Post by Neville Longbottom on Jul 14, 2009 23:05:05 GMT -5
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM.
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oh, hai there ! i'm D and i'm 17 years old. i'm a girl, and i've been roleplay for about five and a half active years. i also play no one else yet ;], so you might know me from them. there, i told you. now, onto my character![/FONT][/COLOR]
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YOU ARE Human.
IF ANIMAGUS, WHAT FORM? None.
HOUSE/PROFESSION Gryffindor.
FULL NAME Neville Longbottom.
NICKNAMES .
AGE 28 years old, born July 30th, 1980.
GENDER Dude.
ETHNICITY English? haha.
RESIDENCE In hiding..
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.
STATUS Single.
PLAYED BY Jake Gyllenhaal. [/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]
WE LIVED OUR LIVES IN OUR PARADISE
[/FONT]AS GODS WE SHAPED THE WORLD AROUND[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
- Herbology
- Peace
- Friendship
- Music
- Magic
- Chocolate Frogs
- Holidays
- Loyal people
- Good over Evil
- Books
NEVILLE DISLIKES same as likes.
- Bellatrix Lestrange
- Draco Malfoy
- Severus Snape
- Death Eaters in general
- Chaos
- Potions
- Dark Magic
- Doubt in himself, a lack of faith
- Lacking a complete family
- War
GOALS at least four.
- Defeating Voldemort for once and for all.
- Riding the Wizarding Community of Death Eaters.
- Bringing safety and peace to people.
- Never back down no matter what.
FEARS at least two.
- Dying in vain.
- Evil winning over good.
SECRETS at least two.
- Since the day he met her, Neville always had a sort of soft spot and crush on Hermione.
- Neville would practice in front of the mirror every night what he would say to Draco next time he bullied him.
WEAKNESSES at least three.
- Love. -le gasp-
- Potions.
- Divination.
STRENGHTS at least three.
- Herbology.
- Extreme bravery.
- Defensive curses.
BEST MEMORY Neville's best memory was the last day of his First Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You see, it was then that he realized that he truly was a wizard after all. Although he wasn't the brightest and most talented like Harry Potter or Hermione Granger, he was still capable of performing magic. The fear his family had that he might turn out a Squib was at last cooled off once they saw that he was in fact capable of magic. Neville was very happy that day, knowing that he had made it through the year with enough effort. Although he faced many tribulations and hardships along the way, he knew deep inside that it was all there to help him become a stronger person. In the years that would come, Neville would look back and see that he was right.
WORST MEMORY Neville's worst memory was the day his parents were taken from him. Although he was very young at the time and didn't quite understand what was going on, Neville still considers that his worst memory. Having to grow up without both parents, no one to be there to comfort him and support him, no parental love at all, it was very hard for him to grow up that way. It was from the lack of parents that Neville grew up as an insecure boy, with very low self esteem. Although he had his grandmother by his side and grew up under her guardianship, Neville didn't quite consider her a motherly figure. She was a stern woman, rarely showing affection. Her lectures and constant nagging about Neville's lack of strong magic often irritated him, even if he chose not to show it. Neville really needed both of his parents to be there during his childhood and teenager years, which is why he considers them not being there watching him grow up his worst memory.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ QUIET; Neville grew up as a quiet child, he rarely spoke out of turn and until this day, he talks only when necessary, and never blabbers on randomly about anything or whatever.
▪ RESERVED; Along with being quiet Neville learned to set himself away from loud, chatty crowds. He never really liked the attention anyway.
▪ SHY; If he's quiet and shy, Neville is bound to be shy. Although he's not as shy as he used to be when he was younger, he still feels shy every now and then when he's around new people.
▪ DETERMINED; Don't let him know you doubt in him because he will prove you wrong! Neville is quite determined whenever he is challenged and he is bound to do whatever he can to prove it! This guy is very determined, believe it.
▪ BRAVE; Although others would pick on him when he was younger, Neville finally stirred up enough courage and determination to stand up for himself. As a man now, he finds himself to be quite brave and ready to take on whatever or whoever in order to prove it.
▪ GENTLEMAN; Who said Neville was rude? This guy is very old fashioned, and he is one of the few to prove that chivalry is NOT dead! He is polite when it comes to women and treats them nicely as he believes they should be treated. A guy like him really can't be a jerk you know.
WAND 13 inches, Cherry wood, unicorn hair core.
PATRONUS Owl.
BOGGART Severus Snape.
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OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT, OUR FUTURE HAS DIED
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CURRENT RESIDENCE In hiding.
MOTHER'S NAME Alice Longbottom.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Previously an Auror.
FATHER'S NAME Frank Longbottom.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Previously an Auror.
SIBLINGS No siblings.
OVERALL HISTORY
Alice and Frank Longbottom met each other one lovely day at the office back at the Ministry of Magic, where they both served as Aurors, protecting the magical people and helping enforce the laws. They shared many of the same beliefs and were both members of the Order of the Phoenix, the first and original under the orders of one of the most powerful wizards of all time, Albus Dumbledore. They became very good friends and soon married a few years later. They loved each other with all their might, and enjoyed every moment they spent together. It was as if life was hinting that something would come soon that would change their lives forever. About two years later after they married, Alice and Frank had a son named Neville. He was born on a hot summer day, on July 30, 1980.
The happy family only lived in happy times for a very short time before a great tragedy broke them apart. After the downfall of Voldemort in October of 1981, four of his fellow Death Eaters hunted down Alice and Frank, hoping to get information out of them. They were Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. All four tortured Neville's parents yet they never got a word about what they wanted to hear. To their dismay Bellatrix had grown irritable and frustrated and tortured the Longbottom's into insanity. Shortly after they were taken to Azkaban where they would remain for the rest of their lives. The Longbottoms were then transferred to St. Mungos, where they would remain for the rest of their existence.
From that moment on Neville had no more parents. He was then adopted by his paternal grandmother Augusta Longbottom, and raised as her own.
Having no parents, Neville grew up to be a meek boy, he was very shy and quiet, and very quite troubled. He often made mistakes and had a low self esteem. As a child Neville hardly had any friends, he usually played by himself in his room. His grandmother didn't help at all. Instead of showing support she would make him feel insuperior, foolish and quite mediocre. She rarely showed any affection towards him, and was overall a very stern and strict woman.
The day Neville received his letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he was very delighted. He thought maybe then he could show his grandmother what an amazing wizard he could be. Nevertheless it only seemed to do the opposite. He was sorted into the House of Godric Gryffindor, a plus, but he was terrible at school. He always messed up on Potions and as much as he tried to do his work correctly he always seemed to mess up. A certain bully at school bullied him all the time and made fun of him. This was Draco Malfoy, and he would remain an enemy from the moment they met.
Once, during Flying lessons Neville accidentally mounted his broom ahead of time and took off, high into the sky only to come down crashing into a building. Luckily, he got stuck on the side of a building, his robes holding him up there. Sadly, Neville fell and broke his wrist. He was very clumsy, and misfortune seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Nevertheless, when he has tired of having Gryffindor lose points due to Harry Potter and his friends midnight adventures, Neville decided to confront them. He tried making an effort to stand up, and even though he made an effort he found himself to be put under a spell. Little did he know Potter and his friends were actually after Snape, and what the three headed dog was hiding. At the end of the year Dumbledore awarded him House Points for being brave and standing up. Neville was proud of himself, and from there on he decided to be more brave, despite the fact he was still bullied around.
Throughout his years at Hogwarts Neville always found himself to be found in trouble. He was picked on by Malfoy's croonies, Crabbe and Goyle, hanged up on a chandelier by pixies, being the worst at Potions, very forgetful, and lots of other things. However, less and les of that was seen as Neville entered his Fifth year at Hogwarts. This was his sort of time to redeem himself and become a new person. He was driven, courageous, and determined, brave as ever. His magic increasingly improved, and for once, his grandmother was proud of him.
He was also one of the first to sign up for Dumbledore's Army, and one of the very few who believed Harry when he claimed that Voldemort was back. Neville was also present at the Battle at the Department of Mysteries. He even took on the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange and tried cursing her once she mocked him about his parents. Although he was unsuccessful, Neville was brave enough to take the wicked witch into a duel.
During his 6th Year Neville was the only one to respond to the summons via his coin from the D.A. He attended Battle of the Astronomy Tower and stood by Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna. He was also present at the final Battle of Hogwarts.
A few years into his adulthood he briefly became an Auror like parents, then became a professor at Hogwarts, teaching Herbology. He left about two years later when Voldemort took over the school in hopes of making things go his way. Ever since then he has been leading the Order of the Phoenix to take down Voldemort. Although him and his colleagues haven't found the master plan to rid the world of evil yet, he plans to accomplish that goal and return to living a quiet life.
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WE TRIED TO HIDE WHAT WE FEARED INSIDE
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The room was silent and obscure, eerie shadows were cast by the candle light. A faint smell of smoke lingered, it seemed someone had previously been smoking. Each of the four walls of the room held hundreds of books that were neatly organized alphabetically, ranging from many subjects. Magic and history, herbology and potions, poetry, and lot's of fiction. The room was also adorned by antique furniture, a desk sitting behind a large window that revealed the view to a great back yard. On the desk many loose pieces of parchment and regular paper were scattered, others neatly organized. Old and new Daily Prophet news articles were also scattered on the desk, the moonlight peeking through the window behind the desk casting a special light over the moving images. The articles all reflected the work of the writers, explaining what had been going on in the past few days between Lord Voldemort and his followers. It talked about how they were terrorizing towns and killing innocents, causing all the trouble they pleased. Obviously, the collector was trying to figure something out, studying and analyzing the articles, perhaps trying to find an answer to a question.
Outside the shadow of a figure zoomed by quickly, jumping into a bush. A pair of big eyes peeked through the bushes, tall, white ears revealed. It was only a bunny, white and fluffy all around. The grass was wet, little drops of water visible on the moist floor. It was a chilly night, a cold breeze blowing through the yard. The sky was black and dark, no sight of stars, only the light of the moon cast down. Back in the room, a doorknob could be heard faintly, turning, the door quietly opening. A light from the hallway illuminated the entrance, a shadowy figure taking a step inside. The silhouette was tall, had a sort of small figure, yet muscled and manly. A low thud, and the shadow of the person took a step forth. Thud, another step. Drip, drip, drip. Something was falling onto the wooden floor. Drip. Drops of water slid down the body of the mystery person and dropped onto the floor. A low groan, and a sudden thud to the floor.
Onto the floor Neville fell, holding what seemed to be his left ribs in place. His hair was wet, his long sleeve shirt torn, his jeans dirty and muddy. Blood trickled out his nose, a bruise on his left cheek. Cuts covered his face, it seemed he had been attacked. After a moment and taking a deep breath, Neville tried to roll onto his side carefully but unsuccessfully rolled over harshly, hurting his broken ribs. "Ughh..." He let out a cry in pain and disgust, laying still, watching the ceiling of the room, drifting off. Another minute or so, and he completely passed out. Neville seemed sort of dead already, his face pale, his body lifeless. Yet somewhere inside, his heart still beat, he still had life in him. The battle was not over. He had been attacked by a few Death Eaters again, for the second time and luckily enough yet hardly, he had managed to escape probably for the last time. However, he was badly injured.
Earlier that night Neville had finally cracked the code and figured out where a few of the Death Eaters were hiding. Why would they be hiding you might wonder when they ruled the face of earth freely without any consequence? Because these were Voldemort's most prized possessions, without them it seemed his plans would no be complete. Neville was either stupid or foolishly brave enough to go seek them out on his own. In this case, it was a very foolish thing to do considering the state he was in right now. He had been sitting behind his desk, analyzing the information he had, when it suddenly struck him. Without hesitation or thought he grabbed his wand and left his hideout, determined to kill them all. Of course, he failed but at least he tried. Although once he had arrived, the Death Eaters knew at once what he planned and they began firing at him, sending the most wicked curses and hexes at him. Many hit him, wounding him but never killing him, luckily. The good thing about Neville is the fact that he stood long enough to jump around from place to place to avoid being hit by a killing curse. That is until one of the Death Eaters captured him and allowed the rest to beat him to a pulp.
Neville received every blow, telling himself over and over again it would only make him strong enough to kill them all. How? Who knows, but the boy was quite stubborn. At the eleventh hour, right where death lingered so near, he had given up. But the sudden flash of his parents Alice and Frank Longbottom being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange made him realize he was not to die in vain. He never really saw his parents being tortured, but in his mind, he had an idea of how his parents had suffered. Her mocking voice, and arrogant laugh, flashes of lights, curses hurled at his parents. It was at that last moment that he balled up enough courage and determination to break free, and run away. The Death Eaters, knowing he was bad in shape, allowed him to try his escape. They liked to play with their food, just right before they devoured it. Helpless as he was, somehow Neville managed to get away. How, he didn't remember at all, but somehow he had managed to return to his secret hideout and crash, just right inside his office.
Although it seemed too easy for the Death Eaters to let him off without following him, Neville was grateful for it. He was pretty sure they knew where he was hiding now, but he couldn't worry about that, he had to get back into a healthy state. The next morning after his crash Neville was startled awake by thunder. Loud rolls of thunder loud enough to not hear anyone cry. At that moment the immense pain took over, feeling as if sharp shards and knives were being driven into his body. Of course his ribs were still broken, the cuts on his face were still fresh, and his body was covered in bruises. Neville had never felt so weak before. Letting out a groan of pain he attempted getting up, slowly sitting up. As much as it hurt, Neville managed to sit up then stand. Leaning on the wall for support, Neville held on tightly to the doorknob, trying to take a step forward. At that moment someone downstairs entered through the front door, slamming it hard.
"Neville?" The voice of a young woman called, the noise of shuffling foot steps. "Neville, are you here?" Neville tried calling out, but even that seemed to fail. He limped forward, stepping out of the room and into a deserted hallway. "Neviiiillllleee...." The young woman called, making her way up the staircase. Neville lost support and fell on his face. Ouch. "Nev..." The woman began to call out again just when she stopped and let out a gasp in horror. "Oh my!" "Neville! Are you alright?" She ran forward, wondering if Neville was dead or alive. having no strength at all Neville didn't bother looking up to see who it was. He simply lay there, limp on the carpet floor. It was then he had recognized the voice, it was Luna Lovegood. To his relief, he rolled over onto his back with the help of Luna. Neville smiled, and sighed in relief. "Luna." He said, his voice marking his relief that someone had found him. She began bombarding him with questions, but Neville answered few. He let himself be taken care of by Luna, for now he would rest. He would need all the rest he could have in order to continue his investigations. If anything, he needed all the strength he had to take on the evil side. With that in mind, Neville closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
OOC: This is soooooooooooo not one of my best role plays, but I had no muse. '-__- I tried.
Outside the shadow of a figure zoomed by quickly, jumping into a bush. A pair of big eyes peeked through the bushes, tall, white ears revealed. It was only a bunny, white and fluffy all around. The grass was wet, little drops of water visible on the moist floor. It was a chilly night, a cold breeze blowing through the yard. The sky was black and dark, no sight of stars, only the light of the moon cast down. Back in the room, a doorknob could be heard faintly, turning, the door quietly opening. A light from the hallway illuminated the entrance, a shadowy figure taking a step inside. The silhouette was tall, had a sort of small figure, yet muscled and manly. A low thud, and the shadow of the person took a step forth. Thud, another step. Drip, drip, drip. Something was falling onto the wooden floor. Drip. Drops of water slid down the body of the mystery person and dropped onto the floor. A low groan, and a sudden thud to the floor.
Onto the floor Neville fell, holding what seemed to be his left ribs in place. His hair was wet, his long sleeve shirt torn, his jeans dirty and muddy. Blood trickled out his nose, a bruise on his left cheek. Cuts covered his face, it seemed he had been attacked. After a moment and taking a deep breath, Neville tried to roll onto his side carefully but unsuccessfully rolled over harshly, hurting his broken ribs. "Ughh..." He let out a cry in pain and disgust, laying still, watching the ceiling of the room, drifting off. Another minute or so, and he completely passed out. Neville seemed sort of dead already, his face pale, his body lifeless. Yet somewhere inside, his heart still beat, he still had life in him. The battle was not over. He had been attacked by a few Death Eaters again, for the second time and luckily enough yet hardly, he had managed to escape probably for the last time. However, he was badly injured.
Earlier that night Neville had finally cracked the code and figured out where a few of the Death Eaters were hiding. Why would they be hiding you might wonder when they ruled the face of earth freely without any consequence? Because these were Voldemort's most prized possessions, without them it seemed his plans would no be complete. Neville was either stupid or foolishly brave enough to go seek them out on his own. In this case, it was a very foolish thing to do considering the state he was in right now. He had been sitting behind his desk, analyzing the information he had, when it suddenly struck him. Without hesitation or thought he grabbed his wand and left his hideout, determined to kill them all. Of course, he failed but at least he tried. Although once he had arrived, the Death Eaters knew at once what he planned and they began firing at him, sending the most wicked curses and hexes at him. Many hit him, wounding him but never killing him, luckily. The good thing about Neville is the fact that he stood long enough to jump around from place to place to avoid being hit by a killing curse. That is until one of the Death Eaters captured him and allowed the rest to beat him to a pulp.
Neville received every blow, telling himself over and over again it would only make him strong enough to kill them all. How? Who knows, but the boy was quite stubborn. At the eleventh hour, right where death lingered so near, he had given up. But the sudden flash of his parents Alice and Frank Longbottom being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange made him realize he was not to die in vain. He never really saw his parents being tortured, but in his mind, he had an idea of how his parents had suffered. Her mocking voice, and arrogant laugh, flashes of lights, curses hurled at his parents. It was at that last moment that he balled up enough courage and determination to break free, and run away. The Death Eaters, knowing he was bad in shape, allowed him to try his escape. They liked to play with their food, just right before they devoured it. Helpless as he was, somehow Neville managed to get away. How, he didn't remember at all, but somehow he had managed to return to his secret hideout and crash, just right inside his office.
Although it seemed too easy for the Death Eaters to let him off without following him, Neville was grateful for it. He was pretty sure they knew where he was hiding now, but he couldn't worry about that, he had to get back into a healthy state. The next morning after his crash Neville was startled awake by thunder. Loud rolls of thunder loud enough to not hear anyone cry. At that moment the immense pain took over, feeling as if sharp shards and knives were being driven into his body. Of course his ribs were still broken, the cuts on his face were still fresh, and his body was covered in bruises. Neville had never felt so weak before. Letting out a groan of pain he attempted getting up, slowly sitting up. As much as it hurt, Neville managed to sit up then stand. Leaning on the wall for support, Neville held on tightly to the doorknob, trying to take a step forward. At that moment someone downstairs entered through the front door, slamming it hard.
"Neville?" The voice of a young woman called, the noise of shuffling foot steps. "Neville, are you here?" Neville tried calling out, but even that seemed to fail. He limped forward, stepping out of the room and into a deserted hallway. "Neviiiillllleee...." The young woman called, making her way up the staircase. Neville lost support and fell on his face. Ouch. "Nev..." The woman began to call out again just when she stopped and let out a gasp in horror. "Oh my!" "Neville! Are you alright?" She ran forward, wondering if Neville was dead or alive. having no strength at all Neville didn't bother looking up to see who it was. He simply lay there, limp on the carpet floor. It was then he had recognized the voice, it was Luna Lovegood. To his relief, he rolled over onto his back with the help of Luna. Neville smiled, and sighed in relief. "Luna." He said, his voice marking his relief that someone had found him. She began bombarding him with questions, but Neville answered few. He let himself be taken care of by Luna, for now he would rest. He would need all the rest he could have in order to continue his investigations. If anything, he needed all the strength he had to take on the evil side. With that in mind, Neville closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
OOC: This is soooooooooooo not one of my best role plays, but I had no muse. '-__- I tried.
P.S. I read the rules, and I say, "Alohamora!"[/font]
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