Post by oliver christian wood on Feb 3, 2011 11:04:19 GMT -5
OLIVER CHRISTIAN WOOD
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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FULL NAME: OLIVER CHRISTIAN WOOD
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: TWENTY-THREE
DOB: JANUARY 3RD
FORMER HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR
OCCUPATION: KEEPER FOR PUDDLEMERE UNITED
SEXUALITY: HETEROSEXUAL
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
GIRL IN SCHOOL? HMM... OH, BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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PLAYED BY: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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LOVES: Quidditch, home-cooked meals, travelling, novels, hiking
LOATHES: Cats, fruits, the smell of nail polish, wool, winter
STRENGTHS: Athleticism, dedication, sense of humor
WEAKNESSES: High expectations, need-to-succeed, socially awkward
OVERVIEW: Oliver, from a young age, ate, slept, lived, and breathed Quidditch. This fact has definitely had effects on his personality. To him, life is one big Quidditch game. He thinks about situations and people as if they are the game and players. When making a decision, he debates tactics, when trying to get to know someone; he’ll try and accurately predict their next move. He’s not openly protective of himself, but like a true keeper, he is cautious and careful, always trying to be ready for anything thrown at him (literally and figuratively ^_^).
Oliver expects 100% from himself, every day, all day. He never trains at less than his best, and this can wear him down, thus, he has very little social life outside of the pitch. Despite being very close with his teammates, coaches, and other Quidditch ‘people’, there are few other friends for Oliver. This has never been something he’s greatly regretted, but his ability to socialize normally has dwindled, leaving him awkward when not in his usual company. ‘Dating’ is a foreign concept. His teammates have tried to set him up on dates with their friends, but Oliver hasn’t found a spark that quirked his interest, and usually the female found him stroppy and odd before he could even consider a second date.
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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MOTHER: ELODIE WOOD, DECEASED, ORDER SUPPORTER, GRYFFINDOR
FATHER: CHRISTIAN WOOD, DECEASED, ORDER SUPPORTER, GRYFFINDOR
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: (GRANDMA) AGATHA WOOD
BIRTHPLACE: GODRIC’S HOLLOW
CURRENT RESIDENCE: GODRIC’S HOLLOW
OVERVIEW: Oliver Wood never knew his parents. It was a very tragic thing, something that no one saw coming, and no one really understood. Elodie and Christian were blissful- no one knew a couple more in love. They named their first son Oliver Christian, after his grandfather and father, and they were happy. One evening, when Oliver was not three months old, he was left in the care of his grandmother, Agatha. His father had surprised his mother with a romantic date at a restaurant in London, the restaurant in which they’d first met. Agatha watched, Oliver in her arms, as Elodie and Christian walked down the cobblestone path in front of their house, and disapparated, hand in hand. Unfortunately, that would be the last time anyone would ever see them. They simply disappeared- no one ever saw them again.
His grandmother raised him, and she constantly told him about his parents, how proud he should be to be their son, how noble his father was, how peaceful his mother was. Not knowing them was Oliver’s greatest regret, also the ‘regret’ he had no control over. Despite not knowing two of the most important people in his life, he was a very happy boy. His grandmother was a liberal spitfire, who disciplined him in very unorthodox ways, treating him more like a muse and less like a grandson. He was very good to her, because just as she took care of him, he had to take care of her. Even though she could be cranky and lucid, she was the wisest person he’d ever know. He heeded her advice, and when he went to Hogwarts, owled her many times a week. He still does, to this day.
The Hogwarts Years were good ones for Oliver. In his younger years, when Oliver wasn’t attending to his Grandma Agatha, he was playing Quidditch in the woods behind the house. Living in a wizarding neighborhood, he made a nice group of friends with which he played, awing them with his keeper agility and skill. It was with this group of friends that he boarded the express, went through sorting, and tried out for the Quidditch teams with. Though unsuccessful in his first year, the captain (only a 5th year at the time), was wary of his skill, and invited him to practices with the team. In his second year, Oliver became the Gryffindor keeper, and he never turned back. It took over his life. Never especially book-smart, he just scraped by in his classes, became captain in his fifth year, and chugged on. Scouts came to the school every year, and he received a couple interest letters, finally signing a letter of intent to Puddlemere United in his seventh year.
Starting as a reserve for United was not a disappointment. Oliver was living his dream, he was living Quidditch. He made it his goal to practice and get noticed. He was diligent, dedicated, and not easy on himself. He trained every day, never took vacation. His social life suffered greatly, but that was the last thing on his mind. After two years on the team, he became their starting keeper. He’s a very happy fellow at the age of twenty-three, making a very hefty salary that he has no time to spend (thus usually donating a large portion of it to charity).
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
GUSHERS! NO, NO, NO... I HAVE A FRUIT BY THE FOOT[/color][/font]
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NAME/ALIAS: JIGGY!
AGE: NINETEEN
EXPERIENCE: OH LAWD.
ANYTHING ELSE?: I <3 KIM.
RP SAMPLE: The month of March had been lost to him, and Trevor could think of few things more pleasant than pulling out his desk calendar so he could rip away the messy third month of 2023. He couldn’t help but let his eyes graze on the multitude of things scribbled into each of the thirty-one boxes, however. As his thoughts took him from day to day, Trevor relaxed a bit more into his chair, the jotted appointments and notes bringing back the feeling of heavy weight on his shoulders.
There had been visits aplenty. It seemed that every foreign delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards wanted to pay their respects to the Shacklebolt family and other high-ranking Ministry officials. Formal dinners with the French and Americans, luncheons with Paraguay, Germany, and Australia: it never seemed to end. Trevor did appreciate each country’s high praises of his father and their remorse at his and Hestia’s deaths, but he wished that there was a simpler, less time consuming, way to approach the process. To top it all off, the press attended a handful of the international visits, accompanying Trevor, some ministry workers, and the visitors as they spoke, dined, or otherwise.
The press at the small meetings was tame compared to the bombarding presence of the media at any and all press conferences. Naturally, there were many. The first ones discussing the events of the night of the murders, the next selection on developments following the story, after that about who would become the new minster, and finally about Percy Weasley officially replacing the Shacklebolt legacy. And those were only the large-scale. Trevor held many private interviews and meetings of his own, leaving him with little to no time not spent at the Ministry or attending to its business.
The remaining time was dedicated to his family. Though Julia and Kristopher were about to graduate from Hogwarts, they still needed caring for. Trevor was sure to keep his dealings with their security under the radar, for he was sure that both of them would retaliate with much force if they heard of all the precautionary work he was taking on their behalf. Many frustrating meetings with Gringotts goblins later, each of the three Shacklebolt children had a stable trust fund. The majority of the Shacklebolt empire was kept safely in the family vault, but both Julia and Kristopher now had separate vaults that would donate three-thousand galleons a year to their main vaults. Financial stability, though very important to ensure, was not as important as physical safety. The morning Trevor was informed of his parents’ murder, he assigned each Julia and Kristopher a silent detail within Hogwarts. Not knowing whether the murderer would want to take the minister’s children did not give Trevor much choice. With permission of Professor Longbottom, ministry aurors were stationed in the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor common rooms, hidden under disillusionment charms.
Blinking quickly, Trevor let out a bitter sigh. With one quick movement, he ripped away the large calendar page. April looked much more promising. It was decently filled with appointments and reminders already, but it didn’t give off an aura of loss and disappointment, which was extremely important if Trevor was going to remain somewhat sane in the coming month. The time for helping his students get ready for exams was fast approaching, and summer was right around the corner. Hopefully, it would come soon.
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[/color][/font]HUFFLEPUFFS ARE PARTICULARLY GOOD
FINDERS! WHAT THE HELL IS A HUFFLEPUFF?[/color][/font]
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IT STARTED WITH THE POTTER PUPPET PALS. THEN CAME WIZARD WROCK. AND NOW? NOW WE HAVE A VERY POTTER MUSICAL, WHICH JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS APPLICATION, CREATED BY NONE OTHER THAN ``RAINBOW SNOWFLAKES AT CAUTION 2.0 ! THE TITLE QUOTES ARE FROM A VERY POTTER MUSICAL (OBVIOUSLY) AND IF YOU REMOVE THIS CREDIT SHE WILL DESTROY EVERY ZEFRON POSTER IN EXISTENCE, AIGHT? AWESOME. VOLDEMORT OUT, BITCHES!
