Post by ATTICUS JAMES BARRINGTON on May 29, 2010 22:11:20 GMT
ATTICUS JAMES BARRINGTON !
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[/b] "Atticus Fucking Barrington. That would be me. It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"FULL NAME;
His name, coincidentally, is not Atticus Fucking Barrington, and we'll refrain from dropping f-bombs throughout the rest of the app because I really don't enjoy dropping them. His middle name is James. As you can tell from the top of the app.
NICKNAMES;[/b] "You can't make a good nickname out of Atticus, now can you? People generally just call me either that or Barrington, and those that don't have made up some ridiculous nickname that doesn't deserve a mention here."
Oddly enough, Atticus is quite fond of both "cub" and "cub scout" as a nickname, both of which his mother uses quite frequently, most often in the phrase "peace out, cub scout." No, he's not sure why she says it either.
AGE;[/b] "I'm twenty years old. We don't need an extra comment on that, do we?"
No, Atticus, we do not.
GENDER;[/b] "Why ask when I could just show you?"
He's male. Please don't let him show you. God, please don't.
JOB;[/b] "My only job is to look good and, well, I'm doing a damn fine job so far, don't you think?"
I'm not going to say anything. Nothing at all.
SEXUALITY;[/b] "Women."
MEMBER GROUP;[/b] "I belong to the werewolves. Lucky bastards. What group wouldn't want me?"
The rest of them, I assume.
POSITION;[/b] "I've never bothered much with the whole leadership thing. Why bother? As far as I'm concerned, I'm better than everyone in this camp and that's all I really need to know. Why would I want to lead these losers?"
POWERS; "Powers are for those gifted fruitcakes and the X-men. Oh, but I repeat myself."
FACE CLAIM;[/b] "I've heard some people say that I look like Lucien Thompkins. Who the hell is that?"
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[/color][/font][/center][/b] at least tenLIKES;
DISLIKES;[/b] at least ten
POSITIVE TRAITS;[/b] at least five
NEGATIVE TRAITS;[/b] "I wasn't aware I had any."
Contrary to what he may want to believe, Atticus has several negative traits. He can be fairly arrogant; he tends to underestimate people too often, though to his credit he usually manages to beat them anyway. He tends to over think things, which to some may not be a negative trait but for him it can be. He thinks things through and can spend far too much time thinking when he should instead be acting. He can be horribly blunt, borderline rude and insensitive, but if you want to know someone's honest opinion he's your guy. He won't sugarcoat things for you in the slightest. Are you fat? He'll let you know and make it painstakingly clear if he thinks you should go on a diet. He tends to ignore people when he's thinking and, well, whenever he doesn't want to talk to them. He also sucks at checkers.
GOALS;[/b] at least two.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/color][/font][/center][/b] answer hereHOMETOWN;
PARENTS;[/b] "Daniel and Emily Barrington. Deceased and forty seven, respectively."
His father died six years ago, only a month before Atticus was turned into a werewolf.
SIBLINGS;[/b] names, ages
OTHER FAMILY;[/b] important only. names, ages.
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[/color][/font][/center][/b] "Ah, you're talking about that voice in my head that's always narrating whatever I do. Atticus walked here, Atticus did this, Atticus did that, Atticus ate a bloody sandwich IT DOESN'T STOP! He calls himself Atlas. I call him a pain in the ass."ALIAS;
I resent that.
GENDER; "He's male."
TIME ZONE; "He thinks he goes by Eastern time. Or something. He isn't sure. What an idiot. Who doesn't know their own time zone?"
Shut up, Atticus.
CONTACT; "He doesn't wear those."
What they mean, you idiot, is HOW to contact. PM please. Or smoke signals.
EXPERIENCE; "I think-"
I'm not even going to let him say anything, because I KNOW he'll go and twist it. A bit more than 5 years, I think.
RPING SAMPLE;
Harlan could not help but notice that Valencia had completely ignored his first retort and all but blown off his second as childish mockery. Which it was, he wouldn't even argue there, but nevertheless, it was obviously irritating her. She had even felt the need to ask him to stop, if you considered telling him how childish it was and calling him sweetheart "asking." Again, he'd ignore that, if only because he was so focused on annoying her himself. He couldn't let those ridiculous pet names get to him. And why the heck did she feel the need to use them anyway? What was wrong with Harlan? Or even just Urquhart? Nothing was wrong with those names, obviously, because they were his. Anything regarding himself had to absolutely perfect. Otherwise it wouldn't regard him. And he certainly wouldn't associate with it. Which begged the question, why did he associate with Valencia? She certainly wasn't perfect. Everyone had their flaws, but hers were just so blatantly obvious that he almost felt the need to put her out of her misery.
Anyway. The fact that she all but ignored his first comment only egged him on, as he simply assumed that he had done one of two things; been correct, in which case he could see why she'd ignored it, or perhaps he had just... no, he wouldn't even bother with the second option. He just assumed he was correct. He wouldn't address it again yet. He'd just annoy her with it and see what kind of reaction he got. He was definitely not an idiot, contrary to what Valencia might have preferred to think. He was, as far as he was concerned, one of the best in his year, if not the school, as long as Charms was excluded. Valencia? He had more talent than her in his ass than she did in her entire person. That was a fact, as far as he cared to consider it. She ignored his first comment and he decided to let it slide for now. He'd address that later, as he assumed that she didn't want to talk about her burning desire for him. He, on the other hand, didn't mind as much.
His smirk returned, mostly from the fact that she had ignored his first comment, and now he'd touch on it later, and partly from the fact that he was better than her and he knew it, and smirking was just so cool sometimes, you know? "I'll stop mocking you if you stop giving me things to mock." He paused. "Looking at you now, I see that's impossible." He could have mocked her entire person, really. He supposed doing so near the Forbidden Forest was a rather stupid idea, as being knocked unconscious and left rather deep inside the forest and left at the mercy of the creatures within was something likely to happen. Ha. Not. Who was he kidding? The chances of her knocking him out were about as good as her chances of becoming the Minister of Magic; that is, zero. Her chances may have gone up significantly had he not been in the picture, and he may have even supported her (had she offered him a nice position in the administration, of course), but he wanted to be Minister. Not the assistant to the Minister. Not the Head of some department. Not just some employee who occasionally got the "employee of the month" award and that was it as far as recognition was concerned. No. He was going to be the Minister of Magic; to hell with her and her own ambitions.
His smirk still on his face as she began taking a few steps inside the forest. She must have thought she was clever. Oh, but how much he could have had with that one comment. She needed to find something, eh? Hufflepuff. What was it she needed to find, then? Perhaps her common sense? Maybe that was why she even considered the idea of being any competition to Harlan whatsoever. Then again, nothing he could think of was all that insulting, and he decided to save his breath. She'd only ignore him anyway. Instead, he decided to walk alongside her. He would have taken a few more steps and gotten in front of her, but he didn't trust her that much. She'd probably have hit him in the back with a spell and left him here, so he went with walking next to her instead. He'd rather have avoided spending the night in the Forbidden Forest, especially unconscious. Conscious? He could deal with that. But he'd rather be awake and able to deal with whatever was around. "What could you possibly need in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "If you want to find a monster, just take a look in the mirror."
Anyway. The fact that she all but ignored his first comment only egged him on, as he simply assumed that he had done one of two things; been correct, in which case he could see why she'd ignored it, or perhaps he had just... no, he wouldn't even bother with the second option. He just assumed he was correct. He wouldn't address it again yet. He'd just annoy her with it and see what kind of reaction he got. He was definitely not an idiot, contrary to what Valencia might have preferred to think. He was, as far as he was concerned, one of the best in his year, if not the school, as long as Charms was excluded. Valencia? He had more talent than her in his ass than she did in her entire person. That was a fact, as far as he cared to consider it. She ignored his first comment and he decided to let it slide for now. He'd address that later, as he assumed that she didn't want to talk about her burning desire for him. He, on the other hand, didn't mind as much.
His smirk returned, mostly from the fact that she had ignored his first comment, and now he'd touch on it later, and partly from the fact that he was better than her and he knew it, and smirking was just so cool sometimes, you know? "I'll stop mocking you if you stop giving me things to mock." He paused. "Looking at you now, I see that's impossible." He could have mocked her entire person, really. He supposed doing so near the Forbidden Forest was a rather stupid idea, as being knocked unconscious and left rather deep inside the forest and left at the mercy of the creatures within was something likely to happen. Ha. Not. Who was he kidding? The chances of her knocking him out were about as good as her chances of becoming the Minister of Magic; that is, zero. Her chances may have gone up significantly had he not been in the picture, and he may have even supported her (had she offered him a nice position in the administration, of course), but he wanted to be Minister. Not the assistant to the Minister. Not the Head of some department. Not just some employee who occasionally got the "employee of the month" award and that was it as far as recognition was concerned. No. He was going to be the Minister of Magic; to hell with her and her own ambitions.
His smirk still on his face as she began taking a few steps inside the forest. She must have thought she was clever. Oh, but how much he could have had with that one comment. She needed to find something, eh? Hufflepuff. What was it she needed to find, then? Perhaps her common sense? Maybe that was why she even considered the idea of being any competition to Harlan whatsoever. Then again, nothing he could think of was all that insulting, and he decided to save his breath. She'd only ignore him anyway. Instead, he decided to walk alongside her. He would have taken a few more steps and gotten in front of her, but he didn't trust her that much. She'd probably have hit him in the back with a spell and left him here, so he went with walking next to her instead. He'd rather have avoided spending the night in the Forbidden Forest, especially unconscious. Conscious? He could deal with that. But he'd rather be awake and able to deal with whatever was around. "What could you possibly need in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "If you want to find a monster, just take a look in the mirror."
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