CLARK, erin xavier [[FINITO]]

[erin]

ERIN XAVIER CLARK ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Erin Xavier Clark
( NICKNAMES ) : Erin, Clark : Birthname, Surname
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Half-Veela
( AGE & DOB ) : Seventeen, August 23, 1960
( YEAR ) : Seventh
( HOUSE ) : Ravenclaw
( AFFILIATION ) : Order Member
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( PassWORD ) : Pheonix
( WAND ) : 11' veela hair mahogany, excellent for charms and transfiguration

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :
-Charms
-Transfiguration
-Muggle Studies
-Girls
-Playing the Guitar
-Acting
-MJ (guess)
( DISLIKES ) :
-Death Eaters
-Pureblood Mania
-Voldemort
-Divination
-Homework
( STRENGTHS ) :
-DADA
-Charms
-Transfiguration
-Music
-Getting out of trouble
( WEAKNESSES ) :
-Girls
-Potions
-A home cooked meal
-Divination
-Drama Magnet
( RIDDIKULUS! ) :
-His boggart has already happened *death of his family*
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :
-Getting the letter to Hogwarts
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
-Recieving the news from Dumbledore that Voldemort killed his parents and younger sister
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
-To have his family back, and to have a family of his own
( PET PEEVES ) :
-People who don't wash their hands after they use the bathroom
-Bimbos
-People that are full of themselves
-Cocky Slytherins
( KEYWORDS ) :
Smart - People have always refered to Erin as a very smart bloke. Fitting the Ravenclaw personality to a T, he's considered one of the top students of his class.
Musician - Erin is a very musical being. He loves to play the guitar and woo the girls with the heart-felt lyrics of his powerful songs.
Hardworking - Erin has always been known as both a hardworking student, and a hardworking citizen. When he makes a decision, he sticks to it, no matter how stupid it is.
Immature - Erin has a tendency to be immature, often choosing random moments in which to simply goof around or to crack a joke. Though often found annoying, his almost childish personality helps bring a sense of happiness into a world filled with sorrow and fear.
Brave - Erin is a very brave person, unnaturally so, for a Ravenclaw. He often stands up for those who cannot defend themselves, and is always there in a time of need. Though often stupid for standing up to them at times, he is not afraid to express what he believes in, and is willing to say it in front of the entire Slytherin house, despite the constant threats that follow him.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) :
Erin's hair is straight, and a mixture between sandy blond and brown, not stopping until it falls just below his jaw line. Though difficult to manage from time to time, it's often admired and envied by those who cannot seem to find a niche in their own superficial looks.
( EYES ) :
Eyes as dark and deep as the oceans, these navy orbs have been known to strike women where they stand, leaving them defensless against his charming ways.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) :
Erin has a rather straight and narrow nose, emphasised by his smooth tan cheekbones and rugged jaw line.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) :
Erin weighs around 170, standing at about 6'1. He's a rather lanky boy, thin, but muscular. Unlike what his appearance may show, this boy can pack a punch.
( ATTIRE ) :
Erin usually likes to wear white muscle shirts, when he can get away with it, or black, long-sleeved shirts and black jeans. He thoroughly looks - and can definitely pull off - the "bad boy" look, as some would say.
( SUMMARY ) :
Stated above.
( PLAY-BY ) :
Johnny Depp

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
Regina Elizabeth Clark; Fourty-Three; Deceased
John Erin Clark; Fourty-Seven; Deceased
( SIBLINGS ) :
SISTER: Joyce Anne Clark; Seven; Deceased
( OTHERS ) :
None.
( HISTORY ) :
Erin was raised by kind, gentle parents, raised into the life of a pureblood wizard and sheltered from the dangers of the world around him. As he grew older, he learned the meaning of words such as 'Mudblood' and 'Blood Traitor', 'Death Eater' and 'Order Member'. He was raised to do what was right, not what was easy, and since it had been hammered into his handsome brain, he has always stood by the right cause.

When Erin recieved his letter to Hogwarts, his parents had been extremely pleased, stating that they were "proud of him", and rushed him to Diagon Alley to get his school things. They had been even more excited when they discovered that he had been sorted into the same house as them - Ravenclaw - and was recieving top marks in his class. Soon, his sister had grown big enough to walk and speak for herself, and Erin had become the heartthrob of Ravenclaw house.

Upon entrance into his Seventh Year, however, things seem to have gotten worse than ever for the Wizarding Community. During his stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year, there have been more Death Eater attacks than ever. Erin, among many other students, had been called into Dumbledore's office to be told, at differant intervals in time, that their parents had died. Erin's parents, and his younger sister, Joyce, had been interrogated and tortured, threatened by Voldemort's most elite to either follow him, or to die. His parents had begged them to spare the life of their daughter, but they still refused to battle alongside a villian whose cause they did not believe in. They were merciless, and slaughtered them all. Like so many others who had suffered the same fate, Erin was now alone, and unsure of his future.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Erin
( AGE ) : 16
( EXPERIENCE ) : Going on 4+ years now
( CONTACT INFO ) : on my profile
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : boredom....alright, google.
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

He had no intention of staying in this evening, though he would miss his nightly gathering around the fire in the common room, catching up on daily gossip. Tonight Lucius and his friends had planned to waste a few hours rating every girl in Slytherin House by her appearance. He was quite certain it would have proven to be great fun, as there were several dogs in his year, and it would have given him an opportunity to talk at length about Narcissa Black. She had caught his eye for this week, and there was already a bet running for how long it would take Lucius to get her in bed. He smiled inwardly at the thought, Narcissa was by far the most attractive girl in his House, and all of his friends had gone through periods when they thought they could date her. But she seemed ever elusive, almost as elusive as Lucius himself, at least when it came to being in an actual relationship. Perhaps, Lucius thought, this was why both he and Narcissa might very well be the most sought after Slytherins. He smiled wickedly again. He took great pleasure in holding his popularity with the girls over his friend’s heads, always with an amusing anecdote (told at great length) about every girl he had been with, and every girl that wanted to be on his arm. Though his friends were of the top rung socially, Lucius would always best them. He would always be on top. He would always make sure it stayed that way.

Still, tonight he had chosen to abandon that pursuit, leaving behind his friends and a rather large pile up of homework (that his friends would finish for him if they did not desire a particularly nasty hex directed their way.) No, tonight seemed perfect as ever to ensure that Slytherin would be highest in House Points. Lucius had noticed on the way back from dinner that there were an unusually large number of students lingering in the corridors, and he had no doubt that a great majority of them would try to sneak off to loiter in some deserted corridor. Lucius smirked, striding up and out of the dungeons. Tonight seemed perfect as ever to put his prefect duties into full effect. He had made a point first to ask Professor Slughorn if he could patrol the grounds tonight as well because he was ‘so dedicated to upholding school rules.’ Of course Slughorn agreed without question, Lucius was a member of Slughorn’s group of special favorites, and as such was often able to persuade Slughorn into agreeing to whatever he wanted. He hoped he would find this extra privilege of use to him tonight.

But as he scanned the corridors around him, he was met with nothing but dead stillness and the pathetic flickering of torches. Perhaps he had been wrong about his fellow students’ intentions, perhaps for once, everyone was following the rules. “Ugh, someone has to be around,” he muttered to himself, setting off at a quickened, huffy pace down the corridor. Turning several more corners, and coming up empty, Lucius was almost about to give up when he spotted what looked like a first year, standing alone and looking rather confused. Upon recognizing the young boy as a Gryffindor, Lucius strolled up to him with fierce authority. “What are you doing out here? Get back to Gryffindor Tower,” he said imperiously. The boy glanced up at him, terrified and speechless. This was precisely the reaction Lucius had been seeking. “Well, if that’s how you want to be about it, five points from Gryffindor for being in the corridors after hours, and another five for disobeying me. Now get out of here.” The boy scurried away without another word. Lucius smiled with satisfaction, he could almost hear the rubies receding in the giant hourglass. But one Gryffindor would most certainly not be enough for tonight, and Lucius strode off again.

Again he had come up empty, and decided at last that he would take to patrolling the grounds, giving up the castle as a bad job. But as he reached the front door to the castle, he was met with two young Hufflepuff girls, who with one glance at the badge on his chest hurried off in the opposite direction. “Wait,” Lucius called out to stop them. Immediately they came to a halt. “Five points from each of you for being out late. Now you can go.” He waved them off nonchalantly before stepping outside. He shivered as the cool night air permeated his robes. Winter was approaching fast, and he already hated the very idea of it, and all the months of ice and snow and slush that followed. For a moment he considered going back inside, weighing the warmth of the castle to the fun of docking points from students. Ultimately, the latter won out, and he set off down the vast grounds. Yet again he had found no one, at least no one worth docking points from. He had come across a Slytherin fourth year, and ordered him back inside. Lucius knew that several other prefects liked to play this same game, and he would not have points taken from his House because of carelessness. He looked down towards the lake, the stars above reflecting in its black, rippling surface, and spotted two figures along its edge, another perfect opportunity to take points away. Perhaps he might even dock the two of them ten points for being so far from the castle. Strutting haughtily toward them, Lucius reworked the lecture he would give them both before taking a nice chuck of points away. He opened his mouth to speak upon reaching them, but noticing who the boy was he hushed himself immediately. He glanced over to the girl. She was no one he knew, so he might still take points away from her, but he wished so desperately that he could do the same for the boy. He was someone that Lucius despised immensely, a Gryffindor and a blood traitor. Too, he was Head Boy, a position Lucius thought he had deserved. This past summer, upon learning that he had not been selected for it, Lucius was given a long lecture by his father, detailing every mistake he had made, and why he had not earned it. Lucius sneered at the boy; it was his fault that Lucius’ father was disappointed in him. James Potter, it was obvious, had always gotten into more trouble than himself, and why he was ever chosen for Head Boy was a great mystery to him. “What are you doing out here, Potter?” He snapped.

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
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[``the sorting hat]

Accepted!
Welcome to Ravenclaw, where those cunning of whit and learning will always find their kind! Welcome to the site ERIN XAVIER CLARK. Now, head on over to the claims and get ready to RP! If you have any questions, please PM me or Sirius.

P.S. Love the app, dude. though the history could be a bit longer.....FINALLY A RAVENCLAW!!! lol =]