WARD, michael james

[MICHAEL JAMES WARD]

MICHAEL JAMES WARD

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : michael james ward
NICKNAMES : mike, mick, micky, MJ.
AGE : twenty one. nineth of august.
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : British
RELIGION : None.
SEXUALITY : Bisexual
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : la wizards
BLOOD STATUS : half blood
PLAY-BY : Kevin Flamme.

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : Wolf.
MIRROR OF ERISED : he'd see himself, with a partner, and a small quaint family.
AMORTENTIA : Spices, aftershave, fresh cut grass

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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MICHAEL'S DISLIKES :

• hot weather
  
• baths
  
• bubble baths
  
• dancing
  
• getting woke up
  
• fighting
  
• running
  
• nail biters
  
• eggs
  
• hair in his eyes.

MICHAEL'S LIKES :

• showers
  
• coffee
  
• thunder storms
  
• rock music
  
• magic
  
• traveling
  
• chocolate
  
• bright colours
  
• singing.

GOALS :

• to have fun before settling down
  
• to have children, one way or another
  
• to make something of himself
  
• to be genuinely happy
  
• to be surrounded by people he loves.

FEARS :

• death
  
• losing a loved one
  
• to lose the war against the dark side
  
• to be unloved
  
• never settle down..

SECRETS :

• he's seen someone be killed, and never said anything.
  
• he doesn't think he's worthy of anyones true love.

WEAKNESS :

• a sweet smile
  
• chocolate
  
• his friends .

STRENGTHS :

• defense against the dark arts
  
• stubborn
  
• his family.

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• WARM HEARTED
  michael is very sweet, despite the way he is with some people, he'll always show you as much respect as he can as the situation calls for it.
  
• LADIES MAN
  he's very big on the ladies, more so than the males, and tends to make it his aim to bed at least one a week.
  
• STUBBORN
  he doesn't like to be wrong about something, and can be very adament that he's right until you make him see he's wrong
  
• COMPASSIONATE
  if he starts a project, he will try his hardest and work to the best of his ability to get done. he also feels pretty strongly for people - his friends and lovers.
  
• BRAVE
  he isn't scared to try new things when the time comes and he won't back away from a fight. he likes to think of himself as a protector of people.
  
• QUICK TEMPER
  despite being a nice person, if he's angered to a level, his temper snaps and he'll get mad, and all up in your face, shouting.
  
• PROTECTIVE
  he's very protective over people, and doesn't like to see those close to him getting hurt. He tries to care for all his friends.
  
• LOYAL
  you'll never find him betraying his friends, no matter what. to him, friends are the most important thing you can get. he wouldn't want to ruin that.
  
• DISTANT
  to those he doesn't know too well, he won't try and become best mates with them instantly, he might interact, but it'll take him a while to make a friend out of them.
  
• DARING
  this ties in with his braveness, he isn't scared of doing things, even if they sound stupid and life threatening, he looks on the fun side of it and finds it more attractive.
  

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Brighton, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : London, Camden.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: None
MOTHER'S NAME : Sophine Ward [nee Jones].
FATHER'S NAME : Markus Ward.
SIBLINGS : Joseph Ward - 15, Gryffindor.
OVERALL HISTORY :

Michael was born early in the morning, on the night of august the ninth. He started life well - he healthy and loved by his parents. It tended to stay that way even as Michael grew up, he was the first born child to the Wards, and therefore he was doted upon. He knew all about the Wizarding World, and lived in a smaller villiage, a stack of houses where a lot of them lived. Both his parents were Magical, although his mother was a Muggleborn, making him a halfblood. He didn't have a hard life, or anything out of the ordinary for a child, but there were certain factors that stood out from other people. When he was six, his mother died, or that's what he'd got told. Secretly, in his young mind, Michael blamed the new... thing that had come in to the house - something his dad kept calling Joesph. He thought his dad had got rid of mummy for a new baby. He didn't understand much, and kept wanting his mum to come back, but she obviously never did. His father became very important to him, due to the fact that he was all he had left, and as he grew older, he realised that it wasn't his brothers fault his mum had died, and they, too, became pretty close.

At the age of eleven, Michael was accepted in to the school of witchcraft - Hogwarts. Both his parents had gone there and he'd heard a lot about it. He was extremely excited to get his stuff, and get to go there for the next seven years. Like most other kids though, he was nervous too. What if he went in a bad house? Or he couldn't really do magic? He had a lot of questions and worries which he posed to his father. He always promised Michael that everything would be okay - and it seemed like it was a promise that got kept. As he boarded the train on the first of September, that's when he felt sad. He was about to leave his family behind - it was six more years until Joesph could attend, and he wasn't going to get to see him much at all, only at the holidays. Michael was always protective of Joesph, especially when Michael went to Hogwarts - he'd write constantly, just to make sure that everyone was okay. He was scared of something happening while he wasn't there. He wrote in on the first night to inform his father that he'd made the Gryffindor house.

He went through his school life fairly smoothly, not really having any problems and managing to keep on top of his grades - he wanted to make his father proud. When his brother came to the school, he looked out for him too although he only had one year left. It was when he left that a lot changed for him. He had been nineteen, and walking through one of the Muggle villiages, he'd seen someone be stabbed, and before he could do anything, they were dead. He wonders sometimes if he could havr tried harder and if the man would be alive, and it's not something he likes to think about. He's told no one else what he saw, preferring to keep it a secret rather than ket the whole world know. Its easier for him to live with. He moved to London center when he was twenty, and has lived there since, trying to make a life for himself. He hopes to settle down soon, as well, just to make everything perfect.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

It was finally time to get back to Hogwarts, and really, Harry couldn't wait. It meant he was free once more. Don't get him wrong, he loved being at the Weasley's and he did feel like he belonged there, but at this moment, he was practically a Muggle - he couldn't perform magic right now, and he didn't like the idea that he was that vunerable. Sure, it wouldn't have been the first time that he'd been attacked whilst defenseless, but he didn't want to go through that again, really. And Hogwarts was the first real place he'd felt at home in, like he belonged. It had taught him more about his life than his aunt and uncle had. He'd been treated somewhat like an equal in those stone walls, not like a freak that was forced on them in the dead of the night. If he could change that one aspect of his life, though, he wouldn't. It had made him who he was today, and he supposed to he had them to thank for that. Without them, he definitely wouldn't be the same person, and he probably wouldn't have had half as much luck as he'd had with Voldemort. That was all it had been, everytime. Luck. There was no way he should have been able to dodge death with simple spells like Stupefy and Expelliarmus, but he had.

He'd finished doing everything, so far, and couldn't find anything else that needed to be done desperately before school started. His trunk was pretty much packed, his homework had all been done - it had been the moment he'd known Hermione was here, the abuse just wasn't worth it, and he'd made sure Hedwig had been fed and cleaned out. There was nothing more, except maybe to spend the last few remaining days he had with his friends - they were like his family - and he wanted to have fun with them. He didn't think there was anyting wrong with that. For once, though, he didn't much feel like playing Quidditch. It was a rare feeling, but he had the urge to use his legs - go for a walk around, alone for a little while, before going to hang around with Ron and Hermione, maybe Ginny if he could find her - he'd not seen her for a little while actually, and kind of wondered where she'd managed to sneak off too. He didn't know if he should see if he could find her either, he didn't want to come across as weird or whatever... he had to act normal, now.

Thinking of Ginny though, he'd been noticing strange things within himself - especially when someone mentioned her and Dean - and considering that had been the main topic of conversation with nearly all of the Weasley guys... it had been as weird couple of days. He didn't know what the feeling was exactly, but he was sure that it had something to do with the redheaded girl. Really, he was a little scared to find out what it could be. What if he didn't like the result, or if it was something unattainable? He didn't want to do anything to his friendship with either of them, but it was obvious - even to him - that he didn't just see her as Ron's sister anymore. He wasn't too sure when the change had happened, but it most certainly had occured at some point. It was a little disconcerting for him. He didn't want to put anyone in danger, make them awkward or jeprodise anything. He wouldn't feel good about that, and Ginny and Dean deserved happiness after all. He wasn't going to be the one to even try and ruin something on a whim of a feeling. He didn't even know if it was a liegtimate feeling. It was just a suspicion.

He left the burrow, planning on heading around back to start off his walk and just ambling around the garden when he saw the person who'd just recently been occupying his thoughts. He didn't think he could just walk right past her, so instead after running a quick hand through his hair, he walked towards her, and lowered himself down slowly next to her. His hands, interlocked, dangled just between his slightly parted knees and he turned his face to hers, and smiled slightly. "Hey, Gin." He said, hoping his voice had kept his normally cool edge, not the stuttering moran he turned in to when ever he was faced with a girl who he'd aquired feelings for. He didn't want to look the fool in front of her. He wasn't even sure why he cared about looking a fool in front of Ginny - she'd seen him at much worse, but he did. That was all there really was too it.

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