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Alec MacTire

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Name: Alek MacTire

Birthday: Sunday January 14, 1931 beneath a full moon.

Hometown: Connacht province, Ireland   

Bloodline: Pureblood
 

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
 

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
 

Year (pick two): 2nd...but 3rd if I have to.

Biography:
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.


Blood is everything

Alec grew up with this notion in mind from the day he was born. His family's motto being "Purity Above All" gave a certain foreboding as well as a promise. He grew up in the main household in Connacht, Ireland. Though one could easily travel between their house and their uncle's house. So in the end it was almost as if the two houses were one.

The MacTire family is a close-knit crew. They work together, protect each other, most of all they have each other's backs. Trust your back with no one but blood. So for Alec to have a twin of his blood, well, he found someone to entrust his back to. Zander has always had Alec's back and Alec his since the day they were born, and Alec intends it to stay that way.

The MacTire family is old blood, very old blood. But recently they have discovered other means to attain prestige and fortune in this new age, and have done so through the use of the Irish mob. They have their muggle side of operations, as well as their wizarding side. The list of things they do is quite long, though good luck trying to link it back to them.

This is the environment Alec grew up in, and grew into. Alec is not a very nice person. Which is to say he can be, and is, quite mean-spirited. He's rude, disrespectful, does not get along with anyone of less than pureblood heritage and he likes to pull devilishly designed pranks. In short he's a snake in the grass. Yet even though I say that, to his friends and family he is the wind beneath their wings and will continue to hold them up unless they betray him. Beware betrayers for your judgment and verdict shall not be pleasant.


Alec had always known that he was a wizard. Why he was born into a family of purebloods, of course he was a wizard. He had been raised as a wizard among his wizarding family. He had been taught spells instead of fairy tales. He was taught to fight before he could run. To some this may have been torture, but to Alec it was exhilarating. Not only was it exhilarating but it was most definitely necessary considering that family reunions, especially holidays, got a little rambunctious and you would be hard-pressed to go to one and not witness a brawl or three. Such were the ways of the MacTires.

When Alec got his letter there was no party, it was merely to be expected especially since his letter of acceptance also came with Zander's. Some cousins issued quiet congratulations, but other than that nothing. Though Alec wasn't upset and neither was Zander, oh no. It was time for them to be released upon Hogwarts. The wolves were out.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Alec is a trickster, a prankster as well as a fighter. He is a purist, despising and looking down upon all those with less than pureblood status. He even looks down upon some of those with pureblood rank. To his friends he is dependable, encouraging, funny and a clown. To his enemies he is a nuisance, a bother, and a threat.

Appearance: Alec is 5'4" which is rather tall for a boy of his age. He has black hair and light eyes. His gaze is cold, harsh and distant, though when provoked his eyes flash an icy blue with pure malice. He has a rather handsome face but his personality often deters the approach of those who think so. Coming from a rich pureblood family he can often be found wearing designer clothing, but it doesn't stay clean for long, not when Alec has places to explore and people to prank.

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Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Option I:

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"



To be honest Alec wasn't having the best of days. He spent the morning trying to hunt down Zander but to know avail. That's what happens when your twin decides he's going to go wrestle a Leprechaun. Didn't he know that they weren't in Ireland anymore? Ah, Ireland. Alec suddenly felt a pang of homesickness, before his thoughts turned back to his missing twin.

  Zander is gunna get it when I find 'im he thought to himself as he stormed down the hallway. The reason why Alec was so upset is simple. Zander had taken the galleons that Alec had in his room and had left them in a bread-crumb trail down the hallways in order to lure his Leprechaun. This would have worked in Ireland but they were not in Ireland. Perhaps Zander was just messing with him. Gah! Yup, that was it for sure.

The two brothers loved each other, but they loved messing with each other just as much. However, if anyone else tried to mess with one of the brothers they would be in for a whuppin'.  Ah well, nothing to do but pick up all these coins. Finally Alec got to the end of the trail and bent to pick up the last coin. "Victory! Time to go reward myself with some food!" He turned and rushed off in the way of the great hall. If I catch Zander I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. he thought to himself as he made his way there.

"Oh look! Butter-tarts! Could this day get any better?!" Alec scooped up a handful...or two...and possibly two pocket-fulls of butter tarts and left the great hall all the while stuffing his face. Mmmm, so good. He was already starting to get full and he still had two more butter tarts... he saw a boy up ahead. That boy looks like he's been pranked badly, I wonder who got him. . He walked a little faster to try to pass the boy. Maybe if he'd be able to tell who pranked him from the front.

The boy rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"


The sudden theatrics had taken Alec completely unaware. He stopped mid-step, his foot hovering above the ground. His eyes widened and the butter tart that he was in the process of eating with no hands, fell from his mouth.  He stared at the boy for a good two seconds. He didn't enjoy being yelled at. He didn't care what happened to the other boy, he was not about to be talked to like that by anyone.

"Listen here! Do you know who I am? Do You?" The more he spoke the thicker his Irish accent became. He bent down and picked up the butter tart. He looked down at it and glared. "You ruined.....my butter tart...." As he said it he tossed it lightly at the boy. "I won't 'ave it wasted, eat up champ." He poured as much emphasis into the last word as he could.

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« Last Edit: 01/12/2014 at 18:56 by Alec MacTire »

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Hey Alec, your application is looking awesome. I cannot wait to role play with him!

I would like to make a small note that I’d like you to watch out for, though! I noticed you use both examples in your sample roleplay, and that’s not needed. They’re really meant to simply be examples of how you might respond while role playing with another player. I’d love if you could tweak your response so that Alec is only responding to James.

Also, there wasn’t any mention of James being a Halfblood. I know it’s a fun tie to through Alec’s blood purity in there, but we’d prefer if you didn’t make speculations about characters if they weren’t overt.

Also, on a totally last note, I know it seems kind of final since this isn’t a real role play, but in a thread it’d be difficult for James to respond since Alec has walked away. An easy fix is to just not leave it so final: have Alec turn to leave instead of him having walked away. Sound good?

Make this little fixes and we’ll be good to go!

Thanks!

Charlie
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Alec MacTire

    (01/12/2014 at 19:08)
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Alek MacTire

Birthday: Sunday January 14, 1931 beneath a full moon.

Hometown: Connacht province, Ireland   

Bloodline: Pureblood
 

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
 

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
 

Year (pick two): 2nd...but 3rd if I have to.

Biography:
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.


Blood is everything

Alec grew up with this notion in mind from the day he was born. His family's motto being "Purity Above All" gave a certain foreboding as well as a promise. He grew up in the main household in Connacht, Ireland. Though one could easily travel between their house and their uncle's house. So in the end it was almost as if the two houses were one.

The MacTire family is a close-knit crew. They work together, protect each other, most of all they have each other's backs. Trust your back with no one but blood. So for Alec to have a twin of his blood, well, he found someone to entrust his back to. Zander has always had Alec's back and Alec his since the day they were born, and Alec intends it to stay that way.

The MacTire family is old blood, very old blood. But recently they have discovered other means to attain prestige and fortune in this new age, and have done so through the use of the Irish mob. They have their muggle side of operations, as well as their wizarding side. The list of things they do is quite long, though good luck trying to link it back to them.

This is the environment Alec grew up in, and grew into. Alec is not a very nice person. Which is to say he can be, and is, quite mean-spirited. He's rude, disrespectful, does not get along with anyone of less than pureblood heritage and he likes to pull devilishly designed pranks. In short he's a snake in the grass. Yet even though I say that, to his friends and family he is the wind beneath their wings and will continue to hold them up unless they betray him. Beware betrayers for your judgment and verdict shall not be pleasant.


Alec had always known that he was a wizard. Why he was born into a family of purebloods, of course he was a wizard. He had been raised as a wizard among his wizarding family. He had been taught spells instead of fairy tales. He was taught to fight before he could run. To some this may have been torture, but to Alec it was exhilarating. Not only was it exhilarating but it was most definitely necessary considering that family reunions, especially holidays, got a little rambunctious and you would be hard-pressed to go to one and not witness a brawl or three. Such were the ways of the MacTires.

When Alec got his letter there was no party, it was merely to be expected especially since his letter of acceptance also came with Zander's. Some cousins issued quiet congratulations, but other than that nothing. Though Alec wasn't upset and neither was Zander, oh no. It was time for them to be released upon Hogwarts. The wolves were out.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Alec is a trickster, a prankster as well as a fighter. He is a purist, despising and looking down upon all those with less than pureblood status. He even looks down upon some of those with pureblood rank. To his friends he is dependable, encouraging, funny and a clown. To his enemies he is a nuisance, a bother, and a threat.

Appearance: Alec is 5'4" which is rather tall for a boy of his age. He has black hair and light eyes. His gaze is cold, harsh and distant, though when provoked his eyes flash an icy blue with pure malice. He has a rather handsome face but his personality often deters the approach of those who think so. Coming from a rich pureblood family he can often be found wearing designer clothing, but it doesn't stay clean for long, not when Alec has places to explore and people to prank.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Option I:

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"



To be honest Alec wasn't having the best of days. He spent the morning trying to hunt down Zander but to know avail. That's what happens when your twin decides he's going to go wrestle a Leprechaun. Didn't he know that they weren't in Ireland anymore? Ah, Ireland. Alec suddenly felt a pang of homesickness, before his thoughts turned back to his missing twin.

  Zander is gunna get it when I find 'im he thought to himself as he stormed down the hallway. The reason why Alec was so upset is simple. Zander had taken the galleons that Alec had in his room and had left them in a bread-crumb trail down the hallways in order to lure his Leprechaun. This would have worked in Ireland but they were not in Ireland. Perhaps Zander was just messing with him. Gah! Yup, that was it for sure.

The two brothers loved each other, but they loved messing with each other just as much. However, if anyone else tried to mess with one of the brothers they would be in for a whuppin'.  Ah well, nothing to do but pick up all these coins. Finally Alec got to the end of the trail and bent to pick up the last coin. "Victory! Time to go reward myself with some food!" He turned and rushed off in the way of the great hall. If I catch Zander I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. he thought to himself as he made his way there.

"Oh look! Butter-tarts! Could this day get any better?!" Alec scooped up a handful...or two...and possibly two pocket-fulls of butter tarts and left the great hall all the while stuffing his face. Mmmm, so good. He was already starting to get full and he still had two more butter tarts... he saw a boy up ahead. That boy looks like he's been pranked badly, I wonder who got him. . He walked a little faster to try to pass the boy. Maybe if he'd be able to tell who pranked him from the front.

The boy rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"


The sudden theatrics had taken Alec completely unaware. He stopped mid-step, his foot hovering above the ground. His eyes widened and the butter tart that he was in the process of eating with no hands, fell from his mouth.  He stared at the boy for a good two seconds. He didn't enjoy being yelled at. He didn't care what happened to the other boy, he was not about to be talked to like that by anyone.

"Listen here! Do you know who I am? Do You?" The more he spoke the thicker his Irish accent became. He bent down and picked up the butter tart. He looked down at it and glared. "You ruined.....my butter tart...." As he said it he tossed it lightly at the boy. "I won't 'ave it wasted, eat up champ." He poured as much emphasis into the last word as he could.

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How did you find us?: Fate



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Mr MacTire

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted!

Your admission to the Hogwarts board also includes Elsewhere, where you will find fully functioning institutions, like the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic, that you’re welcomed to peek into and enjoy.

Hogwarts will open January 1st, but at the moment you'll find Summer Campus the place to be! Head over there and enjoy some fun in the sun! We have Quidditch Games and Dueling, as well as great events for your teams. Have fun!



Can’t wait to see you for class!
Professor Kedding
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