Post by tracecarter on Jul 12, 2011 16:23:11 GMT -5
trace alan carter
nineteen , ravenclaw , sophomore , jack barakat , original
name:
trace alan carter
nicknames:
trace
age:
nineteen
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
zonko's joke shop worker
blood status:
muggle born
wand:
9 ½ oak with a phoenix stomach feather
relationship status:
taken
trace alan carter
nicknames:
trace
age:
nineteen
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
zonko's joke shop worker
blood status:
muggle born
wand:
9 ½ oak with a phoenix stomach feather
relationship status:
taken
play-by:
jack barakat
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
there is a scar above my right knee from falling when i was a kid and there’s my facial hair that i’m proud of.
style:
i guess we'll start from the top to the bottom. first we have have my hair which almost always a mess, i do comb it but it doesn't seem to help much. there was a time when i was younger i put blonde highlights in it but i probably won't don't that anymore. it looked weird, which i guess if you ask some people would describe me. then there’s the hair on my face, imagine noshavember and that’s pretty much me. i do shave it when it becomes annoying but normally i like it. next on the list would probably be my clothing. i wear a lot of t-shirts. they're comfortable, and i like to be comfortable. as far as pants go i only wear jeans unless i'm going to bed then i have pajama pants but that doesn't really matter. i don't like shoes so we're not even going to talk about that.
jack barakat
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
brown
distinguishing features:
there is a scar above my right knee from falling when i was a kid and there’s my facial hair that i’m proud of.
style:
i guess we'll start from the top to the bottom. first we have have my hair which almost always a mess, i do comb it but it doesn't seem to help much. there was a time when i was younger i put blonde highlights in it but i probably won't don't that anymore. it looked weird, which i guess if you ask some people would describe me. then there’s the hair on my face, imagine noshavember and that’s pretty much me. i do shave it when it becomes annoying but normally i like it. next on the list would probably be my clothing. i wear a lot of t-shirts. they're comfortable, and i like to be comfortable. as far as pants go i only wear jeans unless i'm going to bed then i have pajama pants but that doesn't really matter. i don't like shoes so we're not even going to talk about that.
likes:
pudding, bugging lennox, being right, swimming, candy, dead trees, t-shirts, growing facial hair, books, wizarding cards, skateboards, snowboards, guitars, acting childish, water, tea, pillows, fish, girls, being sarcastic, music, joking around, hairspray, art.
dislikes:
being a werewolf, vegetables, wool clothing, studying, extremely fragrant flowers, waking up before noon, wearing shoes, smelly people, pineapple, soda, crying babies, robes, polka dot clothing, excessive use of neon colors, poison ivy, cows, orange juice, sappy love stories, pepper, girls with lip piercings.
strengths:
the ability to make people believe he's being dead serious when in fact he's being sarcastic, the ability to make people believe he's okay, making people smile with his goofiness, being able to bug lennox.
weaknesses:
puppies, the puppy dog face, little kids when they say "pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!", tea.
fears:
hurting my friends or family on a full moon or in general, being forced to go into hiding, ducks.
dreams:
to live a normal life, to kiss lennox weasley, to work in the misuse of muggle artifacts department.
secrets:
i'm a werewolf and few people know, i'm using my girlfriend to make lennox jealous.
personality:
you could ask anyone in the world and you came to me to ask me what i'm like? total logic there. i could butter everything up to make me sound like the perfect person in the world, of course i'm not and you should know that by now. i guess we'll start out with how incredibly lazy i can be. to be quite honest you're lucky i'm telling you all this. while in my first seven years of schooling i bullshit about eighty percent of my homework. majority of the time i received Os and Es. i guess that's why i was sorted into ravenclaw when i was eleven, i'm a professional bser. i once asked a friend how she'd describe me and she said "laid back", i don't know exactly what that's supposed to mean. i would translate that into "you do whatever you want to do and i'll do whatever i want to do and we'll be happy" but as far as what she meant i have no idea. i do tend to live by that translation though, what other way of life is there? my sister says i'm a giant goofball. i can see why she says it too, i would go out of my way to do something that looked fun but possibly dangerous and stupid. i love to have fun and see others have fun. there's been times when i have dragged trey out of bed at one, two, possibly even three o clock in the morning to go do something with me. he hates it when i do that but he's never snitched or complained about the crazy things we did. there's one thing that everyone should know but many haven't figured it out yet, i speak sarcasm like most speak in english.
pudding, bugging lennox, being right, swimming, candy, dead trees, t-shirts, growing facial hair, books, wizarding cards, skateboards, snowboards, guitars, acting childish, water, tea, pillows, fish, girls, being sarcastic, music, joking around, hairspray, art.
dislikes:
being a werewolf, vegetables, wool clothing, studying, extremely fragrant flowers, waking up before noon, wearing shoes, smelly people, pineapple, soda, crying babies, robes, polka dot clothing, excessive use of neon colors, poison ivy, cows, orange juice, sappy love stories, pepper, girls with lip piercings.
strengths:
the ability to make people believe he's being dead serious when in fact he's being sarcastic, the ability to make people believe he's okay, making people smile with his goofiness, being able to bug lennox.
weaknesses:
puppies, the puppy dog face, little kids when they say "pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!", tea.
fears:
hurting my friends or family on a full moon or in general, being forced to go into hiding, ducks.
dreams:
to live a normal life, to kiss lennox weasley, to work in the misuse of muggle artifacts department.
secrets:
i'm a werewolf and few people know, i'm using my girlfriend to make lennox jealous.
personality:
you could ask anyone in the world and you came to me to ask me what i'm like? total logic there. i could butter everything up to make me sound like the perfect person in the world, of course i'm not and you should know that by now. i guess we'll start out with how incredibly lazy i can be. to be quite honest you're lucky i'm telling you all this. while in my first seven years of schooling i bullshit about eighty percent of my homework. majority of the time i received Os and Es. i guess that's why i was sorted into ravenclaw when i was eleven, i'm a professional bser. i once asked a friend how she'd describe me and she said "laid back", i don't know exactly what that's supposed to mean. i would translate that into "you do whatever you want to do and i'll do whatever i want to do and we'll be happy" but as far as what she meant i have no idea. i do tend to live by that translation though, what other way of life is there? my sister says i'm a giant goofball. i can see why she says it too, i would go out of my way to do something that looked fun but possibly dangerous and stupid. i love to have fun and see others have fun. there's been times when i have dragged trey out of bed at one, two, possibly even three o clock in the morning to go do something with me. he hates it when i do that but he's never snitched or complained about the crazy things we did. there's one thing that everyone should know but many haven't figured it out yet, i speak sarcasm like most speak in english.
parents:
marcus carter, forty-four, muggle
annalyn tyler-carter, forty-two, witch.
siblings:
trey carter, nineteen, sophomore, twin.
taryn carter, eighteen, freshman.
others:
lennox weasley, best friend
history:
my past? okay well...my parents met when they were in college (yes i am muggle born), they didn't really hit it off well at first, mom hated dad for a long period of time (no one will tell me why, sorry.) dad was absolutely head over heals for mom though and was persistent trying to win her over, eventually it worked. i think he said they were seniors in college when it finally worked. after graduation the two got married and moved to corby. after living in corby for two years they got maggie, a black labrador retriever, six months after maggie was brought home mom was told she was pregnant with me and trey. she wasn't exactly what most people would called thrilled, she'd told my father when they first got married she didn't want children. they bickered for a while until they finally decided to keep me. i was born on july nineteenth. dad named me trace alan for some ungodly known reason. april of the following year my parents found out they were pregnant with my younger sister, taryn. much unlike trey and i she was a planned baby.
we all grew up with our parents loving us but never failing to tell us exactly what they felt and why things happened they way they did (with the exception of why mom hated dad in college). around the time the magic began to show up in trey and i, maggie died of cancer leaving mom and dad upset for days. meanwhile, i was freaking out about why all kinds of weird crap kept happening to me. by the time my parents caught on that something was happening to me i'd already gotten used to being picked on about the stupidest little things. that's how i came to love art class, i could express myself however i wanted to and nothing anyone said would change how i felt about my picture or whatever i'd made.
when i turned eleven i got my letter to go to hogwarts. i didn't know what the heck it was, nor did my parents but they allowed me to go anyways. i was sorted into the house of ravenclaw, probably because i'm such a nerd at heart. i fit in rather well at school, i made friends and had some healthy competition and a few fights with trey. nothing out of the ordinary. in my second year taryn tagged along with trey and me. i didn't really see them as much during the second or third year of school, i spent more time drawing then anything else. i don't know why but those were my anti-social years. in my fourth year i met my first girlfriend, anastasia. that relationship was terrible and i swore i'd never date again. remind you i was only fourteen, i kept to my word of not dating until the end of my seventh year. my seventh year was freaking awesome, i met lennox and she quickly became my best friend. two months after meeting her i met shasha and we quickly became a couple.
shasha and my relationship had it's ups and it's downs but we lasted until the middle of freshman year. i found out that she was cheating on me and it crushed me. no one but lennox knows how i felt since i'm rather good at keeping my emotions in check while in public. around that time is when i really started feeling something more for her but i couldn't bring myself to say something and possibly ruin that relationship. toward the end of the year i met olivia. i won't like she was my rebound if you want to call it that. we are the product of a spilt firewiskey at honeydukes. we're still together today but my feelings toward my best friend haven't changed that much.
marcus carter, forty-four, muggle
annalyn tyler-carter, forty-two, witch.
siblings:
trey carter, nineteen, sophomore, twin.
taryn carter, eighteen, freshman.
others:
lennox weasley, best friend
history:
my past? okay well...my parents met when they were in college (yes i am muggle born), they didn't really hit it off well at first, mom hated dad for a long period of time (no one will tell me why, sorry.) dad was absolutely head over heals for mom though and was persistent trying to win her over, eventually it worked. i think he said they were seniors in college when it finally worked. after graduation the two got married and moved to corby. after living in corby for two years they got maggie, a black labrador retriever, six months after maggie was brought home mom was told she was pregnant with me and trey. she wasn't exactly what most people would called thrilled, she'd told my father when they first got married she didn't want children. they bickered for a while until they finally decided to keep me. i was born on july nineteenth. dad named me trace alan for some ungodly known reason. april of the following year my parents found out they were pregnant with my younger sister, taryn. much unlike trey and i she was a planned baby.
we all grew up with our parents loving us but never failing to tell us exactly what they felt and why things happened they way they did (with the exception of why mom hated dad in college). around the time the magic began to show up in trey and i, maggie died of cancer leaving mom and dad upset for days. meanwhile, i was freaking out about why all kinds of weird crap kept happening to me. by the time my parents caught on that something was happening to me i'd already gotten used to being picked on about the stupidest little things. that's how i came to love art class, i could express myself however i wanted to and nothing anyone said would change how i felt about my picture or whatever i'd made.
when i turned eleven i got my letter to go to hogwarts. i didn't know what the heck it was, nor did my parents but they allowed me to go anyways. i was sorted into the house of ravenclaw, probably because i'm such a nerd at heart. i fit in rather well at school, i made friends and had some healthy competition and a few fights with trey. nothing out of the ordinary. in my second year taryn tagged along with trey and me. i didn't really see them as much during the second or third year of school, i spent more time drawing then anything else. i don't know why but those were my anti-social years. in my fourth year i met my first girlfriend, anastasia. that relationship was terrible and i swore i'd never date again. remind you i was only fourteen, i kept to my word of not dating until the end of my seventh year. my seventh year was freaking awesome, i met lennox and she quickly became my best friend. two months after meeting her i met shasha and we quickly became a couple.
shasha and my relationship had it's ups and it's downs but we lasted until the middle of freshman year. i found out that she was cheating on me and it crushed me. no one but lennox knows how i felt since i'm rather good at keeping my emotions in check while in public. around that time is when i really started feeling something more for her but i couldn't bring myself to say something and possibly ruin that relationship. toward the end of the year i met olivia. i won't like she was my rebound if you want to call it that. we are the product of a spilt firewiskey at honeydukes. we're still together today but my feelings toward my best friend haven't changed that much.
rp example:
if laziness were to be a disease connor would suffer and possibly die from it. luckily for the blond, it wasn’t a disease just a habit formed over time. he’d gotten up at nine, grumpy, disoriented, and dazed. connor had tried to slip back into his dreams, searching for twenty more minutes of luxurious sleep, but to no avail he was surprisingly wide awake. groaning, the blond pushed himself out of the king sized bed and went toward his bathroom. a shower was in order even if the only thing he had planned today was to sit around his house or maybe kidnap the red head next door. no one liked a smelly person and he wasn’t going to stink or even take the chance of stinking. besides, his hair was a bit greasy and had… drool in it? he drooled in his sleep? oh how appealing that was… connor knew there was a good reason he showered in the mornings, apparently drool-y hair happened to make top five on the list. after his shower, got dressed, and did his hair he grabbed his crappy dell laptop off the desk and headed down stairs to watch flushed away. he’d yet to see the cartoon movie and after many arguments he’d finally agreed to watch it and humor logan.
twenty minutes the movie had lost connor’s attention, the laptop was on and the movie had become background noise. he’d technically watched the movie and hated it. how could kids watch that stuff, how could logan watch it? it was unbearable. instead he’d harmlessly flirted and teased kenzi before convincing her to come over. oreo’s worked magic at getting the red head to come over, well sugar in general would get her to come. sugar, a sexy kangaroo by the name of connor isaiah daniels, and play-doh usually worked. though the kangaroo thing was all new, he had to say he didn’t mind being a kangaroo as long as he was only hers. connor couldn’t have some random hobo on the side of the road come up to him and call him a kangaroo. hell no, that wouldn’t do, the person would most likely get the shit knocked out of them in seconds.
he wouldn’t admit it but he was anxious to have mackenzi over… even if they were just going to watch movies. the blond wasn’t sure what she liked movie wise and grabbed the first three or so off a shelf. connor wasn’t a movie buff; he rarely watched anything besides horror or the occasional comedy. none of which happened to be the genre of the movies he grabbed. alvin and the chipmunks (never seen), finding nemo (absolutely loved), and monsters inc. (uhm… what the hell was this movie?), it was hard to tell if he’d like any outside of nemo which could pull on your heart strings if you let it. running his hand through his neatly styled hair, the boy racked his brain for things needed while watching movies. connor wanted it to be perfect, though he knew she wouldn’t care either way. sighing, he went back into the living room with oreos in hand. it’d do good enough for now…
if laziness were to be a disease connor would suffer and possibly die from it. luckily for the blond, it wasn’t a disease just a habit formed over time. he’d gotten up at nine, grumpy, disoriented, and dazed. connor had tried to slip back into his dreams, searching for twenty more minutes of luxurious sleep, but to no avail he was surprisingly wide awake. groaning, the blond pushed himself out of the king sized bed and went toward his bathroom. a shower was in order even if the only thing he had planned today was to sit around his house or maybe kidnap the red head next door. no one liked a smelly person and he wasn’t going to stink or even take the chance of stinking. besides, his hair was a bit greasy and had… drool in it? he drooled in his sleep? oh how appealing that was… connor knew there was a good reason he showered in the mornings, apparently drool-y hair happened to make top five on the list. after his shower, got dressed, and did his hair he grabbed his crappy dell laptop off the desk and headed down stairs to watch flushed away. he’d yet to see the cartoon movie and after many arguments he’d finally agreed to watch it and humor logan.
twenty minutes the movie had lost connor’s attention, the laptop was on and the movie had become background noise. he’d technically watched the movie and hated it. how could kids watch that stuff, how could logan watch it? it was unbearable. instead he’d harmlessly flirted and teased kenzi before convincing her to come over. oreo’s worked magic at getting the red head to come over, well sugar in general would get her to come. sugar, a sexy kangaroo by the name of connor isaiah daniels, and play-doh usually worked. though the kangaroo thing was all new, he had to say he didn’t mind being a kangaroo as long as he was only hers. connor couldn’t have some random hobo on the side of the road come up to him and call him a kangaroo. hell no, that wouldn’t do, the person would most likely get the shit knocked out of them in seconds.
he wouldn’t admit it but he was anxious to have mackenzi over… even if they were just going to watch movies. the blond wasn’t sure what she liked movie wise and grabbed the first three or so off a shelf. connor wasn’t a movie buff; he rarely watched anything besides horror or the occasional comedy. none of which happened to be the genre of the movies he grabbed. alvin and the chipmunks (never seen), finding nemo (absolutely loved), and monsters inc. (uhm… what the hell was this movie?), it was hard to tell if he’d like any outside of nemo which could pull on your heart strings if you let it. running his hand through his neatly styled hair, the boy racked his brain for things needed while watching movies. connor wanted it to be perfect, though he knew she wouldn’t care either way. sighing, he went back into the living room with oreos in hand. it’d do good enough for now…
kori, sixteen , female , lexxxy , n/a , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
