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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Jim KNowlesGender: MaleAge: 17 Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Orphaned
Residence: Boston, MA
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Salem Institue
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Gale Snow
Biography: (100 words minimum.)The rain was falling as Jim ran up the steps to his house in Mullinger. The twelve year old had just come home from visiting his cousins in Dublin. He quickly took off his shoes and coat and ran towards his parents room. Before he reached the door it opened. Standing in front of him with icy blue eyes was his father.
"Hello da, I wanted to let ye and ma know I was home."
Jim said timidly. His father had always terrified him. He always had a sense of disapproval when he was with his father.
"Hmph... Pack yer things boy. We're moving."
Jim looked up at his father. Bright blue eyes filled with shock,
"What do ye mean moving? Where are we going? Why are we leaving? Is Sean going to come?"
The twelve year old asked.
His father looked at him with stern eyes,
"Do what I say...NOW!"
Jim jumped and ran up the stairs where he ran into his mother. He looked up at her, tears threatening to fall,
"Ma, why are we leaving? I don't understand."
His mother wrapped in a hug and whispered softely,
"One day ye will my little warrior. Just do what yer father says and don't worry. As long as we're togeder we will be fine."
Jim looked up and smiled.
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Jim was born in Mullinger, Ireland on Feb. 17, 1922. He is the youngest sonhaving only one older brother. When Jim was twelve he moved to Boston with his family due to events that he had no control of. Everything changed drastically. He wasn't allowed to go to Hogwarts with his brother instead he was sent to Salem. At first Jim wasn't to keen on the thought of being in a school with Americans. He tried everything he could to get out of the school but soon he found Salem to be sort of a safe haven to him. His life on school was different from life at home. On school he was a straight A student and was into every sport. He seemed very confident, almost arrogant, and sure of himself. He never let anything bother him. At home however, he was the opposite. He was timid and shy, and very quiet.
He constantly strove to please his father to no avail. Because of his weak relationship with his father Jim was extremely close to his mother. His mother meant the world to him. This all changed one night when Jim turned fifteen. He was in his room practicing spells when he heard a crash. He went down stairs to investigate and saw masked men ransacking the living room. He froze and tried to get away but was attacked. His mother came to his rescue, however she was killed fighting the assailants back. Jim then went into a fit of anger and destroyed the house. Jim's father blamed Jim for everything and life became rough for Jim.
By the time the next term in Salem started Jim was a different person. He was no longer happy instead he was angry to the point where he became evil. He was very good at hiding this side of him but the images of that night and the abuse he endured from then on changed him forever.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Jim needed to go out he needed some time to think, to be alone. He walked through the park mindlessly, not thinking about where he was. As he walked he heard a little girl scream for someone to wait for her.
Noisy kids.
He thought slightly annoyed. He was hoping today would be calming, it was beginning to turn the opposite. Jim was about to leave when the same child turned to him and sharply asked if he wanted to play.
Jim sneered as he turned around and his eye twitched,
"Ye know... it's not very safe to talk to strangers. Ye never know what psychopath ye might come across."
He said in a soft low voice hoping it would scare the child away so he could be alone./i]
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