Post by Roosevelt and Audio Jordan on Dec 13, 2008 21:42:45 GMT -5
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(( RooseveltGredJordan ))
"Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I’ve gone identity mad!"
Full Name»»
Roosevelt (Svelte) Gred Jordan.
Date Born»» [/b]
June 9
Age»» [/b]
Seventeen.
Year»» [/b]
Seventh.
Gender»» [/b]
Male. He’d be glad to streak for you and prove it.
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]
Svelte likes the ladies. A little too much. He likes cheesy pick-up gets per week.
Pet/s/»» [/b]
He’s got a pitch black cat named Bynx. She pretty much only likes Svelte, and Audio when she’s in a good mood. In most cases, he spoils that cat more than most of his girlfriends.
Blood Status»» [/b]
Pureblood.
Wand»» [/b]
13’, Avery wood, Kelpie hair core.
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personality.
personality.
First Impression»» [/b]
Svelte’s one of those people that can come off as arrogant and laidback in the same move. Then there’s that goofy, crooked smile that’s plastered on his face that sends Professors’ eyes rolling like the first wheel. He just happens to be like that - you can tell by looking at him that he's trouble, but in the fun sense. He's got that goofy little smirk about him that always make you think he's about to turn around and say, "Got ya!" He's charming in that way, without really meaning to. He flirts with the girls, makes them laugh, and they're all his. There is no stopping this suave guy from having his fun, be it with the girls, pranking, or otherwise.
Self Image»» [/b]
Svelte knows he’s funny. He knows he’s good-looking. He knows he’s charming. And he loves every second of it. Some call it cockiness, he calls it selective realism. Though, of course, it is never arrogance. Svelte is very particular about that - he is never arrogant, simply confident. Of course, the only reason he says this, is because he knows some girls have serious issues with vain jackasses. He'll change little bits of him, if only for his girls. But, all in all, he views himself as a successful ladies' man, with amazing prankster skills, a great body, and grades he doesn't give a damn about. How could life get any better, right?
Positive Traits»» [/b]
- Charming. Svelte is incredibly charming, unlike some of his more gawky ancestors. He’s comfortable, and very gentlemanly if you catch him at the right time. He compliments, he kisses hands, he is persuasive, and very, very hard to resist.
- Laid Back. Svelte is comfortable in his surroundings. He doesn’t need to be on the go all the time, or have everything in one strict order. He likes things done on his own time table, and without any hurry.
- Courageous. Svelte is brave. He sticks up for himself and defends himself and those he is loyal to. Fights are not beyond him, and he will shrug off his at-ease attitude immediately if the need arises. However, he can also be courageous to the point it becomes stupidity.
- 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 liv eup 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.
- Self-sufficient. Neither of the twins really give a shit about grades. However, that does not mean they do not know how to care for themselves. Taking up a legacy from advice via George, they have started making their own inventions to sell to the other students. Of course, they aren’t allowed to sell WWW, because, well, then George wouldn’t be making a profit and Jordan Sr would be mighty pissed at that.
- Intelligent. Regardless of laziness and preoccupation, Svelte is quite smart, if he put his nose to the grindstone. But since he knows what he’s doing with his life and really couldn’t care less, he doesn’t even try in most classes, or annoys the professor so bad they fail him. Or other goofy antics like charming exams and such. He puts all his brain cells to developing products and schemes, instead of studying for that big test in DADA.
Negative Traits»» [/b]
- Lazy. If Svelte doesn’t want to do something, he’s not going to do it. If the homework doesn’t interest him, don’t count on it being done. An activity has to sound remotely good to him in order for him to even consider it, much less do it. The only thing he shows any semblance of actual hardwork toward is inventing new pranks and jokes for both he and Audio and George.
- Detached. For certain things, Svelte really doesn’t feel emotion on the subject. Like, if a one night stand tells him she hates him. So? He didn’t care about her anyway. Or if a professor he failed a test. Again. Well, he’s got a job no matter what so why does it matter? Svelte can be charismatic and gentlemanly to a girl – if she doesn’t ask much of him. If commitment starts coming into play, he hits the road. No one’s really sure if he’d like one and is scared of it, or just not into it.
- Rash. Going with brave, sometimes Svelte crosses the line into sheer idiocy. He’s the type of person that’ll throw himself in front of a spell in the name of chivalry – especially if it’s a girl and it’ll impress her. But if someone messes with his family or friends, suddenly it’s offense and you better get the hell out of the way.
- Persistent. He loves it when a girl plays hard to get. He adores it. Usually, the girls do too. It gives them a self-confidence boost when he follows them around campus, skipping his own classes, and it gives him a great sense of satisfaction when they decide they want to play with him. Because, unlike most other guys, he enjoys being played around with, and the girl he is chasing ought to, too. But otherwise, Svelte might come off as charmingly annoying. Only he can pull that off, you must admit. When a girl turns him down, he always comes back. There is no shaking him. At all.
- Nosy. Don't whisper around Svelte. It is not advisable. He will bug you all month if necessary to find out the latest gossip. It amuses him – he honestly doesn't care, really. Just the stupid mistakes people make are hilarious to him. The over-reactions are the complete opposite of him, as is all the drama. Usually, it's one of his girlfriends that starts the drama, right? He's content to lay back and watch them thrash it out. But, even if it is only bemusing, why let it go unnoticed? Sometimes, dirt comes in real handy later.
- Impulsive. Svelte believes he has instincts for a reason. If you have them, you use them. If life gives you lemons, make orange juice. He goes on impulse. If he gets the urge to do something, he will. He will not hesitate – if there opportunity arises, expect Svelte to be there.
Likes»» [/b]
- Girls.
Of course? What’s not to like? - Pranking.
Call it bad influence by G. Weasley. - Bynx.
That cat has been with him since second year, and he loves it to death. - Charms.
It’s one of the few classes he tries in, sheerly for the reason it’s useful for creating new products. - Hats. Any kind.
It’s an odd quirk of his. He loves throwing on a hat to go with an outfit. Especially ones with weird patterns. Or fedoras. - The color red.
Just one of those things you decide in kindergarten. - Quidditch.
Svelte doesn’t understand people who don’t. - Friends.
Who doesn’t? His friends are his life. - Enemies.
He loves his friends, but enemies are far more fun. Svelte and Audio like to refer to these as ‘test subjects.’
Dislikes»» [/b]
- Schedules.
Svelte’s a free spirit, and anything involved duty or necessity is a disease in his mind. - Being forced to do things.
He’s a lot less likely to do something if you tell him it must be done, and he doesn’t feel like doing it. - A lot of his classes.
He’s lazy, and they don’t pertain to his future profession. - Slytherins.
They’re stuck-up, stuffy, stiff, scaly, manipulative, annoying, pricks. - Commitment.
He prefers those quick closet meetings. - Pie.
Audio thinks he's crazy. - Ophelia.
His brother's owl is a biter, and Svelte seems to always be the bitee.
Amortentia»» [/b]
Wet grass and a girl’s perfume.
Boggart»» [/b]
Audio’s dead body. Their worst fear is that one will lose the other, like George lost Fred.
Patronus»» [/b]
Bald Eagle.
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appearance.
appearance.
Height»» [/b]
6’1
Weight»» [/b]
160
Eye Color»» [/b]
Dark chocolate brown.
Hair Color»» [/b]
Black.
Skin Color»» [/b]
“I’m black...yo?”
Body Build»» [/b]
Both twins have a lean, muscular build.
Nationality»» [/b]
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]
Svelte, for being a prankster, always has a gentlemanly air about him. Hats, button-up shirts with the sleeves pushed up, and sweaters, his style gives off a different image than he actually is. The only thing that gives it away is the wild prints he sometimes throws in, and the ever present grin.
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school life.
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 :: A
- Potions :: D
- History of Magic :: T
- Astronomy :: T
- Care of Magical Creatures :: D
Favorite Classes»» [/b]
Charms and DADA are the only two classes Svelte remotely likes. Charms is extremely useful in inventing new products, and DADA is just a semi-fun class that he’s interested by and therefore tries a little harder in.
Hated Classes»» [/b]
History of Magic. He is absolutely bored to tears by it, and when he writes essays about made-up events, it doesn’t go over so well with the Professor.
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history.
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.
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Your Name»» [/b]
Ally and Marie!
Age»» [/b]
Fourteen and fifteen, respectively.
Other Characters Here»» [/b]
Jaiden Dragos, Hadyn Bryant, Mordred Deadlocke, Athena Zabini, and Fynne Claraty.
How You Found the Site»» [/b]
*shifty eyes* If we told you, we’d have to kill you.
Character's Playby»» [/b]
Sharif Rosales-Webb.
Secret Word 1»» [/b]
Dateh Eetras Now
Secret Word 2»» [/b]
Milode Vldioe
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