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Full Character Name: George Jacob Carter
Character Birthday & Age: 18 / 23 November 1989
City & Country of Birth: Birmingham, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Halfblood
House & Year: Gryffindor Seventh Year

Wand: Nine and three-quarters inch pliable and smooth Myrtlewood with Demiguise Hair core is George’s wand, and the handle is a bit warped from years of holding and oiling when he isn’t using it.

Physical Description:

At five seven, George realizes he is a short man in the scheme of things. He gets nitpicked about his height from all around, from his friends, to his family, to his enemies. He takes it in stride, however, and makes sure to make up for that with jokes right back. He’s lucky he’s cute, his mother says.

His dirty blonde hair is able to be put into any way he wants, with very little effort. The longer it grows, the wavier it becomes. The shorter he keeps it, the more porcupine it becomes. Either way, he likes his hair and doesn’t mind if it’s doing its own thing or if he styles it. What he does like to do is do it up for special occasions. He could be one of the most decorated Quidditch fans out there, and he’s on the broom…

His blue green eyes are the softest feature of his face. The color changes depending on the day (he jokes on occasion that it changes with his mood), but it stays within the realm of blue, green, or hazel. His face is very ‘cute’ and angled to a nice, strong chin. His lips are full and easily fall into a thoughtful pursed look, a grin, amused look, or frown.

His father has been remarked as a ‘well built, manly man,’ which George has come down to express means ‘stocky.’ For a shorter man, George brings in those genes and while not exceedingly muscular (who wants to be anyway?), he is ‘stocky’ and not skin and bones or overly chubby. A little gut never hurt anyone though, right? Besides… he has practice at least weekly, so it helps keep him in shape.

When he isn’t in his uniform, George can be found in a variety of clothing. He likes tank tops, loves jackets, and doesn’t half mind button up collar shirts. He prefers dressing down, but can be bothered to be presentable. His family brought him up that way, anyhow. Even as a stocky fellow, he tends to run on cool, and keeps a lightweight jacket or sweater with him at almost all times. Those times he forgets it, he finds himself shivering in regret.

His favorite physical attribute, however, are his sideburns. He keeps them long, well kept and trimmed, and just so. Whether his hair is cut exceedingly short, grown out, or in between one or the other, the hair on the side of his head is always below the earlobe. That ‘fifties bad boy’ look inspires him, really.

Aside from his overall look and outfits that he generally wears, however, he also has numerous scars over his body. They are to remind him of what he tried to take apart, trees he climbed (and had to reclimb), and hills he didn’t quite make on the bike. A boy who constantly challenged himself physically has the memories and reminders of failed attempts.

Personality Description:

A man who likes to know the worst first and the best second would quickly tell anyone who was truly interested that he was a stubborn, sarcastic, rebellious fool. With a grin, of course. And he would be right! He finds it difficult to be told he is wrong, and is often steadfast in his conviction of not accepting anything but his words to be truth. Even when the answer is staring him right in the face. It seems to run in his family, though.

Sarcasm is a well armed tool, in his opinion. He has plenty of times where it backfires and makes him feel bad, sure, but he has also learned to be proficient in it, if not a full out master at his tender age. Again, another trait in the family. On top of his sarcasm and unwillingness to give into others comes his rebellious attitude. He doesn’t like to be told what to do, and doesn’t like to be held to others standards. His older brother was expected to do everything right, and George was more or less just expected. When they started to get on him about his school work, he rebelled against it and refused to do it at all.

Still, he has to figure out a happy medium. Clearly rebelling against authority (his parents, professors, and headmaster) didn’t work out all the time. He is willing to, after some time, look at what he has done and try and change things. In the end, he realizes it is for him that he do well in certain things. He is a witty and clever young man, in his own right.

That said… he is horrible with reading. George isn’t quite sure what it is, but he finds that he can’t learn anything from reading out of a book. If he were to sit in front of a page and reread it for an hour straight (and mind you, he has done that in lessons to appear to be working), he couldn’t turn and tell you what he’d just read over and over again.

He is a very clever young man, very inventive, but must have hands on to appreciate it. George has to see how something works. Otherwise it goes in one ear and out the other. Transfiguration is probably one of his most favorite classes because he can take the written (or spoken) instruction and turn it into something feasible. He still benefits from seeing it done once, but finds that once he has seen it, it comes back to him quicker than other students.

Inventive, yes, he is that as well. Since he was a young boy, he’s been interested in how things work, why they work, and how he can replicate the process. His favorite object of fascination are bicycles, however. His father’s parents had one around when he was a little boy, and he begged his Grandfather Jacob to teach him. After he figured it out, that was it. Then, for each birthday and Christmas thereafter, he was constantly requesting a new bike, or some new item for an existing bike that he wanted to upgrade.

It might not hold much interest for wizards, as it doesn’t fly or make life particularly easier, but George feels that if he applies himself enough, he can make it work for his fellow witches and wizards. It all comes down to understanding in some way or another why something works in order to figure a way to apply it. Now, if only he didn’t procrastinate…

History:

22 January wasn’t meant to be an exciting day. No, in fact, it wasn’t for another two weeks that it was supposed to be. His parents hadn’t planned on any new addition quite yet; Sam had planned to take one last run down to check on his work before he came back for any final preparations in the nursery.

Things never go as planned, though. On the 21st of January, Penelope was enjoying her breakfast, humming along while little Philip ran around the house, playing with his favorite quidditch player figurines, allowing them to fly after one another now and again. He even had his uncle perched happily on one (though clearly not his real uncle; he’d all ready been explain that it wasn’t Jamie).

One moment, she was fine, having a bite of her pancakes with sugar. The next, she was gripping her stomach tenderly, groaning in pain. A few hours later and she was sweaty with the fatigue of labor. Sam was distraught. Perhaps more so than his wife, even. Two weeks early? That wasn’t good, right? He’d owled his father, his sister, trying to figure out more. Surely those two would have a better idea?

Philip was not easily subdued, even in the hospital. For a five year old, anything short of a tranquilizer would probably not even slow him down. Until Sam bellowed at him to behave like a young man. Philip then sat down, wide eyed, and did not move again until he begged his father to go to the restroom.

Even with all the commotion going on, the unnamed child was taking his or her little time. Sam and Penelope had decided on finding out the sex of their baby until birth, and though it seemed it infuriate some members of the family, not sure what to get for baby showers and such, Sam found the wait to be quite a fun little game. They all ready had names picked out. Melissa if it were a girl, George if it were a boy.

Finally, though, after sixteen hours of labor, the healers decided to take a further look. It shouldn’t be this difficult, this early in! By all their looks and estimates, the child (who they did know the sex of but kept to themselves) was a bit under weight for what they would have preferred to deliver, but it was obvious he wasn’t waiting around. Upon further investigation, the healer figured out the problem; he had the cord wrapped around his neck.

Luckily the procedure was quick, and George was delivered prematurely, but in relatively healthy condition. From then on, though, he would be considered the ‘runt’ of the family. Throughout his childhood, however, it worked for him. He was smaller than other kids his age in general, and was able to get into tighter and smaller areas than they were. His exploration of surrounding areas and neighborhoods was more thorough than the other kids on his street.

The issue with the age difference between his older brother and himself, as they got older, was that Philip didn’t want to do everything his parents forced him to do with George. It was always George tagging after Philip, until Philip went off to Hogwarts. At the tender age of six, George had to start doing things on his own. He had some time to study with his mum when she wasn’t busy, but even then his attention was elsewhere.

Luckily, his grandfather was able to distract the young boy. Perhaps Jacob was tired of seeing George sulk around, dragging his toy behind him as if he’d lost the other half of his body. He’d showed the young boy a bicycle, and though it took a few weekends, he was able to get George on it by himself. Once that happened, George was off all the time on his bike, and his grandfather let him take it home with him to use until he got his own.

Luckily Christmas came quicker than usual that year, and he got the one big thing he asked for. Though Philip was home with all sorts of stories and things to talk about from Hogwarts, George was distracted with more important things. By the time Philip was back in school, George had successfully taken apart his new bike and slowly learned from trial and error how to put it back together. His mum had a small heart attack when she walked into the shed and found it littered with little nuts and bolts and gears all over, with little George in the midst of it all.

Though he loved his bicycle (and any he was able to acquire to add to his collection), he was also a young wizard at heart and was quite a quidditch fan. It came with being a boy, listening to the radio games, but especially because his uncle was a Quidditch player. Playing in the yard on broomsticks were some of his most carefree moments in his childhood, off of the bike. He much preferred to watch the game and defend the goal when they had family games, however.

Nevertheless, time slowly passed for the young man. He loved being a kid, getting into things and tinkering around the house. On numerous occasions his mum or dad found some piece of complicated furniture taken apart. They didn’t like it when he took apart as much of the washer as his little eight year old body could get to, and refused to use it even after he put it back together.

He was adamant that it would still work, though. He tried to test it with the white linen his mum had planned to wash before Easter, and when it came out pink he was both shocked and curious as to why. His mum was not so easy going about it. George couldn’t understand why he was being punished; he just wanted to prove it worked…

Throughout his childhood, George trying new things and his family finding out later, he was told he was a tough child to bring up. In all honesty, he didn’t understand what they meant. He did what he did but didn’t hurt anyone. The one time he put the cat in the bath didn’t count either! He was truly trying to clean it, because he’d just covered it with mud and who knows what else.

Troublesome and always into things, it was a wonder that Sam was able to hold down his job as a curse breaker and Penelope could do the occasional charity work that she enjoyed. Luckily for them, however, the Hogwarts letter came for young George, and they excitedly shipped the curious eleven year old off to school. They loved their son, sure, but they were looking forward to the ‘off’ time, allowing them to get back to their work without the worry of what they might come home to.

He wasn’t as apprehensive as other first years when it came to being sorted. He wasn’t much bothered by the entire house selection. It was just school, after all. What good was it? He’d heard some of the stories Philip had gone on about, and it sounded horrid to little George. Sorted into Gryffindor, while his brother clapped from Ravenclaw, George sat down and accepted the congratulatory cheers and pats on the back from his fellow house mates.

It didn’t really sink in what all he could do at Hogwarts until half way through his first year. He made friends, attended classes against his better judgment, and kept up on his studies as well as he could. George just couldn’t sink his teeth into a book, unless he was trying to rip it apart in frustration. On more than one occasion someone had caught him attempting that. Especially History of Magic.

Then he started to hang out with a few of the older Gryffindor boys, and suddenly he found something more exciting than studying. He could find adventure even at the stuffy old castle! The lake was probably his most curious area; the woods looked bigger than ones he was used to, sure, but it was just a bunch of trees and creatures. What could be under the water? What treasures might be hidden beneath the deep?

In his third year, he decided to find out. It started off as a dare; a couple of sixth year boys were attempting the bubble charm, and decided to use George, their happy little guinea pig, to attempt it on. They told him to go as far down as he could before the charm wore off, and then come back up. He went ahead with it excitedly, not realizing until he was quite a bit below the surface and the charm started to wear off that he wouldn’t have enough breath to make it back up.

Panic set in, and as water started to leak against the sides of his head, George started to clamber for the surface. His little legs and outstretching hands weren’t working quite fast enough. Within twenty meters of the surface, the charm wore off completely. With water now in his eyes, his vision blurred and all ready decreased because of the late afternoon hour, George struggled to pump his way up with expanding the least amount of energy.

Unluckily, his air ran out with ten meters still to go. In his panic, he let it out all in one cough, breathing in a fresh wave of water. Struggling now, his body unable to handle breathing water, he fought even more but couldn’t seem to get any closer. The next thing he remembers is waking up in the school’s infirmary, an angry yet worried healer standing near him. Coughing and reaching up in reflex, he quickly came back to the situation. To say he got in trouble for that was putting it lightly. Expulsion was thrown around to get him to behave, and for the rest of his third year, he was a good little Gryffindor.

Then his fourth year started. He had the entire summer to plan how the year was going to go. At fifteen, he was well into acknowledging the opposite gender, and more than happy to have one or two accompany him wherever he went. He had been suspended from the Quidditch team after his little lake incident as punishment, but was allowed to try out for it again in his fourth year for his good behavior the rest of the third year. That helped him become well known amongst all ages at Hogwarts.

He got into trouble here and there for silly things; not attending class so that he could brew a rather horrible smelling love potion for fun, or taking a jog too close to the forbidden forest, or being out past curfew on more than one occasion. He was just naturally curious, and he was naturally drawn to trouble. Detentions, school work, and quidditch made his time very busy indeed. The problem for George was that he didn’t feel that school was necessary. Why did he have to learn about the reasons behind firing off a curse? If he was going to use it, he wasn’t about to debate the use of it right then…

It didn’t help that his brother had graduated and was all ready following in their father’s footsteps as a curse breaker. George didn’t mind calling him a tosser to his face, either. In all reality, the constant trouble and lack of attention to coursework left George not only the runt of the family, but also the disappointment. They all tried to encourage him, but after butting heads with the strong willed young man, there was only so much they could do.

His fourth year didn’t go so badly as some expected. He was only threatened expulsion once, and after he was told what he needed to correct in order to stay at Hogwarts, he changed it. They wanted him to do more homework, so he did. They told him he had to take his O.W.L.s seriously, so he tried. He still didn’t read, though. It was such a pain for him.

Then his fifth year came. The most trying year of all up to this point. He was constantly studying and doing homework and trying to keep up with Quidditch that he didn’t really understand how some kids were able to do all that and then some. They had no life, obviously. He made time for girlfriends and hanging out with his mates while other students did extracurricular activities, helped with clubs and other dorky things. He just wanted to get school over and done with so he could have another careless summer.

When he sat for his O.W.L.s, he wasn’t quite prepared for all it expected of him. Waiting for his results, he didn’t chew at his nails like other housemates did (or, oddly enough, like his family seemed to). So what if he didn’t do as well as he could have? In his mind, it just didn’t matter. George didn’t know what he wanted to do after school, but right then it certainly wasn’t more learning. Maybe he could start his career as a Quidditch player!

Upon receiving his O.W.L.s, he was a bit caught off guard by how much disappointment he felt. Perhaps it was more because once his family saw the scores, they weren’t going to be very pleased either.

P - Astronomy
A - Charms
P - DADA
A - Herbology
T - History of Magic
A - Potions
E - Transfiguration
P - Care of Magical Creatures
A - Divination

He told himself it didn’t matter. Come fall, however, he was only allowed to take a few classes due to his poor grades in so many courses. He ended up with Divination, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Herbology. He had to really try to get into potions and charms with only an A, and made promises he hoped he could keep to put himself out and give as much as he could.

His parents put him to work as some sort of punishment for the grades he had received. George figured they were so disappointed in him that they wanted to show their family that they could handle their son when he wasn’t at school. He worked constantly over the summer that was supposed to be his free time, his fun time.

Sixth year began all right. He was balancing everything, and with so few classes, he felt like the next two years would be easy as pie. After the first month of classes, George started to skip out on lectures, only handing in some of his assignments. Perhaps he was taking out the fact that he’d only been allowed a little fun over the summer, not much of a break. Perhaps he was just done with school. Really, when he looks back on it now, he kicks himself for not just sticking with it.

When the holidays came and his grades were boarding on failing, he had to have a talk with his parents and the headmaster. Either he shape up, or he was going to be sent home. Now comes in the rebellious streak. He told them he didn’t need school, no one really used it in the real world anyway. What good was it going to be, able to make a love potion? He didn’t need the help of potions in his life! His spot on the Quidditch team was revoked, much to the disappointment and irritation of his fellow players, and he was pushed to try harder.

If anything, his punishment made him slack off even more. By half way into the second half of his sixth year, he was being called back into the Headmaster’s office. He was given two options: either leave and come back in the fall to try again, or start applying himself. That was when he went off and ended up taking the choice to leave. He didn’t plan on going back in the fall either.

His current girlfriend, whom he’d been with since the start of the year, was rather put off by the fact he’d given up and decided to do the year over again—what was the point in that? Why hadn’t he just applied himself? To say that he ended it shortly thereafter was putting it nicely. He was all ready going to hear it from his family, why hear it from his girlfriend?

When he showed up at his parents doorstep nowhere near when he was supposed to, he got the biggest lecture he’d ever heard. He let it in one ear, out the other, and just went on about his business. Until everything was on lock down and he wasn’t allowed to even pick up a magazine to flip through. Books were put out for him to dive through to get ready for school in the fall, no matter how much protesting he did.

It wasn’t until his grandfather came over to ‘talk with him’ that he started to look at the situation differently. Jacob was disappointed in his grandson, and that was one person George didn’t want to disappoint. Sure, he didn’t want to do that to his dad or mum either, but it was heavier, somehow, knowing he’d done that to his gramps.

Over the summer, his Uncle Leon was able to get him an internship at the Ministry, working to try and get back on track for the fall, learning organizational skills in the Department of International Cooperation. He filed paperwork and was allowed to attend a few meetings, sure, but it was still something. His entire attitude changed; he went from uncaring and indifferent about school and coursework to suddenly wanting to try. It took four months for this, but it was good for him to work through.

As school neared starting up again, he went and had an interview with the Headmaster, explaining what he had done since he’d left school and how much he did want to come back and try. Somehow he convinced the headmaster (or maybe he had always been serious about letting George back), and in the fall of 2007, George was back at school. It was awkward at first, what with his new class being a year behind where he was, and his friends and classmates from before now in the graduating class that was excited and nervous for their N.E.W.T.s to come. His ex-girlfriend from the year before wanted nothing to do with him, and snickered behind his back to other girls. It irritated him that she let her sadness at their failed relationship come out bitterly.

He accepted it, though, and thought of it as often as he could as a learning experience. Now nearly finished with his sixth year, having only been late to a handful of classes (with legitimate reasons), he is hoping to get back on the Quidditch team for the following year. Tutoring as he needs it has been made available, and he’s actually taken it. In all his classes, the lowest grade he’s got is an A, and he even has an O in Transfiguration. That is a first for him! Now, if only he can add a little fun into his studying so that he can be less of a book worm…


How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Gryffindors’ tend to have the traits of being brave and chivalrous. George is often brave to the point of stupidity (at least he was prior to his turn of trouble), but also believes in having a fair fight and being courteous to the opposition. He doesn’t believe in fighting dirty, unless the other side initiates it first. Then he’ll make sure he comes out of it ahead, at the very least.

Writing Sample:

Leaning against the window frame, hunched slightly over the little apparatus he had, George turned the foot pedal and watched as the gears turned slowly in response. Perhaps the same idea could be replicated… using magic, though. He mused over it, like he often did when he had nothing better to do. The foot pedal moved slowly with the push of his fingers, a slow and steady rhythm.

Then the clock struck and made a loud noise throughout the corridor. Jumping slightly, nearly dropping his little toy, he scowled at the source of the noise and pushed off the wall. Shoving it into his bag and hoisting that on his shoulder, George stuck both hands (one of them a bit more dirty from bicycle grease than the other) deep into his pockets. Time to head to class anyway.

It was rather annoying, having to redo these classes. He’d been to a couple of them the previous year. Maybe he could skip it today… His mind wandered at that idea before he quickly shook his head, frowning hard and berating himself mentally. No. Definitely not. Go learn something. Or just waste his time in a class that believed more in theory and less in hands on.

Hearing his name, he glanced over his shoulder and surprise showed on his face. “Oh… hey, Mark.” As his younger friend jogged over to him, George bit on his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. The boy (who was younger but was also taller than George) slowed as he caught up to George. “Your homework done yet?” He looked positively worried.

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes and looked forward again, weaving out of the way of a couple of younger girls. “It’s due in ten minutes…” What, did this kid really think George wouldn’t have it done? Suddenly his blood ran cold and he froze in the hall. Had he forgotten his homework?! His eyes widened a little and his mouth opened slowly. He had to keep up on his studies… it was his thing, this year…

A slap on the back and a laugh brought him back slowly, and the boy shook his head and started walking backwards in the direction they’d been heading. “Honestly, Georgie-boy, you’re way too easy to fluff up.” Blinking and focusing once again on the boy, feeling suddenly angry at the presumption of the little twit that was grinning happily at the distress he’d caused, George started to walk forward a little faster, his hands coming out of his pockets.

“Why I oughta murder you, Adam!” The boy’s eyes widened and any smirk fell from his face as he tried to turn around and run for it, tripping over his own two feet. That was the downside to being too tall, clearly. His statement, however, had obviously been said too loud, making a nearby professor turn around and look straight at him. “Mr. Carter… I will trust you to be a bit more careful of the threats you make in the corridors.”

A bit sheepish now, a faint tint of red spreading across his cheeks, George inclined his head in agreement. “Thank you sir.” His voice was tense, but he headed into his next class. He was even getting to most his classes on time. Now that ought to earn him the scores he was supposed to be preparing for…

Sum up your character in one paragraph:

A normally easy going and charismatic young man who would prefer acting silly and hanging with friends to reading a book is finding his present state a bit challenging. He is up for it, however, knowing the consequences. It’s time for George to show he can be mature and handle adult situations. The fight between child and adult is raging, and he’s excited to see the victor in the mirror.

[Character Name:] George Carter
[Title Applying For:] Gryffindor Quidditch Captain
[Link to Accepted Biography:]
George Carter

[How Has Your Past Prepared You For This Honor?:]
Little else has been able to captivate the young man for so long, and he took an early interest when still running around his parents garden. Since coming to Hogwarts, he has probably invested more time in learning plays and practice than school work.

[What Do You Think the Most Important Aspect of This Job Is:?

It’s about inspiring his teammates and bringing a group of people together for a common purpose. This is also known as leadership.

[Tell a Story From Your Past That Has Proven Your Mettle:]
 
For the past three summers, when George goes home, he takes a month and assists the local Quidditch club, teaching the younger kids on Birmingham’s Billywigs. Running plays, doing practices, playing a few games, and celebrating a win or loss has sometimes been a highlight of his free time. It brings back memories of when he sported the vivid blue undersized jerseys.