Post by HAMMISH CLAY GREYSON on Aug 17, 2014 6:14:18 GMT -5
 hammish clay greyson twenty-four muggle born apparition instructor ten 1/2 inches, dragon heartstring, hazel LIKES: cats music hiking coffee DISLIKES: narrow minds abrasiveness being cooped up BOGGART: being alone in the dark, forgotten MIRROR OF ERISED:being riverside with his grandfather PATRONUS: barn owl ABILITIES: nothing special PERSONALITY: Introverted -- Collected -- Sensitive -- Jealous --Outdoorsy -- Bit Stuck Up MOTHER: Roberta Greyson, Muggle, 42 FATHER: Clay Greyson (deceased) SIBLINGS: None PETS: Booster, the maine coon HISTORY: When Clay first laid eyes on Roberta, he knew he had to have her... No, 'have her' made it sound like he wanted to conquer her, make her his property. He wanted her as an equal, a best friend, a lover and a confidant. How crazy! Literally insane, he didn't even know her name at the time, but he just knew she was the one. The entire thing was such a romantic affair --So short lived, so tragic. It was story that Hammish barely listened to as a child. He just didn't care. His mother's fanciful tales of the man that was supposed to be his father sweeping her off her feet in one way after another. Did it really matter? His father was dead, he wasn't coming back and the boy was never going to meet him. He had gotten sick before Roberta even realized she was pregnant, and died before his son was born. She did her best,though, his mother. Always made sure he had a roof over his head, clothes on his back, and food in his stomach. It was hard, sure, but he didn't want for much. She loved her son, he loved her. He wasn't even lacking in a stable father figure, his grandfather (Roberta's dad), Albert, always made sure to visit, often babysitting him while Roberta worked.They would always do the things that other grandfathers and grandsons would do; Take fishing trips, camp, hikes through the woods. It was all so very normal. Even school was nothing special. Hammish went, did his homework. That was the end of it. He has some friends and certainly there were kids he didn't like, but he wasn't one to pick fights. Everything was so utterly mundane. Until that peculiar little man came with a peculiar little letter on his eleventh birthday. No, there was no way that his mother could believe what was being said. A Wizard? That was just silly. Who was this whack job? She was going to call the police. However, the more he talked the more things started to make sense. Then there was his demonstration... but magic wasn't real. Was it? Finally forced to look back on things, it was apparent to Roberta that strange things did happen around Hammish quite a often. There was never any logical explanation --she chalked it up to nothing. It took her a while to come to terms, but finally she did. So, Hammish began his adventures as a wizard. And Just like Muggle primary school, Hogwarts passed rather uneventfully: Friends, tests, watching a Quidditch match every now and then. Upon graduating, Hammish became an instructor in apparition. hey guys, my name is HILLARY! and I am rocking it at 22 years old, role-playing for roughly 5 years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EASTERN time zone, and hail from USA so how about that! currently my character looks just like JOHN GOURLEY or so i am told! I found y'all at PROBOARDS DIRECTORY and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as No one else, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
