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About You, the Writer:
Your Nickname: Either Maggie or Zira is fine. I’ve gone by both before.
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How did you find us and decide to write with us? Mairead pointed the site out to me.
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Full Character Name: Erin Lee Harper
Character Birthday & Age: May 4th, 1993, and he is 16 years old.
City & Country of Birth: Newport, Wales.
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Pureblood.
House & Year: Slytherin, 6th year.
Wand: Ash with a core of dragon heartstring, 12”
Physical Description: Though he's still growing, Erin is never going to top 5'10. He’s a slender, wiry boy, built like a runner. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tattoo of a common Welsh green dragon on his hip he hasn’t told his parents about. It doesn’t do much beyond sleep or occasionally hiccup flame- the tattoo artist wasn’t very imaginative- but Erin’s very proud of it anyways.
He wears the Hogwarts uniform as sloppily as he can and still get away with it, but even that’s better than robes to him. Hot-natured, he prefers a muggle t-shirt and a pair of jeans over anything else and hates the idea of layering a robe over something.
Personality Description: Erin’s not what one would call a good boy. Violent-tempered, foul-mouthed, impatient, brash, malicious, belligerent, proud, vain, and demanding, he’s never learned the difference between good and bad attention. He longs to shake things up, to make them exciting, to be involved; he gets bored so very, very easily. He’s got a cocky streak a mile long and likes to play at male bravado, but he’s not quite old enough to have fully mastered hiding all that awkward teenage insecurity. Erin wants attention and love from people, but he doesn’t actually want to be close to them to have this. He doesn’t trust easily and he doesn’t trust well. Years of living with a sadistic older brother have taught him wariness and cunning; years of living with an overbearing mother has forced him into premature independence out of sheer defense and rebellion. His “friends” are usually fleeting affairs. For the most part, he prefers apathy over self-criticism.
History: The Welsh Morgans, for generations, have been rather lukewarm with their loyalties. Some pureblood families can be accused of abject prejudice and Dark leanings, other generally catagorize themselves as lovers of the Light - the Morgans's loyalties change with each generation and each new power. Erin’s parents were Voldemort supporters, but as his father wasn’t involved in the DE it was easy for them to stay quiet and avoid suspicion after his defeat. Their sons- Erin, 6, and Landis, 15, at the battle of Hogwarts- had been promised into Voldemort’s service until that became a non-issue. Erin wonders about that, sometimes.
His family is also less meticulous about their bloodline than most purebloods. They have a rather unlucky history of Squibs, and of muggle-borns marrying in. Erin’s great-great-grandfather on his father’s side, in fact, was a muggle. Erin, who doesn’t care much about blood status, goes by his father’s name, Harper, rather than his mother’s Morgan name, unlike his brother.
Now, as to Erin’s personal history- he was born and raised in the family home just outside of Newport, Wales. His childhood was largely uneventful except for the birth of his younger sister, Hannah, when he was 4 and the unpleasant summers and holidays when his brother, Landis, was home from Hogwarts. His own first four years at Hogwarts were also rather uneventful. He earned mediocre grades in everything but his flying classes, which he adored, Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he excelled in, and Care of Magical Creatures, because Erin rather likes animals. It’s only been recently, in the last year or so, that he’s begun to be less quiet and more troublesome. He’s started to skip classes, to pick fights, to be more open about his disregard for authority. However, he hasn’t yet done anything too serious.
How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Not quite charismatic or stable enough to be a leader, and too proud to be anyone’s lackey, Erin is a bit of a loner. He has plenty of House spirit, and he gets along with pretty much anyone for a while, but even his friends are more like acquaintances.
Writing Sample:
((This is a post from another site. The woman is Tulojow Nagde, the bird is her eagle, the serpent is her patronus. But since Tulo is the school Healer here, too, I figure it still works.))
Erin Harper was lying on his back on a bench and staring at the sky, having snuck up to the Quidditch stands to smoke an illicit cigarette. It had not been a fun day. First he’d made his cauldron explode in Potions- and not intentionally- then there’d been an exam in Charms, he’d missed lunch because some tosser had told his Astronomy teacher exactly who it was who’d reset all the telescopes to Uranus (and Erin had thereafter spent his lunch hour explaining that no, really, he loved Uranus, he found it very astrologically significant in said teacher’s office), and he hadn’t been able to find his cat all day. So he’d headed up to the stands to be alone. The cigarette, in this case, was the secondary comfort.
He’d been more or less zoning out when something large and light-colored streaked past his view. For a split-second half of Erin's body was in shadow, and by the time it had flitted off him he had recognized the outspread wings and moving blur as some sort of bird. A really big bird, and the wrong shape for an owl.
Erin considered moving. Really, he did. But the bird had already gone by, and turning his head to the side didn't reveal any explanation or further sighting. It was obviously gone by now, and at that speed long gone. So Erin let his body relax, tense muscles slumping back into the position of rest.
He was languid and listless again when a violent licker of movement out of the corner of one eye caught his attention. Half-expecting it to be the bird again, he'd turned his head at the movement but it had been a full second before what he saw caught up to his brain. It simply did not seem possible for what he thought he was seeing to be real, and so his brain argued with his eyes that he could not possibly be seeing a gigantic flying bloody white serpent until his body finally got tired of it, took over, and propelled him off the bench and onto the floor. His wand appeared in his hand without his knowledge, ready to shoot, although afterward he’d feel rather stupid- a wand, against something like that?
By the time he'd come back to his senses his heart was racing, there was no giant flying serpents in sight, and he'd nearly bitten through his cigarette. Erin stared blankly at the air in front of him for several minutes, then lowered his wand and made a mad dash for the edge of the stands, leaping over the benches to hang over the edge and peer down.
Nothing. Only, down on the ground, a woman he didn't recognize individually but vaguely remembered from the staff table, a wand in her hand. Erin's eyes narrowed, hurriedly stowing away his wand and making sure his cigarette was out of sight. He glared down at the woman, his vague sense of contentment ripped utterly to shreds, but even Erin wouldn’t curse at a teacher. You got in all sorts of trouble for that.
“WHAT,” A brief pause, as Erin drew in the breath to be heard all the way from the top of the bleachers, “WAS THAT?”
Sum up your character in one paragraph: With very little regard for authority, Erin switches between keeping to himself in a strange, worrying fashion and lashing out in some loud, attention-grabbing way. On a face-to-face basis, he’s not always hard to get along with if one possesses a great deal of patience or isn’t easily offended, and can even be pleasant company on occasion. Deeply inquisitive but just as easily bored, he tries hard at the subjects he’s interested in and has a passion for Quidditch.
Erin Harper: Sixth Year Slytherin