Post by PETER ANDERS PETTIGREW on Nov 11, 2012 6:53:27 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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PETER A. PETTIGREW[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Pete, Wormtail
AGE: 16
D.O.B.: August 23rd
HOUSE: Gryffindor
ALLEGIANCE: Neutral
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: Chestnut, 9¼", dragon heartstring
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Hazel
HEIGHT: 5"5
WEIGHT: 134 lbs
BODY TYPE: Slightly thin, not very muscular
VOICE: Deep.
PERSONAL STYLE: Peter's usually seen wearing his school uniform. However, on weekends and holidays, he usually goes with the simple jeans, shirt and sneakers. He definitely isn't flamboyant when it comes to clothing.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Peter’s the scrawny marauder. He isn’t very well recognized within the group and mostly keeps to himself. He isn’t very sociable and sticks to his few number of friends. Never had many interactions with women either, so he’s not really experienced in that field. Overall, he’s just that small, Pettigrew boy who trails behind James Potter’s group.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: Excessive studying, most Slytherins, Quidditch, detention, when things go too far, sunny weather
GOALS: Become a renowned author.
BOGGART: Being permanently expelled from school.
PATRONUS: A night he spent with three of his best friends on astronomy tower in their second year, talking nothing but nonsense and having many laughs.
DEMENTOR: Got beaten up in his third year for accidentally pushing past an older Slytherin.
AMORENTIA: Parchment, glue, smell of christmas.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Shy, derided, observant, silent, roguish, maneuvering, clueless, lethargic, conserved, weak-willed.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Marie Pettigrew
BROTHER(S): N/a
SISTER(S): N/a
OTHER: N/a
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Grantham.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Scarborough, North Yorkshire.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Five years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Friends
OTHER CHARACTERS: Stiles Gibbon
POP QUIZ! As many as your heart can carry, but as long as you can keep them active!
RP SAMPLE:
He had to see him. He had to feel his touch. That warm skin of his, he could never neglect it, along with his smooth feel. Tristan was overconfident, standoffish and rude, yet something about him made Stephen want more. That was why he was making his way into the owlery. Tristan told him he’d be there. He always told him about him whereabouts. The two were dating. Of course he had to tell him, not that Stephen was clingy or anything. He just had to know. It was a necessity. He appreciated the fact that Tristan choice a secluded place. Not many would visit the owlery at such a time.
He passed several of the grounds, keeping to himself. Stephen’s head was down and he pushed past many. Were they suspicious of him? He hoped not. He just wanted to go see him, the possible love of his life. Who knew? It was wrong but yet the feeling was there. He could simply ignore it. He loved the fellow student despite his status, wealth, blood and persona. The mere thought of him made his heart fill with warmth. Nobody was to know. The two kept telling themselves that for the past year. If people were to find out, the whole situation would have become chaotic.
No, he made it is his duty to keep it a secret. It was dark, no doubt, but existent. Finally, Stephen had reached the owlery. He gazed at the door for a few, lingering moments. Perhaps he shouldn’t. Maybe there were other students in there. What if their actions were too suspicious? He was never good at keeping things secret. He looked away, staring at the ground now. Stephen gently bit on his bottom lip. He felt so weak. What was he doing? No, he was going to be a brave Ravenclaw. That was rather unusual. Pushing the old, wooden door open, he walked in. The door made a bothersome, creaky sound.
His eyes searched for Tristan but he was nowhere to be found. Stephen made his way up the circular, ancient staircase until he finally discovered the Gryffindor student. His cheeks went a bit red. Tristan looked so stunning. The light shined through the open window and ricocheted off his body. He had his back to him. Stephen simply stared at it. It was silent. He couldn’t help it anymore. He walked over to him and wrapped both his arms around his waist. Stephen rested his head on his back, embracing the unforgivable sentiment he had been longing for. “I missed you.” Those three words came out a mere mutter.
He passed several of the grounds, keeping to himself. Stephen’s head was down and he pushed past many. Were they suspicious of him? He hoped not. He just wanted to go see him, the possible love of his life. Who knew? It was wrong but yet the feeling was there. He could simply ignore it. He loved the fellow student despite his status, wealth, blood and persona. The mere thought of him made his heart fill with warmth. Nobody was to know. The two kept telling themselves that for the past year. If people were to find out, the whole situation would have become chaotic.
No, he made it is his duty to keep it a secret. It was dark, no doubt, but existent. Finally, Stephen had reached the owlery. He gazed at the door for a few, lingering moments. Perhaps he shouldn’t. Maybe there were other students in there. What if their actions were too suspicious? He was never good at keeping things secret. He looked away, staring at the ground now. Stephen gently bit on his bottom lip. He felt so weak. What was he doing? No, he was going to be a brave Ravenclaw. That was rather unusual. Pushing the old, wooden door open, he walked in. The door made a bothersome, creaky sound.
His eyes searched for Tristan but he was nowhere to be found. Stephen made his way up the circular, ancient staircase until he finally discovered the Gryffindor student. His cheeks went a bit red. Tristan looked so stunning. The light shined through the open window and ricocheted off his body. He had his back to him. Stephen simply stared at it. It was silent. He couldn’t help it anymore. He walked over to him and wrapped both his arms around his waist. Stephen rested his head on his back, embracing the unforgivable sentiment he had been longing for. “I missed you.” Those three words came out a mere mutter.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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