Post by Mitchell Graham on Jul 19, 2006 0:55:35 GMT -5
HII LOVES! -waves- It's Sophy!! This site needs some boy charries. And I'm a good kid, and read the rules, so I know I can't be a Canon. Thus, Mitch was born! Enjoy. Oh, and do I have enough on the Personality?
-- Wand ;; Ash && Phoenix Tail [Firm, great for Transfiguration && Defense Against the Dark Arts]
Name: Mitchell Patrick Graham, nicknamed "Mitch" to most, and "Mitchy" to his buddies that enjoy giving him a hard time.
Year: 6th
Houses (In order from most liked to least liked): Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin
Blood: Muggle-born
Appearance (1+ paragraphs): (John Patrick Amedori) || Mitch has a tendency to overlook the fact that he's good-looking. Soft, floppy, chocolate-brown hair tops his head in a typical surfer-boy haircut. Naturally straight, it flips out at the ends and frames his face quite nicely. His elder sister likes to make fun of him, calls his hair "girly", and insists that he spends more time on perfecting his hair than she does-when, in actuality, he does nothing more than roll out of bed in the morning and run his fingers through it.
Mitch's hair and his eyes seem to match perfectly. Both are the same warm shade of chocolate brown, but while his hair has stray lighter brown highlights, his eyes are flecked with green. Mitch's eyes are inviting, comforting-and intriguing in the sunlight, when you think you can catch the small hints of green shining brighter than ever. However, looking into his eyes won't tell you much. He rarely openly displays emotions, and his eyes will not betray him.
His Italian heritage is what causes him to tan so easily. He doesn't really like to, he finds it somewhat girly. Yet Mitch just can't help it-even playing Quidditch outside will send those melanites into an activation frenzy. Year-round, he remains tan enough-not overly-baked-in summery, but far from pale. Luckily, he never had problems with acne, or anything of the sort. It remains pretty clear, something he's secretly quite proud of.
Mitch has what's been described as a "killer smile". Many a thing can make the boy grin, a wide grin, ear-to-ear, and that's how you know he's truly happy. And he has a laugh to match. Loud, whooping, and long-lasting, not as many things can make him break out into laughter as they can make him grin. His biggest laughs are rare, but special. Mitch loves to laugh, but he just hates phoneyness, and peals of laughter at a joke that wasn't really that funny is rather phoney, in his opinion.
His build is tall and athletic. He stands just short of six feet, with long limbs and a physically toned body, although he isn't quite sure how. Mitch has been tall ever since he can remember, and began towering over his mother and sister by the age of twelve. But he doesn't mind much. Appearance doesn't matter much to him, which baffles so many people....
Personality (1+ paragraphs): By definition, Mitchell is a nerd. He's extremely smart, and enjoys school. Mitch is a hard worker, completes his homework on time [and, sometimes, that of his friends'] and excels in his lessons. Contrary to many of his friends, he's perfectly happy to spend a weekend night reading in his dorm than out partying in the common room, or sneaking out to Hogsmeade. Mitch can be a bit sensitive at times, and most people aren't even sure how he can be in the group of friends that he is.
He loves to have fun; he just isn't sure how to. He also likes girls; but he's never quite sure how to talk to them. Mitch is still in the sort of awkward, fumbling stage that most guys grew out of by Fourth Year. Mitch doesn't know how to flirt properly, and can still be a little socially awkward around people in general. It's not that he's reclusive, he's just not entirely comfortable in his own skin yet. Most of his friends are zany or crazy, and upbeat, and positive, and they try to bring him out of his shell and rub off on him the best that they can. And when Mitch gets started, there's no stopping him. Once he's finally at a party, and he knows how to keep himself occupied, and he's in a good mood-then he can be the most energetic and high-spirited guy there. It's like that Beatles song his dad is always listening to- ".....I get by with a little help from my friends."
History/Background (2+ paragraphs): Mitchell Patrick Graham was born to Dr. && Mrs. Markward Allen Graham, just outside of London. Dr. Graham was a neurologist, and Lisa was a stay-at-home mom, originally from the USA. His elder sister, nicknamed "Missy", was a complete diva after his birth. Used to being the only child, she would throw temper tantrums consistently and threaten to break things if the baby was getting more attention than she was. Thus; Mitch and Missy were never great friends.
From the beginning, there was always something special about Mitchell. While most babies are constantly fussing or moaning about one thing or another, he seemed to sense when the family really needed him to calm down for a moment or two. And when he got older, no matter how much damage his sister tried to inflict on his clothing or possessions (she would later spend three years attending anger management sessions), nothing would ever stay harmed. Melissa would even try and admit she did something wrong, but when she'd go to grab the armless sweater-they'd still be on. Or when she cut the knees out of his pants-they were there, as good as new. And one time, when he was playing with fingerpaints, he'd accidentally spilled some on Melissa's favorite picture book. She'd gone so far as to cut the head off of his stuffed animal and spill stuffing everywhere. But a neat, tidy, and completely pristine one would be sitting on top of his bed, with no remnant of the old one strewn all over the floor in sight.
More and more mysterious things would happen to Mitch as he grew older. At the Muggle primary school he attended, he recieved top marks, but rarely did as well on the sports teams. That wasn't mysterious, but the Grahams did wish he'd have a little more aptitude for sports. What was mysterious is that Tommy, the youngest Graham child, began displaying the same characteristics as Mitch had-how unfazed he was, and how almost nothing seemed to go terribly wrong for him. Except for the school, though. He was the opposite of Mitch. Aggressive, intense, etc. sports were everything to that boy, whereas lessons-not so much. But that's a different story.
When Mitch was eleven, he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and the family was floored. Magic? Wizards? School? It was all so mind-boggling. And why not Melissa? Was Tommy a Wizard, too? As bizarre as their situation was, they did their best to support their older son. Having no idea of how he would obtain the necessities, his schoolbooks and robe were provided for him, yet the wand was not. A man, one he would later find out was an official from the Ministry of Magic, took him into a strange shopping centre {Diagon Alley} through his fireplace {Floo Powder} and into a store, where his wand was purchased. However, at the risk of him spilling the secret, he and his family's minds were Obliviated afterwards, and none of them have any memory of the incident. He finds that quite insulting.
Family: Mark && Lisa Graham [Parents]
Melissa Graham [Elder sister ;; 20] -- Non Witch
Tommy Graham [Younger Brother ;; 11] -- Unsorted
Likes (3+): School, Reading, [his]Friends, Girls, Muggle music && more
Dislikes (3+): Melissa Graham, Rude People, Wizarding Music, Licorice Snaps, Canceled Exams. He's a pretty optomistic guy, and those are about the only things he really doesn't like.
Hobbies (3+): Homework, Reading, Studying, Listening to Muggle music, && more
Sample RP: --once again, an other site
Not used to being the semi-center of attention, Emily Daniela Lionel had grown extremely nervous. She'd known that her family was rich, and owned an awesome school, and that the Lionels were pretty well-known, but it hadn't really hit her until she'd walked through the crystal-clear double doors and stepped foot in the immaculate lobby. Lissie, her obnoxious sister, had shrieked "EMMY!" and run over to give her a hug. Emily had merely raised an eyebrow and let Lissie almost suffocate her, curious as to the cause of the friendliness. Her sister's idea of bonding was throwing overstuffed pillows at her and pointing perfectly manicured fingers in the door's direction, all while screaming "GET OUT!" and threatening her.
Either way, in a matter of seconds, Lissie's bizarre posse that somehow managed to be everywhere she was, instantly, had swarmed around her. Asking questions, chattering, smiling, even poking-it was all just too much for her. Emily had been carrying a small bag, in addition to her skateboard (she was wearing her helmet) but she just dropped it and fled the scene entirely. People were calling after her, but she was freaking out. In fact, she had attempted to skate over freshly cut lawns several times before she'd realized her wheels kept getting stuck in ruts. She tied her long, sleek blonde hair back, picked up the board, and ran until her legs gave out.
So, somehow, she'd ended up here. On a bench in the "Recreational Fields" (at least, that's what the sign said), exhausted, and kinda sweaty. In fact, she didn't even mind too much that she was alone. Taking her hair out of her ponytail, she subconciously began to braid it, and thought wistfully about how her favourite hat had been brutally dropped on the floor at Lionel. She shuddered a bit. It was so weird, going to a school called her last name...something she couldn't quite adjust to.
Emily pulled her knees up near her, brushing some dirt absentmindedly off her knee. She was in her favorite jeans, ones with slight rips around the knee, due to her wearing them consistently. Her mother would have had a heart attack and died to see her enter school dressed in such a fashion, but, thankfully, she wasn't there right at that moment. She sighed, leaned back, and blew some slight bangs off of her face. Sometimes life could just be so strange!
[/color][/font][/size]-- Wand ;; Ash && Phoenix Tail [Firm, great for Transfiguration && Defense Against the Dark Arts]
Name: Mitchell Patrick Graham, nicknamed "Mitch" to most, and "Mitchy" to his buddies that enjoy giving him a hard time.
Year: 6th
Houses (In order from most liked to least liked): Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin
Blood: Muggle-born
Appearance (1+ paragraphs): (John Patrick Amedori) || Mitch has a tendency to overlook the fact that he's good-looking. Soft, floppy, chocolate-brown hair tops his head in a typical surfer-boy haircut. Naturally straight, it flips out at the ends and frames his face quite nicely. His elder sister likes to make fun of him, calls his hair "girly", and insists that he spends more time on perfecting his hair than she does-when, in actuality, he does nothing more than roll out of bed in the morning and run his fingers through it.
Mitch's hair and his eyes seem to match perfectly. Both are the same warm shade of chocolate brown, but while his hair has stray lighter brown highlights, his eyes are flecked with green. Mitch's eyes are inviting, comforting-and intriguing in the sunlight, when you think you can catch the small hints of green shining brighter than ever. However, looking into his eyes won't tell you much. He rarely openly displays emotions, and his eyes will not betray him.
His Italian heritage is what causes him to tan so easily. He doesn't really like to, he finds it somewhat girly. Yet Mitch just can't help it-even playing Quidditch outside will send those melanites into an activation frenzy. Year-round, he remains tan enough-not overly-baked-in summery, but far from pale. Luckily, he never had problems with acne, or anything of the sort. It remains pretty clear, something he's secretly quite proud of.
Mitch has what's been described as a "killer smile". Many a thing can make the boy grin, a wide grin, ear-to-ear, and that's how you know he's truly happy. And he has a laugh to match. Loud, whooping, and long-lasting, not as many things can make him break out into laughter as they can make him grin. His biggest laughs are rare, but special. Mitch loves to laugh, but he just hates phoneyness, and peals of laughter at a joke that wasn't really that funny is rather phoney, in his opinion.
His build is tall and athletic. He stands just short of six feet, with long limbs and a physically toned body, although he isn't quite sure how. Mitch has been tall ever since he can remember, and began towering over his mother and sister by the age of twelve. But he doesn't mind much. Appearance doesn't matter much to him, which baffles so many people....
Personality (1+ paragraphs): By definition, Mitchell is a nerd. He's extremely smart, and enjoys school. Mitch is a hard worker, completes his homework on time [and, sometimes, that of his friends'] and excels in his lessons. Contrary to many of his friends, he's perfectly happy to spend a weekend night reading in his dorm than out partying in the common room, or sneaking out to Hogsmeade. Mitch can be a bit sensitive at times, and most people aren't even sure how he can be in the group of friends that he is.
He loves to have fun; he just isn't sure how to. He also likes girls; but he's never quite sure how to talk to them. Mitch is still in the sort of awkward, fumbling stage that most guys grew out of by Fourth Year. Mitch doesn't know how to flirt properly, and can still be a little socially awkward around people in general. It's not that he's reclusive, he's just not entirely comfortable in his own skin yet. Most of his friends are zany or crazy, and upbeat, and positive, and they try to bring him out of his shell and rub off on him the best that they can. And when Mitch gets started, there's no stopping him. Once he's finally at a party, and he knows how to keep himself occupied, and he's in a good mood-then he can be the most energetic and high-spirited guy there. It's like that Beatles song his dad is always listening to- ".....I get by with a little help from my friends."
History/Background (2+ paragraphs): Mitchell Patrick Graham was born to Dr. && Mrs. Markward Allen Graham, just outside of London. Dr. Graham was a neurologist, and Lisa was a stay-at-home mom, originally from the USA. His elder sister, nicknamed "Missy", was a complete diva after his birth. Used to being the only child, she would throw temper tantrums consistently and threaten to break things if the baby was getting more attention than she was. Thus; Mitch and Missy were never great friends.
From the beginning, there was always something special about Mitchell. While most babies are constantly fussing or moaning about one thing or another, he seemed to sense when the family really needed him to calm down for a moment or two. And when he got older, no matter how much damage his sister tried to inflict on his clothing or possessions (she would later spend three years attending anger management sessions), nothing would ever stay harmed. Melissa would even try and admit she did something wrong, but when she'd go to grab the armless sweater-they'd still be on. Or when she cut the knees out of his pants-they were there, as good as new. And one time, when he was playing with fingerpaints, he'd accidentally spilled some on Melissa's favorite picture book. She'd gone so far as to cut the head off of his stuffed animal and spill stuffing everywhere. But a neat, tidy, and completely pristine one would be sitting on top of his bed, with no remnant of the old one strewn all over the floor in sight.
More and more mysterious things would happen to Mitch as he grew older. At the Muggle primary school he attended, he recieved top marks, but rarely did as well on the sports teams. That wasn't mysterious, but the Grahams did wish he'd have a little more aptitude for sports. What was mysterious is that Tommy, the youngest Graham child, began displaying the same characteristics as Mitch had-how unfazed he was, and how almost nothing seemed to go terribly wrong for him. Except for the school, though. He was the opposite of Mitch. Aggressive, intense, etc. sports were everything to that boy, whereas lessons-not so much. But that's a different story.
When Mitch was eleven, he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and the family was floored. Magic? Wizards? School? It was all so mind-boggling. And why not Melissa? Was Tommy a Wizard, too? As bizarre as their situation was, they did their best to support their older son. Having no idea of how he would obtain the necessities, his schoolbooks and robe were provided for him, yet the wand was not. A man, one he would later find out was an official from the Ministry of Magic, took him into a strange shopping centre {Diagon Alley} through his fireplace {Floo Powder} and into a store, where his wand was purchased. However, at the risk of him spilling the secret, he and his family's minds were Obliviated afterwards, and none of them have any memory of the incident. He finds that quite insulting.
Family: Mark && Lisa Graham [Parents]
Melissa Graham [Elder sister ;; 20] -- Non Witch
Tommy Graham [Younger Brother ;; 11] -- Unsorted
Likes (3+): School, Reading, [his]Friends, Girls, Muggle music && more
Dislikes (3+): Melissa Graham, Rude People, Wizarding Music, Licorice Snaps, Canceled Exams. He's a pretty optomistic guy, and those are about the only things he really doesn't like.
Hobbies (3+): Homework, Reading, Studying, Listening to Muggle music, && more
Sample RP: --once again, an other site
Not used to being the semi-center of attention, Emily Daniela Lionel had grown extremely nervous. She'd known that her family was rich, and owned an awesome school, and that the Lionels were pretty well-known, but it hadn't really hit her until she'd walked through the crystal-clear double doors and stepped foot in the immaculate lobby. Lissie, her obnoxious sister, had shrieked "EMMY!" and run over to give her a hug. Emily had merely raised an eyebrow and let Lissie almost suffocate her, curious as to the cause of the friendliness. Her sister's idea of bonding was throwing overstuffed pillows at her and pointing perfectly manicured fingers in the door's direction, all while screaming "GET OUT!" and threatening her.
Either way, in a matter of seconds, Lissie's bizarre posse that somehow managed to be everywhere she was, instantly, had swarmed around her. Asking questions, chattering, smiling, even poking-it was all just too much for her. Emily had been carrying a small bag, in addition to her skateboard (she was wearing her helmet) but she just dropped it and fled the scene entirely. People were calling after her, but she was freaking out. In fact, she had attempted to skate over freshly cut lawns several times before she'd realized her wheels kept getting stuck in ruts. She tied her long, sleek blonde hair back, picked up the board, and ran until her legs gave out.
So, somehow, she'd ended up here. On a bench in the "Recreational Fields" (at least, that's what the sign said), exhausted, and kinda sweaty. In fact, she didn't even mind too much that she was alone. Taking her hair out of her ponytail, she subconciously began to braid it, and thought wistfully about how her favourite hat had been brutally dropped on the floor at Lionel. She shuddered a bit. It was so weird, going to a school called her last name...something she couldn't quite adjust to.
Emily pulled her knees up near her, brushing some dirt absentmindedly off her knee. She was in her favorite jeans, ones with slight rips around the knee, due to her wearing them consistently. Her mother would have had a heart attack and died to see her enter school dressed in such a fashion, but, thankfully, she wasn't there right at that moment. She sighed, leaned back, and blew some slight bangs off of her face. Sometimes life could just be so strange!
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