Post by Craig Farrell on Nov 6, 2005 15:34:08 GMT -5
Full Name:
Craig Farrell
Age:
17
Pureblood/Halfblood/muggle born:
Half-Blood
With or against Voldemort and why:
He's against him, because he doesn't like the way Voldemort is attempting to dictate the world.
Student, Professor, ect.:
Student
Perferable house/job:
Ravenclaw
Brief history of the character (at least 4 sentences):
Full History, told in the POV of Craig:
You would think having a large family would mean noise and plenty of people to bother... Infact, it's the complete opposite, it means that you have no one to talk to because your far older six brothers bug off together somewhere and your two sisters sit in their room and giggle about boys. It means utter solitude, which suited me just fine. I would just lie in my bed and sleep... and sleep... and hell, sleep some more! Getting me out of bed was a hell of a pain, even since I was a baby, I would cry and hit - hey, don't hold it against me, I was a baby alright?
I was 4 when I had my first trip to hospital, I didn't even care that I'd got a thin piece of metal sticking through my leg - it was as if I was oblivious to the pain, I was more interested in watching people mill about, helping others out. When I was rushed in and the Muggles removed it theyasked my parents how it had got there... Even I can't remember that now, it could have been something to do with my oldest brother. My sister thought it was very funny, and she loved looking at my stitches.
I started school at four, and I suppose that's when my love of magic tricks really kicked off after someone came into our school and showed us some card tricks. I had a knack for catching on to the tricks and I could also point out what the magician could do, and I realised that this magician was rubbish and that my parents and brothers were far more exprienced than them. I guessed that's when I defined Wizards and Muggles, Muggles pretended to be good at something, and Wizards were naturally fluent in the whole magic scene. By the age of five I was amazing people with my card tricks, not to mention myself!
When I was 6 my dad began to teach me the drums, deciding I was attracting too much attention with my abilities my dad decided to direct my hand-eye co-ordination elsewhere, and I quickly caught onto playing the drums. I was a wiz at the drums, but what I really tripped on was the guitar. My brother had one and I loved it, it seemed so cool... so I wanted to learn it too. I abandoned the drums and got my brother to teach me guitar, but I made no progress what so ever, so for some time my musical influences died away and when I turned 7 I was back in hospital again, and this time it hurt. I had been knocked down in a car accident, not that I remember any of it, because I was unconscious. Dad said the man who hit me had driven away again, I was a hit and run case - I didn't know what that meant at the time but it sounded cool!
I was confined to the hospital bed for a few days, and because of that I got into music again. My room-mate was a slightly older, and slightly menacing looking young musician whose influences at that time were the Clash and other bands I had never heard of. In the end I became a huge fan of all their music, and I could see where this boy got his influence to play from and suddenly I was given a fresh inspiration. I took up the drums again, gettin my dad to teach me. With my new friend and my brothers tution I slowly began to learn to the guitar. I wasn't a natural at the guitar as I was the drums but whenever I proclaimed I was giving up my friend, Matt, and my brother, Jaxx, would shake their heads and pull me down, overpowering me and making me sit there and learn. They drilled the chords into my head, they drilled the frets into my head and soon enough I was playing simple songs.
Matt left when he turned 11, and I soon found out why - he was heading off to Hogwarts. Matt was a Muggle-Born, and that was the last I ever saw of him. My brother continued to teach me the guitar and slowly I became a lot more exprienced, although I was always good at drums. When I turned 10 my parents relationship hit a crisis, like any relationship with their ups and downs. In the end my mother left for a week, but returned and within a month my parents were married - they had just been a couple before then. Me and my entire group of siblings, except my oldest brother, Henry, had all been love children. I was their last child, and they decided after me no more children - I must have been bad, I put them off for life.
When I turned 11 I had another catastrophe and I was sent to hospital again, and by this time my parents were beginning to realise I was a bad child. I was having fights every day at school and this was my third major hospital trip. I was costing the NHS more money than anyone else, or atleast that was what my father had said. I realise now he was joking, and that my accidents had been through no fault of my own. I had fallen through our shed roof, which had been made of tin. I was out cold again, so I had no recollection of what had happened. My sisters again thought this was funny. I continued to learn the drums and guitar all through these years, by the way, Jaxx and my dad made sure of that.
I think it was around the time of my third hospital visit that I realised I had a real thing for socializing with people, and that I loved being around with people and being the centre of attention. At the age of 11 I was in a band, I was the youngest member there but out of nearly all the people who auditions I was the only one who could really play the drums.
This was the year where Matt's older brother returned from his school, and he visited me and before I knew it I was submitted to his punk influences. I quickly learnt what was expected of me and I learnt to use whatever I could against people, and using persuasion was at the back of my mind now and my natural insticts were now to fight. Matt's brother taught me not to rely on anyone but myself, but this lesson went unheeded to his displeasure and five days later he left. He said I had been a tough student, and that I still had a lot to learn and that Hogwarts would change me. I didn't think it would and that his punk influence on me would drain away - atleast, I hoped so.
I had began my first year in style, getting into fights and generally being a bit of a nuisance - detentions were part of my social calander. Needless to say my parents weren't thrilled, so naturally it influenced my rebellion. I loved the attention, I loved the adrenaline and before I knew it I was refered to as 'him' by my parents to others. I was the problem child, the one that had been raised wrong... even my brother thought I was taking everything too far. Matt's last letter to me explained how he was heading to Egypt to take Auror training, and I was thrilled for him. I never heard from Matt again, nor his brother.
My second year was the year where I settled down, and the teachers were beginning to warm to me. I was the cheeky, badly-behaved student. I was classic, really. I became someone people would be able to laugh at but still like. I felt like I properly belonged somewhere.
My third year was where Matt's brothers words of wisdom of how Hogwarts would change me hit me hard, because it was changing me. I was becoming more focused, I had less time for my music and less time for my friends. I was a 14 year old too engrossed in his studying to care for anything else. I needed to be saved before I lost the characteristics I had picked up.
I remember the funniest times of my life, finding my brother in my sisters clothes... Watching Matt being mauled by dogs... Joining riots in the street... They suddenly all made sense and had a place in my mind. My brother had turned out to be bi-sexual, Matt had a phobia of dogs after that, and two people had died in that riot. Everything had consequences but that people walking around me were studying too hard to realise that. Everything fell into place and I juggled studying with perfecting everyhting about myself. I learnt who I was and I made my decision. That summer I had my lip pierced (I don't recommend this to anyone unless you really think you can handle it!). When my lip became inflected I simply got on with it and by my return to Hogwarts for my fourth year I was totally changed. My hair had a rather wild style and eyeliner had become a very infectious part of my style, I was a 15 year old who knew he was and that set me apart from the others. I was socialiable but so different, and it didn't even scare me. It made me wonder, and it challanged me to keep true to myself and not turn into everyone else.
My fifth year was no different, but like any young adult I got into drugs, and I think it began to scare my parents. I took it easy on the drugs, and used them simply during social times, and it was basically the same with smoking - for a while.
My summer holidays between my sixth and seventh year flashed past with another hospital visit for several broken bones after me and a few friends had a rather wild and distructive protest against an animal testing lab. I was arrested for the first time and my sister agreed to pay my bail. Jail changed me slightly too, and I became more wild and persistant. Every exprience I started taking to heart, and I now enter my seventh year with high hopes that this year will hold something life-changing in stock too.
Only time will tell...
Character Description (eye color hair color ect. at least 4 sentences):
Craig has a thin frame, which is usually covered by a hoodie of some sort. He has a very dark look about him, he wears eyeliner and has his lip pierced. Although he isn't usually seen with it his eyebrow is also pierced and he has ear pierced once. He has naturally dark hair, enhanced by his hairstyle however. Craig has never dyed his hair any colour, and doesn't wish to either. He has not yet found a dye that is not tested on animals, and he doesn't wish to change his natural hair colour - he doesn't fancy the chances of getting a cancer from a hair product, even if it is a magical one. He has dark hazel eyes and dark eyebrows, his sister once attempted to pluck them but Craig was very resistant and - having learnt to apparate by then - succeeded in avading his sister. He is fairly tall for his age, like the rest of his faily, save his sister's, he is 6'0, perfect for playing Basketball. He wears dark clothes, although his personality would more than likely surprise many people compaired to how he dresses. He is very hygiene conscious and showers every two days. He spends around half an hour styling his hair every morning, although he isn't much of a morning person at all.
Character Personailty:
Craig is very cheeky, he's very wild and he can make just about anybody laugh, whether it means cracking a joke or doing smething stupid or wild. He has always been lively and a big child at heart, although when he needs to be he can be serious. Craig can be very serious and he has very strong opinions, such as he and his siblings were raised as vegetarians from birth and when Craig was 17 he took part in a very nasty protest, which led to his arrest and an ASBO put in place. He is now not allowed anywhere near the animal testing lab, but it was closed down a week after the protest - in which three people were injured, including Craig himself. The ASBO was no longer valid, seeing as the lab no longer existed.
Craig may have strong opinions on such things as animal testing but he still has an addiction - he is a very heavy smoker. He took up smoking during the summer of his fourth year, where he was 17. He became hooked because of a friend who constantly offered him a smoke. Craig now blames his friend for it but knows it's his fault. He still smokes heavily now.
He has a certain love for dogs though, and he has five German Shepards at home. His family live on what used to be a farm, so there is plenty of room for the boisterous bunch. Craig named them all, they are called Buster, Killer, Richie, Sniper and Fang - he used to have a sixth pet that was hurt and had to be put down. Craig likes all animals but reserves a special place for dogs, especially his beloved German Shepards.
Craig can be very snappy, and although he is funny he is very prone to strike out. He generally likes to insult people a few times before he hits out, but if the cuss against him or a friend is bad enough he won't hesitate to fight. He has a very bad mean streak, and it's one best kept to himself. He can be selfish sometimes, and think only of himself. His sexual orientation is straight but during a drunken. night out he did end up kissing his friend - only a quick kiss though. He isn't prejudice against people who are gay, bi or if they are of a different race - for all Craig cares he could be colourblind, people are people, right?
He always has something to say and isn't well known for keeping to himself. He is outspoken and doesn't care if people don't agree with him. He will make his mark anyway, be it by protesting against something, going on a hunger strike or even threatening to kill people to make a point. Craig is stubborn and determined, and if you don't realise this from the start of knowing him you might as well forget being his friend. Craig will not give up - which is one of the reasons he's such a heavy smoker - once he starts something he will follow it through to the end.
He can have his crazy, wild-child moments, and he can has his depressed moments. However, Craig isn't naturally depressed, he will only be sad if something is really affecting him. Craig is... not exactly happy by nature, but uncontrollable and spontanious. You never know what he may do next. You may think Craig really is a weirdo of the first water, but you know what - he doesn't give a f*ck about what you think!
Pets (be realistic):
Five German Shepards, but they live at home.
Craig also has an owl that he uses to send letters to his family.
Anything about your pet you'd like to say:
Buster, Killer, Richie, Sniper and Fang would do anything for their owner.
Anything else: Not really, no, but if something seems a little odd in any of the above descriptions it's because it was originally for a different site set in a later time
Craig Farrell
Age:
17
Pureblood/Halfblood/muggle born:
Half-Blood
With or against Voldemort and why:
He's against him, because he doesn't like the way Voldemort is attempting to dictate the world.
Student, Professor, ect.:
Student
Perferable house/job:
Ravenclaw
Brief history of the character (at least 4 sentences):
Full History, told in the POV of Craig:
You would think having a large family would mean noise and plenty of people to bother... Infact, it's the complete opposite, it means that you have no one to talk to because your far older six brothers bug off together somewhere and your two sisters sit in their room and giggle about boys. It means utter solitude, which suited me just fine. I would just lie in my bed and sleep... and sleep... and hell, sleep some more! Getting me out of bed was a hell of a pain, even since I was a baby, I would cry and hit - hey, don't hold it against me, I was a baby alright?
I was 4 when I had my first trip to hospital, I didn't even care that I'd got a thin piece of metal sticking through my leg - it was as if I was oblivious to the pain, I was more interested in watching people mill about, helping others out. When I was rushed in and the Muggles removed it theyasked my parents how it had got there... Even I can't remember that now, it could have been something to do with my oldest brother. My sister thought it was very funny, and she loved looking at my stitches.
I started school at four, and I suppose that's when my love of magic tricks really kicked off after someone came into our school and showed us some card tricks. I had a knack for catching on to the tricks and I could also point out what the magician could do, and I realised that this magician was rubbish and that my parents and brothers were far more exprienced than them. I guessed that's when I defined Wizards and Muggles, Muggles pretended to be good at something, and Wizards were naturally fluent in the whole magic scene. By the age of five I was amazing people with my card tricks, not to mention myself!
When I was 6 my dad began to teach me the drums, deciding I was attracting too much attention with my abilities my dad decided to direct my hand-eye co-ordination elsewhere, and I quickly caught onto playing the drums. I was a wiz at the drums, but what I really tripped on was the guitar. My brother had one and I loved it, it seemed so cool... so I wanted to learn it too. I abandoned the drums and got my brother to teach me guitar, but I made no progress what so ever, so for some time my musical influences died away and when I turned 7 I was back in hospital again, and this time it hurt. I had been knocked down in a car accident, not that I remember any of it, because I was unconscious. Dad said the man who hit me had driven away again, I was a hit and run case - I didn't know what that meant at the time but it sounded cool!
I was confined to the hospital bed for a few days, and because of that I got into music again. My room-mate was a slightly older, and slightly menacing looking young musician whose influences at that time were the Clash and other bands I had never heard of. In the end I became a huge fan of all their music, and I could see where this boy got his influence to play from and suddenly I was given a fresh inspiration. I took up the drums again, gettin my dad to teach me. With my new friend and my brothers tution I slowly began to learn to the guitar. I wasn't a natural at the guitar as I was the drums but whenever I proclaimed I was giving up my friend, Matt, and my brother, Jaxx, would shake their heads and pull me down, overpowering me and making me sit there and learn. They drilled the chords into my head, they drilled the frets into my head and soon enough I was playing simple songs.
Matt left when he turned 11, and I soon found out why - he was heading off to Hogwarts. Matt was a Muggle-Born, and that was the last I ever saw of him. My brother continued to teach me the guitar and slowly I became a lot more exprienced, although I was always good at drums. When I turned 10 my parents relationship hit a crisis, like any relationship with their ups and downs. In the end my mother left for a week, but returned and within a month my parents were married - they had just been a couple before then. Me and my entire group of siblings, except my oldest brother, Henry, had all been love children. I was their last child, and they decided after me no more children - I must have been bad, I put them off for life.
When I turned 11 I had another catastrophe and I was sent to hospital again, and by this time my parents were beginning to realise I was a bad child. I was having fights every day at school and this was my third major hospital trip. I was costing the NHS more money than anyone else, or atleast that was what my father had said. I realise now he was joking, and that my accidents had been through no fault of my own. I had fallen through our shed roof, which had been made of tin. I was out cold again, so I had no recollection of what had happened. My sisters again thought this was funny. I continued to learn the drums and guitar all through these years, by the way, Jaxx and my dad made sure of that.
I think it was around the time of my third hospital visit that I realised I had a real thing for socializing with people, and that I loved being around with people and being the centre of attention. At the age of 11 I was in a band, I was the youngest member there but out of nearly all the people who auditions I was the only one who could really play the drums.
This was the year where Matt's older brother returned from his school, and he visited me and before I knew it I was submitted to his punk influences. I quickly learnt what was expected of me and I learnt to use whatever I could against people, and using persuasion was at the back of my mind now and my natural insticts were now to fight. Matt's brother taught me not to rely on anyone but myself, but this lesson went unheeded to his displeasure and five days later he left. He said I had been a tough student, and that I still had a lot to learn and that Hogwarts would change me. I didn't think it would and that his punk influence on me would drain away - atleast, I hoped so.
I had began my first year in style, getting into fights and generally being a bit of a nuisance - detentions were part of my social calander. Needless to say my parents weren't thrilled, so naturally it influenced my rebellion. I loved the attention, I loved the adrenaline and before I knew it I was refered to as 'him' by my parents to others. I was the problem child, the one that had been raised wrong... even my brother thought I was taking everything too far. Matt's last letter to me explained how he was heading to Egypt to take Auror training, and I was thrilled for him. I never heard from Matt again, nor his brother.
My second year was the year where I settled down, and the teachers were beginning to warm to me. I was the cheeky, badly-behaved student. I was classic, really. I became someone people would be able to laugh at but still like. I felt like I properly belonged somewhere.
My third year was where Matt's brothers words of wisdom of how Hogwarts would change me hit me hard, because it was changing me. I was becoming more focused, I had less time for my music and less time for my friends. I was a 14 year old too engrossed in his studying to care for anything else. I needed to be saved before I lost the characteristics I had picked up.
I remember the funniest times of my life, finding my brother in my sisters clothes... Watching Matt being mauled by dogs... Joining riots in the street... They suddenly all made sense and had a place in my mind. My brother had turned out to be bi-sexual, Matt had a phobia of dogs after that, and two people had died in that riot. Everything had consequences but that people walking around me were studying too hard to realise that. Everything fell into place and I juggled studying with perfecting everyhting about myself. I learnt who I was and I made my decision. That summer I had my lip pierced (I don't recommend this to anyone unless you really think you can handle it!). When my lip became inflected I simply got on with it and by my return to Hogwarts for my fourth year I was totally changed. My hair had a rather wild style and eyeliner had become a very infectious part of my style, I was a 15 year old who knew he was and that set me apart from the others. I was socialiable but so different, and it didn't even scare me. It made me wonder, and it challanged me to keep true to myself and not turn into everyone else.
My fifth year was no different, but like any young adult I got into drugs, and I think it began to scare my parents. I took it easy on the drugs, and used them simply during social times, and it was basically the same with smoking - for a while.
My summer holidays between my sixth and seventh year flashed past with another hospital visit for several broken bones after me and a few friends had a rather wild and distructive protest against an animal testing lab. I was arrested for the first time and my sister agreed to pay my bail. Jail changed me slightly too, and I became more wild and persistant. Every exprience I started taking to heart, and I now enter my seventh year with high hopes that this year will hold something life-changing in stock too.
Only time will tell...
Character Description (eye color hair color ect. at least 4 sentences):
Craig has a thin frame, which is usually covered by a hoodie of some sort. He has a very dark look about him, he wears eyeliner and has his lip pierced. Although he isn't usually seen with it his eyebrow is also pierced and he has ear pierced once. He has naturally dark hair, enhanced by his hairstyle however. Craig has never dyed his hair any colour, and doesn't wish to either. He has not yet found a dye that is not tested on animals, and he doesn't wish to change his natural hair colour - he doesn't fancy the chances of getting a cancer from a hair product, even if it is a magical one. He has dark hazel eyes and dark eyebrows, his sister once attempted to pluck them but Craig was very resistant and - having learnt to apparate by then - succeeded in avading his sister. He is fairly tall for his age, like the rest of his faily, save his sister's, he is 6'0, perfect for playing Basketball. He wears dark clothes, although his personality would more than likely surprise many people compaired to how he dresses. He is very hygiene conscious and showers every two days. He spends around half an hour styling his hair every morning, although he isn't much of a morning person at all.
Character Personailty:
Craig is very cheeky, he's very wild and he can make just about anybody laugh, whether it means cracking a joke or doing smething stupid or wild. He has always been lively and a big child at heart, although when he needs to be he can be serious. Craig can be very serious and he has very strong opinions, such as he and his siblings were raised as vegetarians from birth and when Craig was 17 he took part in a very nasty protest, which led to his arrest and an ASBO put in place. He is now not allowed anywhere near the animal testing lab, but it was closed down a week after the protest - in which three people were injured, including Craig himself. The ASBO was no longer valid, seeing as the lab no longer existed.
Craig may have strong opinions on such things as animal testing but he still has an addiction - he is a very heavy smoker. He took up smoking during the summer of his fourth year, where he was 17. He became hooked because of a friend who constantly offered him a smoke. Craig now blames his friend for it but knows it's his fault. He still smokes heavily now.
He has a certain love for dogs though, and he has five German Shepards at home. His family live on what used to be a farm, so there is plenty of room for the boisterous bunch. Craig named them all, they are called Buster, Killer, Richie, Sniper and Fang - he used to have a sixth pet that was hurt and had to be put down. Craig likes all animals but reserves a special place for dogs, especially his beloved German Shepards.
Craig can be very snappy, and although he is funny he is very prone to strike out. He generally likes to insult people a few times before he hits out, but if the cuss against him or a friend is bad enough he won't hesitate to fight. He has a very bad mean streak, and it's one best kept to himself. He can be selfish sometimes, and think only of himself. His sexual orientation is straight but during a drunken. night out he did end up kissing his friend - only a quick kiss though. He isn't prejudice against people who are gay, bi or if they are of a different race - for all Craig cares he could be colourblind, people are people, right?
He always has something to say and isn't well known for keeping to himself. He is outspoken and doesn't care if people don't agree with him. He will make his mark anyway, be it by protesting against something, going on a hunger strike or even threatening to kill people to make a point. Craig is stubborn and determined, and if you don't realise this from the start of knowing him you might as well forget being his friend. Craig will not give up - which is one of the reasons he's such a heavy smoker - once he starts something he will follow it through to the end.
He can have his crazy, wild-child moments, and he can has his depressed moments. However, Craig isn't naturally depressed, he will only be sad if something is really affecting him. Craig is... not exactly happy by nature, but uncontrollable and spontanious. You never know what he may do next. You may think Craig really is a weirdo of the first water, but you know what - he doesn't give a f*ck about what you think!
Pets (be realistic):
Five German Shepards, but they live at home.
Craig also has an owl that he uses to send letters to his family.
Anything about your pet you'd like to say:
Buster, Killer, Richie, Sniper and Fang would do anything for their owner.
Anything else: Not really, no, but if something seems a little odd in any of the above descriptions it's because it was originally for a different site set in a later time
