Post by Arianna Donstorfe on Sept 6, 2013 0:36:01 GMT -5
Basics
Name:Harold "Har" Nicholas Allen
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Desired House/Staff Position: Gryffindor
Year: Fourth
Race: Caucasian
Weight/Height: 5'9 (sure to grow into some height)
Pet: A gray spotted owl named Fredrick
Magic
Wand Type Apple and Abraxan Hair 10 1/3"
Patronus
Bat
Favorite Class/es:
- Care for Magical Creatures
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Charms
- Herbology
Least Favorite Class/es:
- Potions
- History of Magic
- Divination
Personality
Likes (3+)
- Bikes (motorcycles)
- Kick boxing
- A good book
- Long walks alone through the woods
Dislikes (3+):
- Truly arrogant people
- Chocolate
- Mermaids
Strengths (3+):
- Love
- Sarcasm
- Herbology
Weaknesses (3+):
- Temper
- Trust
- Divination
Physical Description:
He stands about 5'9 over in the doorway, taking in at a glance he seems reasonable enough. His gruff appearance couldn't be that menacing, he just looked like another ornery school boy. Shirt half untucked and falling from his shoulder stood his swooping jacket that should of course be hooked on him and his warm brown hair tossed with an air of unknown arrogance. Keen green eyes look on with mischief cornered in each wide black pupil kind of like a bob cat ready for the kill. A slender and lean body give him a good advantage in looking quite intimidating.
Personality Outline:
Too much can be said here about this "poor" boy's condition since he isn't quite the sweetheart you'd like to find out and about but he sure is out and about! His green eyes are keen with the wit of any intelligent young man, and sure he could certainly pass them up but why bother? He doesn't generally care to show how much he really know since he figures it isn't anybody else's business as long as he just keeps his grades up. Aside from that he is just mischievous all over like any other teenage boy, chasing girls and causing trouble and getting knocked right down by both. If he can be caught off guard he is actually quite a fine young man but that would just be boring to say.
Background
Mother:
Saville Amy Allen, 38, Auror
Father:
Shaun Oliver Allen, 40, lawyer
Country of Origin: London, England
Heritage: Half-blood
History:
Sure he is going to grow up to be quite the man but he never and still doesn't see that coming. Ever since he was young he couldn't quite figure out why him and his mom and dad were all alone all the time. No one at Christmas or Easter, no one putting candy in his stockings or coming over with a nice duck roast. He'd watch each year as an elderly woman was helped out of a small little car, away from the winter ice and bundled up by a group of wild wiry haired little heathens. The matriarch just laughed it off each year and stepped through those doors to a warm light filled with smiles and songs of joy and praise. Maybe it was weird that he would always watch out his window but he was pretty well alone those days and it was the little comfort he got, like he was a part of that magical moment when she walked through those doors to all those warm arms and cheers. In his own house it never was a holiday, his father, a very successful lawyer always seemed to be called away and his mother always had some mysterious business to attend to; so after the neighbor door closed he'd turn to his little army men and put them in their places for the celebration to begin. Over so much time he began to make elaborate hats and a tree out of little things he found, he adorned it with ornaments and a star and it seemed to just light up the whole room or maybe it just lightened up his mind.
Time went by and he had noticed that the old matriarch came by more and more and he couldn't help looking out for her now. He knew a time or two that she saw him and he had thought no harm in this thing but he always ducked away like he was up to no good at all. Soon he would rise up again and watch for the rest for every visit she made seemed to be like its own little holiday. It finally came to Christmas Eve and he decided to bring his army men family downstairs by the fireplace for a real kind of celebration with crackers and red grape juice. He started with his quite little songs as he began to decorate his own little tree that sat sternly on the ground like it was itself was an green army man. Not a smile came to his mouth but inside something about not feeling so alone made him feel warm inside. As he sat in his stillness, adjusting his little green army men, stationing them with merry hats on their heads he heard a quiet knock come to the door. The peculiar sound may nearly have spooked him so he slowly rose to his feet and swept to the door noiselessly and peered through the window. There was a spot of gray-white well done curls adorned on a head that was all too familiar in the circumstance of the holiday. Gently he opened the white-framed door and peered out cautiously and saw little fiery gray happy eyes great him.
In her hands was a basket that smelled of warm fresh bread as he knew it. Her smile was only complimented by her gentle but almost forceful voice as she introduced herself in a peculiar way, "Oh dear don't look so frightened! You are the one in fact that is always peering out your little window at my son's house!" That smile never faded as she held the basket close to her in the chill of the air, "I just came here because of that! I always see you looking so sad and as I don't know and maybe shouldn't have brought some Holiday tidings!"
He didn't really know what to say but he knew he had to say something instead of letting her stand in silence out in the cold, though he did believe she could speak for the both of them and more. Out in the cold! Why he was letting this poor old woman stand out in the brisk air of winter! How would he ever be a gentleman if he said he let her catch something fierce? With a slight gesture he welcomed her in, "Come in please, out of the cold even for a second," he said, his green eyes growing with concern, hoping she didn't take offense to this.
She actually rushed in and shoved the basket into his arms and as he closed the door astonished she rushed to the warmth of the hearth. There she saw the little tree and army men dancing there in the middle of the floor as a celebration. A sad smile crossed her face and warmth came from her vanilla chapped and wrinkled lips, "I see you are celebrating the holiday as well my dear."
He didn't exactly rush into the room with embarrassment but set the basket slowly on the counter and stood, hands in pockets and nodded, "Yeah, it ain't much but I say it is a jolly occasion, we were singing songs just now," he then reached over as she rose and offered her a seat, "Would you like some grape juice and crackers? I can't really make anything but I can offer that."
A seat wasn't taken but instead she shook her little bundled haired head, "No dearest, I must leave now, I only came to wish you good tidings," her eyes looked back sad at the scene as she was shown to the door kindly. As she reached a few steps out the door and he began to close it gently a brown cane swung in and smacked that door like the world was just ending! It gave him quite a fright but he pulled the door open, wide green eyes looked on as she looked at him with a fiery air, "Now boy, you know "ain't" isn't well enough grammar and letting an elderly woman like me to walk over to that ice could be the death of me! It may only be a few feet but that is twenty miles to me! Now you trying to kill me? I'm already got little time anyways but I don't wanna go anywhere on the Holidays, that is just miserable so I have to almost demand that you guide me over there."
He didn't know what to say, he just stood there and awe at this feisty woman who seemed to have way more mischief than he would ever believe. Both of them stood there a while until she tapped her foot as furiously as it would allow, "Now come on now! Get your winter coat and get along child."
That night he scurried out and helped her across the road and ended up hearing his own cheers and roars that made his heart grow. The white framed door was closed to his house now and for a long time, leaving those little green men alone with that now silent scene. He was too happy for these good celebrations that he got to be a part of, feeling like he just gained an adopted family and as if the old matriarch was his own. It was like a dream come true or a story book he read when he was so much younger but it was all his. Around his third year in Hogwarts the old matriarch seemed to be dwindling, still fiery with fury but dwindling with no doubt. In that summer she came again but this time some gloom seemed to be in that doorway and all he felt to do was to watch from his window again. Not until a pound on the door came did he really know, he heard it too late that her good heart and spirit were flying away. He rushed over as quickly as he could and poured out by her bed and grabbed her soft aged hand. Just both of them sat in a quiet and warm room, quiet for more than a moment but silent communication went on all the while.
She finally squeezed his hand and brought it to her lips and gave it a soft motherly kiss, "Oh dearest child don't you fret over me, you saved me one night at least! But come now a young wizard like you shouldn't look so gloomy," she whispered with an ornery smile. This remark caught him so off guard until he couldn't really help but just stare at her in real awe. The kind old woman just started laughing hoarsely, "You thought I didn't know? I had my speculations but that just proved it if nothing else did," her laugh now turned into a warm smile, "Honey, I may be a dud but I still remember at least. Now I got something for you, to remember me and I don't want to hear a word from you about it just take it to your heart that you're always a part of my family and every Holiday you need us for," she slowly pulled from the cherry bed drawer a gold painted little army man with the most delightful red hat on with white and gold trimming on it and holly leaves all about and such a gold puff ball on the tip that was too magnificent, "Here my dearest young one. Just remember me by it so I can go to a better holiday, ain't it something?"
Not long after that the family moved and he was back to his own, watching that vacant door every holiday, not being able to help his wishful thinking that maybe those doors would open again with that warm orange light and laughing and happy voices singing and welcoming her in. His heart grew bitter without her and sorrowful for the only kind heart he had truly ever known with no need to take but only to give.
Name:Harold "Har" Nicholas Allen
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Desired House/Staff Position: Gryffindor
Year: Fourth
Race: Caucasian
Weight/Height: 5'9 (sure to grow into some height)
Pet: A gray spotted owl named Fredrick
Magic
Wand Type Apple and Abraxan Hair 10 1/3"
Patronus
Bat
Favorite Class/es:
- Care for Magical Creatures
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Charms
- Herbology
Least Favorite Class/es:
- Potions
- History of Magic
- Divination
Personality
Likes (3+)
- Bikes (motorcycles)
- Kick boxing
- A good book
- Long walks alone through the woods
Dislikes (3+):
- Truly arrogant people
- Chocolate
- Mermaids
Strengths (3+):
- Love
- Sarcasm
- Herbology
Weaknesses (3+):
- Temper
- Trust
- Divination
Physical Description:
He stands about 5'9 over in the doorway, taking in at a glance he seems reasonable enough. His gruff appearance couldn't be that menacing, he just looked like another ornery school boy. Shirt half untucked and falling from his shoulder stood his swooping jacket that should of course be hooked on him and his warm brown hair tossed with an air of unknown arrogance. Keen green eyes look on with mischief cornered in each wide black pupil kind of like a bob cat ready for the kill. A slender and lean body give him a good advantage in looking quite intimidating.
Personality Outline:
Too much can be said here about this "poor" boy's condition since he isn't quite the sweetheart you'd like to find out and about but he sure is out and about! His green eyes are keen with the wit of any intelligent young man, and sure he could certainly pass them up but why bother? He doesn't generally care to show how much he really know since he figures it isn't anybody else's business as long as he just keeps his grades up. Aside from that he is just mischievous all over like any other teenage boy, chasing girls and causing trouble and getting knocked right down by both. If he can be caught off guard he is actually quite a fine young man but that would just be boring to say.
Background
Mother:
Saville Amy Allen, 38, Auror
Father:
Shaun Oliver Allen, 40, lawyer
Country of Origin: London, England
Heritage: Half-blood
History:
Sure he is going to grow up to be quite the man but he never and still doesn't see that coming. Ever since he was young he couldn't quite figure out why him and his mom and dad were all alone all the time. No one at Christmas or Easter, no one putting candy in his stockings or coming over with a nice duck roast. He'd watch each year as an elderly woman was helped out of a small little car, away from the winter ice and bundled up by a group of wild wiry haired little heathens. The matriarch just laughed it off each year and stepped through those doors to a warm light filled with smiles and songs of joy and praise. Maybe it was weird that he would always watch out his window but he was pretty well alone those days and it was the little comfort he got, like he was a part of that magical moment when she walked through those doors to all those warm arms and cheers. In his own house it never was a holiday, his father, a very successful lawyer always seemed to be called away and his mother always had some mysterious business to attend to; so after the neighbor door closed he'd turn to his little army men and put them in their places for the celebration to begin. Over so much time he began to make elaborate hats and a tree out of little things he found, he adorned it with ornaments and a star and it seemed to just light up the whole room or maybe it just lightened up his mind.
Time went by and he had noticed that the old matriarch came by more and more and he couldn't help looking out for her now. He knew a time or two that she saw him and he had thought no harm in this thing but he always ducked away like he was up to no good at all. Soon he would rise up again and watch for the rest for every visit she made seemed to be like its own little holiday. It finally came to Christmas Eve and he decided to bring his army men family downstairs by the fireplace for a real kind of celebration with crackers and red grape juice. He started with his quite little songs as he began to decorate his own little tree that sat sternly on the ground like it was itself was an green army man. Not a smile came to his mouth but inside something about not feeling so alone made him feel warm inside. As he sat in his stillness, adjusting his little green army men, stationing them with merry hats on their heads he heard a quiet knock come to the door. The peculiar sound may nearly have spooked him so he slowly rose to his feet and swept to the door noiselessly and peered through the window. There was a spot of gray-white well done curls adorned on a head that was all too familiar in the circumstance of the holiday. Gently he opened the white-framed door and peered out cautiously and saw little fiery gray happy eyes great him.
In her hands was a basket that smelled of warm fresh bread as he knew it. Her smile was only complimented by her gentle but almost forceful voice as she introduced herself in a peculiar way, "Oh dear don't look so frightened! You are the one in fact that is always peering out your little window at my son's house!" That smile never faded as she held the basket close to her in the chill of the air, "I just came here because of that! I always see you looking so sad and as I don't know and maybe shouldn't have brought some Holiday tidings!"
He didn't really know what to say but he knew he had to say something instead of letting her stand in silence out in the cold, though he did believe she could speak for the both of them and more. Out in the cold! Why he was letting this poor old woman stand out in the brisk air of winter! How would he ever be a gentleman if he said he let her catch something fierce? With a slight gesture he welcomed her in, "Come in please, out of the cold even for a second," he said, his green eyes growing with concern, hoping she didn't take offense to this.
She actually rushed in and shoved the basket into his arms and as he closed the door astonished she rushed to the warmth of the hearth. There she saw the little tree and army men dancing there in the middle of the floor as a celebration. A sad smile crossed her face and warmth came from her vanilla chapped and wrinkled lips, "I see you are celebrating the holiday as well my dear."
He didn't exactly rush into the room with embarrassment but set the basket slowly on the counter and stood, hands in pockets and nodded, "Yeah, it ain't much but I say it is a jolly occasion, we were singing songs just now," he then reached over as she rose and offered her a seat, "Would you like some grape juice and crackers? I can't really make anything but I can offer that."
A seat wasn't taken but instead she shook her little bundled haired head, "No dearest, I must leave now, I only came to wish you good tidings," her eyes looked back sad at the scene as she was shown to the door kindly. As she reached a few steps out the door and he began to close it gently a brown cane swung in and smacked that door like the world was just ending! It gave him quite a fright but he pulled the door open, wide green eyes looked on as she looked at him with a fiery air, "Now boy, you know "ain't" isn't well enough grammar and letting an elderly woman like me to walk over to that ice could be the death of me! It may only be a few feet but that is twenty miles to me! Now you trying to kill me? I'm already got little time anyways but I don't wanna go anywhere on the Holidays, that is just miserable so I have to almost demand that you guide me over there."
He didn't know what to say, he just stood there and awe at this feisty woman who seemed to have way more mischief than he would ever believe. Both of them stood there a while until she tapped her foot as furiously as it would allow, "Now come on now! Get your winter coat and get along child."
That night he scurried out and helped her across the road and ended up hearing his own cheers and roars that made his heart grow. The white framed door was closed to his house now and for a long time, leaving those little green men alone with that now silent scene. He was too happy for these good celebrations that he got to be a part of, feeling like he just gained an adopted family and as if the old matriarch was his own. It was like a dream come true or a story book he read when he was so much younger but it was all his. Around his third year in Hogwarts the old matriarch seemed to be dwindling, still fiery with fury but dwindling with no doubt. In that summer she came again but this time some gloom seemed to be in that doorway and all he felt to do was to watch from his window again. Not until a pound on the door came did he really know, he heard it too late that her good heart and spirit were flying away. He rushed over as quickly as he could and poured out by her bed and grabbed her soft aged hand. Just both of them sat in a quiet and warm room, quiet for more than a moment but silent communication went on all the while.
She finally squeezed his hand and brought it to her lips and gave it a soft motherly kiss, "Oh dearest child don't you fret over me, you saved me one night at least! But come now a young wizard like you shouldn't look so gloomy," she whispered with an ornery smile. This remark caught him so off guard until he couldn't really help but just stare at her in real awe. The kind old woman just started laughing hoarsely, "You thought I didn't know? I had my speculations but that just proved it if nothing else did," her laugh now turned into a warm smile, "Honey, I may be a dud but I still remember at least. Now I got something for you, to remember me and I don't want to hear a word from you about it just take it to your heart that you're always a part of my family and every Holiday you need us for," she slowly pulled from the cherry bed drawer a gold painted little army man with the most delightful red hat on with white and gold trimming on it and holly leaves all about and such a gold puff ball on the tip that was too magnificent, "Here my dearest young one. Just remember me by it so I can go to a better holiday, ain't it something?"
Not long after that the family moved and he was back to his own, watching that vacant door every holiday, not being able to help his wishful thinking that maybe those doors would open again with that warm orange light and laughing and happy voices singing and welcoming her in. His heart grew bitter without her and sorrowful for the only kind heart he had truly ever known with no need to take but only to give.
