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INTRODUCTION
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FULL NAME: Bartholomew James Lincoln
NICKNAMES: Bane
AGE: 15
ALLEGIANCE: Potters Army
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor, Slytherine (I think he's more Gryffindor, and I'd slightly prefer it...)
WAND TYPE: 10", Ash, Phoenix Core
PLAY BY Josh Hartnett
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APPEARANCE
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HAIR COLOR: Light Brown
EYE COLOR: Dark Black, unwelcoming.
HEIGHT: 5'11
BODY TYPE: He's solidly built, his legs and lower body are slender but his upper chest/ shoulders and arms are bigger.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Bane's light brown hair is cut short so that it goes slightly over his forehead, but comes short of touching his eyebrows. He has an attractive face, though he tends to keep his head down a bit, he has a scar that runs behind his ear and down past it a bit. His upper body is slightly built since he is a beater in quidditch, but his lower body is slimmer.
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PERSONALITY
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CHARACTER STRENGTHS AND SKILLS:
-Mature, his thoughts are usually deep, and un-shallow
-Clever, he's not a genius, but he's got a good head on his shoulders
-Good flyer, he loves riding a broom, and he's good at it.
-Not Easily Spooked, he's not a gigantic fears person, he likes to think he has no limits
CHARACTER WEAKNESSES:
-Hot headed, he fights for those he loves and doesn't want anyone to touch them, but it gets him into trouble.
-Stubborn, he sometimes can't stand the thought of people thinking differently from him, he tries to push them sometimes to believe what he does.
-He gives alot of people the cold shoulder. Though he does protect his loved one, he doesn't have many because very few get close to him.
-Pretty girls... yah.....
CHARACTER LIKES:
-Quidditch/Flying
-Dueling
-Climbing
-Exploring his thoughts and Hogwarts
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
-Boredom
-Mean spirited pepole
-Being embarresed
-Failure
GOALS:
-Become an auoror or play profesional quidditch.
-Become captain of the quiditch team his 7th year.
-Be liked
-See every room/passage in hogwarts
-Have a girlfriend...
QUIRKS:
-Before quidditch matches he does a funny dance.
-Eats gravy on mac n cheese.
BOGGART:
He's standing above a dead body, a murderer, but more so he's lost himself. So, his biggest fear is venturing away from what he cares about the most, and holds dear
PATRONUS: A hawk (bird of prey). When he was five, him, his father, mother, and older sister were all on vacation, it was the only time they were all together and happy, where they were actually a family.
DEMENTOR: His father's funeral, he, his mother and sister bawling in front of an open cascet.
AMORENTIA:
-Chocolate Chip Cookies
-The wood of a new beater's bat
-Freshly peeled orange
MIRROR OF ERISED: To be liked, succesful, and have something to show for it. So he has a family, two kids and an attractive wife (though he can never seem to see her face. They're all laughing and smiling, and he's in the british quidditch uniform, as captain.
PERSONALITY: He's nice. Even though his hard to get to know at times, he's usually nice and polite. He's one who doesn't always forgive, and never fogets though. More than anything he's ambitious. He wants to do everything well, and discover new things, and have something to show for it. He's brave, he'll fight someone who's bigger to protect someone he loves. He expects alot of himself, and gets angry when he doesn't do perfectly. So he's sort of a perfectionist. He doesn't often blame others for things that go wrong.
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FAMILY & POSSESSIONS
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FATHER: James Andrew Lincoln
Dead. Died in a bad part of town...
MOTHER: Angela Marie Lincoln
Sort of dibilitated. She still mopes about her husbands death. She doesn't pay much attention to her children. She goes to work at the hospital, does her job, then comes home and mopes.
SIBLING(S): Sarah Elizabeth Lincoln: Bane loving sister. They're really close
OTHER: None
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
RACE: Human
SOCIAL STATUS: Middle Class.
PET(S): And Owl named Rooney. (Bane is a soccer fan)
BROOMSTICK(): Firebolt? Couldn't find the list of brooms :/
OTHER POSSESSIONS: Just a student
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CHARACTER HISTORY
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Early Years: Bane didn't know he could do magic. Of course, sometimes there was that "wow thats sort of abnormal" moment, but nothing that stuck out. His dad died at a young age (6), and after that his mom faded away in his life. He filled the void with reading alot, and exploring the woods near his house, climbing trees and getting dirty, building small rafts that could go down the creek. He somehow thought his dad dying/mom fading was his fault, so that began his quality of blaiming himself.
Hogwarts Years: He's sort of been the guys who's there. He's been liked by a few, but many just know him as the quiet guy who reads and plays quidditch. He has some dueling buddies who he hangs out with. Bane played(s) (not sure if theres an open spot) for Gryffindor/Slytherine as a beator. He's a good student and is fairly well liked by teachers. THe only reason he's gotten in trouble is for roaming the halls at night, which is when he likes to explore them.
Adulthood: N/A
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BEHIND THE CHARACTER
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YOUR NAME: Josh
RP EXPERIENCE: 3 years?
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-D
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
RP SAMPLE:
He held the long, and slightly angled broom in his hand. A drop of sweat dripped from his nose, and onto the bat, held in his left hand. The referee steepped onto the field, carrying the box of balls. He set it down under the hovering players, smack in the middle of the field.
This is it. He thought. His right hand's grip on the broom tightened, the anticipation was building, the adrenaline was rushing. This would be it. He needed to play well.
"1!" a voice shouted, over the intercom, and the referee let the balls rush out of the box, only taking up the quaffle.
"2!" the voice said, the referee noded too both captain. Time seemed too slow down, Bane's vision became like a tunnel, trying to track the bludger he'd seen fly off to his right. His bat began to slowly raise, in anticipation of the last count.
"3!" And they were off.
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by Bane Lincoln Tue Jan 04, 2011 5:35 am
