Post by James Potter II on Dec 31, 2020 14:04:33 GMT -5
JAMES SIRUS POTTER II
NAME;; James Sirius Potter
AGE;; Twenty-Three
BIRTHDAY;; August 1st
HOUSE;; Former Gryffindor
YEAR;; N/A
SEXUALITY;; heterosexual
PLAY-BY;; Hero Tiffin
BLOOD STATUS;; Half-Blood
WAND;; cherry wood - phoniex feather - 10 inches
PATRONUS;; wolf
OCCUPATION;; Dark Lord
EYES;; Brown
HEIGHT;; 6'4"
WEIGHT;; 200 lbs
CANON;; Canon
APPEARANCE;; James is tall and muscular, at the peak of fitness as he focused on his physical strength as well as his magic as he grew up. He has various tattoos along his body, particularly on his neck and chest (much to the behest of his mother). He has dark, hawk like eyes, and is considered 'a catch' in the words of some of his cousins. He has a deep, smooth sounding voice and he is very expressive. You will always know what James is feeling when around him.
MOTHER;; Ginny Potter, 46, School Nurse
FATHER;; Harry Potter, 47, Hogwarts Headmaster
SIBBLINGS;; Albus and Lily Potter
OTHER IMPORTANT;; he has various cousins, his godparents are Hermione and Ron Weasley
HOMETOWN;; Godric's Hollow, England
HISTORY;; James is the first son of Harry and Ginny Potter, making him the most important to carry on the family line. At least, that is what James always believed he was meant to do ever since he realized how important a man his father was in the Wizarding World. He had two struggles growing up, one, was his tendency to do bad rather than good, and two, his desire to live up to his family's namesake. However, one had to outweigh the other, and his struggle for overcoming the darkness was not won out, and he suffered from habitual trouble making growing up. He loved to tease his brother Albus for everything, and he did the same with Lily. He thought himself as the pack leader of their family, yet he set a bad example. Albus was always more liked, he felt, by his parents than him, and he often felt like a failure to them due to his constantly disappointing them in his actions.
James knew the difference between right and wrong yet he seemed to always end up choosing the wrong path. He thought after he was sorted into Gryffindor House that would solve all his problems but it only made it worse because now he was expected to be a better person even more being in the house that seemed to produce all the heroes. But the more he tried to do good and achieve greatness the more he was mocked and pushed down. He was not cut out for being good, and he found that out fast in his third year after attempting to woo a girl who was little miss goody two shoes. She ended up denying him, telling him he would always fall short because he was a bad boy, and bad boys never win in the end. He would decide to accept that reality about himself after that, and went on to discover just how bad he could become.
Eventually James dabbled more heavily in the dark arts, being influenced by friends (at least he thought were friends) to try new things, new spells, new dastardly activities. He started stealing, first it started with first years but then he got bold and started stealing from his family, particularly his father, taking the Marauder's Map form his desk one Christmas break and using it to keep track of people in Hogwarts. He sold illegal magical items on the fly, then he started messing with even darker magic. The first time he used the killing curse was in his seventh year, on a mouse he and his friends were chasing on the grounds. He had never used it before and instead of feeling guilt he felt extreme satisfaction, watching the life depart from the living creature made him feel powerful. He would later use it again on various animals, and it wasn't until he graduated did his family truly start to worry about him. Before it was just 'oh it's just James being James, he will grow out of it, his tricks, his schemes, his trouble making'. But he didn't, and indeed, instead of going into Auror training as his parents had hoped he decided to join his friends in a gang after Hogwarts, being completely consumed by the life of a common thug. But he was not fulfilled, he wanted more, and the power wa satisfying, so he decided to dive deeper into the history of his family. He studied all the dark witches and wizards his father helped put away and he saw a pattern. Every one of them had gained something his father had thrown away: power. He could have been more than he became, James realized, but he didn't because he wanted to be liked, not feared. He didn't want power, he wanted friendships. But James knew that was not what he wanted, he wanted power, and he knew how to get it. Though he did not especially believe in blood purity, he knew it was a good motivator to gain followers and he settled for it. He started sending out pamphlets that mocked muggles and muggleborns, before dragging his family name in the gutter by putting the leaflet out 'Potter Power'. He was also fueled by the stemming hatred he had for his father, wanting to make his name disappear, for them to forget what his Potter was like and look up to a new one, a better one, one that was not afraid to take what was rightfully his.
LIKES;; power, attention, jokes, puzzles, butterbeer
DISLIKES;; goody two shoes, rules, his father, being tricked, cats
SECRETS;; he wants to kill his father; he really doesn't think blood purity matters (but for his followers sake he uses it to gain their support)
FEARS;; he will have to face his father; losing his power
PERSONALITY;;
James inherited his namesake's mischievous nature and knack for humor. He is an attention seeker, motivated by his own selfish desires, and one of his main desires is to have control over other people. He is a good manipulator, cunning and smart. He is well versed in lying and tricking others, no matter who it is. He holds his family at a distance and has grown bitter and cold over them, not holding any shame for disgracing their name. His moral compass, once bright and powerful, has grown dull to be replaced by a vindictive, methodical and hot-headed individual. Danger seems to follow him wherever he goes but he craves the rush and mystery of it all. He believes he has the confidence and likability to gain many followers. He is somewhat misguided in his pursuit of power by going against his own beliefs in favor of winning people. The more people he can trick and control, the more he feels wanted and in control of his life. But the truth of it? He's not in control, and he's slowly losing his mind from the power.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE;;
The night was nigh as the sun dipped below the clouds and James found himself in his animagus form, a brown wolf, silently prowling into the twilight. He was not alone as he moved quietly over the grass of the field. He was somewhere in Ireland, near the hilly rocks and ancient landmarks, rumored to have been set there by the fae long ago. He scented his fellow travelers near by and quickly broke out into a sprint as he felt the wind through his fur.
"I thought James told us to meet him here? Where is he?" A voice could be heard up ahead, behind a large stone and James didn't hesitate as he jumped into the light of their wands, letting out a great howl.
The small group jumped, one of them falling over in fear as the others quickly realized who it was. Some of them started to laugh as James came back into his human form, a bright, wicked grin on his lips.
"You blokes sure are easy to scare. What did I miss?" He asked, twirling his wand around his fingers as he moved in a circular motion around the three men.
"Everything's going according to plan. We've gotten letters from all over London, some of them are suspicious but others are ready to join up." The tallest one grinned, rubbing his hands as James leaned against the stone structure, looking half-bored.
"Is that it? Letters? I thought I told you to gather the followers and bring them here" He said, voice curt and his eyes trailing over them all, not pleased in the least by their lazy efforts. "You guys are the worst minions. I guess I'll have to go to them if they don't come to us." He pushed off the wall and walked past them, turning back with a trickster gaze. "Should we use the stuff?" He asked, his friends looking at each other puzzlingly.
"The stuff? The contraband? Come on, you guys aren't that daft are you?" He shook his head before producing a small, circular item with a small string attached. "The voice bombs? They'll sure to get people's attention." He said, throwing the ball up in the air before catching it. "But what to say..." He mused, tilting his head to the side before his eyes brightened. "First, we need to come up with a name. What do you lot think? Dark Devils? No? How about... Death Bringers?"
They all looked somewhat unimpressed and James gave a frustrated glare. "Do you have any ideas? I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of rocks here."
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