Title: WOOD, declan
declan wood - September 4, 2007 05:20 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ declan wood ]
[ declan wood ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: jamsiepoo
age: el 22
contact: same as last time
experience: same
how'd you find us? chels
[ w h o are you?
full name: declan zane wood
explain the names: Declan- Anglicized form of Irish Deaglán, which is of unknown meaning. In essence, the parents thought it was a cool Irish name.
Zane- Another unknown name. Maybe they cursed their first born with unknown names knowing he would be an unknown guy.
nickname: decco, (pronounced deck-o}, zaney wood, woodie.
age/year: eighteen/ seventh
house: Gryffindor
any titles?: quidditch. He is a Wood afterall.
[ show some skin!
eye color: blue
hair color: brown
skin tone: tanned
celebrity portrayal: Trent Ford
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
- + writing
+ reading
+ homework
+ the library
+ quidditch
+ eating
+ wondering around
+ chess
+ running
+ his tattoos
+ writing songs
+ painting
+ being alone
- – sitting idly
- failure
- being injured
- no homework
- people playing around in the library
- singing in public
- speaking in public
- getting bad grades
- being pursued by women
- being in relationships
- large crowds
- + quidditch
+ arithmancy
+ transfiguration
+ artistic
+ good with kids
+ his agility
- - loner tendencies
- people skills
- needing a book explanation for things
- stumbling on his words
- too stubborn for his own good
- - stumbles on his words
- can be witty when he opens up
- does a good gay voice
- + books
+ the wilderness
+ pine
+ rain
+ apple pie
- + golden retriever
- + to be bitten by a vampire or a werewolf
- Decco was walking with his family and they were having a grand ol’ time. One of Decco’s fears is to get lost and this is what happened on this rainy day. He was walking with his parents and this was when his younger brother was a baby and they were all gaga over the baby that the curious little bugger that Decco was, strayed and found himself lost. Once he realized that he wasn’t with his family anymore, he panicked and the rain started to fall harder. People were rushing around to try and find some cover and Decco ended up curling up into a ball and waiting for someone to find him. His father found him and that was the end of his worst memory.
personality:
- You know, I'd like to think of myself as a nice guy. Not one of those blokes who let people march all over them. Oh no. You know, if you come to me and need me to do something, I'll probably do it. It's no problem with me. I think I have this god awful complex that I like to please people. I often find myself saying, I aim to please. I always want people to think the best of me even though they probably think less of me because I’m the loner type guy. What can I say really? I have my close friends and that’s all I need.
With that in mind, I love me a good challenge. Don't even make the mistake in challenging me. I'll come up with some way to win even if you think that I'll never accomplish it in a million years. I can be very devious if I want. Extremely charming to boot. I could charm the pants off anything with a heartbeat. What? You want to challenge me? Come play my game. I dare ya. This is all in my head you see. When it comes down to any regular situation, I’m not that charming and I’m not devious. I just like to think I am.
Anyways, I tend to get off track when I'm talking. I'll be talking about one thing, then it'll move to another and before you know it. I'll be talking about something that couldn't be rooted back to the original topic unless you're me and you can make that stupid connection. I tend to babble when I have nothing better to do. Though, when I'm in my serious mode, then I'm a very impassive person. It's like I've put up this suit of armor and no one can get by it. On another note, I'm a very determined little fucker. Don't you underestimate me or else that may be the last thing you do. Not really. What do you take me for? Some twisted and cynical pure blood? Well, I may be cynical at times but so what.
Sarcasm. That is one of the biggest aspects of my personality. More than half the things that come out of my mouth are sarcastic. That's just my personality and it's mostly not in mean spirit. I’m usually just joking around but I can be serious when need be. My sarcasm always seems to make people laugh. I’ll make a comment and a laugh is soon to follow. I don’t try to be funny but I find that I have a natural talent at it. I hate it when people try to be funny. When I encounter them and they go off trying to tell jokes, I get that bored look in my eyes. If the person is smart then they would stop before my comments lose their playful edge to it.
What else can I say about myself... Hmm.. I'm loyal. That's for sure but everyone in this house are loyal or else they wouldn't be here. Only the strong survive. That's for damn sure and I'll make sure that everyone around me will survive. I'll gladly lay down my life if I know that someone else will live because of it. Well, I can't think of anything else to babble about. If I think of something else, I'll be sure to get back to you.
[ take a look back in time
parents: Oliver and Katie Wood
siblings:___ & ____ Wood
history:
- “I was the first born child to Oliver and Katie Wood. It was a given that a beautiful and quidditch enhanced child would come from these two. Not to toot my own horn. I know there are better looking people and better quidditch players than me but I’ll take what I can get. I don’t think there was anything special about my childhood. I had birthday parties and fantastic Christmas’ but that was about it. I didn’t have some shocking childhood where I was almost killed or my parents murdered one another after they found out that they were both having affairs. It’s ridiculous how often that is thown about. There’s nothing special about me. I have no hidden powers or secrets. I’m just your average bloke. Cept’ I got an Irish accent.
I have two other siblings. Younger blokes that I would lay my life down for. We had a fantastic childhood together. Our sibling rivalries weren’t bad. We bickered here and there but nothing to damaging. At the end of the day when we all sat down to eat supper, all was right in the world. My parents are still alive so I can always go to them whenever I need to. My dad taught me and my brothers how to play quidditch and we're basically little replicas of him.
I got my letter to Hogwarts and I was certain that I would be sorted into Hufflepuff. I certainly had the potential but luck have it, I was sorted into Gryffindor. Don’t know how. Maybe it’s my inner self that the sorting hat looks like. Not the way that I portray myself. Time went by and my brothers joined me there. I felt kind of lonely without them there. It was like pieces to the puzzle that is known as Decco Wood was missing. I finally felt complete. Boy. Don’t I sound like a douche? Oh well. That’s just me. Take it or leave it.
Now that it’s my last year, I’m finally ready to get out of here and off into the world. I don’t feel that Hogwarts is my home away from home. Ireland is my home and that’s where I belong. I think that I’d like to open a pub there. The more pubs the better eh?
[ the rest of the rest
member title: dare to move }}
pets?: tabby cat named Oscar
anything else about your character we should know?: He may not be the stereotypical Gryffindor but he is brave but not to the extreme.
other: I’m not the only one- Filter
roleplay sample:
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