Post by Rollo Armstrong on Dec 16, 2007 22:06:14 GMT
Name: Rollo Armstrong
Age: 15
Year: 5th
Height: 5”4
Weight: 81/2 stone
Nationality: Welsh/English
Birthday: 31st July
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood: Half-blood
Appearance:
Rollo is short for his age and gender and quite slender. He has floppy brown hair with a fringe that covers his left eye. He has dark brown eyes that when he wishes to do so can make people melt. Surprisingly as he can only see out of one eye most of the time due to his hair, Rollo has exceedingly good eyesight. The main problem that Rollo has with his appearance is that when an old injury flares up he walks with a slight limp.
Personality:
Rollo isn’t the brightest of people; to be truthful he is quite dumb and gullible. But he is brave and gentle at heart. He dreams of becoming a famous musician one-day and this dream makes him a very ambitious and dedicated person. He adores music and wants to be in a band as he plays the bass guitar. Rollo loathes Quidditch due to a childhood event and has a fear of flying. He is the first to empathise with people and openly expresses his loathing of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
History:
Rollo’s parents met at St Mungo’s when his mother, Joanne, worked as a Healer and his father, David, was a patient. His mother is English, his father is Welsh. And so, when Joanne became pregnant with Rollo’s older brother she and David moved to Wales. A year after Jack, Rollo’s older brother, was born; Joanne became pregnant again, this time with Rollo. Joanne was forced to give up her job as a Healer as she couldn’t manage both a career and a rapidly growing family.
Rollo is a half-blood despite the fact that his parents are both Magical as his Mother is of Muggle parents. During the summer holidays Rollo often goes alone to visit his Grandparents, who live in a seaside town that is full of charm and character, to get away from the Magic world.
By the time he was 5, Rollo had three younger sisters, Alice, Rose, and Cassandra. And it was Alice, the older of his younger sister’s who was closest to Rollo – they liked exploring and going on adventures together. On the 7th May, when Rollo was six, he and Alice, who had seen their Father and Jack flying, decided that it was about time that they had a go. Unfortunately nobody saw them collecting Jack and David’s brooms from the shed. They were easily able to get off the ground, Rollo on Jack’s broom and Alice on their Dad’s, but once in the air neither of them had much control over the brooms. They were soaring, very high up, when the accident happened, their brooms raced towards each other; they were going to have a head on collision. The next thing that Rollo could remember was waking in a St Mungo’s bed with his Mother and Father sobbing uncontrollably at his side. “Please don’t cry Mummy, I’m fine.” He’d managed to croak. What thy young Rollo didn’t know at the time was that, although he’d escaped with just a badly broken, mild concussion and a few splinters, Alice had come off much worse – Alice was dead. Needless to say this event has scarred Rollo’s mental well-being, and he suffers from panic attacks if faced with the prospect of flying. He doesn’t like to explain why he is terrified of flying but hates having to lie to friends about this. He also detests having to lie to the people he shares his dorm with about why he sometimes, although as he gets older the nightmare is occurring less often, wakes up screaming. Rollo finds himself desperately trying to change the subject when either the nightmares or his limp are brought into a conversation.
Best Subject: Herbology
Worst Subject: Potions
Other Information: Rollo has a black owl as a pet whose name is Fender.
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Roleplay Sample:
Rollo rolled over in his sleep onto his front, then onto his back again, and then his legs began to move, as though he was running although he was lying down. His arms stretched themselves out in front of him before he awoke with a deafening scream. His dark brown eyes shot open and his chest heaved with his panting and the thudding of his fast paced heartbeat. Rollo threw off his bed sheets that were damp with his own sweat and sat up in his bed in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory. He pulled back the crimson hangings that were around his four poster bed and was incredibly relieved to find that no one else was in the dormitory. Rollo rubbed his face with his hands and moved his now wet floppy brown hair out of his eyes. The nightmare that he had just had was one that he used to suffer frequently, but as he had grown up Rollo’s subconscious had had to endure that particular nightmare less and less. It was the first time in that school year that the nightmare had made an appearance in Rollo’s sleeping state. The nightmare was about an event which had happened to Rollo when he was quite small, something which had tarnished him for life, something that he detested talking about and something which had made him give up Quidditch and vow never to fly on a broom again in his lifetime. Rollo sat thinking, still panting slightly; he knew he was lucky that no one had been in the dorm as he had had to shrug off annoying questions from concerned dorm mates before, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Rollo swung his legs round and perched on the edge of his bed. He got to his feet and dressed quickly. His plan was to find a broom and go fly on it, as he had an inkling that that might cure his fear, thus stopping him from having the nightmare again and in front of people. Rollo scrambled under the bed next to his, searching for his friends broom. Just then, someone entered the dorm.
Age: 15
Year: 5th
Height: 5”4
Weight: 81/2 stone
Nationality: Welsh/English
Birthday: 31st July
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood: Half-blood
Appearance:
Rollo is short for his age and gender and quite slender. He has floppy brown hair with a fringe that covers his left eye. He has dark brown eyes that when he wishes to do so can make people melt. Surprisingly as he can only see out of one eye most of the time due to his hair, Rollo has exceedingly good eyesight. The main problem that Rollo has with his appearance is that when an old injury flares up he walks with a slight limp.
Personality:
Rollo isn’t the brightest of people; to be truthful he is quite dumb and gullible. But he is brave and gentle at heart. He dreams of becoming a famous musician one-day and this dream makes him a very ambitious and dedicated person. He adores music and wants to be in a band as he plays the bass guitar. Rollo loathes Quidditch due to a childhood event and has a fear of flying. He is the first to empathise with people and openly expresses his loathing of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
History:
Rollo’s parents met at St Mungo’s when his mother, Joanne, worked as a Healer and his father, David, was a patient. His mother is English, his father is Welsh. And so, when Joanne became pregnant with Rollo’s older brother she and David moved to Wales. A year after Jack, Rollo’s older brother, was born; Joanne became pregnant again, this time with Rollo. Joanne was forced to give up her job as a Healer as she couldn’t manage both a career and a rapidly growing family.
Rollo is a half-blood despite the fact that his parents are both Magical as his Mother is of Muggle parents. During the summer holidays Rollo often goes alone to visit his Grandparents, who live in a seaside town that is full of charm and character, to get away from the Magic world.
By the time he was 5, Rollo had three younger sisters, Alice, Rose, and Cassandra. And it was Alice, the older of his younger sister’s who was closest to Rollo – they liked exploring and going on adventures together. On the 7th May, when Rollo was six, he and Alice, who had seen their Father and Jack flying, decided that it was about time that they had a go. Unfortunately nobody saw them collecting Jack and David’s brooms from the shed. They were easily able to get off the ground, Rollo on Jack’s broom and Alice on their Dad’s, but once in the air neither of them had much control over the brooms. They were soaring, very high up, when the accident happened, their brooms raced towards each other; they were going to have a head on collision. The next thing that Rollo could remember was waking in a St Mungo’s bed with his Mother and Father sobbing uncontrollably at his side. “Please don’t cry Mummy, I’m fine.” He’d managed to croak. What thy young Rollo didn’t know at the time was that, although he’d escaped with just a badly broken, mild concussion and a few splinters, Alice had come off much worse – Alice was dead. Needless to say this event has scarred Rollo’s mental well-being, and he suffers from panic attacks if faced with the prospect of flying. He doesn’t like to explain why he is terrified of flying but hates having to lie to friends about this. He also detests having to lie to the people he shares his dorm with about why he sometimes, although as he gets older the nightmare is occurring less often, wakes up screaming. Rollo finds himself desperately trying to change the subject when either the nightmares or his limp are brought into a conversation.
Best Subject: Herbology
Worst Subject: Potions
Other Information: Rollo has a black owl as a pet whose name is Fender.
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Roleplay Sample:
Rollo rolled over in his sleep onto his front, then onto his back again, and then his legs began to move, as though he was running although he was lying down. His arms stretched themselves out in front of him before he awoke with a deafening scream. His dark brown eyes shot open and his chest heaved with his panting and the thudding of his fast paced heartbeat. Rollo threw off his bed sheets that were damp with his own sweat and sat up in his bed in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory. He pulled back the crimson hangings that were around his four poster bed and was incredibly relieved to find that no one else was in the dormitory. Rollo rubbed his face with his hands and moved his now wet floppy brown hair out of his eyes. The nightmare that he had just had was one that he used to suffer frequently, but as he had grown up Rollo’s subconscious had had to endure that particular nightmare less and less. It was the first time in that school year that the nightmare had made an appearance in Rollo’s sleeping state. The nightmare was about an event which had happened to Rollo when he was quite small, something which had tarnished him for life, something that he detested talking about and something which had made him give up Quidditch and vow never to fly on a broom again in his lifetime. Rollo sat thinking, still panting slightly; he knew he was lucky that no one had been in the dorm as he had had to shrug off annoying questions from concerned dorm mates before, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Rollo swung his legs round and perched on the edge of his bed. He got to his feet and dressed quickly. His plan was to find a broom and go fly on it, as he had an inkling that that might cure his fear, thus stopping him from having the nightmare again and in front of people. Rollo scrambled under the bed next to his, searching for his friends broom. Just then, someone entered the dorm.