Audio Jordan [Gryffindor, Seventh]

[Roosevelt and Audio Jordan]

(( AudioForgeJordan ))
"I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more."

Full Name»»

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Audio(Audi) Forge Jordan.

Date Born»» [/b]
June 9.

Age»» [/b]
Seventeen.

Year»» [/b]
“I’m in second, of course. I failed a few times...not really. Seventh, babe. Graduating class.”

Gender»» [/b]
Male. He, like his brother, will go streaking across the Quidditch Lawns naked to prove it to you.

Religion»» [/b]
They really couldn’t give a damn. If they die and it’s God, hallelujah. If it’s Allah...they’d attempt to speak Arabic. If it were Buddha, they’d ask where the food is. And nothing? Well, that’s why they live life.

Sexual Orientation»» [/b]
‘Help! I’m trapped inside a well and I can’t get out!...ladies.’

Pet/s/»» [/b]
Audio has a barn owl named Ophelia that’s been with him since their first year. Unlike his brother, Audio actually wanted a pet and picked one out on their first school-related trip to Diagon Alley. Ophelia’s very regal and domineering, and don’t expect her to do anything for you unless there’s a treat involved. Or a good scratch above her right wing. But only Audi knows that that works.

Blood Status»» [/b]
Pureblood.

Wand»» [/b]
13’, Yew, Kelpie Hair core

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personality.

First Impression»» [/b]
Out of the two brothers, Audio is definitely more theatrical. His movements are wide and confident, although he tends to use his head a little more than his brother. He was blessed with excessive amounts of charm, and will at least attempt to win someone over to his side with a winning smile and an aura that just puts you at ease. Unless, of course, you’re a Slytherin. Then expect if he’s being nice to you, a prank is most likely coming next.

Self Image»» [/b]
Although Svelte is cockier than hell, Audio probably is more comfortable with himself. He knows who he is, what he wants out of life, and how to get it. Life is pretty simple in his eyes, and he has absolutely no issue with his role in it. He’s funny, witty, dramatic, and has decent looks. Where’s an issue?

Positive Traits»» [/b]

• Confident. Audio can be arrogant, but he’s not nearly as cocky as his brother. Out of the two, he will more likely be found in a library –still unusual-, but hardly for schoolwork. He researches charms and other possibilities for pranks. This knowledge in itself gives him a certain swagger, because there’s all kinds of unexpected charms he can pull in a duel.
  
• Intelligent. If Audio actually worked, he could probably make top-notch grades, but instead all of it goes toward scheming. It sometimes aggravates teachers –especially in Charms- that they seem to know every spell, but fail tests like the world’s ending tomorrow.
  
• Theatrical. Svelte might be called the classically outgoing one, but Audio has a streak of pure, loud, drama in him. He uses wild hand gestures when telling a story, jumping up on tables and chairs to act out a simple conversation he’d had earlier. This is either endearing and funny, or obnoxious and embarrassing. It depends on how much you like being swept into a waltz in the middle of a crowded hallway.
  
• Funny. Both of the brothers have a natural comedic element to their personalities, actually, it’s what rather defines who they are and what their future will be. Svelte uses it to flirt, and play pranks on innocent civilians. They try to live up to the legacies of both the Marauders and Fred and George, leaving their mark on Hogwarts. After the War, Harry gave George back the Marauder’s Map, who gave it to the twins their first year –to Lee’s pride-. So, they use it to map out pranks and get around Hogwarts faster than the ghosts. Their sense of humor is a great variety, as well. They like anything from political jokes, to classic slapstick, to witty sarcasm. Anything that can bring out a smile or a groan from someone. Either reaction is appreciated.
  
• Brave. Like his brother, Audio’s a total goofball until someone genuinely messes with one of his friends. He’s quick to fire a curse, or plan an elaborate prank to embarrass the culprit, preferably in front of the entire school population. Audi doesn’t like to be talked down to, and won’t back down if someone starts insulting him.
  
  

Negative Traits»» [/b]

• Quiet. For as theatrical as Audi is, if he’s uncomfortable, Svelte immediately takes the spotlight for both of them. Sometimes he’ll simply fade into the background, leaving to go work. It’s two sides of the same coin – dramatic and shy. You never know quite which mood he’s in, it rather depends on what side that coin lands on in the morning. Usually dramatic wins out just because that's the type of person Audio is, but there is the rare occasion he gets a little shy. He gets mistaken for being less headstrong than his brother because of these occurrences, but all he's really doing is thinking. He and Svelte are like a being in its entirety - Svelte is just the mouthpiece when the time comes.
  
• Rash. Neither brother really thinks out their actions – they do what suits them best at the time. Sometimes, it works out for Audi, and it turns out impulsive was the right decision. Other times, it ends in a detention and banning of going anywhere near a ladies’ bathroom. Even as the slightly more logical of the two, Audio prefers instinct over intellect. Because if you plan, you miss all the fun.
  
• Serious. This can be both a good and bad thing, as sometimes Svelte needs a little calming down, a metaphorical kick to the rear, if you will. Out of the two, Audio is more likely to have a serious discussion with someone, although it’s still rare. However, it can put a damper on a good prank, if the brother suddenly gets too analytical. This only happens occasionally, and Roosevelt usually listens to his brother if something sounds too dangerous. Audio's the voice of reason, the drawer of the 'do not cross' line. But, rules are meant to be broken.
  
• Headstrong. Once Audio decides on a set course of action, it takes practically physical force to get him to change his mind. He has a strong issue with people telling him what to do, he’d rather try it out himself and make his own mistakes rather than someone tell a story of the same thing they had done before. However, if it does fail, Audio’s not too proud to admit defeat. He's just gotta try.
  

Likes»» [/b]

• Pranking.
  Ah, the joys of life.
  
• The ladyfolk.
  Need there be an explanation?
  
• Ophelia.
  She’s queen of the roost.
  
• Quidditch.
  Who doesn’t like whacking balls around?
  
• The color yellow.
  It’s like they knew they were gonna be in Gryffindor.
  
• Charms.
  It’s inherently useful to their career choice.
  
• Transfiguration.
  See Charms.
  
• Enemies.
  He loves his friends, but enemies are far more fun. Svelte and Audio like to refer to these as ‘test subjects.’
  
• Christmas.
  Food, family, presents.
  
• Friends.
  Extremely important facets of life.
  
• Sweaters.
  Where Svelte has hats, Audi has sweaters.
  
• Ancient Runes.
  He accidentally signed up for it, and somehow ended up really enjoying it.
  

Dislikes»» [/b]

• Authority.
  It’s a natural rebellion against being told what to do.
  
• Slytherins.
  They’re twats.
  
• Submissive people.
  He believes people need to stand up for themselves.
  
• Being underestimated.
  He’s smarter than he acts.
  
• Pumpkin juice.
  Blegh.
  
• Guys who don’t treat girls right.
  Self-explanatory?
  
• Bagpipes.
  Once, Svelte locked Audio in a room with nothing but a charmed stereo repeatedly playing the earsplitting instrument at top volume for five hours -he'd totally forgotten he'd left his brother in there-. Audio got revenge, but he still cringes at the sound of one.
  
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Amortentia»» [/b]
Musk and sandalwood.

Boggart»» [/b]
Svelte’s dead body. Their worst fear is that one will lose the other, like George lost Fred.

Patronus»» [/b]
Lion. Protective, strategic, and capable of defending itself.

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appearance.

Height»» [/b]
6’1

Weight»» [/b]
158

Eye Color»» [/b]
Dark Brown.

Hair Color»» [/b]
Black.

Skin Color»» [/b]
“I prefer ‘dark chocolate’.”

Body Build»» [/b]
Both twins have a lean, muscular build.

Nationality»» [/b]
“Canadian-Italian-Icelandic-Greenlandian-Australian-Portuguese.”
In other words, British.

Distinctive Features»» [/b]
Well, there’s another person who looks exactly like him.

Other than that, he’s got a few random scars on his body from failed experiments and resulting explosions. Other than that, he’s almost impossible to tell from his twin.

Dress Style»» [/b]
Audi has a range of clothes in his closet. The dramatic, statement clothes, the laid-back, the gentleman, whatever he’s in the mood for.

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school life.

Social Status»» [/b]
Depending on who you talk to, the twins are pretty popular. The Slytherins hate them –they tend to be targeted for experimentation-, but everyone else tends to be indifferent or absolutely adore them. It depends on if you think hot snow in the Great Hall is funny or not.

Alliance»» [/b]
TOR all the way. Their father was a big part of the War, and their namesakes too. Both boys would consider it a major betrayal to their upbringing to be anything but.

Career Goal»» [/b]
Wizard’s Wizarding Wheezes. Need we say more? They inherit it when George wants to step down.

Taken Courses&Grades»» [/b]

• Defense Against the Dark Arts :: E
  
• Charms :: O
  
• Transfiguration :: E
  
• Potions :: P
  
• History of Magic :: T
  
• Ancient Runes :: E
  
• Astronomy :: T
  
• Care of Magical Creatures :: P
  

Favorite Classes»» [/b]
Unlike his twin, Audio tends to actually pay attention in classes - even if he grades don't show it. He does decently in Charms, but secretly he really enjoys Transfiguration. DADA's up there as a given.

Ancient Runes was an accident, but somehow it ended up being one of his favorites. He's not entirely sure why he likes it, he just does.

Hated Classes»» [/b]
However, History of Magic and Astronomy don't really involve moving and flicking a wand around, so Audio gets more than a little bored. Then there's the fact he often falls asleep in Astronomy - who wants to stay up early in the morning just to see stars?

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history.

Family»» [/b]
Father :: Lee Jordan__43 y.o.
Mother :: Alicia Jordan (nee Spinnet)__43 y.o.
Godfather :: George Weasley__43 y.o.
Paternal Grandfather :: Frank Jordan__68 y.o.
Paternal Grandmother :: Hope Jordan__deceased
Maternal Grandfather :: Patrick Spinnet__64 y.o.
Maternal Grandmother :: Jane Fitzgerald__64 y.o.

Past»» [/b]
“What’cha wanna bet that Ravenclaw wins?”
“We all know they haven’t got it.”
“They suck this year! Did you see Smith? He absolutely—
“—and completely missed the last one!”
Lee held up his hands to the twins, protesting. “Yeah, Smith sucks Kelpies. But Amy Bryant and George Croxton has got Smith covered.”
“Wish Bryant had me covered,” George announced to the world, grinning ear to ear in his goofy sort of way.
“Don’t try to get off subject, mate,” Lee called him, and then challenged, “Three galleons says Slytherin’s a goner.”
“Done,” Fred agreed, just as soon as his brother laughed, “Deal.”
The first of the twins, Fred’s, smile widened even more. “But if you do lose—
“—which we all know you are -- ” George interjected.
“—then you have to name your firstborn after me.”
“Us.”
“We.”
Lee burst out laughing, holding his sides. Lee’s laugh was one of the most idiotic there was out there, and Fred and George couldn’t help laughing at their best friend. “Fine,” Lee agreed, “But if I win, then you have to name both of your kids after me and my wife.”
George snorted. “Your wife?”
“And who’s that?” Fred asked, grinning.
Lee smiled, and then, turning around, he cheered, “Go Bryant!” And screamed at the top of his lungs.
George and Fred looked at each other, and, for the millionth time that day, erupted into roars of laughter.
About An Hour And A Half Later
“Give me the money!” Fred demanded, holding out one hand to Lee.
“Yeah, man, you owe us.” George grinned, triumphant.
“Guys!” Lee protested. “She got thrown off her broom! She was the whole reason—
“Slytherin won.” George interrupted.
“Ravenclaw lost.” Fred continued.
And both said, in perfect unison, “So give us the money.”
Almost Ten Years Later
“Well, where the bloody hell is he?” Is the first thing that George said as he walked into St. Mungo's.
Lee was grinning ear to ear, though something was odd about the smile. Not necessarily a bad thing, just not his usual comical grin. “They,” he corrected, smiling. “It's a 'they'.”
It took George a moment to get it, for the statement to click in his head. “They?” He asked incredulously. “Alicia had twins?” He didn't wait for his best friend to answer, before he clapped him on the shoulder, grinning ear to ear, with his long red hair flopping in his face. “That's great, man!”
“Yeah,” Lee agreed, unable to contain his pride. “Two boys.”
“Bloody hell,” George grinned, “You're going to have your hands full.”
“Yeah,” Lee agreed, looking at his best friend. His expression, at first, was bursting with pride and happiness, but then it saddened a little. His smile faltered just a bit.
“What?” George asked, frowning. What could possibly be wrong? He had just had two sons, for god's sakes!
“Just thinking,” Lee said, scuffing his boot on the scrubbed-clean tile floor of St. Mungo's. “You know, about how Fred would have, uh,” Lee trailed off, his voice pained at mentioning George's other half, “would'a liked to see 'em.”
George swallowed, and nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed, quietly, and didn't say much else.
Lee smiled a bit, trying to lighten the mood back up. “You know you're going to have to help me with them.” He said, his smile widening again with just the very thought of his newborn sons.
George grinned. “No problem,” he said, not one to rain on Lee's finest hour.
“Yes,” Lee grinned, winking at his best friend, “Forge and Gred are going to be quite the handful.”
George didn't think he was hearing right. What...what was he...
“Go Bryant?” Lee asked uncertainly, his smile waning.

.2010.
“Make sure you put that bucket just right! Or it won’t work,” A certain red-headed George Weasley pointed out from the stairs of the Jordan house. He had no idea why his best mate actually allowed him to babysit, but hell, he was going to get vengeance. Taking on the role of ‘bad influence’ on his best mate’s kids was the least Jordan could expect. He had left the kids with the infamous Weasley...twin.

The two six-year-olds were on a ladder, balancing a bucket with the help of George’s magic right on top of the doorway. Audio looked over at George suspiciously.
“Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Of course! Did it millions of times on my dad.”
“Not Granpa!” George laughed.
“Yes, Granpa.” Both little boys looked scandalized. But soon, their goldfish attention spans righted themselves and they were back to setting up their first ever planned prank. George was really quite proud of himself. The boys had taken to the idea like it was a bowl of freshly baked cookies. They were climbing down from the ladder when George hopped down from the fourth stair and whispered,
“He’s home! Hide around the corner!” All three ran like mad around the kitchen corner, peeking out to see the effects of their masterpiece. Lee Jordan, dressed smartly in his best suit, walked through the door, and got mid-way through his, ‘I’m home!’ before the bucket tipped and a splash of hot pink magic paint landed on him. The twins roared in childish laughter. At first, the elder Jordan was completely shocked, before saying furiously,
“George Weasley! Why the hell did you corrupt my kids?!”


2015.
“'Ey boys!” Lee called from the kitchen. “C'mere, will you?”
The hurried steps of a pair of little boys reached his ears, and Lee grinned. The letters he was holding in his hand were thick, with a list of books, a recording of what his two kids would be needing for school, and a welcoming letter. He smirked, looking down at them again. He remembered when he first got his own...He had been standing in his mother's kitchen then, by the window...
“Well, you going to tell us, Dad?” Came Svelte's high-pitched voice from the doorway.
“Oh, yes!” Lee Jordan exclaimed, coming back to the present. “I have a pair of letters for you from--”
“--Hogwarts,” finished Audio, smirking heavily.
Svelte, beside him, crossed his arms, almost cocky. “We found 'em this morning, when Ophelia brought 'em in.”
“Before you got up.” Audio added on, mimicking his brother's movement and crossing his arms. “Really, Dad--”
“--keep up,” Svelte finished, grinning, as he snatched the two letters from their father's hand and scampered away, Audio hot on his heels, both boys giggling insanely.
Lee Jordan looked down at his empty hands, smiling a little. “I think,” he said quietly, talking to himself, “my boys just pulled a fast one on me.”


.2016.
“Free...kittens...for...free.” Audio read off the side of a pathetically wilted cardboard box.
“Good job. Maybe we can actually move on to three syllable words. Try...antidisestablishmentarianism. We need to work on –“ Svelte snarked.
“My reading skills? Yes, just like you need to get your brain cells to start reproducing.” A twelve-year-old Audio peeked over into the box that was falling apart on the side of the road, and frowned.
“Aw, there’s only one left.” It was a tiny black kitten, wet from the earlier rain and hunched into the corner all by itself.
“Audio, you know I –“
“Don’t like cats. Yes. But it’s –“
“Why don’t you take it since you’re so upset?”
“Because I have –“
“Ophelia. Yes. So? You’re the one about to cry –“
“Am not. Come on Svelte, it’s all by itself. I –“
“You’re such a pansy.”
“At least look at it,” Audio insisted, gesturing toward the box commandingly. Svelte took a quick glance. Well, his brother was right. It was all by itself, and rather sad looking with its wet fur and delapidated box. He’d never felt the urge to get a pet for Hogwarts, they were unnecessary and took too much care. But it was alone. As much as he and his twin snarked at each other, they were as close as close could be, and he couldn’t imagine being left like that without his sibling like the kitten. Then it turned its bright green eyes on him, and his heart totally melted into a puddle.
“Oh all right. Come on then,” He said to the tiny creature, picking it up and putting it inside his jacket to get it dry.

.2019.
Both twins lay sprawled out on the big sofa in the family room, stretched out with contented hands on their distended stomachs. Birthdays were always an enormous occasion at the Jordan home. With the Weasleys, the Jordans, the Bryants, the Spinnets, the Fitzgeralds, -and the latter of the two hated each other- and their respective friends as well as Audi and Svelte’s school friends, the house had been packed and birthday cake and other such foods had been in abundance. The only people left, -thank Merlin- were George Weasley and Family, and the Jordan grandmother, who insisted on wrapping up all of the food to eat over the next week. The mere thought made the twins groan.

Right at the inopportune moment they were about to fall into a blissful, fattening sleep the lanky Weasley sauntered in, plopping down on the wood coffee table, smack in the middle of both boys. Audio groaned, and Svelte jerked up, then grimaced.
“What the hell –“
“Uncle George? We were trying to sleep! –“
“Consider it revenge coming your way –“
“Ooh, yeah, like Plan A3.”
“Harsh. But-“
“Bloody fantastic. Mmhrm.” George interrupted with a laugh.
“Don’t think I haven’t peeked at all of your plans. I know what to expect, boys. And why plot vengeance when I’m about to give you your birthday present?”
“As long as it’s not more food.” The red head chuckled again.
“I promise it’s not more food. Look, boys, I have a proposition for you. Seeing as I trust you two to a certain extent, and definitely with products, I’m thinking you have a future job. I want you to take over the shop when I get too lazy and want to retire.” For the first time in ages, the twins were too shocked to reply. Their mouths were agape in surprise and awe, until Svelte started off the repetitive nodding.
“It’d be our honor, George. Really –“
“It’s our lifelong dream to run the shop-“
“Svelte, think of what we could do –“
“We could implement those plans in file C4-“
“They’re so marketable –“ George was forced to interrupt again.
“I’m glad you accept, now I’m going to swipe some more cake from Jane –“ He was immediately cut off with a simultaneous moan, and George walked away cackling.

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ooc.

Your Name»» [/b]
Ally and Marie!

Age»» [/b]
Fourteen and fifteen.

Other Characters Here»» [/b]
Jaiden Dragos, Hadyn Bryant, Mordred Deadlocke, Ana White/Parris, Fynne Claraty, Athena Zabini.

How You Found the Site»» [/b]
GOD.

Character's Playby»» [/b]
Sharif Rosales-Webb

Secret Word 1»» [/b]
Death Eaters Suck.

Secret Word 2»» [/b]
Extremely Moldie Voldie.
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