Post by jacob on Dec 7, 2009 6:16:56 GMT 1
Nickname: Jo
How You Found Us: MM
Contact Via: PM
How You Found Us: MM
Contact Via: PM
What can be found in a name:
Jacob Donovan Kirke
When the day I was born:
DOB 12/09/1958
The Angels screamed:
Elvis and Evangeline
And Hell shut its doors:
Younger sister
While creatures retreated:
N/A
To depths unknown:
half-blood
I hide from them:
Quidditch Pitch, rain forests, garage (at home), great hall
Be who they want to see:
Jacob stands as six feet two inches tall with russet looking complexion and skin. He likes to work out, hence his very muscular body. He used to have long hair down to the upper part of his back which made him look like an Indian, but before he went to Hogwarts he made his mother chop it off. In his deep black hair he places a palm of gel in his hair to make it look nice, but not greasy or stiff. He has a fairly large wolf like tattoo on the right side of his right shoulder. He has worked on being an animagus for two years now and has succeeded somewhat in accomplishing his wolf like form. He’s got the tail and the snout down pat let’s just say. He hopes that before seventh year begins he will be able to transform into his brown wolf form. Other then that. His style of dress code is comfortable, though comfortable can also mean the latest fashion of Wizarding wear. Jacob prefer’s long sleeve shirts and thin material t-shirts and jeans that are just the right size, not oversized or undersized. He wears colors depending on his mood, but normally wears light colors to bring out his russet looking skin and complexion. He likes how his Hufflepuff uniform makes him feel like. Makes him feel regal and a gentleman.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Jacob as young new student was often shy, sheepish and friendly, he easily succumbed to any flirtatious activity of women. Though as Jacob found that school was harder then it looks he became more temperamental and sullen through the years. He was still friendly toward people and was a very protective guy when it came to friends, but things could also easily set him off even if someone didn’t mean it. He learned to love himself more and think himself a highly capable and reliable and good looking person. He mostly kept those exact words to himself. Jacob is also a very confident person. He has great confidence for himself and tries to make others confident about themselves which is why he can become so easily befriended by others. He is a social guy and often tries to find conversation starters with someone new he thinks he can like or be friends with. He also likes to hold parties and be invited to parties and laugh, dance, drink and tell stories and have fun. When on vacation back at the muggle world Jacob’s favorite hobby is fixing cars and motorcycles, even if he has to take something apart and figure out how to put it back together himself. Jacob is also a fairly good guitar player, having had much time in his childhood to play. Jacob loves wolves, finds them fascinating and likes to collect little figures of them. All in all Jacob Kirke is a fun, loving guy who is also very protective of his younger sister who is in Gryffindor.
This soulless being:
*Fixing things mainly cars and motorcycles when he is at home on vacation
*Playing the guitar
*Girls
*Partying
*Slytherin’s
Is just as lost:
*Lasagna
*Most pasta except for Spaghetti
*Liars
*The Marauders since they always cause trouble for everyone else
*Inconsiderate people who are just heartless
As everyone else:
+Playing guitar
+Being a reliable friend
+A good secret keeper
+Creative writing
+Fixing things
In a world that knows only hate:
-Temper
-Being called a failure (because he acts like a robot then and starts to drink)
-Somewhat a drinking problem
-Smoking
-His sister
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
* Hopes to complete being a werewolf animagus by seventh year
* Has a codename his friends can only call him. “Puppy”
They left me to die:
N/A
On a bed of roses:
N/A
Blood seeping through:
Father is a recovering alcoholic
The satin sheets of fame:
Just a bit above the managing point, but not rich
What a bitter story of love:
Jacob had a lonely life growing up somewhat. Adored by his parents yes, he wanted a childhood friend, and that happened when his sister was born despite the fact they are a year apart. He did everything together with her, played with her, fed her, protected her from the ghoul that just happened to be in the attic, teased her, argued with her, but above all loved her. Growing up though whenever his parents were out on their jobs Jaco picked up and fixed up the acoustic guitar that was laying around in the garage. Also if his parents were on trips, Jacob would take the project car his dad was working on and fix it up for him. Jacob finished doing that and took it out and wrapped it and gave it to his father for a Christmas present. His father loved it. While the Kirke family is a loving family not all was good before Jacob was born. His father was an alcoholic, nearly killed himself when he hurt his wife Evangeline, but when he learned she was pregnant with Jacob he stopped, and has been sober for many years, not wanting to place his children in that kind of situation.
Jacob was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven years old and immediately sorted into Hufflepuff house, just before the hat even touched the hair upon his head. It was this first year that he felt completely alone, though he made friends, and continued to grow to be a powerful wizard. His loneliness ended when his sister joined him a year later. History of Magic and Transfiguration became his best subject as well as music. His love only grew for his sister, and you know what they say like sister like brother, when he finds out what bad things happen to his sister (or he worries) he cradles her, holds her, protects her, and is the shoulder she need to cry on.
Due to Jacob’s love of wolves when he discovered in his fourth year that he could teach himself –with consequences- to become an animagus that was Jacob’s free time and night time in and out day and night. -Also his father relapsed into alcoholism- Though cute, and cuddly nicknamed Puppy by his friends who can only call him Puppy, because then Jacob would know his true followers, Jacob was a huge party animal, known for the loudest and not so clean parties in the Hufflepuff area of the castle or at a friends house. One of Jacob’s secrets though is he is quite the drinker and smoker when it comes to having parties. He drinks more then he does school work and fears he has fallen into the path of being an alcoholic like his father, just not a violent one. He hasn’t even told his sister or his family the problems he has.
He sat in his leather chair in his office. The professional Quidditch season was under way and there was a lot to do in the Quidditch league Headquarters. The worst part was every year having to sort through all the players criminal background check to make sure they had a clean record. Often at lest three people try out as imposters every year just because they want to be famous. Rather he has requested more security for the problem to the head of the department. He was wearing his simple Ministry of Magic work robes, a gold badge with MoM engraved on it fastened to his chest. His robes hung down and touched the floor as a scribbling was heard. Jacob’s shift had been over three hours ago, but with all the new and backup recruits coming in; it made his job a madhouse.
Soft ballroom music was gently filling the office space from his record player. Today was also a very bad day to come in on work. Today was the seventh anniversary of his sister’s death. He had been eighteen when it happened. His heart flared up as he thought about it. As he thought about how no one else cared that his sister had died except him and his mother. Nevertheless he pushed the memory away, back into the deepest secretive past of his and focused on sorting throughout all the applications, background checks, and etc. He wanted to be done and go home for the night. Besides he had seasonal tickets to go see the Montrose Magpies. The music droned into his mind and his tense muscles started to soften under the entrancing music. Jacob’s head started to fall, and in a matter of minutes he fell asleep on his desk.
Jacob awoke to find himself in a cold sweat that lathered his face in his dormitory bed. It was just a dream. A dream that Jacob wished could come true. Jacob was huge on Quidditch, had a pitch for a backyard as matter of fact that he had to beg his mum to put in. Getting up and slipping into a jacket that he placed over his nightwear Jacob ran out of the dormitory of the Hufflepuff common room and to the great hall where he forked meat and sweets onto a plate.
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