Creed Gosmire (Finished)
Jul 21, 2014 9:19:55 GMT -5
Post by Creed Gosmire on Jul 21, 2014 9:19:55 GMT -5
Creed Gosmire
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NAME: Creed Gosmire
AGE: 17 Birthday: April 2nd
SOCIAL CLASS: Lower Class
STATUS: Single
PLAY-BY: Drew Chadwick
BlOOD STATUS: Half-blood
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKINTONE: Lightly tanned
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'0
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His gauged ears and messy hair that he refuses to tame.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Creed is six feet with bright blue yes and spiky brown hair. He's in excellent physical condition, courtesy of his constant hardwork. He walks with an air of confidence, as if nothing can bring him down and he's always smiling. He's also got gauged ears, as an act of rebellion against his father.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: He's excellent at fighting, racing, and most sports. His favorite being football (American soccer).
MAGICAL SKILLS: Dueling is a skill he's very proud of. He knows just about everything when it comes to DADA and Potions.
BEST/WORST CLASSES:
Best: DADA, Charms, Potions
Worst: Transfiguration, COMC, Herbology
WEAKNESSES: Creed grew up with almost nothing, so he's no fan of those who flaunt their wealth. He's known to have a quick temper and will fight just about anyone who dares mention his bloodline. He also holds grudges, like the one he has against his father despite all of these years. Even though he doesn't mind lending a helping hand to those in need, he refuses to ask for help. He's got more pride than he can handle.
STRENGTHS: Despite his quick temper, Creed is probably one of the friendliest people you will ever meet. He's confident in his abilities and rarely steps down from a fight, which could be a weakness. He looks out for the younger students, because he knows Hogwarts can be a bit of the shocker, and will gladly drag you off to study to insure you pass with good marks, but he'll never let you talk to him about anything involving Transfiguration.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Creed tends to come off as a flirt if he thinks you're a friend, but in all honesty he's just really nice, despite popular belief that he's a jerk.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Overall Creed is the kind of guy that would make a great friend and an unwanted enemy. He's confident, smart, and knows what it means to value the little things. He's easy going, easy to talk to once he knows you're okay, but if he doesn't like you, expect a few glares, or your pumpkin pastry exploding in your face. Creed's not a bad kid, he's just had it rough and he refuses to let anyone walk over him, ever again. Respectful and honest, yet bold and hot tempered, Creed is either your best friend or your worst enemy. There's no in-between with him.
BIRTH PLACE: Germany
PARENTS: Ester Gosmire; 40; Waitress; Alive & Fredrick Gosmire ; 47; Retired Muggle Solider; Alive
SIBLINGS: Torrin Gosmire (Half-brother); 15; Student; Alive
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
CHILDREN: None
OTHERS: None
PET: None
CHARACTER HISTORY: Ester Hamilton was born into a Pureblood family, but when she fell in love with a human soldier during a visit to Germany her life turned upside down. Once back in Britain, the Hamilton's quickly disowned her, there wasn't even a debate once they found out that she was pregnant with the muggle's child. Ester, who had always been the star child of the Hamilton's had shamed her family and once disowned, was left to raise her yet to be born child alone. Fredrick Gosmire, the man who she'd fallen for had been unaware that she was pregnant, for the Hamilton's had returned to their estate three months before Ester learned of her pregnancy. Ester, being a child that was used to being pampered and spoiled, soon found herself alone and confused.
She used whatever money she had left to her name to move back to Germany where she searched for Fredrick, but he was no where to be found. A bright girl and highly educated, Ester found herself work at a diner where she served as a waitress, sleeping wherever she could, and saving every penny for the sake of her unborn child. Ester had come from wealth and now she was borderline homeless and pregnant. Several months had passed before she gave birth to Creed. The infant was all she had left and she raised him to keep his head high. By the time Creed was two, Ester had managed to get them a rundown shack and by the time he was five, things were getting a bit easier to deal with, for Ester at least. Creed however found himself constantly bullied and teased.
"Your daddy's a filthy muggle," or "You're too poor to be in this side of town," were just a few of the taunts he became accustomed to. Creed, although a friendly child, could never manage to make friends, so he spent a majority of the time sitting outside his mother's job, tossing loose rocks and sticks down the sidewalks, or asking passersby for spare knuts. It was the highlight of his day whenever he could show his mother that he'd gathered almost a sickle's worth of knuts. As he got older, Creed grew to hate everyone and everything. He didn't understand how his hard working mother and himself could be in such a position. It was only after people started to talk about his mother did he start to fight back. Creed got into more fights than he could count, and lost just as many, but he never backed down, he would defend his mother's name, no matter what. He went home most nights with scars and bruises where his mother would lecture him on how he should ignore the taunts.
By the time he was eight, two things that would change his life would happen to Creed. The first, was that his father had somehow found his mother at her job, the second, Creed was showing signs of being a wizard. The former left Creed a bit bitter. He'd heard the story of what had happened to his mother. Often times he'd blamed himself for being born. The meeting for the father and son had not gone well, especially when one would consider that Creed's father had another son, Torrin. Creed didn't dare hold his tongue as he pointed out how his father was the cause of all his mother's grief. However, Creed was seemingly ignored, for his mother seemed happy to see Fredrick, and Torrin, who had never known his mother, seemed happy at the possibility of having one.
It wasn't long before Ester and Fredrick were married and in order to provide Creed with an education, they moved to England in hopes that Hogwarts would give Creed a chance to start over and make something of himself. Creed somewhat agreed. He didn't like that his father had gone out and had another kid. He didn't like that his mother had suffered because of the soldier, and he didn't like that they were pretending to be one big happy family, or maybe he just wasn't welcomed. Going to Hogwarts seemed like a good idea, when compared to the false life he was living. Maybe it was jealously, but after his father came into the picture, Creed swore he'd fallen into the background.
Once at Hogwarts, Creed quickly adjusted, despite a few things, like being unable to read everything that the others could, ratty books, and clothes that he wouldn't have given to the poorest person. Even with that being said, it was nice to have full course meals, friends, and a valued education. Once a bitter child, Creed was growing into a confident young man. He started off on a bumpy path when it came to classes, but he soon got the hang of it, even spending countless nights in the library in hopes of bring up his grades and secretly staying after class to better understand the classwork. DADA becoming his favorite because he was allowed to duel, which was as good as it got to muggle fighting. Hogwarts became home and Creed found a place where he belonged. Lower class or not, here he was a wizard and that was enough for him. And anyone who has a problem with where he came from or who he is, may just as easily regret their taunts, because at heart, behind that smile that he always wears and that confident walk, is a storm just waiting to be unleashed.
NAME: Blake
AGE: 20
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 7
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF LOVE?: Yes
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RP TERMS UNDER RP: ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW?: Yes
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: The Zombie Apocalypse Support Group
DATE: 07/21/14
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Creed stood in the Entrance Hall, his usually smiling expression long gone and a scowl was plastered across his face. He'd just left Transfiguration and of course with his luck he was failing miserably. The class was ridiculously hard in his opinion and there was no way in Merlin's name would he be able to pass at this rate. Studying was something he didn't normally do for Transfiguration because he hated the class, but right now seemed like a great time to start. Maybe one of his friends would be able to help. Creed swallowed back his pride at the thought. Asking for help was something he hated doing. It was like going back to being a kid and begging on the streets for spare knuts.
Creed clenched his jaw. "Whatever," he mumbled under his breath. "I'd rather retake that class before I dare ask anyone for help, ever again." He started towards the Group Commons. He'd just take some time out of his day to study. How bad could it possibly be? Enter the large room he found himself among many students. There was far too much noise, but he had no intentions of going to the library. Creed sighed lightly. It was going to be a long day.
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