Name: Sam Hawkin
Appearance: Tall for his age, at 6 foot 1, with wide shoulders but a fairly lean, thin body. He has tan, olive coloured skin, with a narrow jaw, leading to a fairly pointy chin. Wide grey/light blue eyes sit beneath his ruffled black hair, which sweeps across his forehead in a medium length fringe.
Mudblood
House: Ravenclaw
Year At Hogwarts: 6
Bio: He lived a relatively normal existence until he got his Hogwarts letter, his parents were not sure of the legitimacy of the school. However when he returned home after his first year and accidentally levitated next doors cat onto their roof. After that they fully supported his attendance.
At school he performed highly averagely in most classes, he did however had excel in charms and defence against the dark arts. He plays successfully as a chaser in the Ravenclaw quidditch team.
Personality: Quiet and loyal, he doesn't shy away from danger but doesn't seek it out.
Special Talents: Charms, good flyer
Fears/Weaknesses: Bad at potions, is scared of failing.
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Sounds good.
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How many people are you thinking of for this rp?
Could you link it here when it's up?
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Very interested!
I'm re-reading all the harry potters at the moment so this would be awesome :)
I'm re-reading all the harry potters at the moment so this would be awesome :)
Interested!
Sam reached into the folds of his coat and pulled out a pair of lockpicks and hastily opened the lock of the warehouse, it belonged to The Sailor's Guild and was where a good portion of their fishing spoils were kept. Keeping to the shadows behind some crates he leant out and saw a guard patrol coming. Waiting until they passed, he slipped out silently and searched for a means to transport the crate full of fresh fish he had just found, their dead eyes looking up at him.
He found a cart on rails leading to the front of the building, and just about managed to haul the heavy crate into the rusted cart. Taking off his cost and stuffing it beside the crate in the cart, he attempted to look like he was supposed to be there and started the cart forwards with a laborious push. The guards he had seen walking past early barely seemed to notice them as he trundled past, and he reached the main door of the warehouse without a hitch. As the tracks for the cart stopped, a guard glanced at his cargo and waved for him to take it to the awaiting horse and cart, piled high with fish crates.
He wrestled the crate into the cart and the driver started forwards, quickly he slipped out of view of the guard at the warehouse door and pulled on his coat which he had snatched back just as the cart load of fish departed. When the horse and cart turned the corner into a less busy he street, he had planned the site of the hijacking in advance, he leapt into the back of the cart and choked out the driver. Lowering him to the floor he took his hat and grabbed the reins for the cart, steering it towards the market.
He set up a stall and shouted repeatedly "High quality fish! Lowest ever prices! All must go!" All went well for a few hours and the bag he had brought was gradually filling with gold, in these impoverished times nobody asked questions about cheap prices. Just as he was about to call out his sales cry again, a group of guards were looking purposeful l, shouldering their way through the crowd towards him.
"Oh for gods sa-" he was cut short as he snatched up the bag of gold and broke into a sprint.
He found a cart on rails leading to the front of the building, and just about managed to haul the heavy crate into the rusted cart. Taking off his cost and stuffing it beside the crate in the cart, he attempted to look like he was supposed to be there and started the cart forwards with a laborious push. The guards he had seen walking past early barely seemed to notice them as he trundled past, and he reached the main door of the warehouse without a hitch. As the tracks for the cart stopped, a guard glanced at his cargo and waved for him to take it to the awaiting horse and cart, piled high with fish crates.
He wrestled the crate into the cart and the driver started forwards, quickly he slipped out of view of the guard at the warehouse door and pulled on his coat which he had snatched back just as the cart load of fish departed. When the horse and cart turned the corner into a less busy he street, he had planned the site of the hijacking in advance, he leapt into the back of the cart and choked out the driver. Lowering him to the floor he took his hat and grabbed the reins for the cart, steering it towards the market.
He set up a stall and shouted repeatedly "High quality fish! Lowest ever prices! All must go!" All went well for a few hours and the bag he had brought was gradually filling with gold, in these impoverished times nobody asked questions about cheap prices. Just as he was about to call out his sales cry again, a group of guards were looking purposeful l, shouldering their way through the crowd towards him.
"Oh for gods sa-" he was cut short as he snatched up the bag of gold and broke into a sprint.
Sorry for the later reply, I'm from the UK so by the time people got posting last night I'd gone to sleep. Likewise about GMing my character if I'm not online and you want to move things along.
Arent stirred from him slumber to see the starry night sky, to which had been his companion as he dozed, was now replaced by a clear blue sky and the sun. Unwrapping his cloak he stood from the base of the tree which had served as last night's bedroom, unlike many he had no qualms regarding sleeping outside, a childhood of doing so will do that to you. After a brief stretch, and brushing the twigs off his forest green cloak, Arent set about walking the remaining few miles into the village.
Thinking of the little he knew about his allies to be, he mulled things over, 2 humans, 2 dwarfs, 2 elf's. Humans were no trouble, after all he or she would be his kinsmen, and his experiences with dwarfs had always been filled with merriment and drinking. Elfs didn't really bother him either, expect, that whole magic business didn't feel entirely fair. By way of explanation, he could dodge arrows and parry blades, but how in hell does one go about blocking a ball of fire?
The village was now coming into view, acrest a short bump in the road, what Arent saw worried him. Surely they would arm the gates, in this time of trouble that was becoming more and more important by the day, but alas the guard posts stood empty. Pulling his hood, he slipped to the shadows behind a building, which like all others among the town was showing little or no sign of life. As he surveyed the town, a few things became clear, there was no immediate threat and no sign of any of the rest of the party.
As he slumped against a wall and began to chew on some dried rabbit meat, he thought about why he'd undertaken the quest. Ever since his fathers death he had sought adventure, and it had sought him back many times, was he determined not to die like his father, a poor nobody in a village far from anywhere? He dismissed such thoughts with a scoff and was considering catching a few hours more sleep, but something caught his eyes. An apple core, fresh by the looks of things, only just turning brown. Immediately he was on his feet and striding across the small square in the centre of the town, taking a subtle approach he leaned around a corner and saw a well armoured human, and one who oozed far more experience than a town guard.
He was considering introducing himself, but decided he would really rather catch a little more sleep. Slipping in between a narrow ally between two houses, he sat against the wall and once again wrapped his thick cloak around him, pulling his hood down to obscure the worst of the bright morning sun. Quickly he fell into a shallow slumber, and dreamt a strange dream full of dwarfs and giants.
Awakening, he saw a beautiful elf walk past glowing yellow. Wait..glowing? Was he still dreaming? He sharply slapped himself across the face, leaving his cheek a shade of crimson and then grimaced, okay, not dreaming. He got to his feet and saw she didn't approach the other human, but instead headed towards the banks of the river. He entered the tavern, which was empty, devoid of any barkeeps or punters alike. Helping himself to a mug of ale from a barrel behind the bar he left some coin on the counter and stepped into the gradually warming morning sun. The dwarfs can't have arrived yet, because surely any dwarf in their right mind would be in the tavern. For now, Arent was consent to sit outside the inn in the morning sun, he settled in for a long wait and finished off the mug of ale.
Thinking of the little he knew about his allies to be, he mulled things over, 2 humans, 2 dwarfs, 2 elf's. Humans were no trouble, after all he or she would be his kinsmen, and his experiences with dwarfs had always been filled with merriment and drinking. Elfs didn't really bother him either, expect, that whole magic business didn't feel entirely fair. By way of explanation, he could dodge arrows and parry blades, but how in hell does one go about blocking a ball of fire?
The village was now coming into view, acrest a short bump in the road, what Arent saw worried him. Surely they would arm the gates, in this time of trouble that was becoming more and more important by the day, but alas the guard posts stood empty. Pulling his hood, he slipped to the shadows behind a building, which like all others among the town was showing little or no sign of life. As he surveyed the town, a few things became clear, there was no immediate threat and no sign of any of the rest of the party.
As he slumped against a wall and began to chew on some dried rabbit meat, he thought about why he'd undertaken the quest. Ever since his fathers death he had sought adventure, and it had sought him back many times, was he determined not to die like his father, a poor nobody in a village far from anywhere? He dismissed such thoughts with a scoff and was considering catching a few hours more sleep, but something caught his eyes. An apple core, fresh by the looks of things, only just turning brown. Immediately he was on his feet and striding across the small square in the centre of the town, taking a subtle approach he leaned around a corner and saw a well armoured human, and one who oozed far more experience than a town guard.
He was considering introducing himself, but decided he would really rather catch a little more sleep. Slipping in between a narrow ally between two houses, he sat against the wall and once again wrapped his thick cloak around him, pulling his hood down to obscure the worst of the bright morning sun. Quickly he fell into a shallow slumber, and dreamt a strange dream full of dwarfs and giants.
Awakening, he saw a beautiful elf walk past glowing yellow. Wait..glowing? Was he still dreaming? He sharply slapped himself across the face, leaving his cheek a shade of crimson and then grimaced, okay, not dreaming. He got to his feet and saw she didn't approach the other human, but instead headed towards the banks of the river. He entered the tavern, which was empty, devoid of any barkeeps or punters alike. Helping himself to a mug of ale from a barrel behind the bar he left some coin on the counter and stepped into the gradually warming morning sun. The dwarfs can't have arrived yet, because surely any dwarf in their right mind would be in the tavern. For now, Arent was consent to sit outside the inn in the morning sun, he settled in for a long wait and finished off the mug of ale.
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