Post by August Jensen on Sept 15, 2009 18:10:11 GMT 1
August Cuthbert Jensen
eighteen, male, bisexual, halfblood, student
eighteen, male, bisexual, halfblood, student
the factfile[/font]
Height: 6’
Build: Slightly on the lanky side.
Wand: Apple, unicorn hair, 9.5 inches. Good at transfiguration, poor at dark arts.
Patronus: His patronus is a dog. Specifically a mutt with one ear turned inside out, it’s fur a patchwork of colours and it‘s tail wagging constantly. While the dog appears alert and willing to jump (or tumble) into action, there is no doubt it’s a mongrel. The memory August uses to conjure it is of sitting in front of the fire in his grandparent’s living room with his grandpa telling him a story.
Boggart: While it changes from time to time the general theme of August’s boggart stays the same. He is terrified of horror films and so his boggart always takes the form of whatever monstrous creature August has managed to glimpse in the latest adverts at the cinema.
Dementor: His worst memory is of being dangled out of the window of the owlery by a fellow student in his sixth year. He was sure the student didn’t mean to, but it was still very terrifying.
Amortentia: Kiwis, roast dinner and cherry blossoms.
Nicknames: Jensen, Jen, Gus and Gusty (he doesn’t really get that one). Mostly he goes by August.
Clothing Style: August somehow always manages to look slightly scruffy. He throws together whatever seems to be reasonably clean from his floor and hopes for the best. Clashing colours, rumpled clothing and odd socks usually occur.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Siblings: Tiffany-May Hazel Jensen (10), Russell Forest Jensen (7).
Relatives: Grandparents: Cuthbert and Margaret Fairway.
Other Important Figures: His Head of House Abraham Grey and all his friends at school.
Pets:
August really had his heart set on a cat, a big fluffy one that would sit on his lap and generally be his own personal hot water bottle. Instead for his fourteenth birthday his sister got him a rat, with a big pink bow around his middle and strict instructions that he already had a name. That name was Pookie. There’s kind of a love/hate relationship between August and his rat. He feeds Pookie and pets him occasionally, but Pookie seems to have no qualms about peeing in his bed or making a bid for freedom by nose-diving off August’s lap to the floor. All in all August thinks his rat is kind of stupid, but he still loves him anyway.
Pensieve: August was the first child of Archie and Oleander Jensen. He was supposed to be born in August and his parents had his name picked out accordingly, but he was nearly two weeks late and in the end he had to be forcibly induced. Even though he was technically born in September his parents had their heart set on the name August so that’s what he’s stuck with. Because the birth was a difficult one his parents were reluctant to have any more children and so he spent his first seven years as an only child which suited him perfectly.
He was clumsy even as a young child and so he ended up in the emergency room at hospital more times than most people end up there in their entire lifetime. Most of the time it wasn’t too serious though, a few stitches or a cast and he’d bounce back to enthusiastically exploring anything and everything. At first his parents were worried he wouldn’t take kindly to having siblings as he wouldn’t want to share the attention, but as soon as Tiffany-May was born August took a liking to her and he still dotes on her now. He’s even willing to put up with a rat called Pookie, which he thinks shows devotion above and beyond the call of duty.
His grandparents on his mother’s side were a big part of his childhood and August would spend a lot of time staying with them in the summer months. In particular his grandfather was his hero and so he was immensely proud of being named after him. He took great delight in the magic tricks his grandfather showed him. It wasn’t until later, when he got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, that he realised these magic tricks were real.
August hadn’t really shown all that much magical ability before, although there are only so many trees a person can fall out of with barely a scratch before it gets a little suspicious. However, both his parents weren’t all that surprised as Oleander had come from a partially magical family anyway (Cuthbert was a wizard and Margaret was a muggle) and she’d shared everything with her husband when they got married. As Oleander hadn’t shown any magical ability they two of them had decided to live as muggles because they didn’t want their children to suffer the same disappointment she had when she never got an acceptance letter.
Everything about Hogwarts was new and exciting for August and he threw himself into life there with complete enthusiasm. Becoming a wizard brought him even closer to his grandfather as Cuthbert was somebody he could turn to when he felt lost or confused about anything magical. Even after over seven years of living in the wizarding world August’s enthusiasm still hasn’t worn off and it doesn’t even look like it’s faded.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
- Kiwis
- Jumpers
- Hot Drinks
- Christmas Dinner
- Spring
- Talking
- Making Friends
- Getting Sick
- Horror Films
- Being Cold
- Blood
- Getting in Trouble
- Pumpkins
- Seeing People Cry
- Claps when he’s excited.
- Always remembers to say please and thank you.
- Still can’t tie his own shoelaces.
- Blushes if anybody swears.
In Depth Personality:
- Friendly - August always has time for a smile and a quick chat with whoever he bumps into (literally). He doesn’t see the harm in being nice to people he doesn’t know, and once he does know them he doesn’t stop being nice as he then counts them as friends.
- Enthusiastic - He has an almost childlike interest in everything. If somebody is willing to put aside the time to explain something he’ll listen attentively. While he isn’t much for research or reading if you catch his attention about a topic you’ll probably manage to keep it with minimum effort.
- Easygoing - August doesn’t see the need to get wound up about obstacles, he has the patience to wait and work his way round a problem with minimum effort. He rarely kicks up a fuss about anything and is quite happy to let other people take the lead while he follows instructions as best he can.
- Confident - August isn’t afraid to speak up or try new things even if he’ll probably fail miserably. He feels he knows his limits and can trust other people enough, which gives him the confidence to do things others might consider risky.
- Positive - He is a glass half full kind of guy, in other words unerringly optimistic. He’ll always point out the good traits about a person or situation and he tends to gloss over the negatives. This doesn’t mean he thinks the world is entirely made of sunshine and rainbows, but he doesn’t think it hurts to look out for them.
- Clumsy - August is about as graceful as a drunken hedgehog trying to fight it’s way out of a sack. He trips over chair legs, stairs and even his own feet all the time. Asking him to carry something delicate is a disaster waiting to happen and don’t expect him to catch or throw anything with any degree of accuracy. He’s been practically banned from riding broomsticks because he lacks the balance and ability needed to fly in a straight line let alone complete any manoeuvres.
- Gullible - He’s gullible almost to the point of being childishly naïve. For this reason it’s ridiculously easy to fool him and most sarcastic humour goes straight over his head because he takes things too literally. If you tell him something August will believe you absolutely, no questions asked.
- Too Trusting - It’s very easy to gain August’s trust. In fact you don’t even really have to do anything, just hang around him long enough to count you as a friend, which takes a surprisingly short amount of time. His trust is almost too easily given and he’s been betrayed because of this before. This doesn’t stop him from befriending them again as he’s a great believer in second, and even third, chances.
- Oblivious - August is kind of sheltered, or rather he shelters himself by refusing to take anything seriously. He doesn’t really keep up with current tensions within the wizarding community, which some people might call foolishly ignorant. He’s also a little oblivious to more subtle emotions in people, he won’t pick up if somebody is upset or angry until it’s too late and they’re crying or shouting.
- Irresponsible - He’s responsibility phobic and really doesn’t like it when people have to rely on him to do something. He likes to be carefree and have the freedom to do what he wants so he tries hard to avoid responsibility of any kind. He can just about take care of Pookie without messing up though.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: Since the dinosaurs.
Time Zone: GMT.
How Did You Find Us?: Jesus told me.
Play By: Ben Barnes.
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August Jensen was lost. Well, not lost exactly… Actually, no he was definitely just lost. After six years attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he still got hopelessly confused by the maze of corridors that made the made up the castle. Normally he just stuck to pathways he knew, consistently following the same route so there was no chance of him taking a wrong turn. It also helped that he usually had a friend with him, walking half a step behind them ensured that they led the way.
It was late as he’d just finished an astronomy lesson, definitely past curfew and the note he had from Professor Port wouldn’t give him an excuse for much longer. It didn’t take an hour to get back to the dorms, even in a castle as big as Hogwarts. He was all alone this evening, his own fault for tripping over and spilling the contents of his bag all over the floor of the Astronomy tower. Even though a few of the other Hufflepuffs had tried to wait for him he’d told them to leave. It wasn’t fair to make them hang around because he was a klutz.
It all went wrong when he discovered somebody had knocked over all the suits of armour in on of the corridors on the seventh floor, blocking the path completely. The detour hadn’t exactly gone as planned, he knew Ash had shown him a shortcut once, but after choosing to go down some stairs hidden behind a tapestry he was fairly certain he wasn’t going the right way. Back tracking only made things worse.
August wasn’t even sure what floor he was on any more. The fifth one maybe. He pouted, using lumos to illuminate the corridor as much as possible and peering in both directions with absolutely no idea which way he should pick. With a small sigh August sat down on the floor, back propped up against one of the cold stone walls. He was tired and it was getting harder and harder to remain optimistic about his chances of finding his way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Perhaps after a bit of a rest he’d be able to look at things with fresh eyes.
It was late as he’d just finished an astronomy lesson, definitely past curfew and the note he had from Professor Port wouldn’t give him an excuse for much longer. It didn’t take an hour to get back to the dorms, even in a castle as big as Hogwarts. He was all alone this evening, his own fault for tripping over and spilling the contents of his bag all over the floor of the Astronomy tower. Even though a few of the other Hufflepuffs had tried to wait for him he’d told them to leave. It wasn’t fair to make them hang around because he was a klutz.
It all went wrong when he discovered somebody had knocked over all the suits of armour in on of the corridors on the seventh floor, blocking the path completely. The detour hadn’t exactly gone as planned, he knew Ash had shown him a shortcut once, but after choosing to go down some stairs hidden behind a tapestry he was fairly certain he wasn’t going the right way. Back tracking only made things worse.
August wasn’t even sure what floor he was on any more. The fifth one maybe. He pouted, using lumos to illuminate the corridor as much as possible and peering in both directions with absolutely no idea which way he should pick. With a small sigh August sat down on the floor, back propped up against one of the cold stone walls. He was tired and it was getting harder and harder to remain optimistic about his chances of finding his way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Perhaps after a bit of a rest he’d be able to look at things with fresh eyes.
