Post by RANGER LUCAS WOOD on Jul 16, 2014 11:45:50 GMT -5
 ranger wood eighteen half blood nurse at hogwarts 11 1/2 inches, mermaid scale, oak LIKES: - winning - quidditch - learning new things - reading - sleeping in - his family - inspirational quotes - photography - watching the sunset - the beach - water - running - animals - hot chocolate - fire whiskey - being in a dark room - sailing - taking risks DISLIKES: - loosing - getting up early - computers - flying - being afraid of flying - snakes - spiders - butterflies and moths - cake - soppy romance movies - falling over - slow music - music without words - when people get in his face - getting sunburnt - green peas - the colour orange - talking in public BOGGART: - getting on a broom again and flying. MIRROR OF ERISED: - before his accident it was winning the quidditch world cup but after it became making his father proud without having to do it from the back of a broom PATRONUS: - an otter ABILITIES: - animagus, an otter - animal affinity, sea creatures PERSONALITY: - protective of those he loves - fiery - is hardly ever on time - determined in everything he does - stubborn as a mule - cant keep a secret to save his life - is a gossip - strong - unflappable when it comes to getting riled up - calm - justified, he doesn't make rash choices without a good reason - smart - loving to those he trusts - romatic, to a point - tough as nails - taps his fingers when he's nervous - keeps his fears close MOTHER: - alicia spinnet FATHER: - oliver wood SIBLINGS: - lillian wood | 20 | graduate - jacqueline wood | 16 | raven - charles wood | 15 | lion PETS: - ekho - shredder - lucky - nickle HISTORY: - on the day ranger was born, a running joke was started that he'd never be on time. after all he was a week late and put his mother through hell. born after a 36 hour battle of wits, ranger henceforth be known as the stubborn child that was never on time. and he grew up like it. he was always late. not because he didn't want to be where he needed to go, but because he was always letting himself get distracted, letting himself get caught up in finishing the puzzle or hiding all of his sisters toys or climbing to the top of the cupboards to get the toys his father had put up there to keep away from him. it was always something. this stubborn and determined child just always happened to be late. of course his parents and siblings learned to live with it, they had to. there was nothing anyone did that was able to change him so they gave up. he grew up with an older sister and he adored her, then when his two younger siblings came along he liked to play tricks on them and his mother. he once pulled his younger sister out the front door on a blanket and left her by the mailbox hoping the mail man would take her on a day she'd been fussing a lot, needless to say his parents hadn't been happy about that and had been thankful it had been a mild summer day. he loved his siblings though, grew up protecting them when he could. he had this view that only he was allowed to annoy them and bug them, no one else outside the family had that right and he was going to make sure that they were protected. taking after his father, he loved quidditch. and he was good at it. really good. there was nothing he couldn't do on the back of a broom if he tried hard enough and soon he was going up against his father in one on one matches as soon as he was old enough, and nearly beating him. his parents knew he was going to be great. when he got his letter to hogwarts he remembers jumping around the house for joy, much to the annoyance of his parents who had to keep telling him to calm down or he was going to break something. but it didn't work, he was too excited to be going off to the place his father and mother had told him all about. while he loved his family he couldn't wait to get away from them, away from his mother getting upset when he brought dirt and animals into the house while charles was sick, getting away from his sisters nightmares, not that he minded them at all, he just couldn't wait to go and be on his own in the huge castle. while his sister was there he knew they would be in different houses. he wasn't as smart as her and while he loved reading, the books he read were about advantures and sword fights and pirates who sailed the seven seas! he hated reading books on school, well the really complicated ones he couldn't understand. his thoughts were confirmed the night he arrived at hogwarts, having been sorted into the house of his father he'd enjoyed the feast and couldn't wait for meals after that, trying almost everything on the table and almost needing to roll himself back to the dorm every night. of course this got old real fast and after a while he learned what was good, and what was the best on the table. his school work was okay, he passed every class easy enough but he was never a perfect student, he got in trouble for talking in class, for distracting other students and trying to make people laugh, though he was pretty sure that the teachers loved him deep in their hearts. but what he did excel in, was quidditch. he was destined to be the next big thing. his flying teacher told him, his team mates agreed and he couldn't imagine doing anything else with his life after hogwarts. he wanted to win. he wanted to fly and man did he want to play quidditch. it was his seventh year, one of the games leading toward the finals that was being played in a storm. most of the game went alright, though they couldn't seem to get ahead of the other team, staying at a tie for the part of the game he remembers. lighting stuck the field, close enough to ranger that he had been sent flying off his broom and he had crashed down into the bleachers before anyone has noticed he was falling, luckily not hitting any other students that had been watching the game. it almost killed him. he remembers waking up in saint mungo's two weeks later, having been taken there straight after the accident due to the nature of his injuries, too many broken bones for the nursing staff at hogwarts to deal with and so many internal damage that his parents had been warned he might not make it through that first night. but he had, showed them his strength and woken up with no memory of what happened and sketchy details on the game. it took him a month and a half before he was back at school ready to show the world what he was made of, but he never could find the courage to get back on a broom and it shattered him. one night while recovering he'd heard his parents talking while they thought he'd been asleep, saying that he could have been great and now it wouldn't happen. it cut him deep, to know that he'd let them down somehow. he fought through the last of his school term, graduating from hogwarts with no clue on what he'd do after he left, since his quidditch star days were behind him. it took him a while, but he eventually worked out that he would go on to work at hogwarts, training to become a healer there. he started to realise that he wanted to help people the way his sister did, and the healers that had saved his life had too. so that's him, working at hogwarts, living his life as best he can and trying to work up the courage to sit on a broom again. hey guys, my name is SHADOW! and I am rocking it at 21 years old, role-playing for roughly 7 years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the I NEVER KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION! HELP! time zone, and hail from AUSTRALIA so how about that! currently my character looks just like ERIC SAADE or so i am told! I found y'all at LUCK OF THE IRISH and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER, LAURIE CASSANDRA FLINT, TANNER WILLIAM WEASLEY, JACQUES 'JAKE' MATHIEU MARTIN, CLEITUS ALCANDER LUGUBELENUS, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
