Jared Ackart(partial)

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The Important Deatails;;

Name:

Nicknames:Oliver

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Do’s && Don’ts;;

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Look in the Mirror;;

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Height:

5'3"
Weight:

115
Short Description:Jared is relatively short for his age, however he is trimmed and decently muscled for his size. He has the toughened frame of a seasoned keeper, he looks more than capable of withstanding a rogue bludger or two (which is often the case he seems to attract them). He has pale skin which is usually clear and free from blemishes; though occasionally will have the occasional skin outbreak. Jared keeps his hair neat and short which accents his blue eyes. Jared’s appearance would be considered fair; he is not the most appealing but still can be considered decent looking.

{Inside Your Head;;

Personality Description: Jared is often boisterous and gregarious and is always finding the humor in random events. He however has a short temper which is often set off by bullies and is often easily goaded into outbursts. Jared as well can easily slip into a jock mentality in regard to his role as keeper for Gryffindor. While externally tough Jared masks a hidden side of himself, it is an integral part of him however. He hides the fact that he himself is a werewolf; he always makes up wild stories about his moonlit outings. Around time of changing Jared is a recluse and if ever spotted looks extremely tortured; yet upon being approached he will instantly change his look and laughingly play it off. His usual joke is cram sessions for potions(his most loathsome subject, which he often slacks in).

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History:Growing up Jared had a surface charmed life with Oliver peeking his interest in magical items and his mother fussing over him and his younger brother Adair. At school Jared would learn to defend himself physically as bullies would often pick fights with him. Jared was short, pale and lanky and marked as an easy target. In most cases this proved true when Jared was young and did not know how to defend himself. Later this would be a different case and Jared would be easily goaded into a fight rather quickly. Besides his increasing bad temper Jared retained a great sense of humor and became quite sociable. This is most noted in his 5th and 6th year at Hogwarts when he became a seasoned keeper for Gryffindor.
Throughout the many quidditch games Jared was the first to rush in on well played games and cause a massive huddle for his team. These were also the years in which Jared tried his hardest to impress the girls at Hogwarts; putting his werewolf disease behind him as a setback. With some minor success Jared has become somewhat well known around the Gryffindor common room. In his 5th year Jared would have the pride of defending his younger brother against the same past he suffered in school. Three thirteen year olds decided to corner young Adair and try and give him the beating of his life. Jared happened to be nearby when he heard the commotion he quickly rushed in to defend his brother; this was a physical fight for Jared knew all too well the consequences of using magic outside of school. Surprise and age were on Jared’s side that day as he quickly trounced the three younger boys and saved his bloodied younger brother.
This was a day Jared is most proud of; like his mother he was going to defend to his family where she cannot. Jared’s lust for understanding magical devices has kept him preoccupied as well during his years at Hogwarts; he is well on his way to becoming a well known tinkerer. With his final year at Hogwarts in sight Jared is looking forward to building his reputation and finishing his O.W.L.’s and N.E.W.T.S. The only class Jared is not looking forward completing is Potions; he absolutely loathes potion making. It comes from not being gifted at potions and not liking the smell of many ingredients; it is almost a trite skill to him. It is iron as well that Jared despises the one field that might actually help his werewolf condition. If Jared applied himself in potions he would have quickly realized this as well. Being a werewolf is something he never asked for or even understood.
When Jared was younger all that he can remember from the event is seeing a large, evil snake with glowing, evil eyes. The giant snake must have left him for dead it struck so quickly it made Jared feint from terror. It is a terror that haunts him to this day a fact in which Jared avoids Slytherin at all cost. What really happened that day in his first year at Hogwarts is a rogue werewolf was loose in the forest and Jared would happen to be near the woods the night. It was never clear to Jared who saved him from the werewolf or why he lived. It was in fact a teacher who saved young Jared and knew a bit of werewolves to know that if this secret got out the poor boy would suffer for it. Jared only knew the terrible snake must have not wanted him for a meal and someone was kind enough to bandage his wound. Which his wound healed unusually fast; later after his first transformation Jared would seek his father’s advice.
His father was enraged it was unlike anything Jared would likely ever see again. He refused to talk about any family history with such a loathsome disease and imparted the only wisdom he could;” Jared, avoid everyone at all cost during the full moon.” Oliver said to him with grave and moistened blue eyes. Jared would later research werewolves on his own and discovered no hope; he was resolute in not letting the disease control him. So he has spent the last few years dodging people and questions at the full moon. Luckily the disease has been contained only to Jared and the Forbidden Forest has been his safe haven whilst transformed. Upon awakening the next day Jared returns to a normal wizard’s life and quickly tries to forget any memory fragments.

The End;;
Roleplay Sample:It was late afternoon, the weather muggy and hot, Jared hated the heat.”God, this unbearable!” he muttered to himself, sweat was beginning to soak his quidditch robes and gear. He hated that the worse, nothing stuck to a body worse than the quidditch ensemble. It was just a practice round the Gryffindor’s were hard-pressed this season for winning games and extra practices were ensued. Jared rarely minded he enjoyed his keeper position and was getting quite good at it. Already his teammates were having difficulty getting past his defenses and he was becoming known for his abilities. As the sun began to dwindle and the sky became orange and cloudy the captain signaled for everyone to come in. Jared adjusted himself on his broom and raced towards the center of the field with his teammates forming a floating circle. The captain never changed his speech and was quick to congratulate as needed. Jared knew he was good and had thought about being a seeker as he was good at flying, but he preferred his keeper position. It gave him a real sense of control, he could

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