk.
Third year was basically the same as the previous two, secluding himself from his classmates. At times Chase did make an attempt to speak to others, there was safety in numbers. Especially with that Sirius Black running around. Most of his attempts failed, but Chase did have a few friends. He was still doing well in classes, making both of his parents proud.
Fourth year was rather dull for Chase, the Tri-wizard tournament was the only fascinating thing. He did make a few more friends while rooting for the boy who lived.
Fifth year was same as always, though Chase had the pressure of the upcoming O.W.L.S on his shoulders. Being the avid worker he was, he excelled in all of his classes, scoring top marks. Funny, those cruel names were coming back. Still, his family was proud and that was all Chase truly cared about.
Basically, Chase’s school years were all rather dull, even with the variety of deadly occurrences that ensued. Most of his time was spent in the library and common room, well free time at least. Occasionally he did venture off the grounds with his few friends. Sure, Chase enjoyed his previous years, he was perfectly comfortable where he was at.
i'll show you there's nothing that i can't do
behind the scenes
behind the scenes
Player:
Age: Goose(:
Contact: Just ask and I'll tell ya.
Anything Else: Umm.. No.?
RP Sample:
Completely different character for a completely different genre. I fished it out of another forum I'm in.
Gagging, the boy coughed up a rather rubbery piece of chicken, the foul, chewed up meat finding its way back to the plate. The food was disgusting, the meat tasted as if it had only been half way cooked. And the light pink juices the meat soaked up by the chicken suggested the cooks had marinated the chicken in it's own liquids.
Coughing up the remaining of the meat onto his sagging paper plate, Basil knew if he didn't hurry the thin plate would rip in two. And frankly, Basil would refuse to clean that mess up. Really, they didn't even bother trying to make the meat edible. No herbs or spices could be seen, and the pinkish liquid looked even more revolting.
Not wanting to vomit the edible part of his meal, Basil scurried to stand, cautiously lifting his plate. The liquids sloshed around, threatening to drip down the length of his arm.
His brows furrowed as he approached the trash can two other boys already stood around. "S'cuse me." He muttered, maneuvering around the two males and dropping the meat into the bin. After glancing at the contents of the trash, Basil had seen the others had done the same.
"What meat did you get?" Basil asked, his brows arching as he spotted remainders of the meat on his hands. Without a napkin, Basil looked desperately around for something to wipe his contaminated digits on. "And do you still have a napkin, by any chance?"
Basil still found it rather disgusting to wipe his own hands on his own clothes especially considering he was wearing one of his last somewhat clean white tee-shirts. No, Basil wanted this one to last. At this point, it wasn't his best idea to wear it to dinner.
And his jeans, well Basil wasn't one with too many pairs of jeans, and he didn't want the liquid to burn a hole in one of his few pairs.
The pink, hazardous liquids on his hand reminded him of the foul taste in his mouth, and Basil began to cough furiously. His stomach was churning, his face loosing its olive toned color. It was Salmonella, he just knew it, though the boy couldn’t help but wonder if it was still too early for the symptoms to occur. Perhaps it was just the tainted taste in his mouth that was causing this to arise, Basil always had a weak stomach. Without thinking, Basil acted on a line of desperation, quickly taking the bottled water and utensil package off the tray of a passing boy. Poor idiot, he had gotten the meat too, but Basil didn’t care enough at the moment to warn him. Instead, he ripped open the plastic that held a spoon, a fork, a straw, and a napkin, taking the necessary paper product and handing the others back to the boy.
With his hands a clean as could be, Basil took a long swig from the bottle, washing the remaining contents of meat down and into his stomach. Even though the liquid was much warmer then room temperature, Basil shivered as the water flowed down, imagining the half raw meat finding its way through his digestive track. And with that small, sickening thought, Basil shuddered again. His now pale face slowly turned the slightest bit green, and the filling audience in the cafeteria began to murmur in unison. Each held a pair of eyes that flickered to their plate with a revolted look, each standing one by one. They made their way to the trash can, still whispering amongst themselves. Only the loud voice of the cook silenced the air.
“That, was not me!” He bellowed, stepping out from behind the serving counter. He shook a spatula at a female who rolled her eyes, doubting the man was telling the truth. And with the rest, she held half-cooked meat in her hands, and was making her way to a trash bin. “Don’t believe me miss!” He called, the rotund, Spanish man looking fervently at his customers. Sadly enough, the man was the only cook in the small cafeteria, except a small, lowly man that was in charge of cutting up the vegetables.
Coughing up the remaining of the meat onto his sagging paper plate, Basil knew if he didn't hurry the thin plate would rip in two. And frankly, Basil would refuse to clean that mess up. Really, they didn't even bother trying to make the meat edible. No herbs or spices could be seen, and the pinkish liquid looked even more revolting.
Not wanting to vomit the edible part of his meal, Basil scurried to stand, cautiously lifting his plate. The liquids sloshed around, threatening to drip down the length of his arm.
His brows furrowed as he approached the trash can two other boys already stood around. "S'cuse me." He muttered, maneuvering around the two males and dropping the meat into the bin. After glancing at the contents of the trash, Basil had seen the others had done the same.
"What meat did you get?" Basil asked, his brows arching as he spotted remainders of the meat on his hands. Without a napkin, Basil looked desperately around for something to wipe his contaminated digits on. "And do you still have a napkin, by any chance?"
Basil still found it rather disgusting to wipe his own hands on his own clothes especially considering he was wearing one of his last somewhat clean white tee-shirts. No, Basil wanted this one to last. At this point, it wasn't his best idea to wear it to dinner.
And his jeans, well Basil wasn't one with too many pairs of jeans, and he didn't want the liquid to burn a hole in one of his few pairs.
The pink, hazardous liquids on his hand reminded him of the foul taste in his mouth, and Basil began to cough furiously. His stomach was churning, his face loosing its olive toned color. It was Salmonella, he just knew it, though the boy couldn’t help but wonder if it was still too early for the symptoms to occur. Perhaps it was just the tainted taste in his mouth that was causing this to arise, Basil always had a weak stomach. Without thinking, Basil acted on a line of desperation, quickly taking the bottled water and utensil package off the tray of a passing boy. Poor idiot, he had gotten the meat too, but Basil didn’t care enough at the moment to warn him. Instead, he ripped open the plastic that held a spoon, a fork, a straw, and a napkin, taking the necessary paper product and handing the others back to the boy.
With his hands a clean as could be, Basil took a long swig from the bottle, washing the remaining contents of meat down and into his stomach. Even though the liquid was much warmer then room temperature, Basil shivered as the water flowed down, imagining the half raw meat finding its way through his digestive track. And with that small, sickening thought, Basil shuddered again. His now pale face slowly turned the slightest bit green, and the filling audience in the cafeteria began to murmur in unison. Each held a pair of eyes that flickered to their plate with a revolted look, each standing one by one. They made their way to the trash can, still whispering amongst themselves. Only the loud voice of the cook silenced the air.
“That, was not me!” He bellowed, stepping out from behind the serving counter. He shook a spatula at a female who rolled her eyes, doubting the man was telling the truth. And with the rest, she held half-cooked meat in her hands, and was making her way to a trash bin. “Don’t believe me miss!” He called, the rotund, Spanish man looking fervently at his customers. Sadly enough, the man was the only cook in the small cafeteria, except a small, lowly man that was in charge of cutting up the vegetables.
it's so close, i can almost taste it
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
Parts by Lynns
choosetheside.proboards.com
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
Parts by Lynns
choosetheside.proboards.com
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