Post by Clover:. on Jan 27, 2009 2:49:07 GMT -6
NAME Archer Earnshaw
AGE Twenty-two
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 5’9”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
APPEARANCE Archer has chestnut coloured brown hair that usually remains a bit long so that he can style it up into a slight mohawk or have it hang a bit over his deep hazel eyes. When he is feeling adventurous, sometimes he dyes the tips of his hair with a flaming red colour. Around his full lips is stubble of his beard and facial hair on his upper lip. He sometimes shaved but always left the hair on his upper lip. His skin is a bit on the pale side even though his cheeks are quite rosy.
His broad shoulders really display his muscular build since he tends to work out quite a bit. His style of clothing varies depending on his mood. Most of the time, he wears a nice dress shirt with a tie, dark jeans, and usually a jacket on his shoulders. Other times, he wears a casual t-shirt, jeans, and usually still wears his pinstriped dress-jacket.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY Archer is a very solitary man, finding it hard to open up to anyone. He rarely gets attached to people since he knows deeply how easily things- or people, can get taken away. Although he is solitary, it does not mean that he is rude to people. He is outwardly a very kind, generous, and caring person but on the inside, he is a troubled soul. Although he is not too talkative, he is a great listener and that is a very important quality in a good friend.
He’s logical but thinks abstractly, deeply imaginative. His imagination is not usually consisting of rainbows and fairylands but consist of deep dark demons, and terrifying images. Sometimes, his images come true and he’ll see dark shadows circling him, rendering him into his other world of fear. He is not a violent person and will stand tall during a fight, refusing to throw punches.
Archer is a very musical person and as a child, praised as a musical prodigy. He spends most of his money purchasing instruments or music scores. His favourite instruments are the piano, guitar, and violin.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Musical Prodigy.
HISTORY Archer does not remember much from his past except the event... This was the main thing that caused all of his troubles. As a teenager, he was very mischievous and hung around a very bad group of ‘friends’. He had secretly fallen into life of hard drugs and thievery at the age of fifteen. His parents knew he stole from stores, held up a small corner store with his friends, but they believed in him deeply. They loved him so much and did their best to help him. Archer loved his parents his big brother, and his little sister dearly beyond comprehension. He always promised himself, despite his lifestyle, he would never harm them.
At the age of sixteen, he was in his room when the front door was broken into. He remembered thinking he was home alone and lit up a joint, smoking deeply. Off in his high, he let the match drop and set the room ablaze. He had managed to get himself out of the house to watch the house completely set ablaze. He did not know that his parents were sleeping in the home and they were not able to get out. He ran away from his siblings, who had been in town at that time, never speaking to them again. He does not know whether his siblings know he is the reason why they are orphaned.
He rented out rooms at the Leaky Cauldron while he worked at a bookstore. He taught himself magic, never returning to Hogwarts since his siblings would be there. Now at the age of twenty-two, he works at the bookstore but also has begun working at the Three Broomsticks as a bartender. He is constantly plagued by dark images from his past and demons that he believes are out to kill him. Whenever the ‘demons’ hurt him, it is actually him hurting himself. He knows he needs help with his severe problem but would rather keep away, hidden.
He often lives in denial, pushing memories of the past into the back of his mind where they could not be recovered. He remembers his siblings, his parents, and the event...but other than that, his mind is lost.
POSITION
Three Broomsticks Bartender
ANIMAGUS FORM Husky-dog
WAND Ash, Phoenix feather, 14”
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS Sees violent images of demons and is violent towards himself.
DAY OF BIRTH November 9
PETS None
FAMILY
Gordon Earnshaw [deceased]
Sarah Earnshaw [deceased]
Laurent Earnshaw [Whereabouts unknown]
River Earnshaw [Whereabouts unknown]
PATRONUS FORM Grieving puppy
SAMPLE RP
There they were again, stretching up the walls, grasping for him. Archer lay in his bed, staring at the dark eyes of the monster breathing his name. “Archer...” It whispered. “You killed your parents...”
“No!” Archer screamed out, a stabbing pain in his arm. He twitched for a moment, his frame shaking as he forced himself up. He stumbled for a moment in his small apartment room, spinning around as more demons crept all around him. “You don’t deserve-”
“Let me live!” Archer screamed out louder. He felt one of the dark, ghostly hands squeeze his wrist and he yelped out loudly, shaking in fear as cold surged through his body. He smelt the fire again, thick like it was when he signed his family’s life away. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. “Mr. Earnshaw?” the voice quivered. “Are you alright in there?”
Archer did not reply but snapped out of his thoughts. He sat on his bed, holding his bleeding arm. “Y-Yes...everything is going quite fine...” he grumbled lowly.
AGE Twenty-two
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 5’9”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
APPEARANCE Archer has chestnut coloured brown hair that usually remains a bit long so that he can style it up into a slight mohawk or have it hang a bit over his deep hazel eyes. When he is feeling adventurous, sometimes he dyes the tips of his hair with a flaming red colour. Around his full lips is stubble of his beard and facial hair on his upper lip. He sometimes shaved but always left the hair on his upper lip. His skin is a bit on the pale side even though his cheeks are quite rosy.
His broad shoulders really display his muscular build since he tends to work out quite a bit. His style of clothing varies depending on his mood. Most of the time, he wears a nice dress shirt with a tie, dark jeans, and usually a jacket on his shoulders. Other times, he wears a casual t-shirt, jeans, and usually still wears his pinstriped dress-jacket.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY Archer is a very solitary man, finding it hard to open up to anyone. He rarely gets attached to people since he knows deeply how easily things- or people, can get taken away. Although he is solitary, it does not mean that he is rude to people. He is outwardly a very kind, generous, and caring person but on the inside, he is a troubled soul. Although he is not too talkative, he is a great listener and that is a very important quality in a good friend.
He’s logical but thinks abstractly, deeply imaginative. His imagination is not usually consisting of rainbows and fairylands but consist of deep dark demons, and terrifying images. Sometimes, his images come true and he’ll see dark shadows circling him, rendering him into his other world of fear. He is not a violent person and will stand tall during a fight, refusing to throw punches.
Archer is a very musical person and as a child, praised as a musical prodigy. He spends most of his money purchasing instruments or music scores. His favourite instruments are the piano, guitar, and violin.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Musical Prodigy.
HISTORY Archer does not remember much from his past except the event... This was the main thing that caused all of his troubles. As a teenager, he was very mischievous and hung around a very bad group of ‘friends’. He had secretly fallen into life of hard drugs and thievery at the age of fifteen. His parents knew he stole from stores, held up a small corner store with his friends, but they believed in him deeply. They loved him so much and did their best to help him. Archer loved his parents his big brother, and his little sister dearly beyond comprehension. He always promised himself, despite his lifestyle, he would never harm them.
At the age of sixteen, he was in his room when the front door was broken into. He remembered thinking he was home alone and lit up a joint, smoking deeply. Off in his high, he let the match drop and set the room ablaze. He had managed to get himself out of the house to watch the house completely set ablaze. He did not know that his parents were sleeping in the home and they were not able to get out. He ran away from his siblings, who had been in town at that time, never speaking to them again. He does not know whether his siblings know he is the reason why they are orphaned.
He rented out rooms at the Leaky Cauldron while he worked at a bookstore. He taught himself magic, never returning to Hogwarts since his siblings would be there. Now at the age of twenty-two, he works at the bookstore but also has begun working at the Three Broomsticks as a bartender. He is constantly plagued by dark images from his past and demons that he believes are out to kill him. Whenever the ‘demons’ hurt him, it is actually him hurting himself. He knows he needs help with his severe problem but would rather keep away, hidden.
He often lives in denial, pushing memories of the past into the back of his mind where they could not be recovered. He remembers his siblings, his parents, and the event...but other than that, his mind is lost.
IN THE PAST NINE YEARS (Info here!)N/A
POSITION
Three Broomsticks Bartender
ANIMAGUS FORM Husky-dog
WAND Ash, Phoenix feather, 14”
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS Sees violent images of demons and is violent towards himself.
DAY OF BIRTH November 9
PETS None
FAMILY
Gordon Earnshaw [deceased]
Sarah Earnshaw [deceased]
Laurent Earnshaw [Whereabouts unknown]
River Earnshaw [Whereabouts unknown]
PATRONUS FORM Grieving puppy
SAMPLE RP
There they were again, stretching up the walls, grasping for him. Archer lay in his bed, staring at the dark eyes of the monster breathing his name. “Archer...” It whispered. “You killed your parents...”
“No!” Archer screamed out, a stabbing pain in his arm. He twitched for a moment, his frame shaking as he forced himself up. He stumbled for a moment in his small apartment room, spinning around as more demons crept all around him. “You don’t deserve-”
“Let me live!” Archer screamed out louder. He felt one of the dark, ghostly hands squeeze his wrist and he yelped out loudly, shaking in fear as cold surged through his body. He smelt the fire again, thick like it was when he signed his family’s life away. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. “Mr. Earnshaw?” the voice quivered. “Are you alright in there?”
Archer did not reply but snapped out of his thoughts. He sat on his bed, holding his bleeding arm. “Y-Yes...everything is going quite fine...” he grumbled lowly.