Post by alicia on Jan 9, 2009 23:30:11 GMT -6
NAME Bristol Willem Llewellyn (Bris or Pistol)
AGE 23
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 6 foot even
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
APPEARANCE *Piccy*
Bristol maintains a slight rogue-ish look about him, taking in comfort of his small stubble on his square jaw line. His auburn hair is usually cut to be a bit ‘poofy’ - as his sisters called it. On occasion, Bristol does take time in styling it in just the front. He’s pretty tall and fairly thin from his daily jogs, which helps him keep his lean muscle tone. Bristol is usually seen meandering around in jeans, a random tee - most with coffee stains on them from the morning's cup of Joe and ink smudges, and his infamous tan-ish beige Converse chucks. There are random days when he feels the need to dress up a bit, but keep to his regular style. On those rare, and special, days - he's usually traipsing about in a blue, black, or brown suit with - oh yes - his chucks. Oh, beware the Chucks.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY Bristol is quite a prankster when the time comes, sometimes even hiding behind the stereotype to hide the fact that he took great pride in excelling in school - where he usually seemed laidback in. When Bristol isn't at work or pranking anyone - he enjoys walking about, taking random snapshots of everything he sees, reveling in the solitude. He's one that enjoys nature and would rather be tied to a tree then glued to a seat. He was always a wandering spirit as a child, and still takes time to tickle his fancy in random walks about the back hills of London.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
HISTORY Growing up mainly in Scotland, Bristol caught early on that he was a bit different, seeing as he was the youngest out of seven and the only boy out of a muggle family. As he grew older, his family moved around from time to time - making it harder for him to make friends but helping him learn about other people and cultures. As he aged into his early preteens, he was located in a small country in Africa, he learned much about a group of warriors with “special” abilities. Delving into the story about magic, Bristol became a bit of a recluse from his siblings and parents, causing him to be independent in a much earlier stage of his life. Once leaving Africa, Bristol gleefully whisked himself away to Hogwarts - being the only one in his family to enter.
POSITION Daily Prophet//Photographer (Travel)//Other
ANIMAGUS FORM Lion
WAND 10" Cherrywood with a Hungarian Horntail scale core.
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS None.
DAY OF BIRTH April 18
PETS Purdy, two month old female English Cocker Spaniel
FAMILY Parents: Alexander and Helen Llywellyn
Siblings: Elisabetta Hayes, Layna Capp, Caren, Avery, Rhyen, Kandra, and Ginnifer Llywellyn
PATRONUS FORM Red-tailed Hawk
SAMPLE RP
He chuckled loudly, watching as Purdy flew towards her tennis ball - yapping at it as menacingly as she could. His left hand held his Muggle camera, snapping pictures of has she bounded back to him - dropping the ball twice and chasing after it again. She was the joy in his life, beside his overgrown family. Earlier Kandra had called to let him know that Layna had triplets. It was no surprise since multiple births ran in his family - he being a twin with ‘Nifer. Purdy howled at him and Bristol glanced down, seeing her at his feet. She was getting to be a handful already at two months old. He ran his free hand in his messy, untamed locks.
“Wanna go for a walk? Hmm?”
He cooed at her, her little head tilting left and right at his voice. He could feel a crick in his shoulder from leaning far too long on it against the hallway wall. He shifted his weight, the sound of his pants moving caused Purdy to bark once more. He snickered and moved to put his camera down, he did not need her chewing on it… His hands reached for her orange leash and she squirmed in between his legs, giddy with excitement. As swiftly as he had put his camera down, did he grab it back up. Purdy sat intently staring at the door , her leash hooked to her harness. Bristol glanced at her, laughter shining in his tawny eyes.
“All right! Let’s go, c’mon girl.”
He closed the door, locking it single-handedly as his pup leapt and strained to move - bringing his free arm with her. Oh, yes, she was a handful.
AGE 23
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 6 foot even
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
APPEARANCE *Piccy*
Bristol maintains a slight rogue-ish look about him, taking in comfort of his small stubble on his square jaw line. His auburn hair is usually cut to be a bit ‘poofy’ - as his sisters called it. On occasion, Bristol does take time in styling it in just the front. He’s pretty tall and fairly thin from his daily jogs, which helps him keep his lean muscle tone. Bristol is usually seen meandering around in jeans, a random tee - most with coffee stains on them from the morning's cup of Joe and ink smudges, and his infamous tan-ish beige Converse chucks. There are random days when he feels the need to dress up a bit, but keep to his regular style. On those rare, and special, days - he's usually traipsing about in a blue, black, or brown suit with - oh yes - his chucks. Oh, beware the Chucks.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY Bristol is quite a prankster when the time comes, sometimes even hiding behind the stereotype to hide the fact that he took great pride in excelling in school - where he usually seemed laidback in. When Bristol isn't at work or pranking anyone - he enjoys walking about, taking random snapshots of everything he sees, reveling in the solitude. He's one that enjoys nature and would rather be tied to a tree then glued to a seat. He was always a wandering spirit as a child, and still takes time to tickle his fancy in random walks about the back hills of London.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
HISTORY Growing up mainly in Scotland, Bristol caught early on that he was a bit different, seeing as he was the youngest out of seven and the only boy out of a muggle family. As he grew older, his family moved around from time to time - making it harder for him to make friends but helping him learn about other people and cultures. As he aged into his early preteens, he was located in a small country in Africa, he learned much about a group of warriors with “special” abilities. Delving into the story about magic, Bristol became a bit of a recluse from his siblings and parents, causing him to be independent in a much earlier stage of his life. Once leaving Africa, Bristol gleefully whisked himself away to Hogwarts - being the only one in his family to enter.
IN THE PAST NINE YEARS He spent the last eight years in Ravenclaw, as one of the somewhat underachievers on the House. Trying to disspell the title, he focused more on his studies - pranking every so often. After graduating with high marks, Bristol shipped himself off to America - in hopes of learning photo-journalism and plain journalism. Graduating early from college, Bristol arrived back to London - intent on gaining a job at the Daily Prophet as a Travel photographer or any other random job they needed filled. As he moved back to London, getting a loft close enough to the magical centre of town, he adopted a black English Cocker Spaniel, naming her Purdy, after his mother‘s own Spaniel.
POSITION Daily Prophet//Photographer (Travel)//Other
ANIMAGUS FORM Lion
WAND 10" Cherrywood with a Hungarian Horntail scale core.
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS None.
DAY OF BIRTH April 18
PETS Purdy, two month old female English Cocker Spaniel
FAMILY Parents: Alexander and Helen Llywellyn
Siblings: Elisabetta Hayes, Layna Capp, Caren, Avery, Rhyen, Kandra, and Ginnifer Llywellyn
PATRONUS FORM Red-tailed Hawk
SAMPLE RP
He chuckled loudly, watching as Purdy flew towards her tennis ball - yapping at it as menacingly as she could. His left hand held his Muggle camera, snapping pictures of has she bounded back to him - dropping the ball twice and chasing after it again. She was the joy in his life, beside his overgrown family. Earlier Kandra had called to let him know that Layna had triplets. It was no surprise since multiple births ran in his family - he being a twin with ‘Nifer. Purdy howled at him and Bristol glanced down, seeing her at his feet. She was getting to be a handful already at two months old. He ran his free hand in his messy, untamed locks.
“Wanna go for a walk? Hmm?”
He cooed at her, her little head tilting left and right at his voice. He could feel a crick in his shoulder from leaning far too long on it against the hallway wall. He shifted his weight, the sound of his pants moving caused Purdy to bark once more. He snickered and moved to put his camera down, he did not need her chewing on it… His hands reached for her orange leash and she squirmed in between his legs, giddy with excitement. As swiftly as he had put his camera down, did he grab it back up. Purdy sat intently staring at the door , her leash hooked to her harness. Bristol glanced at her, laughter shining in his tawny eyes.
“All right! Let’s go, c’mon girl.”
He closed the door, locking it single-handedly as his pup leapt and strained to move - bringing his free arm with her. Oh, yes, she was a handful.