Post by SeamusH on Dec 24, 2010 23:08:38 GMT -6
Name: Seamus (See-mus) Drenn Hayen
Nickname/s: Sea, Semmy, Sem, SH.
Ethnicity: I don't know. British. <3
Birth Date: December 20, 1995
Blood Status: Half-blood
Appearance: Well, he's tall, for one. Standing at least six feet, Sea honestly just goes with whatever he can reach first with clothes, but he tends to look good in whatever he wears. The boy's eyes are a minty green color, outlined in black like eyeliner or mascara, but this is simply how he is. His build is slender, making him fast, and it sure comes in handy when hiding from people. Sem's a very athletic boy, but he also has a mourning look about him. His hair is black as night, cast over his eyes, entirely covering up his left eye. This also causes some to think of Sem as belonging in Slytherin, being evil, and such. As far as looks go, (although he'd never admit that to himself), he's pretty darn decent. And he has a few tattoos and piercings. Namely a skull on his right shoulder, the 3OH!3 symbol on his left shoulder, and
Current Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch: Yes; Seeker
Notable Abilities: N/A
Wand
-Wood: Ash
-Core: Dragon Heartstring
-Length: 11 inches
Patronus: Fox
Pet: A black cat with one blue eye, one green eye, named Socrates.
Hobbies: Eating, sleeping, popping up in places that Seamuses are not supposed to be.
Organisations: Um... Does being on the Quidditch team count?
Personality: He's a very unique boy, for sure. He tends to keep to himself, which is a pity; he's actually rather clever. Sem tends to party and party hard whenever he can, but when he's not doing that, he's sitting somewhere that nobody could even think a student could end up, deep in thought or hanging with his cat. He can be arrogant at times, but again, usually doesn't give a rat's tail about anything. Or at least, he doesn't seem to care. You can tell whenever Sem's serious about something because he'll actually look like he's paying attention. The kid has a nack for music, and if he were a muggle, he'd make a marvelous drummer or maybe even singer. His favorite color is red, his favorite food is pretty much anything sweet, his favorite animals are foxes and cats, and when he goes home for breaks he loves to listen to 3OH!3, Owl City, and Eminem. (Oh, and did we mention that during these said breaks, he is a drummer?) He gets quite a bit of Muggle influences at home.
History: The kid was born to a muggle mother but a wizarding father. He made it big at home as a drummer at age 12, and now has several drum cover videos on what his father calls 'TubeYou'. When he's not at school, he has a cell phone, a Facebook (because Myspace is so old to him) and an iPod. However, he's only had one girlfriend and she only lasted two days. Nobody at home besides his family know he attends Hogwarts or has anything to do with magic. The ones who don't know hate the advanced boarding school for boys he attends, however, and have a theory he has a boyfriend there, which is why he never tells them about it...
Family: I don't know. Anyone wanna play a twin brother? Doesn't matter, he has a mother and a father and if somebody wants to play a sibling then that's okay with me.
Roleplay Sample: He kept the note in his clenched fist. Sem sat, cross-legged with his back pressed against a tree. His head bowed down, that seemingly permanent frown stuck on his face. He gazed down and opened his hand. The crackle of unfolding paper as his fingers worked to slowly and numbly flatten the note. Three years. Three long goddamn years.
I love you.
His eyes went over the words and his thumb rubbed over them. Sem saw all the old places where his tears had darkened and weakened the paper. Captain of the Quidditch team, he who had pierced his own lip with a cold iron object without anything to ease the pain, had cried over those words from his mother. Forever.... In a flash of anger, he formed a fist around the note again and shook his head. The boy had inadvertently knocked his hair from his eyes, and their silently glaring difference became painfully obvious. He let his head fall limply back against the oak and watched as the shadows danced across the dirt before him. He had fought in those God-forsaken battles. He'd seen the people drop like flies, some good and some bad. Seamus himself hadn't killed, just fought... So why should he be here now? He'd been through worse than his mother's death. This was nonsense.... His head slumped forward again and Seamus gritted his teeth, growling with frustration. Had he beeen standing, there was no doubt he'd have punched the goddamn tree, but he just had to settle for sitting there.
EDIT BY KATI; I just moved the sample.
