Post by texas nolan on May 15, 2009 1:11:18 GMT -5
WILLIAM JACKSON NOLAN
beyond the hourglass, 100 years have passed
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soon the stage enacts the fallen stars
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NAME: Gates
AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: 5
WHO YOU PLAY: n/a
HOW TO CONTACT YOU: PM will suffice.
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPGC
used in pictures in this page of our bleeding hearts
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FULL NAME: William Jackson Nolan
AGE: 27
NICKNAME(S): Texas, Tex. He hates the name William so he took the dog’s name.
BIRTHDAY: 26th of April
ZODIAC: Dog
HOMETOWN: Literally nowhere. His family owned a cottage in the middle of a far off woodland.
OCCUPATION: Potions Professor, under cover Auror
ALIGNMENT: Neutral, but if the time comes it’d be Order.
BLOODLINE: Half blood
SEXUALITY: Straight
i've made peace with god and burned the sage
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HEIGHT: 6’1[/size]
WEIGHT: 199
BODY TYPE: Stocky. Muscular, but not frighteningly buff. Well proportioned.
HAIR COLOR:Black
HAIR STYLE: It’s longer than the average male cut, but by no means is it a mullet or anything. He doesn’t style it, he doesn’t even brush it. How he wakes up in the morning is how it stays until he showers at the end of the day.
EYE COLOR: Blue, it changes from navy to lighter blue in the light.
PIERCINGS: A pinna piercing on his right ear.
TATTOOS: Yes, in between his shoulder blades. No one’s ever seen it.
PLAY BY: Noel Fielding
and drank the poison from the lake
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LIKES: Dogs, gelato, being considered a ‘cool’ teacher, eyecandy, making fun of books he’s reading, experimenting.
DISLIKES: Shag carpet, kids who want to try their own experiments, bananas, stuck ups, suck ups.
STRENGTHS: Sorcery. Well, being an Auror you have to be good at it, but few suspect expertise from a potions teacher. Cooking. He’s decent at flying a broom.
WEAKNESSES: His pride gets in the way of things and even if he knows he can’t win, he’d keep on arguing, fighting, or whatever it was he’s doing. Homophobic. Procrastinates. Short attention span.
HABITS/QUIRKS: Losing train of thought in the middle of a sentence, putting off work in order to socialize, ripping whatever he’s holding apart in his hands while he’s talking.
FEARS: Restraint. He’s terrified of ropes and chains when implied as restraining devices.
PERSONALITY: Alright, Tex is a bit of a character. For starters, he’s unpredictable. He can be sweet as sugar one moment and if you say the wrong thing he can be a huge jerk the next – and maybe forever onward. He keeps grudges, you see. Another way that he’d unpredictable is in his actions – he’s been known to throw chalk, randomly burst out into laughter, trip over his own feet, flounce like a dancer across the room, and do his very best to make students feel awkward. He has no problems about being open – if a gaggle of first years laugh because he says they need powdered rat anus or something or rather, he’ll gladly go into a discussion about it and help quail their immature qualities.
As you may already have guessed, Tex is a comedian, a joker. He takes very little seriously, including students and teachers as individuals, and can seem like a bit of an ass because of it. Someone could be crying and he’d crack a joke. This being said, he can change in a flash to adapt to the situation as well. If something has proven to truly be wrong, he can be the kind and considerate person he hides under his mask of jokes, puns and overall goofiness.
Texas is incredibly diverse. Rarely caught in a situation where he simply doesn’t fit in, he can force a certain trait of his personality down in order to bring others up. This being said, he’s always opinionated and loud – often a turn off in serious situations.
Another thing to be said is that he’s always wild. Wild in so, so many ways. Mildly alcoholic, likes to blow off work, always goes against the grain, can’t be kept down, etc. Match this up with protectiveness and creativity? To sum him up, there’s only one word for Tex: handful.
i've fallen down, but never give up
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MOTHER: Lanette Nolan
FATHER: Jos’voc Murdoc
SIBLINGS: only child
OTHER FAMILY: None that he’s met.
HISTORY: Tex was born on April 26th 1982 to two loving bush parents. He took his mother’s name and grew up relatively under privileged – not poor, but he was never granted the other accessories young witches and wizards had. Where they lived there was no one neighboring them and he found himself a lonely child – visits to the closest village were few and far between. Nature was his only companion and he acquired a strong kinship for animals – he would have been interested in care for magical creatures but he found the traditional way to conflict with some of the ways he handled them. Centaurs also lived in the forest and he adapted some of their philosophical views: he could have become an astronomy teacher but again his interests conflicted with the overall idea of it. Still, he knew he wanted to be a teacher at some point from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts.
He was eleven when he came to Hogwarts – the same age as everyone else, and immediately thrived in defense against the dark arts. He was a well rounded student: smart, but not smart enough to whiz through school never studying for a test. What he achieved, he worked hard for. He was blessed with a tight group of friends and a good reputation – never got into much trouble like Harry and his buddies did ( oh ya, he was there while they were in school ) but still had a good time. He’d become extremely social and sapped up all the good attention he could get, almost like he was storing it for the summer vacation where he would return to his lonely abode in the woods. As he got older, he would eventually begin spending more time at his friend’s houses once he learned to fly a broom and disapparate.
He was smart, but not dedicatedly studious enough to be in Ravenclaw. He was ambitious, but wouldn’t shove others out of his way and thus didn’t fit in Slytherin. He was mildly noble, but not serious enough for Gryffindor. This left Hufflepuff, where all the mismatched characters go. He spent all 7 years sleeping in the H common room, spent all 7 years at a school he adored for its mystery, openness and freedom. He left after passing his exams with flying colors ( well, mostly ...) and immediately enrolled to become an Auror. Three years later, he was fresh and official – a Dark Wizard catcher/fighter. The ambition that had not quite taken him to Slytherin allowed him to advance in his career rapidly with a little help from some friends.
In 2008, Tex enrolled at Hogwarts as the Potions teacher on behalf of the Ministry, but also because he wanted to go back and had volunteered for the job. The idea was for him to keep a watch on the crowds, make sure no suspicious activities that might have hinted toward malevolent behavior occurred, and really just to a ‘representative’ of the Ministry – a bit pointless, seeing as none but the Headmaster and a few trusted colleagues know he’s there, but he wasn’t going to complain. The year went well and Tex found that he enjoyed teaching massively and appreciated the fact that he could pass on his knowledge to the next generation. Coming back to school so early after leaving has left him with memories still fresh on his mind and he’s pretty sure that he knows what students do and do not want to do – unless the times have changed so much in nine years.
create what was left behind, it was you
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HAVE YOU READ THE RULES:
SECRET WORD: mallypwnsyou
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: He was late again. Of course, that was a bit customary for his class so it probably wasn’t a huge deal to them, but he did feel a bit bad for causing them to miss out on an important part of their day. Tex scoffed to himself as he simultaneously lifted his mug to his mouth and ended up choking on the contents. Right, potions class, important to students. Most of them probably couldn’t wait until they were old enough to stop coming into the dank dungeons. He himself wore a thick tattered jacket beneath his robe – it broke school standards and it looked marvelously stupid, but it was also comforting and did the trick just as well as a spell could.
He darted into the classroom to find everyone talking loudly amongst themselves. The students who saw him arrive waved or smiled, then went back to their fraternizing. He arranged his books, looked up an interesting potion that fit school regulations and that they could do over three classes. Then he found something better – a variation of Belch Powder. Texas looked up and waved, though this caught very little attention. He tried shouting once or twice, but this had little effect either. Finally, he raised his wand to his throat, murmured ‘sonorus’ and burped. Now, it was already loud to begin with but the massive increase in volume shook dust from the walls. The entire class returned to their seats, seemingly unfazed. “THANK-WHOOPS-“ Tex had forgotten to reduce the volume again, which he did by murmuring the counter spell as quietly as he could. “Thanks. Now, who wants to annoy the stuffing out of their parents or siblings?” No answers – they were too awkward to admit that, ya, sure, they would – but a few badly hidden grins indicated that the class was interested. “Open your books to page 103.”***
Class finished well. Five people had managed to make a proper Belching Powder and the rest of the class had come reasonably close: several were quietly burping up bubbles or foam and it had been found that this was indeed stomach acid. The effects were short lived, thankfully. Rather than confiscating the remainders, Tex vanished the unsuccessful attempts and divvied out the successful potions in equal parts to take home and use as they liked. He had a particularly strong feeling that dinner that night would be disruptive and noisy. Then again, he’d never really gotten in trouble for it before.
please put the final nail in this coffin
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