Tracy Jones: Healer-in-Training; Potion and Plant Poisoning

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Last Edit: November 23, 2014, 07:52:42 AM by Ignan Storm

Re: Biography

Reply #1 on October 27, 2011, 02:24:14 PM

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F U L L  C H A R A C T E R  N A M E: 

               Tracy Ezekiel Jones

C H A R A C T E R  &  A G E:  June 10th 1992  (18)
C I T Y  &  C O U N T R Y  O F  B I R T H:  Brooklyn, New York (USA)
P U R E B L O O D / H A L F B  L O O  D / M U G G L E B O R N:  Halfblood
H O U S E  &  Y E A R:  Senior, Ptolemy Hall (Salem Institute)

W A N D:  14 ¾”, apple, hippocampus heartstring. Supple, with a straight
shaft, a knobby, but sturdy handle, and a dancing clabbert carved into the
base. Excellent for all wandwork, particularly Healing, Nature, and Defensive
magic.



Physical Description
With those kind, deep-set eyes, those brawny arms always ready to give out hugs, and a smile utterly brilliant against dark skin, Tracy is the picture of good-looking good will—and at a whopping six foot six, the boy is no ickle cherub, either. Inside that broad chest of his is a hearty laugh just waiting to rock the wings, and an avid enthusiasm for sports (such as Quodpot and (American) football) has left him with a rather heroic physique that would make sculptors drop chisels on their feet. All in all, he is, by general agreement, probably one of the best-looking boys of his year, if not the entire school.

Fashion-wise, though, he’s not nearly as remarkable as your typical Beauxbatons boy or what-have-you (though most seem to agree that it wasn’t like you’d paid much attention to his clothes anyway). Where luxurious suits or designer brand jeans might suit others, Tracy himself prefers to keep things simple and low maintenance; a plain T-shirt or tank top—coupled with a worn-out pair of jeans and boots that could’ve belonged to someone’s grandfather—is enough to keep him happy. A nice jacket (like a pea coat) is as fancy as he’s willing to get.

Anything else, he assures you, was not his doing.

Still, that isn’t to say that the rest of him is scruffy-looking, because it isn’t. Thanks to good ol’ Nanna and her militant views on neatness, button-downs are typically tucked in, stubble is an endangered species, and tight black curls are never allowed to grow further than a third of an inch. If you were to guess that he smelled of “fuckin’ soap and daisies,”[1] you would probably be right.


Personality Description
Big brother. Team Mom. Mama’s boy. All these words sum Tracy up nicely, even if they don’t really offer the whole picture. Yes, he’s always providing the younger kids a role model they can look up to, and yes, he actually likes looking after/worrying about his friends, making sure they’ve got all the stuff they need (and sometimes even packing ‘em a lunch to go with it), and, yes, the one woman he’ll always defer to above God is Mama Margo herself, but that’s only part of the story; for every side there’s always another and the same rule goes for Tracy.

He’s a hard worker, sure enough, and he’s got the grades to prove it, but by no means is he the serious type. Like many of his peers having fun’s a pretty big deal for him, and while he’s definitely one to follow the rules, he isn’t a stickler for them—especially if it means no one will get hurt and there’s a good time to be had. He’s also pretty chill as far as “picture-perfect” good boys go; there’s very little that fazes him, and when it comes to the more... exasperating of his peers, he is a fountain of patience (which is probably the rarest fountain of anything of all). No matter where he is, you can bet that there’s always a few people hanging around nearby, just to be near him.

Tracy is also known for giving good advice. While he can be a bit of a bleeding heart at times, the boy is as levelheaded as it gets and can be counted on keeping it that way in a crisis. Fair-minded and honest almost to a fault, more than one person has come to him for help—whether simply to mediate or whatever—and even adults have been known to ask for his input on a couple of things. It’s because of this that people are always trying to get him to run for positions like class president or some other thing—because they know he’ll always do his best to do them right. The fact that he’s genuinely modest (as well as a good and nice leader, which doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing) only serves to make him even more appealing as a public figure. And as extroverted as he is, one can expect to see him thrive in such a spotlight.

Which... isn’t to say that he’s Mr. Perfect, however, because just like other people Mr. Jones has his flaws, too. His willingness to please others sometimes makes him a complete pushover, unfortunately, and the poor boy’s quite sensitive, too—sometimes too sensitive. He’s been known to cry at chick flicks, and if you tell him your nanna passed away you’ll never find a flower that wilts faster. He’s just a big softie, really, and nothing will get to him like tears or a sob story—making him rather easy to manipulate, if one plays his (or her) cards right.

Also, Tracy has been accused of being aggressively reasonable at times, and rather infuriating about it at that. In no way does he act this way deliberately—apparently—but on more than one occasion he has found himself dumped in the bewildering face of female logic.

Anyways, don’t talk smack about his ma. Ever. You’d have to be really good friends with him to start the Yo Mama game with this guy, or else the next thing you know there’s almost 170 lbs packing the punch coming your way like the fist of God.


History
About thirty years or so before Tracy was born, his father, Harold, had moved to the States as a young man from a small town in Dorset; because he was a Squib from a poor Wizarding family, he had equally poor job prospects and had figured he could do better elsewhere. After several years of searching Stateside, he became the trusty assistant to an elderly, roving Herbologist.

The work, of course, was both especially strenuous and dangerous to someone as Squib-ly as he, but it was exciting and rewarding nonetheless. Harold himself was a rather avid enthusiast of Herbology, and although he and the old man practically clashed over theories and opinions on a daily basis, the two of them got along famously. That they faced certain dangers together—such as bone-breaking creepers and man-eating trees—quite often ensured that Harold had a friend for life. When Harold’s contract finally ended, it was with more than a little regret that the Herbologist left him in New Orleans to continue searching.

It was there, in the swamps of that city, that the man met the first, greatest, and only love of his life, the enchantingly earthy Miss Margo Afamdi-Montenet. It was on one balmy summer evening in June that they married under the stars, and it was on another night almost exactly like it—albeit elsewhere—that Tracy Ezekiel Jones was born.

A few months earlier, Harold had gotten himself another job, this time with an admiring colleague of his previous employer. Thanks to the old man’s glowing recommendation, his new boss had offered him a much bigger salary—as well as a chance to actually work with what he loved while actually staying in the same place. Delighted with the offer, Harold agreed and brought his pregnant wife to the borough of Brooklyn, New York. In due time, the two of them (-and, later, the three of them) would move out of their tiny, cramped apartment and into the brownstone where Tracy would grow up, where he would learn how to play basketball and cheer at touchdowns on the telly, and eventually meet the little girl who would grow up into the girl of his dreams.

A brownstone that promised many more where’s to come, and was a rather beautiful one at that. It was just a shame that Harold would not be there for most of it.

Tracy was only eight-years-old when his father contracted a strange and terrible disease. Harold, a partner to his boss by then, had been studying the latest specimen the woman had obtained from the sewers of Manhattan, a labyrinthine network of forgotten pipelines where all sorts of things thrived on the pollution. The thing was... unusual, to say the least. Resembling a smear of dog feces in shape and possessing a consistency like tar, it was as far from ‘plant-like’ as a plant could get. And on top of it all it was nearly invisible under a good light, and merely a dark, incongruous shape where there was hardly any light at all—a remarkable quality, he had noted with amazement. A plant that thrived on pollution in the dark-

-And would prove to be deadly, at that.

The young boy would remember how ravaged his father had become throughout the course of his illness, how rich, dark skin had blanched into the dusky, ashen gray, how it had become pitted where the plant's acid had landed and had begun to fester. How trying to flush it with cleansing draughts and pure water from the magical spring of So-and-So only exacerbated the wounds, and how they had begun to eat away at him from the inside out. How—as it grew more and more obvious that he was going to die, and in pain—the waiting seemed to take as much from his mother as she stayed at his father’s side, waiting in the knowledge that there was nothing she could do to help.

And so she waited. And waited. And waited... but not for long.

A powerful and (generally) nature-abiding witch of the swamps, Tracy’s mother was not unfamiliar with death; it was, after all, an every-day occurrence from where she had come from. But she had loved her husband very much and Tracy had taken his death hard, so not even a month had passed before she packed his things and sent him to Louisiana, where he would live with his Nanna Lou for the next three years. That done, Margo packed her own bags and took herself away to Exeter, looking for... something. Peace, Tracy would figure out later, when he was older and forgave his mam for leaving him.

Under his grandmother’s care, Tracy learned to respect nature, and life and death as it came—though that never stopped him from trying to save the baby birds, taking in the half-drowned kittens, or looking after the bleeding dog who had lost one of her legs to a speeding Volkswagen (who still lives with his nanna, under the name of Dolly and is the proud mother of three litters, a few of which who still live with her now). He also learned how to dust the dirt off his knees, scrape the mud from his shoes, keep his shirt neat and walk like a man (even if a little one)... as well as how to cook a batch of seafood gumbo as good as any ten-year-old can make. For cooking, he would soon find, was to be his hobby, his talent, his passion—and it would stay that way even when he had begun to show more obvious signs of magic. Even now Tracy has remained a chef at heart, albeit one who is more likely to use a wand than a ladle.

Now that he’s older, he shuttles between three cities—Salem (school year), Exeter (July), and New Orleans (August). He’ll pick a more permanent place to live soon enough.


Why was your character Allowed/Chosen to attend the Tournament?

Tracy was chosen for his grades, his standing, his personality and his leadership skills. One of the school’s best and brightest in all the ways that matter, Tracy stands out among his peers as a friend, a protector, and a leader with his own innate ability and caring personality, and his stellar grades have helped see to him numbered among Salem’s TWT candidates. As far as poster boys capable of living up to their own image go, Tracy is as good as it gets.

Sum up your character in one paragraph.

Simply put, Tracy Ezekiel Jones is one big, good-looking teddy bear with a lot of muscles, a brain, and an iron-clad faith in humanity that one could make tanks out of. He likes sports and loves cooking, his school, and his family—something he considers many of his closest friends to be. He is very much the people person and positively thrives when surrounded by other people. If there was ever a friend you simply haven’t met yet, chances are it’s probably him.




 1. Salem alumni Ms. Jegal’s words, eloquent as always.
Last Edit: November 22, 2014, 10:19:45 PM by Tracy Jones

Re: Additional Information [WIP]

Reply #2 on October 27, 2011, 02:25:54 PM

Sociological Characteristics
[Transportation:]  Excellent flier; passed Apparition test; has a driver’s license.
[Interests:]  Cooking, Herbology, Quodpot, American football, and Quidditch.
[Quirks/Vices:]  Restless foot-tapping when worried or tense; tends to worry too much (and rub his head like a crystal ball when he’s especially worried), prone to ‘mothering,’ can be a terrible pushover at times.
[Allergies or Physical Handicaps:]  [  ] Yes [X] No 
[Musically Inclined:]  [X] Yes [  ] No  He sings! Not spectacularly, yeah—and he is a little out of key—but what he lacks in ability, he makes up for in performance. And he’s quite the smooth dancer. c:
[Pet(s):]  [X] Yes [  ] No  Several: Dolly, an old three-legged lady he’s had for years (pictured with Rico, a 3-week-old kitten); Paollo, a 4-year-old beagle mix; Lady Sophia, a 6-year-old setter; Al, Bernadette, Nibou, Gui-Gui, and Ti Mali.
[Extra Information:]  He can see thestrals.


Favorite...
  • [COLOR:]  Charcoal Gray.
  • [FOOD:]  Jambalaya and sweet potato fries.
  • [BOOK:]  Wuthering Heights.
  • [FILM:]  Grease.
  • [MUSIC STYLE:]  Jazz, R&B, hip hop and rap.
  • [BAND/ARTIST:]  Louis Armstrong.
  • [PLACE to VISIT:]  New Orleans.
Magical Characteristics
[Best Subject(s):]  Home Economics, Herbology, Magizoology, Potions, Charms...
[Worse Subject(s):]  None!
[Amortentia:]  [WIP]
[Patronus:]  Husky.
[Favorite Spell:]  Expecto Patronum (Patronus Charm).
[Most Used Spell:]  Expecto Patronum (Patronus Charm).
[Best Offensive Spell:]  Calefax (Hot Air Charm).
[Best Defensive spell:]  Protego Totalum (Wide Shield).


What Ifs
[Where does character see himself in 10 years:]  Running his own restaurant, or continuing his culinary education. Maybe with a girlfriend or a fiancé by then, who knows?
[Personal goal(s) not yet achieved:]  [WIP]
[Biggest Regret/Mistake:]  [WIP]


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
Last Edit: February 04, 2012, 06:27:19 PM by Tracy Jones

Re: Special Title

Reply #3 on November 11, 2011, 10:50:19 AM

Tracy Jones,
C L A S S  P R E S I D E N T

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

What Experience has Prepared You For This Honor?

People respect me, an’ it isn’t based on nothin’. I can see problems in big terms an’ small; I can think on my feet an’ plan ahead; I get things done an’ see ideas come through; an’ I’m trusted to make decisions because people trust me to make good ones. I’m also honest ‘bout the things I do, say, think, an’ feel; I’m ded’cated to whatever cause I take up; an’ I’m determined—determined t’ make the right choices, fulfill my goals, an’ make sure as many people will ben’fit from them as much as I can.

I also try t’ keep things fair ‘n square an’ get along well with others, an’ because of this I usually am in a position to lead. I was Quodpot captain of my hall last year, an’ sometimes act as team captain whenever the guys want t’ play football. For more group projects than I can remember I’ve been chosen t’ be group leader, an’ for other projects an’ activities I’ve been asked for advice, my opinion, or t’ make decisions, even for stuff I’m not even a part of.

An’ I can make compromises, an’ not just b’tween others an’ myself, either. More times ‘n not they’ve worked out; people are usually satisfied with ‘em, even if they’re not happy ‘bout it.

This year [2009 - ‘10] things’ll be diff’rent, though. Since I’ll be away from Salem, I’ll have t’ keep in touch an’ up-t’-date as much as possible, so I’ll be Flooin’ for meetings when I can an’ writin’ letters when I can’t, an’ maybe send a Howler o’ two if I have to—but not always fo’ somethin’ bad, I hope. Jus’ t’ get a point across if it calls for it. But if that doesn’t work, I have DC t’ help me!



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

Listenin’. How else will you know what the problem is—or what you have t’ do—if you aren't listenin’ to the ones who came to you wit’ it in the first place, or th’ ones who’re tryin’ a help you solve it? Not t’ mention it’s pretty vital in decision-makin’, come to think of it. . .


Tell a Story From Your Past That Has Proven Your Mettle:

The soccer an’ football teams have t’ share a field, right, so like, as teams they don’t like each other very much, ‘cause when people play on a field for any ‘mount o’ time they come to think of it as theirs, not unlike ownership of an actual house, or restaurants where married couples had their firs’ dates, or secret spots tha’ only you an’ maybe a few others know ‘bout. People get tetchy ‘bout havin’ t’ share fields with other teams from the same sport, but b’tween different sports it’s kind of. . . worse, to be honest, because there’s those lil’ details that make up the sport that people make fun of. Like, ‘Oh, soccer,’ they’d say. ‘You just go ‘round kicking balls like this-’ an’ then someone would demonstrate in. . . you know. . . That way. Fruity. . . ly.

An’ likewise someone’d fight back: ‘Oh, football. A real tough job if you get to wear all that crap ‘cause of a few bumps an’ bruises-’ an’ then th’ next thing you know the goalie net’s been trashed, the footballs’re slashed, the locker rooms look like Katrina hit ‘em with a couple of cans of paint an’ your coach an’ the director are yellin’ at you ‘til they’re blue in the face ‘cause you got them in trouble an’re makin’ the school look bad t’ everyone else. Gettin’ the picture? . . .Yeah? Okay.

So when there’d been a double bookin’ an’ it looked like we were gonna have a repeat of that again, one o’ my friends asked me if I could please, please help figure this out, you’re good at this thing (remember what you did with th’ theater kids an’ band geeks?). An’ I don’t know how anyone can be good at this thing ‘cause it’s not the same as, say, learnin’ how t’ do a double wheelie or whatever, but it was a friend of mine who’d asked so I said yes, an’ then I went ‘round askin’ the teams if they could all, y’know, have a few people from the teams meet with me in out a’ the front of the school so we could talk this over, you don’t want the benches havin’ t’ play next season, do you? You guys want to keep your share of the field, don’t you?

An’ then they did, an’ they met up with me like I’d asked. There was some yellin’ an’ Banks almost punched O’Hara in the face an’ DC had t’ pull ‘em apart (an’ th’ two o’ them had t’ go t’ the nurse afterwards), yeah, but after we got past th’ name-calling an’ stuff everyone finally settled down an’ actually listened to each other, an’ then they reached a compr’mise that soccer would have these days at this time an’ football would have those days at that time, an’ then the next thing you knew there were some grudgin’ nods an’ grumblin’ left, but we all went back t’ our friends in one piece. An’ what do you know, no one had to sit out for next season.

. . .‘cept the benches, o’ course.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
Last Edit: February 08, 2012, 05:37:51 PM by Tracy Jones

Re: Academics

Reply #4 on February 04, 2012, 06:09:05 PM

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

S C H E D U L E
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Last Edit: February 05, 2012, 11:50:11 AM by Tracy Jones

Career Change: Tracy Jones

Reply #5 on November 22, 2014, 10:17:16 PM

Career Change
Approved! - Kit
Character Name: Tracy Jones
Character Biography: [x]
Previous Job/Position: Salem Institute Senior; Class President
Position Applying For: Healer-in-Training; Potion and Plant Poisoning

Why have you chosen to change careers?:
Tracy has always expressed an interest in looking after others, particularly when they've been injured, and his talents in Herbology and Potions made it a natural choice.

Choosing St. Mungo's over St. Dymphna's was not as easy. But now that his time at Salem is over, he's looking forward to seeing more of the world, and after his run in the Tetrawizard Tournament brought him to the attention of a local Healer, he's made his decision.

Elaborate on your expertise in this new field:
Herbology has always been Tracy's specialty, a subject he's achieved top marks in ever since he could hold a trowel. Consequently, it's been a great help in Potions.

But perhaps more importantly is Tracy's desire to help others and the remarkable ease he's always had in handling them. Even as a young, big-eared, gangly-limbed sprout Tracy has proven himself a natural caretaker. His easygoing charm, honest nature, and desire to take care of people endears him to many. He has also apprenticed at St. Dymphna's the summer of 2009.

Describe your new job and how you go about doing it:
As a trainee Healer in Potion and Plant Poisoning, Tracy will be expected to use his knowledge in Potions and Herbology to correctly diagnose, and address, any cases he may come across, but for now his duties primarily consist of running errands and patient recovery.
Last Edit: November 23, 2014, 07:51:52 AM by Ignan Storm
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