Post by joe on Jan 25, 2011 20:07:54 GMT -5
JOSEF MERIANA ROSELL
Joe , Fifteen , Gryffindor , Adam Sevani
INTUITIVE, DISTRACTED, SCATTERED, RELAXED, FORGIVING[/CENTER]
"Playin' my songs is the way I cope with life, won't keep my voice down, know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud. I like to keep things honest, I'm a safe bet like you're life's staked on it, for real"
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EXPERIENCE 6+ years
CONTACT PM
MEMBER TITLE
5th Year
Seeker
Seeker
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Gryffindor
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR:[/ul] Brown
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE PUT IN QUOTES. WOW US.
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Joe gulped back, his dry throat only adding to the tension. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet and looked around him, the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team were standing in formation, ready and relaxed. Joe looked up and wiped sweat from his dark brown eyes, and listened the booming audience just outside of this pit. In just another minute, those big doors would open, they would all walk out, and Joe would play his first game of the exhilarating, dangerous, and incredible sport of Quidditch. He slid a scarlet skullcap over his head, effectively pulling his hair out of his face. “That’ll fall right off,” came a chuckle from beside of him. Joe looked over to see James Potter smirking, and shrugged. “I left all my hair nets in my trunk, so this is the best I’ve got,” he responded with a smile, his mood lightening a little. “Normally I wouldn’t help out the newbie, but there’s no way we can lose this match, so here,” James responded and pulled out his wand, muttering an incantation and rapping Joe on the head with the magical stick. The Seeker was about to turn on his Captain before he felt the cap kind of mold, and become a part of his head. “Permanent Sticking Charm,” James said with a laugh, stowing away his wand inside of his Quidditch robes.
It was too late to do anything about it now, as the gates were slung open, and Joe, squeezing his broomstick as hard as he could, marched out in line with the rest of the team. The sunlight glared hard, the noise exploding from the crowd was tremendous, and Joe felt a huge smile stretch his cheeks out, and felt the sweat drip down from his chin. Across the pitch, in black and yellow robes, were the Hufflepuff team. They looked sleek, and fast, but the constant hours Gryffindor had put into this game were going to pay off. “Try to keep your back against the sun, you don’t need the light in your eyes, and you’ll easier see the glint of the snitch,” came a mutter from Potter infront of him. Joe guessed he felt bad for gluing a hat to his head, or that Potter was just obsessed with winning. Every step Joe took felt like a mile, the hard earth under him cracked at his weight, the stagnant air around him tore any moisture he had left in his mouth and throat from him, and the heat was already causing his robes to stick to him.
The captains shook hands, Joe swung his leg over his broom, and as soon as that whistle blow shattered his conscious thought, he kicked hard into the dirt and soared into the air, ready to show these kids what he had, to show that he wasn’t to be ignored.
It was too late to do anything about it now, as the gates were slung open, and Joe, squeezing his broomstick as hard as he could, marched out in line with the rest of the team. The sunlight glared hard, the noise exploding from the crowd was tremendous, and Joe felt a huge smile stretch his cheeks out, and felt the sweat drip down from his chin. Across the pitch, in black and yellow robes, were the Hufflepuff team. They looked sleek, and fast, but the constant hours Gryffindor had put into this game were going to pay off. “Try to keep your back against the sun, you don’t need the light in your eyes, and you’ll easier see the glint of the snitch,” came a mutter from Potter infront of him. Joe guessed he felt bad for gluing a hat to his head, or that Potter was just obsessed with winning. Every step Joe took felt like a mile, the hard earth under him cracked at his weight, the stagnant air around him tore any moisture he had left in his mouth and throat from him, and the heat was already causing his robes to stick to him.
The captains shook hands, Joe swung his leg over his broom, and as soon as that whistle blow shattered his conscious thought, he kicked hard into the dirt and soared into the air, ready to show these kids what he had, to show that he wasn’t to be ignored.
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