Post by Jason Scotts on Nov 18, 2014 23:41:20 GMT -8
Name:
Jason Alexander Scotts
Age & Birthday:
30 | 20 March, 1978
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Personality:
Jason was your average insecure teenage guy. To cover his insecurities as to who he was as a person, Jason often put up a tough front, but if he got to spending time with people, he often found it difficult to keep up and just let his defenses down and just acted like himself, a fairly nice, somewhat egotistical boy.
He often closed up around older men, not wanting anyone to perhaps take the role of a father figure for him. He had had enough of his step father trying to step in and do that.
Quidditch and years of getting away with fooling with another man's wife (well, up until Brian went and got himself killed eight years ago) has only strengthened his attitude, making him more than a bit full of himself after several good victories in which he played a key factor.
He plays the part of comforter or lover to Jamie whenever he is in town or if she decides she needs him and apparates to him. Granted, the comforting part is a little too mushy for him, but he does it just because he finds her worth it. Besides, what guy wouldn't pass up a chance to hold a pretty girl in his arms? Of course, he's not fond of her crying, makes him feel like crying, but he usually manages not to have a trace of that on his face, in his eyes, or in his voice.
Height:
6'0"
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Brown
General Appearance:
Jason is what some might consider the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, but with some form of attitude. He doesn't care that he's thirty-one. Figures age shouldn't force you into wearing a certain type of clothing so long as you have the body to wear whatever you want. Perhaps that's one of the reasons he's been one of the few kept on the London Quidditch team while most of his team mates have been fired. He has muscular shoulders, arms, calves, tight abs, strong back...all from working out and Quidditch practice.
His skin is fairly smooth, the only real major scar being one across his back from his left shoulderblade down a ways from being shot from behind by Sectumsempra (managed to get a shield up quickly as he'd been expecting it) a few years ago after a run-in with another Death Eater who had some issues with him. Jason just let it be, figuring his days as a Death Eater were far behind him, not wanting to be turned in as result. Doesn't mean he won't let himself be seen without a shirt, however.
Wand:
mahogany, 11" flexible, unicorn tail
Pet:
Owl named Gremlin, fondly dubbed 'Peanut' or 'Peanut Brain'
Worst Class(es) were:
Potions, Transfiguration
Best Class(es) were:
Herbology, Charms, Flying
Special Ability:
None
Special Item:
None
Occupation:
Keeper on London's Quidditch Team, Death Eater
Marital Status:
Involved
Children:
Hah! No way...but I do have to pretend to like her two brats.
History:
Jason has attended Hogwarts all his school years, having much incentive to make himself do well academically (i.e. he'd have a size nine chasing after him, if he didn't.), which ultimately earned him the position of prefect when his fifth year came around. He does fairly well all around in whatever classes he takes, but he does best in Herbology and Charms, finding those the most interesting subjects in the school.
Anyway, back to the beginning. Jason was born to Jonathan and Jennifer Scotts, a happy newlywed couple who lived just outside the muggle village of Little Hangleton. He was hardly a year old when his brother Joshua was born and then only three when his sister Joan was born. However, things started to get complicated around that time, his parents always arguing, and overall stress level running high in the house. Jason had been quite terrified by all the yelling, hiding under his new 'big boy bed' whenever he'd hear it, screaming his head off for a few minutes, ultimately crying himself to sleep. It was only a matter of two months before his dad left home and Jason never saw him again. His mother was dejected and depressed for the next few months; Jason can't recall her ever smiling. Well, that was, until this new guy started coming into the picture when Jason was seven. He just couldn't understand who the hell this guy was and what he was doing there, trying to act like a dad to his brother, sister, and himself. It was annoying him, and this new guy, Joe Johnson, was restricting his play time, trying to make his mum make him help her around the house, overall starting to act like the father figure Jason hadn't had for four years of his life.
Things didn't get much better when Jason's half sister Jillian was born the next year, and it got worse after he left for Hogwarts, though the man did give incentive to do well academically. Teen years only proved there was no chance, which has his mum basically at her wit's end, not wanting to leave her new husband but wanting to console her oldest son.
In his sixth year when all the attacks begun to take place, Jason wasn't too sure what to think. He believed the attacks took place, but all the same, he didn't exactly believe that Voldemort was back, not even when Potter, two years his junior, came back with Cedric's body. He had no problem with Umbridge as far as not being allowed to mention Voldemort, though he preferred to actually do something in DADA. He hated sitting there like a bump in the log. He was just glad Flitwick still let them do things and McGonagall.
The year was pretty much the same as any other on the social front, though he did pretty much confirm his foolish attitude, making enemies with Evie after the holidays, and during the holidays starting a relationship with the rumored Slytherin harlot Jamie Seams behind her boyfriend's back. He's done his best to continue the relationship after leaving Hogwarts, but seeing as he'd been busy with Quidditch and she'd been at school, that was sort of out of the question.
Due to an injury in Quidditch and the need to do something gentler than real games and practice for rehab, he went back to Hogwarts eleven years ago, offering flying tutoring for Quidditch and just flying in general. He lived in Hogsmeade for the most part, which proved rather convenient.
After that year was over, he went back to the Quidditch team, reclaiming his spot as Keeper. He was pleased to see Jamie join as seeker soon after, having had hers and Brian's little brat, Nikki. The two fooled around, Jamie apparently not having changed yet. Jason to this day still has no remorse. If Brian had ever found out, he'd have just been like 'Oh well. Yeah, I'm screwing your wife. Have a problem with that?'
But now, the past eight years, he's been pretty much not concerned with anyone finding out. Sure, if the older girl were to find out that he'd been doing more than comforting Jamie and had been doing that since before she was born, there'd be trouble, but all the same. He's not too worried about that. As far as he's concerned, he's pretty sure they've been careful enough.
Jason was wandering through his old hometown of Little Hangleton when he came across the Riddle Mansion. Thinking it abandoned and rather intriguing in looks, he decided to go explore within. The door was left open and it was layered with dust, save select trails, which he thought odd, but hey...probably just from some other people doing the same thing he was. He followed the trail that seemed most travelled, up the stairs, to the right, to a mahogany door with a brass handle that was oddly more polished than anything else. He reached out for it, thinking he heard voices, which he found absolutely a crazy idea.
Opening that door proved to the be worst choice he ever made, but he found himself actually not regretting it as that mark was made in his skin. He could handle a lot, and he figured his Quidditch would keep him away. What he disliked was having to hate Jamie around those people, but he managed, especially since there were a few girls around he didn't quite mind showing off for or catching the attention of. He's been laying low ever since Voldemort's demise. He's pretty confident his days as a Death Eater are over, but, as he's about to find out, fate has a funny way of changing things....
Role-play Sample:
[From the original site]
This late in the year finding a student in his common room relaxing seemed to be a rare thing. Even Fred and George had seemed to disappear, something strange about that. He wasn't even sure what had happened to that chick that hung around them. Last thing he'd heard, she and that Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain had got engaged. He'd not really been paying attention at the ball, but he had heard that announcement. He was too busy putting up his normal front to really care, and now NEWTs were coming up in a about four months, and the work load was really beginning to pick up. Why, in Transfiguration alone he had a twenty-four inch essay on metamorphmaguses, a fifteen inch essay on what he had learned in Transfiguration over his seven years taking it, and a ten inch essay on something of his own choosing (he hadn't decided yet) all due three days in a row --one Monday, one Tuesday, and one Wednesday. McGonagall never let up on work. Potions hadn't been much better, nor had Defense Class. Stupid Snape and Umbridge. Charms was about the only thing that had lessened up on homework, and he was just glad he'd not continued Herbology or Care of Magical Creatures. Waste of time, he considered those classes.
However, despite the immense amount of work piling atop his shoulders, Jason Scotts was not worried, not in the least. He'd cram as usual. Always worked best, he figured, when he was under pressure, gave him a sort of rushed air about him. So, here he was, sprawled out across the couch, tossing a snitch up and catching it over and over. He'd made that his past time over the years, even if he was keeper. Figured it was more flashy than throwing a quaffle up and down, better suited his style. It seemed to be working. Some of the girls were looking his way, and Jason simply pretended not to notice despite the giggles and whispers he was hearing coming from the table where most of the seventh year girls were studying. Some fifth years across the room were even glancing over, but he could care less about them. In fact, he was so busy enjoying himself that he didn't notice that one person in the group of seventh years was beginning to get annoyed...or at least a bit miffed.
All Jason knew was that he was fairly glad that Hermione was nowhere in his line of vision. She'd probably be getting onto him for not setting a good example for the younger years, even though she herself was only a fifth year. He and Hermione rarely got along.
Jase glanced over at the table of girls, tossing the snitch up again and turning his eyes back to the snitch just in time to see....
Password 1: Me ish admin.
Password 2: Don't have to.
(Translation? Your admin forgot)
Accepted!
Jason Alexander Scotts
Age & Birthday:
30 | 20 March, 1978
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Personality:
Jason was your average insecure teenage guy. To cover his insecurities as to who he was as a person, Jason often put up a tough front, but if he got to spending time with people, he often found it difficult to keep up and just let his defenses down and just acted like himself, a fairly nice, somewhat egotistical boy.
He often closed up around older men, not wanting anyone to perhaps take the role of a father figure for him. He had had enough of his step father trying to step in and do that.
Quidditch and years of getting away with fooling with another man's wife (well, up until Brian went and got himself killed eight years ago) has only strengthened his attitude, making him more than a bit full of himself after several good victories in which he played a key factor.
He plays the part of comforter or lover to Jamie whenever he is in town or if she decides she needs him and apparates to him. Granted, the comforting part is a little too mushy for him, but he does it just because he finds her worth it. Besides, what guy wouldn't pass up a chance to hold a pretty girl in his arms? Of course, he's not fond of her crying, makes him feel like crying, but he usually manages not to have a trace of that on his face, in his eyes, or in his voice.
Height:
6'0"
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Brown
General Appearance:
Jason is what some might consider the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, but with some form of attitude. He doesn't care that he's thirty-one. Figures age shouldn't force you into wearing a certain type of clothing so long as you have the body to wear whatever you want. Perhaps that's one of the reasons he's been one of the few kept on the London Quidditch team while most of his team mates have been fired. He has muscular shoulders, arms, calves, tight abs, strong back...all from working out and Quidditch practice.
His skin is fairly smooth, the only real major scar being one across his back from his left shoulderblade down a ways from being shot from behind by Sectumsempra (managed to get a shield up quickly as he'd been expecting it) a few years ago after a run-in with another Death Eater who had some issues with him. Jason just let it be, figuring his days as a Death Eater were far behind him, not wanting to be turned in as result. Doesn't mean he won't let himself be seen without a shirt, however.
Wand:
mahogany, 11" flexible, unicorn tail
Pet:
Owl named Gremlin, fondly dubbed 'Peanut' or 'Peanut Brain'
Worst Class(es) were:
Potions, Transfiguration
Best Class(es) were:
Herbology, Charms, Flying
Special Ability:
None
Special Item:
None
Occupation:
Keeper on London's Quidditch Team, Death Eater
Marital Status:
Involved
Children:
Hah! No way...but I do have to pretend to like her two brats.
History:
Jason has attended Hogwarts all his school years, having much incentive to make himself do well academically (i.e. he'd have a size nine chasing after him, if he didn't.), which ultimately earned him the position of prefect when his fifth year came around. He does fairly well all around in whatever classes he takes, but he does best in Herbology and Charms, finding those the most interesting subjects in the school.
Anyway, back to the beginning. Jason was born to Jonathan and Jennifer Scotts, a happy newlywed couple who lived just outside the muggle village of Little Hangleton. He was hardly a year old when his brother Joshua was born and then only three when his sister Joan was born. However, things started to get complicated around that time, his parents always arguing, and overall stress level running high in the house. Jason had been quite terrified by all the yelling, hiding under his new 'big boy bed' whenever he'd hear it, screaming his head off for a few minutes, ultimately crying himself to sleep. It was only a matter of two months before his dad left home and Jason never saw him again. His mother was dejected and depressed for the next few months; Jason can't recall her ever smiling. Well, that was, until this new guy started coming into the picture when Jason was seven. He just couldn't understand who the hell this guy was and what he was doing there, trying to act like a dad to his brother, sister, and himself. It was annoying him, and this new guy, Joe Johnson, was restricting his play time, trying to make his mum make him help her around the house, overall starting to act like the father figure Jason hadn't had for four years of his life.
Things didn't get much better when Jason's half sister Jillian was born the next year, and it got worse after he left for Hogwarts, though the man did give incentive to do well academically. Teen years only proved there was no chance, which has his mum basically at her wit's end, not wanting to leave her new husband but wanting to console her oldest son.
Skip ahead a few years...
In his sixth year when all the attacks begun to take place, Jason wasn't too sure what to think. He believed the attacks took place, but all the same, he didn't exactly believe that Voldemort was back, not even when Potter, two years his junior, came back with Cedric's body. He had no problem with Umbridge as far as not being allowed to mention Voldemort, though he preferred to actually do something in DADA. He hated sitting there like a bump in the log. He was just glad Flitwick still let them do things and McGonagall.
The year was pretty much the same as any other on the social front, though he did pretty much confirm his foolish attitude, making enemies with Evie after the holidays, and during the holidays starting a relationship with the rumored Slytherin harlot Jamie Seams behind her boyfriend's back. He's done his best to continue the relationship after leaving Hogwarts, but seeing as he'd been busy with Quidditch and she'd been at school, that was sort of out of the question.
Due to an injury in Quidditch and the need to do something gentler than real games and practice for rehab, he went back to Hogwarts eleven years ago, offering flying tutoring for Quidditch and just flying in general. He lived in Hogsmeade for the most part, which proved rather convenient.
After that year was over, he went back to the Quidditch team, reclaiming his spot as Keeper. He was pleased to see Jamie join as seeker soon after, having had hers and Brian's little brat, Nikki. The two fooled around, Jamie apparently not having changed yet. Jason to this day still has no remorse. If Brian had ever found out, he'd have just been like 'Oh well. Yeah, I'm screwing your wife. Have a problem with that?'
But now, the past eight years, he's been pretty much not concerned with anyone finding out. Sure, if the older girl were to find out that he'd been doing more than comforting Jamie and had been doing that since before she was born, there'd be trouble, but all the same. He's not too worried about that. As far as he's concerned, he's pretty sure they've been careful enough.
Nine years prior...
Jason was wandering through his old hometown of Little Hangleton when he came across the Riddle Mansion. Thinking it abandoned and rather intriguing in looks, he decided to go explore within. The door was left open and it was layered with dust, save select trails, which he thought odd, but hey...probably just from some other people doing the same thing he was. He followed the trail that seemed most travelled, up the stairs, to the right, to a mahogany door with a brass handle that was oddly more polished than anything else. He reached out for it, thinking he heard voices, which he found absolutely a crazy idea.
Opening that door proved to the be worst choice he ever made, but he found himself actually not regretting it as that mark was made in his skin. He could handle a lot, and he figured his Quidditch would keep him away. What he disliked was having to hate Jamie around those people, but he managed, especially since there were a few girls around he didn't quite mind showing off for or catching the attention of. He's been laying low ever since Voldemort's demise. He's pretty confident his days as a Death Eater are over, but, as he's about to find out, fate has a funny way of changing things....
Role-play Sample:
[From the original site]
This late in the year finding a student in his common room relaxing seemed to be a rare thing. Even Fred and George had seemed to disappear, something strange about that. He wasn't even sure what had happened to that chick that hung around them. Last thing he'd heard, she and that Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain had got engaged. He'd not really been paying attention at the ball, but he had heard that announcement. He was too busy putting up his normal front to really care, and now NEWTs were coming up in a about four months, and the work load was really beginning to pick up. Why, in Transfiguration alone he had a twenty-four inch essay on metamorphmaguses, a fifteen inch essay on what he had learned in Transfiguration over his seven years taking it, and a ten inch essay on something of his own choosing (he hadn't decided yet) all due three days in a row --one Monday, one Tuesday, and one Wednesday. McGonagall never let up on work. Potions hadn't been much better, nor had Defense Class. Stupid Snape and Umbridge. Charms was about the only thing that had lessened up on homework, and he was just glad he'd not continued Herbology or Care of Magical Creatures. Waste of time, he considered those classes.
However, despite the immense amount of work piling atop his shoulders, Jason Scotts was not worried, not in the least. He'd cram as usual. Always worked best, he figured, when he was under pressure, gave him a sort of rushed air about him. So, here he was, sprawled out across the couch, tossing a snitch up and catching it over and over. He'd made that his past time over the years, even if he was keeper. Figured it was more flashy than throwing a quaffle up and down, better suited his style. It seemed to be working. Some of the girls were looking his way, and Jason simply pretended not to notice despite the giggles and whispers he was hearing coming from the table where most of the seventh year girls were studying. Some fifth years across the room were even glancing over, but he could care less about them. In fact, he was so busy enjoying himself that he didn't notice that one person in the group of seventh years was beginning to get annoyed...or at least a bit miffed.
All Jason knew was that he was fairly glad that Hermione was nowhere in his line of vision. She'd probably be getting onto him for not setting a good example for the younger years, even though she herself was only a fifth year. He and Hermione rarely got along.
Jase glanced over at the table of girls, tossing the snitch up again and turning his eyes back to the snitch just in time to see....
Password 1: Me ish admin.
Password 2: Don't have to.
(Translation? Your admin forgot)
Accepted!