POTTER, Albus Severus

[albus]

{catching teardrops in my hands}

{ albus severus potter }
ONLY SILENCE AS IT'S ENDING, LIKE WE NEVER HAD A CHANCE
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MEET MISTER ( ALBUS POTTER ). BORN INTO A ( HALF BLOOD ) FAMILY ( ALBUS ) ONLY ( SIXTEEN ) YEARS OLD, ( COCKY ) AND ( CHARMING ) IT'S NO WONDER THAT RAGGED HAT PUT HIM IN ( GRYFFINDOR ).

you can take everything i am
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FULL NAME: Albus Severus Potter
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: Sixteen, March 5th
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: Sixth
OCCUPATION: Student
WAND TYPE: 13 inch, dragon heartstring, hawthorne wood

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you can break everything i am
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Albus Potter is told that he looks like his father rather than his mother. Thankfully the red hair genes had skipped him in the lineup. This Potter has shaggy, medium length, dark brown hair and blue/green eyes that always have that familiar glint of pure seduction in them. Standing at around 5’11’’, he supports an athletic frame, which he takes great pride in maintaining. His arms aren’t shrimpy, but instead somewhat muscular. He isn’t going to be the next arm wrestling champion of Hogwarts, but he isn’t weak. The boy’s abs are a work in progress. One could just barely make out the outline of his six pack muscles.

As for his choice of clothing, if Albus isn’t in class, he isn’t wearing a shirt, or it’s unbuttoned. He likes showing off what he’s been working on for years. Heck, he wouldn’t wear pants if it was socially acceptable. When he’s home alone, he walks around naked. But on the occasion that he is wearing clothes, for example when he’s out in Hogsmeade or something, he dresses with class, taking pride in his family name and appearance. The only time you’ll find him dressed like a bum in sweatpants is if he’s lounging around the common room after quidditch or before bed.
PLAY BY: ole sorensen

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go on and try to tear me down
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STRENGTHS: DADA, solving problems, getting into trouble, charming the ladies, throwing parties, having a good time out, finding completely ridiculous/stupid things to do.
WEAKNESSES: Potions, partying, addictions, curiosity, women, being rejected, still can’t color in the lines.
QUIRKS OR HABITS: licks his lips, walks around his house on his hands and tries to carry things with his feet (and fails most of the time)
BOGGART: his father telling him that he’s a failure and he has disgraced the family name
PATRONUS: Wapiti, being sorted into Gryffindor after spending a whole train ride fretting about his parents and sibling’s reactions of him being sorted into Slytherin.
AMORTENTIA: the smell of success, crisp early morning air, girl’s hair, sex, leather
LIKES: sex, quidditch, drinking, being able to cross things off of his ridiculous bucket list, working out, walking in the rain, goofing around, procrastinating
DISLIKES being rejected, the smell of dirty quidditch gear, not looking classy when he goes out, having procrastinated and then having to cram a whole assignment in ten minutes, being called Little Alby
PERSONALITY: Albus Potter could be classified as the class clown. He’s a total goofball most of the time and rarely takes anything seriously. He doesn’t really pull pranks like his uncles used to, but he still finds himself stuck in a fair amount of trouble. Sometimes he is able to charm his way out of it, but sometimes he gets stuck in detention, which he sort of just deals with. This boy has a lot of friends, mostly Gryffindors in his year, but he has some friends in the other houses, though it is less common. He is loyal to the people he cares about, ready to throw a punch and knock a bitch out if that’s what things boiled down to. He has your back.

Albus can have a bit of a temper when provoked. He doesn’t deal well with bullying or people who talk smack about his super huge gingery family. If he sees someone getting picked on, he will step in and tell the kid to back off. Don’t hurt his friends or you’ll find his knuckles flying toward your face. Also, guys who abuse girls, Albus will punch you really hard. He can’t tolerate that. No matter how much of an asshole he seems like, he has a good heart and isn’t afraid to be heard.

Yes. Albus does love sex. And women. A lot. He’s good in bed and he knows it. When the girl’s moan his name through their hitched breath, there’s nothing better. It’s a total ego boost for him. He’s a charmer, but he isn’t the kind of guy to date, sleep with you and ditch. It’s either a mutual no strings attached sort of deal or he’s fully dedicated to you. The boy doesn’t deal with rejection very well, actually he gets really angry and breaks things depending on how much it bursts his little ego bubble that surrounds him.

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i will be rising from the ground
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FAMILY POTTER
harry james potter, 42, M, G
ginny molly weasley potter, 41, F, G
half-bloods
james sirius potter, 17, M, G
albus severus potter, 16, M, S
lily luna potter, 14, F, G
HISTORY Albus Severus Potter was born on March fifh, sixteen years ago. He was named after the previous Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and the Potions Professor, Severus Snape. Life was a bit difficult due to his father's fame. People were always trying to know their business. Albus didn't really mind though. He was always the photogenic kind of kid and enjoyed the attention as the middle child of the family.

Albus used to bug his father about teaching him how to play quidditch from a very young age. As soon as Harry thought he could handle the game, he bought his son a broomstick and taught him how to play. From the start, Albus had a knack for the game, but soon found that his strongest position was as a chaser, like his mother. He isn’t the star of the team, he’s actually quite average, he just looks sexy doing it. The boy doesn’t mind getting down and dirty if it’s needed.

The boy, of course, wasn't a squib, so received his letter of admission from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at age eleven with his older brother already in the school. A few years later, Albus's little sister, Lily, was enrolled. Albus's grades were pretty good, nothing like his Aunt Hermione's used to be, but she was exceptional. The boy preferred to focus on his social life and quidditch anyway, while maintaining average grades. Schoolwork always came after hanging out with his friends.

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to watch me while i bleed
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ALIAS: Spidey
AGE: Sweet sixteeeeen
TIMEZONE: Eastern
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Artemis Todd’s opened abruptly when she began to feel the intense heat on her pale skin. It wasn’t just the weather. Flames exploded around her, flicking up at where she had been sleeping. Panic and fear flooded the girl’s big blue eyes as she scrambled around trying to find her things, but the flames had already devoured her bag. Fire surrounded her, blocking every way out. The girl began to shake; her legs became restless as she moved around to try to find her way out. The only thing she hadn’t hooked a cable up to was the brick building, but she was weak, only one arm was functional and her leg wound was still in the process of healing, but it was her only way out.

Artemis worked her way over to the brick wall and pulled herself up into the ground level windowsill. The bricks were burning hot. She felt blisters forming on her hands and bare feet as she worked her way higher. The pain caused tears to escape from her eyes, but she bit her lip and shook it off. It took quite a while for her to reach the windowsill that was above the top of the electric barbed wire fence. As soon as she got there, she propelled herself with the aim of landing on the other side, but she didn’t have enough strength in her legs, almost, but not enough. Her torso made it over, but her legs grinded across the wires, but that wasn’t even the worst part of that; it was the split second of electricity coursing through her body that affected her the most. She hit the floor, curled in a little ball. Artemis heard her fractured collar bone snap upon impact. Everything in her head went black as her body convulsed in the dirt, but the odds were in her favor. After minutes, the violent twitching stopped and everything went still, even the air around her. She gained control of her muscles, but remained on the floor motionless for a while until she felt the flames licking at her toes. Slowly the girl pulled herself to her feet and dragged herself away from the fire into the heart of the city.

Holding her elbow close to her chest, Artemis arrived at the site where this whole mess started, where she had her first taste of pain and suffering, the first time she saw true animosity among kids. She saw souls leave bodies right here in this square and hoped that they were finally resting peacefully somewhere. They were put out of their misery, some earlier than others. She didn’t feel remorse for one specifically, but for them as a whole and their families. Back at the Capitol, Artemis didn’t attach herself from anyone. She didn’t want to because she knew that at one point everyone would turn on each other. No one was safe.

The girl’s vision was blurred, but she managed to see the fuzzy outline of two figures. Artemis blinked until what she saw sharpened, until the edges were clean cut enough for her to recognize them. Avalon, the girl who she had met in the training arena, the girl who expressed interest in her, comforted her with words. Then there was Ivy from District seven. Artemis only knew of her through what she observed from a distance. She was cruel, heartless, the one who drove a knife through Avalon’s lover without hesitation. Words pierced her head as the tall blonde from District ten screamed up into the clouds and drove a knife into her own stomach. Artemis squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t watch it, she just couldn’t. This was too much, causing a teenager to take their own life, causing teenagers to take each other’s lives; it was all wrong, all backwards. She inhaled deeply and tried to comfort herself with her thoughts. Avalon was off to her own little island, a peaceful place where she could rest undisturbed.

Artemis heard Ivy call her name and drop all of her weapons onto the dusty, blood stained concrete. She dragged herself forward; fresh blood still seeped from her shins, trailing behind her as she moved. The clothes on her body could barely be considered clothes anymore with the state that they were in. Her shoes and hoodie were gone; pants and shirt were both in shreds. Her hands and feet were red with blisters from the fire and her once beautiful, caramel colored hair was frizzed and fried from the fire while her left collar bone was cracked, hanging at an awkward angle, being held to her side. A strip of her shirt was tied tightly to her upper thigh, concealing a knife wound from the cornucopia. Artemis listened to Ivy as she spoke, tears piling up on the edge of her eyelid, threating to spill over and stream down her red burned cheeks. “I-I can’t do it,” her voice cracked even if she was practically whispering. Her throat was dry. It burned from inhaling the smoke earlier that morning. The girl’s mind was racing at a mile a minute, her thoughts crashed and collided. She twitched violently twice, still feeling the electricity pulsating through her system.

The thirteen year old looked at the weapons on the floor between herself and Ivy. Everything scattered before her, every little thing, she had been deprived of throughout the games. She didn’t want to cause anyone else pain, her heart couldn’t do it. Artemis had already been responsible for one kid’s death, two was just too much for her to handle. Tears blurred her vision and she tried to blink them away, feeling the salty liquid burn her already fire-touched cheeks. She had to do it out of mercy. She had to put the girl out of her misery, convincing herself it was the right thing to do. The girl picked up one of the knives and stepped toward her. She had nothing to say to the camera. Her brain just couldn’t formulate words. The thirteen year old paused a foot away from the girl and looked up at her with her eyes that were as clear as diamonds. She saw thirty days of pain and suffering, loss and grief, all things you shouldn’t see in the eyes of a seventeen year old. Artemis stepped forward, tears flowing down her face like rivers and wrapped her arms around the girl’s midsection, embracing her in a hug. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to her just before she drove the knife through her. The warm, crimson liquid burned her blisters, as if someone was holding a thousand lit matches to them, but she did not let go of Ivy. She felt the life leave the body in her arms and gently rested her on the floor, practically collapsing herself. For a moment she sat there with her arms still wrapped around the corpse. It was all over. The little girl from District three was the last one breathing, barely. Her pulse was weak; she was covered in blood, dirt and soot. Artemis gently closed the girl’s eyes before rolling away. She lay there on her back and tilted her head to face her last kill. It pained her. “I hope you’re all happy,” she spoke, her voice scratchy, but audible. Those were her last words before everything went blank.

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