Post by genimgemini on Aug 18, 2014 20:08:26 GMT -6
[ B a s i c ]
NAME Mason Ashton Blake
YEAR Fifth Year
AGE Fifteen
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 5’11”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Homosexual
APPEARANCE Mason is a slightly about average, slightly underweight, lanky twig of a boy. Mason knew, thanks to his brothers, how to stay out of people’s ways, though the taller he grew the more difficult this became.
Mason, though not necessarily unattractive, has never been one to truly believe that his body was, in the proverbial sense, a temple. He had never seen the point in combing his hair or wearing flashy clothing or the mysterious concept of table manners that has evaded him since his mother’s death.
His skin is pale and his eyes a deep brown. His skin is freckled lightly with an endearing visual across the bridge of his nose.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY The three words that his classmates would likely use to describe Mason would easily be as follows: smart, annoying, and obnoxious. Growing up with two meat-headed brothers, this would be easily explained at Mason’s first freedom and cry for attention. In truth, Mason is very intellectually smart, though in social situations he struggles to find the right words. He often immerses himself in books and games to distract himself from his dismal social agenda.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Mason is very quick, in wit and body. He does particularly well with herbology.
HISTORY Mason, Malcolm, and Matthew were the largest day of strain that Margaret Blake had experienced in her life. She had cursed her husband and his insufferable genes for allowing her to pop three children out at once. All in all, she had considered Mason, Malcolm, and Matthew a true blessing. A few days later Margaret, her three boys, and Richard ventured to their Bath home where Richard returned to work at the office of the Wizengamot.
By their joint tenth birthday, Malcolm and Matthew had become the best of friends. The two had become larger, more brutish than Mason, and, of course, brotherly bullies to their other brother. Mason clung to his mother, hiding himself behind her and behind the many books that she gave him.
Their tenth birthday also marked the year that the Blake family relocated to London to allow Margaret to take a part time job at Rosa Lee Teabag in Diagon Alley.
By their third year Margaret had passed away leaving Mason heartbroken.
ANIMAGUS FORM N/A
HOUSE Ravenclaw
WAND 9 ½”, Dragon Heartstring, Willow, Unbending
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS Allergic to cats (medicated), afraid of heights.
DAY OF BIRTH 26 August
PETS None
FAMILY
Malcolm Blake – 15 – Gryffindor – Brother (triplet)
Matthew Blake – 15 – Gryffindor – Brother (triplet)
Richard Blake – 52 – Warlock employed by the Wizegamot – Former Gryffindor – Father
Margaret Blake née Ashton – deceased – Former Ravenclaw – Mother
PATRONUS FORM N/A
SAMPLE RP Prefect. Prefect Mason Blake was still in shock. The owl had arrived weeks ago yet the young man had made it his priority to keep the badge with him at all times. Even then, as he and his two lug-like brothers bid adieu to their father and boarded the train to begin their fifth year at Hogwarts, Mason had the pristinely shined badge tucked neatly away in his front pocket, away from the thick muscles and low brain cell count of his ogre-like brothers.
Malcolm and Matthew split off from Mason as soon as they had set foot inside the hallways of the scarlet steaming Hogwarts Express. Mason didn’t mind, he had things to do. He and his brother hadn’t ever been close. After their mother passed on they had grown even further apart. Mason was sensitive; Malcolm and Matthew were, in Mason’s opinion, meatheads.
Time to get changed… Mason thought to himself with a relieved sigh. This year was important. O.W.L.’s, being a prefect, having a real chance at the Quidditch Championship, and (as he was every year) Mason was determined to make friends—friends enough to find a way out of London for the summer. It was selfish. Mason pondered the thought as he traveled into a compartment to change into his robes. Fifth year prefects had the lovely privilege of first round train duty. He pinned the badge onto the front of his robes and let out a sigh. Patrol duty. Kind of a drag.
He slipped out of the back compartment and began the simple and lonesome trek down through the corridor, stopping once to stop a pair of second years from planting a pair of stinking razzwhomps into their sleeping companions robe pockets. After confiscating the small plastic gems from the boys Mason continued his lonesome trek through the halls.
Mason bit his lower lip—a habitual tick of his—as he glanced through a window and viewed an odd amalgamation of students. A tall, primped looking older Gryffindor male, a tiny Gryffindor girl, and the Helstrom girl who had always skeeved Mason out for one reason or another. He turned just in time to see Quinlan, whom Mason was familiar with from the quidditch team, disappearing into an empty compartment. Mason turned back to the window.Weird group. Mason thought to himself before retreating from the window and continuing to the end of the train.