Post by micah james porter on Sept 29, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
MICAH • JAMES • PORTER
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,NICKNAMES: mike, mikey
,GENDER: Male
,SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
,AGE/D.O.B: 21/ 3 January, 1989
,HOUSE: graduated ravenclaw
,OCCUPATION: clerk at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
,BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood
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,HAIR: Brown, short and messy
,EYES: light blue
,BODY AND HEIGHT:
In all regular aspects, Micah could be a sex god for normal people. From a distance, many have said he looks like Adonis, whoever the hell that may be. Many have said he looks like the perfect angel. Whatever.
He has a shock of messy, short brown hair that is never neat. Micah makes sure that it never looks tidy by running a hand through it often.
Micah has these beautiful wide, big, ocean blue eyes that seem to hold all the innocence in the world. Many have remarked that they are his best feature. When he's angry, his eyes turn this cold ice blue and when he's happy, he has eyes the color of the Aegean Sea. A lot of people always wonder if Micah's been shelted all of his life because his eyes make him look so gullible, but he's actually seen a lot of stuff that would make a normal person look sane.
Micah also has a long scar running from the T zone of his face towards the corner of his mouth. He normally doesn't like to say where he got it usually making up some bull shit story, but in actuality, he was attacked as a child by a Rottweiler. He still hates those dogs to this very day. The scar is quite noticeable, especially when he smirks.
Micah's tall too. Standing at a nice 6'1, he towers over many people. He's not muscled either--he's very lean and lanky.
,MARKINGS: Scar
,CLOTHING/STYLE: Micah wears button downs and jeans most of the time. As a boy, he doesn't have much of a fashion sense but he does hate the
,ANYTHING ELSE: N/A
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OVER YOUR SHOULDER YOU HAVE TO WATCH
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Practical Jokes
Alcohol
Pumpkin Pasties
Three Muskateers Chocolate Bar
Running
Girls
Hot Weather
Family
Australia
Karate/Martial Arts
Pulling All Nighters
Tea
Sour Patch Kids
Lemonade
Gryffindor
Quidditch
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,DISLIKES:
Peanuts/Almonds
Serious People
Voldemort
The Ministry
Television
Coffee
Cynical People
Tea/Iced Tea
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,STRENGTHS: very fast, clever, good-looking, good at transfiguration/charms, bilingual, good hand-eye coordination
,WEAKNESSES: struggles with addiction, can be thick headed, short temper
,PRIORITIES: eventually moving to melbourne, australia, opening up his own joke shop, settling down eventually
,BOGGART: family dying, another war
,ERISED: to be extremely successful
,VERITASERUM: abused pills as a teenager, caused a near fatal car accident
,PATRONUS:
,PENSIEVE: reliving the almost fatal car accident
,PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Stubborn/Impulsive;; The term "Stubborn as a mule" definitely applies to Micah. Once his mind is set upon something, you cannot change it for the life of you. He's set in his beliefs and there's nothing anyone can do to change his mind. He doesn't care if you have evidence or scientific theory supporting your part--in his mind, he's always right. Micah's also impulsive. He'll be doing one thing, but then immediately switch to another. He sometimes can't focus on one thing for too long because he'll get bored.
Horrible Temper;; One rule to all, if you have a problem with Micah, don't get in his face, because quiet, placid Micah will turn into a raging, pissed off one, and that's not what you want. You really have to get Micah mad to make him explode and I guarantee you that it will be the last thing you did. He's quick with wand work too and has an extensive memory of charms and hexes.
Immature;; Micah's twenty-one going on six. He works in a joke shop for heaven's sakes. He has a slightly perverted mind and he's one of the first people to drop the, that's what she said line if he thinks something sounds like a sexual innuendo. He enjoys pranking other people but he does it only for laughs. The last thing he wants is to purposely hurt somebody.
Mr. Nice Guy;; Alright, so Micah may be an asshole but it's only to those who deserve it. In his book: you treat him nice, and he'll treat you the same. Micah's the type of guy who will remember every birthday, anniversary, etc and is the type of guy you want to go to when you need a good cry.
Loyalty Runs Deep;; If Micah's your friend then you're set for life and you never have to worry about him backstabbing you. Friendship is up there in his book and he's the perfect guy to tell a secret to and never have to worry about him spilling it. He refuses to dislike someone just "because someone told him to". Family also means the world to him. Since he is an only child with no other family members in England, he's quite close to his mother and father.
Bad Habits Die Hard;; Micah abused pills as a teenager and got clean right after he left Hogwarts. As it's only been three years since he's stopped taking pills he's still wary around them. He tries to avoid any sort of pill and has taken instead to using potions to make him better.
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HEAVEN FALL INTO HELL
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,MOTHER: Catherine Rose Porter
,SIBLINGS: only child
,OTHER FAMILY: cousins in Australia
,SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: Middle Class
,HISTORY OVERVIEW:
For Stephen and Catherine Porter, a child was all they ever wanted.
Stephen Porter, a pure-blood wizard, and Catherine Hensley, a Muggle, met on the underground when Stephen was seventeen and Catherine was fifteen. Catherine had been shivering and Stephen, a gentleman, offered her his jacket. Touched by this stranger's kindness, Catherine took the jacket with a soft smile. To Stephen, he fell head over heels for her right then and there.
Fast forward six years, two break-ups, three to four dozen fights and Catherine and Stephen were married. Their marriage, however, almost never happened because Stephen was a wizard. Catherine came from an extremely religious family where witchcraft and wizardry was considered "evil" and a work of Satan. When Stephen told Catherine he was a wizard she freaked out and refused to speak to him for a good two days. Eventually, she came back to him and told him she loved him, no matter what.
After they married they tried to have a child immediately but after two miscarriages, they began to lose hope. Amazingly though, the next time Catherine conceived the baby was carried full term. They named their healthy baby boy Micah, after Catherine's favorite book in the Bible.
Micah grew up spoiled by his parents and loved by his family members abroad. As Catherine was an only child and Stephen had one other brother, Micah's birth was extremely welcomed. His first sign of magical ability came at one year when he levitated his sippy cup of juice to his high chair. At Hogwarts, he was a good student. He wasn't amazing but he was above average. He received seven OWLs, much to the joy of his parents.
However, during his fifth year of Hogwarts, he developed an addiction to pain killers. After breaking his leg playing a game of Quidditch he was taken to a Muggle hospital and had a cast placed on his leg. He was given a bottle of Vicodin to take just in case the pain became severe.
For three years he replenished those pills religiously, taking half of them during the day. He'd be so high sometimes that he'd go around acting like a complete imbecile. After graduating Hogwarts, his mother found out about his addiction and sent him to a Muggle rehab facility where he sobered up.
Ever since then he's been clean but struggling. And to him, it doesn't get any easier.
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[/size]LOOKS LIKE YOUR BOAT’S ABOUT TO SINK
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,YOURAGE: seventeen
,YOUREXPERIENCE: six years
,YOUROTHERCHARS: none
,YOURSAMPLE: i'll get on that
Normally, Matt was a big eater.
His mother used to sigh that he was the only boy she knew that could eat any type of food and never get full. His dad used to say he was the Human Trash Can. But no matter how much of an enthusiastic eater he was could ever make him want to swallow the slop that was staring him at the face. Breakfasts at the Academy were revolting and Matt made it a thing to avoid it at every available cost. He had eaten once in the cafeteria and had felt horrible afterwards he had vowed to never eat there again. Well, today, he felt hungry so he decided to eat. But he wished he hadn't even come to the cafeteria because just looking at the food made him want to toss it out the window. Hell, not even a beggar would want to eat this shit.
On his plate was a scoopful of scrambled eggs that didn't even resemble them. They looked like flattened mush that had been thrown in water and then placed on his plate. Next to the oozing disgustingness of the eggs sat a solitary piece of french toast that was so dry it was like eating bread. To at least distinguish that it wasn't bread he had poured copious amounts of syrup on it so that it was floating in a sea of the maple colored liquid. Also balanced precariously on his tray was a cup of coffee that actually wasn't luke warm. He had used his mind powers on the cafeteria ladies to get him a cup of scalding hot coffee because shit coffee wasn't acceptable. He had to deal with their nasty ass food on a daily basis; they could at least give him a cup of hot joe.
Sighing to himself,he pushed a lock of his blonde hair out of his face and let his blue eyes scan the cafeteria, looking for an available seat. Normally, the small cafeteria was full to bursting and the trick was to get to the cafeteria before the mad rush did. Plus, if you got there early enough the food was still somewhat warm. But today, the cafeteria was strangely empty and he didn't know if he should be relieved or a bit annoyed. An empty cafeteria meant that only he was in there and he hated eating by himself with no one to talk too.
Frowning in agitation, Matt resigned himself to eating alone today when he heard someone's utensil clatter against the plate. Ears perking, he looked up to see, maybe about fifty feet in front of him, a girl with long bright pink hair throw her fork against her plate of food, looking a little bit more than pissed off.
Relieved that there was someone else in here, Matt took his tray and walked towards the taken table not caring that he had never seen the girl in his entire existance in this hell hole. He was just glad that there was someone he could talk to and who knows? Maybe he could actually make a new friend that didn't want to get in his pants within the first five minutes. As he neared the table he heard the girl talking and his light colored eyebrows raised in amusement. Was she a crazy psycho who talked to herself like the people he saw back in Chicago and New York? Upon drawing nearer, he was able to distinguish what the girl was saying and he couldn't help but agree with her.
Setting his plate down on the table he said, "If I wasn't broke, I'd probably fire the asses off the chefs here, if they can even be called that, and hire someone who went to culinary school." Not to be rude to his deceased grandmother, but the cooks here seemed to have taken a leaf out of his father's mother's book and say they were chefs when they really weren't. Matt's paternal grandmother had been one of those people who would make food even though it tasted like shit and then make everyone eat it.
His mother used to sigh that he was the only boy she knew that could eat any type of food and never get full. His dad used to say he was the Human Trash Can. But no matter how much of an enthusiastic eater he was could ever make him want to swallow the slop that was staring him at the face. Breakfasts at the Academy were revolting and Matt made it a thing to avoid it at every available cost. He had eaten once in the cafeteria and had felt horrible afterwards he had vowed to never eat there again. Well, today, he felt hungry so he decided to eat. But he wished he hadn't even come to the cafeteria because just looking at the food made him want to toss it out the window. Hell, not even a beggar would want to eat this shit.
On his plate was a scoopful of scrambled eggs that didn't even resemble them. They looked like flattened mush that had been thrown in water and then placed on his plate. Next to the oozing disgustingness of the eggs sat a solitary piece of french toast that was so dry it was like eating bread. To at least distinguish that it wasn't bread he had poured copious amounts of syrup on it so that it was floating in a sea of the maple colored liquid. Also balanced precariously on his tray was a cup of coffee that actually wasn't luke warm. He had used his mind powers on the cafeteria ladies to get him a cup of scalding hot coffee because shit coffee wasn't acceptable. He had to deal with their nasty ass food on a daily basis; they could at least give him a cup of hot joe.
Sighing to himself,he pushed a lock of his blonde hair out of his face and let his blue eyes scan the cafeteria, looking for an available seat. Normally, the small cafeteria was full to bursting and the trick was to get to the cafeteria before the mad rush did. Plus, if you got there early enough the food was still somewhat warm. But today, the cafeteria was strangely empty and he didn't know if he should be relieved or a bit annoyed. An empty cafeteria meant that only he was in there and he hated eating by himself with no one to talk too.
Frowning in agitation, Matt resigned himself to eating alone today when he heard someone's utensil clatter against the plate. Ears perking, he looked up to see, maybe about fifty feet in front of him, a girl with long bright pink hair throw her fork against her plate of food, looking a little bit more than pissed off.
Relieved that there was someone else in here, Matt took his tray and walked towards the taken table not caring that he had never seen the girl in his entire existance in this hell hole. He was just glad that there was someone he could talk to and who knows? Maybe he could actually make a new friend that didn't want to get in his pants within the first five minutes. As he neared the table he heard the girl talking and his light colored eyebrows raised in amusement. Was she a crazy psycho who talked to herself like the people he saw back in Chicago and New York? Upon drawing nearer, he was able to distinguish what the girl was saying and he couldn't help but agree with her.
Setting his plate down on the table he said, "If I wasn't broke, I'd probably fire the asses off the chefs here, if they can even be called that, and hire someone who went to culinary school." Not to be rude to his deceased grandmother, but the cooks here seemed to have taken a leaf out of his father's mother's book and say they were chefs when they really weren't. Matt's paternal grandmother had been one of those people who would make food even though it tasted like shit and then make everyone eat it.
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SO IT’S TIME TO PREPARE
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