Post by mike on Aug 12, 2008 10:16:54 GMT -5
Character Name: Michael Benjamin Shay
Year: Sixth
Preferred House: Hufflepuff
Strengths: Mike is good at remembering/memorizing spells and text.
Weaknesses: He can be a bit of a pushover; has a bit of a temper. Mike is also rather shy and withdrawn when you first get to know him.
Personality: Mike is one of those guys that you never really notice, but looking back on it, he's always been there. He's sort of quiet and shy once you first meet him, especially around other guys - this results from being around Mark most of his life, who just bullied him a lot - but once you get his shell opened up a bit, he can be funny and sweet. If you catch him on one of his off days, he can be rather mean, but then once he finds you again, you just can't get him to stop apologizing. He loves to read and write, and is a rather good student, for being in Hufflepuff. He's also a real romantic. Instead of showering a girl with lots of gifts and expensive things, he'd much rather get her something from the heart that took him ages to make or find. He doesn't like to go out on fancy dates much, but rather stay inside and just cuddle with someone he likes, or talk. Mike isn't one of those big, tough guys who thinks that they can do everything, but rather, thinks he can't do much of anything. When confronted by a bully, he won't do anything, but rather let them do what they want to him. He doesn't care what they say or do to him, as long as they aren't doing it to someone else. Mike would really you rather call him 'Mike' than 'Michael,' because Michael sounds so stuck up and snooty, and he's really very down to earth and nice.
Brief History: Michael Benjamin Shay was born on January 1, 1959, to Drusilla Marie Clarke and Victor Joseph Shay in the heart of bustling London. Michael's family was a bit confused at the time; his father, Victor, was married to another woman, named Chelsea Irene Shay. The two of them had a baby, named Mark Shay, who was Mike's half-brother. After Mike was born, Drusilla gave Victor an ultimatum: tell your wife that you're leaving her, or I'm leaving you. Victor couldn't make a choice, and ended up leaving both women. Mike's mother had already made the choice to have Mike take his father's last name, and that couldn't be changed. She herself continued to be known as Drusilla Clarke. Every once in a while, Mike's father would pop over for a visit, but he never stayed, nor did he give his reason for not choosing either woman. He's now happily married to another woman, with a baby on the way, and lives in America, where Mike and Mark stay during their summer vacations for a couple of weeks out of the year. Mike sees his mother during almost all of the major holidays, and she's become less of a party mum, and more of a mum that you would expect a kid in Hogwarts to have.
Mike never really knew his half-brother, Mark, until they met at Hogwarts. The two brothers met when Mike was sorted into Hufflepuff, and they found out that they had the same last names. Thinking it was just a coincidence, they went on in their daily lives. Shortly afterwards, Mike recieved a letter from his father and so did Mark. It was told that he had had two children, but they had never met before. They were then introduced as half-brothers. Mike's relationship with Mark is rather testy, to say the least. Now that they're brothers, their father has decided that he has to take on some fatherly duties, and they stay with him for a few weeks out of every year, with his new wife, Christina Victoria McGregory. Most of the memories that Mike has of Mark is the two of them fighting over something. Since Mark is a year older, Mike usually has to put up with the jokes and the bullying from him. But Mike knows that Mark would stand up for him if he really needed it, and vice versa. The brothers aren't twins, but sometimes, when people hear that they're related, they end up thinking that they are, because the two are so close in age (About ten months apart, give or take a few days).
Description:
Mike doesn't really look like his mother, nor like his father, nor a combination of the two. He stands at just over five feet, seven inches, which is almost half a foot shorter than his father and half a foot taller than his mother. While he isn't what some would call 'ripped,' he isn't out of shape, either. He has a few defined muscles on his arms, and the very faint beginnings of a six-pack, most of which come from him playing Quidditch. He has dark, dark brown hair that can be called black in the right light. He usually has it spiked up a bit, but lately, he's been letting it go whichever way it desires. Mike has chocolaty brown eyes that, if you stare into them long enough, can drown you in their sincerety and feelings. People often tease him, saying that he looks a bit cross eyed - he doesn't deny it. Mike doesn't have any scars or any distinguishing birthmarks, but he does have a small tattoo on his bicep that he managed to convince his mother to let him get when he was fifteen. Another notable thing about Mike is that he rarely ever smiles and shows his teeth. There's no reason for that, really, he has a great smile, but he just never does. You're lucky if you can get him to do that, because then he'll probably be your best friend.
RP Sample: (From another site)
Cal had somehow gotten separated from the group he was supposed to be in, the one with Bella and Jean, and had ended up with Aiya. He didn't mind Aiya at all, she was rather fun to hang out with, and was his Rubber Duckie Buddy. He just wished that Bella was around, it would have made the trip a lot more fun. He stood around with the rest of his group, watching as Aiya got distracted by something in the corner. He rolled his eyes good naturedly, and turned back to the Portkey (He knew that if he had had the chance, he would have followed her over to investigate the shiny thing, but as it was, he didn't want to get left behind), where the professors was explaining what was going to happen. As if none of the students had used one before.
Cal took another look behind him, where Aiya was still being distracted, and wondered if she knew that they were about to leave. He shrugged, turned back, and put his hand on the Portkey, glancing to his right just in time to see Aiya doing some sort of flying leap onto the hat. At least she made it on, even though it wasn't in great style, he thought to himself, before feeling that familiar uncomfortable jerk behind his navel that meant that they were currently being transported by the Portkey. He hated how it felt, but he couldn't help it. Everyone looked to be experiencing the same thing, from the looks on their faces. He wished that the older kids could have been allowed to Apparate; it would have made the journey a lot more comfortable.
Suddenly, he was being deposited unceremoniously on the ground, and he grunted as his shoulder made contact with the hard ground. He lay flat on his back for a moment, before getting up and checking to make sure that he hadn't broken anything. Everyone seemed to be there in one piece, and the professor began to speak again. Italy, did he say? Well, that sounded just dandy to him. He could see all of the things that Italy had to offer that no other place did. The famous Colosseum, where Roman gladiators had had to fight for their lives. The Spanish steps, nestled in the heart of Rome. The famous Venetian Canals. The beauty of Florence. Maybe they would even get to stop in Napals.
His thought train was cut off by the professor telling them to grab hold of the hat again, and he hastily made sure that he was touching it before they left again. The jerk came back, and he felt a bit nauseous. They were wizards, couldn't they have found a better way to travel? Broomstick would have been an easier way to see all of the sights from above, but it probably would have been another way to expose themselves to Muggles. The Floo Network probably would have been a bit hard to set up, but it would have been favorable over the Portkeys. And like he had said earlier, Apparation would probably have been the best way. Even if the younger kids couldn't Apparate, they could have always just done Side-Long.
Again, Cal was deposited onto the hard ground. He groaned again, getting up and performing his usual check. He was convinced that no matter how many times he used a Portkey, he would never get the hang of it. Then, he gazed around himself in awe. They had clearly landed in a part of Magical Italy, because none of the people bustling around them were freaking out that a bunch of kids had just landed there all of a sudden, but that didn't detract from the beauty of Italy overall. The buildings were old, ornate things that looked as though they had seen better days. Still, there was an attraction to them, to the history that had taken place inside of them all those years ago. The people were just as interesting to watch.
Before he could even think about what he was going to do, Cal had to find Aiya first. He couldn't just wander around Italy uselessly, nor could he let her. Apart, the two of them could probably blow the cover off of the Magical World, and together, the chance was just slightly less. He couldn't seem to find her for a moment, but then he saw her talking to an Italian woman. He was about to go over to her, when a small man with a bushy mustache stopped him. 'Would you like to sample my wares?' he asked, in heavily accented English. Cal politely shook his head, trying to keep an eye on Aiya, but the man was persistant, showing off a case of watches to the younger man. Again, Cal shook his head, and managed to dart around the man.
Except now he had lost Aiya again. He couldn't see her at all, which he was expecting. She was short, and would have easily slipped through the crowd without him noticing. Aimlessly, he wandered around, trying to see if he could find her again. A lot of the Italian woman were looking at him, probably because they weren't used to seeing a 6'4 English man walking around looking confused. A few of them tried to approach him - presumably to sell more wares - but he shook them off. Finally, he managed to catch site of Aiya again, only to be blocked. And this time, not by a vendor. If only he had been so lucky that one of those persistent people was in front of him, and not what was.
No, a lone pigeon was standing in front of him, eyeing him quizzically. Cal moved to the right to get by the pigeon, but the bird simply stepped to its left. Again, Cal attempted to move, but to his left. The bird, to its right. He glared at the small gray bird, looking it straight in it's orange eye, but there was nothing to see there. It simply looked back. Suddenly, Cal was aware of about six or seven more pigeons joining him. And then more. More, more, more. Pigeons seemed to be pouring out of nowhere, forming a small army in front of him. What the heck was he supposed to do? He cautiously moved forward a step, only to have all hell break loose. Pigeons soared upward, towards him, and he covered his face with his arms, running around in a circle, trying to get them off of him. "AHHHHH!"
Well, this was a good way to start off a trip.
Year: Sixth
Preferred House: Hufflepuff
Strengths: Mike is good at remembering/memorizing spells and text.
Weaknesses: He can be a bit of a pushover; has a bit of a temper. Mike is also rather shy and withdrawn when you first get to know him.
Personality: Mike is one of those guys that you never really notice, but looking back on it, he's always been there. He's sort of quiet and shy once you first meet him, especially around other guys - this results from being around Mark most of his life, who just bullied him a lot - but once you get his shell opened up a bit, he can be funny and sweet. If you catch him on one of his off days, he can be rather mean, but then once he finds you again, you just can't get him to stop apologizing. He loves to read and write, and is a rather good student, for being in Hufflepuff. He's also a real romantic. Instead of showering a girl with lots of gifts and expensive things, he'd much rather get her something from the heart that took him ages to make or find. He doesn't like to go out on fancy dates much, but rather stay inside and just cuddle with someone he likes, or talk. Mike isn't one of those big, tough guys who thinks that they can do everything, but rather, thinks he can't do much of anything. When confronted by a bully, he won't do anything, but rather let them do what they want to him. He doesn't care what they say or do to him, as long as they aren't doing it to someone else. Mike would really you rather call him 'Mike' than 'Michael,' because Michael sounds so stuck up and snooty, and he's really very down to earth and nice.
Brief History: Michael Benjamin Shay was born on January 1, 1959, to Drusilla Marie Clarke and Victor Joseph Shay in the heart of bustling London. Michael's family was a bit confused at the time; his father, Victor, was married to another woman, named Chelsea Irene Shay. The two of them had a baby, named Mark Shay, who was Mike's half-brother. After Mike was born, Drusilla gave Victor an ultimatum: tell your wife that you're leaving her, or I'm leaving you. Victor couldn't make a choice, and ended up leaving both women. Mike's mother had already made the choice to have Mike take his father's last name, and that couldn't be changed. She herself continued to be known as Drusilla Clarke. Every once in a while, Mike's father would pop over for a visit, but he never stayed, nor did he give his reason for not choosing either woman. He's now happily married to another woman, with a baby on the way, and lives in America, where Mike and Mark stay during their summer vacations for a couple of weeks out of the year. Mike sees his mother during almost all of the major holidays, and she's become less of a party mum, and more of a mum that you would expect a kid in Hogwarts to have.
Mike never really knew his half-brother, Mark, until they met at Hogwarts. The two brothers met when Mike was sorted into Hufflepuff, and they found out that they had the same last names. Thinking it was just a coincidence, they went on in their daily lives. Shortly afterwards, Mike recieved a letter from his father and so did Mark. It was told that he had had two children, but they had never met before. They were then introduced as half-brothers. Mike's relationship with Mark is rather testy, to say the least. Now that they're brothers, their father has decided that he has to take on some fatherly duties, and they stay with him for a few weeks out of every year, with his new wife, Christina Victoria McGregory. Most of the memories that Mike has of Mark is the two of them fighting over something. Since Mark is a year older, Mike usually has to put up with the jokes and the bullying from him. But Mike knows that Mark would stand up for him if he really needed it, and vice versa. The brothers aren't twins, but sometimes, when people hear that they're related, they end up thinking that they are, because the two are so close in age (About ten months apart, give or take a few days).
Description:
Mike doesn't really look like his mother, nor like his father, nor a combination of the two. He stands at just over five feet, seven inches, which is almost half a foot shorter than his father and half a foot taller than his mother. While he isn't what some would call 'ripped,' he isn't out of shape, either. He has a few defined muscles on his arms, and the very faint beginnings of a six-pack, most of which come from him playing Quidditch. He has dark, dark brown hair that can be called black in the right light. He usually has it spiked up a bit, but lately, he's been letting it go whichever way it desires. Mike has chocolaty brown eyes that, if you stare into them long enough, can drown you in their sincerety and feelings. People often tease him, saying that he looks a bit cross eyed - he doesn't deny it. Mike doesn't have any scars or any distinguishing birthmarks, but he does have a small tattoo on his bicep that he managed to convince his mother to let him get when he was fifteen. Another notable thing about Mike is that he rarely ever smiles and shows his teeth. There's no reason for that, really, he has a great smile, but he just never does. You're lucky if you can get him to do that, because then he'll probably be your best friend.
RP Sample: (From another site)
Cal had somehow gotten separated from the group he was supposed to be in, the one with Bella and Jean, and had ended up with Aiya. He didn't mind Aiya at all, she was rather fun to hang out with, and was his Rubber Duckie Buddy. He just wished that Bella was around, it would have made the trip a lot more fun. He stood around with the rest of his group, watching as Aiya got distracted by something in the corner. He rolled his eyes good naturedly, and turned back to the Portkey (He knew that if he had had the chance, he would have followed her over to investigate the shiny thing, but as it was, he didn't want to get left behind), where the professors was explaining what was going to happen. As if none of the students had used one before.
Cal took another look behind him, where Aiya was still being distracted, and wondered if she knew that they were about to leave. He shrugged, turned back, and put his hand on the Portkey, glancing to his right just in time to see Aiya doing some sort of flying leap onto the hat. At least she made it on, even though it wasn't in great style, he thought to himself, before feeling that familiar uncomfortable jerk behind his navel that meant that they were currently being transported by the Portkey. He hated how it felt, but he couldn't help it. Everyone looked to be experiencing the same thing, from the looks on their faces. He wished that the older kids could have been allowed to Apparate; it would have made the journey a lot more comfortable.
Suddenly, he was being deposited unceremoniously on the ground, and he grunted as his shoulder made contact with the hard ground. He lay flat on his back for a moment, before getting up and checking to make sure that he hadn't broken anything. Everyone seemed to be there in one piece, and the professor began to speak again. Italy, did he say? Well, that sounded just dandy to him. He could see all of the things that Italy had to offer that no other place did. The famous Colosseum, where Roman gladiators had had to fight for their lives. The Spanish steps, nestled in the heart of Rome. The famous Venetian Canals. The beauty of Florence. Maybe they would even get to stop in Napals.
His thought train was cut off by the professor telling them to grab hold of the hat again, and he hastily made sure that he was touching it before they left again. The jerk came back, and he felt a bit nauseous. They were wizards, couldn't they have found a better way to travel? Broomstick would have been an easier way to see all of the sights from above, but it probably would have been another way to expose themselves to Muggles. The Floo Network probably would have been a bit hard to set up, but it would have been favorable over the Portkeys. And like he had said earlier, Apparation would probably have been the best way. Even if the younger kids couldn't Apparate, they could have always just done Side-Long.
Again, Cal was deposited onto the hard ground. He groaned again, getting up and performing his usual check. He was convinced that no matter how many times he used a Portkey, he would never get the hang of it. Then, he gazed around himself in awe. They had clearly landed in a part of Magical Italy, because none of the people bustling around them were freaking out that a bunch of kids had just landed there all of a sudden, but that didn't detract from the beauty of Italy overall. The buildings were old, ornate things that looked as though they had seen better days. Still, there was an attraction to them, to the history that had taken place inside of them all those years ago. The people were just as interesting to watch.
Before he could even think about what he was going to do, Cal had to find Aiya first. He couldn't just wander around Italy uselessly, nor could he let her. Apart, the two of them could probably blow the cover off of the Magical World, and together, the chance was just slightly less. He couldn't seem to find her for a moment, but then he saw her talking to an Italian woman. He was about to go over to her, when a small man with a bushy mustache stopped him. 'Would you like to sample my wares?' he asked, in heavily accented English. Cal politely shook his head, trying to keep an eye on Aiya, but the man was persistant, showing off a case of watches to the younger man. Again, Cal shook his head, and managed to dart around the man.
Except now he had lost Aiya again. He couldn't see her at all, which he was expecting. She was short, and would have easily slipped through the crowd without him noticing. Aimlessly, he wandered around, trying to see if he could find her again. A lot of the Italian woman were looking at him, probably because they weren't used to seeing a 6'4 English man walking around looking confused. A few of them tried to approach him - presumably to sell more wares - but he shook them off. Finally, he managed to catch site of Aiya again, only to be blocked. And this time, not by a vendor. If only he had been so lucky that one of those persistent people was in front of him, and not what was.
No, a lone pigeon was standing in front of him, eyeing him quizzically. Cal moved to the right to get by the pigeon, but the bird simply stepped to its left. Again, Cal attempted to move, but to his left. The bird, to its right. He glared at the small gray bird, looking it straight in it's orange eye, but there was nothing to see there. It simply looked back. Suddenly, Cal was aware of about six or seven more pigeons joining him. And then more. More, more, more. Pigeons seemed to be pouring out of nowhere, forming a small army in front of him. What the heck was he supposed to do? He cautiously moved forward a step, only to have all hell break loose. Pigeons soared upward, towards him, and he covered his face with his arms, running around in a circle, trying to get them off of him. "AHHHHH!"
Well, this was a good way to start off a trip.