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Name: Irvine Carter.
House: Gryffindor
Heritage: Questionable. Irvine was adopted. Although, he is believed to be a Pureblooded wizard.
Favorite Subjects: Charms, Muggle Studdies.
Despised Subjects: Defence Against the Dark Arts. (He would rather be 'doing something useful then learning how to pick a fight'.)
Favorite Teacher: None, yet.
Hated Teacher: None, yet.
Status: Underage.
First Magical Encounter: Irvine was raised around magic. As of such, his exact first magical encounter would be his first day in the orphanage.
Dreams and Aspirations: Irvine hopes to be journalist, or an auther, so that people will hear his opinions and take them to heart. Regardless of that desire, Irvine's always had a love for the written word, and would also like to be a fiction auther.
Physical Appearance: Tall for his age, Irvine is very attractive. Always one to smile when there's no real reason to. His light brown hair is often neatly brushed, giving him the look of someone who cares for their head-fur. Although, one detail that sticks in the mind about Irvine is that he's always wearing the same pair of gloves.
Friends: None, yet.
'Enemies': None, yet.
Fears: Irvine isn't really afraid of much. Although, one thing he is afraid of would definatly be bugs. He's absolutely, unquestionably terrified of bugs. Insectophobia, some would call it. Even he isn't sure where this fear sprouts.
Personality: Irvine's friendly, outgoing, and likeable. He's a typical optimist, almost always seeing the good in a bad situation. If he fails an assignment, he'll just say, 'Well, there's always next time'. He does, however, seem aloof at times, giving him some manner of depth. Although, almost anyone would say that Irvine's a complete freak. Frightening to other people his age, and terrifying to people younger. Although older people may just find him was scary as a B-grade horror movie.
History Of Irvine:
Irvine never knew his parents. He doesn't even know why he had to be raised in an orphanage. He would like to believe, though, that his parents are dead, and thus they didn't abandon him. As sad as that may be, Irvine grew up in the rough enviroment quickly, soon becoming a 'big brother' figure to all the children there. Though it was always like a knife in his heart to see other children, his family, being adopted and taken away.
Eventually, Irvine's turn to be adopted came. At first he didn't want to go, because he would have rathered staying with his 'little brothers' and 'little sisters'. After some persuasion, however, Irvine timidly agreed to leave with his new mother and father. Life for the boy picked up then, when he was around eight. He discovered that the two whom adopted him had already adopted five others, and thus he was still in a large family, similar to the one he had at the orphanage.
When Irvine asked his 'mother,' Mrs Carter, why she had adopted so many children, she told him she always wanted a big family, but she was infertile. The conversation was always left at that. Two years later, Irvine learned what 'infertile' meant.
Eventually, though, years after two of his brothers-by-adoption had already gone to the school, Irvine got his letter of acceptance.
Hobbies: Irvine enjoys doing all sorts of horrible things to pixies; pulling their wings off while they're still alive, putting them in bottles and then holding that bottle over a flame, or impaling them on pins. Although, he spends most of his time writing. He also enjoys making other students his age wet themselves in fear.
Irvine's themesongs: (>.>)
'Parabola' - Tool
We barely remember who or what
Came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in...
This body. This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me
Feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.
ALIVE!!
This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...
This body. This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me
Feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive
Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing
chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion
'Qwerty (Edited Version)' - Linkin Park
Your lies!
I didn't think, that I had a debt to pay
'Til they came to take what I had left away
You said you wouldn't put me to the test today
But I remember sayin' that yesterday
There was a time when your mind wasn't out of control
Every memory, every confession pourin' out of your soul
Like a pill you couldn't swallow, it swallowed you whole
Another lie hard to follow, it followed you home
And like that
Broken down, a victim of your lies
I don't know what you thought I might say
Seems like we never would talk the right way
Every other minute I fought for my place, and dropped what I made
And thought you might stay
I'm guessin' that you probably know, when your inside's hollow
And you ought to be cold
Like a pill you couldn't swallow, it swallowed you whole
Another lie hard to follow, it followed you home
And like that
Broken down, a victim of your lies
'Killing You Now' - Tool & Disturbed (Shortened.)
Take this f**king knife out of my back, now
I'm through being the laughter of your damn joke
Should've killed me when you f**ked me over
When I find you, put my hands around your neck
And start to choke
I wonna see you bleed and scream
Cry to God
'Cause I lost it all, and have to reason
To. Live. With. You.
Only He can guess what I'm gunna do to you
Just remember, I don't get mad.
I. Get. Even.
'System' - Queen Of The Damned (Sung by Chester, from Linkin Park.)
You fell away
What more can I say?
The feelings evolved, I won't let it out
I can't replace, your screaming face
Feeling the sickness inside
Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine
So many words, can't describe my face
This feeling's evolved, so soon to break out
I can't relate, to a happy state
Feeling the blood run inside
Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine
Why is everything so f**king hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think, I should be
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?
Keep on trying, I'll not die so easily
(I will not die.)
Why is everything so f**king hard for me?
(I will not die.)
Why is everything so f**king hard for me?
(I will not die.)
Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine.
Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine.
Last edited by Blubie on Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:55 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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