Post by Leif on Aug 18, 2013 3:44:13 GMT -8
gwyrth emrys baines,
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hello there! meet fabulous gwyrth emrys baines,
though everyone calls him/her gwyrth or gwy or elf or emmy. he/she is a
sixteen year old ravenclaw. he
looks a lot like max krieger, which is really cool, right?
though everyone calls him/her gwyrth or gwy or elf or emmy. he/she is a
sixteen year old ravenclaw. he
looks a lot like max krieger, which is really cool, right?
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Hey. So I'm Gwyrth Emrys Baines. I was born to two awesome parents back in the year 2006... It was snowy that day. The twenty-second day of December, sometime after midnight. I was born on the winter solstice. I guess my parents are awesome? Well just because they are. So anyways, don't judge me because I think my family is awesome. Family means everything to me. And by that I do mean they mean everything to me. My mom is a dragon tamer... Dragon breeder... Dragon farmer, or whatever you call them. I grew up and I still live on a dragon farm in the Faroe Islands. My dad's Welsh but he had grew up in the Faroe Islands, like his parents. My grandparents moved there during the war and had my dad quite late. I was born in 2006. My dad was born in 1979. My grandfather and even my great-grandfather moved well before my dad was even born. My grandfather had my dad when he was... Old. My dad's name is Pryce Disgleirio Baines. My mother's name is Sophie Delphine Baines... Though her old name was I think Eve or Nadine... I don't remember. I come from a family line of proud pure-bloods.
Speaking of pure-bloods. I have never actually met a muggle. I don't know who they are or exactly why muggles are muggles. I know they don't have magic. The way my mother had described it to me, they seem to be a bunch of terrifying people. I don't think I like muggles... But, how could I judge something I never met? I judge spiders and I never talked to a spider. I don't like spiders. Does this mean I don't like muggles? I don't like rats... Or mice that stow away on our farm. But, I never got to know or befriended one. So... I guess I don't like muggles. I hate spiders. I hate rats. I hate muggles. Muggles are strange. They're weird. They're foreign... But they build strange cities that actually kind of look neat. I don't get why people have to live together in a city or town. I grew up away from everyone else. I grew up on a farm, my home was in a cave on the side of a cliff.
Yes. That's right. I grew up in a cave on a cliff. Don't get me wrong, we actually had very nice windows. The cave was carved out by dragons and for dragons. There's a batch that allows us to grow our own vegetables. We do have fruit trees, but they don't grow very well. There's actually no trees at all on the Faroe Islands. Oh yes, have I mentioned I grew up on an island? I consider myself British however. My family has had land stake here long before since nineteen... Something something. I'm not exactly sure, but I did learn there was once a war against a group called the um... They were Germans. Anyways, the British took these lands and handed them over to another country sometime later in nineteen... Something... Something. History is not my strong suit okay? I'm not good at math and I'm not good at history. We have willows on our farm. The willows are actually cool. But, people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them a willow isn't a tree.
Oh! Wait! I remember some history about where I grew up. Long, long, long ago Irish monks came to the islands. Then the Vikings came and then the island died off from some sort of plague, I think the Black Death? Then later fishing had become a profession for peoples here, not just the muggles... Even the magical fishermen. Come on, somebody has to catch the food you know? There is such a thing as a magical farmer! I grew up on a farm... A dragon farm. Or is it a dragon ranch? Anyways, there used to be some Norweigian Ridgeback dragons that nested in the cliff long ago, but they were driven slowly away for catching the fish and other water mammals. The dragons were direct competition with the fisheries. Salmon is common too. I do know how to fish! I used to fish with my parents. Okay used to? Not, I still do! You could say I'm a master baiter. Hehe. Anyways, there are some farms. I lived in a beautiful farm. It was green in the summer and white in the winter. Why was it white? Because it snowed... A lot.
Let's backtrack some. I was born on the farm to my parents obviously. She was from another pure-blood family, one with much deeper roots tied through France and Wales... And later the United Kingdom. One of my uncles or something is very high ranking. Anyways, I moved to Wales with my mom and dad for a while it was only about a year, but we moved back to the farm in Saksun, Faroe Islands. As I said, I grew up in a cave. It's not really a cave. But, it was once a cave carved into the land, a cliff long ago. I don't know how old it is. It wasn't much. My grandfather said a dragon once must've used it as emergency shelter from a large storm and blasted a new cave. The cave sides were so smooth that my grandfather built a house over it after the dragon had left. The house went into the ground and stuck out a bit. Grass grows on the roof, the house blends in quite well. Planes can't spot it very well at all, nor can flying people. It makes it a perfect place to live to be away from others. Trust me, it looks small on the outside. On the inside? It's a palace. I don't know exactly where or how my parents make money. My mom is a dragon tamer... Breeder. Anyways, she runs our farm, even though we don't have any dragons or much food. Like I said, our fruit trees are pretty much dead. We do have a nice small waterfall for fresh water.
Life was good. I liked life. Though, I didn't learn a lot from friends over the summer. Everything I learned was pretty much from the school year. Unless a friend came to visit me or I somehow convinced a parent to let me go back to the mainland to visit a friend I was pretty much alone just with my parents and their awkward friends that came around now and then. We did go to holiday parties and stuff. Anyways, when I was fourteen. I was super curious about my body. You know how that goes with boys, right? So yeah... I was over there playing with myself and my dad walks in. I locked my door. He didn't care, he unlocked it with his wand anyway and saw me playing with my little wand. Okay, I promise it's not a little wand, but you should get what I mean... My dad's actual wooden wand is sixteen inches. Oh for Merlin sakes! Don't look at me like that. So anyways, while I was looking down because I was naked and my dad got all awkward and red faced and turned around to leave apologizing I stopped him by asking a very simple question: "Hey dad, is it penises or peni?" Needless to say that question ended up with me getting the talk... What's the saying? The dragons and the seals talk... Oh wait, um, the birds and the bees.
My mom doesn't have any siblings. I don't have any cousins on that side. However, my dad's side is a different story. So anyways, my dad is a cousin of the current Minister for Magic, Joseph Lumiere. He has three kids. I think they're the closest related kids to me? I'm not entirely sure... I'm not good with math. I think they're my first cousins once removed? Anyways, it's cool... Or is it second cousins? I don't remember, it's one of those. Anyways, they're cool I guess? One's like old, but she's nice from what I remember... I should owl her... The younger one seems a bit too... Dark and moody? And the middle one is a boy. Oh hell yeah. We're about the same age. He's actually entertaining and I think he gives people the benefit of the doubt... Something I need to work on obviously.
My dad has never been too fond of dragons. He only worked with dragons because my grandfather had him work with him. That's how my parents met. After they got married and had me, my dad settled down and stayed home with me a lot more than my mom. She was the worker. The breadwinner. My dad was a spell inventor and experimenter. I don't know what exactly his job is called, but our farm is the perfect place for my dad. He experiments with weather spells. Once, I was missing the snow because it was late that year... My dad made it snow in my room. It was common for me to hear "Honey! I made it rain in the kitchen again!" Or things like that. My dad practiced weather spells a bit too much in the house. I don't know how he managed to fix all that water damage, but I was for sure pissed off when he caused it to rain in the living room accidentally. He ruined my book! I never got to finish reading it, the pages clumped together. My dad tried to dry it... And caught it on fire. It didn't make much sense to me. I loved the cold weather, I loved the snow. The first time it snowed each year I would jump outside and jump into the snow and make a snow winged human. I did this in my boxers, my socks, or whatever I had on. I once did it while I was stark naked because I was experimenting sleeping in the buff. Anyways, excuse my morning wood reaction, I laid in the snow and despite it to say my mom had to make hot chocolate to soothe me as I got sick that day... So going out there naked wasn't the best idea... For two reasons: One, I hate being sick. Two, the shrinkage! My dad harassed me for like three weeks. Actually, I should probably admit I don't have a strong sense of modesty. I have no problem with changing in a locker room. If someone steals my clothes while I'm in the shower? I'll walk back to my dorm naked without my towel if I have to, it doesn't phase me at all.
I love fun, I love adventure. My parents say I'm mischievous... Spontaneous... Troublemaker... I just love to run around. I love to dance. Did you know my mom's actually a good dancer? She learned from her family, they have a much stronger lineage than my dad's family. Anyways, I used to dance with my mom a lot. I still do at some events when we travel to Scotland, Wales, or even Diagon Alley for them. I have never been in London, outside of Diagon Alley. I'm afraid to go to muggle cities alone. I never actually spent the night in a muggle city. Everyone I ever knew was magical. When a muggle found our farm, I freaked out and ran off screaming for my parents. I think they wiped his memory or something and sent the muggle on his merry way.
I love and hate rules. I intentionally break rules sometimes just to have a bit of fun. I don't live up to expectations. I'm a teenager, my dad told me to enjoy it so that's what I'm going to do... Enjoy it. Though, I really do not like when my dad talks about the endless line of sluts he banged. Come on, seriously dad? I know I can have sex and you won't judge me... But, I don't need to know your history before mom! A friend jokingly called my dad Ted Mosby once... I still don't know what my friend means. Ted Mosby... Who is that? Weird name. It's a funny name. Dude sounds pretentious.
Anyways, I love to do what I want and go where I want. I love to explore, I love to climb up clips and mountains. Rock climbing? I'm your guy! I may be a clever boy, able to figure things out and how to scale up a cliff or a waterfall, but I just love them, I'm okay with the danger because it doesn't feel like danger to me. This is what I grew up doing. I grew up near cliffs, caves, mountains. I grew up on an island where the only trees were my dead fruit trees. This is my game. I once went sky diving. My parents strapped a parachute to my back and we went really high up in the sky and jumped off the brooms. I love to do things just for amusement, I don't like a dull moment. I get bored easily, like way too easily. Seriously, talk to me. Talk my ear off, or else I get bored. I don't like awkward quiet moments, I talk really fast and I can probably being annoying with how fast I talk. Oh yeah, I probably have to be yelled at to shut up sometimes or just throw a shoe at me if I don't shut up. Okay? Anyways, I guess I'm wild sometimes? But I think on my feet and I can dance really well. Like seriously, never challenge me to a dance off. But, never give me an instrument, I can break any instrument by staring at it, probably. I'm not very good with playing music, but I can dance to it for sure.
I'm light on my feat, sturdy, stable. I can move around quickly without people hearing me, so quickly and quiet I am on my feet. I can see very well in the dark so I don't need to have my wand lighting the way... Despite, I cannot really keep a bright lumos up, my longest lasting lumos was a total of six minutes and fourteen seconds and it was very... Very dim. I have amazing balance and can stand on the towers of Hogwarts without being afraid. I grew up near cliffs, why would I be afraid of some height? I like flying fast... Because slow lets the sun hit you, fast lets you feel the moisture in the air, the cold... The brisk cold. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is far too warm for my tastes... Too warm! Except for the winters, they're nice. I don't own many jackets, I do have some. My mom keeps insisting I'll freeze my ass off.
I'm like a little kid that wants attention I guess? I love being noticed. I love compliments. I love when people simply talk to me. But, I am a bit naive. But. I want everyone around me to be happy. At a party, I'm happy... Because I'm at a party. But, if there's a pretty girl there that won't talk and is all shy, I'll go up to her and offer my services of a dance. I once told my dad when I grow up I want to be a professional masseuse. I'm actually quite good at giving massages to my lady friends. I learned with my parents when I was young. Hey ladies, if you're listening to me, come to me! I'll rub your shoulders for an hour. Heck, I even give out boob inspections... Er, massages too! I don't charge... Okay, I might charge a fizzy muggle drink. I do like those... Because they're bubbly and make me laugh. Laughing, I like laughing, I love jokes, comedy, humors. Joke shops are amazing places. Seriously whoever invented them needs to go tease and prank my dad more and teach me their ways. Speaking of fizzy drinks... I do like alcohol. I raided my dad's liquor cabinet a handful of times. But, hey! It's fun being drunk. But, I don't fly and get drunk, I'm not a complete idiot.
Fashion... Compared to how muggle pictures are I think I'm quite outdated honestly. I don't like robes... I do like jeans and nice shirts and jackets, though my tastes looks vintage I guess? Is that the right word? I wear what I'm comfortable in. If it happens to look good then so be it. My clothes are generally light, but I can layer up well. My hair is really light blond, like platinum blond is what I believed it's called... It's not dyed, it's just always been that way. My mom's hair is like that too. I have blue eyes... I actually don't know how I got them... Cause my mom and dad doesn't have them, but one of my grandmothers do. Actually I think both do? I'm not sure, I don't spend my days looking into eyes unless I'm really into that person and want to sleep with them... Get into their pants? Wait. What's a nice word for this? I don't know. Sex. Yeah that's it... I'm not that sexually active, but I've had it before. Any lady that wants to use me is welcome to. I provide the protection. I'm willing to stand for however long you may want to be on your knees, or even drop to mine. Hey. Don't judge me. Action is action. Right? Seriously. If you want to touch my dick, stick a hand down my pants. Just tell me. Don't dance around me and try to get me to get the hint. I'm not perfect at hints. I'm very good at responding to direct statements, and I rarely turn them down. I'm easy, I'd admit. I'm probably the easiest guy in the school. That's my policy. I don't care about detention either, and I can totally distract whichever prefect or teacher that needs to be distracted so you can get away.
I do have pierced ears and a pierced lip. I did this because my parents were both complaining about how one of the other magical children had to go do this. So I went to him, it took me a while as I had to steal my dad's broom and ride it to another island (which took a while, by the way) and asked him to pierce me. I did this just to annoy my parents because I was pissed at them... I don't remember what about. I'm their only kid, I think sometimes I hold them back. They told me they never wanted to have kids until they had me, and were perfectly fine with just one kid I wanted a sibling... So bad, but my parents told me just one fulfilled them more than they needed. I don't think I was planned... But, I know they love me. I love them with all my heart.
When nobody is around me, and I feel alone, I retreat to my room or to my dorm and curl up with a book. I sit stare at a fire, something. I can be a loner, I do get sad when I'm alone. I really like being alone much. When I'm pissed off, upset, or angry I like to be alone then. I know, contradiction right? I'm kind of a sensitive guy. When people say mean things to me, it can really get to me honestly. There aren't many young people at home. Not even amongst the muggles from what I heard. People don't make kids very often here, cause when they stick things into things they actually stay safe! Which is good I guess? But, there is a sizable magical population, but even with them they don't have many kids. A lot of kids move away to Britain or Denmark. I guess I probably may do the same one day? I don't know. I like the clean air, the lush landscape. When I'm in Diagon Alley I feel like I'm choking for the first hour or two. Funnily enough, I have smoked before. But, only because my parents smoke. So, it was hard to resist the habit. I can control my addiction. I'm a social smoker, much like alcohol. Social. With friends, for things. It's not a craving.
Without a lot of kids around, I had to learn to play with myself. Don't give me that look, of course I masturbate, I'm a boy... Not a disabled boy. But, I meant I had to find ways to entertain myself and have fun without many other kids being around. My best friend in the whole world is Katelynn Hunter actually. I met her in my first year here at Hogwarts. I think I probably annoyed her too much. But, we somehow ended up stuck together a lot. So she's cool I guess? Okay, she's freaken awesome. Nobody better touch her. She's my midget. Got it? Mine. If a boy ever dates her and hurts her, he'd have to answer to me. Actually, let's make that anyone who hurts her... I'm not afraid of detention. Try me, bastards.
I dislike being talked down to. Some professors do it. I'm just younger, I'm learning. I know some wandless magic! I can frost a window by touching it. I can summon my wand by holding up my hand... It's simple things really, like learning to make your broom go up to your hand without bending down to touch it. I struggle with lumos for some reason... It's really quite annoying. I can get my wand to make a light, but it goes out like after two or so minutes. It's just easier for me to move to somewhere where there is light anyway. I cannot conjure fire very well. I've tried, but I end up getting frustrated and freezing the log. Don't ask me how my wand backfires on me for this... It just happens. But, talking down to me? I'm not an idiot child, please (even when I don't like to study). Things... Come naturally to me, really. I don't know how. They just do. Like, I just feel I know what to do. My parents are very hands on with me. I know you're not supposed to use magic outside of school over summer... But, I have. Whose gonna go allllll the way to a dragon farm just to yell at my parents? Huh? There's no muggles around and they can't prove it was me... Oh shit. You don't work for the Ministry do you?! Oh wait. Faroe Islands is technically Danish, you can't touch me. Suckers. I am a Ravenclaw and damn proud of it. Even if I think I'm sometimes better suited for Hufflepuff... But, then something catches my attention and I spend forever in the library disappeared and sunk into books having to research it. I can become very one track minded at times.
English is my first language, I know a good deal of Faroese, I guess I'm fluent? The old magical guys at home speak in it a lot. I do know Welsh from my dad, French from my mom... And Danish isn't uncommon either, I am not fluent in Danish. I don't have a good French accent, but I can get by. I can speak some Danish, enough to get by, but I cannot read Danish. I think I grew up on a dragon farm... Shh. Don't tell anyone we actually didn't have dragons, okay? Okay... We did once, but does it count it only stayed the night? Or when my mom is patching up their wounds? But in reality, like ninety five percent of the time we didn't have dragons. I'm actually kind of pissed off at dragons right now. I finally got a damn apple tree going. Guess what? Some genius dragon flying by decided to try and eat it. Ugh. Summer project aborted.
Speaking of pure-bloods. I have never actually met a muggle. I don't know who they are or exactly why muggles are muggles. I know they don't have magic. The way my mother had described it to me, they seem to be a bunch of terrifying people. I don't think I like muggles... But, how could I judge something I never met? I judge spiders and I never talked to a spider. I don't like spiders. Does this mean I don't like muggles? I don't like rats... Or mice that stow away on our farm. But, I never got to know or befriended one. So... I guess I don't like muggles. I hate spiders. I hate rats. I hate muggles. Muggles are strange. They're weird. They're foreign... But they build strange cities that actually kind of look neat. I don't get why people have to live together in a city or town. I grew up away from everyone else. I grew up on a farm, my home was in a cave on the side of a cliff.
Yes. That's right. I grew up in a cave on a cliff. Don't get me wrong, we actually had very nice windows. The cave was carved out by dragons and for dragons. There's a batch that allows us to grow our own vegetables. We do have fruit trees, but they don't grow very well. There's actually no trees at all on the Faroe Islands. Oh yes, have I mentioned I grew up on an island? I consider myself British however. My family has had land stake here long before since nineteen... Something something. I'm not exactly sure, but I did learn there was once a war against a group called the um... They were Germans. Anyways, the British took these lands and handed them over to another country sometime later in nineteen... Something... Something. History is not my strong suit okay? I'm not good at math and I'm not good at history. We have willows on our farm. The willows are actually cool. But, people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them a willow isn't a tree.
Oh! Wait! I remember some history about where I grew up. Long, long, long ago Irish monks came to the islands. Then the Vikings came and then the island died off from some sort of plague, I think the Black Death? Then later fishing had become a profession for peoples here, not just the muggles... Even the magical fishermen. Come on, somebody has to catch the food you know? There is such a thing as a magical farmer! I grew up on a farm... A dragon farm. Or is it a dragon ranch? Anyways, there used to be some Norweigian Ridgeback dragons that nested in the cliff long ago, but they were driven slowly away for catching the fish and other water mammals. The dragons were direct competition with the fisheries. Salmon is common too. I do know how to fish! I used to fish with my parents. Okay used to? Not, I still do! You could say I'm a master baiter. Hehe. Anyways, there are some farms. I lived in a beautiful farm. It was green in the summer and white in the winter. Why was it white? Because it snowed... A lot.
Let's backtrack some. I was born on the farm to my parents obviously. She was from another pure-blood family, one with much deeper roots tied through France and Wales... And later the United Kingdom. One of my uncles or something is very high ranking. Anyways, I moved to Wales with my mom and dad for a while it was only about a year, but we moved back to the farm in Saksun, Faroe Islands. As I said, I grew up in a cave. It's not really a cave. But, it was once a cave carved into the land, a cliff long ago. I don't know how old it is. It wasn't much. My grandfather said a dragon once must've used it as emergency shelter from a large storm and blasted a new cave. The cave sides were so smooth that my grandfather built a house over it after the dragon had left. The house went into the ground and stuck out a bit. Grass grows on the roof, the house blends in quite well. Planes can't spot it very well at all, nor can flying people. It makes it a perfect place to live to be away from others. Trust me, it looks small on the outside. On the inside? It's a palace. I don't know exactly where or how my parents make money. My mom is a dragon tamer... Breeder. Anyways, she runs our farm, even though we don't have any dragons or much food. Like I said, our fruit trees are pretty much dead. We do have a nice small waterfall for fresh water.
Life was good. I liked life. Though, I didn't learn a lot from friends over the summer. Everything I learned was pretty much from the school year. Unless a friend came to visit me or I somehow convinced a parent to let me go back to the mainland to visit a friend I was pretty much alone just with my parents and their awkward friends that came around now and then. We did go to holiday parties and stuff. Anyways, when I was fourteen. I was super curious about my body. You know how that goes with boys, right? So yeah... I was over there playing with myself and my dad walks in. I locked my door. He didn't care, he unlocked it with his wand anyway and saw me playing with my little wand. Okay, I promise it's not a little wand, but you should get what I mean... My dad's actual wooden wand is sixteen inches. Oh for Merlin sakes! Don't look at me like that. So anyways, while I was looking down because I was naked and my dad got all awkward and red faced and turned around to leave apologizing I stopped him by asking a very simple question: "Hey dad, is it penises or peni?" Needless to say that question ended up with me getting the talk... What's the saying? The dragons and the seals talk... Oh wait, um, the birds and the bees.
My mom doesn't have any siblings. I don't have any cousins on that side. However, my dad's side is a different story. So anyways, my dad is a cousin of the current Minister for Magic, Joseph Lumiere. He has three kids. I think they're the closest related kids to me? I'm not entirely sure... I'm not good with math. I think they're my first cousins once removed? Anyways, it's cool... Or is it second cousins? I don't remember, it's one of those. Anyways, they're cool I guess? One's like old, but she's nice from what I remember... I should owl her... The younger one seems a bit too... Dark and moody? And the middle one is a boy. Oh hell yeah. We're about the same age. He's actually entertaining and I think he gives people the benefit of the doubt... Something I need to work on obviously.
My dad has never been too fond of dragons. He only worked with dragons because my grandfather had him work with him. That's how my parents met. After they got married and had me, my dad settled down and stayed home with me a lot more than my mom. She was the worker. The breadwinner. My dad was a spell inventor and experimenter. I don't know what exactly his job is called, but our farm is the perfect place for my dad. He experiments with weather spells. Once, I was missing the snow because it was late that year... My dad made it snow in my room. It was common for me to hear "Honey! I made it rain in the kitchen again!" Or things like that. My dad practiced weather spells a bit too much in the house. I don't know how he managed to fix all that water damage, but I was for sure pissed off when he caused it to rain in the living room accidentally. He ruined my book! I never got to finish reading it, the pages clumped together. My dad tried to dry it... And caught it on fire. It didn't make much sense to me. I loved the cold weather, I loved the snow. The first time it snowed each year I would jump outside and jump into the snow and make a snow winged human. I did this in my boxers, my socks, or whatever I had on. I once did it while I was stark naked because I was experimenting sleeping in the buff. Anyways, excuse my morning wood reaction, I laid in the snow and despite it to say my mom had to make hot chocolate to soothe me as I got sick that day... So going out there naked wasn't the best idea... For two reasons: One, I hate being sick. Two, the shrinkage! My dad harassed me for like three weeks. Actually, I should probably admit I don't have a strong sense of modesty. I have no problem with changing in a locker room. If someone steals my clothes while I'm in the shower? I'll walk back to my dorm naked without my towel if I have to, it doesn't phase me at all.
I love fun, I love adventure. My parents say I'm mischievous... Spontaneous... Troublemaker... I just love to run around. I love to dance. Did you know my mom's actually a good dancer? She learned from her family, they have a much stronger lineage than my dad's family. Anyways, I used to dance with my mom a lot. I still do at some events when we travel to Scotland, Wales, or even Diagon Alley for them. I have never been in London, outside of Diagon Alley. I'm afraid to go to muggle cities alone. I never actually spent the night in a muggle city. Everyone I ever knew was magical. When a muggle found our farm, I freaked out and ran off screaming for my parents. I think they wiped his memory or something and sent the muggle on his merry way.
I love and hate rules. I intentionally break rules sometimes just to have a bit of fun. I don't live up to expectations. I'm a teenager, my dad told me to enjoy it so that's what I'm going to do... Enjoy it. Though, I really do not like when my dad talks about the endless line of sluts he banged. Come on, seriously dad? I know I can have sex and you won't judge me... But, I don't need to know your history before mom! A friend jokingly called my dad Ted Mosby once... I still don't know what my friend means. Ted Mosby... Who is that? Weird name. It's a funny name. Dude sounds pretentious.
Anyways, I love to do what I want and go where I want. I love to explore, I love to climb up clips and mountains. Rock climbing? I'm your guy! I may be a clever boy, able to figure things out and how to scale up a cliff or a waterfall, but I just love them, I'm okay with the danger because it doesn't feel like danger to me. This is what I grew up doing. I grew up near cliffs, caves, mountains. I grew up on an island where the only trees were my dead fruit trees. This is my game. I once went sky diving. My parents strapped a parachute to my back and we went really high up in the sky and jumped off the brooms. I love to do things just for amusement, I don't like a dull moment. I get bored easily, like way too easily. Seriously, talk to me. Talk my ear off, or else I get bored. I don't like awkward quiet moments, I talk really fast and I can probably being annoying with how fast I talk. Oh yeah, I probably have to be yelled at to shut up sometimes or just throw a shoe at me if I don't shut up. Okay? Anyways, I guess I'm wild sometimes? But I think on my feet and I can dance really well. Like seriously, never challenge me to a dance off. But, never give me an instrument, I can break any instrument by staring at it, probably. I'm not very good with playing music, but I can dance to it for sure.
I'm light on my feat, sturdy, stable. I can move around quickly without people hearing me, so quickly and quiet I am on my feet. I can see very well in the dark so I don't need to have my wand lighting the way... Despite, I cannot really keep a bright lumos up, my longest lasting lumos was a total of six minutes and fourteen seconds and it was very... Very dim. I have amazing balance and can stand on the towers of Hogwarts without being afraid. I grew up near cliffs, why would I be afraid of some height? I like flying fast... Because slow lets the sun hit you, fast lets you feel the moisture in the air, the cold... The brisk cold. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is far too warm for my tastes... Too warm! Except for the winters, they're nice. I don't own many jackets, I do have some. My mom keeps insisting I'll freeze my ass off.
I'm like a little kid that wants attention I guess? I love being noticed. I love compliments. I love when people simply talk to me. But, I am a bit naive. But. I want everyone around me to be happy. At a party, I'm happy... Because I'm at a party. But, if there's a pretty girl there that won't talk and is all shy, I'll go up to her and offer my services of a dance. I once told my dad when I grow up I want to be a professional masseuse. I'm actually quite good at giving massages to my lady friends. I learned with my parents when I was young. Hey ladies, if you're listening to me, come to me! I'll rub your shoulders for an hour. Heck, I even give out boob inspections... Er, massages too! I don't charge... Okay, I might charge a fizzy muggle drink. I do like those... Because they're bubbly and make me laugh. Laughing, I like laughing, I love jokes, comedy, humors. Joke shops are amazing places. Seriously whoever invented them needs to go tease and prank my dad more and teach me their ways. Speaking of fizzy drinks... I do like alcohol. I raided my dad's liquor cabinet a handful of times. But, hey! It's fun being drunk. But, I don't fly and get drunk, I'm not a complete idiot.
Fashion... Compared to how muggle pictures are I think I'm quite outdated honestly. I don't like robes... I do like jeans and nice shirts and jackets, though my tastes looks vintage I guess? Is that the right word? I wear what I'm comfortable in. If it happens to look good then so be it. My clothes are generally light, but I can layer up well. My hair is really light blond, like platinum blond is what I believed it's called... It's not dyed, it's just always been that way. My mom's hair is like that too. I have blue eyes... I actually don't know how I got them... Cause my mom and dad doesn't have them, but one of my grandmothers do. Actually I think both do? I'm not sure, I don't spend my days looking into eyes unless I'm really into that person and want to sleep with them... Get into their pants? Wait. What's a nice word for this? I don't know. Sex. Yeah that's it... I'm not that sexually active, but I've had it before. Any lady that wants to use me is welcome to. I provide the protection. I'm willing to stand for however long you may want to be on your knees, or even drop to mine. Hey. Don't judge me. Action is action. Right? Seriously. If you want to touch my dick, stick a hand down my pants. Just tell me. Don't dance around me and try to get me to get the hint. I'm not perfect at hints. I'm very good at responding to direct statements, and I rarely turn them down. I'm easy, I'd admit. I'm probably the easiest guy in the school. That's my policy. I don't care about detention either, and I can totally distract whichever prefect or teacher that needs to be distracted so you can get away.
I do have pierced ears and a pierced lip. I did this because my parents were both complaining about how one of the other magical children had to go do this. So I went to him, it took me a while as I had to steal my dad's broom and ride it to another island (which took a while, by the way) and asked him to pierce me. I did this just to annoy my parents because I was pissed at them... I don't remember what about. I'm their only kid, I think sometimes I hold them back. They told me they never wanted to have kids until they had me, and were perfectly fine with just one kid I wanted a sibling... So bad, but my parents told me just one fulfilled them more than they needed. I don't think I was planned... But, I know they love me. I love them with all my heart.
When nobody is around me, and I feel alone, I retreat to my room or to my dorm and curl up with a book. I sit stare at a fire, something. I can be a loner, I do get sad when I'm alone. I really like being alone much. When I'm pissed off, upset, or angry I like to be alone then. I know, contradiction right? I'm kind of a sensitive guy. When people say mean things to me, it can really get to me honestly. There aren't many young people at home. Not even amongst the muggles from what I heard. People don't make kids very often here, cause when they stick things into things they actually stay safe! Which is good I guess? But, there is a sizable magical population, but even with them they don't have many kids. A lot of kids move away to Britain or Denmark. I guess I probably may do the same one day? I don't know. I like the clean air, the lush landscape. When I'm in Diagon Alley I feel like I'm choking for the first hour or two. Funnily enough, I have smoked before. But, only because my parents smoke. So, it was hard to resist the habit. I can control my addiction. I'm a social smoker, much like alcohol. Social. With friends, for things. It's not a craving.
Without a lot of kids around, I had to learn to play with myself. Don't give me that look, of course I masturbate, I'm a boy... Not a disabled boy. But, I meant I had to find ways to entertain myself and have fun without many other kids being around. My best friend in the whole world is Katelynn Hunter actually. I met her in my first year here at Hogwarts. I think I probably annoyed her too much. But, we somehow ended up stuck together a lot. So she's cool I guess? Okay, she's freaken awesome. Nobody better touch her. She's my midget. Got it? Mine. If a boy ever dates her and hurts her, he'd have to answer to me. Actually, let's make that anyone who hurts her... I'm not afraid of detention. Try me, bastards.
I dislike being talked down to. Some professors do it. I'm just younger, I'm learning. I know some wandless magic! I can frost a window by touching it. I can summon my wand by holding up my hand... It's simple things really, like learning to make your broom go up to your hand without bending down to touch it. I struggle with lumos for some reason... It's really quite annoying. I can get my wand to make a light, but it goes out like after two or so minutes. It's just easier for me to move to somewhere where there is light anyway. I cannot conjure fire very well. I've tried, but I end up getting frustrated and freezing the log. Don't ask me how my wand backfires on me for this... It just happens. But, talking down to me? I'm not an idiot child, please (even when I don't like to study). Things... Come naturally to me, really. I don't know how. They just do. Like, I just feel I know what to do. My parents are very hands on with me. I know you're not supposed to use magic outside of school over summer... But, I have. Whose gonna go allllll the way to a dragon farm just to yell at my parents? Huh? There's no muggles around and they can't prove it was me... Oh shit. You don't work for the Ministry do you?! Oh wait. Faroe Islands is technically Danish, you can't touch me. Suckers. I am a Ravenclaw and damn proud of it. Even if I think I'm sometimes better suited for Hufflepuff... But, then something catches my attention and I spend forever in the library disappeared and sunk into books having to research it. I can become very one track minded at times.
English is my first language, I know a good deal of Faroese, I guess I'm fluent? The old magical guys at home speak in it a lot. I do know Welsh from my dad, French from my mom... And Danish isn't uncommon either, I am not fluent in Danish. I don't have a good French accent, but I can get by. I can speak some Danish, enough to get by, but I cannot read Danish. I think I grew up on a dragon farm... Shh. Don't tell anyone we actually didn't have dragons, okay? Okay... We did once, but does it count it only stayed the night? Or when my mom is patching up their wounds? But in reality, like ninety five percent of the time we didn't have dragons. I'm actually kind of pissed off at dragons right now. I finally got a damn apple tree going. Guess what? Some genius dragon flying by decided to try and eat it. Ugh. Summer project aborted.
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this bamf character is played by leif ,
who is a twenty-four year old dude and lives around the pacific (-8)
timezone. you can contact them by PMing Hugo.
who is a twenty-four year old dude and lives around the pacific (-8)
timezone. you can contact them by PMing Hugo.
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