Buddha isn't the only one who has hoes. I have lots and lots of hoes too. Why? Because I really like to garden.
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10 yrs ago
@Buddha Laughing My Ass Off XD I just read the same thing and cringed so hard. @PersonWho'sNameWillNotBeMentioned please... Rethink that post a little bit, and try a bit of mental therapy.
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10 yrs ago
@Wolf Paws I can relate. When I was hardcore working on a Pokemon RP I didn't sleep for 2-3 nights in a row. I figured it was time to sleep when I started hearing voices...
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10 yrs ago
Just Realized, My One Year Guildversery was 15 days ago :)
"I hope we all become friends," Cal said smiling, before returning to his Yorkshire Puddings. He knew there was gonna be food. He knew there was gonna be lots of it. But this many Yorkshire pudding, it was beyond comparison. Nathan then spoke,
"It's nice to meet all of you. I'm glad we'll have the whole first week off from classes to get to know each other. I'm Nathan by the way." He held his hand out to Karen who had been the most recent - besides Nathan himself - to introduce herself.
"I know it's a bit early," Nathan continued, "But we're any of you thinking of trying out for the Quidditch team?"
►N I C K N A M E◄ 'Cal' He prefers to be called by this.
►A G E◄ 16
►G E N D E R◄ Male
►S E X U A L I T Y◄ Straight
►R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S◄ Boyfriend to Demetria Graves
►H O U S E◄ Ravenclaw
►Y E A R◄ 6th
►W A N D◄ 11 Inches, Threstral Hair, Dark Oak Wood. The wand is smooth and polished. The handle has a gold ring around the top of it, to separate it from the rest of the wand.
►P A T R O N U S◄ Dolphin
►B O G G A R T◄ Acromantulas (the only creature he hates)
►B L O O D S T A T U S◄ Pure-Blood
►P E T◄
Ghost is an Arctic Fox that Cal has had since he was three. She was named Ghost because in the winter, she blends in completely in the snow.
►A P P E A R A N C E◄ Cal has light skin, which contrasts greatly with his jet black hair that seems perfectly placed, and even atop his head. Cal's hair is usually greased up with his bangs out of the way. Cal has soft, somber ice blue eyes that can only be described as forgiving. Cal stands at 5'8, tall and slender, but in a fit way. Cal has muscles that detail his arms, but are usually underneath the black jacket he always seems to wear when not in robes. While his parents try to force him into formal attire at home, he is more relaxed in the clothing side of things. When not wearing robes Cal is almost always seen in jeans, a T-Shirt, and a black hoodie, a popular muggle style that he picked up. Cal has his wand in his pant's pocket, always ready to use. As a Pure-Blood most people think he should set higher standards for himself, but for him clothing wise, he has no standards. Cal has the dark mark on his left wrist.
►L I K E S◄ - Magical Creatures: He finds them fascinating and interesting. He hopes to meet a dragon one day.
- Defence Againts The Dark Arts: Who doesn't?
- Reading: Especially Spells. Cal finds it interesting, and easier to learn things (excluding spells) in books.
- Jokes: He finds a lot of things funny, and it is easy to make him laugh when the right cards are played.
- Quidditch: When he first saw the sport (age five) he fell in love with it.
►D I S L I K E S◄ - Prejudice/Discrimination: Whether it be between races, houses, or blood statuses, Cal strays away from it, and people who are prone to it.
- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans: He's had a few bad experiences with vomit and soap flavored ones.
- Lonliness: Even as an extensive reader of books, Cal finds it hard to be lonely, and hates it when he sees others alone.
- Chocolate Frogs: Collects Cards, but doesn't like the idea of a frog that is moving in your mouth.
- The Dark Mark: He was forced to bear it at a young age, so young he doesn't remember.
►P E R S O N A L I T Y◄ Cal is most of the time calm and collected, focusing on studies, reading, playing Quidditch, all the things he loves to do. Though he has a short temper. As he wears muggle clothes most of the time, and hangs out around them, he is considered unworthy of the title of Pure-Blood by other Pure-Blood students, and bullied. He is also looked down upon by his family, for breaking the chain of their Slytherin heritage. All of this leads to his short fuse. Cal is smart, and witty, and his strive to learn empowers him, and at times can make him competitive and arrogant, but he is working on this, and trying to keep the arrogance to a minimum. Cal is also rather skilled at Quidditch, and is praised for it. As Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, he is extremely competitive, and his competitiveness can make him, at some times, blind to his, and others limits, making him come off to some as demanding. At first glance Cal is not the most exciting, or nice person, but once you get to know him, you find out he is loyal, caring, funny, and somewhat sarcastic (in a good way) He loves to make jokes, as well as laughing, and loves it when he is able to make others laugh. Once you truly befriend him, he turns out to be the complete opposite of the person you think he is.
►F A M I L Y N A M E◄ Ilmore. Comes from a long history of Slytherins, he was the first to break the chain of Slytherins in his family.
►P L A C E O F O R I G I N◄ The magical part of London, England
►H I S T O R Y◄ Cal was born into a prestigious, rich, and arrogant Pure-Blood family, who seemed to only care about his appearance, and how he acted. Even at a young age, the best was expected of him in preparation to go out into the real world, that, how his grandmothers explained it, 'is filled with Mudbloods and Blood Traitors alike. All of them are bad.' Cal went by this, until he met and got to know one of them. Behind his family's back, he befriended them, no matter who they were. Even if he befriended them, his days were filled with expectations, lessons, chores, and he had no time for the little friends he made. His life was a mess, and with all of the prejudice and rules on how to live being drilled into his brain, he was becoming more like his parents everyday. His family was locked in bars of hatred, and he wanted to be free. Once they decided Cal was old enough to finish with his lessons, he tried to wipe every single bad detail from his brain, until he was rebooted, and a new person. For as long as Cal had remembered, he wore the dark mark, and in his later years, wore it with shame, and hatred of it. Several times he tried to erase it, wipe it off, get rid of it... But it was a part of him, it was the remaining darkness that lingered in his clean soul.
At age eleven, his letter to Hogwarts came. His parents were thrilled of course, that they would be adding another Slytherin to the family. For once, all the positive attention was on him. It was about what he wanted to buy, what pet he wanted, what he wanted to do. It was the first time in his life he ever felt truly loved by his parents. But just as soon as it came, it was gone. The Slytherin never came, and his parents were ashamed of him, disgusted of him, Cal thought he was going to be disowned by them. All the attention left him, and went to his older brother, who is currently a seventh year at Hogwarts. Cal went back to his miserable life, ignored by the Slytherins, his family, and friends with people who were looked down upon by the people he sought to leave. He was beaten, bullied, cursed, anything was done to him that could harm him. He was finally left alone when he decided to fight back on that one fateful day. He was being tortured, disarmed, laughed at, levitated. He then picked up his wand, and set a cutting spell at one of his oppressors. The Fourth year was sent to the hospital wing with a gash on his collarbone. A few inches higher, and it would have cut his throat. Cal was then exiled by everyone, in fear that they would be hurt. The only thing that kept him going was Quidditch. Cal was back to the beginning. Then fifth year came along.
Fifth year rolled along, and Cal expected the same as the last, but he was surprised when he found it wasn't. In his Hogwarts letter, there was a separate, smaller envelope, which contained a Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain Badge, and a note to go along with it. Cal was exhilarated, and so were his parents. That summer Cal wrote to the few friends that he had to tell them the news. Cal's life was starting to look up. He had finally been happy in his 4 years in Hogwarts. Cal was even more excited when the day before school came along, and when he awoke, he found the newest model of the Firebolt propped up against his door.
That year Cal's popularity increased with him being the Quidditch Captain, and he started to make more friends. Though still made fun of by the other Pure-Bloods (mostly Slytherin) he wasn't bullied anymore. He was respected by his team, his friends, and his Housemates, and he felt genuinely happy about his year. He led his team to win 2nd place that year, losing to Slytherin, but he considered it a good year anyways, in fact, one of his best. He now returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year, hoping to take first place this year along with his team.
@HushedWhispers I give iSuspect my condolences. I hope she feels better soon. Also thanks to you for taking over the RP.
Anyways...
Xenogenesis - TFR
►N A M E◄ Callum Ilmore
►N I C K N A M E◄ 'Cal' He prefers to be called by this.
►A G E◄ 16
►G E N D E R◄ Male
►S E X U A L I T Y◄ Straight
►R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S◄ Single (for now)
►H O U S E◄ Ravenclaw
►Y E A R◄ 6th
►W A N D◄ 11 Inches, Threstral Hair, Dark Oak Wood. The wand is smooth and polished. The handle has a gold ring around the top of it, to separate it from the rest of the wand.
►P A T R O N U S◄ Dolphin
►B O G G A R T◄ Acromantulas (the only creature he hates)
►B L O O D S T A T U S◄ Pure-Blood
►P E T◄
Ghost is an Arctic Fox that Cal has had since he was three. She was named Ghost because in the winter, she blends in completely in the snow.
►A P P E A R A N C E◄ Cal has light skin, which contrasts greatly with his jet black hair that seems perfectly placed, and even atop his head. Cal's hair is usually greased up with his bangs out of the way. Cal has soft, somber ice blue eyes that can only be described as forgiving. Cal stands at 5'8, tall and slender, but in a fit way. Cal has muscles that detail his arms, but are usually underneath the black jacket he always seems to wear when not in robes. While his parents try to force him into formal attire at home, he is more relaxed in the clothing side of things. When not wearing robes Cal is almost always seen in jeans, a T-Shirt, and a black hoodie, a popular muggle style that he picked up. Cal has his wand in his pant's pocket, always ready to use. As a Pure-Blood most people think he should set higher standards for himself, but for him clothing wise, he has no standards. Cal has the dark mark on his left wrist.
►L I K E S◄ - Magical Creatures: He finds them fascinating and interesting. He hopes to meet a dragon one day.
- Defence Againts The Dark Arts: Who doesn't?
- Reading: Especially Spells. Cal finds it interesting, and easier to learn things (excluding spells) in books.
- Jokes: He finds a lot of things funny, and it is easy to make him laugh when the right cards are played.
- Quidditch: When he first saw the sport (age five) he fell in love with it.
►D I S L I K E S◄ - Prejudice/Discrimination: Whether it be between races, houses, or blood statuses, Cal strays away from it, and people who are prone to it.
- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans: He's had a few bad experiences with vomit and soap flavored ones.
- Lonliness: Even as an extensive reader of books, Cal finds it hard to be lonely, and hates it when he sees others alone.
- Chocolate Frogs: Collects Cards, but doesn't like the idea of a frog that is moving in your mouth.
- The Dark Mark: He was forced to bear it at a young age, so young he doesn't remember.
►P E R S O N A L I T Y◄ Cal is most of the time calm and collected, focusing on studies, reading, playing Quidditch, all the things he loves to do. Though he has a short temper. As he wears muggle clothes most of the time, and hangs out around them, he is considered unworthy of the title of Pure-Blood by other Pure-Blood students, and bullied. He is also looked down upon by his family, for breaking the chain of their Slytherin heritage. All of this leads to his short fuse. Cal is smart, and witty, and his strive to learn empowers him, and at times can make him competitive and arrogant, but he is working on this, and trying to keep the arrogance to a minimum. Cal is also rather skilled at Quidditch, and is praised for it. As Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, he is extremely competitive, and his competitiveness can make him, at some times, blind to his, and others limits, making him come off to some as demanding. At first glance Cal is not the most exciting, or nice person, but once you get to know him, you find out he is loyal, caring, funny, and somewhat sarcastic (in a good way) He loves to make jokes, as well as laughing, and loves it when he is able to make others laugh. Once you truly befriend him, he turns out to be the complete opposite of the person you think he is.
►F A M I L Y N A M E◄ Ilmore. Comes from a long history of Slytherins, he was the first to break the chain of Slytherins in his family.
►P L A C E O F O R I G I N◄ The magical part of London, England
►H I S T O R Y◄ Cal was born into a prestigious, rich, and arrogant Pure-Blood family, who seemed to only care about his appearance, and how he acted. Even at a young age, the best was expected of him in preparation to go out into the real world, that, how his grandmothers explained it, 'is filled with Mudbloods and Blood Traitors alike. All of them are bad.' Cal went by this, until he met and got to know one of them. Behind his family's back, he befriended them, no matter who they were. Even if he befriended them, his days were filled with expectations, lessons, chores, and he had no time for the little friends he made. His life was a mess, and with all of the prejudice and rules on how to live being drilled into his brain, he was becoming more like his parents everyday. His family was locked in bars of hatred, and he wanted to be free. Once they decided Cal was old enough to finish with his lessons, he tried to wipe every single bad detail from his brain, until he was rebooted, and a new person. For as long as Cal had remembered, he wore the dark mark, and in his later years, wore it with shame, and hatred of it. Several times he tried to erase it, wipe it off, get rid of it... But it was a part of him, it was the remaining darkness that lingered in his clean soul.
At age eleven, his letter to Hogwarts came. His parents were thrilled of course, that they would be adding another Slytherin to the family. For once, all the positive attention was on him. It was about what he wanted to buy, what pet he wanted, what he wanted to do. It was the first time in his life he ever felt truly loved by his parents. But just as soon as it came, it was gone. The Slytherin never came, and his parents were ashamed of him, disgusted of him, Cal thought he was going to be disowned by them. All the attention left him, and went to his older brother, who is currently a seventh year at Hogwarts. Cal went back to his miserable life, ignored by the Slytherins, his family, and friends with people who were looked down upon by the people he sought to leave. He was beaten, bullied, cursed, anything was done to him that could harm him. He was finally left alone when he decided to fight back on that one fateful day. He was being tortured, disarmed, laughed at, levitated. He then picked up his wand, and set a cutting spell at one of his oppressors. The Fourth year was sent to the hospital wing with a gash on his collarbone. A few inches higher, and it would have cut his throat. Cal was then exiled by everyone, in fear that they would be hurt. The only thing that kept him going was Quidditch. Cal was back to the beginning. Then fifth year came along.
Fifth year rolled along, and Cal expected the same as the last, but he was surprised when he found it wasn't. In his Hogwarts letter, there was a separate, smaller envelope, which contained a Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain Badge, and a note to go along with it. Cal was exhilarated, and so were his parents. That summer Cal wrote to the few friends that he had to tell them the news. Cal's life was starting to look up. He had finally been happy in his 4 years in Hogwarts. Cal was even more excited when the day before school came along, and when he awoke, he found the newest model of the Firebolt propped up against his door.
That year Cal's popularity increased with him being the Quidditch Captain, and he started to make more friends. Though still made fun of by the other Pure-Bloods (mostly Slytherin) he wasn't bullied anymore. He was respected by his team, his friends, and his Housemates, and he felt genuinely happy about his year. He led his team to win 2nd place that year, losing to Slytherin, but he considered it a good year anyways, in fact, one of his best. He now returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year, hoping to take first place this year along with his team.
I know, that's what I did, I just didn't put the inactive people on the list, and I didn't put lavender on the list, because I needed her to add on to her personality, then when she did, I forgot to put her on the list.
Even amidst the loud talking, and some students yelling, everyone could hear the loud double doors of the Great Hall open wide. McGonagal stood in he doorway. She put her hand up to signal the students to be quiet.
"Form into two lines! When I walk into the Great Hall, you will follow me, and stop before the stool." She then waited for the students to settle into their lines before walking into the Great Hall. All the older students' gazes were on the first years, as well as the teachers'. McGonagal walked behind a wooden stool, the students stopped in front of it. There was a hat placed upon the stool, and in a split second, it became animated, moving, talking, and what the first years didn't expect, was what it did next. It cleared it's throat, the began to... Sing!
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The Great Hall erupted with laughter and cheer, students clapping and yelling. The sorting hat attempted to bow by curving down the tip of itself, which was met by even more laughter. Eventually the students quieted down and the Head,I stress was able to start the sorting. On the stool there was a roll of parchment. McGonagal picked it up and unraveled it. She began to call names.
"Charlyn Avalon!" The sorting hat was placed on her head. It began to talk, but only she could hear it.
Ahh, Miss Avalon, I remember when I sorted your father, yes, yes. Hmm... Not a bad mind, not at all. Well, Slytherin is out for sure. I'll say...
"Ravenclaw!" The students clapped, and the Ravenclaw table cheered. She was welcomed to the table graciously.
"Isaak Boyars!"
Before Isaak walked up, the sorting hat considered his last name. As the sorting hat was about to be placed on his head, it called out,
"Slytherin!" The Slytherin table erupted and the rest of the cheering and clapping was drowned out by them.
"Brynn Green!" Once again the sorting hat talked to her, it was like it was in their heads.
Hmm... Interesting, I've never heard of you before. Friendly, loyal. I know just were to put you...
"Hufflepuff!" The Hufflepuff table clapped and cheered, and also audible was a chorus of laughs from the Slytherin table.
"Callum Illmore!" Cal walked up, nervous. The sorting hat was placed on his head, and he could hear it starting to call out,
"Sly-"
It stopped. Everyone looked at the hat in awe. It was the first time in years it had stopped in the middle of choosing someone.
No...? Not Slyhterin? Not the house that your family has been in for centuries? Well, that makes my life a whole lot harder. Hm... I know what to do with you then, but I'm telling you now, Slytherin would have been better...
"Ravenclaw!" The Ravenclaws cheered louder, drowning out the Slytherins booing. As Cal walked to the Ravenclaw table, he could see his brother giving him a dirty look from the Slytherin table.
"Lavender James!" The sorting hat took. Moment to consider her.
Hm... Yes, yes, that'll do. I know exactly where I'm going to place you Miss James...
"Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor table yelled and clapped, welcoming Lavender.
"Bishop King!" The Sorting had was placed on his head, and it took a while.
Hm... No that wouldn't be it. Caring, worried. Not that house either. I know... No. Not that either. You are a tough one, I'll give you that. Hm... Well you might be, I guess we'll have to see then...
"Hufflepuff!" Hufflepuff clapped and cheered, and once again Slytherin laughed and booed.
"Jaylon Loxias!" The hat was placed on his head rather sloppily, it was clear that McGonagal was getting tired of doing this every year.
Ahh... I remember when I sorted your parents, your aunt and uncle too. Ahh... The memories. Anyways, I know just what to do with you...
Gryffindor!" Out of all the houses Gryffindor was the loudest, yelling and screaming, it was clear Jaylin was welcomed into their house when he sat at the table.
"Karen McGrave!" The sorting hat was placed upon her head this time carefully by McGonagal, who was on and off, and looked like she would fall asleep at any moment.
Hm... Your quite the lonely one aren't you. Your not that kind of person though, no... Definitely not. I know, I know...
"Ravenclaw!" The table cheered and clapped and smiled, welcoming her to the table.
"Terrance Neston!" This time it looked as if McGonagal tossed it onto his head, as it was slanted, and oddly shaped.
Ah, I remember your parents, yes... Your quite the trouble maker, aren't you... I know what to do with you, you'll do truly great here...
"Slytherin!" The great hall was filled with cheers as Terrance walked over to the Slytherin table.
There were still tons more people to be sorted, and it ended when Amanda Zephasali was sorted into Gryffindor, and Nathan Zachary got sorted into Ravenclaw.
McGonagal, the put her hand up to silence the talking. She went on about how the Forbidden Forest was, well... Forbidden, and what you could do and couldn't do.
"Do to recent events, all classes will be pushed back to next week, instead of this week. Now... Let the feast, BEGIN!"
The food appeared on the plates in front of them, and cal didn't know what to do. He immediately went for the turkey, and Yorkshire puddings. He then turned to his new housemates, Karen, Charlyn, and Nathan.
