Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2011 13:35:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42; -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border: 0px solid #414141;][cs=2] MORGAN ARISTOTLE URQUHART ! |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eaf0ec;,true][cs=2] THE BASICS [tr][atrb=width,240] NAME: Morgan Aristotle Urquhart AGE: Seventeen BIRTHDAY: 23 May, 2005 YEAR: Year Seven HOUSE: Ravenclaw WAND: Chestnut, Phoenix and Fwooper feather, 13', flexible BLOOD TYPE: O- SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual (Doesn't know it yet) BIRTH PLACE: London, England LIVING PLACE: Hogwarts/London, England MOTHER: Hestia (nee Lange) Urquhart, ex-Ravenclaw FATHER: Abraham Urquhart, ex-Slytherin GUARDIAN(S): Caius Urquhart, grandfather, deceased SIBLING(S): Selene Katerini Urquhart, 15, Ravenclaw PET(S): n/a WATKINS, Ian • Morgan Urquhart JUDGING A BOOK BY ITS COVER [tr][atrb=width,240] As a child, Morgan was always scrawny with short curly hair. Before the death of his grandfather, he was always seen with a smile on his face, always seeming to be missing one tooth or another although his parents found his smile to be worth more than anything in the world. His hair was always in a mess due to his constant climbing around on the stairs, various couches, beds, you name it, he'd conquered it. He was pretty short as a kid, actually shorter than most boys. His parents had thought when he got older he would grow to be his mother's short height of 5'4 or maybe an inch or two taller. When he was 7, he fell climbing trees in the yard of his grandfather's estate. A tree branch left a deep gash on his temple close to the corner of his right eye. The scar didn't heal too well so, leaving a visible mark along the side of his face where the scar was. As the years flew by, after the death of his grandfather his smile was seen a lot less, never knowing when he lost a tooth unless he said something to them. He also began to grow out of his thin stature. Now at the age of 17, Morgan has fully grown out of his frail skinny frame into a strong young man. He has muscles. though they are softly defined. He now stands at an impressive but average height of six feet even, a little shorter than his father but a lot taller than what they thought he would be. He likes to keep his hair grown long, a little past his shoulders. Whether he wears it straight or curly depends on how he feels because he knows they bother suit him well. His eyes are a piercing dark brown that most of the time looks upon people in disgust or pure annoyance. He doesn't smile. He rarely ever smiles, he doesn't get enjoyment out of much and even then he doesn't smile. The scar from his childhood still remains close to his right eye, though it is much more faded but still noticeable from when he was a child. He always keeps his face well shaven, even when he doesn't completely shave he makes sure he is trimmed to perfection. Morgan's style is very refined and sophisticated, in and out of his school uniform. His uniform is always pressed neatly when his is wearing it, he never likes to look anything lest than his best. When he is not wearing his school uniform, he wears plenty of slacks and button downs, his parents gaining his grandfather's wealth when he died so his parents have plenty of money to afford his sophisticated tastes. IT'S MY LIFE [tr][atrb=width,240] Abraham and Hestia Urquhart brought into the world a beautiful baby boy by the name of Morgan Aristotle Urquhart on May 23. From the start, Morgan was a very fussy baby. He didn't take to breast feeding, he would only drink certain brands of milk, he only liked certain kinds of toys, he would only drink from two bottles they'd gotten him and he would cry for hours until the parent he wanted would come and get him. On a number of occasions, when one parent went to change his diaper, he would fuss and cry and scream until the other parent came along to do it and he would quiet down.He was a happy child though who was curious about the world around him. Even with all of his pickiness, there was one person who Morgan was never picky with, his grandfather, Caius. Abraham and Hestia were living in Caius's estate so he was always around to calm little Morgan down when he got into one of his fits. Through his picky nature, his parents loved him dearly. He was beautiful and perfect in their eyes. When Morgan was two, his mother gave birth to his younger sister, somehow, he became a bit less fussy, especially around her. He loved his little sister, telling his parents that she was pretty like mommy was and he couldn't wait till she got older like him. He was sure they would be friends. Through the years, as him and his little sister grew older, he'd showed plenty of signs of magic, making his grandfather, mother, and father proud of him. But he'd felt that something was wrong. His grandfather had become ill and his private healer had to come to the house more often than not. His mum and dad wouldn't let him and his sister play with grandfather anymore, so he knew something was wrong. So one day when his parents were in their room, he went to go see grandfather in his. When he opened the door he heard his grandfather chuckle and called him over. His grandfather looked really bad laying in bed, he was really sick. Morgan was afraid but he approached his grandfather. His grandfather told him that he loved him and his sister very much and that he would miss them. He told him he wanted him to be a good boy for his parents and to tell his sister the same thing. He pulled him into a hug and told him to make him proud before he took his last breath. Morgan stared for a little while before he burst out into tears. His parents must have heard him from out in the hallway because they came in, seeing his grandfather dead. His mum quickly took him out the room as his dad called the healers quickly to their home. He'd watched his grandfather die right in front of his eyes. His mother tried to calm him down with sweet words but he couldn't stop crying. He'd lost his favorite grandfather. Over the years, after the death and burial of his grandfather, he'd set out to make his grandfather proud. He became good at everything, and he'd always been naturally smart, both him and his sister actually. But his parents knew that wouldn't be the same happy little boy he always had been. He had almost an arrogant quality to him now because of the fact. He had to be better than to rest to make his grandfather proud of him. Pretty soon, the years crept by and it was time for his first year at Hogwarts. His parents got him ready and made sure he went off with praises and well wishes. His father had told him he just knew he'd be in Slytherin like he'd been in school. His mother told him that she'd be proud of him no matter what. The time to board the train came and he was off to Hogwarts. He arrived at the castle and waited with the other students to get sorted. When his turn came the hat was sat snuggly on his head. The hat had told him he was more than fit for Slytherin and had told him that he remembered his father. The hat then told him that he would be better suited for his mother's house: Ravenclaw. He smirked and nodded, snickering at a couple of first years he'd been talking to before and telling them he'd get into Ravenclaw. Soon the year got underway. He effortlessly did well in his classes and he was reserved to his own devices, quickly seeing early on that the children his age were all whiny and crybabies and none of the older years would give him the time of day; they were jealous. He did just about everything on his own. Now in his seventh year, Morgan is just about the same, a man with big dreams who fully well knows he will achieve them on his own. He can't wait to get out of Hogwarts to follow his dream of being the Head of the Department of Mysteries, where he won't have to deal with idiots because it is forbbiden to talk of the job, he was sure with others that work there as well. He's just ready to get this last year over with. THIS IS ME [tr][atrb=width,240] Above all else, Morgan is one of the most intelligent people you will never have the pleasure of talking to, because he probably thinks you're an idiot and beneath him. He wits and intelligence is what got him into Ravenclaw in the first place, although later he found out that the Sorting Hat considered Slytherin for just a second, though that didn't really surprise him considering his lineage. Morgan is incredibly cold and unsympathetic when it comes to his peers. He is respectful to his elders though, although most of the time he doesn't believe they reserve his respect, but that was the way he was raised. He's also very reserved and to himself, because he doesn't find other people competent enough to talk to nor has he found anyone interesting enough to talk to or share anything of himself with. Morgan is quite the paranoid one, always questioning the people around him and wondering how they will use him, wondering what their plans for him are. He will not be anyone's pawn, this being another reason he's so reserved. When Morgan gets older and graduates from Hogwarts, he wants to be the Head of the Department of Mysteries. He knows that he won't have to deal with idiots, knowing that the people who work there aren't allowed to talk about their work so he won't ever have to hear their absurd opinions on things related to their work. Most of all he knows that the people at his job would probably be to intimidated by him so they wouldn't attempt to converse with him in the first place. He's very determined to become the Head of the Department of Mysteries, of course getting perfect grades and obtaining the knowledge necessary to reach his goal. But Morgan is also a realist, knowing that it won't be as simple as getting the grades but knowing that he can achieve his dream. Morgan is afraid of failure. He refuses to be a failure and wants to become as great a man as his grandfather was. His grandfather had been the Head of the Department of International Magical Co-Operation. He wants to become just as successful as his grandfather was and to be known for his greatness. LIKES
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THE PERSON BEHIND THE MASK [tr][atrb=width,240] NAME: Lina AGE: Eighteen (Nineteen on 9/18) GENDER: Female WHAT ARE YOU?: Hoggiewart ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE: 5-6 years ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE: Cade had awakened to the silence of the dorm room and the rays of sunlight striking his eyes. A quick look at the clock and it was 11:37am, all the students that were going to Hogsmeade today had left an hour ago. He was late but he didn't mind walking to Hogsmeade alone. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing at his eyes while yawning and looking around the dorm. All the guys were gone, probably gone to Hogsmeade as well or finding one thing or another to do around the castle being that it was Saturday and classes weren't in session. Ah, such a beautiful saturday it was. The sun was beaming at this hour outside of the window although he knew not to let that fool him, it would be quite chilly outside considering it was November and the slight sway of the trees hinted that it was a bit breezy as well. It was only the beginning of the year, his final year at Hogwarts and he had to admit he was pretty excited. Soon graduation would come along and then he was off to pursue his dream of being an Obliviator. Of course he would head to a wizarding university first to perfect his ability in Charms but being an Obliviator didn't necessarily require a four year degree form a wizarding school. He knew though that he would have a better chance of becoming one if he went to a four year univeristy though which is why he considered it. And he knew his parents would be happy that he would go to university. The thought had him smiling as he scratched his head and yawned again. He knew his parents loved him and only wanted the best for him, as most parents did. But he would soon be on his own to make his own decisions that would decide his future. And he couldn't wait. He stood up and strolled to the boys' bathroom, looking himself over in the mirror. He had bed head but it wasn't like his hair wasn't usually styled somewhat close to that, albeit a bit more tamed. He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times to make himself look more presentable before he brushed his teeth and washed his face. The cool water from his towel woke him up the rest of the way as he cleaned around his gentle blue eyes. Girls liked to comment how pretty his eyes were. He didn't find them very special, he'd seen things that were beautiful and his eyes just didn't seem to live up to them. After he finished, he went back to his room for clothes, a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt would suffice. He slipped on his black jacket and grabbed his hufflepuff scarf, walking off but turning back and grabbing his school bag before he was down through the tunnels and common room and then out of the swinging portrait by noon. Maybe he could hang at the Three Broomsticks and get a little bit of work and maybe even a little bit of reading done while there. Walking down the hall he saw a few of his friends from the dorm and classmates. He smiled and nodded with a small wave as he usually did. Everyone knew Cade was a pretty quiet guy for the most part but lots of people also knew he was friendly. He had no problem with anyone unless you caused trouble. Luckily, that hadn't happened this school year. Yet anyway. He made his way out of the door and down the path that led to Hogsmeade. The walk was nice and quiet, he watched the trees sway in the breeze and wrapped his scarf around his neck a bit tighter to keep the chill from biting him. Once he arrived, he headed straight to the Three Broomsticks. Inside, the place wasn't full and loud as it usually was. It wasn't completely empty though, a few groups sitting up on the stools in the front and a few people sitting at tables. He chose to sit at a booth in the corner, nice and quiet where he would be able to concentrate on his studies. Behind him sat another girl, one he'd seen in the common room once or twice. She was doing school work just as he was about to be doing, her head bent as she looked thoughtfully over a piece of parchment, quill in hand. He sat in his chair, putting his bag in the booth beside him. A young, lovely waitress approached him then. "Would you like something to eat or drink today?" she asked kindly with the light smile of a customer service worker upon her face. "Not at the moment, thank you. But I will ask when I do," he smiled up at her. He noticed a light blush stain her cheeks before she giggled and nodded in confirmation and walked away. With a shake of his head and a lingering smile, he reached for his bag, pulling out an Astronomy assignment that was due in two weeks. He took a quill in hand and began his assignment. Today seemed like it would be a pretty productive day. application created by samantha nicole |
