Post by Avery Gilt on Jul 13, 2010 4:45:38 GMT -5
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RP Experience: I was a hard-on RPer for 3 years about 2 years ago, but I have still kept up with my writing skills. It would be good to try RPing again!
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Basic Character Info
Full Name: Avery Havelock Gilt
Nickname/s: None
Age: 17
Blood Status: Muggle born
Occupation: Student
Education Level: Seventh-year
House: Hufflepuff
More Information
History:
~Being a muggle~
Mother- Jacqueline Rose Gilt (41) Father- Cecil Oswald Gilt (42) Sister- Edith Flora Gilt (14)
Avery was a shy boy who just wanted to do good for his parents and didn’t really get involved with the ‘bad lot’ at primary school. He was bullied a little during year 4, but got some friends to help him out. Jacqueline and Cecil are exactly the type of people who could sit in the same position day-to-day, only stopping to do the occasional house chores (which there were many of, according to their fussy nature). His Dad works for a mobile phone company and his Mother spends the money on clothes. It’s too simple, and I’m already yawning writing about it.
~Just before Hogwarts~
It is difficult when, on a very unsuspecting day in August, a yellowing envelope arrives on the Welcome Home mat in your muggle abode. Of course, at this point, the existence of the word ‘muggle’ hasn’t occurred to you yet; you’re still half-way through a bowl of coco pops. Mum picks up the post, and she’s won £150 on premium bonds so already, the day takes a strange turn and everyone’s already fitting into that sort of half-dazed state of dreamland where you’re ready to expect many more obscurities. As it happens, you slot open a letter and there’s some bloke with a weirder name than yours inviting you to magic school.
The whole process takes about a week. At first, it’s questioning and then it’s denial, shortly followed by a fantastic image of being whisked far, far away from your ordinary life to some other adventure! As his parents firmly believed this to be the work of one of his school friends, quiet Avery; on a bizarre moment of impulse, asks aloud how he can find proof of this world. Of course, he’d always thought it strange how he seemed to miraculously get whatever he wanted the most for dinner every night, as though having an invisible influence over his Mother’s shopping list. But how could he prove it? Obligingly, the magic inside of him grew more temperamental, until he managed to hover directly above his parents’ bed one night and scare them senseless.
That was proof enough for both of them.
~During Hogwarts~
In third-year of Hogwarts, Avery seemed to embark upon a very different set of rules: which happened to be that there aren’t any. The narrow-mindedness of his parents always restricted Avery from being who he wanted to be. To them there was only one certain type of person you should be: a law-abiding, middle-class, complacent hypocrite who should follow society’s expectations, get married and be completely boring. The more tea you drink, the better. Then if you go over an average daily consumption of tea drinking on a wild Wednesday, you talk about it over dinner and possibly mention it at the office. So yes, now all previous boundaries, shelling techniques, concealment of self was abolished and what came out was this smiling, happy and slightly reckless young man that is still with us today.
It’s difficult to categorise the relationship Avery has with his parents. He respects them and realises it’s difficult for them to accept his ‘specialness’, so it’s good that they’re not throwing him out on the streets. In fact, Avery is sure that his Father is secretly intrigued by the wizard world, and has probably suppressed a more flexible imagination for the sake of his comfortable marriage and spending time with his foot spa. They were obviously hippies once upon a time.
~The here and now and later on~
Mathematics was never his forte in Primary School, and even now he can’t quite work out hot much change you’d get from a galleon if you brought a packet of peanuts. However, for some illogical reason (for sometimes the Gods shrug from lack of explanation) his best subject became evident during his fourth-year. Arithmancy is fundamentally working with lots of complicated number charts which burn epileptically blue after-images in your eyes when working at seventh-year level. Fundamentally, because it’s so much more than just numbers. It’s the power that these numbers inscribe when applied correctly and, as stated, Avery has shown a natural ability for it for no reason whatsoever. Now we can all go to sleep at night comfortably accepting that, okay? Okay.
While his OWL results came back averaging A-E levels (Arithmancy achieved ‘O’ of course), he still makes sure that he does an absolute minimal amount of work so he can bloody well enjoy himself. He doesn’t really know what he’s going to do after Hogwarts.
Personality:
~Easy going and confident~
There isn’t anything that makes him angry and very rarely does he get stressed or anxious about anything. Life is too short for being pessimistic. This attitude of his makes him a very confident, outgoing person and, when prompted that it’s alright first (he prefers some acknowledgement from others before completely taking the pole), he takes the lead very well. He is very open-minded to other people’s views and, instead of dismissing them completely when they contradict his own, Avery finds subtle ways of putting across his point. The one thing he hates the most are noisy, disruptive people.
~Cheeky and lecherous~
This one’s difficult. I mean, it’s not like he’s chasing skirts down the corridors or cannot stay with the same girl for more than today and tomorrow. He flirts a lot. Nothing he does is inappropriate, that’s not to say it’s annoying to a girl though. Somewhere deep within he’s looking for the one: a girl with a bit of spunk who can put him in his place and maintain a good control over his slight perversion.
~Eccentric~
There’s a straight line, a dotted line and a line that inhibits several dimensions at one time so that it forms a shape inexpressible of human classification. That’s generally the kind of line he follows. It’s difficult to say whether his oddness is likeable or not: truly a subjective judgement. He is known to come up with some pretty curious insights (that aren’t always appropriate) and obviously doesn’t like conversations that lead nowhere. Throwing in a bit of a random observation or opinion is sometimes his preferred way of expressing himself; he’d rather that than talk about the weather, anyway. When he realises it’s putting someone off though, he’ll tone down a tad.
~Naturally talented~
People often mistake Avery for being lazy and unmotivated. To tell you short, this is undeniably the case. However, he does have a lot of potential and talent, some that he’s not even aware of yet. Despite being muggle-born he has shown some impressive skills with Arithmancy in particular (he is currently at a higher level than most who graduate). It’s surprising to others when they witness his talent, and Avery usually acts all shy about it, when he’s actually eyeing up the blonde in the back row wondering whether his status has gone up by three.
~Loveable idiot~
Despite being talented, he can be pretty clumsy and slightly daft at times. Sometimes he does it on purpose to get a bit of attention, but most of the time he’s a bit gawky. The popular girls comment that he’s ‘cute’, and then go off with the bloody Quidditch captains.
Likes:
• Pursing girls/women
• Arithmancy
• Getting attention
• Having privileges which make him better than everyone else
• Teasing/ being teased
• Simple pleasures
• Talking to everyone and anyone
• Physical contact
• Leading and taking control where it suits everyone
• Being muggle-born
Dislikes:
• Blood/guts
• Working out
• Detentions or punishment
• Rejection
• Having his ego crushed
• Coldness
• Cruelty, bullying, snobbishness and evil
• Being late
• Failure or letting everyone down
• Reading
• Wizard robes
• Vampirism
Appearance
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Complexion: Light skin tone with sparse freckles on his nose
Description:
Height- 5’11 Build- Small/ very slim Weight- 135lbs
The first thing to notice about Avery is his constantly animated expression, so his face is sort of slack from the amount of tension and pulling it succumbs to. His eyes are small, widely spaced (not freakishly) and brown. In compliment to this, he has a fairly small mouth when not grinning and a slim nose with a wide flare to the base. It could possibly be mistaken for being cute. The good genes enable Avery to avoid looking fatigued or weary, even when it’s been a rough night but the bad genes gather his forehead into several lines.
At least he’s got a good head of hair, which is thick and soft and finishes in a curl where he’s allowed it to grow. Occasionally he’ll put product in when feeling energetic or controversially, lonely.
Picture:
Celebrity: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
RP Example
“Might I remind you that it’s that kind of lip that ascertains detention, Miss Halvbird? And as you’re fully aware, any prefect can give detention to whomever deserves—”
“Oh shut up, Gilt. If my rejecting your completely abominable request for a date has driven you to corner me involuntarily, then I could very well say that you’re the most slimy, pathetic little runt in the castle! Now stop bothering me before I hex you until neither of us can decipher whether your limbs are still intact!”
The golden boy grinned widely as the girl span about on her heel, marching steadfast through the corridor with a very satisfied tone ringing about the atmosphere. Several onlookers sniggered as they clambered past, all eyes pierced towards the boy who was still swinging about the banister. He gave them all momentary glances of reassurance, as if crediting himself a winner from a blatant loss. Slowly, as the crowd began to disperse, the Hufflepuff seventh-year dismounted the pillar and clopped to the floorboards; his fetching, blond looks untarnished by such a dismissal. The thing was that with half of these girls- quick-witted Pippa Halvbird included- is that they only would take someone as flavourful as he with a dash of extra seasoning. They wanted to be impressed and beguiled senseless, and it was always a long process but the thrill of someone pursuing them always met a good end.
This was Avery Gilt. There was something alluring about him that no top-end quidditch player or straight-O bucktooth could quite carry. He also happened to be extremely irresponsible, impetuous and a downright fool; quite the match for making Hufflepuff prefect, then. Goes to show how the other candidates of the least promising house compared when it came to the selection of such a ranking. So there he was completely carefree and optimistic, but, alas; there was something that was giving him a spot of bother.
It was a bad dream- well- a very bad dream. You see, there’s a stark whiteness about it all, as if it should be some sort of angelic domain or a possible indication of purity and of strength. And yet in this place he feels nothing of the sort; quite the contrary. There’s something compressing his head, as if four walls had been mounted inside of there and were slowly pushing together, gradually reducing sense of self and want for freedom. There are others around him but they can’t talk. People keep sweet talking to him as though he’s slow and can’t understand English, or a very young child.
He certainly feels like a child, in this place.
Avery ventures outside that afternoon, because the nerdowells of this school like to be particularly troublesome when they’re feeling a lack of boundaries, or walls. That was one reason. The other reason was because Verity Guancett looked very pleasing today in her new lavender robes, and he couldn’t quite escape the opportunity to speak to her.
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