Name: Galahad Percival Kennedy
Birthday: May 29th 1933
Hometown: London, England
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Blood type: O-
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): First or Second
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.
Born to a family of pure blood supremacists Galahad was often shunned by his Family for his views on treating everyone equally. Galahad didn't have many friends growing up, as his family tended to only associate with other families with similar beliefs. Relegated to attic Galahad read many stories about brave heroes slaying dragons and saving the world, he vowed that one day he would do the same. As a child he would often get into fights, coming home with several scrapes, bruises and cuts that he would treat himself. The reason for these fights was that Galahad could never stand it when someone else was picked on, whether they were a muggle, a squib or a pureblood, Galahad didn't care. All these fights, combined with his poor family situation and martial arts training lead to the boy becoming decently tough. The only person who ever accepted Galahad was his Uncle James Fitzgerald who was equally shunned by the family for having married a "mud-blood". The year before Galahad was to go to Hogwarts issues with his family reached a fever point, his parents disowned the 11-year-old child and kicked him unceremoniously out of the house. After one year of living at his Uncle's home in London Galahad received a letter with his invitation to go to Hogwarts. James and Galahad went and picked up a 12-inch wand, made of Australian bull oak, with a core of Thestral hair, a regular barn owl that Galahad named Lancelot and the rest of his supplies. Now with all his supplies in hand, he was ready to go to Hogwarts.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Gryffindor
Personality:
Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?
His Myers Briggs type is INTJ, Galahad is a quiet boy who doesn't speak very much, but when he does speak it says volumes. Often considered aloof, prickly and antisocial has never really had any friends, Galahad is often misunderstood as a misanthrope. However nothing could be farther from the truth, Galahad wants nothing more than to make friends, and those he cares about he shows an undying loyalty (to the point that if he were put in a situation where to save his friends life, he would have to sacrifice is own, he'd do it without a seconds hesitation). It takes a great deal to make Galahad angry, but we he is angry it's often quite difficult to tell, he enters into what could almost be called a tranquil fury. Due to his rocky relationship with his parents Galahad has a rough relationship with figures of absolute authority. As a result he often breaks rules and talks back to his teachers. While he is a rebel and a rule-breaker, that doesn't stop Galahad from being a gentleman. The differences between whether he is happy or unhappy are as follows: When he's happy he's more social and outgoing, and helpful. When he's unhappy he is either brooding over a book by Nietzsche (when he's sad) or doing whatever it takes to get justice against the person that made the mistake of making him angry (a very difficult task).
Likes:
People:
Winston Churchill, King George VI and his speeches, his aunt, uncle and cousins.
Music
Classical Music, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra
Food:
Steak, Burgers, Italian food, fish and chips, Irish food, haggis
Dislikes:
People
Authority figures, pure-blood extremists, racism, the Nazis, Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, his parents
Music:
Jazz, opera, country music, blues and folk music
Food: Catfish, eggplant, grilled chicken, Middle eastern food, Indian food
Fears: Becoming like his parents, becoming a tyrant, being placed under absolute power, heights, attractive women/girls and Dragons
Appearance:
Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?
A tall boy physically fit with short white hair (caused by a combination of heredity and a genetic defect) and bright blue eyes. He walks with an almost elegant stature, to the point where if a book were placed upon his head, it would not drop. His white hair and above mentioned belief in equality earned him the enmity of bullies everywhere, resulting in a majority of the fights he was in.
Accent: a blend of Estuary English and Posh English (for examples you can listen to either Matt smith or Gary Oldman as George Smiley)
Patronus (he doesn't have one yet but when he does it will probably look like a Gray wolf)
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not James' or Astrid's.
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!"
“Why do we fall?" asked Galahad rhetorically. "So we can pick ourselves back up," He said continuing with his statement. "You claim that loosing is bad, but I disagree, there are a thousand lessons that can be learned from failure but only one that can be learned from success. Take your new-found knowledge and use it to become better than you were when you failed in the first place". Galahad looked James in his tearful eyes "We are members of house Gryffindor, and we display ourselves with pride, " he said "You may have lost against those pure-blood fanatics this time, but next time we'll make damned sure that we will pound them so hard into the dirt that they won't know what hit them". All of this was rather odd for Galahad had been often a quiet boy who rarely spoke, but the sight of his comrade in tears called him to action. While he preferred not to lead or be in charge, when no one stepped up to be in to handle the situation Galahad was always willing and ready.
Option 2:
“Oh, come now!"
Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.
Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.
A pout formed on her lips, as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.
“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”
Galahad just looked at her and shrugged, none of this was really mattered to him. He also wasn't exactly pleased by having to deal with this overly excited girl trying to bug him on his way to class. Ignoring the girl he just kept walking, opening one of his magic books to signify that he didn't really care about anything the girl could ask him. However Galahad also wanted to hide any hints that he might have romantic feelings for Astrid, as he felt that she probably wouldn't like him anyway. "What if she follow" me Galahad nervously thought, "I'll have to talk to a girl,” he almost shouted in his mind. "I don't know how to talk to girls" his mind went on thinking "What if I say something bad and embarrass myself? What if my zipper is undone?” Galahad checked and saw that his zipper was indeed not undone, as he had previously thought.
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