CREEVEY, nathan

[nathan creevey]

NATHAN DAVID CREEVEY
hufflepuff, sixth

>> the puppetmaster

NAME: Lindsay
AGE: Fourteen
GENDER: Female
CONTACT: PM, please.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
HOW DID YOU FIND US: I have no clue, xD. Some advert.

>> introductory information

FULL NAME: Nathan David Creevey
NICKNAMES: None.
DATE OF BIRTH: November 9th
AGE: Sixteen
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
WAND: 13 inches, reed, veela hair core, swishy.
BROOMSTICK: None.
PETS: A pug named Zero

>> a look in the mirror

HAIR COLOUR: Dirty blonde
EYE COLOUR: Blue
SKIN COLOUR: Pale
HEIGHT: 185 cm [ I think that's right... I'm not too familiar with the metric system, xD]
WEIGHT: 75 kg [ Once again, I think that's right.]
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The facial hair along his chin grows rather quickly.
CLOTHING STYLE: Uniform to professional.
IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTION: The boy stands at 6’1”, taller than most of his peers, well, tall enough to see over crowds of fourth years. Nathan is skinny and somewhat muscular; he doesn’t have a six pack, but his stomach is toned and tight, as are his arms. He’s kind of lanky looking, awkward in the way of appearance. His body is disproportional, his head is smaller in comparison to the rest of his body and his arms are a little too long. But somehow he still manages to get called ‘handsome’ and ‘hot’ by the females – and some males – around Hogwarts. Nathan doesn’t really care much about his appearance, he’s thankful for what he has, but he’s not flaunting himself.

Shaggy blonde hair dangles in front of Nathan's semi-thick eyebrows. Its technical color would be golden honey blonde, but plain old blonde works swimmingly for him. All he does in the morning is comb it out and shake his head around, creating the ‘I just woke up look’ that most girls crave. Actually, it pretty much always looks like he just woke up, because he doesn’t care much about his hair; it’s just protein after all. His dark blue eyes don’t gleam in the light nor have a hidden story behind them, they just enable his vision. His facial features are rather blunt against his pale skin; high cheekbones and a strong jaw line.

Nathan's attire is usually just his school uniform or professional clothing. He has a theory; look successful, act successful, be successful. Some find it odd, but when Nathan is dressing casually, his outfit usually consists of tight clothing; he just thinks it looks nice on him. He’ll also wear lounge clothes, but only when he's in his dorm or the common room. Nathan wasn't one to go out in his bloomers, ever. He’s not too special to look at, but beneath his plain Jane exterior a heart beats to its’ own tune.

CHARACTER PLAY-BY: Martin Groedem

>> a leopard can’t change its spots

LIKES: cinemas, the muggle life, cookies and milk, water guns, suckers, anything a seven year old would enjoy, friends, girls, loud music, having a good time, tight clothes, smiling, giving hugs.
DISLIKES: liars, mean people, being sad, drama, stereotypes, seeing his friends hurt, how mean people are to muggleborns
STRENGTHS: playing the saxophone, being himself, listening to people, having fun, making situations seem better, giving good hugs, and cheering people up
WEAKNESSES: way too emotional for his own good, he can get into bad moods very quickly, sometimes he isn't very fun, he falls for his friends sometimes, he hates confrontation, he gets headaches a lot, he likes to skip class
AMBITIONS: "I'd really like to work at Zonko's after I graduate. It just seems like a place where I could have fun all day. Or a daycare center, I really like kids."
FEARS: never being loved, death
QUIRKS: being a dork, giving hugs to everyone, smiling a lot, striking up random conversations with people, acting like a little kid


PATRONUS: Black lab
AMORTENTIA: freshly backed cookies, strawberry shampoo, and mascara


IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTION:
Nathan David Creevey is the perfect best friend. He's fun, he's a good listener, he's not a back stabber, he's very loyal, and he will always be there for anybody who needs him. In many ways, Nathan is like a dog; man's -- or in his case females -- best friend. Most of his friends are girls, but that's only because they are easier to talk to than guys. He honestly only has about seven friends that are males. He doesn't mind being around girls all the time though, he's with the prettiest girls in school, they tell him things, and he can figure out what girls look for in a guy. I'd say that's a nice plus, eh? Though he is with girls all the time, he has never had a girlfriend. Sure, he'll have crushes on girls, but no female would ever think of him in that way. He's the best friend, the boy next door, the guy that girls cry to after some other boy broke their heart. Yeah, he's the guy that's always there, but never the guy.

He really is a kid at heart. He'd rather have a squirt gun fight then play a game of Quidditch or Rugby. He'd choose cookies and milk over tea and scones any day. If you give him a sucker, he'll give you a kiss; unless you have a boyfriend or you're a guy. Never would Nathan hurt someone or make someone upset. He has more feminine qualities than masculine ones, but he's okay with that. He doesn't need to spend six days a week in the gym to feel like a man and be proud of himself, he can feel that way by climbing a tree with a cute girl or stealing jeans from the girls' dorm. A lot of people judge him by the way he dresses, but by doing that they are missing out on getting to know him. Honestly, who cares if all his clothes are tight and he's always with girls? Locky isn’t gay, though he has been asked about his sexuality on more than one occasion; he doesn't mind people of the homosexual orientation, that's just not how he rolls.

Nathan is very emotional, probably too emotional for his own good. Everything he does comes from his heart. He is constantly flashing his teeth at people in the form of a smile. When he hugs people, he’ll rub their back, hold them tightly, and whisper into their ear. Any advice that he gives is truthful and comes from the heart. Nothing really bothers him, but when something does, he can get sad really quickly. And when he is in one of his depressed moods, there is no room for joking. It doesn’t, however, take a lot to cheer him up. Nathan likes being happy too much to remain in one of his sad moods. If he’s sad and one of his friends hugs him and tells him everything’s going to be okay, he will believe them. He will pretty much believe everything that he is told which kind or sucks because when he’s lied to, he doesn’t even know.

The boy really enjoys playing the saxophone and boy can he play! He has what musicians call ‘perfect pitch’, if he hears a note he can tell you what it is without even seeing it played. Musically talented, yes, but does he show off about it? No. Nathan is kind of shy when it comes to his talent, which is probably the only thing he has ever been shy about. Those who have heard him play find the music soothing – some girls have called it serenating – but he only really plays for his friends. He is super friendly and enjoys meeting new people, especially those who become his friends. He isn’t one to walk up to a large group and introduce himself though, he is intimidated by large numbers because he doesn’t want to be judged immediately, plus he likes to get to know people one on one.

Nathan absolutely hates drama, liars, and labels. He really doesn’t see the point in starting shit with someone when you could actually end up being good friends. As for labels, don’t judge a book by its cover. Actually, that is probably his mantra because it is so true about almost everyone he meets. Why judge someone by the way they dress? That doesn’t reflect anything about their personality at all. He doesn’t like liars because that is how he always ends up getting hurt. But he doesn’t dwell on it because people are people, they will always end up lying, so he just tries to move on with his life. And drama, do people plan this shit? Seriously, do something better with your time. Nathan David Creevey just doesn’t have time to deal with stupid people/shit in his life when he could be having fun.

>> thicker than water

PARENTS: Dennis and Laura Creevey
SIBLINGS: Paul Creevey, hufflepuff 7th
OTHER FAMILY: n/a

NATIONALITY: British/Russian
ACCENT: British

WEALTH: Poor

IN-DEPTH HISTORY:
Dennis and Laura met one faithful evening at a bar in the heart of muggle London. Laura, who had recently moved to England from Russia, was completely wasted. She got upset over something, started crying, and sat in the back seat of someone’s car. Luckily, that person wasn’t a deranged psycho or a rapist; he was an ordinary wizard that had just graduated from Hogwarts. He didn’t even know that Laura was in his car until he got back to his apartment. Let’s skip the ‘dirty’ details and say that it was love at first sight. It wasn’t long after that night that the pair started dated, got hitched, and had Nathan. Not the storybook romance, but it was a good enough story to get Nathan to stop fussing and go to bed every once in awhile.

The couples first child, Paul, brought them such joy. He was a good boy, though a little troublesome at times. The following year, the birth of their second son brought more happiness, but some concern. You see, they had some financial problems. They had enough to get by, but no money for extras of any kind. Dennis did get some financial help from a man who had been very dear friends with his brother before he died, but sometimes it wasn't enough to have three meals a day. Their children grew up skinny, but they had good morals. Nathan always got Paul's seconds, but wasn't one to complain. It wasn't a big deal, being poor I mean, but sometimes Nathan would get jealous of his peers that were a little more well off than he. They had second hand everything; robes, school supplies, you name it. The one thing that Nathan bought new was his saxophone, but that took him three years of odd jobs to save up for.

Nathan grew up learning not to look at what people had, but who they were. He got a lot of shit at school, being muggleborn and all, but Paul was always looking out for him. It seemed like whenever Nathan was getting into a spot of trouble, Paul would be running around the corner, coming to the rescue. That got Nathan the reputation of a sissy, but he didn't mind because Paul was the person that he loved most. Paul was everything that Nathan aspired to be; good with girls, popular, athletic, nice, and smart. But Nathan was content enough with himself to know that it was okay.

When Paul was accepted to Hogwarts, his parents were already aware of his going, so it wasn't such a big deal. For Nathan, however, they were surprised. He never had showed signs of magic, but he had been accepted and proven magical. Dennis and Laura sent him off immediately, hoping that he would be in Hufflepuff like his brother, but she never told him that he couldn’t bring Zero, his dog. So that day when he arrived at Hogwarts with Zero on a leash, the Headmaster almost wet herself. Dogs, apparently, weren’t allowed at Hogwarts without a legitimate reason; Zero being the only friend Nathan had, besides his brother, wasn’t reason enough. So they sent the dog home and left Nathan a weeping, confused, and sad first year.

During his second year, nothing much happened. Except Nathan started making lots of friends, mostly with girls, he broke someone’s broom – accidentally! – And he grew a few inches in height. His third and fourth years were also quite uneventful, he just continued to find himself. During his fifth year, he managed to sneak Zero into Hogwarts, which didn’t end too well. He got suspended for three weeks and was forced to remain in his dorm during that time period, this made Nathan realize that he wasn’t above the rules. Right after his suspension, his skin turned green, and he was diagnosed with dragon pox, yuck. Other than his temporary walk on the wild sign, Nathan has been trying to make the most out of his Hogwarts career. And he was sure going to make his sixth year the best one yet. Why not go out with a bang?

>> moral education

FAVOURITE SUBJECT[S]:
LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECT[S]
AVERAGE MARKS:[O, E, A, P, T]
- ANCIENT RUNES, P
- ARITHMANCY, T
- ASTRONOMY, A
- CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES, E
- CHARMS, A
- DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, E
- DIVINATION, O
- FLYING, P
- HERBOLOGY, E
- HISTORY OF MAGIC, A
- MUGGLE STUDIES, O
- POTIONS, P
- TRANSFIGURATION, A

>> what now?

MEMBER TITLE: `` down and to the left
ANYTHING ELSE: neh.

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE: This was from a site that was first person, but I'm capable of writing in third, so yeah.

I woke up to a loud crash coming from somewhere in the kitchen, so much for a good night’s sleep. I sighed heavily, contemplating whether or not I should get up and check on my Mother, Trish, or not. I figured I might as well, I didn’t want her to burn herself on the stove or anything, but then I shook my head; we hadn’t paid the gas bill in weeks, she’s not in any real danger. “Angela!” I heard her crazed voice call to me from the kitchen. Shit, I was in for it now.

I pushed back the quilt and hastily got off the mattress on the floor that I like to call my bed. I noticed that the over-sized tee shirt that I’d been wearing to sleep since I was five was starting to look a little too short on me. I shook my head once more; it was just my Mother and I at home, nobody was going to see me in it anyway. Where I was raised, you can’t afford to have people stay over for the night, every scrap of food was needed to feed those that lived in the house and there was hardly enough for Trish and I to get by. We’ve always managed though. Somehow, we’ve always gotten by. Usually it’s her keeping a job for a week, asking for an advance, then quitting. Or I take another job on top of the one I already have at the Wal-Mart down the street. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about my life or anything, I just wish Trish could kick her cocaine habit and keep a job for more than a few days. Things were so much better when Daddy was here, or at least that’s what I’m told.

Yeah, Trish always tells me about the great Jordan Newman. The war hero who never came back after he was sent overseas. But I know better, I’ve seen my records at school, I know where the ‘great’ Jordan Newman really ended up; jail. He never signed up for the war, but he pretty much signed his death slip when he got into dealing. The idiot got caught and left Trish and I poor, broke, and hungry. But who am I to complain? Who am I to judge? I’m just sixteen after all, in two years it’s adios, and my ass will be on the street. Shit happens, you know?
A loud beeping and the thick smell of smoke invaded my senses and scared the hell out of me. She had done it again, I figured. Trish had started another fire. I grabbed a dirty towel off the floor and ran into the kitchen, which didn’t take too long considering we live in a one-bedroom apartment. The first thing I noticed was my Mother sitting in a lawn chair at the table, smoking a cigarette with a huge smile on her face. “What the hell is going on?!” I hollered, beating at the flames on the stove with the towel that I had grabbed from my room. “Are you on crack!?” A rhetorical question, of course. I knew that Trish was heavily addicted to cocaine, but I thought that little quip might snap her out of her daze.

“It was a little chilly in here, I figured I would start a fire.” She answered my first question in a nonchalant tone, it was times like those I was positive that she was absolutely crazy.

“Well maybe if you paid the electric bill we would have some goddamn heat!” I shouted, anger laced in with every word that came out of my mouth; there was no way I’d be awake at school tomorrow. I was still in partial shock that Trish would do this to me, again. No, this wasn’t the first time I had woken up to a fire somewhere in the apartment, but I guess that was her way of getting attention from me. There was no way she was honestly starting fires without a hidden intention.

“Excuse me?” She had put out her cigarette on the corner of the table, something I’d probably get blamed for when she was sober. I turned to see Trish standing close to me, too close. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, I could tell by the smell of her that she had been smoking weed all day. A clump of white powder was visible under her left nostril, she had just done a line, no wonder she was acting like she was mad.

“Forget it,” I huffed as I turned to leave the room, the fire had been put out, I might as well try to go back to sleep. “But next time, try to keep the fires to a minimum, okay?”

She stared at me, a blank stare, like she didn’t know who I was or something. The next thing I knew, she was lying down on the couch and crying about how she missed Jordan. I rolled my blue eyes, the ones that looked almost identical to Jordan’s, or so I’ve been told, and returned to my room. I did manage to get some sleep, but it wasn’t long until my battery-powered alarm clock was ringing in my ear. Great, another day of being lectured about how I could ‘reach the stars’ and ‘get out of such a bad neighborhood’. Please, like that will ever happen. There’s a saying around here and so far, I’ve never seen it contradicted; once in the projects, always in the projects.

[alyse montague]

Yes, I love him!

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