Name: David James Gudgeon goes by Davy
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Seventh
Wand: Swishy, 8 inches, Alder wood with Dragon Heartstring
Bloodline: Pureblood
Birthday: March 30, 1962
Pet/Familiar: Black flying fox bat named Fuzzy Head
Physical Description: Built with a thin lankiness, Davy is still in the process of growing, his height currently coming in at just under six feet in height he has generally been the tallest of his year. Each year he has had no choice but to purchase all new slacks and robes or suffer letting his bony ankles peer out from under the hem of his clothing. These bony ankles are attached to what have been called, often, chicken legs complete with knobby, bony knees. He really is nothing more than a bunch of skin stretched over a skeletal frame with just enough muscle and meat on his bones to keep him from appearing anorexic. He eats enough for about five boys his age, but it just doesnt seem to stick to him. He has fairly broad shoulders, which dont quite match up to the rest of his thin frame.
His face is thin with a rather pointy chin, though he does think he has a rather distinguished looking nose and he much enjoys his medium blue eyes although the left eye tends to wander a bit when hes not focused on something. He has been complimented, once or twice, on his eyes lashes, though he really doesnt quite grasp just why anyone would want to examine someones lashes to that degree. Above his blue eyes are two thick caterpillar-like eyebrows which match his medium brown hair. He keeps his hair cut short and doesnt fuss about with it for longer than it takes to run a wet comb through it.
He is prone to acne but cant be arsed to find a way to fix it, though he does make sure to wash his face thoroughly morning and night to keep the worst of it at bay. The acne tends to pepper his chin and the area just above his nose the most, though it occasionally branches outwards to his cheeks and along the sides of his neck just under the lobes of his ears.
When not in uniform, Davy prefers a pair of Muggle jeans, striped shirts and scarves. His Great Aunt Madison knits as a hobby; she knit many of his more eccentric scarves. Shoes are always a difficult issue for the lad as not every shop out in Malton (the nearest large town to his home in Scragglethrope) carry shoes his size. Even getting 13 shoes in Diagon is not easy without a bit of charm work being completed on a pair of 11s or 12s.
He tends to hunch a bit as he walks and, when he standing about he much prefers to lean against something to diminish the effect of his height. He is still, much to his chagrin, growing though his feet seemed to have stopped and match the general size of his hands.
At sixteen, his voice is still in the process of changing and though it has begun to develop a deeper timbre, his voice still tends to crack whenever he is excited or tired or nervous or talking with a pretty girl. He carries a rather heavy Yorkshire accent most of the time, though he can disguise it fairly well when he is called upon to speak proper English.
Personality Description: Davy is an incredibly energetic lad, constantly on the go and rarely one to sit still. In fact, he loathes the idea of sitting about doing nothing. He is often the one to drag others out to do things and loves to be the center of attention. He prefers playfulness over hard work but does understand the value of hard work and can, when necessary, put forth an incredible amount of energy towards that hard work.
Hes got a fairly madcap sense of humor and is the sort that is like as not to walk into the commons or the hospital wing or the Great Hall or class sporting some fantastical new hat, new idea or new philosophy. He is just as likely to appear with purple spots covering his face or antennae sprouting from his head or dressed in full drag often self-inflicted and often with the comment that didn't go as well as one would have thought in the planning stage falling from his lips at the looks of confusion or exasperation one may throw him. Or, it could very well have been the result of some dare or other for, as he proved in his first year, not even the dangers of the Whomping Willow could keep him at bay when dared.
It is difficult for him to keep himself focused on any one thing for more than a few days or a few weeks for his desire to constantly be on the go follows suit in his head. He cares little for what others may think of his current obsession and thus he doesnt always catch the laughter or snide remarks that may be tossed his way. Not that he would much care if he did.
When it comes to his friends he is the epitome of loyalty; nothing can turn him from a friend once he claims someone to be such. Even if a friend treats him with ill-will his nature is to forgive and then to, quite literally, forget. He is often heard to say, keep a large graveyard in which to bury your friends faults and he lives by that saying to an extreme degree. A downfall of this is that he tends to be incredibly gullible. Since he has never acted in a manner contrary to his outward appearance, he has a difficult time believing others could do so and no matter how many times he is duped, he remains puzzled about it.
He learns easily enough in class and can recite, almost verbatim, the lessons he hears and does a fairly excellent job on exams, but despite this he is rather more mischievous and lazy than one needs to be in order to receive high marks as he rarely touches the homework until the last minute and scrapes by with just passable marks.
When it comes to girls, Davy is a mix of boyish charm, awkward comments and blustering bravado. Hes not really quite managed to figure them out, though he knows that he enjoys little more in life than making them laugh for their laughter makes him grin. As for actually dating one of them or kissing one of them, that is still very much out of his realm of experience for though he most certainly has entertained thoughts on engaging in such a pastime, the actual move towards it seems insurmountable to him at the current time.
Brief History: David James Gudgeon was born the eldest son and child of Eric and Pilar Gudgeon. Nearly a year later his younger brother was born and, almost on Galvins heels came Gladys. Raised out in the moors of Yorkshire on Forkers Lane in Scragglethorpe, Davy had a very happy childhood growing up with his brother and his sister. Living out in the country, the three had to find their own amusement and they did just that. His mum stayed at home doing all that a mother should while his father, a Wizarding architect, was gone more than he was home.
When the Hogwarts owl arrived, Davy couldnt be more excited for though he loved Galvin and Gladys, the idea of being able to learn magic and live away from home seemed quite the adventure. Oh, and it was.
He was sorted into Hufflepuff, his loyalty and his ability to work hard (when he so chose) outweighing the courage he had in abundance. Most definitely not the most popular of his year, for his bony thinness and his quirky personality didnt endear him to everyone, he still had his friends and could always be counted on for a good laugh. In games of truth or dare, he was quick to take the dares and it was discovered that he never balked at a single one. That willingness to go out on a limb no matter what had him doing incredibly stupid stuff which often landed him in the hospital wing, but even Madam Pomfreys threats did little to wipe the grin off his face; if nearly losing his eye to the Whomping Willow in his first year hadnt fazed him, why should the Medi-Witchs threats?
When his second year started and Galvin walked between the crowded tables to be sorted, Davy was nearly over the moon, and that delirium was hardly dented when his brother had been sorted into the ill-reputed Slytherin, for Davy saw it as a keen way to learn about the dark and dangerous House of the Serpent. It was in his second year, though, that the biggest tragedy of his young life occurred.
During Christmas holiday nearly the entire Gudgeon family came to his house. Awash in the fun of cousins and aunts and uncles and the excitement of Father Christmas being on his way, it was never to be expected that it could all go so horribly wrong. He had been on his way up the stairs to get something from his room when hed nearly been knocked down by his Uncle Marwood. His confusion was only compounded when his mum, looking in a fit of rage and screaming like a Banshee, raced after him.
The next number of events, though they took nearly a week to occur, left him confused and angry. He had run out the door after his mum and Uncle only to see a them pointing their wands at each other, but he had tripped and by the time he was up on his feet, things had gone very quiet. He was being manhandled inside next, and official looking wizards had arrived, his mum kissing him and his brother and sister promising to be back soon. When his father came home a few days later, he had already begun to panic for his aunts and uncles were being anything but forthcoming with what was going on.
Even after the funeral and the explanation, Davy was confused. When their Great Aunt Madison smelling of barley water and trailing her yarn and needles with her arrived to take over the raising of him and his siblings, he tried to keep a stiff upper lip as his father had asked him to, but in his bed at night, he didnt try. His mum was in Azkaban and his Uncle Marwood was dead. For a boy of twelve years, it was a bit much to take in. But take it in, he did, even if he didnt like it. The rest of his second year at Hogwarts passed in much of a haze and he scraped passing marks by the skin of his teeth.
His third year, Davy was rather quiet and much of a recluse. Questions were still asked if he spent too much time around others and he found that loads of time by the lake alone were soothing. It was, during this time period, that he started the hand walking, ball juggling and the like. With loads of time on his own, he was soon quite good at the acrobatic behaviours and, as the end of his third year came to a close, he was feeling far less reticent about being around others.
Fourth year was, for him, a true explosion in terms of friendships and in expanding upon his daredevil nature. The first year who had nearly been killed by the Whomping Willow was now the lad whom everyone knew would take on just about any and every dare, no matter how dangerous. He also, during this year, learned the value of making others laugh - and that the laughter could keep his own hurt and disappointment buried where he wouldn't have to face it. This continued on, without ceasing, through his fifth year.
Now, starting his sixth year at Hogwarts, it is, for some, a surprise that he is still alive what with the ill-cast charms the lad has attempted on himself and the dares he has been talked into.
Important Relationships:
Galvin Gudgeon: His brother and his best mate.
Cass McArthur: His bestmate, hands down, beyond all others.
Sophie Ruzicka: His first kiss.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes rubber bands (he has a rubber band ball that he constantly has on him and is often found bouncing it as he walks); photography (in particular he is intrigued by Muggle photography and has procured a Muggle camera with which he spends an obscene amount of time snapping shots); cockroach clusters; scarves (he has a good dozen of them in his own possession); trying out his theories; finding ways to make a few knuts; spending as much time in Zonkos as he can; singing (he as a gorgeous bass voice)
Dislikes Bigots, cheese, spiders (hes not afraid, just thinks they are very odd-looking), routine, sitting around doing nothing.
Loyalties - Personal and Family: Though Davy is a pureblood, he is a strong supporter of Muggleborns and Halfbloods. He thinks that You-Know-Who is seriously mentally messed up in the head and so are all his followers. However, though he is a not a supporter of the Dark Lord and his ideals, Davy is adamant about one thing: he will only marry a pureblood. This is a belief he has been raised with and one that he still clings to as naive and contradictory that is to his own beliefs.
Class sign-ups:
Charms
Transfiguration
Potions
PB/Avatar to be used: Nicolas Hoult
Contact Information: See the GD.
ALL other ezboard IDs you use on PI, including the names of the characters you play on EACH: Just click on the link.
RP Sample:
Easter Week 1974
It was a tree. Thats all it was. A very big, very animated tree.
Looking over his shoulder, the boy with the too-big feet and the crooked smile gave the crowd of students a thumbs up. The whole thing had begun back in the courtyard where Davy had been walking about on his hands (he could go ten steps without losing his balance). Tobias Haddock a Slytherin bloke hed already learned to not like had scoffed at Davys talent, which had then induced the eleven-year-old Hufflepuff to show off by walking, on his hands, halfway around the edge of the water-fountain.
Hed succeeded. Just. Had the circumference been only a few inches larger, hed have likely ended up in the fountain.
As it were, hed been applauded and then the dares had really begun in earnest. By the time the growing group of first years had made it from the courtyard to greenhouses and then to the lake, the dares had rather taken on a life of their own and, without even a pause to think, Davy had marched straight away to the Whomping Willow as the dare had been tossed out.
But now, as he stood facing the currently docile tree, he had a very brief moment of panic. Hed watched this tree which first year hadnt: the creature, for it was much more that than anything else, was dangerous. The thought lasted in his head for all of a heartbeat before he was bolting as fast as he could towards the trunk.
His eyes never stopped scanning the branches and it was, when he was two meters from the tree that the first knobbed branch came flying towards him. Watching it, he ducked, the branch whooshing right over the top of his head to the sound of cheers and gasps.
The next branch came low and, with a yelp, he jumped it. Dodging and ducking in such a manner, the encouragement of a riot of screams behind him, he inched his way towards the trunk. He was almost there when an explosion of pain went stabbed through his face. Before the pain could entirely make itself known, he was out cold.
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Seventh
Wand: Swishy, 8 inches, Alder wood with Dragon Heartstring
Bloodline: Pureblood
Birthday: March 30, 1962
Pet/Familiar: Black flying fox bat named Fuzzy Head
Physical Description: Built with a thin lankiness, Davy is still in the process of growing, his height currently coming in at just under six feet in height he has generally been the tallest of his year. Each year he has had no choice but to purchase all new slacks and robes or suffer letting his bony ankles peer out from under the hem of his clothing. These bony ankles are attached to what have been called, often, chicken legs complete with knobby, bony knees. He really is nothing more than a bunch of skin stretched over a skeletal frame with just enough muscle and meat on his bones to keep him from appearing anorexic. He eats enough for about five boys his age, but it just doesnt seem to stick to him. He has fairly broad shoulders, which dont quite match up to the rest of his thin frame.
His face is thin with a rather pointy chin, though he does think he has a rather distinguished looking nose and he much enjoys his medium blue eyes although the left eye tends to wander a bit when hes not focused on something. He has been complimented, once or twice, on his eyes lashes, though he really doesnt quite grasp just why anyone would want to examine someones lashes to that degree. Above his blue eyes are two thick caterpillar-like eyebrows which match his medium brown hair. He keeps his hair cut short and doesnt fuss about with it for longer than it takes to run a wet comb through it.
He is prone to acne but cant be arsed to find a way to fix it, though he does make sure to wash his face thoroughly morning and night to keep the worst of it at bay. The acne tends to pepper his chin and the area just above his nose the most, though it occasionally branches outwards to his cheeks and along the sides of his neck just under the lobes of his ears.
When not in uniform, Davy prefers a pair of Muggle jeans, striped shirts and scarves. His Great Aunt Madison knits as a hobby; she knit many of his more eccentric scarves. Shoes are always a difficult issue for the lad as not every shop out in Malton (the nearest large town to his home in Scragglethrope) carry shoes his size. Even getting 13 shoes in Diagon is not easy without a bit of charm work being completed on a pair of 11s or 12s.
He tends to hunch a bit as he walks and, when he standing about he much prefers to lean against something to diminish the effect of his height. He is still, much to his chagrin, growing though his feet seemed to have stopped and match the general size of his hands.
At sixteen, his voice is still in the process of changing and though it has begun to develop a deeper timbre, his voice still tends to crack whenever he is excited or tired or nervous or talking with a pretty girl. He carries a rather heavy Yorkshire accent most of the time, though he can disguise it fairly well when he is called upon to speak proper English.
Personality Description: Davy is an incredibly energetic lad, constantly on the go and rarely one to sit still. In fact, he loathes the idea of sitting about doing nothing. He is often the one to drag others out to do things and loves to be the center of attention. He prefers playfulness over hard work but does understand the value of hard work and can, when necessary, put forth an incredible amount of energy towards that hard work.
Hes got a fairly madcap sense of humor and is the sort that is like as not to walk into the commons or the hospital wing or the Great Hall or class sporting some fantastical new hat, new idea or new philosophy. He is just as likely to appear with purple spots covering his face or antennae sprouting from his head or dressed in full drag often self-inflicted and often with the comment that didn't go as well as one would have thought in the planning stage falling from his lips at the looks of confusion or exasperation one may throw him. Or, it could very well have been the result of some dare or other for, as he proved in his first year, not even the dangers of the Whomping Willow could keep him at bay when dared.
It is difficult for him to keep himself focused on any one thing for more than a few days or a few weeks for his desire to constantly be on the go follows suit in his head. He cares little for what others may think of his current obsession and thus he doesnt always catch the laughter or snide remarks that may be tossed his way. Not that he would much care if he did.
When it comes to his friends he is the epitome of loyalty; nothing can turn him from a friend once he claims someone to be such. Even if a friend treats him with ill-will his nature is to forgive and then to, quite literally, forget. He is often heard to say, keep a large graveyard in which to bury your friends faults and he lives by that saying to an extreme degree. A downfall of this is that he tends to be incredibly gullible. Since he has never acted in a manner contrary to his outward appearance, he has a difficult time believing others could do so and no matter how many times he is duped, he remains puzzled about it.
He learns easily enough in class and can recite, almost verbatim, the lessons he hears and does a fairly excellent job on exams, but despite this he is rather more mischievous and lazy than one needs to be in order to receive high marks as he rarely touches the homework until the last minute and scrapes by with just passable marks.
When it comes to girls, Davy is a mix of boyish charm, awkward comments and blustering bravado. Hes not really quite managed to figure them out, though he knows that he enjoys little more in life than making them laugh for their laughter makes him grin. As for actually dating one of them or kissing one of them, that is still very much out of his realm of experience for though he most certainly has entertained thoughts on engaging in such a pastime, the actual move towards it seems insurmountable to him at the current time.
Brief History: David James Gudgeon was born the eldest son and child of Eric and Pilar Gudgeon. Nearly a year later his younger brother was born and, almost on Galvins heels came Gladys. Raised out in the moors of Yorkshire on Forkers Lane in Scragglethorpe, Davy had a very happy childhood growing up with his brother and his sister. Living out in the country, the three had to find their own amusement and they did just that. His mum stayed at home doing all that a mother should while his father, a Wizarding architect, was gone more than he was home.
When the Hogwarts owl arrived, Davy couldnt be more excited for though he loved Galvin and Gladys, the idea of being able to learn magic and live away from home seemed quite the adventure. Oh, and it was.
He was sorted into Hufflepuff, his loyalty and his ability to work hard (when he so chose) outweighing the courage he had in abundance. Most definitely not the most popular of his year, for his bony thinness and his quirky personality didnt endear him to everyone, he still had his friends and could always be counted on for a good laugh. In games of truth or dare, he was quick to take the dares and it was discovered that he never balked at a single one. That willingness to go out on a limb no matter what had him doing incredibly stupid stuff which often landed him in the hospital wing, but even Madam Pomfreys threats did little to wipe the grin off his face; if nearly losing his eye to the Whomping Willow in his first year hadnt fazed him, why should the Medi-Witchs threats?
When his second year started and Galvin walked between the crowded tables to be sorted, Davy was nearly over the moon, and that delirium was hardly dented when his brother had been sorted into the ill-reputed Slytherin, for Davy saw it as a keen way to learn about the dark and dangerous House of the Serpent. It was in his second year, though, that the biggest tragedy of his young life occurred.
During Christmas holiday nearly the entire Gudgeon family came to his house. Awash in the fun of cousins and aunts and uncles and the excitement of Father Christmas being on his way, it was never to be expected that it could all go so horribly wrong. He had been on his way up the stairs to get something from his room when hed nearly been knocked down by his Uncle Marwood. His confusion was only compounded when his mum, looking in a fit of rage and screaming like a Banshee, raced after him.
The next number of events, though they took nearly a week to occur, left him confused and angry. He had run out the door after his mum and Uncle only to see a them pointing their wands at each other, but he had tripped and by the time he was up on his feet, things had gone very quiet. He was being manhandled inside next, and official looking wizards had arrived, his mum kissing him and his brother and sister promising to be back soon. When his father came home a few days later, he had already begun to panic for his aunts and uncles were being anything but forthcoming with what was going on.
Even after the funeral and the explanation, Davy was confused. When their Great Aunt Madison smelling of barley water and trailing her yarn and needles with her arrived to take over the raising of him and his siblings, he tried to keep a stiff upper lip as his father had asked him to, but in his bed at night, he didnt try. His mum was in Azkaban and his Uncle Marwood was dead. For a boy of twelve years, it was a bit much to take in. But take it in, he did, even if he didnt like it. The rest of his second year at Hogwarts passed in much of a haze and he scraped passing marks by the skin of his teeth.
His third year, Davy was rather quiet and much of a recluse. Questions were still asked if he spent too much time around others and he found that loads of time by the lake alone were soothing. It was, during this time period, that he started the hand walking, ball juggling and the like. With loads of time on his own, he was soon quite good at the acrobatic behaviours and, as the end of his third year came to a close, he was feeling far less reticent about being around others.
Fourth year was, for him, a true explosion in terms of friendships and in expanding upon his daredevil nature. The first year who had nearly been killed by the Whomping Willow was now the lad whom everyone knew would take on just about any and every dare, no matter how dangerous. He also, during this year, learned the value of making others laugh - and that the laughter could keep his own hurt and disappointment buried where he wouldn't have to face it. This continued on, without ceasing, through his fifth year.
Now, starting his sixth year at Hogwarts, it is, for some, a surprise that he is still alive what with the ill-cast charms the lad has attempted on himself and the dares he has been talked into.
Important Relationships:
Galvin Gudgeon: His brother and his best mate.
Cass McArthur: His bestmate, hands down, beyond all others.
Sophie Ruzicka: His first kiss.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes rubber bands (he has a rubber band ball that he constantly has on him and is often found bouncing it as he walks); photography (in particular he is intrigued by Muggle photography and has procured a Muggle camera with which he spends an obscene amount of time snapping shots); cockroach clusters; scarves (he has a good dozen of them in his own possession); trying out his theories; finding ways to make a few knuts; spending as much time in Zonkos as he can; singing (he as a gorgeous bass voice)
Dislikes Bigots, cheese, spiders (hes not afraid, just thinks they are very odd-looking), routine, sitting around doing nothing.
Loyalties - Personal and Family: Though Davy is a pureblood, he is a strong supporter of Muggleborns and Halfbloods. He thinks that You-Know-Who is seriously mentally messed up in the head and so are all his followers. However, though he is a not a supporter of the Dark Lord and his ideals, Davy is adamant about one thing: he will only marry a pureblood. This is a belief he has been raised with and one that he still clings to as naive and contradictory that is to his own beliefs.
Class sign-ups:
Charms
Transfiguration
Potions
PB/Avatar to be used: Nicolas Hoult
Contact Information: See the GD.
ALL other ezboard IDs you use on PI, including the names of the characters you play on EACH: Just click on the link.
RP Sample:
Easter Week 1974
It was a tree. Thats all it was. A very big, very animated tree.
Looking over his shoulder, the boy with the too-big feet and the crooked smile gave the crowd of students a thumbs up. The whole thing had begun back in the courtyard where Davy had been walking about on his hands (he could go ten steps without losing his balance). Tobias Haddock a Slytherin bloke hed already learned to not like had scoffed at Davys talent, which had then induced the eleven-year-old Hufflepuff to show off by walking, on his hands, halfway around the edge of the water-fountain.
Hed succeeded. Just. Had the circumference been only a few inches larger, hed have likely ended up in the fountain.
As it were, hed been applauded and then the dares had really begun in earnest. By the time the growing group of first years had made it from the courtyard to greenhouses and then to the lake, the dares had rather taken on a life of their own and, without even a pause to think, Davy had marched straight away to the Whomping Willow as the dare had been tossed out.
But now, as he stood facing the currently docile tree, he had a very brief moment of panic. Hed watched this tree which first year hadnt: the creature, for it was much more that than anything else, was dangerous. The thought lasted in his head for all of a heartbeat before he was bolting as fast as he could towards the trunk.
His eyes never stopped scanning the branches and it was, when he was two meters from the tree that the first knobbed branch came flying towards him. Watching it, he ducked, the branch whooshing right over the top of his head to the sound of cheers and gasps.
The next branch came low and, with a yelp, he jumped it. Dodging and ducking in such a manner, the encouragement of a riot of screams behind him, he inched his way towards the trunk. He was almost there when an explosion of pain went stabbed through his face. Before the pain could entirely make itself known, he was out cold.
