Character Application:
Name: Oliver Monroe
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Patronus: A Hawk
Boggart: Spiders
Wand Type: ivory, 12 inches, unicorn hair
History: Oliver has a rather normal history. His family is pureblood and proud of that fact, and much like the Weasley's, they love everyone. Both of Oliver's parents are currently alive and the only deceased member of his family is his sister who was stillborn, even with magic she couldnt be saved. Oliver has lived a normal life, making every day count as if it were his last. He play's muggle games, prefering one known as Zelda above all others. His past is full of bliss, treated like a prince by his parents and loving relatives. His family runs a small pub by the name of 'Monroe's' near hogsmeade. (adding more)
Appearance: Oliver is a rather short boy, standing at around 5'6" with an appealing figure. He isnt exactly skinny, though he isnt chubby either, he is somewhere in the middle. He has jett black hair that is allways tossled or spiked up in the back, keeping his hair swooped across his hazel-brown eyes. He normally wears tight gray jeans and a white shirt, though it can vary. (adding more)
Personality: Oliver is whitty and comical. He often makes faces, or goes out of his way to make people laugh. He is bubbly and kindhearted, but can be surprisingly bashful at times. Oli often makes crude comments or gestures that sometimes get him kicked out of class, but it makes the students happy so its worth it to him. He could be described as the class clown. (adding more)
RP Sample: Oli groaned as he absent mindedly zoned out staring into the distance. What was he doing? He couldnt remember...The boy grunted and made a sort of purring noise, which momentarily entertained him until the loud crack of the teacher apparating beside his desk drew him from his trance-like state. The teachers harsh glare said it all and Oliver smiled innocently. "Sorry ma'am.." Oli chuckled, sheepishly grinning at the female teacher who stood in front of his desk. Without so much as a 'pay attention' the teacher was off, leaving Oli free to let his mind wonder once more. A song! thats what he was going to do, write a song. Something about..shoes? All he could recal was something about nasty shoes.Those words kept playing in his mind as he slouched down into the desk, scribbling 'nasty shoes' onto a piece of paper before tucking it into his pocket. Writing about shoes, this sure would be interesting. He smiled coyly and stared up at the clock, waiting for class to be dismissed so he could work on this 'song' a little more.