OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to join. Look at my profile and you'll see why. It's really rather long and well thought out for me. The RP Sample you might recognize from Chimney Rock.
I hope this is good enough! ^^
IC:
Name: Mathew Thumbleton
Gender: Male
Age/Grade/Room #: 16/junior/102
Physical Appearance: Matt has short brown hair, that is never tidy and always a mess. He prefers to wear a muscle shirt, even though he doesn?t quite have the build for one, even still he tries and works out daily to try to remain in tiptop shape. He?s very athletic and is often found playing a contact sport than sitting quietly and reading. Because of his over abundance of sports, he has a rich tan that displaces his brown hair. His deep emerald eyes tell of an intelligence that is very uncharacteristic of a stereotypical jock. His hands are callused from touching every ball insight. He has a hidden talent that he often doesn?t brag about, since he has other talents as well, he is a very talented rider, but doesn?t boast about it because playing any sport very well is what he does best. Sadly, he was born with a birth defect?the right side of his forehead had collapse, and his brow line was slanted, causing one eye to appear slightly, if not obviously, larger than the other. He?s had surgery since he was a baby and now his collapsed forehead is only noticeable in the small upper right corner of his forehead, and his eyes are almost even with each other. He has braces, and has a speech impediment; he has a hard time with saying ?s?, ?sh?, and ?ch? sounds because of a severe underbite that his doctors are hoping to correct soon. Besides the large scar that runs from ear to ear directly above his head and his other birth related mishaps, he?s perfectly normal.
Personality: Highly intelligent, he is often envied because his intelligence seems to come with no downfall. There?s no studying for him, just goofing off, no long hours of preparing essays, just a half hour and then it?s outdoors. Needless to say, he?s the outdoorsy type, and rather goof off than act serious. Many don?t like him because everything seems to go his way, and he seems perfect, others don?t like him because he may appear intimidating by the way he looks. He?s quite rough around the edges, and has a bad temper when angered to the point of bursting. He becomes very violent when being pushed around, since he?s been made fun of for most of his life, so he?s a bit touchy when it comes to his birth defects, if it?s obvious they mean something in an insulting way. Other than these few flaws Matt is fun loving and carefree.
Pokemon:
Sparks: Male Pikachu
Sparks is often at the end of many jokes, mostly because of his goofball personality. Although serious in battle, Sparks prefers a carefree life of acting weird and hanging around, although with the rush to become the best, he doesn't find much time to do so as he used to. In combat, Sparks acts like any other well-trained pokemon, and loyally obeys the orders commanded by his master.
Skye: Female Scyther
A naturally fierce pokemon, whose only ambition is to hurt. She's hot tempered (aren't most women? XD), and often tries to hurt her master and is quite dangerous to anything in its reach. No body knows why Skye is so formidable, even for a Scyther, the only thing known is that Skye really really doesn't like to be ticked off, and is easily angered.
RP Sample:
Bouncing through the fireplace on the receiving end, Becca rolled headlong into a wall in a rather large room filled with people talking and chatting rapidly at the arrival. Rebecca slowly got to her feet and looked around, noticing all the curious glances being thrown her way. If she was embarrassed it really didn?t show she just huffed, straightened her bandana, and waited for the others. Becca glanced around yet again, hoping to find that no one was looking at her, but she was terribly mistaken; although they weren?t staring at her, they were staring at her odd clothing choice, which didn?t make sense to Becca, until she realized where she was. ?Haven?t you ever seen jeans, a T-shirt, and a bandana before?? she muttered, more of a low growl, as she continued to watch the people watching her.
Next out of the fireplace was her father, obviously hoping that she was all right. Not at all as clumsy as Becca, he stepped out of the fireplace decked out in a black robe so he didn?t get the stares that young Rebecca was getting. Ridding his robes of the ashes from the fireplace, he quickly found Becca (obviously because she stuck out like a sore thumb). ?Don?t worry, your mother?s on her way with the rest of them. I went ahead of them to make sure you were all right. You are all right, aren?t you?? he whispered to her as he took a position right beside her, and waited patiently for the others, not the least bit conscience of the strangers still staring at Becca.
?They?re still staring?? Becca replied, with a slight hint of worry in her voice, as she leaned closer to her father so the other wizards and witches wouldn?t hear her.
?Not to worry,? he started, ?we?ll buy some nice robes for you, and they won?t stare at you anymore. In fact, we?ll let the other three and your mother go to Kinderflame, while we got to Lockhorn. How?s that sound??
Becca nodded gratefully, and answered, ?I?d like that a lot.? Rebecca always admired her father?s sense of always knowing what she was thinking, and how she was feeling, aside from how strangely excited her parents were about the letters and such, she loved them dearly.
?Oh, here they are now!? he said cheerfully, interrupting Becca from her deep thoughts of how much she loved and admired her father besides how weird he could act. When Becca turned her head back to the fireplace, sure enough Matt and Russ, thought it would be cool to go together?which almost ended in a disaster with the being joined at the hip. Becca and their father had a quick chuckle about this before he moved to help them out of the fireplace and to separate them. As soon as he had their hips disconnected, Kelly appeared through the fire, and stepped her usual grace out of the fire, accompanied by their mother shortly after.
?Izzy, I?ll take Rebecca with me to Lockhorn if you?ll take the others to Kinderflame to get their wands,? he said took Rebecca by the hand and moved to exit the pub.
?Why, Charles, are you in such a rush?? Elizabeth (obviously the mother?s name) asked inquisitively as the other three mimicked her expression.
Charles (the father?s name) looked at his wife and mouthed, ?Robes?. This drew an understanding nod from all four of them, as they watched them both walk out of the room and onto the street. Walking for what seemed like a few short seconds, Charley pushed his daughter into a shop. Inside each wall was covered in racks of robes and other assorted wizarding clothing.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth to the rest of the children across the street to Kinderflame to choose their wands; once inside they found a small sitting area, and a small desk just behind it, with rows and rows of small slender boxes behind it, which they assumed to be the wands. It seemed that the clerk was busy right now, so the four newcomers took some seats to rest while they waited for their turn.
?This is a strange place?? Kelly remarked as she examined the room.
?Shh! Be quiet, dear. Keep your thoughts to yourself while we?re here,? Elizabeth hushed as she turned her head to take note of everyone in her, hoping to find an old school friend.
?Go pick your robes,? Charley said as he pushed the cautious Rebecca forward. She was unsure of the place, it closely resembled an ordinary tailor shop, but with wizards and witches running around getting their children outfitted with robes.
?Ok,? she squeaked before her father had a chance to nudge her on again. Walking through the store felt like walking on ground that was about to erupt into a volcano to Rebecca as she made her way to the first rack of robes to see if there was any particular design or color that she favored. There was a particular robe design that she thought was cute, which was very uncharacteristic of Becca since she didn?t often label things cute. It was a darker purple robe that was embroidered on the cuffs with a fine ascent of silver. It was also embroidered with silver on the rim of the hood.
?May I help you?? came a voice from behind Rebecca, which startled her into turning around to face a very short pudgy woman that had a measuring tape draped over her shoulders.
?Um?I?m just looking for now?but thanks for the offer?? Rebecca replied nervously and then went back to observing the robe that she was growing rather fond of.
?Is that the one you like?? Charles said as he noticed Rebecca was looking longingly at a particular robe.
?Yeah,? Rebecca sighed when she noted the price of the rather simplistic robe.
?You?re grandmother gave you enough money for a robe and whatever supplies you need. So if you want it?go for it,? Charley said as he put a comforting hand on Rebecca?s shoulder.
?So you are the Burlingame children?? the clerk said as the three of them stepped up to receive their wands. Taking out his measuring tape, he preceded to take the proper measurements. Then before any of them could say a word he scurried through the selves only to return with three long slender boxes. ?Try these out,? he coaxed as he gently lifted each out and handed them to the children.
?What do we do with them?? Russ asked as he took hold of the wand that the clerk gave him. He had never held a wand before, and really didn?t have a clue how to use it.
?Just wave it, my boy. See what happens,? the clerk replied, not annoyed at the absurd question at all.
With a loud swooping sound a gust of wind burst through the door of the shop and swirled around a nearby vase that Russ waved his wand towards. The gust of wind lifted the vase up and suddenly died down, Matt?s quick reflexes caught the vase before hit could crash into the counter. ?Very good, very good! Splendid reflexes, my boy! Just like your father!? the clerk said excitedly as he took the wand from Russ to examine it. ?It?s a wand made from the hair of a unicorn and the wood is a sturdy redwood. Nice wand indeed, fitting for you I should say.?
Next it was Kelly?s turn, she waved her wand at nothing particular, when nothing happened, she turned to the clerk for an explanation, then a loud crack of thunder sounded and Rebecca was standing where the boom had originated from. Rebecca looked around confused, her violet robes draped peacefully over her body, she had just exited the tailor shop wearing the robes that she had liked, and the next moment she was here
?Where am I?? she asked as she turned to Kelly, who hadn?t noticed her wand was still pointed at Rebecca. Kelly was astonished, she had highly doubt she could ever do magic, and always knowing that Matt was the gifted one.
?You?re at Kinderflame, my dear,? Elizabeth spoke up as she put her calm hands on either side of her daughter?s shoulders.
?Amazing, truly amazing!? the clerk sputtered as he took the wand back and examined it like he did Russ?s wand. ?Strange?made from the same tree, and same hair as your brothers??
?Honey! I lost Becca!? Charles said as he sprinted into the shop, and then stopped dead in his tracks confused. There stood Rebecca who had, a moment earlier, been walking at his side.
?No worries, dear,? Elizabeth said rushing to the aid of her husband. Snickers came from their children as they noted the surprised look on their father?s face.
Next it was Matt?s turn, who smirked confidently as he waved his wand at the box his wand came out of. The wand promptly disappeared and reappeared in the box, which left a shocked expression on his face?he had meant for the box to appear in his hand. ?Good, best I?ve seen out of your siblings so far!? the clerk cooed as he examined the wand. ?Solid oak with a hint of Basilisk venom. Very rare.?
?Ah, the last of the quadruplets! The lovely Rebecca Burlingame I presume?? the clerk said, noting the girl standing beside the others. Rebecca seemed to beam happily at the compliment of her being lovely.
She was indeed quite elegant looking, with the bandana out off her forehead and her hair out of the ponytail that she usually had it pulled up into, not to mention the beautiful purple robes with silver trimming. The clerk then proceeded to measure her and come back with a wand. ?Try this!?
Rebecca shot a worried glance at her parent, who just nodded back to her. She never used magic before, was this really going to work? Could she really do magic?
With a sigh, Rebecca flicked her wand, using as much focus as she could muster on trying to make the wand work. To her delight and satisfaction, a bouquet of flowers appeared in her hand. ?Bravo!? the clerk said as he took the wand and examined it. ?The feather from the wing of a hippogriff, and oak like Matt?s?
Rebecca jumped up in the air in delight as her siblings came to examine the flowers and to congratulate he. ?Guess you don?t have to worry!? Charles said as he joined the group.
?I guess not!? Rebecca replied brimming over with happiness.
?That was even better than Matt?s little trick!? Russ commented as they sat down to examine her new robes.
