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JAMES CALAIS POTTER

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INTRODUCTIONS

FULL NAME: James Calais Potter, Esq.

NICKNAMES: Prongs

AGE: Seventeen

ALLEGIANCE: The Order of the Phoenix

PROFESSION OR YEAR GROUP: Seventh Year, Gryffindor



SKIN DEEP

DESIRED PB: Nicholas D'Agosto

HEIGHT: 6'0"

KEY FEATURES: Hair that is perpetually untidy in the back, his glasses, his unerring confidence.

DESCRIPTION: James Potter is quite aware that he is good-looking. He will be the first to admit that his boyish charm and smoldering hazel eyes are more than most women can resist, or so he insists. He makes sure to keep his black hair windswept, as if he had just stepped off the Quidditch Pitch. His chaser's build, tall and lean, and his perfectly straight teeth are all proof of him winning the genetic lottery.
His nose is a bit thin and James has strong, masculine eyebrows. His hands are calloused, quaffles will do that to you, and rather dextrous. James' tie has never known the joy of being properly knotted, and he keeps his sleeves rolled. One must always be prepared for adventure! Outside of school, he dresses quite well. Dress shirts, slacks, with a fashionably loose tie and a nice hat are a common ensemble.

PERSONALITY

LIKES:
`Lily Evans
`Marauding About
`Transfiguration
`Quidditch
`Puddlemere United
`Adventure!
`Lily Evans
`Family
`Friends
`Chocolate Frogs
`Being in places he is most expressedly forbidden

DISLIKES:
`Blood mania
`Dark Arts
`Snivellus
`Ballycastle Bats
`Ice Mice
`Venison
`Betrayal
`Divination

STRENGTHS:
`Transfiguration
`Mischief, naturally.
`Persistant
`Honest
`Loyal
`Being Amazing
`Quidditch (ladies)
`Intelligent
`Charming

WEAKNESSES:
`Winning gracefully
`Lily Evans~~ <3
`Temper
`Deflating his ego
`Inability to forgive
`Arrogance

BOGGART: The death of his loved ones. James is devoted to his friends and family. James' worst memory is getting Snivellus nearly eaten by Remus. It haunted his dreams for quite some time.
PATRONUS: Like most animagi, his patronus matches his form. He produces a majestic, noble stag, the best of all creatures.
James' happiest memory is finally getting the hang of transformation and accompanying his mates into the Black Forrest for the first time.

DESCRIPTION:
Confident, popular, and a child of privilege, you either love or loathe James. Vibrant and mischevious, he makes his mark wherever he goes. His skills on the pitch are admired, and his sheer creativity when it comes to pranking earns a few laughs. Many consider James conceited, brash, and obsessed with risking his fool neck. There is no real mystery as to why he and one Mister Black are joined at the hip.

Still, James is not all bad qualities. It would be quite a challenge to find a more loyal friend. His strong sense of honor means he will leap at the slightest offence to his mates and protect them ferociously. Dedicated and idealistic, James will not touch the Dark Arts. The ends never justify the means.

An intelligent young man, James has taken his sweet time maturing emotionally. Why grow up when marauding about is so much more fun? However, being named Head Boy (to everyone's confusion) seems to have helped sober Mister Potter. Despite never being one to follow the rules, he takes his position with pride. The reality of the coming darkness can no longer be ignored in favor of childish pranks and mischief, and James is rapidly becoming the man he is meant to be.

HISTORY

FATHER: Octans Potter - Sixty Five - Gentleman

MOTHER: Lyra Potter - Sixty Two - Heiress and author.

BROTHER(S): N/A

SISTER(S): N/A

OTHER: The Marauders, of course. James considers his three mates to be brothers. Sirius is practically his twin, and he's quite pleased that they get to spend holidays together. He also owns a very old krup named Woof.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOMETOWN: Godric's Hollow
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts

BIOGRAPHY:
James was the miracle child. His parents had him late in life and had almost given up entirely on having children. Their delight and wealth gave him a life of ease and a wonderful childhood. James was quite pampered and well-travelled. It was not uncommon for him and his parents to go to a foreign country on a whim. No doubt, this helped spark his love for adventure and travel.

James went to Hogwarts and flourished. Within an hour, he'd met and befriended one Sirius Black. Sorted into Gryffindor, the mischief began in earnest. Over time, Remus and Peter joined the fold. In a fit of cleverness, they dubbed themselves The Marauders. James fancied himself a fantastically charming, wonderful and hilarious bloke. A globe trotter. A world changer, if you will. His ambition has never been lacking.

It didn't take long for Mr. Potter to become smitten with Lily Evans. Unfortunately, the prettiest girl in his year seemed far more interested in the biggest prat than him. Sensing that Snivellus carried a torch for her, James focused much of his pranking on the greasy git. Their rivalry escalated quickly, with Snivellus and the Marauders frequently exchanging hexes. The Gryffindor lads always seemed to come out on top and James' popularity soared.

He joined the Quidditch team his third year as a Chaser. His skill on the pitch catapulted him to the Captaincy last year, and he wants to stretch their three year domination to four. In his fifth year, he rather impressively balanced his Quidditch, OWLS coursework, and managed to master the tricky art of animagi.
Now a seventh year, he is perplexed as to why he was made Head Boy. He's a bit more serious these days, what with all the murder and darkness going on in the outside world. James is determined to become an Auror and join the fight as soon as he is able.

SAMPLE POST:
James had always managed top marks in Transfiguration. Something about the art of transformation just made sense to him. Manipulating the environment around him was as natural as breathing. Or Quidditch. Or breathing while playing Quidditch. His metaphor needed work, but at least his grades didn't.

When Professor McGonagall had assigned her Gryffindor seventh years an essay on human-animal transformation, the Marauders had shared a secret little grin. Fortune had favored them, for this was certainly the easiest assignment they'd ever received from their head of house. James himself put off the essay until the night before, dashing it off while he thought of more important things, like Quidditch and Lily Evans. He'd spent a good five minutes scribbling out his drawings of stick figures on brooms after he'd hurried the essay.

In class, he'd been rather pleased with himself and the reluctant 'O' penned atop his parchment. If James had been more observant, he might have caught sight of the smallest marauder not exulting with the rest of them. But James had always been a touch oblivious, and he instead sniggered with Sirius over the ease of their essay.
It took James a rather long time to notice that something was, in fact, off with the situation.

"Where's Pete?" He'd managed through a mouth full of mashed potatoes. Sirius shrugged intelligently. James glanced down the table. It wasn't like Peter to miss a wonderful meal of steak and potatoes. It wasn't like Peter to miss dinner at all, now that he thought about it. Peter was a lad who appreciated the finer things in life, and dinner at Hogwarts certainly qualified as such.

James pondered this for a few moments. Yes, it was peculiar. They hadn't seen Petey since Transfiguration, and now that he took the time to consider it, Petey had dashed off rather shortly thereafter. He had failed to join their revelries on the grounds (enjoying what was sure to be the last sunny afternoon for the next several months).

Something was up, James deduced in a startling burst of insight. Swallowing his bite of potatoes, he stood rather suddenly. Sirius was deep in conversation with a passing Hufflepuff with rather womanly hips. He would survive without his intrepid leader. Remus was probably off eating books, because that is how he gained all his knowledge.

James nodded firmly, and wondered where, if he were Peter, he would be. The common room?
The common room! It was, at least, a start.

And off James went, greeting his admirers as he passed with a winning smile and charming wave. James bounded up staircases with a loping, stag-like grace. It was a shame that his stag-esque wonder was lost on so many of his peers. Alas, the trials of being an illegal animagus. They would simply have to miss out on appreciating his greatness.

The Fat Lady had a rather sour look on her face, but this in itself was not unusual. James grinned, and the words 'patronus charm' had barely dropped from his lips when she swung open.

And James was struck with the very particular smell of something burnt.

He entered the common room warily, and was rather pleased to see it hadn't all burned down. And there he found Peter, looking rather small and collapsed, and James was struck with a sudden surge of pity.


"Hey mate," he greeted, "You all right there?"

It was a mark of their friendship that James didn't immediately remark that one only had to be ten percent smarter than the fireplace.

OC:

YOUR NAME: Ed Taco

RP EXPERIENCE: Well over ten years. I am an old fart.
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