Post by holden humphrey avery on Nov 29, 2010 17:44:59 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]holden humphrey avery
sixteen ▪ slytherin ▪ mark salling
COCKY , ARROGANT , WILD , REBELLIOUS , SARCASTIC
I take comfort in knowing that some people will never really have a place on this Earth. I am one of those people. I was never supposed to be born and the fact that I was seems extraordinary. After my parents had my older sister, my mother was told she would never be able to conceive another child. And yet, a year later, I ended up in the picture. I think that gave my parents some hope. The doctors at St. Mungo’s told her that it would probably be a miscarriage or I would be born dead. She didn’t listen to them. She kept me and waited and hoped and wished and wanted me to be born into this world. And so I was. Maybe it was a weakness I had for her, for my mom. I’ve always wanted to prove myself to her and prove everyone else wrong at the same time. That was what I did from the very start.
Growing up, things were pretty typical. We were a pureblooded family with two kids. We lived in a fairly large home in the countryside. My father worked at a high rank within the ministry. My mother was a stay-at-home mom. My sister was the over-achiever. And I was the trouble-maker. From the time I could walk and talk, I found ways to create mischief. I picked at my older sister endlessly. I was always doing something I wasn’t supposed to. I once stole my father’s wand while he was napping in his study and was beaten afterward for it. Not too harshly, just a good spanking so that my father could make the point that he was in charge.
I was never the smartest wizard. I did have a lot of common sense though. I could be sneaky and conniving like no one. And I was lucky. Even when I was younger, I rarely got caught. Everything has always been a game to me. I think that’s why I’ve always been so good at quidditch. I am a young man who lives and thrives off of strategy. I make a plan and follow through. I am dependable when it comes to making trouble. I carry out the deeds other people are too afraid to even try.
At Hogwarts, I have always been known as a bully. Frankly, that’s how I like things. When people fear you, you can make a lot more happen. I have a close group of friends and a greater cause outside of school to take on. Why would I bother following rules or being nice to people when I can focus on the real task at hand? That’s been the mentality the past few years.
I’m in my sixth year now and I still have the uncanny habit of being on top of the world all the time. I take charge at school and orders out of school. I am good at being the person I am, even if that person doesn’t always do what is right for everyone else.
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Ugh, I sincerely hate these. My wand is 12.5 inches, cherry tree, Manticore hair. Rare, I know. My patronus is a turtle. The memory I use is one from my second year of school when I won my first quidditch match. My dementor is a memory from when I was younger of my father screaming at me after I'd done something wrong. Instead of beating me, he basically just made me feel completely and utterly worthless. My boggart is my own funeral/tomb stone. When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself standing beside the Dark Lord, his most trusted servant. I am in the house of Slytherin and I am in my sixth year. I am a proud Death Eater and support the Dark Lord.
I take comfort in knowing that some people will never really have a place on this Earth. I am one of those people. I was never supposed to be born and the fact that I was seems extraordinary. After my parents had my older sister, my mother was told she would never be able to conceive another child. And yet, a year later, I ended up in the picture. I think that gave my parents some hope. The doctors at St. Mungo’s told her that it would probably be a miscarriage or I would be born dead. She didn’t listen to them. She kept me and waited and hoped and wished and wanted me to be born into this world. And so I was. Maybe it was a weakness I had for her, for my mom. I’ve always wanted to prove myself to her and prove everyone else wrong at the same time. That was what I did from the very start.
Growing up, things were pretty typical. We were a pureblooded family with two kids. We lived in a fairly large home in the countryside. My father worked at a high rank within the ministry. My mother was a stay-at-home mom. My sister was the over-achiever. And I was the trouble-maker. From the time I could walk and talk, I found ways to create mischief. I picked at my older sister endlessly. I was always doing something I wasn’t supposed to. I once stole my father’s wand while he was napping in his study and was beaten afterward for it. Not too harshly, just a good spanking so that my father could make the point that he was in charge.
I was never the smartest wizard. I did have a lot of common sense though. I could be sneaky and conniving like no one. And I was lucky. Even when I was younger, I rarely got caught. Everything has always been a game to me. I think that’s why I’ve always been so good at quidditch. I am a young man who lives and thrives off of strategy. I make a plan and follow through. I am dependable when it comes to making trouble. I carry out the deeds other people are too afraid to even try.
At Hogwarts, I have always been known as a bully. Frankly, that’s how I like things. When people fear you, you can make a lot more happen. I have a close group of friends and a greater cause outside of school to take on. Why would I bother following rules or being nice to people when I can focus on the real task at hand? That’s been the mentality the past few years.
I’m in my sixth year now and I still have the uncanny habit of being on top of the world all the time. I take charge at school and orders out of school. I am good at being the person I am, even if that person doesn’t always do what is right for everyone else.
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Ugh, I sincerely hate these. My wand is 12.5 inches, cherry tree, Manticore hair. Rare, I know. My patronus is a turtle. The memory I use is one from my second year of school when I won my first quidditch match. My dementor is a memory from when I was younger of my father screaming at me after I'd done something wrong. Instead of beating me, he basically just made me feel completely and utterly worthless. My boggart is my own funeral/tomb stone. When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself standing beside the Dark Lord, his most trusted servant. I am in the house of Slytherin and I am in my sixth year. I am a proud Death Eater and support the Dark Lord.
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