Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 9:46:59 GMT -5
 JEFFERY PATRICK HARRISON THIRTY-FOUR halfblood ravenclaw, graduated, ministry, auror 11 inches dragon heart string birch wood they once told me that some people have two faces; that like a mask they can rip one off and place another on - they say that about me, in the back of their minds - but that doesn't bother me. not really any ways. intelligent . devoted . powerful . charming . friendly they say that when you want to know what someone likes; the only thing you got to do is ask them. for example; when someone speaks to me on what I like, I find that I will likely say things that involve something muggle related if it's in the presence of someone I know who likes that sort of thing - or wants to learn; his father, purity, working, the black army, causes, fishing, fly fishing, dogs, felines, fish and chips, books, learning, knowledge, camping. when they ask me what it is that I hate above all else; I can name many things - but to the selected few, I can not - for the simply matter that it will burn a hole in the suit that I wear to cover me. the danger and thrill of it draws me in, but it also scares me to the point of hatred - but for the most part, you will discover things that I hate are above all; unimportant; mother's blood status, impurity, losing his mind, darkness(the dark), unworthy rebellion, hunting, animal abuse, butter beer, muggle drinks, anything Chinese related food, learning a new language, being cut off, unable to rest. the thought of a boggart in it self actually terrifies me as I do not want others to see the childish fear that burns in me. the darkness or simply the dark can lurk into my waking mind and tear at my very soul. there is something about the dark that can creep into my thoughts and tear up any safe feelings that one might find. that old trick of being hidden under the blanket doesn't help - no, it just brings about the false safety of what might be out there and with each student staring at my when I faced a boggart in school - they only saw the darkness creep towards me and engulf me before I fell to my knees screaming. if I was able to look into the mirror of erised I would of found myself surrounded by my mother and father as they clapped me on the back - showing me to becoming a great and powerful graduate of Hogwarts - but this has already passed and gone; with little desire. my new desire would thrive under it all; where the darkness that surrounds my mind lifts and reveals a warmth and bright - I want a family, and I want to be free. patronus, do I produce one? I can, as a matter of fact, and while it's not something I wish to disclose to the world - or show to others, it is something that can still bring a smile to my tired lips. it's an ordeal, swiping my memory for a single thought, a single image that may rise me from a dark blank wall. from the depths of my mind I can picture the day my wizarding letter arrived, how my mother had tear up and how my father would of placed his hand on my shoulder (but instead peered from the magical photo) - proclaiming I would make the Harrison family name proud. I had no other choice. I would be placed in either his house - slytherin or in my mother's house - ravenclaw. while fear an disappoint was there, it was the happiest moment of my life and when I think of this memory - of the three of us - I watch as the silvery wisp of light floats from my wand tip and lights the sky in the form of a red fox. my abilities can include many magical things, but the two most important and rare abilities I have mastered in my time at Hogwarts till now are the terms wandless magic and occlumency, both of which I found much needed in this new world and in the past worlds. with my wandless magic I am able to do what others must use a wand for. it is quite simply how I can flick my wrist in the pattern of the wand movements and centralize my magic through my fingers and palms. my occlumency is different, but strong - but not as strong as some. I am able to do what most will likely find the easiest to do. instead of throwing up a blank wall, I clutter my mind with useless facts unrelated to what they are asking to see. many find it unpleasant to be in my head - and I would not disagree with them. I am actually looking into gaining more knowledge on non-verbal magic and animagus, however this will take me some time as I am working non-stop. liar . stubborn . aggressive . cruel . submissive my mother's name is ella harrison and she is a half-blood wizard, whose parents were also half-bloods. no one is sure how many half-bloods it takes until one is considered pure once more, but my mother was a half-blood which is turn, makes me a half-blood. mom was a support of lord Voldemort and his blood purity. my father's name is patrick harrison and he is a pureblood wizard, whose parents were also pure of line. as long as no muggles or muggle-borns or even halfbloods mingle in the blood lines, the magic remains strong and pure, which is what I have learned from my father's side. however, since he fell for my mother, a halfblood he has mingled his glorious blood with. however dad believed in purity and fought along side the dark lord at the last great wizarding world - perishing in the battle. I am an only child, sadly enough. I currently own two animals, one being a rather feisty feline, a Norwegian forest cat known simply as simon. we seem to dislike each other on a rather complex base, but as he has been my familiar since I was young - and being over ten years old - I do care for the fluffy feline. my second pet is of course my barn owl; melinda. we have been on a rather easy routine - seeing as Melinda is my original owl's offspring - the same owl I had when I too went to Hogwarts. the year is 1990 patrick and ella Harrison were two rather proud adults; having both survived the last wizarding world - they had been under wraps trying to get their life back together. when Patrick had been accused of being a death eater - they had taken him in suspecting to find the dark mark, however he no known mark and neither did his wife leading to them being released as simply followers who needed to be watched heavily. it wasn't until - of course - 1990, December twenty-seventh, that they were given a blessing all together. ella - previously thought to have been made infertile during the last war - gave birth to a son, who they named Jeffery Patrick Harrison. for the most part - for the first few years of his life; Jeffery grew up with his ma and pa by his side and content with his life - learning of blood purity and his mother's dirty secret. in fact, he was taught to hate his ma's blood, but to enjoy her life in a whole. a whole complex love and hate for his mother was born under his father's watchful gaze. when the dark lord rose, young Jeffery would sit on his bed and tell his dad to come home - be a hero daddy, don't let them filthy impurities win! and many did come home. but when the last battle dawned and his mother and he sat beside each other on his bed awaiting either their father or the ministry, they never expected to find that they would be pardoned; one look at his tiny face sweeping with tears - and the aurors had his mother placed on twenty-four hour watch. but things never lasted, and as he, Jeffery - or jeff as his mother calls him - is given his Hogwarts letter and told he must get slytherin of ravenclaw. no other house will do. of course, many never expected him to get much - he had seemed dumb as a young child, but once he entered the school - gotten his wand of eleven inches, dragonheart string with birch wood - he rose to the top of his classes; excellent with his movements, swift in picking up it's wonders with ease and - oh wait, I forgot his house - what was to be expected when a boy was placed in ravenclaw for his intelligent quirks. when all those who spoke to him tried to get him into their little groups to help study; young Jeffery would brush them off, nervously swiping at his brow and flee into the dorm room where he petted his owl inker a barn owl who was older then most. his school years brought him into a few amazing moments of wonder and happiness, but also one embarrassing moment that tore through him - even to this day. when he was in his fifth year; they were faced with a boggart, and as most where shown spiders of pictures of you know who - it was Jeffery who stood before the boggart of a spider and watch it explode into darkness, cloaking the room and beginning to block out the sun. he froze, his heart pounding and when suddenly he spotted the darkness engulfing him - shrinking him to his knees he heard only his voice rip from his lungs as he screamed. they laughed. when he graduated from Hogwarts though, he went straight into auror training - throwing everything else into disregards as he began to train and work his way through the ranks until he was a rather pleasant position. that was when he heard the whispers; a whisper of a dark woman who would bring purity back and he did what his father had started; he sort her out. an auror, in your ranks - do you not think this will play out nicely into your hands? I am close to this.. potter who stopped the dark lord. can point them in a different direction. and with his nervous expression slipping into one of complete cruelty, he would run a hand through his hair; adjusting the glasses he wore when he did not wear muggle contacts (best thing they have ever invested in.) and he would become a member of the black army - as well as an auror. hey guys, my name is PAISLEY! and I am rocking it at NINETEEN years old, role-playing for roughly ELEVEN years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EASTERN STANDARD time zone, and hail from CANADA so how about that! currently my character @jeffery, looks just like HUGH DANCY or so i am told! I found y'all at ADOXOGRAPHY V2 and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as NONE RIGHT NOW, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
