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Name: John Strangways
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 32
Personality: Grim, apathetic and serious. John isn't a happy person, he was always been considered average. Smart, but not too smart. Fit, but not strong. Not short, but not tall. John keeps to himself and does what he's told and nothing more. He is rarely as helpful as he could be and grumbles often.
Job: Janitor
Past Job(s): Officially a 'Courier' for Universal Exports and a crime scene cleaner.
Advantage: He is largely ignored by people
Disability:He is largely ignored by people
Bio: John has been the pinnacle of average since the day he was born. Born to an average family, attended an average school and got average marks. Not talented, no outstanding potential, just average. Black hair, blue eyes, forgettable face no one saw John. If it were anyone else they would have gone crazy at their mediocrity and done something crazy like become a serial killer. John fantasized about that a couple of times, but truly didn't care enough to do anything like that. John instead went to work as a courier for the company Universal Exports. They hired him because he was exactly what they needed an average person all but invisible to society at large. John was hired and given the job of delivering packages where they needed to go. Some times they needed to go to a Gym locker, others under a park bench and even to a trash can in a zoo on the other side of the planet. And John went there and delivered that package. Sometimes they asked John to deliver a certain device in a certain object with high resonance in a certain room and then go back to his van and listen for days at a time at what that device could hear. Then John would go to a local branch of Universal Exports and hand over what the certain device in a certain object in a certain room recorded and the notes he took about the comings and goings from that place.
Eventually, after five years of delivering packages, Universal Exports let John go. John then got work with the government as a crime scene cleaner. This led John into many messy situations, in particular there was one scene where a body wasn't found for a week, fermenting in the middle of summer in an apartment. Eight years after cleaning up the messes of depraved, monstrous, beings that left John with a sour disposition, John applied for the Space Station (13) as a simple Janitor. It was a job that he was more than qualified for and one that saw him cleaning up simple vomit, not entrails. Most of the time, accidents still happen and someone still has to clean up the mess.
As John was setting out for his new job, he was contacted by Universal Exports once again who offered him payment to his old Universal account for him to deliver some packages around the station. Be it now, or later, the choice was John's, but they happened to mention that the longer the packages were there, the more constant the payment would be.
Reason for joining the station: It's a paycheck
Other: Hates having to wash the windows on the outside
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Aloysius was walking the train compartments he couldn't help but rub his right hand. The bandages and salves made by his father certainly helped, but old habits tended to die hard. Thinking back to the platform where his dad had given him his old notebook where he'd filled out ingredients needed and the method as to how to make the salve, Al became worried.
'What if I can't do any spells right with this bad hand? What if I get thrown out before I even enter the school? Oh dear...' then Al felt a tap on his cheek and his little white kitten, sitting on his shoulder was pawing at him. Al had yet to name the kitten, so he just called the little cat 'Kitty' for now. Feeling positively downtrodden before the train had even left the station, Al's father gave him a small vial. "Al, if you feel particularly bad or glum, have half a mouthful of this. This 'Rosy Tint' got me through some bad days. Oh! Your mother also had these for you" handing over a small pouch of hard-boiled lollies and lollipops. Pilling Aloysius close his father said "You'll be fine, no worries, got it?" with a nod Al headed for the train...
Startled back into reality Al had reached a compartment with just two people. Not wanting to make a gloomy first impression he took out the small vial of his father's 'Rosy Tint' and had just a drop. The effect was instant not only did he feel better, but his vision had gone slightly pink in colour. If Aloysius had access to a mirror he would have seen that his previously blue eyes had gone pink-ish as well. Feeling bolstered Al first knocked poking his head in say "Hello! Do you mind if I sit here for the trip?" stepping in and closing the door behind him, getting his blue jacket stuck in the sliding door "Whoops! Just a sec" with his jacket now fixed he reached for Kitty, but she wasn't on his shoulder, a bit concerned Al checked the hood of his jacket, thankfully finding her there. Now certain that he was making a slight fool of himself Al took out his pouch of lollies asking "Want some?" in a way that sounded like an apology.
'What if I can't do any spells right with this bad hand? What if I get thrown out before I even enter the school? Oh dear...' then Al felt a tap on his cheek and his little white kitten, sitting on his shoulder was pawing at him. Al had yet to name the kitten, so he just called the little cat 'Kitty' for now. Feeling positively downtrodden before the train had even left the station, Al's father gave him a small vial. "Al, if you feel particularly bad or glum, have half a mouthful of this. This 'Rosy Tint' got me through some bad days. Oh! Your mother also had these for you" handing over a small pouch of hard-boiled lollies and lollipops. Pilling Aloysius close his father said "You'll be fine, no worries, got it?" with a nod Al headed for the train...
Startled back into reality Al had reached a compartment with just two people. Not wanting to make a gloomy first impression he took out the small vial of his father's 'Rosy Tint' and had just a drop. The effect was instant not only did he feel better, but his vision had gone slightly pink in colour. If Aloysius had access to a mirror he would have seen that his previously blue eyes had gone pink-ish as well. Feeling bolstered Al first knocked poking his head in say "Hello! Do you mind if I sit here for the trip?" stepping in and closing the door behind him, getting his blue jacket stuck in the sliding door "Whoops! Just a sec" with his jacket now fixed he reached for Kitty, but she wasn't on his shoulder, a bit concerned Al checked the hood of his jacket, thankfully finding her there. Now certain that he was making a slight fool of himself Al took out his pouch of lollies asking "Want some?" in a way that sounded like an apology.
Woop! A potions buddy!
Sounds interesting. Are there many limitations on race?
No prob, if it's too much trouble I can do whatever you need me to that makes it easier. (It doesn't really bother me anyway :P)
Raineh Daze said
I don't see how.
It doesn't make any sense really, I just have an easier time writing a character of the same nationality. Logic does not apply to this thought train!
As an Australian, I might go with that. It would simply be easier to write.
So do you have someone in mind? Or are we looking for one more person?
I'd like to give this a try if possible
•Name: Aloysius (pronounced Al-e-wish-us) Fisher
•Age: 11
•Gender: Male
•House: Ravenclaw
•Magical Heritage: Half-blood
•Appearance: (I'm having trouble finding a good image so until then just imagine a curly brown haired blue eyed skinny kid)
•Backstory: Aloysius (Al to his friends) was born into a confectionery family. His wizard father was a potions major at his time at Hogwarts and quickly started teaching young Al about the subject from as soon as he was able to understand speech. What's herbs to make a sleep draught, how potion effects change when inhaled in a gaseous state and how to make salves and balms that ease pain. Al's mother on the other hand taught him about candies, chocolates and cakes.
These two disciplines clashed when young eight year old Al was first taught about the making of hard-boiled sweets. Young Al wanted to make some lollipops that would change colour with each lick and after doing some quick research in some of his Dad's old textbooks, figured he could make them pretty quickly. After 'borrowing' some of his father's potions apparatus Al set about his cooking attempt. It went so well for about ten seconds, then the magic infused melted sugar started to melt the beaker it was in while he was holding it.
Al threw the melting sugar and glass away where it shattered against the wall scattering the molten pieces around the room and burning his right hand and arm in a vaguely tiger striped pattern. Screaming in pain, Al ran down to his father who after treating his burns slapped Al and told him off for being an idiot. Then his father promptly showed Al how it should have been done and then shoved a lollipop in Al's mouth, promising to teach him better in the future.
Years later Al's old burns still hurt and they had slightly damaged his nerves, making the grip of his right hand slightly weak when he received his letter for Hogwarts. This concerned his mother, but his father had some bandages and ointments made to dilute the pain and sent a letter ahead informing the faculty about his condition.
•Personality: Al is perceptive and shrewd and doesn't make friends easily, but when he does they are a friend for life. He tolerates no lies or falsities and doesn't suffer fools gladly if he feels he has been wronged he will get even in his own time be that months or even years. He is serious in his own way, his priorities are simply different from most other peoples.
•Personal Items:
Wand:12" Cedar, with unicorn hair core
Pet: A small white Bombay kitten.
A battered little notebook which he writes potions formula and methods. Inherited from his father.
A small pouch of candies from his mother's shop
•Special gifts and abilities: Has an aptitude for potions, although he is very cautious around them ever since his accident with the sugar burns.
•Name: Aloysius (pronounced Al-e-wish-us) Fisher
•Age: 11
•Gender: Male
•House: Ravenclaw
•Magical Heritage: Half-blood
•Appearance: (I'm having trouble finding a good image so until then just imagine a curly brown haired blue eyed skinny kid)
•Backstory: Aloysius (Al to his friends) was born into a confectionery family. His wizard father was a potions major at his time at Hogwarts and quickly started teaching young Al about the subject from as soon as he was able to understand speech. What's herbs to make a sleep draught, how potion effects change when inhaled in a gaseous state and how to make salves and balms that ease pain. Al's mother on the other hand taught him about candies, chocolates and cakes.
These two disciplines clashed when young eight year old Al was first taught about the making of hard-boiled sweets. Young Al wanted to make some lollipops that would change colour with each lick and after doing some quick research in some of his Dad's old textbooks, figured he could make them pretty quickly. After 'borrowing' some of his father's potions apparatus Al set about his cooking attempt. It went so well for about ten seconds, then the magic infused melted sugar started to melt the beaker it was in while he was holding it.
Al threw the melting sugar and glass away where it shattered against the wall scattering the molten pieces around the room and burning his right hand and arm in a vaguely tiger striped pattern. Screaming in pain, Al ran down to his father who after treating his burns slapped Al and told him off for being an idiot. Then his father promptly showed Al how it should have been done and then shoved a lollipop in Al's mouth, promising to teach him better in the future.
Years later Al's old burns still hurt and they had slightly damaged his nerves, making the grip of his right hand slightly weak when he received his letter for Hogwarts. This concerned his mother, but his father had some bandages and ointments made to dilute the pain and sent a letter ahead informing the faculty about his condition.
•Personality: Al is perceptive and shrewd and doesn't make friends easily, but when he does they are a friend for life. He tolerates no lies or falsities and doesn't suffer fools gladly if he feels he has been wronged he will get even in his own time be that months or even years. He is serious in his own way, his priorities are simply different from most other peoples.
•Personal Items:
Wand:12" Cedar, with unicorn hair core
Pet: A small white Bombay kitten.
A battered little notebook which he writes potions formula and methods. Inherited from his father.
A small pouch of candies from his mother's shop
•Special gifts and abilities: Has an aptitude for potions, although he is very cautious around them ever since his accident with the sugar burns.
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