John Kingside | Sixth Year Gryffindor; Quidditch Chaser Tags: Read 450 times / 0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic. John Kingside | Sixth Year Gryffindor; Quidditch Chaser on November 27, 2011, 01:40:57 AM Your Nickname:JohnHave you read and do you agree to the Code of Conduct?:YesHow did you find us and decide to write with us?Web SearchIf you have written other characters here:NoIf Yes, list them all:N/AIs this a Primary or Secondary Character?: PrimaryFull Character Name: Jonathan Alfrick KingsideCharacter Birthday & Age: October 5th, 1992; 17City & Country of Birth: Belfast, Northern IrelandPureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: HalfbloodHouse & Year: Gryffindor; 6thWand: 13", hawthorn wood, dragon heartstring; inflexible.Physical Description: Kingside is a broad-shouldered, square-chested young man, aesthetically transcribing athleticism to a tee. Skyscraping at an impressive and even six feet, it seems that John came into being simply to compete. Yes, even more statuesque than his stature would be his physique -- kept savoringly toned and masculine by way of excessive, upchuck-inducing cardio. A pair of piercing, forest green eyes dote upon a face set in hard, manly features -- perfectly complimented by a crop of lovely brown hair covering his scalp. When walking, John displays the swagger borne of a somewhat too content ego, though he exudes confidence in many ways. When his frame is not adorned by regulation Hogwarts robes, the boy wears respectably fashionable attire that belies the lower socio-economic stature which he suffers at home.Personality Description: John is many things; primarily, he is good-hearted, kind to a fault, and courageous. He is at times, however, naive about the darker aspects of life -- despite his upbringing -- and can at times be far too aggressive in his attempt to be friendly. However the boy, at all times, means well: he can show genuine concern for those he does not know, and will oft seek to right wrongs which he has no business sticking his nose into -- a facet of his persona that frequently attracts trouble. Without a doubt, he is equally as charismatic and compassionate as he is daring and adventurous.Frequently, Kingside has found himself remaining on the Quidditch pitch many hours after a practice has ended to give newer players a bit of extra help. At other times, he's been known to help his housemates polish out the nastier bits of homework assigned to them, and lend them a hand when studying for final exams. Kingside has, naturally, found himself in detention a few times -- generally because of a bit of poorly timed sneaking when out of the Gryffindor dorms after hours, or in restricted sections of the school.One of Kingside's biggest flaws is an inherent naivete for how brutal life can be; his own life, while not glamorous, has been kind as of late. Perhaps as a sort of defense mechanism for the harsher happenings in his childhood, Kingside has a habit of being entirely certain that good will always triumph over evil, justice will always be doled out properly, and bad things certainly will not happen to good people.History: A/N: Okay, this isn't my best work, and I'll understand if some things need to be altered or scrapped; I did my best to get a grasp on some things that have happened at Hogwarts in the past year or so, and I did some very, very minor research into locales of the United Kingdom. At the same time, I'm dreadful when it comes to writing third person, non-dialogue summaries -- but I didn't feel a fully fleshed story would be acceptable in this particular situation, so, there's that.Kingside is the product of two oddities: a former amateur boxer come day laborer after taking one too many blows to the head, and a proud, upstanding witch from Surrey. The two were introduced through a string of mutual friends and swiftly fell head over heels for each other; naturally, it took some rather nasty explaining and a great deal of time to introduce John's father to the world of magic -- but, eventually, he would come around. For a time.After knowing each other for perhaps a year, Mr. Kingside and his love were wed; consumating their unity, the couple concieved a lovely young boy, who would come to be seven short months later -- a premature child, struggling as violently to survive in the world as he did to enter it. John's life was idyllic; the trio lived in Belfast, Mr. Kingside's city of origin, while Mr. Kingside toiled quietly at all manner of blue-collar jobs to keep his livelihood, Mrs. Kingside working in and around Diagon Alley for much the same purpose.However, tragedy would soon strike: a second son was to come, and he would take Mrs. Kingside with him. Dying in childbirth, Mr. Kingside was robbed of the first and last woman he would ever love; truly, he exaggerated her beauty and greatness in his mind until he had no choice but to loathe his young boys.The two grew up quite unawares of their heritage; too young to remember his mother or her way of life, John presumed he was a normal young boy, along with his younger brother, Jacob. The two were, of course, inseperable. They played, learned, and grew together throughout their formative years. John, who was already showing signs of the athletic figure he would one day grow into, became a protector of sorts for his younger brother -- whose skinny frame and poor eyesight (requiring dreadful glasses!) earned him frequent bullying sessions from the older boys at school.Curious things had happened to John, here and again, as he grew up; food he did not desire to eat became foot he would love to eat -- later, he would overhear neighbors discussing the oddities of vanishing food -- while old, ratty clothes that John would be embarrassed to wear to school miraculously cleaned themselves up and became like new!He thought little of these things, chalking it up to pure coincidence or mystery -- however there was one final event that set the others apart, one which John could not ignore. It was, without a doubt, the single most horrifying and heart breaking moment of his life -- before or since.When he was nine, and Jacob eight, the pair had spent an evening by a deep creek outside of Belfast. As they played by the creek, the unthinkable happened -- young Jacob, who could not swim, tumbled into the river, taking John with him. The pair floundered for a moment, but before panic had even set in, John found himself spluttering and coughing up lungfuls of water on a nearby embankment.John rushed to help his brother, but could not swim himself; he watched, frantically, as his brother sank beneath the surface of the water, crying out for help. Rushing to and fro, trying to find help, John discovered he could not; nobody would come to save Jacob.His brother died, and along with him, a large part of John left. Too young to remember his mother, he mourned her death only in passing; however, his father, increasingly distant and unloving from the loss of his wife, was no friend. Since birth, John and Jacob had only each other. Now, John had no one.Things grew worse at home. John would spend hours, daily, playing football and rugby with any other young boys that would stay out until the sun had set -- however, they soon had to return to their families, and John was left to wander home with only the small hope that Mr. Kingside had already dozed off in front of the television so that he could avoid another school week being teased about the bruises.Saving grace came in the form of a letter -- from Hogwarts. Never having known of his magical heritage, a very brief conversation with his father sufficed: the man was sick of him, and in short order, John found himself packing his bags and moving off to Spelthorne, in Surrey, to live with his mother's relatives.From there on in, John Kingside was schooled on the ins and outs of the wizarding world; he was taught to ride a broomstick -- which he took to very naturally -- and generally introduced to the many intricacies of this new world he had been taken to. John didn't mind; in fact, he was overjoyed! The opportunity to escape his father, as well as the flat and city that would not let him forget Jacob. Here, in the company of his newest branch of the family, John found both comfort and acceptance.School went very normally for John -- or, as normal as Hogwarts can be. Trying out for the Quidditch team in his first year, John was very disappointed to be rejected; who did make the team in their first year, anyway? Very few, it seemed. Otherwise, however, John's first year went very smoothly; good marks, took well to learning, and naturally had a few puppy love romances.In his second year at Hogwarts, John made the Quidditch team, to his delight -- to the jubilance of his family in Spelthorne, who purchased him a brand new broom to celebrate! Oh, how life had gone up and up for John Kingside; newly appointed reserve Chaser to the Gryffindor house Quidditch team, flying his new broom, winning the hearts of the choicest of Gryffindor ladies and the respect of his mates.Indeed, things continued to go well for John at Hogwarts. In his third and fourth years he managed to bump himself up to first string Chaser through indelible practice and work, proving himself a talented player and natural athelete. Simultaneously, his outstanding marks in class proved him keen of mind -- though of course his weakest and most detested subject, potions, continued to elude him.John's fifth year was, equally, uninteresting; the Gryffindor house team did well, losing a late term match to Ravenclaw to the disappointment of John. He was determined to do himself better next year, for two short school years from now he would graduate from Hogwarts, and be shoved out into the real world. How scary!How Do You Fit Into Your House?: At his core, Kingside slots perfectly into your stereotypical Gryffindor student; courageous, brave, kind, and perhaps even a bit self-sacrificing if it means helping another person in distress. Having been briefly educated on the houses before his first year, Kingside desired to be put into Gryffindor -- and, it seemed, the sorting hat recognized as much, coupled with Kingside's own character, and sorted him accordingly.Writing Sample: A bright, sunny, cloudless day is the perfect way to raise dampened spirits; the warmth of the sun beaming against your chest, a cool Spring zephyr blowing against your cheeks, and the quiet rustling of tall grass in need of cutting would surely put the foulest of men into the most pleasant of moods. This was not a bright, sunny, cloudless day, however; instead, ominous grey-and-black clouds filled the sky, and the gentle mist spraying over the muddy Quidditch pitch was swiftly growing into a roaring downpour. This, however, did not mean that Quidditch practice would be canceled. Oh, quite the contrary!Kingside kicked off hard, nearly losing his balance in the tractionless mud as he gracefully righted himself, mounted firmly on his broomstick as it rose, soaring into the air. Drills had been run, plays had been practiced, and now a pleasant little scrimmage would be held amongst the Gryffindor house team. Kingside had been playing Quidditch for years, now, and was as comfortable on a broom as he was seated in an armchair in the common room! The newly picked second years would certainly have a rough time combating Chaser John Kingside.As the scrimmage started, Kingside kept himself open, darting to and fro on his broom as he watched for an error in the other half of the team's defense; he soon found a half-unmanned goalpost and rocketed towards it as best he could in the pouring rain, the likes of which threw his aim off just a smidge and made it considerably more difficult to remain seated on his broomstick.Kingside roared into the rain at another Chaser nearby who had possession of the quaffle; a quick exchange left Kingside in possession -- and he was off! Dodging an enemy Chaser with an agile arced turn of his broomstick, Kingside sailed by the goalpost he had spotted earlier and chucked the quaffle through it. His opponent pouted in disappointment, embarrassed that she had been bested."Yes!" he bellowed in triumph, a stupid grin tying his lips as he promptly fist-pumped, high-fiving another Chaser as they zoomed past each other in the air. "I told you we'd stomp the freshies right good!" his team mate called to him from astride his broom.Sum up your character in one paragraph: John Kingside is a fairly talented Half-blood wizard; his skill lies primarily in his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and Transfiguration, though he garners rather admirable marks in all of his classes -- save for potions, which he is dreadfully average at. He is, first and foremost, a proud Gryffindor; courageous and stalwart, he fits right in with his kinsmen at Hogwarts. Athletic, and very confident in his competitive prowess, Kingside has played Quidditch since his second year at Hogwarts. While he is in his sixth year, Kingside is wholly unsure of what to do with himself after graduating; he has mulled over becoming an Auror, but fears that his potions marks will prohibit him from such an endeavor. Skip to next post Special Title Request Reply #1 on November 27, 2011, 01:44:14 AM Character Name: John KingsideTitle Applying For: Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor House TeamLink to Accepted Biography: LINKWhat Experience has Prepared You For This Honor?: Kingside has been playing Quidditch for the Gryffindor house team since his second year at Hogwarts; now in his sixth year, he has become quite the athlete, a lovely mix of natural talent and hard work paying off! That said, he is also a rather confident young man, sure of himself and a bit silver tongued. A fair enough leader and a damned good Quidditch player, Kingside has the ambition to lead Gryffindor to a Quidditch cup this year.What Do You Think the Most Important Aspect of This Job Is:? Without a doubt, the activity required to maintain the title is the most important aspect of being Quidditch Captain. By that I mean the duty of the Captain's player to organize events with his teammates; practices, outreach for recruitment, and the like. This helps drive other players to maintain their own activity, and gives their character a purpose and more of a permanent residency on the team, fleshing out their characters' athleticism and camaraderie.Tell a Story From Your Past That Has Proven Your Mettle: (( I presume that this is primarily an RP sample question, given the phrasing -- and as it says "existing RP sample," I thought it might be all right to use the primary roleplaying sample from my main application; it also has to do with Quidditch, luckily enough. If my interpretation of the question is incorrect, or if the sample I give is insufficient, I'll be happy to alter it or create a new one! Thanks! ))A bright, sunny, cloudless day is the perfect way to raise dampened spirits; the warmth of the sun beaming against your chest, a cool Spring zephyr blowing against your cheeks, and the quiet rustling of tall grass in need of cutting would surely put the foulest of men into the most pleasant of moods. This was not a bright, sunny, cloudless day, however; instead, ominous grey-and-black clouds filled the sky, and the gentle mist spraying over the muddy Quidditch pitch was swiftly growing into a roaring downpour. This, however, did not mean that Quidditch practice would be canceled. Oh, quite the contrary!Kingside kicked off hard, nearly losing his balance in the tractionless mud as he gracefully righted himself, mounted firmly on his broomstick as it rose, soaring into the air. Drills had been run, plays had been practiced, and now a pleasant little scrimmage would be held amongst the Gryffindor house team. Kingside had been playing Quidditch for years, now, and was as comfortable on a broom as he was seated in an armchair in the common room! The newly picked second years would certainly have a rough time combating Chaser John Kingside.As the scrimmage started, Kingside kept himself open, darting to and fro on his broom as he watched for an error in the other half of the team's defense; he soon found a half-unmanned goalpost and rocketed towards it as best he could in the pouring rain, the likes of which threw his aim off just a smidge and made it considerably more difficult to remain seated on his broomstick.Kingside roared into the rain at another Chaser nearby who had possession of the quaffle; a quick exchange left Kingside in possession -- and he was off! Dodging an enemy Chaser with an agile arced turn of his broomstick, Kingside sailed by the goalpost he had spotted earlier and chucked the quaffle through it. His opponent pouted in disappointment, embarrassed that she had been bested."Yes!" he bellowed in triumph, a stupid grin tying his lips as he promptly fist-pumped, high-fiving another Chaser as they zoomed past each other in the air. "I told you we'd stomp the freshies right good!" his team mate called to him from astride his broom. Skip to next post
John Kingside | Sixth Year Gryffindor; Quidditch Chaser on November 27, 2011, 01:40:57 AM Your Nickname:JohnHave you read and do you agree to the Code of Conduct?:YesHow did you find us and decide to write with us?Web SearchIf you have written other characters here:NoIf Yes, list them all:N/AIs this a Primary or Secondary Character?: PrimaryFull Character Name: Jonathan Alfrick KingsideCharacter Birthday & Age: October 5th, 1992; 17City & Country of Birth: Belfast, Northern IrelandPureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: HalfbloodHouse & Year: Gryffindor; 6thWand: 13", hawthorn wood, dragon heartstring; inflexible.Physical Description: Kingside is a broad-shouldered, square-chested young man, aesthetically transcribing athleticism to a tee. Skyscraping at an impressive and even six feet, it seems that John came into being simply to compete. Yes, even more statuesque than his stature would be his physique -- kept savoringly toned and masculine by way of excessive, upchuck-inducing cardio. A pair of piercing, forest green eyes dote upon a face set in hard, manly features -- perfectly complimented by a crop of lovely brown hair covering his scalp. When walking, John displays the swagger borne of a somewhat too content ego, though he exudes confidence in many ways. When his frame is not adorned by regulation Hogwarts robes, the boy wears respectably fashionable attire that belies the lower socio-economic stature which he suffers at home.Personality Description: John is many things; primarily, he is good-hearted, kind to a fault, and courageous. He is at times, however, naive about the darker aspects of life -- despite his upbringing -- and can at times be far too aggressive in his attempt to be friendly. However the boy, at all times, means well: he can show genuine concern for those he does not know, and will oft seek to right wrongs which he has no business sticking his nose into -- a facet of his persona that frequently attracts trouble. Without a doubt, he is equally as charismatic and compassionate as he is daring and adventurous.Frequently, Kingside has found himself remaining on the Quidditch pitch many hours after a practice has ended to give newer players a bit of extra help. At other times, he's been known to help his housemates polish out the nastier bits of homework assigned to them, and lend them a hand when studying for final exams. Kingside has, naturally, found himself in detention a few times -- generally because of a bit of poorly timed sneaking when out of the Gryffindor dorms after hours, or in restricted sections of the school.One of Kingside's biggest flaws is an inherent naivete for how brutal life can be; his own life, while not glamorous, has been kind as of late. Perhaps as a sort of defense mechanism for the harsher happenings in his childhood, Kingside has a habit of being entirely certain that good will always triumph over evil, justice will always be doled out properly, and bad things certainly will not happen to good people.History: A/N: Okay, this isn't my best work, and I'll understand if some things need to be altered or scrapped; I did my best to get a grasp on some things that have happened at Hogwarts in the past year or so, and I did some very, very minor research into locales of the United Kingdom. At the same time, I'm dreadful when it comes to writing third person, non-dialogue summaries -- but I didn't feel a fully fleshed story would be acceptable in this particular situation, so, there's that.Kingside is the product of two oddities: a former amateur boxer come day laborer after taking one too many blows to the head, and a proud, upstanding witch from Surrey. The two were introduced through a string of mutual friends and swiftly fell head over heels for each other; naturally, it took some rather nasty explaining and a great deal of time to introduce John's father to the world of magic -- but, eventually, he would come around. For a time.After knowing each other for perhaps a year, Mr. Kingside and his love were wed; consumating their unity, the couple concieved a lovely young boy, who would come to be seven short months later -- a premature child, struggling as violently to survive in the world as he did to enter it. John's life was idyllic; the trio lived in Belfast, Mr. Kingside's city of origin, while Mr. Kingside toiled quietly at all manner of blue-collar jobs to keep his livelihood, Mrs. Kingside working in and around Diagon Alley for much the same purpose.However, tragedy would soon strike: a second son was to come, and he would take Mrs. Kingside with him. Dying in childbirth, Mr. Kingside was robbed of the first and last woman he would ever love; truly, he exaggerated her beauty and greatness in his mind until he had no choice but to loathe his young boys.The two grew up quite unawares of their heritage; too young to remember his mother or her way of life, John presumed he was a normal young boy, along with his younger brother, Jacob. The two were, of course, inseperable. They played, learned, and grew together throughout their formative years. John, who was already showing signs of the athletic figure he would one day grow into, became a protector of sorts for his younger brother -- whose skinny frame and poor eyesight (requiring dreadful glasses!) earned him frequent bullying sessions from the older boys at school.Curious things had happened to John, here and again, as he grew up; food he did not desire to eat became foot he would love to eat -- later, he would overhear neighbors discussing the oddities of vanishing food -- while old, ratty clothes that John would be embarrassed to wear to school miraculously cleaned themselves up and became like new!He thought little of these things, chalking it up to pure coincidence or mystery -- however there was one final event that set the others apart, one which John could not ignore. It was, without a doubt, the single most horrifying and heart breaking moment of his life -- before or since.When he was nine, and Jacob eight, the pair had spent an evening by a deep creek outside of Belfast. As they played by the creek, the unthinkable happened -- young Jacob, who could not swim, tumbled into the river, taking John with him. The pair floundered for a moment, but before panic had even set in, John found himself spluttering and coughing up lungfuls of water on a nearby embankment.John rushed to help his brother, but could not swim himself; he watched, frantically, as his brother sank beneath the surface of the water, crying out for help. Rushing to and fro, trying to find help, John discovered he could not; nobody would come to save Jacob.His brother died, and along with him, a large part of John left. Too young to remember his mother, he mourned her death only in passing; however, his father, increasingly distant and unloving from the loss of his wife, was no friend. Since birth, John and Jacob had only each other. Now, John had no one.Things grew worse at home. John would spend hours, daily, playing football and rugby with any other young boys that would stay out until the sun had set -- however, they soon had to return to their families, and John was left to wander home with only the small hope that Mr. Kingside had already dozed off in front of the television so that he could avoid another school week being teased about the bruises.Saving grace came in the form of a letter -- from Hogwarts. Never having known of his magical heritage, a very brief conversation with his father sufficed: the man was sick of him, and in short order, John found himself packing his bags and moving off to Spelthorne, in Surrey, to live with his mother's relatives.From there on in, John Kingside was schooled on the ins and outs of the wizarding world; he was taught to ride a broomstick -- which he took to very naturally -- and generally introduced to the many intricacies of this new world he had been taken to. John didn't mind; in fact, he was overjoyed! The opportunity to escape his father, as well as the flat and city that would not let him forget Jacob. Here, in the company of his newest branch of the family, John found both comfort and acceptance.School went very normally for John -- or, as normal as Hogwarts can be. Trying out for the Quidditch team in his first year, John was very disappointed to be rejected; who did make the team in their first year, anyway? Very few, it seemed. Otherwise, however, John's first year went very smoothly; good marks, took well to learning, and naturally had a few puppy love romances.In his second year at Hogwarts, John made the Quidditch team, to his delight -- to the jubilance of his family in Spelthorne, who purchased him a brand new broom to celebrate! Oh, how life had gone up and up for John Kingside; newly appointed reserve Chaser to the Gryffindor house Quidditch team, flying his new broom, winning the hearts of the choicest of Gryffindor ladies and the respect of his mates.Indeed, things continued to go well for John at Hogwarts. In his third and fourth years he managed to bump himself up to first string Chaser through indelible practice and work, proving himself a talented player and natural athelete. Simultaneously, his outstanding marks in class proved him keen of mind -- though of course his weakest and most detested subject, potions, continued to elude him.John's fifth year was, equally, uninteresting; the Gryffindor house team did well, losing a late term match to Ravenclaw to the disappointment of John. He was determined to do himself better next year, for two short school years from now he would graduate from Hogwarts, and be shoved out into the real world. How scary!How Do You Fit Into Your House?: At his core, Kingside slots perfectly into your stereotypical Gryffindor student; courageous, brave, kind, and perhaps even a bit self-sacrificing if it means helping another person in distress. Having been briefly educated on the houses before his first year, Kingside desired to be put into Gryffindor -- and, it seemed, the sorting hat recognized as much, coupled with Kingside's own character, and sorted him accordingly.Writing Sample: A bright, sunny, cloudless day is the perfect way to raise dampened spirits; the warmth of the sun beaming against your chest, a cool Spring zephyr blowing against your cheeks, and the quiet rustling of tall grass in need of cutting would surely put the foulest of men into the most pleasant of moods. This was not a bright, sunny, cloudless day, however; instead, ominous grey-and-black clouds filled the sky, and the gentle mist spraying over the muddy Quidditch pitch was swiftly growing into a roaring downpour. This, however, did not mean that Quidditch practice would be canceled. Oh, quite the contrary!Kingside kicked off hard, nearly losing his balance in the tractionless mud as he gracefully righted himself, mounted firmly on his broomstick as it rose, soaring into the air. Drills had been run, plays had been practiced, and now a pleasant little scrimmage would be held amongst the Gryffindor house team. Kingside had been playing Quidditch for years, now, and was as comfortable on a broom as he was seated in an armchair in the common room! The newly picked second years would certainly have a rough time combating Chaser John Kingside.As the scrimmage started, Kingside kept himself open, darting to and fro on his broom as he watched for an error in the other half of the team's defense; he soon found a half-unmanned goalpost and rocketed towards it as best he could in the pouring rain, the likes of which threw his aim off just a smidge and made it considerably more difficult to remain seated on his broomstick.Kingside roared into the rain at another Chaser nearby who had possession of the quaffle; a quick exchange left Kingside in possession -- and he was off! Dodging an enemy Chaser with an agile arced turn of his broomstick, Kingside sailed by the goalpost he had spotted earlier and chucked the quaffle through it. His opponent pouted in disappointment, embarrassed that she had been bested."Yes!" he bellowed in triumph, a stupid grin tying his lips as he promptly fist-pumped, high-fiving another Chaser as they zoomed past each other in the air. "I told you we'd stomp the freshies right good!" his team mate called to him from astride his broom.Sum up your character in one paragraph: John Kingside is a fairly talented Half-blood wizard; his skill lies primarily in his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and Transfiguration, though he garners rather admirable marks in all of his classes -- save for potions, which he is dreadfully average at. He is, first and foremost, a proud Gryffindor; courageous and stalwart, he fits right in with his kinsmen at Hogwarts. Athletic, and very confident in his competitive prowess, Kingside has played Quidditch since his second year at Hogwarts. While he is in his sixth year, Kingside is wholly unsure of what to do with himself after graduating; he has mulled over becoming an Auror, but fears that his potions marks will prohibit him from such an endeavor. Skip to next post
Special Title Request Reply #1 on November 27, 2011, 01:44:14 AM Character Name: John KingsideTitle Applying For: Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor House TeamLink to Accepted Biography: LINKWhat Experience has Prepared You For This Honor?: Kingside has been playing Quidditch for the Gryffindor house team since his second year at Hogwarts; now in his sixth year, he has become quite the athlete, a lovely mix of natural talent and hard work paying off! That said, he is also a rather confident young man, sure of himself and a bit silver tongued. A fair enough leader and a damned good Quidditch player, Kingside has the ambition to lead Gryffindor to a Quidditch cup this year.What Do You Think the Most Important Aspect of This Job Is:? Without a doubt, the activity required to maintain the title is the most important aspect of being Quidditch Captain. By that I mean the duty of the Captain's player to organize events with his teammates; practices, outreach for recruitment, and the like. This helps drive other players to maintain their own activity, and gives their character a purpose and more of a permanent residency on the team, fleshing out their characters' athleticism and camaraderie.Tell a Story From Your Past That Has Proven Your Mettle: (( I presume that this is primarily an RP sample question, given the phrasing -- and as it says "existing RP sample," I thought it might be all right to use the primary roleplaying sample from my main application; it also has to do with Quidditch, luckily enough. If my interpretation of the question is incorrect, or if the sample I give is insufficient, I'll be happy to alter it or create a new one! Thanks! ))A bright, sunny, cloudless day is the perfect way to raise dampened spirits; the warmth of the sun beaming against your chest, a cool Spring zephyr blowing against your cheeks, and the quiet rustling of tall grass in need of cutting would surely put the foulest of men into the most pleasant of moods. This was not a bright, sunny, cloudless day, however; instead, ominous grey-and-black clouds filled the sky, and the gentle mist spraying over the muddy Quidditch pitch was swiftly growing into a roaring downpour. This, however, did not mean that Quidditch practice would be canceled. Oh, quite the contrary!Kingside kicked off hard, nearly losing his balance in the tractionless mud as he gracefully righted himself, mounted firmly on his broomstick as it rose, soaring into the air. Drills had been run, plays had been practiced, and now a pleasant little scrimmage would be held amongst the Gryffindor house team. Kingside had been playing Quidditch for years, now, and was as comfortable on a broom as he was seated in an armchair in the common room! The newly picked second years would certainly have a rough time combating Chaser John Kingside.As the scrimmage started, Kingside kept himself open, darting to and fro on his broom as he watched for an error in the other half of the team's defense; he soon found a half-unmanned goalpost and rocketed towards it as best he could in the pouring rain, the likes of which threw his aim off just a smidge and made it considerably more difficult to remain seated on his broomstick.Kingside roared into the rain at another Chaser nearby who had possession of the quaffle; a quick exchange left Kingside in possession -- and he was off! Dodging an enemy Chaser with an agile arced turn of his broomstick, Kingside sailed by the goalpost he had spotted earlier and chucked the quaffle through it. His opponent pouted in disappointment, embarrassed that she had been bested."Yes!" he bellowed in triumph, a stupid grin tying his lips as he promptly fist-pumped, high-fiving another Chaser as they zoomed past each other in the air. "I told you we'd stomp the freshies right good!" his team mate called to him from astride his broom. Skip to next post
John Kingside | Sixth Year Gryffindor; Quidditch Chaser