Post by → C H A R L I E.hadley on Oct 28, 2007 11:22:26 GMT
[/font][/u][/b][/color]Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
OOC
name;;
Vicky
age;;
15
years rping;;
1 and a half? Well the same as chloe basically
how many times a week you get online;;
Ha, you know me. Like everyday?
basic interests;;
Aha. Boys, music, rping, books, films etc. you should pretty much all know me by now!
The Mini Profile[/u][/color][/size]
name;;
Charlie Hadley
age;;
17
year;;
7th
preferred house;;
Gryffindor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Slytherin
gender;;
Male
sexuality;;
Straight
celebrity;;
Teddy Geiger
side;;
Neutral, but leaning over to the light.
Appearences Are Everything[/size]
appearence;;
What a heartthrob. Alright, Charlie is absolutely nothing of the sort, and he knows it, but does he care? He doesn’t have gaggles of girls following him about; there are no screaming people asking him out every five minutes. Charlie is certainly not vain, and no one could ever accuse him of being obsessed with his appearance like so many of the teenagers out there, he’s the sort who doesn’t overly care what he looks like much of the time. He’s more laid back and casual, and just sort of not caring about his appearance, I mean, pretty much all of the time he just thinks oh well, because it’s not like anyone else cares that much. Charlie isn’t ugly, but he’s not overly good looking, he’s just average and normal, and that suits his fairly relaxed personality very well because it means that he doesn’t have to worry about looking good all of the time for the girls.
Charlie adores his hair; it’s probably just about the only bit of him that he does like a lot.
summary;;
My god, isn’t that guy, like absolutely gorgeous? Ha. Charlie is average, but with his own unique styles added to the mix.
height;;
Five foot Six
weight;;
7 and a half stone
picture;;
anything else;;
No, except from the fact that you know you blatantly love him to death
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personality;;
Charlie’s extremely indecisive, so much so that people easily get angry with him when he won’t decide what he wants. He enjoys choosing, but finds it hard, since both options always look so good to him. When he’s getting ice cream or something like that, he spends so long weighing the pros and cons between getting chocolate or strawberry that his friends have either walked away or already finished their ice creams. He finds it interesting to choose, but doesn’t like actually deciding upon something. He tries hard to be more decisive, but it simply won’t come to him; he always has too many regrets. Once he’s made a decision, he’ll begin to regret not picking the other choice, and he’ll go back and mull over the two opinions again. He’s quite irritating in this way, but he often lets others just pick for him. Therefore he does take a long time to get anything that could take a few minutes done.
He’s a relaxed and laid back type of guy; extremely easy going. He’s lazy, and spends most of his time doing absolutely nothing, not at all active. Well, what more could you expect from someone so indecisive as him? He’ll let you do what you want, and just follow on for the fun of it. Charlie is sort of a tag along in most situations, never a leader. He’s just not at all decisive, or determined enough to be a leader, there’s no drive in him to do well. Success isn’t a priority in his life, and following along, just enjoying his time is all that matters right now to Charlie.
Charlie has few actual ambitions; he knows he’s never going to be successful. He has no pressure to become great, and he doesn’t care. He’s biding his time, having fun, just having a laugh. That’s all that’s important to him right now. He’s not living for the future, he’s living for the here and now, and that’s what’s important. Chaz is a bit mischievous; all for having fun rather than working hard and getting good grades. He’s never been the perfect student, and that’s not about to stop now. He’s going to continue how he is, and enjoy life, rather than worry about what’s to come. He’s rather lazy, and spends most of his time not doing anything, no worries, no cares, no anything. He’s not at all clever, and finds it difficult to succeed in anything academic.
Being not at all intelligent, Chaz has to have something that he is good at. That one thing is music; guitar, violin, piano, bass, saxophone, drums, oboe and singing. He chose to do grades from when he began learning the instruments, and apart from his grade eight music theory he has these qualifications in music; grade eight singing, grade eight piano, grade eight guitar, grade seven drums, grade six violin, grade six saxophone, grade seven oboe, and grade four bass. It’s his life’s passion, and he knows that if he does anything in the future, this will be his profession. He’s amazing at it, and that’s just natural raw talent, he knows if it could be shaped, he’d be pretty brilliant, but he can’t be bothered. His lack of ambition stops him from trying hard enough in this, and so he’s never going to go far with music, although he could do amazingly well. He just plays when he feels like it, or is asked, never boasts about his talent; he’s overly modest about it. Charlie’s not a typical nerd in that way, but the people he hangs out with are generally clever.
Charlie is extremely sociable; being easy going and relaxed make him easy to be friends with. He’ll chat to his hearts content, let you chat, or anything. He’s chatty and reasonably confident, he’s not thingyy, doesn’t talk about himself all the time. He likes to talk about other people, interesting things, bands, and things like that. He’s very trusting, which makes him vulnerable to being easily hurt. Charlie doesn’t mind telling his secrets once he knows a few of yours, when he’s happy with you, and he’s been with you for at least half an hour. He finds it easy to make friends, makes them quickly, falls out with them a lot, but quickly becomes friends with them again. His relationships are extremely insecure and not strong bonds. He’s been hurt a lot in the past with his trusting nature, but he forgives and forgets.
Effectively, Chaz is a bit of a rebel to his family. He might have a talent that he tries at, being in a town full of talented people, but he’s got a few secrets that he hides from his family, because he knows that they would be extremely ashamed of him if they knew about them. He smokes and drinks a lot, occasionally being so wasted that he cannot remember what happened in the night. In previous years he had been known to take drugs, he does it all to escape the life that his family want him to live. He doesn’t want to become a scientist like both of his parents; therefore he rebels in his own way secretly. He does things that they wouldn’t understand should he tell them, and that is why he keeps them secret.
Charlie’s has relatively good confidence and self-esteem levels. He’s not one of those all depressing pessimistic types who put themselves down to get attention, no he would hate to be like one of them. But he’s not completely optimistic and happy about everything in himself, but he’s got modesty over the talents he does have. He dislikes overly confident people because he thinks they need to take a fall, their pride is too great and they need to come back down to reality.
likes;;
_being a twin
_friends
_girls
_obscurity
_violin
_guitar
_saxophone
_bass
_piano
_singing
_hair
_holding hands
_family
_alcohol
_smoking
_drums
_oboe
_music
_bands
_hugs
_kisses
_messing about
_playing tricks
_summer
dislikes;;
_hatred
_spiders
_pessimists
_cockiness
_fakes
_addiction
_pressures
_conformity
_winter
_detention
family;;
Hugh Hadley ;; Father
Susan Hadley ;; Mother
Charlie Hadley ;; Himself
Matt Hadley ;; Twin Brother
Cara Hadley ;; Sister (twin to Tara)
Tara Hadley ;; Sister (twin to Cara)
Johnny Hadley ;; Brother
Felicity Hadley ;; Sister
history;; [three paragraphs minimum]
For The Admin[/size][/color]
whats your favourite rule and why?;;
The post length one, it’s like sexy because I love my long posts!
how did you find us?;;
I’m just that amazing.
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Charlie’s stomach groaned again. He knew that he really ought to keep and eye on it and stop it from always giving away the fact that he hadn’t eaten. Right when he first joined the school, Charlie had been assigned to a social services counsellor out of school that he had to go and see in his spare time. She’d diagnosed him with anorexia nervosa and also at that time bulimia. His parents had been contacted but the thing was they’d already known that there was something like that wrong with him since he was so thin all of the time. You see growing up Charlie had always been really thin but when he got to about ten his parents had noticed him having less of an appetite than before, and saw that he was losing weight and becoming more frail. They’d started to force him to eat which really hadn’t helped because he had taken to eating it just to make them happy and then throwing it all back up again later. The vicious cycle was horrible. The counsellor had forced him to have a eating diary, and he’d hated it so much that he’d stopped visiting her. The problems had continued and were obviously still continuing. His bulimia was becoming less and less, but the anorexia was still there, his frail, thin body was the obvious indicator of that. Charlie’s stomach gurgled again. The not very clever boy knew enough biology to know that if you haven’t eaten in over twenty four hours (as Charlie hadn’t) your stomach would begin to eat itself; the hydrochloric acid eating away at the flesh. It didn’t sound pretty but Charlie was used to an aching stomach. Charlie was thin enough right now to be admitted to hospital. It wasn’t going to happen if Charlie had anything to say about it but if he didn’t start putting on weight some of his friends might even call the ambulance.
The stupid social worker had decided that since he had those problems he must have some others, and she had kept pressurising Charlie into answering flash cards, and looking at those funny blotted paintings. He’d been tested so much recently it was no surprise that he’d had enough and had stopped going. The social worker had phoned his mobile about 100 times everyday until he picked up and said he’d had enough putting the phone down on her, every time she’d called after that Charlie had just left it or turned his phone off. There was no point worrying about some stupid counsellor who had only been seeing him to get money. She hadn’t actually cared about his health at all. That was really enough about his “problems” for now. Charlie had so much on his plate right now. The piano exam next week. The singing the week after that. Then he had grade eight saxophone and violin the week after. His life was full of exam after exam, that was the big problem with music. He couldn’t ever give it up though otherwise there was nothing he would be able to do in the future. That was a big thing about Charlie. He only had one talent, if he was more like Emily or Felix he’d be able to have a choice over what he did when he was older. Both of them were talented in more than one area of the school. But poor old Charlie got lumped with only musical talent; even if he had some brains he would have had more choice over his profession in the future. But no; he was stuck with his own person, which meant that he had to consider being a serious musician when he was older. Making it big in music was very hard, unless he had something different about him. Charlie had yet to work out what that was.
The blonde haired boys eyes widened at the black haired girls words. Most of his pay check? Holy crap! What on earth was he going to do? It was almost time for him to pay his rent, and he’d had to put off paying it for a few weeks about three times before hand. His landlord was not going to be happy. Oh god. He had to make some big money, and quick, otherwise he’d be evicted and what on earth would he do then? He had nowhere else to go in London, he only had one option. Going back to Somerset and he would never leave the college. Oh god. Where was he going to make his money from? He’d have to ask for double shifts at both McDonalds and Starbucks. Don’t laugh at him. He had no choice but to work at McDonalds. When he had been looking for work it had been the only place that had any to offer, fairly depressing yes but that really was the story of his life. The uniform was only the tip on the iceberg that came from working at McDonalds. The salary was awful, the staff were rude. The job itself was awful. He spent hours each week flipping burgers, greasing up chips, and doing everything a staff member at McDonalds was supposed to do. He was polite to customers and kind to other employees, but still there was no pay rise, or promotions. What else could he do? The job at Starbucks was a lot better, at least some of the time he was working there with friends, and that was alright. He was serving coffee all day, and although he preferred that to burgers, the management at starbucks wasn’t very nice. “Why did you make me go out again?” He asked the girl sitting by him slightly annoyed at his loss of money.
Charlie listened to Emily’s high melody, and smiled continuing his bass part with his left hand. His right hand lifted off of the piano for a moment as he thought carefully. Mm. Yes. His right hand began to tinkle away slowly at the keys, sometimes playing chords sometimes playing melody. Then he got slightly faster, expecting Emily to follow along with him. Getting faster and faster, Charlie’s melody became more intricate. His left hand followed his right hand playing the melody two octaves lower than the right hand. He looked to Emily to add something of her own to the tune. See. This was why Charlie loved music so much. The power in a piece like this was enough to make him scream with happiness. The boy was clearly obsessed with all sorts of instruments, music and everything. Both of his music teachers at the school thought he was insane and all of the music teachers he had out of school were proud of his achievements and hoped the best for him. Charlie felt the same way. He really hoped that he could make it. When the girl stopped playing, Charlie took his hands off sighing. He enjoyed pulling stunts like that. The only thing was it always got him in trouble in practical music, sadly. In practical music they were expected to follow along with what the rest of the class was doing. They weren’t encouraged to do there own thing that much. All that the teacher wanted was for them to get themselves to a good university, and he was teaching them that syllabus. He wasn’t showing them how to enjoy themselves, and Charlie could understand why, he just didn’t like it much.
“Today?” He thought when she asked him the question that he always dreaded. “Not yet no, but I am fairly hungry. As you might have gathered.” Charlie’s stomach was continually growling, and it was really starting to bug him. He felt like pigging out but he knew he’d seriously regret it if he did. And he really didn’t feel like throwing it all right back up again. What was worrying was that because the bulimia had been such a bad habit, some of the time when he was eating, Charlie ended up having a reflex that made him throw up whether he wanted to or not. It really scared him and disgusted him also. It wasn’t that Charlie disliked eating, no he liked it well enough, it was partly because he never had an appetite when he was worried, and lots of people had that big problem, and also because of not eating his stomach had contracted a lot and he could easily fill it meaning that he was often sick. The last time Charlie had been sick was two days, ago and that had been because of a reflex action. It had been horrible and disgusting and he’d actually cried afterwards. He always felt rough when he was sick, and his thin body always racked with pain when it happened. It was a pretty violent physical sensation and certainly not one he would wish on anyone ever.
“Thanks Emily.” He smiled. “Oh and yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s a LOT more than twenty quid by now but don’t worry about it.” Every single time Charlie let anybody borrow money from him he never ended up getting in back. Most people owed him about ten quid, slightly more slightly less. In the few months that Emily had been here she’d succeeded in borrowing like over fifty quid from him. The upside to lending his money away was that most of them could do him a favour in the future because of it. But the problem was, because he never got it back he had to work harder to earn more. SO much in Charlie’s life was a vicious circle and he hated that. It meant he never knew what to do, whatever he did would cause him problems. Life as Charlie Hadley was pretty much insanely hard and Charlie wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Thing was, he could see his younger brother Johnny becoming like him. Although Johnny was more talented in the ways of science and maths like the rest of his siblings, Johnny had been getting thinner. Every time he went home, his brother was slightly thinner than before. It was starting to worry him. Charlie was extremely close to Johnny, having saved him from their house fire when he was just five and Johnny was one year old. Charlie had a scar across his stomach and chest that was still as red as it had been when he got it. It hadn’t faded at all. The scar was the sort of thing that you were left with for the rest of your life. But Charlie was never fussed by it; obviously it had hurt a lot at the time, but now it was just a red mark across his chest. It didn’t seem like a big deal.
“Hyper me?” Charlie laughed. “Pig out me?” Charlie did get very hyper when he had too much sugar. Sugar was one of his extreme weaknesses. See the thing was, if you could get Charlie to eat he was more likely to eat stuff that was unhealthy for him rather than anything at all healthy. He often pigged out on cakes and chocolates and sweets, only to get hyper and then throw it all back up again later. It was disgusting, and he was completely crazy when he was hyper, only being vaguely the same to that when he was drunk. Charlie’s body worked in really strange ways. When he didn’t have anything to eat, he was shaky, nervous, worried, scared and he always looked it due to a really frail appearance. People always worried about him when he was like that, but he was sick and tired of people worrying. It just made him more and more annoyed. Charlie got very drunk, very easily. Thin short people always have lower thresholds for drink and Charlie really was no exception to that. He could drink half as much as some one his height though and be completely bladdered. It was pretty scary when he was like that, but it was always funny. Thing was he almost always ended up doing something he regretted so when he was getting drunk it was usually in peoples company otherwise he would never get home.
“Mhm.” Charlie said as she mentioned his name. He watched her. She was being all jerky, like she was worried or something. Why? And she was speaking fairly slowly. Strange. “And? What’s happened?” Was it something bad? Like some sort of disease that would kill Emily too, oh no! Charlie really couldn’t bare the thought of losing his best friend; it was too hard to think about since she was just someone who influenced his life so much. He hated losing anyone he was close to because otherwise it ended up with him having few friends. Bit depressing really but that was the story of Charlie’s life. It could be something good also. What if they’d found her family? And the family wanted her to move away? He’d be absolutely devastated in that case too. But would Emily want to go or not? But what if the family were nice and just wanted to keep in touch with some long lost niece of some sort? Oh he’d be so happy for her. Emily’s expression really wasn’t displaying any information about how he would have to react. Oh Charlie worried so much about what her next words were going to be. Why did she have to draw it out so slowly? It just seemed painful the silence that followed the words “information about my mum”. Charlie raised his eyebrows and waited with bated breath.
The stupid social worker had decided that since he had those problems he must have some others, and she had kept pressurising Charlie into answering flash cards, and looking at those funny blotted paintings. He’d been tested so much recently it was no surprise that he’d had enough and had stopped going. The social worker had phoned his mobile about 100 times everyday until he picked up and said he’d had enough putting the phone down on her, every time she’d called after that Charlie had just left it or turned his phone off. There was no point worrying about some stupid counsellor who had only been seeing him to get money. She hadn’t actually cared about his health at all. That was really enough about his “problems” for now. Charlie had so much on his plate right now. The piano exam next week. The singing the week after that. Then he had grade eight saxophone and violin the week after. His life was full of exam after exam, that was the big problem with music. He couldn’t ever give it up though otherwise there was nothing he would be able to do in the future. That was a big thing about Charlie. He only had one talent, if he was more like Emily or Felix he’d be able to have a choice over what he did when he was older. Both of them were talented in more than one area of the school. But poor old Charlie got lumped with only musical talent; even if he had some brains he would have had more choice over his profession in the future. But no; he was stuck with his own person, which meant that he had to consider being a serious musician when he was older. Making it big in music was very hard, unless he had something different about him. Charlie had yet to work out what that was.
The blonde haired boys eyes widened at the black haired girls words. Most of his pay check? Holy crap! What on earth was he going to do? It was almost time for him to pay his rent, and he’d had to put off paying it for a few weeks about three times before hand. His landlord was not going to be happy. Oh god. He had to make some big money, and quick, otherwise he’d be evicted and what on earth would he do then? He had nowhere else to go in London, he only had one option. Going back to Somerset and he would never leave the college. Oh god. Where was he going to make his money from? He’d have to ask for double shifts at both McDonalds and Starbucks. Don’t laugh at him. He had no choice but to work at McDonalds. When he had been looking for work it had been the only place that had any to offer, fairly depressing yes but that really was the story of his life. The uniform was only the tip on the iceberg that came from working at McDonalds. The salary was awful, the staff were rude. The job itself was awful. He spent hours each week flipping burgers, greasing up chips, and doing everything a staff member at McDonalds was supposed to do. He was polite to customers and kind to other employees, but still there was no pay rise, or promotions. What else could he do? The job at Starbucks was a lot better, at least some of the time he was working there with friends, and that was alright. He was serving coffee all day, and although he preferred that to burgers, the management at starbucks wasn’t very nice. “Why did you make me go out again?” He asked the girl sitting by him slightly annoyed at his loss of money.
Charlie listened to Emily’s high melody, and smiled continuing his bass part with his left hand. His right hand lifted off of the piano for a moment as he thought carefully. Mm. Yes. His right hand began to tinkle away slowly at the keys, sometimes playing chords sometimes playing melody. Then he got slightly faster, expecting Emily to follow along with him. Getting faster and faster, Charlie’s melody became more intricate. His left hand followed his right hand playing the melody two octaves lower than the right hand. He looked to Emily to add something of her own to the tune. See. This was why Charlie loved music so much. The power in a piece like this was enough to make him scream with happiness. The boy was clearly obsessed with all sorts of instruments, music and everything. Both of his music teachers at the school thought he was insane and all of the music teachers he had out of school were proud of his achievements and hoped the best for him. Charlie felt the same way. He really hoped that he could make it. When the girl stopped playing, Charlie took his hands off sighing. He enjoyed pulling stunts like that. The only thing was it always got him in trouble in practical music, sadly. In practical music they were expected to follow along with what the rest of the class was doing. They weren’t encouraged to do there own thing that much. All that the teacher wanted was for them to get themselves to a good university, and he was teaching them that syllabus. He wasn’t showing them how to enjoy themselves, and Charlie could understand why, he just didn’t like it much.
“Today?” He thought when she asked him the question that he always dreaded. “Not yet no, but I am fairly hungry. As you might have gathered.” Charlie’s stomach was continually growling, and it was really starting to bug him. He felt like pigging out but he knew he’d seriously regret it if he did. And he really didn’t feel like throwing it all right back up again. What was worrying was that because the bulimia had been such a bad habit, some of the time when he was eating, Charlie ended up having a reflex that made him throw up whether he wanted to or not. It really scared him and disgusted him also. It wasn’t that Charlie disliked eating, no he liked it well enough, it was partly because he never had an appetite when he was worried, and lots of people had that big problem, and also because of not eating his stomach had contracted a lot and he could easily fill it meaning that he was often sick. The last time Charlie had been sick was two days, ago and that had been because of a reflex action. It had been horrible and disgusting and he’d actually cried afterwards. He always felt rough when he was sick, and his thin body always racked with pain when it happened. It was a pretty violent physical sensation and certainly not one he would wish on anyone ever.
“Thanks Emily.” He smiled. “Oh and yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s a LOT more than twenty quid by now but don’t worry about it.” Every single time Charlie let anybody borrow money from him he never ended up getting in back. Most people owed him about ten quid, slightly more slightly less. In the few months that Emily had been here she’d succeeded in borrowing like over fifty quid from him. The upside to lending his money away was that most of them could do him a favour in the future because of it. But the problem was, because he never got it back he had to work harder to earn more. SO much in Charlie’s life was a vicious circle and he hated that. It meant he never knew what to do, whatever he did would cause him problems. Life as Charlie Hadley was pretty much insanely hard and Charlie wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Thing was, he could see his younger brother Johnny becoming like him. Although Johnny was more talented in the ways of science and maths like the rest of his siblings, Johnny had been getting thinner. Every time he went home, his brother was slightly thinner than before. It was starting to worry him. Charlie was extremely close to Johnny, having saved him from their house fire when he was just five and Johnny was one year old. Charlie had a scar across his stomach and chest that was still as red as it had been when he got it. It hadn’t faded at all. The scar was the sort of thing that you were left with for the rest of your life. But Charlie was never fussed by it; obviously it had hurt a lot at the time, but now it was just a red mark across his chest. It didn’t seem like a big deal.
“Hyper me?” Charlie laughed. “Pig out me?” Charlie did get very hyper when he had too much sugar. Sugar was one of his extreme weaknesses. See the thing was, if you could get Charlie to eat he was more likely to eat stuff that was unhealthy for him rather than anything at all healthy. He often pigged out on cakes and chocolates and sweets, only to get hyper and then throw it all back up again later. It was disgusting, and he was completely crazy when he was hyper, only being vaguely the same to that when he was drunk. Charlie’s body worked in really strange ways. When he didn’t have anything to eat, he was shaky, nervous, worried, scared and he always looked it due to a really frail appearance. People always worried about him when he was like that, but he was sick and tired of people worrying. It just made him more and more annoyed. Charlie got very drunk, very easily. Thin short people always have lower thresholds for drink and Charlie really was no exception to that. He could drink half as much as some one his height though and be completely bladdered. It was pretty scary when he was like that, but it was always funny. Thing was he almost always ended up doing something he regretted so when he was getting drunk it was usually in peoples company otherwise he would never get home.
“Mhm.” Charlie said as she mentioned his name. He watched her. She was being all jerky, like she was worried or something. Why? And she was speaking fairly slowly. Strange. “And? What’s happened?” Was it something bad? Like some sort of disease that would kill Emily too, oh no! Charlie really couldn’t bare the thought of losing his best friend; it was too hard to think about since she was just someone who influenced his life so much. He hated losing anyone he was close to because otherwise it ended up with him having few friends. Bit depressing really but that was the story of Charlie’s life. It could be something good also. What if they’d found her family? And the family wanted her to move away? He’d be absolutely devastated in that case too. But would Emily want to go or not? But what if the family were nice and just wanted to keep in touch with some long lost niece of some sort? Oh he’d be so happy for her. Emily’s expression really wasn’t displaying any information about how he would have to react. Oh Charlie worried so much about what her next words were going to be. Why did she have to draw it out so slowly? It just seemed painful the silence that followed the words “information about my mum”. Charlie raised his eyebrows and waited with bated breath.
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