it's the quiet night that breaks me.

News & Updates

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:43:23 GMT

News: 06.17.09
adozenpapercuts is back online and (more or less) properly updated. It's been about 18 months since I've RPed in any sort of public game, and since I'm pondering applying for one, it occurred to me that I'd better get things updated and spiffed up a bit.

※ Game History, a listing of all prior games & associated characters, has been added.
※ All previous non-archival/nonsense/ooc posts have been privated. OOC blogging still goes down at my LJ. I'm also at Dreamwidth as Banesidhe. Finally, you can find me on Twitter as gamergrrl
※ Disabled comments on most of the main entries and added a Dropbox for questions, etc.
※ Will have to go through my Writing Samples at some point and re-do them, since many of the GJ ones are gone *wince*, and most of my PSL ones are, well, obviously private.
※ As it's been ages since I've read this thing, much less kept up with much of anyone, a friends cut is in definite order. Please make sure and comment if you want to stick around.

Logan - Saved before GJ asplodes again.

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 13:56:20 GMT

About Your Character
Name: Logan
Mutant Name/Alias: Wolverine
Journal: persnickty
Age&Birthday: Unknown age. Unknown Date of Birth. Celebrates Jan 1st.
Powers: Wolverine's mutant ability is a regenrative healing that is nearly off the charts. Wolverine’s natural healing also affords him virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs, as well as resistance to diseases. For, example, it is nearly impossible for him to become intoxicated from drinking alcohol. He has enhanced endurance, superhumanly acute senses and his agility and reflexes are similarly enhanced. His hearing is enhanced in a similar manner, and he is able to recognize people and objects by scent, even if that person or object is hidden. Wolverine can use these enhanced senses to track any creature with an impressive degree of success. In addition, Wolverine’s healing factor slows the effects of the aging process. Although his age is unknown, Wolverine is as healthy and physically fit as a man in his prime.

Wolverine’s skeleton includes six retractable one-foot long bone claws, three in each arm. Wolverine’s entire skeletal structure, including his claws, has been artificially bonded to the nearly indestructible metal Adamantium. As a result, Wolverine’s bones are virtually unbreakable, and his claws are capable of cutting through almost any substance depending on its thickness and the amount of force he can exert.

Additional Abilities: Due to his extensive training as a soldier, and a member of the X-Men, Wolverine is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant, having mastered virtually every fighting style on Earth. He is also a trained expert in multiple types of weapons, vehicles, computer systems, explosives, and assassination techniques, even if he doesn't remember how or why. He smokes cigars, even where he's not supposed to. Wolverine is fluent in many languages, including Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, Lakota, and Spanish; he has some knowledge of French, Thai, and Vietnamese. He is an accomplished rider, if he could actually ever get near enough a horse to ride one, although he does not know how or when he learned.

Power Control: 10
Place of Birth: Unknown
Allegiance: X-men
Team Member/Student: Team Member & Faculty

Phobias&Quirks: Logan prefers to be, when at all possible, outside. Walls make him irritable, especially if he's annoyed or angry about something else (which is quite a bit of the time). He's uncomfortable in hospitals or any sort of medical facility, due to his nightmareish memories of the Weapon X project. Most animals are uneasy around him, sensing his feral nature. He is almost always found with a cigar nearby, even when he is not supposed to be smoking in the mansion. Recent events have given him a definite distate for magnets. If there is a good hockey game on, whoever is in the media room will lose the remote.

Orientation: Straight as a razor. Weakness for redheads.
PB: Hugh Jackman
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 300lbs. (Adamantium skeleton)

Appearance: Logan is on the shorter side of life, but he more then makes up for it with his compact, musclar build. Like his namesake, he is tough, stocky and coiled for action. His enhanced senses give him animalistic mannerisms, and his reflexes make him surprising quick and agile on his feet despite his bulky weight and build. Longish black hair is usually swept back and up, long sideburns accent the stubborn jut of his jaw and stubble usually hides the cleft in his chin. He has sharp blue eyes that are known for their killing glances. He tends to dress casually even when the occasion calls for otherwise, most comfortable in jeans and a worn t-shirt. He wears a pair of dog tags with him everywhere.

Personality: Logan is a hard nut to crack. He's reluctant to let people in and makes it hard for others to get under his tough exterior. He has a temper, and it tends to explode in violence more often then not. He shoots from the hip and acts first, then asks questions. Unfortunately, he's usually shredded anyone that might have had information. He's abrasive, caustic, sarcastic and on most occasions, deliberately obnoxious. Yet people still seem to want to keep him around. Probably because once he commits to someone, in his way, he is unshakable in his loyalty and will give every last breath to defend them. He is protective and chivalrous in a rough way. He looks after those he's taken under his wing. Jean's death has rocked him to the core, changing him in ways even he doesn't understand yet, but it's made him more committed, more reliable then he was before and perhaps even stablized his temper a tad.

History: Logan does not remember his past, including when or where he was born. Tests run can not even estimate his age due to his regenerative mutant abilities. The memories he does have start nearly thirty years prior, waking up naked and alone in the wild. Anything before that is fragmented and nightmareish, tainted by the duress he was put under the Weapon X program. He has learned that he was part of the enhancement program run by Stryker, along with Sabretooth and Yuriko Oyama but he escaped and freed several of the program's other prisoners including Sabretooth. He spent some years living almost completely feral.

He decided to take up the search to find something about his lost life, coming across various clues and strangers who seemed to know him. Logan ended up searching for the 'Lion's Head' bar trying to find a woman he was photographed with years before. There he encountered an amnesiac Asian woman, whom he later learned was an undercover cop who had infiltrated a Japanese crime ring. This led to a confrontation with the Silver Samurai, a Japanese mutant with a charged-up sword. After helping the cop finish her case, he ended up in Canada.

Logan began to fight in cage matches to make money, and it was there that he ran into a young runaway Rogue. Rogue saw him pop his claws against a sore loser who wanted his money back. Logan left the bar and headed out of town, his identity as a mutant blown. When he stopped alonside the road, he smelled Rogue in his truck's trailer and threw her out, but then relented and stopped for her. They didn't get far before being attacked by Sabretooth, but fortunately they were both rescued by the X-Men.

He was taken back to the mansion, where he first set eyes on Jean Grey and lost his heart for the first time he remembered in his long life. Unfortunately she was already spoken for in the form of the uptight Scott Summers. He resent Cyclops for having got the girl, even if he'd just met her, not to mention Scott's condescending attitude. Xavier searched Logan's mind for some clue to his past, promising him help to find the answers he sought. Nightmares followed and after an unfortunate accident involving Rogue claws and a transferred healing factor, he awoke to find her gone. Feeling responsible for the young woman, he went after her. Logan tried to stop Magneto from taking her but was outmatched by Magneto, who simply magnetized his adamantium bones and threw him away. Then Logan joined the X-Men to battle Magneto and save Rogue. After allowing Rogue to take his healing factor, his multiple wounds re-opened and he nearly died. Professor Xavier then directed Logan to Alkali Lake as a starting point for his search for his past.

Logan found nothing at Alkali Lake except ruins, and returned to the Xavier Institute. While he initially didn't plan on staying long, Stryker's attack on the school forced him to go on the run with Rogue, Bobby and John. Stryker hinted that Wolverine was a volunteer for the enhancement program and had a dark history of his own, but this could have been a complete lie, Logan had no way of knowing for sure.

Upon returning to Alkali Lake, to rescue several captured students as well as Scott and Professor Xavier, Wolverine found Stryker chained to an aircraft and refused his pleas for help even though it meant the secrets of his past would be lost. Following Jean's self-sacrifice, Wolverine remained at the mansion for Jean's funeral, then agreed to sub for Cyclops in a Danger Room training sessions for junior X-Men. The events surrounding Jean Grey's return and Scott and Professor Xavier's subsequent death rocked Logan as he realized these people had come to mean something to him, despite his determination to not let people get close to him. He also realized he was the only one who would be able to stop Dark Phoenix by taking Jean Grey's life, which he did with much regret and heartbreak.

Now he's made his home at the Academy and is helping Storm to run the school, although it sometimes chafes at him and he's known to disappear into the woods on the school property for days at a time. He remains close to Rogue, concerned about her and her choice to rid herself of her powers. He is thankfully not teaching art, but physical training, self defense, and Japanese, which he has discovered is one of several languages he evidently speaks fluidly, although he has no idea why. There are still questions he has about his past and answers he wishes he had, but for now, he is content to wait. His past isn't going anywhere and right now, the future is more important.

The Struggle: Whaddya want from me? A statement? My statement is this: Fuck with the kids or the school or the X-men and you deal with me. They're good people. Mutants ain't monsters. But I just might be.

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Fri, 14 Dec 2007 10:33:05 GMT

A . D O Z E N . P A P E R C U T S
a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. all my books are lying useless now.

M A I N . C O N T E N T S

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Who Are You, And What Is This?

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 04:01:10 GMT

This Journal Is . . .
This journal is my character development journal, my muses' space such as it is, and these posts are basically self-advertisement, as well as information for people who RP with me or are considering doing so. It's where I keep information about how I RP, what I like, my personal style, fandoms, games, characters, and what I don't like. It's also where memes, stories, and anything else designed to develop my characters are stored. It is not meant to be derisive toward anyone whose style of play doesn't match up with my own - it's merely a tool to save me and anyone I play with the time it would take to find out later, when things come up in play. Any questions can be emailed to posy.wench @ gmail.com, or I can be contacted on AIM at goldfishgirl76.

I Am . . . .
I am a long-time RPer (going on 10 years), a self-professed geek, and an insane collector of useless (according to some)memorobilia, gadgets and daggers. I have played in many different forms, including AIM, journal format (greatestjournal/livejournal), forum (PBP), email (PBeM), IRC and through various online games (chiefly World of Warcraft). I have been a player, a moderator, and a world designer in a number of games and like to think I understand what makes a good game, good characters, and a good time. I am easily obsessed with shiny shows, movies, and books and have a healthy love of a number of different fandoms, many of which I enjoy RPing in. I will chat with almost anyone once I get over my inital shyness and love chatting about RP or fandom. I do indeed play out smutty scenes with people I know and like, but that requires a degree of mutual respect and knowing the character AND the player.

A few related sites that may prove of interest:
•Tygress @ LJ: The Mun behind it all
•My Graphics/Icons Journal: Including PB's and biopics.
•My Wiki: An archive of a few RP projects and my WoW characters, which I do not archive here. </i>
•I also have the usual myspace/flickr/facebook etc but those are all linked through my LJ and are not RP related, so I'm not going to bother listing them here.

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Speaking of credit, I couldn't have gotten this all together in such a neat orderly fashion without the help of thebodypolitic who took the idea of a CDJ and ran with it into pure genius. Once again, I am in awe.

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Character Dev: Dead Letters - LaR (Parvati, Michael & Greg)

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:31:48 GMT

These were orignally posted on my writing journal for lack of anywhere else to put them :) Rereading them now, I should so rewrite them. Seems ironic now.

Originally posted @ 2004-08-20 22:15:00

The idea of this is of course goinked from my dear wifey, Adena.

Dead Letters. Letters to those most beloved in one's life, to be read after one's demise.

That said.. Here are my LaR kid's dead letters.

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Parvati Patil

Dear Padma,

If I never told you enough, the most important thing for you to know is how much I loved being your sister and how much more special it made it that I was your twin.

We shared the same womb and for those first several years we shared the same life. We were inseperable, switching places as easily as I can switch my mind about a pair of shoes. We had loving parents and we had each other and we didn't need anything else. When we first came to Hogwarts, I resented it, all of it, for seperating us. Away from our home, our parents and then the Sorting Hat put us in different Houses. I see now what a wise decision it was. We needed to be different people, have seperate lives or we would have made each other even more crazy then we did.

I know the last few years have been especially hard on you Padma. You lost Daddy, who loved his little bookworm, and you lost Mum in her insane favortism of me and her refusal to see the truth. And I think you thought you lost me as well. You didn't. I just lost myself.

I didn't deal well with Daddy's death. I see that now. But I thought I needed to be strong. Mum was falling apart and you were so deep in your books and your grief, that it felt like you were doing the grieving for both of us, Padma. We were twins, so maybe in a way, you were. You suffered all the pain and I put on the mask and let everyone think we were ok. I should have shared the burden, sister. I'm sorry for that.

My being with Draco probably didn't help matters any, but I can't tell you how much it meant to me that you were at least willing to try, to give me a chance to be happy. And I was, Padma. I was the happiest I've been since Daddy's death when I was with Draco. That's probably the reason for what I did what I did. That, and I believed, believed right up to the end, that by his side is where I belonged. As yous sister, I beg you to not believe what you may hear about him, and trust that he was a man I was proud to love, and that I truly, deeply believe that you would have grown to see that if this damn war had given us half a chance.

No matter what you think of my choices or the consequences of them, know that I never regretted anything, most especially and importantly- being your sister. I love you Padma. I know that if you had gone first, part of my heart would be gone. Know that I'm carrying part of yours, waiting and keeping it safe. I'll always be there with you, just look in the mirror and smile.

I love you, heart of my heart,
Parvati-
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Dear Mum,

I don't know if you're in any condition to read this, or if you'll even understand it. I hope you are. I hope you're back with us, the strong, lovely, fiercely protective Mother I remember. I leave it to Padma to decide if you can handle the truth.

No matter everything that's happened since Daddy died, no matter the terror and the worry that I've felt about what to do, no matter how angry I became at myself for the helplessness I felt about you, I was always proud you were my Mother, and I loved you with everything I had. I still do.

I hope I made you and Daddy proud. Know that I always followed my heart, and stayed true to the things you taught me and Padma growing up. Padma is the other half of me, Mum. Look after her, she needs you now more then ever.

Your loving daughter,
Parvati

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Dearest Matty,

Yes Draco, that's you. I don't know if I ever got up the courage to call you that, but it's how I thought of you sometimes, especially as I watched you sleep beside me. All blond heat and cool grey eyes, beautiful long fingers and a mouth that made me shiver. My true first and my only love.

You might be rather brassed at me currently, especially if you figure if I'd just stayed put, stayed safe, I'd still be ok. That whole locking me up in the closet didn't work. Really, love, you didn't think it would, did you? My place was by your side, Draco, whether you wanted to admit it, or not.

If you're reading this, then something's gone horribly wrong and that is just a right pisser. I never planned on my going first. I rather relished the idea of being the tragic abandoned lover for a bit until the novelty wore off, at which point I was going to eagerly cast aside the mortal existance in favor of coming after your arse in the afterlife.

Obviously, the gods were not in on my little plan. I probably either did something incredibly stupid, or terrifically brave, although I imagine you think the two are interchangable. I hope that if I went, I at least did so with some semblance of pride and I didn't shame you. Look after Padma for me, even if she doesn't want it.

Grandstanding aside- Don't put yourself out on vengence or any other nonsense. Don't make my death mean nothing by becoming a morose git, either. Remember how much fun we had, how completely and utterly you corrupted my sweet little self, and most importantly, remember how much I love you.

I LOVE DRACO MATHIAS MALFOY. Yes, I said, I'd shout it from the rooftops if I could, while you muttered and made snarky remarks the entire time. Don't you ever let ANYONE, ally, enemy or otherwise EVER tell you that you didn't deserve it. Because you did. Draco, you made me so ridiculously happy, you pulled me out of my bitter walls of grief and self-hate and made me laugh and cry and live again. Not to go terribly sentimental, but you, as impossible and improbable as most found it, were my match in every way. I am glad that we managed to steal some happiness from that in the midst of all this pain.

My last wish for you, Draco my love, is for you to Live. Live long, and well and try very very hard to live happily. Never be afraid to love, Draco, for it is when you are loved, that your true, beautiful, bright soul shines through. You will always be an arrogant git with a razor sharp wit. You are not only a Malfoy, you are a good man. Don't you dare hide it from others, or I will come back to haunt you. I may anyways.

And Draco. I know you love me. I've always known. Thank you.

With all my Love, Your little Gryffindor,
Parvati

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Michael Corner

Mum and Dad,

First of all. I'm sorry. Sorry I went off and didn't tell you where or when or how. Sorry that you've lost both your children, and sorry that I've broken your hearts all over again. It sure wasn't what I planned.

I guess your real question though is why? I could cite the easy answer and say it needed to be done, or someone had to do it, or something equally inane. I could be stupendously sentimental and say I did it for Janey's sake, but she'd likely think it was just as dumb as you do.

Simply, I did it because I had too. Because to stay there and do nothing was killing me by inches, until the black deep well of rage and fear and hate was threatening to swallow me whole. Because I couldn't NOT do it and stay sane.

Dad, I know you told me that it wasn't my fault, and logically, you're right. But if I wasn't what I was, if I'd been a Muggle, Janey never would have gotten hurt. Or hell, forget all that and if I'd just minded my own business instead of trying to get Parkinson in trouble. If I'd known she was back there, I could have shielded her. So it is my fault. I know that. Deep down in my bones, I'm the reason Janey died.

I love you both. I'm sorry I didn't come home this time. I hope I at least accomplished some of what I set out to do, put a dent in the enemy. If not, then I'm doubly sorry and twice a fool. If so, then it was worth it. Every little bit was worth it.

Your son,
Michy
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Dear Duck,

First off, you had better go ahead with the plans for the restaraunt. It was a brilliant idea and you deserve the credit for that. Secondly, no matter how angry you are at me right now, no shutting people out because I was an idiot. Especially Zacharias. He needs you, and you need him. You two have something special. Something I admit I think I envied, but in the end, something that inspired me to reach higher for myself then I had before.

I was always a slacker, you know that. But ever since I woke up and found my whole world upside down, there's been something inside me, gnawing at me, trying to eat me alive. Guilt, rage, madness, I don't know. All I know is that sitting there behind those walls was only making it worse. I had to try, Susan. I hope you understand that. I had to try. I couldn't be the slacker anymore. I had to do something. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I hate keeping secrets from you, but I couldn't let you think your nightmares would come true. I wasn't falling off my broom, duck, I was falling into madness.

Everyone has been so good to me since then, especially you, but the fact of the matter is, I killed Janey. Not on purpose, of course, but through fate's design, it was my fault. My fault- and His. So despite the protests and the worry I caused, I went and did something about it. I hope I got at least part of it right. If you're reading this, I obviously got part of it wrong, because I fully intended to come home and get severely beaten for being so brilliantly stupid. I should have hung around and let some of Potter's uncanny luck for surviving stupid capers rub off on me.

I don't have many regrets. The one I do have is causing you any pain. Duck, don't be sad, please. Lean on those that love you, there are so many that do. Love your husband and tell him everything, including those fears of yours that keep you awake and put the shadows I see in your eyes. Keep an eye on Orla for me, and make sure Devan recoups the Ravenclaw House pride. Celebrate the good times, and the joy of flying free in the air. I'm up there, somewhere, flying free forever.

Fight the good fight, Susan. Not because you have too, but because it's the right thing to do. You're braver and stronger then you think.

With Love,
Master Mysterious

P.S. Smith... Zacharias- If you love her half as well as she loves you, I don't need to worry about coming back and haunting you. And you do. I see it. She's my best friend and always will be, but she's YOUR wife. I therefore won't waste my ink telling you to take care of her, you will. My only regret is that we didn't get a chance to become friends for her benefit- and our own.

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Gregory Goyle

Dear Draco,

Just so we're clear on one thing. You're a git. Nothing is ever going to change that.

You're also my best friend. Nothing can change that either. You and Vinnie were a couple of the best mates a bloke could have, even if half the shite we got up too was downright malicious. I'm not going to waste parchment on maudlin rememberances of youth. It's the future that is important now.

I can't imagine getting myself in the middle of things deliberately, the wrath of my wife notwithstanding, so if you're reading this, they either decided to make an example of me, or I've done something truly stupid like fell off a ladder and broke my neck. I rather hope it's the latter.

I hope you make it out of this, Draco. One of us should. Despite everything, you deserve that. Maybe more then most, actually. I hope you make it out, alive and in one piece. I hope you find happiness and I'll admit I hope it's with that Gryff bird of yours, she's a good influence on you. She almost makes you seem like you have some redeeming qualities. I'm glad someone else can see beyond the glittery packaging and girlish fainting spells.

Look after Millie for me. Make sure she doesn't do anything foolish and make sure she doesn't stay too angry at me. And just to saddle you with yet more duty, if we were foolish enough to bring children into the equation, I charge you with their safety. Gorilla arms and all. Good luck, Uncle Draco.

No matter what else you were, Draco, you were a true friend. Merlin keep you well, mate.

Greg-

P.S. If you were the one who killed me, then all bets are off, and you best be prepared to have me haunt your pale ass for the rest of your short-lived life. Because Millie is going to kill you. I forgive you anyways, but don't say you weren't warned.

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My Wife, My Beloved, Millie,

I never wrote you a real love letter. For all my poetry, that's one thing I never seemed to find the time to do. I rather hope it's because I spent more time showing you how much I love you rather then writing about it. Now, however, words on paper is all I have left to give you.

I don't remember the exact moment I fell in love with you, I only knew that one day, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I had the most disturbing dreams, most of which I've gotten to play out, thanks to the loving creativity of my wife. The day I realized you returned those feelings was the second happiest day of my life. The first was the day you married me. Despite all the stress and fear and uncertainty of these last few weeks, I've cherished each day I had with you. I've always figured we were on borrowed time as it was.

I'm sorry that our love didn't get the chance to age and weather the storms of a long life together. I'm sorry I don't get to grow old with you, or watch our children have children. I'm sorry I left you, beloved. More sorry then you can know. I hope you won't stay angry with me for long and I hope you reach down into that core of incredible inner strength that has supported me for so long, and find the courage to go on. I know losing me has been one of your biggest fears. I'm sorry I let it come true.

I never wanted to leave you Millie, you were my reason for going on, for living, for finding hope, for forging my own destiny. YOU were my destiny, Millie and as angry as you are right now for losing me, I'm even angrier for being taken away. I don't go willingly.

Oh Merlin, I love you, woman. I love that sense of humor you keep hidden, that tiny seed of doubt no matter how many times I tell you how beautiful you are, the way you've wrapped yourself aorund my heart and made a home for yourself there. I love everything about you. I would willingly die to keep you safe, but I still resent the death, for it tears me away from the one place in the world I truly belong- with you.
Be safe, be strong, and for my sake, be happy.
I love you always, Millicent.

Greg-

Character Archive: Segrego @ GJ (HP: Trio-Era)

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:23:09 GMT

Name: Sterling Lyn Summersby
Goes By: Lyn to his friends, Sterling to everyone else.
Birthdate:
Age: 16
House: Hufflepuff, 6th Year
Wand: 12" mahogany, with
Pets: A black point Abyssinian named Silver

Skills: Metamorphmagus. Top notch at Transfiguration & Potions. Charms are average. Arithmacy & Runes need major improvement. Good Quidditch Player. His real passion is drama, want's desperately to be an actor or a playwright.

Appearance: Tall, and just on the muscular side of gangly, his strength is that often referred to as whipcord. He has an expressive, animated face. His hair is short and sandy brown and he has deep blue eyes. While not drop dead gorgeus, he's just this side of cute, with an outgoing personality that just adds charm to his overall appearance. He tends to wear Muggle clothes whenever he can and has gotten in trouble more then once for trying to wear a hat to class. His favorite colors to wear are black and gold, unsuprisingly.

Personality: Intense, loyal, personable, melodramatic, animated, can be goofy. He feels the biggest tragedy in life is the inability to laugh at yourself. He loves plays, but hates poetry- unless it's in a play of course. Theater and drama are his obsessions, as well as his ever-expanding collection of hats. Things are very black and white for Sterling, he's had a very difficult time adjusting from his former life to this one. He avoids any discussion of his past life if possible. He has a strange habit of taking the Lord's name in vain as often as possible, having been heard once to say "If my existance is supposed to be a blasphemy, then I may as well make sure it's a thorough one." He avoids confrontations and tends to lapse into quotations when he is uncomfortable. His favorite play is Stoppard's Rosencrantz & Gildenstern Are Dead. He's also fascinated by Norse culture & mythology.

Biography: Sterling was born of a witch mother and Muggle father. When his parents died in a boating accident after his 4th birthday, he was taken to his paternal grandparents to be raised. Devout Christians, bordering on fanatical, they cut off his mother's kin from all access to the child. They did all they could to wipe Sterling's memory of his past, especially his mother. They were determined to raise their grandchild away from the heathen heritage of his mother, who in their eyes, had seduced and bewitched their only son.

They succeded all too well, for Sterling had no clue about his parentage, attributing the occasional strange or unexplained event in his life to coincedence or his imagination. While his magical nature may hve been stifled, he made up for it in creativity. He was putting on one man plays by the time he was 6. He still fondly remembers his first role as the turkey in his first grade Thanksgiving pageant and his over-the-top death scene that stole the show.

No one was more suprised then Sterling the day, soon after his 11th birthday, that a large brown owl swooped down into the living room through an open window, dropped a thick letter in his lap with a hoot and flew out again. While his grandparents began praying and babbling about demon birds, he opened and read the letter that would turn his world upside down.

At first he thought it was some stupid joke- a sick hoax. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardy- what a lame name that was, really. Until his grandparents told him the truth. It was no joke, he was the son of a witch. Half blood of a succubus, to hear his grandparents tell it. As if the shock of his parentage wasn't enough, the elderly couple gave 11 year old Sterling an impossible choice, revealing the bitter anger they'd held in for 11 years. He could stay with his grandparents- embrace his faith and his "Right & True" upbringing, never to mention his mother or her blasphemous ways again- Or he could choose Hogwarts, embrace his heritage and an unknown future among strangers who were worse then heathens in his Grandparents' eyes.

Hurt, confused, angry and most of all stunned by his grandparents cruel turn around, Sterling chose to leave a home now turned hostile and a faith that declared his very existance to be a sin, despite his Grandparent's supposed belief in God being Love. He found himself literally dumped on the doorstep of an uncle he'd never known existed. His mother's brother and his family tried hard to welcome Sterling into the family, but it has been a long struggle for both him and them.

Sterling adapted to his new life, slowly, painfully, with many shocks along the way. In the meantime, he's become something of a card, hamming it up instead of getting upset about things. He gets along well with most other students, is a great talker and will try to connive just about anyone into joining his Hogwarts Drama Club, current membership- one. Hes aware of the war with Voldemort and his fiends, but has a hard time getting an overall big picture sort of perspective on the issue. Having spent the last five years just getting used to Hogwarts and being a Wizard, the idea of having to be out and on his own in two years is downnright terrifying. He's found no replacement for the solace religion once brought him and thus every day feels a little more lost.

War Congregation: Imbelli
Type of Relationship: Het
Possible username: acting_out
Possible PB: Matthew Lilliard
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Sample Journal Entry:

It's been exactly 5 years, 4 months, 12 days and some odd hours since the last time they spoke to me. I tell myself I don't care- on a daily basis. I wonder if I'll ever beleive it? I tell myself it doesn't matter, but it does. Uncle Marck says I need to just forgive and forget (God Damn the irony, the heathens speak of forgiveness while the faithful are unbending), but I can't help wonder why they spent so many years loving and raising me to just turn their back on me. It's been 5 years and it still hurts like it was yesterday.

"Nay, tis not so deep as a well, nor as wide as a church door, but twill do, twill do. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man.."

I dwell too much. I aspire to greatness. I have entirely too much Arithmacy homework left to do and all I want to do is re-read Love's Labour Lost. I wish to all nine levels of hell that I could get a CD player to work in here. Or a TV even. I miss my Star Trek reruns.

'Fascinating, Captain'.
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There are days I wish I could just forget I ever actually WROTE this bio....

Previous journal: litopia
Full Name: Hermione Jane Granger
Goes by: Hermione
Birth date: September 19 , 1980
Age: 16
House: Gryffindor
Wand: 10 inches cherry, core of dragon heart
Pets: Crookshanks, a fluffy ginger cat

Appearance: Tall and slim, just over the gawky phase of puberty, Hermione has finally managed to somewhat tame her bushy hair, although it will never achieve the sleek smoothness so in vogue. Her light brown eyes sparkle with intelligence and fervor for whatever her current passion or obsession is. (although she's occasionally changed her eye color to blue lately, just for fun, you understand..) Her body has finally blossomed into that of a young woman, and it's something she's not all that thrilled about. I mean, what good were bosoms anyways, really?

Personality: Intelligent, outgoing, just a bit on the bossy side and a 100% know-it-all, even more infuriating, because she's usually right, she's become the common sense side to Ron & Harry who are usually elbow deep into whatever sort of trouble they've gotten themselves into.
She's usually very no-nonsense although she's maybe letting a bit of her softer side come out- when she can, although her friendship with Harry and Ron makes that hard.

Biography: Hermione grew up in a Muggle family. Her parents, both dentists are very proud of the witch in the family, are exceptionally supportive, although it's anyone's guess what they tell their friends. They still insist that she deal with life's problems without using quick fixes or short cuts, but Hermione finds herself the better person for it. Her little sister doesn't seem to be showing any tendencies towards witch-hood yet, but she's young yet.

Well on her way to being a prodigal child, going to Hogwarts has helped balance out her life and her interests. Her first year was rather rough, as her know-it-all attitude and bossy ways alienated her from many of her classmates, but her friendship with Harry and Ron helped to mellow her out. She's become more of a helper and less of a rules lawyer in the intervening years, although she still studies more then what any teenager would consider normal.

Now into her 6th year at Hogwarts, Hermione has blossomed into a young woman, who, while still passionate about some subjects, like SPEW, the DA and her ever-continuing quest to get Ron to actually DO his homework rather then copy it, the events of last year have altered her perception of things and she has found her thoughts turning to other things like love, the war, death and the real possibility that something may happen to those she cares about.

A well known advocate for the rights of house-elves, SPEW, while ever close to her bosom has been pushed a bit aside by the more impending threat of Voldemort's return and the ever obvious need of the DA. Recent events have actually, finally convinced her that the house-elves, at least those at Hogwarts truly are happy with their lot. She's started to devote more time to studying wizard law and the rights of those like werewolves, half-giants, merfolk- those that many in the wizard world consider less then deserving of consideration. It goes without saying that she's a brilliant mind, and many wonder if she shouldn't have been in Ravenclaw, but Hermione's heart is as big as her head, leaving her in just the right house.

Hermione's biggest confusion right now comes from the seeming invasion of horomones into her every thought and deed. She finds herself mooning over boys in her house, even over one of her Professors. She's actually caught herself primping a few times in the mirror and over all is pretty well disgusted with her body's seeming betrayal of her head's good sense. Most disturbing of all seems to be her sudden preoccupation with romance, lust and sex. Honestly! It's not like her at all!

Character Archive: La Resistance/Aeternitas @ GJ (HP: Trio-Era)

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:07:14 GMT

Gregory was my first real kid. I had previously picked up Minerva McGonagall, but she was mostly an NPC in the game and I wanted someone that could actually intereact with other students. So I tried the revolutionary thing of playing Goyle. Without Crabbe. And I went one step further and spit all over canon, making him actually intelligent. And cunning. And well... read the bio, you'll see what I mean. He's still in my head and probably my favorite kid of all time.

Formerly @ gargoyle & acting_out @ GJ
+Stats+
Full Name;Gregory Amadeus Goyle
·Goes by; Goyle, Greg or in the rare case of Draco, Gorilla.
·Birthdate; October 31, 1980 ·Age; 18
·Birthplace; London
·Residence; Goyle Estate outside of London, now Hogwarts
·Bloodline; Pureblood
·Family; Wife: Millicent Bulstrode[Deceased] Parents: Father Gladius[Deceased], Mother Rosemary. Siblings: Geoffery[Deceased]
·Friends; Draco & Parvati Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Susan Bones & Zachary Smith[Deceased]
·Wand; 14 inches, Walnut, core of Runespoor Fang [Broken in Last Battle]
·Likes; Russian Vodka, Malfoy-baiting, brooding, writing, Quidditch
·Dislikes; Muggles, Draco's nose, Snape, talking about Millie
·Pets; Black rat, Goliath
·Romance; Recently widowed. No time for that shite.
·Political Alliance; The side of survival.

+Abilities, Personality, Etc+
·Abilities; Intimidation, Bullying, Terrible attempts at charm... and poetry, but it's not wise to tease him about that. Suprisingly gifted at Transfiguration, although he wasn't particularly fond of the class. He was also a fairly good Quidditch Beater for the Slytherin team. These days his abilites stem more along the lines of brooding and making a nuisance of himself.

·Personality; A fairly complex person was lurking under all those layers of gruff exterior and he finally came into his own in his final year at school. He's still fairly tempermental and capable of a beserker rage that sometimes make him wonder if he is indeed destined to be just like his father. However he's also more easy going, vocal and even *gasp* witty at times, although he only tends to trade barbs with those he knows can actually take it.. like Draco. He's not much of a flirt, partly because he doesnt get it, but mostly because he was 100% in love with his wife, Millicent. He still puts up a bit of a front, but he's actually willing to sit and talk with those outside his house now. Muggles still make him itch, though.

·Biography; Growing up in one of the more prominent Pureblood families didn't leave Goyle with a lot lacking in his life. He's pretty much had it all handed to him on a big silver platter with a side of dessert. Lots of dessert. Being bigger then everybody else meant he didn't have to be smarter, so he's scraped by his lessons in Hogwarts, making just passable marks. In the last year however, he bloomed, becoming the person he was meant to be, instead of who his Father expected him to be. He finally decided he was tired of hiding who he was to make other people happy. Seventh year became the year Greg started living for himself.

Goyle has been considered a "gorilla" for most of his life at Hogwarts, nothing more then Draco's sidekick, and until the summer before Seventh Year, he seemed quite content in that role, and never looked further. But the events over the last few years have started to get to him. He is by no means going to turn all goody-two shoes on anyone (He IS a Slytherin after all), but Goyle is beginning to think that maybe there is more to life then being Malfoy's strong arm.

He's actually made a few friends outside his house, including Ron Weasley, Smith and Bones. Susan and Zach especially were really there for he and Millie, something he was amazed at on a continuous basis. Still, Greg does have his prejudices. He just doesn't discuss them as openly as people expect. He managed to sound more like a philopher or a devil's advocate then the highly biased young man he is.

A holiday trip to London in 1999 resulted in a secret elopement between Millie and Greg. The only people who knew were Susan, Zach and Professor Lupin. Greg feared for what his family or the Dark Lord would do to Millie as leverage against him if they found out. The pressure increased as Greg was required to attend a Death Eater meeting and watch his Head of House kill a group of Muggles in order to test a poison for the local water supplies. Then, when he informed his father of his marriage, Goyle Sr. began to exert pressure for Greg and his new wife to join the ranks of the Dark Lord's followers. Draco proved to be a suprising ally, appealing to his father to convince Goyle Sr. that waiting until after Graduation would prove wiser.

Graduation arrived, and Greg knew that things would never be the same. He didn't realize just how right he was. Once the explosions were over and the dust had settled, Greg found his father and brother's bodies with those of the attackers. His worse dilema however, was finding his wife & himself stuck behind the four walls they'd been longing to be free of. He and Millie stayed at Hogwarts, determined to escape the fate that loomed behind them. She took a position as the Professor of Runes and Greg wrote. Their life, their future, was on hold for an entire year.

One year to the day, all hell broke loose again. This time, Greg wasn't so lucky. Millicent was taken by Dementors defending the Slytherin students while Greg was protecting Draco's wife. Souless and a husk, Snape did what he thought needed doing and gave Greg's wife a merciful end. Greg doesn't see it that way.

Greg was knocked out by a complex hex during the battle, woke to find his wife gone and no enemies left to take his anger out on. Instead, he sits in a new flat, nurses his memories instead of a bottle and broods. He's accepted the post of Professor of Transfiguration, and some wonder if perhaps he's entirely fit for the duty. Only time will tell.

Parvati holds a special place in my heart. She was the first character I felt I really GOT, and understood and refused to listen to me anyways. Who did what she wanted, and took me places in RP I never expected. And she was the first character I got to pair with sullensiren, forging a friendship that has transcended games and rp and will last a lifetime, or else.

Parvati was originally played in the floonetwork, which the mods let die. Most of the players who were still active at the time moved their characters to la_resistance. Eventually, that too fell apart and a small core group, who still loved their kids immensely formed a private cooperative writing project, aeternitas.

Formerly found at shallow_pond, & acting_out @ GJ
Stats
·Full Name; Parvati Malfoy (maiden name: Patil)
·Goes by; Parvati, 'Vati (Gryffinwhore by those who dislike her husband)
·Birthdate; June 6th, 1980 ·Age; 19
·Birthplace; Ilfracombe
·Residence; Formerly Hogwarts, now Sussex
·Bloodline; Pureblood
·Family; Husband: Draco Malfoy Parents:Raja [Deceased] & Maya. Siblings: Padma Avani Patil Children: None as of yet, pregnant with twin girls.
·Friends; Lavender Brown, George & Fred Weasley, Gregory Goyle, Anthony Goldstein & Devan Fawcett
·Wand; 10 7/8", sandalwood, flexible, with a bone shard from a Thestral wing.
·Likes; Teasing Draco, talking with Lavender, embroidering & designing clothes, listening to people
·Dislikes; Muggle medicine, Being pregnant, Quidditch, her father-in-law
·Pets; Matty, a blue Abyssinian
·Romance; Married to the one man who's caused more chaos in her life than all the boys she ever dated. And is sickeningly blissful about it.
·Political Alliance; None. Parvati despises the Death Eaters and has very little respect for the Order.

Abilities, Personality, Etc,..
·Abilities: Is fairly good at flying, but much prefers her smuggled flying carpet. They really are so much more attractive anyways ("And who wants to promote that old ugly stereotype anyways! It's not like I'm going to go put a wart on my nose to make some Muggle happy!") She did fairly well in her studies, although she spent most of her school years being distracted by clothes, boys, gossip, boys, makeup and boys. ("Well, really, books are boring!") Parvati can not sing, and although her mother has already told her she has a golden voice, Parvati fears it is her sister who has the true musical talent in the family. She's finally accepted the fact her talents lay elswhere. Fortunately, as far as she is concerned, her real ralent lays in fashion. Robes, shoes, hair styles, make-up -You name it, she knows it. She's even gone so far to study up a bit on Muggle fashion ("Not that it makes any sense, but one should at least LOOK good when dressing like them!") SHe does have an uncanny gift for drawing, which works out well in her ambitions to become a fashion designer. She has a knacky talent fo caricatures. She's also developed a fairly strong Empathy as well.

·Appearance: She has ebony black hair, that she leaves long down to her waist. Draco refuses to let her cut it. Her tawny eyes are specked with gold highlights, like her twin, Padma. Her face is a bit narrower, and her nose a bit more sharp ("Aristocratic, thank you!"). Since she's the louder of the two, she's usually the one people recognize, or think they do, much to her twin's dismay. She has light olive skin. She's also currently about 5 months pregnant.

·Personality: For all her concerns with fashion and the latest tidbit, she is liked by her peers as she is not generaly vindictive in her advice or gossip. She has a sincerity which makes her attractive to most. She's well aware of what goes on around her, and the fact that many people find her rather fluff-headed or shallow. She can be loud, vocal and superficial, but that doesn't make her stupid.

In the year since her fathers' murder, however, that superficial mask had taken on a slight edge. She'd used it to cover any strong emotions she had about the "Incident", rather then dealing with them. Her sister disliked her way of dealing with their father's murder, so that and many other incidents have piled up to drive a large wedge between what were two very close sisters. It's a rather complex love-hate relationship she has with her sister now. However, she hidit all behind a smiling mask that no one, not even her sister could see behind.

She tried submerging her floundering emotions entirely in the 'social scene' at Hogwarts, concentrating on knowing all that should be known, being where one should be seen, and flirting outrageously. She had a somewhat bitter crush on Harry, and she really adored Seamus, but she had to push him somewhat away due to him getting to close to the "real" Parvati, and risk seeing behind the mask.

After her rather tumltuous relationship with Draco started, Parvati let go of the mask, discovering quickly who her real friends were, and how little she cared what anyone else cared about her. She began to channel what Draco affectionately called her "Inner Slytherin", taking very little flack from anyone for her choices and staunchly sticking up for Draco thru all the accusations.

·Biography: Parvati and Padma are from an old money, pure-blood Indian wizarding family in Utar Pradesh. The twins' grandfather Jai Patil, a scholar, came to England in the late 19th century in search of other scholars like himself to share his knowledge of magic from India as well as learn what other wizarding communities had to offer. Befriending a professor at Hogwarts, he was offered a job and becomes a lecturer for a short period of time. Jai Patil decided to devote a period of his life to chronicle his knowledge of the magical arts, which later became a very important body of literary wizarding work. Thus, he established a life for himself and his future generations.

Parvati grew up in the wizarding town of Ilfracombe alongside her twin sister Padma and her neighbours Luna, Hannah, and Terry. ("Those statues at Boots' are a scream!") Parvati was very close to Padma up until the murder of their father Raja Patil. Parvati has chosed a different path from her sister in dealing with her emotions, which has estranged the sisters. Her mother, Maya Patil, tends to cling to her for support, as she has never really recovered from the death of her husband. When her mother finally did climb her way out of the dark depression she'd been in, her first priority became to establish her daughters in fine pureblood marriages, as she had been. Parvati personally thinks her mother is still a little mad.

Towards the end of seventh year, after being pretty sadly used by Tony Goldstein, Parvati found herself disillusioned with love, and her own sense of self-worth seriously shattered. Enter Draco Malfoy. This highly unusual pairing was born out of a tempest of emotion and it just seemed to be reaching the eye of the storm. Vati became one of Draco's staunchest defenders to the rest of her peers, her faith in him absolute, and her heart unguarded. Many wondered if Draco would abuse the gift she willingly gave him. In the meantime, Vati was just trying to desperately hold onto what remains of her family.

The Year of the Seige was one of confusion, doubt and strangely enough, quiet happiness for Parvati. She withdrew from almost all social activites, staying in touch with only her closest friends, while her relationship with Draco deepened. Despite tumultous fights and forces that threatened his life and her happiness, they managed to stick together. Draco began to work as the double spy that Snape had once been, betraying family for the lives of those who still thought of him as the most likely to betray them.

In the middle of this chaos, and her worry for him, her sister's digging into the death of their father finally bore fruit. In a move that to this day, still makes her scoff at the order, they left it to Draco to tell her it was his own father that had murdered hers. She was left very conflicted, knowing Draco was not at fault, but somehow, blaming herself for being unable to end a relationship she knew no one else would understand, once it was revealed. However, her true friends have been very supportive and her family has been rather quiet on the whole issue. Despite the confusion surrounding her, she discovered she had a gift for empathy. It proved to have some very interesting side effects, and made it very hard for Draco to hid behind his usual mask.

Parvati made great strides in developing her empathatic gift, although she's still learning when to not use it. Lavender Brown, ever her staunchest and best friend was invaluable in letting Parvati feel her way through it, by trial and error, with no trained empaths to help her out.

Parvati never expected anything else to come of this odd relationship with Draco, thinking he would tire of her eventually, or his family would finally tear them apart. As usual, Draco proved her wrong. In typical Draco fashion, he proposed after an argument. Shocked to her core, parvati finally realized that, despite his proclivities and faults, here was a man who saw her. Saw behind the mask to the true woman she was,...and loved her anyways. She accepted, and they planned to marry after the war was over and things were safe again.

In typical Parvati fashion, she discovered she was pregnant with twin girls, despite all precautions. (She never will trust Muggle medicine again!) After a rather rushed marriage ceremony at the Malfoy manor, and a reception at the castle, Draco & Parvati began their life as husband & wife under precarious circumstances.

One year to the day after the explosion that rocked all their lives, it came again. Only this time, Draco & Parvati had some small warning, in the unusual form of Lucius Malfoy. Despite the warning, they were unable to get out in time. Charity Fenwick, under orders of Bellatrix Lestrange, came to find her nephew's new wife and take her back to the DE camp by any means necessary. However, Vati did not go quietly, giving Gregory Goyle time enough to come to her rescue. They both then went to find Draco, but were stopped by the sight of several Gryffindors being held by Death Eaters. They stepped into battle, and most escaped. In the meantime, Draco was tracking his errant wife and saw the green flash as he came upon the scene. Not taking time to correct his erronous impression of the death of his wife & best friend, Draco went a little crazy, living up to any expectations anyone ever had him- except it was against the forces of Voldemort's minions.

When he exhausted himself, he came too, only to find himself laying next to his unconsious wife in the Medical tent set up on the field of battle. It had been a deceptive curse, and both Greg and Parvati were alive. The war was finally over and all the secrets were out.

Now comes the time for moving on. Parvati is well and truly tired of the walls of Hogwarts and ready to fly free from them, wherever that may lead her. She's ready to begin a life with Draco and her children, free of the shadows of war.

Michael is my boy. My baby. He is topped perhaps only by Gregory Goyle, one of the characters I played in the game in my first foray into journal gaming. Michael still lives in my head and he and Greg give me their opinions quite often and loudly on the stable of kids in my head that I currently play. It's my own spectator sport.

Michael was originally played in the floonetwork, by another player which the mods let die. Most of the players who were still active at the time moved their characters to la_resistance, where I took on Michael, reworking him for the game. Eventually, that too fell apart and a small core group, who still loved their kids immensely formed a private cooperative writing project, aeternitas.

Formerly at my_corner & acting_out @ GJ
Stats
·Full Name; Michael Adam Corner
·Goes by; Michy (pronounced Mitchy) to his family. Will NOT answer to Mike.
·Birthdate; August 8,1980
·Birthplace; Devon
·Residence; Formerly Hogwarts, now Kent
·Bloodline; Half-blood
·Family; Parents:Peter & Mary. Siblings: Janet Lynn (aka Janey or Squirt)
·Friends; Susan Bones, Anthony Goldstein, Devan Fawcett, Seamus Finnegan, Lavender Brown
·Wand; 10" Oak, core of unicorn hair.
·Likes; Quidditch, flirting, flying, Quidditch, sweets, Susan, & Quidditch. Did he mention Quidditch?
·Dislikes; Death Eaters, his own stupidity, guilt
·Pets; None
·Romance; Completely & totally in love with Susan Bones. Whether or not he screws it up remains to be seen.

•Abilities, Personality, Etc,..
·Abilities: Excels at Quidditch. Did well in all his studies, but was very good in charms. (Except for that one episode of turning Susan's hair pink.)

·Appearance: He's tall, about 6'3", lean and wide across the shoulders, which made him a natural for the house Quidditch team, of which he captained most of 7th year. His good looks are composed of bright blue eyes, wavy black hair and a disarming smile that's he's used on more then one occasion to charm himself out of trouble. He's handsome and a bit too aware of that fact at times. He tends to be a bit of a clotheshorse, an outfit for every occasion and has been teased more then once that he takes as long as a girl to get ready at times.

·Personality: For most of his life, Michael has skated by on his good looks, his intelligence and his charm. None of those are things he needs to exert much effort to use effectively, and so he exerts as little effort as possible. In another lifetime he'd be called a rogue, a wastrel or worse. In this one, he's a rascal, a scamp and a charming ne'er-do-well. He tends to be lazy and slid by on his marks, depsite his smarts. Having been told all his life that he wasn't living up to his potential, he long ago decided he wasn't going to bother. For all his lazy habits, the one thing that always raised his energy was Quidditch. Obsessed with the sport since he first learned of it, he's devoted his life to the game, the strategies, his team, and considered it his only possible future. The only other thing that gets him fired up is his devotion to those he cares about. He's a loyal and fierce friend, with a large, open heart that has many times made up for the fact he can be a real pain in the ass. While his wit can be acerbic, his apologies are always sincere. He usually has a hard time disliking anyone, although several Slytherins have made the list. Zacharias Smith too, the git.

Recent events in his life however, have wrought a change in Michael. He's more quiet, more intense and ridden with guilt. His change is the result of months in Death Eater captivity and being to the brink of madness and brought abruptly back by his own painful actions. He has no one to blame but himself. It's not a position he enjoys, so he finds his temper is shorter, his patience non-existance and his confidence shot. And no Quidditch around to help him work it out of his system.

·Biography: Michael Adam Corner was born on August 8th, 1980 to muggle Mary Corner (nee Copple) and wizard Peter Corner. Raised in a small village near Oxford, Michael grew up largely unaware of the magic world, as his father had mostly withdrawn from it due to the original struggle with Voldemort. His young bride at the time had wanted a safe enviroment to raise a family and leaving behind magic for a time seemed wise. His father had been an Auror and his mother insisted he leave the whole thing behind when things got so dangerous. It's still a bone of silent contention with the two of them. While it was not a forbidden subject, the wizarding world was an abstract concept to Michael for most of his young life. The only thing his father kept up with was the Quidditch league, and he shared that obsession with his son, from which a life long love affair of the sport was born.

When he was eight, Michael received the first of what he considers his two best presents in life. His younger sister, Janey was born. Small and fragile and perfect, she became his boon companion for the next 3 years. She tagged along with him everywhere or he took her along. Just as she was begining to become her own little person, Michael's Hogwart's letter arrived.

With the threat of Voldemort supposedly gone and his son exhibiting all the potential to be a talented wizard, Peter convinced Mary to let the boy go. Michael however was broken hearted at leaving his little sister behind and even tried to smuggle her aboard the Hogwart's Express in his trunk when it came time to depart. Needless to say, it was not a successful attempt.

His first year at Hogwarts would have been a complete and utter failure then if he hadn't met the second rare gift life gave him- Susan Bones. This quiet and steadfast girl wormed her way past the sullen barriers he'd put up to hide his homesickness, shook him out of his pouting and reminded him how to smile and laugh and have fun. They were virtually inseperable best friends from then on. (With the exception of those almost two weeks in fourth year she didn't speak to him when he dyed her hair pink, but really, he didn't know it was going to STAY that way!)

The next few years were standard fare. He'd go home for the holidays of course, spending as much time as possible with his sister and parents as they were a close-knit group. He regaled his sister with tales about school until she could barely stand to wait until her own letter arrived. He studied, (sort of), laughed (mostly at his own jokes), played pranks (much to his roommates' chagrin), played Quidditch (like a madman), was popular with the girls (except Ginny- she just HAD to keep bragging about Gryff winning that match. On and on and ON!), dated (had that crush on Hermione 6th year. No girl should be that smart and not in Ravenclaw!) and managed to get to his seventh year without too many memorable mishaps.

He dated on and off, but his heart never seemed to settle on one person. He'd lost it a long time ago and just refused to admit it. Then, right before holidays in his seventh year, Susan told Michael that she had fancied him. There was an awkward kiss between them and then an agreement to see how they both felt after the break. She had also taken time to talk to Michael about the argument she had with Zach and Michael had suggested that it seemed Zacharias may have fancied Susan, trying to suss out if she really liked him or if she just felt obligated. After the break, he came back to find Susan dating Zacharias, and figured he had his answer.

Graduation arrived. Just as things seemed to have finally settled down in life, NEWTs arrived and then Graduation. He doesn't personally remember much about that day, but between himself and his parents he's managed to piece together the events of the day.

His parents had arrived, bringing Janey with them. As always, if anywhere was considered safe, Hogwarts was it. The early morning was spent with the parents attending a brunch feast with the staff, while Michael took his little sister on a tour of Hogwarts, showing her his dormroom, introducing her to the few roommates she hadn't met, a few of the school ghosts, and giving her an close-up view of the moving staircases and portraits all over the school. His sister, utterly fascinated with all things magic, was in seventh heaven. Especially knowing that her own letter would be due to arrive this summer. Michael's parents were just beginning to worry what they would do if Janey DIDN'T get a letter. Michael was sure she would.

The graduation ceremony went off without a hitch. Michael had arranged to meet his family for the Memorial service but got distracted when he noticed Pansy Parkinson acting more unusual then what was normal- even for a Slytherin. Determined to find out what she was up too, suspecting some stupid Slytherin prank, he followed her. Janey, impatient for Michael, darted from her parent's grasp and took off after her brother. Minutes later, the first percussive blast of what would become several more rocked through the school grounds. Michael evidently cast some sort of shield that protected him from the shrapnel, but not the blast, hurling him several feet back, knocking him unconsious and into the coma that would steal a month of his life and many more memories.

Janey was not so lucky. A fact for which Michael blamed himself, no matter what anyone else told him. It was that blame that led to his worst mistake ever. It turned out to all be a mistake, as Janey was alive and well, mistaken for another young girl and being kept by a Muggle couple embittered by the loss of both their children in the blast.

He awoke to find his entire world in chaos. His head of house and several friends are dead. His father had gone gray and his mother had worry lines that were never there before. His best friend was married, he had graduated and there was no damn Quidditch. The home he grew up in was gone, but it did not matter, because Janey was no longer there. In the meantime, everyone worried about him and he had headaches that left him blind with the pain, but he refused to seek help or counsel, because he saw it as a just punishment for not protecting his sister. He managed to put up quite the charming front, but it's not one that lasted long. He was a pot of inner rage and confusion just waiting to boil over.

Michael was ready to wage war. He and Seamus Finnegan began to talk, feeding each other's bitter anger and lust for revenge. They began to plan. Frustrated by the lack of action on the part of the Aurors & the Order, the two hatched a vengeance that was highly improbably and just crazy enough that it might work. It involved intricate magic creating a blood bond between the two and collecting an arsenal of weapons that would have made a general proud.

In the midst of all this planning, Michael watched his best friend's marriage fall apart and was disturbed to realize how happy he was about that fact. Pushing his own feelings aside, he concentrated on getting Susan out of her depression and back into the world. In the course of those events, they finally admitted their feelings for each other and then took that step towards intimacy that Michael had been thinking about since he'd turned her hair pink.

Only a few days after that momentous occasion, Michael found himself thrust into the middle of the plans he and Seamus had made. Realizing it was too late to back out and unwilling to let Seamus go alone, he wrote letters to his parents, Susan and Tony and stepped off the precipice. They were captured almost immediately of course and what followed was two months of torture of both body and mind that Michael still does not fully remember or even wish to comprehend. It made him mad for bit, and when the rescuers finally came on that fateful day, he knew only enough to warn them it was a trap and he & Seamus the bait.

Michael doesn't remember much of the battle or the days after that. Being insane does funny things to one's memories. He wasn't brought out of his madness gradually or safely, either. He was jolted out of it by his father's voice of outrage, to find his hands wrapped around Susan's neck and her eyes closed to his horrified realization of what he'd almost done.

Guilt is Michael's constant companion these days. Guilt that, despite Susan's forgiveness, he will hurt her again. Guilt that he did it all for nothing, as Janey was returned to his family while he was gone. Guilt for big things and even the small, missing his house winning the Quidditch Cup under Devan's Captainship. He's trying best he can to pick up the pieces and hammer out a life for himself, his family and Susan. It remains to be seen if he can forgive himself enough to move on.

+Stats+
·Full Name; Roger Ryvre Davies
·Goes by; Roger, Ryv to very few.
Fomerly @ peacekpr & acting_out @ GJ
·Birthdate; August 10, 1978 ·Age; 20
·Birthplace; A small commune outside Ceredigion, Wales
·Residence; Formerly Nottingham, now Hogwarts
·Bloodline; Muggle-born
·Family; Parents: John(aka:Lyric) & Catherine(aka Petal) Davies, Siblings: Jennifer(aka Starshine, 18yo) & Nathan (aka Skylar, 14yo) [All Deceased]
·Friends; Josie, the 14yo little sister of his deceased Muggle best friend Josh [Deceased]
·Wand; Hickory, 11 3'4", core of pheonix feather
·House; Graduate of Ravenclaw, Class of 76
·Likes; Swing & Classical music, playing his violin, Dr. Pepper, Quidditch, Sherlock Holmes, Robin Hood and soccer.
·Dislikes; Talking about his family, Slytherins, Rugby
·Pets; Black-footed Ferret, named Drake
·Romance; Straight as a board. Totally devoted to Lavender. It's pathetic, really.
·Political Alliance; The side of good. Or whatver gets him out alive.

+Abilities, Personality, Etc+
·Abilities; Registered Bear Animagi, Excellent at Potions & Runes. Above Average on Transfigurations, CoMC, & Arithmacy. Really terrible on Charms. Somewhat of an expert on Muggles.

·Personality; Roger was an outgoing, charming, brilliant bloke at school but the Year of the Siege changed him drastically. He's quiet where he was once loud, mellow where he was once high strung. It takes a lot to get him worked up about something, but once he does, he is intensely passionate about it. Instead of shying away from people and emotional attachments after the tragedy with his family, he seems instead to try and make as many friends as possible, perhaps in the hopes some of them may be left in the end. He's excellent under pressure, probably because he has been living under it for the last year. In fact, the tension at Hogwarts almost feels like a vacation to him and he feels vaguely guilty about that fact. He has a set of dog tags that were his grandfather's from the World War II. He keeps them with him always. He has a fondness for beanie hats.

·Biography; Roger grew up to Muggle parents in Wales, with no clue as to his future as a wizard. He grewup in a commune of throwbacks to the 60's, hippies still preaching love, peace & nudity. He was the practical one of the bunch, the serious student. His parents worried he'd become a banker or some other horrid fate. His passion for the violin and playacting Robin Hood helped alleviate some of those fears. Then he turned eleven and got the suprise of his life.

The letter came as a shock, although a pleasant one. It did explain those strange occurances when Jane Matthew's skirt kept disappearing. Once he arrived at Hogwart's, it took a bit for him to get used to all things magical, but once he did, he seemed to thrive. He easily slipped between the two worlds, playing soccer in the summer with his best friend and next door neighbor Josh and their mutual siblings, then going back to Quidditch during the school year. He was a popular guy, and very bright. Serious about his studies, he excelled in most of his classes. He was a favorite of the girls, flirting shamelessly with Fleur Delacour at the Yule Ball in his 6th year, amongst others. His seventh year was a long one, Professor Umbridge proving an uncessary distraction to the devotion of his studies and a definite cramp in his personal life. When Graduation came, he passed on his duties as Quidditch Captain to Michael Corner, said goodbye to Hogwarts and headed off to University. While the return of Voldemort did concern him, he never thought it would much effect his life as he melted back into the Muggle World to study to become a professor.

Voldemort's minions had other plans. When the attacks started, it was the large cities that went first. Roger warded the house and warned his family about what could happen. Reports started filtering in, but no one thought it would come to them. Unfortunately, the village Roger grew up in was next to an assigned cell of Death Eaters and he woke up one morning to find his entire family dead, and the laughter and taunts of Death Eater's as they called out for the Mudblood to wake up. Realizing there was nothing to be done, he fled, a shame he still lives with. He went to Josh's house, only to find the same. He was about to leave when he heard something. He discovered Josie, Josh's little sister hiding in the cellar. He packed her up and they fled, moving north.

Roger finally settled with Josie into a small pocket of resistance near Nottingham, where's he worked with wizards and muggles to move people out of or around the country into safety, wherever it could be found. He became quite good at combat, not out of training, but out of necessity. He knew it was just him left to care for Josie and that people were depending on him to keep them safe. Running an Underground Floo out of Sherwood forest kept him busy and run ragged. It was there that Headmaster Dumbledore's owl found him, entreating him to come to Hogwarts and put his talents at getting Muggles & Wizards to work together to good use, to ally himself with old friends and trusted advisors and provide Josie with a home. And so, Roger came "home" to where for him, it all began.. and was likely to end. He figured he'd be happy just getting out alive..

Once there, Roger found his work cut out for him. The strain of close quarters and lack of supplies made tensions run high. He found small distractions in renewing his friendships with former schoolmates and discovering what a brilliant girl Lavender Brown really was.

The attacks began to increase, then suddenly died out as the Death Eater's caught Harry Potter. Harry spent months with them, and every day became an agony of waiting for the final strike. But it never came. Harry was rescued, supposedly killing Voldemort in the process, but the waiting had been so long and the final battle so smooth that many were frozen in a habit of waiting.

Then the strike came. Terrible and final, lives were lost and destroyed. The War was finally over. It was time to pick up the pieces.

The War is over and the Resistance ended. Now it is time to rise from the ashes and move on.

Character Archive: Floo Network @ GJ (HP: Trio-Era)

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 12:58:19 GMT

Formerly @ tartanwitch @ GJ
From Whillimena Flutterby's Who Who Amongst Witches This Century

Full name: Minerva McGonagall
Goes by: Professor McGonagall or Minerva. The last wizard who called her Minnie is still looking for a princess to kiss.
Birthdate: July 7th
Age: approx. 70
House:Head of Gryffindor
Wand: 12 inches, oak, core of dragon heartstring
Pets: Being an Animagus and the Trabsmogrification teacher as well, she's surrounded by animals almost all the time. Needless to say, the *last* thing she needs in her rooms is more pet fur!
Abilities: Very skilled in Transfiguration, a registerd Animagus.

Appearance: Minerva is a tall, lean older woman, seemingly all angles and corners. Her black hair is held back in a severe bun, and her piercing eyes seem to see all behind her square-framed spectacles. McGonagall wears emerald green robes. Her night dress is a tartan bathrobe and hairnet. She carries a lace handkerchief.
Personality:Sharp as a tack and quick to boot. She is a stern, strict witch with little patience for those who do not follow the rules. She is not inclined to be emotional, but is occasionally moved to tears or nose-blowing. She is a trusted supporter of Dumbledore and always appears at the forefront in any crisis, wand at the ready. McGonagall is famous at Hogwarts for her strictness, her fairness, and her intelligence, though she also has a warmer, fun-loving, Quidditch-obsessed side.

Biography: Although it's been ages since she was a child, she can still recall her days growing up in Edinburh. She came from a fairly well-to-do family and was tutored by governess upon governess until her first letter from Hogwarts arrived and she discovered the joy of witchcraft. She's never looked back since, devoting her life to Hogwart's and it's ideals. She's been a professor for ages, and Deputy Headmistress for what seems to most students just as long.