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Harry Potter- Ignition Year one

Name: Peter Dobson Gender: Male Age: 11 House: Hufflepuff

Appearance

Wand: 12 1/2 inch, Dogwood, Phoenix feather Pet: While not strictly having a pet of his own, Peter makes use of the family owl Hutch regularly in order to post letters to his family at home and receive his month comic subscription. He also has a bulldog named Lincoln also he remains at the family home. Strengths: Peter is fairly talented at transfiguration, with him progressing through the art swiftly. The term animagus perked his interest after reading it in one of his brother's old schoolbooks. Peter also has a knack for Charms, with him keen to learn more on food-related charms due to his mother. His father also taught him how to cook and bake. Peter can also give a good fifteen minute talk on the history of the Marvel universe if that counts for anything! Weaknesses: Subject wise, Peter isn't a fan of Herbology, or flying for that matter. While he's a huge fan of Quidditch, he just isn't very good at it! He is also very nervous when it comes to meeting new people, so struggles making friends. Personality: As stated above, Peter Dobson struggles to make friends, coming across as a nervous and awkward eleven year old boy, with him preferring to keep his nose buried within the pages of his comics rather than interacting with those around him. However he is very enthusiastic about topics that perk his interest, as well as extremely hardworking when it comes to lessons. He is basically the stereotypical Hufflepuff underneath it all; loyal, hardworking and just. History: Due to his brother's excellence at school and his parent's work, Peter was unintentionally neglected as a child. His family owned and lived in The Hopping Pot pub in Carkitt Market next to Diagon Alley, so when he found that he spent a lot of time wondering the streets and a regular of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He enjoyed cooking in the pub's huge kitchens after being taught how by his mother and by the age of 8 Peter would regularly serve dinner to his family. When his mother decided that she wanted him and his brother Dylan to learn more about her muggle routes, the two spent the majority of their summer staying with their Uncle David in Bristol, where their days were filled with movie marathons and other typical muggle activities. Well typical for Uncle David, who spent most of his free time led across his coach. It was during his stay in Bristol that Peter got into comics after finding David's collection and despite the lack of moving images, he loved them. While back in London and Carkitt Market, comics were Peter's only tie to the muggle world. It was no surprise that Peter received his Hogwarts letter in the post just after he turned 11, as during this time, he had been experiencing bursts of magic, such as accidentally setting one of the umbrella's at the Ice Cream Parlour on fire! Peter soon set off to Hogwarts, along with his cooking recipes and comics. NPCs: While these characters won't actually appear in person, they shall be mentioned by Peter via his thoughts, speech or even his letters to or from them. Harold Dobson - Father - Hufflepuff - Owner and Barman of The Hopping Pot pub Iris Dobson - Mother - Hufflepuff - Co-owner and Barmaid of The Hopping Pot pub Dylan Dobson - Brother - Ravenclaw - Works for the Goblin Liaison Office at the Ministry of Magic David Broach - Uncle - Muggle - Unemployed

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Oh good! Was worried it was just my internet or something! Apparently Mahz is sorting out the server this weekend which may be promising!

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Quick unrelated question. Does anyone else's page fail to load when you try to access The Casual Roleplay page? As I've been having to access this via my profile!

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

"Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."

That was the second worse thing Captain Boomerang had heard in the while. The first being that Catman was stuck in this place with him. That guy could sure use a good hit on the noggin' with a boomerang, that was for sure. Speaking of hitting people with boomerangs, Digger eyed down the guards around him. One unfortunate sod just had the pleasure of having his necked snapped at a 100 mph. He wasn't getting up anytime soon. Digger continued to stand and watch as the crazy-cat guy ran forward also, slicing his way through numerous coppers. Groaning, he decided to follow, slowly removing several projectiles from his satchel. Strolling forward, he launched one forward with a quick flick of his arm. The boomerang glimmered as it flew through the air, it's razor sharp blades spinning as it curved around Catman ahead of his him and in the general direction a group of incoming security guards. A scream of pain told him that he'd hit his mark and with a small cheer, Digger punched the air in joy, before throwing several more around the room.

"Did that Waller bird actually specify where this plane actually is?" Captain Boomerang questioned as he watched the carnage before him. "As I don't mean t' be a stick in the mud but i thought that would be important information." Before he could go on with his complaining, the villain threw himself to the floor against a wall, narrowly avoiding fire from ahead. This was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Sure Boomer was slightly honored at having been picked by Waller, but he would have preferred a facebook message or something first. The thought of the explosives made him slightly unnerved although he figured now probably wasn't the best time to raise these issues. Deciding it was either move or die, he sprang forward, his hands darting through his satchel once more, before finally settling on a certain boomerang partially covered in orange plastic unlike the others. Waving the explosive-boomerang in the air, he shouted again to his new "teammates".

"I'm guessing we need a door out of here anyway, so where should I open the bloody thing?"

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Shall get a post up later tonight!

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Oh finally! Been trying nonstop to get on for the past few days as I've been home with nothing to do! :P

The Patriarch said
he's not a joke anymore, he's bad ass

Oh good! He was the reason I loved The Secret Six so much (him and Ragdoll of course!)!

Should I wait until DeathstrokeSW gets a post up to move us along?