Post by jon purkiss on Sept 30, 2008 6:39:31 GMT -8
{ THE LIFE AND LOVES OF JONATHAN PURKISS }
Fight with a love
And laugh with a rage
You gotta live light enough to see the humor
and long enough to see some change.
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[/b][/color][/font]buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.[/i][/color][/right]
YOUR NAME: Lex.
YOUR AGE: Still young.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Doggedly joining most sites Joy’s made since the good old times of H.A.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Lysandra Malfoy.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope.[/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]till one by one they were gone.[/i][/color][/right]
FULL NAME: Jonathan Euan Purkiss.
NICKNAME{S}: Jon.
AGE/YEAR: 26 / Graduate.
BIRTHDAY: 10th August.
HOUSE: Former Ravenclaw.
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE: Half blood. Unaffiliated, though may be interested by the Revolutionists If he knew of their existence.
PET(S): A blonde Labrador/Retriever named Sam.[/color][/font]
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GOALS & DREAMS: - To graduate school with straight 'O's (almost!)
- To get an internship at St. Mungo's (Done, after a miserable year spent interning in Prague)
- To gain an Attending position in St. Mungo’s emergency unit.
- To find a woman he wants to marry and move back to Scotland one day.
- To adopt a cat (but he’s bloody allergic to them).
FEARS: Being abandon by the people he loves…and knives. He can’t prepare anything but frozen dinners because he’s too afraid to cut up the ingredients. This could become a bit of a problem in his career, even though most things can be handled with wands these days.
STRENGTHS: Cool headed under pressure. Book smart and analytical. He's adventurous (which can lead to being a bit irresponsible at times). He’s friendly and always up for a laugh. Very good to his friends (unless he thinks they’ve done something wrong, in which case he can be quite a…well, a total dick). A stubborn rigidity to his own morals.
WEAKNESSES: Aside from irresponsibility and occasional dickheadedness (which is totally a word, btw)... He’s really too judgmental at times. He falls for women hard and fast and can be manipulated easily. He can certainly handle a drink, but that doesn’t mean he won’t push his limits and exceed them far too often. He's getting too old for the follies of youth, really.
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[/b][/color][/font]call the troops out in a hurry.[/i][/color][/right]
WAND: Cedar wood, 10 inches, dragon heartstring.
PATRONUS: A large, shaggy dog.
BOGGART: Knives. Large, rusty butcher knives and shiny daggers.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Himself on a sheep farm in the Scottish country side, though he wouldn’t expect to see it. He tries to be more ambitious and high achieving than he really is at the heart of things.
SPECIAL: N/A
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[/b][/color][/font]this is it boys, this is war.[/i][/color][/right]
HAIR COLOR: Black.
EYE COLOR: Hazel grey.
SKIN TONE: Light.
BODY BUILD: Average.
HEIGHT: On the short side.
WEIGHT: Roughly 185lbs.
PLAYBY: Lee Pace.
(He also has an unfortunate tattoo, but he doesn’t like to talk about that…)
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[/b][/color][/font]in the dust that was a city.[/i][/color][/right]
PARENTS: Adam Purkiss and Amelie Purkiss (nee Delacour).
SIBLINGS: An as-yet-unnamed little sister, according to the canon list.
OTHER FAMILY: He's quite close to some of his cousins.
HOMETOWN: Inverness, Scotland.
HISTORY: ohgod rush job. I'll probably brush up the grammar and structure and general suckiness of it when I have time, but all the info is there.
Jon’s parents met during their studies at Hogwarts when Adam was 16 and Amelie two years his junior. At their wedding their friends commented that they were ‘always destined to be together’, but Adam and Amelie hardly saw it that way at the time. They dated, broke up, and dated again all throughout school until the end of Amelie’s 7th year, when Adam asked her to move to Scotland with him. They planned to start a small broomstick manufacturing business, dealing mainly with supplying specialty orders to district Quidditch teams throughout Scotland.
They married and had children at quite a young age, with Amelie falling pregnant at 19. The difficulty of the pregnancy took her and Adam completely by surprise, and the otherwise young and healthy Amelie was bed-bound with severe hypertension from the time she was 7 months along. Medical insurance amongst wizarding communities in Scotland was notoriously poor at the time, and Jon’s birth came just one month after the release of the new Firebolt Zenith, which effectively put his father out of business.
Times were a tough when Jon was born, but he was honestly too young to notice and too busy being a kid to care that they occasionally ate baked beans for dinner or lived in a small duplex that wasn’t as nice as some of his friends.
He was always reasonably popular in school, but he never stood out as anything more than a fun and friendly guy who knew how to have a good time. At 11 years old that meant sneaking away from his Catholic summer school, using ten friends to help carry his Dad’s row boat away then proceeding to accidentally sink it while trying to catch fish on the river with a piece of chicken wire. At 18 it meant waking up shirtless (except for a necklace made of bedsheets and beer cans) in Amsterdam when the night started as a visit to the local pub.
Despite his reckless reputation Jon was a true Ravenclaw at heart, studying studiously in his own unique way from the moment he entered his first year at Hogwarts. Sure, sometimes he sent his mother into fits of panic when she found him awake at 5.00am only halfway through an overdue assignment, but the kid would wear himself to dust before turning in anything less than exemplary. It was a simple stroke of cosmic luck that Jon was born with the energy to sustain his social life and his studies through Hogwarts and his mediwizard training.
His medical training itself passed quite uneventfully, but he was originally unable to secure an internship at St. Mungo’s and traveled alone to find work at a wizarding hospital in Prague. Even though he got along well with his workmates there, he felt lost without his family and friends and was deliriously happy when he was accepted that next year to complete his internship at St. Mungo’s.
Jon’s worked at the hospital as a resident ever since, and he currently rents a small home in Hogsmeade, but tries to travel back home to Scotland whenever he has the time.
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[/b][/color][/font]ninety nine red balloons go by.[/color][/i][/right]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It was an altogether average day for Hogwarts Castle, at least as far as a magic school could be concerned. The hallways were empty but for a few stray students rushing to catch the tail end of missed classes, iridescent ghosts passing lazily from wall to wall, and the occasional scampering sound of rodent’s claws against dull stone.
A yellowed portrait of a young girl pirouetted in her frame and winked as a student passed her by, though the student in question ignored it on her way to wherever she happened to be going. Ringlet curls bounced as she slumped in her frame, pouting playfully at the teenager’s back.
From high towards the rafters blue eyes followed the girl, peering out from their frame as her gingery red hair bobbed across the hall. When she stopped beside a tall suit of armor, resting the leather suitcase she had been dragging against a wall; the aged portrait lost interest and turned away.
Through slats in the armor’s helmet the girl was watched, her neatly groomed eyebrows knitting together in frustration as she searched for some elusive belonging in her book bag before finally pulling out a pristinely folded sheet of parchment.
As her hazel eyes danced over the words scrawled neatly across it, she sighed and folded the note back up. “Right, but where would that be?” she muttered in a voice that wasn’t quite a whisper; her voice accented with a slightly Eastern European lilt.
A lost student was nothing new to the ageless beings that resided in these halls, even a student that looked too old to be in such a situation. Only the weathered portrait of an old man continued to watch in mild interest as the petite young girl shifted from foot to foot, an expression of frustrated boredom on her face as she waited for someone to pass her by.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Not that I can think of. Sorry about the personality and history sections. Everything he is right now is on this page and I'm totally looking forward to fleshing him out in some RPs. I won't spring any weird surprises on you with him, I promise.[/color][/font]
