ROBERTS, jacob phillip

[/s] having a nice butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, that’s what I consider having fun. Those people that actually look forward to classes and homework? Yeah, they’re crazy.

I’m a family guy. My family and I all pretty much get along (except for when the school contacts them, then they’re not too happy with me) but especially my sister, Ceciley. She’s a year younger than me and in Ravenclaw, just like Mum and Dad were. Normally, she can pretty much take care of herself, but occasionally, she’ll get pushed around by some Slytherins or someone else with nothing better to do. And then-well, okay. I might have a little temper problem and I might occasionally get in some fights now and again.

Alright, so here’s something you don’t hear often: I’m a werewolf. Yeah, yeah, scream, yell, terrifying. It happened right before I turned thirteen, so I’ve had plenty of time to get used to it and a buddy of mine makes the potion for me, so I don’t even have to worry about. By the way if you tell anyone about this, I’ll hunt you down. [/ul]



NAME- Eliza
TIME ZONE- Central
OTHER CHARACTERS- Just Jake for now
ANYTHING ELSE?-
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Jacob was an intelligent person, but he didn’t really apply himself in his classes. He had the full potential to be one of the best students in his year, but when it came to focusing on schoolwork or even paying attention to what the professor was saying, he just didn’t care. His passions and life goals didn’t have anything to do with school, so he really never saw a point in being too focused on school. This was much to the annoyance of his parents and practically everyone else in his family.

Instead of homework, he chose to focus his intelligence on something that (what he deemed) to be much more constructive. It wasn’t his fault that there were people around Hogwarts just asking to be punished or that he found that more interesting than writing an essay comparing wolf animagi to werewolves (not that he needed to study such a thing, for obvious reasons).

He wandered out of the Gryffindor common room and pushed his thick black glasses further up his nose as he walked towards the staircase. Umbridge, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been dishing out her famous detentions and he didn’t like it one bit, especially when he saw little first years crying their eyes out as they ran from her office. Speaking of her office, that was just where he was headed for a little revenge.

Taking a look around and grinning at the abandoned corridor, he pulled out his wand and muttered a spell as he dragged his wand around the edges of the door. There was a light puff of pink dust, then the door returned to normal. Upon hearing footsteps, he quickly stuffed his wand back into his book bag and sat down on a bench across the hall, pretending to study. Now all he had to do was wait.