Post by erik on Oct 5, 2006 12:50:04 GMT -5
What can we call you OOC: Peto
Anyway to contact you: erikpetersen2@gmail.com or epeter12@utk.edu
Your real age: 17 years old
Have you role-played before: I dabbled in a Matrix rpg, but the moderators were lousy
Where did you hear about us: google search engine
THE CHARACTER
Book Character, or Original: Original
Full Name: Ivan Reginald Killapatrick IV
Nicknames: just Ivan
Age: 17, born June 12, 1989
Year: 6th year
Pets (if any): Has a pet tiger named Corky that stays at his home in Russia
House: Slytherin
Blood Lines: The Killipatrick line was origninally a pure-blood line, as are most wizarding family's blood lines, however, due to a particularly bad famine in Russia in the early 20th century, the Killipatrick line became tainted with muggle blood, much to the distaste of it's older family members. Now, after a few "black sheep" further diluted the Killipatrick heritage, the Killipatrick name, which is still somewhat respected in Russia, could hardly even be considered half-blood. My mum is a half-blood, and my dad is the magical son of a squib, so they were quite pleased when I got my letter so many years ago...
Background: Ivan was born in St. Petersburg, Russia. His father is the herbology instructor at Durmstrang. His mother own an apothecary in St. Petersburg. At a remarkably young age, Ivan displayed strange talents including smashing jars of unwanted baby food without touching them, climbing upon things of a seemingly impossible height, and changing the channel on the television without a remote. As he grew older, his abilities were used slightly more sinisterly than in his earlier years, the worse of which was fitting his babysitter into a rather small ventilation shaft and leaving her there. However, his parents, thrilled by the fact that he was magical at all, turned a blind eye. At the age of ten, he was sent to Durmstrang to begin his magical education. His first two years were somewhat uneventful, although Ivan was involved in several skirmishes with other students, most of which were reported by his father. In his third year, Ivan made the quiddich team as a beater. He was suspended during his first game for "unsportsmen-like conduct" (he hexed the keeper of the opposing team and set fire to the referee's broom). When asked for the cause of this malicious behavior, Ivan simply stated "I was just trying to add a little entertainment to the sport, what's wrong with that?" In Ivan's fifth year, he was expelled from Durmstrang after a heated argument with an O.W.L. instructor resulting in the instructor being transfigured into a bowl of petunias and being thrown out the window. Ivan's father pleaded with Durmstrang's headmaster to let Ivan stay, but the headmaster would not have it. They finally reached an agreement after Albus Dumbledore graciously offered Ivan a place at Hogwarts. Ivan was allowed to complete his fifth year at Durmstrang as well as his O.W.L.'s. Ivan's parents, furious with his expulsion, sent him to their summer vacation house in Siberia in isolation so that he could "think things over." There, he received his O.W.L. results, which were an E in DADA, an E in Transfiguration, O's in charms and potions, and an A in History of Magic, and a D in Herbology. About two weeks before Ivan was supposed to start at Hogwarts, Ivan's parents awoke in the middle of the night due to a large ruckus downstairs. When they went down to see what might have caused the noise, they found that the title to the summer vacation house, all of their gold, which they kept at the house (Mr. Killipatrick had a goblin phobia), and Corky were gone. All that was left was a scrap of parchment that said "Goodbye...." Since that night, Ivan has neither visited nor spoken to his parents. Upon entering Hogwarts, Ivan was immediately placed in Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. On the whole, Ivan's sixth year at Hogwarts was uneventful, although Filch has devoted a box just for him in his filing cabinet...the only problem is that the box is only full of suspicions for no one seems to be able to actually catch Ivan doing anything wrong, he just seems to be in the right place at the right time, for he always has an upstanding alibi, yet anyone who dislikes him seems to have problems such as faulty bunks, broken quills, sudden bad memories, etc. Most of the teachers have resolved to keeping a very close eye on Ivan, who seems to grow more power-hungry by the day...
Personality: generally quiet and reserved, except around his closest friends, has rugged good looks, and never seems to have a girlfriend, just a "friend with benefits" as you might say, except it seems to be a different "friend" every day...
Appearance: Ivan is 6'2", athletic, has shocking blond hair that he keeps in short, stiff spikes. He also has his right ear pierced with a small pewter dragon fang. He prefers to dress in dark clothing when he's not in his house robes, and is particularly fond of the color crimson. He walks with an air of superiority, as to whether this is pride in his family name or something more sinister, one can only speculate...
What makes your character different: Ivan is very quiet, and only speaks when he has to, unless he has you in his confidence. While this may be true of many Hogwarts students, not many of them have transfigured a professor into a bowl of petunias...
What does your character thinks about Dumbledore: Ivan has a deep respect for Dumbledore, and Dumbledore seems to be the only teacher at Hogwarts that Ivan will acknowledge as a wizard rather than a nuisance.
Third Years to Fifth Years: See above
Sixth Years and up: again, see above
Special Requests: none
Sample: "Not good enough am I?" Ivan mutters to himself, casting a mutinous look at the Slytherin quiddich captain. "Think HE flies better does he?" mumbles Ivan as he glances over at the new Slytherin beater. "Well, we'll see how well he's flying in a couple of days, oh yes we will. His day's coming soon...oh yes, very, very soon..." Ivan walked off the pitch muttering. However, silently hexing a first who was out for a stroll with the leg-locker curse seemed to lift his spirits substantially...
p.s. I am NOT an amazing chocolater
Anyway to contact you: erikpetersen2@gmail.com or epeter12@utk.edu
Your real age: 17 years old
Have you role-played before: I dabbled in a Matrix rpg, but the moderators were lousy
Where did you hear about us: google search engine
THE CHARACTER
Book Character, or Original: Original
Full Name: Ivan Reginald Killapatrick IV
Nicknames: just Ivan
Age: 17, born June 12, 1989
Year: 6th year
Pets (if any): Has a pet tiger named Corky that stays at his home in Russia
House: Slytherin
Blood Lines: The Killipatrick line was origninally a pure-blood line, as are most wizarding family's blood lines, however, due to a particularly bad famine in Russia in the early 20th century, the Killipatrick line became tainted with muggle blood, much to the distaste of it's older family members. Now, after a few "black sheep" further diluted the Killipatrick heritage, the Killipatrick name, which is still somewhat respected in Russia, could hardly even be considered half-blood. My mum is a half-blood, and my dad is the magical son of a squib, so they were quite pleased when I got my letter so many years ago...
Background: Ivan was born in St. Petersburg, Russia. His father is the herbology instructor at Durmstrang. His mother own an apothecary in St. Petersburg. At a remarkably young age, Ivan displayed strange talents including smashing jars of unwanted baby food without touching them, climbing upon things of a seemingly impossible height, and changing the channel on the television without a remote. As he grew older, his abilities were used slightly more sinisterly than in his earlier years, the worse of which was fitting his babysitter into a rather small ventilation shaft and leaving her there. However, his parents, thrilled by the fact that he was magical at all, turned a blind eye. At the age of ten, he was sent to Durmstrang to begin his magical education. His first two years were somewhat uneventful, although Ivan was involved in several skirmishes with other students, most of which were reported by his father. In his third year, Ivan made the quiddich team as a beater. He was suspended during his first game for "unsportsmen-like conduct" (he hexed the keeper of the opposing team and set fire to the referee's broom). When asked for the cause of this malicious behavior, Ivan simply stated "I was just trying to add a little entertainment to the sport, what's wrong with that?" In Ivan's fifth year, he was expelled from Durmstrang after a heated argument with an O.W.L. instructor resulting in the instructor being transfigured into a bowl of petunias and being thrown out the window. Ivan's father pleaded with Durmstrang's headmaster to let Ivan stay, but the headmaster would not have it. They finally reached an agreement after Albus Dumbledore graciously offered Ivan a place at Hogwarts. Ivan was allowed to complete his fifth year at Durmstrang as well as his O.W.L.'s. Ivan's parents, furious with his expulsion, sent him to their summer vacation house in Siberia in isolation so that he could "think things over." There, he received his O.W.L. results, which were an E in DADA, an E in Transfiguration, O's in charms and potions, and an A in History of Magic, and a D in Herbology. About two weeks before Ivan was supposed to start at Hogwarts, Ivan's parents awoke in the middle of the night due to a large ruckus downstairs. When they went down to see what might have caused the noise, they found that the title to the summer vacation house, all of their gold, which they kept at the house (Mr. Killipatrick had a goblin phobia), and Corky were gone. All that was left was a scrap of parchment that said "Goodbye...." Since that night, Ivan has neither visited nor spoken to his parents. Upon entering Hogwarts, Ivan was immediately placed in Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. On the whole, Ivan's sixth year at Hogwarts was uneventful, although Filch has devoted a box just for him in his filing cabinet...the only problem is that the box is only full of suspicions for no one seems to be able to actually catch Ivan doing anything wrong, he just seems to be in the right place at the right time, for he always has an upstanding alibi, yet anyone who dislikes him seems to have problems such as faulty bunks, broken quills, sudden bad memories, etc. Most of the teachers have resolved to keeping a very close eye on Ivan, who seems to grow more power-hungry by the day...
Personality: generally quiet and reserved, except around his closest friends, has rugged good looks, and never seems to have a girlfriend, just a "friend with benefits" as you might say, except it seems to be a different "friend" every day...
Appearance: Ivan is 6'2", athletic, has shocking blond hair that he keeps in short, stiff spikes. He also has his right ear pierced with a small pewter dragon fang. He prefers to dress in dark clothing when he's not in his house robes, and is particularly fond of the color crimson. He walks with an air of superiority, as to whether this is pride in his family name or something more sinister, one can only speculate...
What makes your character different: Ivan is very quiet, and only speaks when he has to, unless he has you in his confidence. While this may be true of many Hogwarts students, not many of them have transfigured a professor into a bowl of petunias...
What does your character thinks about Dumbledore: Ivan has a deep respect for Dumbledore, and Dumbledore seems to be the only teacher at Hogwarts that Ivan will acknowledge as a wizard rather than a nuisance.
Third Years to Fifth Years: See above
Sixth Years and up: again, see above
Special Requests: none
Sample: "Not good enough am I?" Ivan mutters to himself, casting a mutinous look at the Slytherin quiddich captain. "Think HE flies better does he?" mumbles Ivan as he glances over at the new Slytherin beater. "Well, we'll see how well he's flying in a couple of days, oh yes we will. His day's coming soon...oh yes, very, very soon..." Ivan walked off the pitch muttering. However, silently hexing a first who was out for a stroll with the leg-locker curse seemed to lift his spirits substantially...
p.s. I am NOT an amazing chocolater