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Try not to go too far without me. Going to bed since it's about 3:30 a.m where I am. :x
Augustus Stoker, or rather Gus, as he was commonly called, emerged from the other side of the solid brick wall leading to Platform 9 3/4 with a faint whoosh. Years of practice allow him to gracefully skid to a stop without anything from his trolley falling over. Though it didn't stop his pet cat Charlie from bristling with disapproval, but that was probably just because she was cranky from being shoved inside a cage. Back at home, Charlie had free rein over the entire family estate (much to Mother's chagrin), and often times wandered the neighbourhood. She didn't like confined spaces at all. So, it was never easy to get her into her carrier on the train trip to Hogwarts. Pushing the trolley to one side so that he wouldn't get in anyone's way, Gus walked around the side of it and leant down to be at eye level with the cat. "Hey, I don't make the rules. Just bear with it for the moment, alright? I'll let you out when we get on the trains."
"Gus, dear, do stop talking your cat. You don't want to look like a complete nutter in front of all these people, do you?" Freya Stoker teased, arching an eyebrow. As per usual, she seemed utterly unperturbed by all the commotion around her, and her hair remained perfectly coiffed no matter what happened. All these excited first-years were a familiar sight, from Gus's time in Hogwarts and her own, years ago.
Gus flashed her a sheepish grin and shrugged in reply, returning to his position at the steering end of the trolley. "People talk to their pets all the time! Besides, Charlie's like a daughter to me." A pause. "Okay. That sounded weird. Ignore what I just said."
Moments later, a portly man with curly, brown hair trundled up to the mother and son pair, wiping some sweat off his brow with a hankerchief. His round cheeks were flushed red from the effort of running through the magical doorway to Platform 9 3/4. "My boy," he started, huffing out a few ragged breaths. "Next time, you should really wait for your old man. I almost lost you back on Platform 9."
"Sorry, Da." Gus snickered, "I thought you were already following me."
"Really, Tom. You should get more exercise." Mrs. Stoker chided, though her tone was wan from having said the same thing many times before.Thomas Stoker rolled his eyes jokingly and straightened back up again, once he had caught his breath, brushing some imaginary lint off his woollen sweatervest. "A new school year already, eh?" Mr. Stoker said, and slapped Gus on the back in an incredibly daddish fashion. "I suppose this year you'll finally be bringing back a nice lass to meet your mother and I?"
Gus couldn't help but laugh. After talking about such trivialities for another five minutes, Gus decided that now was probably a good time for him to get aboard the Hogwarts Express. After all, he didn't want to risk missing the train. Bidding his last farewells to his parents, he pushed his trolley aboard the train, quickly locating an empty compartment and unloading his baggage. Normally, he'd be sitting with his group of friends. But this time, he had some studying to do. After injuring himself in the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup the previous year, he had been effectively out of commission for a whole month. Apart from missing out on schoolwork, he also didn't get to take part in the rest of the tournament. It sucked, but he learnt to deal with it. He shot a quick upwards glance at his trusty Moontrimmer broomstick laid across the overhead storage compartment. He was looking forward to getting back in the saddle, but right now, his priority was catching up on the curriculum. Turning his attention back to the textbook open on the folding table, he heaved an exaggerated sigh and began the tedious process of revising.
"Gus, dear, do stop talking your cat. You don't want to look like a complete nutter in front of all these people, do you?" Freya Stoker teased, arching an eyebrow. As per usual, she seemed utterly unperturbed by all the commotion around her, and her hair remained perfectly coiffed no matter what happened. All these excited first-years were a familiar sight, from Gus's time in Hogwarts and her own, years ago.
Gus flashed her a sheepish grin and shrugged in reply, returning to his position at the steering end of the trolley. "People talk to their pets all the time! Besides, Charlie's like a daughter to me." A pause. "Okay. That sounded weird. Ignore what I just said."
Moments later, a portly man with curly, brown hair trundled up to the mother and son pair, wiping some sweat off his brow with a hankerchief. His round cheeks were flushed red from the effort of running through the magical doorway to Platform 9 3/4. "My boy," he started, huffing out a few ragged breaths. "Next time, you should really wait for your old man. I almost lost you back on Platform 9."
"Sorry, Da." Gus snickered, "I thought you were already following me."
"Really, Tom. You should get more exercise." Mrs. Stoker chided, though her tone was wan from having said the same thing many times before.Thomas Stoker rolled his eyes jokingly and straightened back up again, once he had caught his breath, brushing some imaginary lint off his woollen sweatervest. "A new school year already, eh?" Mr. Stoker said, and slapped Gus on the back in an incredibly daddish fashion. "I suppose this year you'll finally be bringing back a nice lass to meet your mother and I?"
Gus couldn't help but laugh. After talking about such trivialities for another five minutes, Gus decided that now was probably a good time for him to get aboard the Hogwarts Express. After all, he didn't want to risk missing the train. Bidding his last farewells to his parents, he pushed his trolley aboard the train, quickly locating an empty compartment and unloading his baggage. Normally, he'd be sitting with his group of friends. But this time, he had some studying to do. After injuring himself in the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup the previous year, he had been effectively out of commission for a whole month. Apart from missing out on schoolwork, he also didn't get to take part in the rest of the tournament. It sucked, but he learnt to deal with it. He shot a quick upwards glance at his trusty Moontrimmer broomstick laid across the overhead storage compartment. He was looking forward to getting back in the saddle, but right now, his priority was catching up on the curriculum. Turning his attention back to the textbook open on the folding table, he heaved an exaggerated sigh and began the tedious process of revising.
Finished up my character, by the way. Here's the link: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/23160/posts/ooc?page=4#post-637263
I'll start working on my post now. :D
I'll start working on my post now. :D
I think I'll change to Hufflepuff to maybe balance things out a bit. I'm fine with either.
Just reserving a spot here. :D
Name
Augustus Stoker
Age
17
Year
6
Heritage
Half-blood
House
Hufflepuff
Wand
Cedar, 9 1/2 inches, slightly springy in flexibility with a dragon heartstring core.
Bio
Gus grew up in a very stable household. His father, a Muggle, was vice president for an advertising department at a very prominent business, which afforded them quite a few luxuries growing up. His mother was a witch - which his father knew about all along - and stayed at home for the most part, occasionally doing some freelance writing for an editorial in The Daily Prophet.
The arrival of his letter didn’t come as a surprise, and within the summer, he was off to Hogwarts. He joined the Quidditch team as soon as he could, and discovered his talent for Charms and Transfiguration, and has since made a name for himself for his tell-it-like-it-is personality. Gus's affinity with magic was apparent even at Hogwarts. Although his book smarts aren’t quite what they should be (he'd much rather spend his time practicing Quidditch), he’s quite impressive when he puts things into practice. Still, he loves learning and tries his best when it comes to his grades. Gus has grown to love his house and embraces his badger side whole-heartedly. He’s just ready to get out of Hogwarts and start his life away from his parents, who he still gets Howlers and phonecalls from regularly. Though he's still undecided as to what he wants in life. Most of the times, he's tied between becoming an Auror or playing in professional Quidditch.
Personality
Gus has always been the happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s never understood some people’s need to constantly bring other people down, what happiness could it possibly bring them to see someone upset? He is in many ways the perfect companion. Affable, intelligent, and practical, he is definitely someone you’d want on your side in a crisis. He is unfailingly loyal to those he cares for, and exceedingly patient and sympathetic with those who need him in that capacity. He always manages to keep a calm cool demeanor, even if he’s panicking inside. Gus has never met anyone that he didn’t at first glance consider a friend. “Friend” being a term he uses very loosely. He’s always kind and caring and enjoys getting to know new people. Unless you give him reason to dislike you, he likes everyone. Even so, Gus can also be unpredictable, adamant, and dislikes making commitments, especially those he is not sure he can keep. While he may seem friendly, don’t push him too far. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point, you’ll regret it. Gus can be downright scary when he wants to be, and he has the magical prowess to back it up.
Friends/Family members/Relationships?
Thomas Stoker - father, 48
Freya Stoker (née Selwyn) - mother, 46
Favorite Subject
Charms
Other
- Beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
- Able to cast a corporeal patronus in the form of a dolphin.
- Has a calico cat named Charlie.
Name
Augustus Stoker
Age
17
Year
6
Heritage
Half-blood
House
Hufflepuff
Wand
Cedar, 9 1/2 inches, slightly springy in flexibility with a dragon heartstring core.
Bio
Gus grew up in a very stable household. His father, a Muggle, was vice president for an advertising department at a very prominent business, which afforded them quite a few luxuries growing up. His mother was a witch - which his father knew about all along - and stayed at home for the most part, occasionally doing some freelance writing for an editorial in The Daily Prophet.
The arrival of his letter didn’t come as a surprise, and within the summer, he was off to Hogwarts. He joined the Quidditch team as soon as he could, and discovered his talent for Charms and Transfiguration, and has since made a name for himself for his tell-it-like-it-is personality. Gus's affinity with magic was apparent even at Hogwarts. Although his book smarts aren’t quite what they should be (he'd much rather spend his time practicing Quidditch), he’s quite impressive when he puts things into practice. Still, he loves learning and tries his best when it comes to his grades. Gus has grown to love his house and embraces his badger side whole-heartedly. He’s just ready to get out of Hogwarts and start his life away from his parents, who he still gets Howlers and phonecalls from regularly. Though he's still undecided as to what he wants in life. Most of the times, he's tied between becoming an Auror or playing in professional Quidditch.
Personality
Gus has always been the happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s never understood some people’s need to constantly bring other people down, what happiness could it possibly bring them to see someone upset? He is in many ways the perfect companion. Affable, intelligent, and practical, he is definitely someone you’d want on your side in a crisis. He is unfailingly loyal to those he cares for, and exceedingly patient and sympathetic with those who need him in that capacity. He always manages to keep a calm cool demeanor, even if he’s panicking inside. Gus has never met anyone that he didn’t at first glance consider a friend. “Friend” being a term he uses very loosely. He’s always kind and caring and enjoys getting to know new people. Unless you give him reason to dislike you, he likes everyone. Even so, Gus can also be unpredictable, adamant, and dislikes making commitments, especially those he is not sure he can keep. While he may seem friendly, don’t push him too far. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point, you’ll regret it. Gus can be downright scary when he wants to be, and he has the magical prowess to back it up.
Friends/Family members/Relationships?
Thomas Stoker - father, 48
Freya Stoker (née Selwyn) - mother, 46
Favorite Subject
Charms
Other
- Beater for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
- Able to cast a corporeal patronus in the form of a dolphin.
- Has a calico cat named Charlie.
Interested. :D
Ah crud, all the years between 60 and 70 are already taken. Now how do I do this? I'm probably gonna have to change my Faust to be in his 30s or teens, at this point.
EDIT: Would anyone be willing to do a swap? I really want Faust to be in his 20s because his faceclaim is only 23, but now the latest year I can go is 56th, and that would make him at least 32. So yeah, let me know? If not, I'll just fix him up a bit.
Alright, I just changed it to 68th since the victor was unnamed and not a main character. Hopefully, that's fine? x.x
EDIT: Would anyone be willing to do a swap? I really want Faust to be in his 20s because his faceclaim is only 23, but now the latest year I can go is 56th, and that would make him at least 32. So yeah, let me know? If not, I'll just fix him up a bit.
Alright, I just changed it to 68th since the victor was unnamed and not a main character. Hopefully, that's fine? x.x
@Paingodsson: I don't wanna sound rude but I have to say this. Your character couldn't have been reaped at 21 years old because 18 is the maximum age for a regular Games. Just pointing that out. :U
Maybe the d20 system like in D&D would be good here? Like the GM rolls for each of the two or more people in a fight, with 20 being the best case scenario (a dodge or light injuries) and 1 being the worst (death). Just my two cents.
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