Post by Godric Gryffindor on Jan 23, 2010 13:11:31 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
GODRIC SEPTIMUS GRYFFINDOR
[/color][/font]GODRIC SEPTIMUS GRYFFINDOR
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
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Godric Septimus Gryffindor, unfortunately named after his father. Luckily for him, he doesn't really get called Godric much as the other founders call him Godders while students and most of the other staff call him Professor Gryffindor.
Godric means "he who rules with God" or "he who rules well".
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12th September, 1009, making Godric twenty-three years old.
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Male.
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Heterosexual.
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Pureblood.
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[/ul]NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD
Zachary Levi.
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Godric is the tallest person in the castle, standing at roughly 6'4". Although for the most part it's kinda fun being this height, he hates it when he has to teach the first years, whom Godric pretty much towers over. Because of the vast height difference (of roughly a foot and a half), most can't help but wonder about whether or not they listen to him because they like and respect Godric, or because they're perhaps slightly intimidated by the tall-ness.
In his own opinion, Godric's features are really nothing all that special. His eyes and hair are both a dark chocolate brown colour and are rather plain. His hair goes down to the back of his neck and is annoyingly wavy.
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[/ul]LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
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FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL
+ Heights
+ Late mornings
+ 'Nap time'
+ Cats
+ Rain
+ Warm weather
+ Thunderstorms
+ Reading
+ The colours red and gold
+ Fire- no, that doesn't make him a pyromaniac...
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- Marking
- Detentions
- Pumpkin juice
- The color purple
- Owls
- Snow
- Insects
- Flying
- Portkeys
- Pretty much any mode of transportation that doesn't recquire you to be on the ground.
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Well.
Godric doesn't really have any in particular.
When he was made to think about goals for a bit, he came up with these:
1. Keep the school running.
2.
3. Since Godric is terrible at flying (probably the reason why he supposedly hates it), it'd be nice if he was able to do that one day.
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+ Brave
+ Loyal
+ As optimistic as they get
+ Smart (Yet certainly nowhere near Rowena's level)
+ Transfiguration
+ Honest
+ Trustworthy
+ Fast learner
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- Easy to confuse
- Potions ("It all just explodes...")
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- Careless
- Extremely poor sense of direction
- Hates to be proven wrong
- Procrastinator
- Usually oblivious to something.
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* His sister is a squib, leading Godric to be rather over-protective of her.
* He's so fierce about Muggle-born rights because he realised that there was so little difference between discrimination against them and squibs. They're all human!
* Godric can't apparate. Yes, he learnt to like everyone else and even managed to do it a few times, yet after seeing a particularly gruesome splinching the ability just seemed to dissapear.
*If you haven't already guessed, Godric 'may or may not have' quite a crush on Helga.
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When Godric tried to brew the potion he smelt Helga's cooking, Lavender and something burnt.
Then the potion exploded.
It is pretty much impossible to resist Helga's cooking, as anyone who has tasted it would know. Whilst he is unsure what the burnt mystery item is and why it is part of his amortentia, Godric does know that he smells Lavender as it reminds him of home.
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Godric's is pretty much simple. It's Helga, Rowena and Salazar dead. And it's not even just dead dead. It's 'all covered in blood with looks of terror and a 'why didn't you save me?' looks while facing Godric' dead. How can we describe it this well? Well Boggarts seem to like finding their way into the castle and he usually ends up being the poor sod to find it.
Once or twice it's taken the form of only half a Godric in a bloody mess on the floor, due to splinching himself.
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Godric's patronus is a lion. There are probably quite a few reasons for this, such as his bravery, fierceness and it's pretty much a bad thing for you if you choose to provoke either of them; or it could just be that Godric likes cats. Not to mention big things. So why not a big cat?
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If you had to guess his age by personality alone, you would probably say that Godric was a young child at least. Usually hyperactive, tempermental... and nap time is always the best part of the day.
Clearly Godric is not the best head of house, believing more in a good time than in setting a good example for the students; he isn't the one known for upholding the rules. He's easily distracted, as stubborn as a mule and clearly most of his plans and ideas are made up on the spot in the hope that it'll turn out for the best.
Usually something ends up exploding in the great hall when this happens, and Godric has to go into hiding from Rowena and Salazar. Yet mostly Rowena.
Although in cases such as these he may come across as pretty much a coward, Godric isn't known for bravery just for the hell of it.
He's a damn good duelist, not just with magic, and he really would do anything to protect those he cares about.
As impossible as this may sound, Godric can be a responsible adult on occasion. Or at least can pretend to be. He truly believes in the student's best interests and even if it's not like all the other subjects, at least Godric can be safe in the fact that he knows that the kids get something out of his lessons. His most prominent qualities include his kindness and unfailing optimism in even the most serious of situations; if everything else is gone, we'll always have hope, right?
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[/ul]I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW
Godric Gryffindor, 41, father.
Aeofe Gryffindor, 40, mother, deceased.
Madeleine Gryffindor, 19, sister.
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You may have heard of it. Hogwarts?
No?
Alright then.
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Before you all ask- No, Godric did not get dropped on his head when he was a baby. He is just naturally wierd like that.
For the most part, Godric's life has been pretty much uneventful. He was born in Godric's Hollow, located in the west country of England, where he lived for seventeen years. His family (Comprising of his mother, father and sister) weren't as well off as Salazar's, for example, yet there was money to spare.
Although Godric's Hollow was for the most part a magical community, the occasional muggle was known to pass through. Whilst a few wizards (his father being one of them) really didn't care all that much, as such occasions were exceptionally rare, most dared not to use magic in any place where there was a chance of getting seen. Stories of burning and other such magical prejudice came quite a lot, to the point where some were scared to do it in their own home - who knows. They could get seen through a window?
For most of the time, Godric was bored. There wasn't really anyone of his age in the Hollow and the few that were were pretty much as bright as a rock; not to mention that there was pretty much nothing to do anywhere nearby. It felt quite confining. Of course there were the occasional moments of interest yet these were all very few and far between. Most days were then spent reading, getting in people's way and/or duelling. With sword or magic. Take your pick. Luckily his chance to escape came when Rowena, Salazar and Helga approached him about starting a school.
After finding the castle and fighting for a few days to get a tower, Hogwarts was theirs. Godric became the Transfiguration teacher and has remained in that position ever since, loving every day of it.
Now.
You've probably heard many stories about his sword (which remains locked in his office, should a student be so stupid enough to come looking for it. Again.); the most popular being that it was stolen from the goblin king Ragnuk. It remains a mystery to this day as to whether or not the rumour is true as Godric will only grin and say nothing when asked about it. The sword itself is rarely seen; only taken from its 'hiding place' when he wants to clean it, or if there is a loval duelling match. Because of the free time the Gryffindor had before Hogwarts, he's had lots of time to practice and perfect his skill. Therefore, is it any surprise that he's later credited as 'the best duelist of his time'?
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[/ul]THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
THIS IS MY PLAYER INFO[/color][/font]
THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS
Emma, yet you may know me by my alias, Haine.
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... I dunno. About three to five years. Let's call it four.
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Parents out of house. Check.
House tidy. Check.
Godric in house... not so Check.
Technically, at this moment in time, Godric was about fifteen minutes away from home and standing in the middle of a field. Why Godric was in a field and not at home waiting for Rowena and her friend to arrive is a slightly confusing story that went something like this:
Since it took rather little time to accomplish the first two tasks on the list, the boy found himself with some space in his day and ended up going for a walk. Being Godric, he obviously got sidetracked by something and even managed to baffle himself as to how in God's name did he end up in the bloody field.
Currently he was pondering the best way as to get out of the field and make it back home before his guests turned up.
Sure, it was generally common manners to be on time when meeting someone, yet Godric just had to be on time as he could distinctly remember being late last time he saw Rowena and the Hufflepuff girl - her name evaded him right now- which had to have been just over a year ago. Even then, that time had probably been more for their families as Godric did not remember saying more than two words to each of them, so being late probably wasn't that big of an issue. As you can probably imagine, it was a sort of surprise to get a letter from them one day saying that they needed to see him about something important. What this important thing was, he had no idea.
Now. Back to trying to leave.
As wizard friendly as the area was (there being pretty much next to no muggles in the immediate vicinity), Godric never felt comfortable with the idea of apparating for whatever reason- just in case one of the few non-wizards were either in the area that he was apparating from or apparating to. More likely it was just another excuse to avoid the feelings of nausea that always came with the supposedly preferred magical method of transport and for the life of him he couldn’t see why it was so popular.
Either way, this left Godric with no other option to run.
Although his long legs would usually get him there in barely anytime whatsoever, it was exceptionally hard to run on such uneven ground without stumbling and/or tripping over every other minute. The occasional tree root or unusually large stone sticking predominantly out of the unlevel dirt was just making the few succesful steps much more difficult.
Eventually, however, Godric did manage to make it out of the field of death and home, twenty five minutes alter. He looked around the area cautiously, the only sounds being singing birds and his own heavy breathing.
Not a single person in sight.
A grin instantly broke out across his face now that Godric felt reassured that he was not late... or he couldbe so late that they'd given up waiting and already left.
Damn.
The grin faded just as quickly as it had appeared as he looked up at the sky pleadingly; murmuring that if anyone was listening up there, they'd have the power to make it so that he was on time.
When no reply or sign came, Godric let out a slight groan and turned his gaze to his robes; covered in dirt thanks to the field escapades. One quick cleaning spell and Godric was at least presentable, late or not. He stayed outside, nothing else to do but wait.
House tidy. Check.
Godric in house... not so Check.
Technically, at this moment in time, Godric was about fifteen minutes away from home and standing in the middle of a field. Why Godric was in a field and not at home waiting for Rowena and her friend to arrive is a slightly confusing story that went something like this:
Since it took rather little time to accomplish the first two tasks on the list, the boy found himself with some space in his day and ended up going for a walk. Being Godric, he obviously got sidetracked by something and even managed to baffle himself as to how in God's name did he end up in the bloody field.
Currently he was pondering the best way as to get out of the field and make it back home before his guests turned up.
Sure, it was generally common manners to be on time when meeting someone, yet Godric just had to be on time as he could distinctly remember being late last time he saw Rowena and the Hufflepuff girl - her name evaded him right now- which had to have been just over a year ago. Even then, that time had probably been more for their families as Godric did not remember saying more than two words to each of them, so being late probably wasn't that big of an issue. As you can probably imagine, it was a sort of surprise to get a letter from them one day saying that they needed to see him about something important. What this important thing was, he had no idea.
Now. Back to trying to leave.
As wizard friendly as the area was (there being pretty much next to no muggles in the immediate vicinity), Godric never felt comfortable with the idea of apparating for whatever reason- just in case one of the few non-wizards were either in the area that he was apparating from or apparating to. More likely it was just another excuse to avoid the feelings of nausea that always came with the supposedly preferred magical method of transport and for the life of him he couldn’t see why it was so popular.
Either way, this left Godric with no other option to run.
Although his long legs would usually get him there in barely anytime whatsoever, it was exceptionally hard to run on such uneven ground without stumbling and/or tripping over every other minute. The occasional tree root or unusually large stone sticking predominantly out of the unlevel dirt was just making the few succesful steps much more difficult.
Eventually, however, Godric did manage to make it out of the field of death and home, twenty five minutes alter. He looked around the area cautiously, the only sounds being singing birds and his own heavy breathing.
Not a single person in sight.
A grin instantly broke out across his face now that Godric felt reassured that he was not late... or he couldbe so late that they'd given up waiting and already left.
Damn.
The grin faded just as quickly as it had appeared as he looked up at the sky pleadingly; murmuring that if anyone was listening up there, they'd have the power to make it so that he was on time.
When no reply or sign came, Godric let out a slight groan and turned his gaze to his robes; covered in dirt thanks to the field escapades. One quick cleaning spell and Godric was at least presentable, late or not. He stayed outside, nothing else to do but wait.
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