POTTER, James

[james t. potter]

Nickname: Jo
How You Found Us: MM
Contact Via: PM

What can be found in a name:
James Potter
When the day I was born:
DOB 27/03/1960
The Angels screamed:
Abraham and Liberty
And Hell shut its doors:
N/A
While creatures retreated:
Sooty owl name Pidgey
To depths unknown:
Pureblood

I hide from them:
Shrieking Shack, Zonko’s Joke Shop, Quidditch Pitch, Common ROom
Be who they want to see:
Hazel eyes with glasses, though prefers contacts, black untidy short hair that looks like the wind messed it up. He is five feet nine inches tall, and though he may look skinny he actually has a fairly athletic physique from being on the Quidditch team. He likes to dress comfortably in t-shirts, hoodies, baggy pants sometimes and doesn’t exactly come clean when he wears his school uniform. The tie is astray along his neck. The first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone. His robes are opened so it makes James look more like he is wearing a cape then a robe. His pants are hung –snuggly so- with a belt around his waist, and more then once he leaves his shoes untied or sneakily wears sneakers. James has a tattoo of the Gryffindor symbol on his right shoulder blade. When James goes out on a full moon night he transforms into a Stag for his best friend’s Remus’ sake. To muggles he would look like a very large buck or a deer. On a nice hot day when school work is naturally boring James often wears sleeveless shirts, never minding his semi pale – semi tan complexion.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Words to describe James is, dependable, honest, brave, and true. Like the lion of Gryffindor house. James does not believe in this whole blood feud idea thing between Gryffindor and Slytherin, though he doesn’t associate himself around Slytherin’s much in fear he may damage his reputation as a noble lion trouble maker. Whilst James is caring and kind, and is open to making friends and social, he also…has a gnack for not caring. If someone came up to him and asked him to go out on a date –which many do- he would probably say yes and then something would come up with his marauder friends and he wouldn’t come. This is one man you have to make appointments for or at least write notes of date and time and place. James loves to eavesdrop and listen to rumors as well as causing them (as long as he doesn’t hurt anyone in the end), but above all he likes to be a free man, skipping classes, paying students to do his school work, and running off with his buddies into town and to the local joke shop. James always jumps at the chance to make a good joke. Tossing stink pellets or dung bombs in classroom so class could get out early. Of course not one hundred percent of the credit goes to him. It goes to his accomplices too. When James drinks or has a bad day – and it takes a lot to make a day bad for him- he is more prune to attacks, and to people telling him he is no good and rotten, or he is prune to the positive to where the occasional person will say he is just a fun man, but also deeply cares for people.
This soulless being:
+ Causing Mischief
+ Pranks and jokes
+ Lily
+ Hanging out with the rest of the Marauders (Sirius, Remus, Peter)
+ Finding trouble
Is just as lost:
- The snake heads
- Cheating at a Quidditch game (though he has never done it)
- People who are disrespectful to him, his friends or his house for that matter
- Pumpkin Pasties
- Being caught by teachers in his acts of victory
As everyone else:
Dueling
Quidditch
Stealthy pulling pranks
Gambling
Flying
In a world that knows only hate:
Lily
A good joke
Money (though he doesn’t need any)
His forgetfulness of important things
Doesn’t seem to care that his mischief and fooling around often times puts his life at stake.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He is an animagus
Created the Marauders Map with Sirius, Remus, and Peter
Created the Invisibility Cloak

They left me to die:
N/A
On a bed of roses:
N/A
Blood seeping through:
The Potter family was extremely wealthy
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:

Born in 1960 was an extremely pampered and spoiled boy by the name of James Potter. His mother and father who were wizards absolutely loved him and adored him and wanted to make sure he their little Jamesy had everything he ever wanted. James started to show signs of magic early on in his childhood, and had by the age of seven already befriended one of the members of the Black Family. Sirius Black. James discovered that being proper and nice sucked, there was no fun in it unless you were behaving at a party and you could go off to you room later. He had snuck around the Black territory and played at a local park where he lit off a dungbomb in front of a first year Hogwarts student (thank god not a muggle).

At Hogwarts, James was very popular; he was a Quidditch chaser and rather liked to show off . He was best friends with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew; they were known for mischief and dubbed themselves the “Marauders”. When they learned that Lupin was a werewolf, James, Sirius, and Peter set out to become Animagi so they could join him; they succeeded in their fifth year James earned the nickname “Prongs” because his Animagus form was a stag.

All four of them though James always thought Peter a pet, were into the same philosophy as he was. Find trouble, don’t let trouble find you, and make the best of it. Though Remus was always the mature one, he did favors for his brothers and loved them. James and Sirius were always the school criminals in their early years, having earned their rightful reputation as “trouble maker’s” in their third year. Though James could have been cut out as a heartless boy, there was one person who stole his heart and that was Lily Evans. She was beautiful, in Gryffindor, and yet was the exact opposite of him. He cared, she cared, but she helped others and stepped in and was there when others needed her. James was head over heel’s for her. Alas as fifth year starts James hopes to get onto the Quidditch team again and continue to rob from the rich and cause trouble and laughter.

Half way through potions class, learning about the sleeping draught, cauldrons were bubbling and boiling, quills were squiggling and the Marauder’s of Gryffindor were yawning in the back of the class. At least James Potter was. He was doodling on a piece of parchment yawning. More the once of course the teacher yelled at him for almost falling asleep. “POTTER!” A slap was heard as the Professor slapped his ruler down on James’ desk. James sat upright. “Yes Professor?” He spoke with a cocky grin. “Passing notes in class again are we?” James tossed his head back, laughing heartily. “Nah, only Quidditch drawings of how were going to be Slytherin!” He joked, sticking his tongue out at the snakes. The Professor eyed him and looked at the note. “Really now? Well do you mind if I show the class you seemingly artistic ability of Wizarding stick figures?”

The other students snickered softly. “No, by all means go ahead Professor.” James encouraged, slipping his hand to Sirius who was behind him signaling that Sirius should hand him the Professor’s gift. As the Potions Master turned around, James tossed the stink pellet and watched it land on top of the Potions Master’s desk. Rotten smells started to erupt from the pink shaped “gag” joke. The whole room started to stink up. The students were coughing, and started to leave, as James pulled up his dress shirt over his nose, and knelt down by the desks and started to shimmy over to the Professor who was coughing. James’ eyes were watering badly as he snatched the note, and headed out of the potions class and back to the common room, laughter pouring from his face. “Got’s to wash my clothes and hair I do. Of James’ Potion’s stink pellet do!” He laughed.

[.going down in flames.]

I know we know you sweety, but there should be an rp-thing in your James Charrie...so put that up and I'll look again -mwah-

[james t. potter]

Fixed.

[.going down in flames.]