Post by NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM on Feb 17, 2012 21:10:49 GMT -5
Neville Amos Longbottom
[/b][/color][/font]we'll find it someday, a way back home
and love will reclaim what shadows stole
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the▪B A S I C S
i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook
i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook
Full Name: neville amos longbottom
Nicknames: Nevy, nev, Longbottom (hates this)
Gender: male
Birthdate/Age: July 30, 1980/16 years old
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexuality: straight
Wand: 13 inch cherry wood with a unicorn hair core
Pet: Trevor the Toad
House: Gryffindor
Occupation: Not available
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the▪A P P E A R A N C E
[/color][/center]i'm a gryffindor, i'll fly with my friends
We'll never back down, and fight to the end
We'll never back down, and fight to the end
Playby: Matthew Lewis
Hair: Dark brown, shortly cropped hair can be found on this young man, straight and simple
Eyes: Hazel brown
Height/Weight: 6ft tall/175lbs
Distinguishing Marks: The fact that he is tall and lanky
Build: Scrawny, less athletic than most boys
Style: First year at Hogwarts offered a much different image of Neville, who was a plump, stout young man with mismatched teeth hidden in a crooked smile. In sixth year however, the boy is much more lean, almost lanky compared to that of his athletic counterparts. Not to mention his teeth are far straighter allowing him a far more confident grin than before. Mainly found to wear Gryffindor uniforms, Neville tends to be partial to a good sweater vest even out of school borders. Neville also spikes his hair a fair bit rather than allowing it to fluff itself over the top of his head as though he's just been through the spin cycle.
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the▪P E R S O N A L I T Y
[/color][/center]i'm a slytherin, the house of the snake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake
Likes: Herbology- one of few classes where he is treated as more than a total git thanks partially to the likes of Mad-Eye Moody, though at the time he was unaware that his shining knight was actually a death eater in disguise
Dumbledore's Army- the first place he felt at home with his own capabilities
The famous trio- Harry, Hermione, and Ron are the main reason he actually has friends for once in his life
Gryffindor- the place he can truly call home
Collectible frog cards- they prove a useful waste of time somedays
Luna Lovegood- he might just fancy something more than friendship
Having something worth fighting for
Having been Gryffindor’s partial hero in his first year to prop them high enough in points to win the House cup
Butterbeer-lovely taste and mixture, hits the spot
Knowing that he has helped his friends in some way in the past, and that they look up to him for it
Dislikes: Flying- when you break your wrist falling from the outskirts of Hogwarts you'll understand the amounted hatred
Bellatrix Lestrange- vengeance shall meet its mark soon enough fair lady
Voldemort and his damned death eaters- they deserve a fate far worse than hell can offer
Remembrals- The damned thing is always red
The fact that his parents suffer each day they live, and that they shall never truly know who he is and what they mean to him.
Dolores Umbridge- a vile excuse for a professor in the least
The fact that Harry suffers worse than any other human being on a daily basis from stress, trauma, and the likes
When Seamus tends to set things on fire right next to him
Severus Snape- bloody git
More advanced Spells- nailing a patronus charm is like nailing jello to a tree- impossible
Strengths: Herbology, loyalty, his need to worry over others, his ability to defend others
Weaknesses: defending himself, courage, keeping Trevor in one spot for longer than a day, magic
Best Memory: The day he helped his friends bring light to Voldemort’s existence in the Ministry of Magic
Mirror of Erised: Neville's greatest desire is to have his parents back as they once were, and possibly have more memories to instill in his mind of them
Patronus: not an art he has yet mastered
Boggart: Severus Snape
Dementor: The visit to his parents in which they could not discern his memory and told him he was “nothing to their name, a castaway pretending to be a part of them”. That stung worse than any hex every could manage.
Veritaserum: The fact that he visits his parents on a weekly basis. Their demeanor causes him to keep secrets about just how he “lost” his family to the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange. Very few know the truth behind his past.
Personality: Ever met that poor puppy dog with one floppy ear whilst the other sticks straight in the air? Neville is the closest human form of such a being ever to be achieved. For a boy who has less confidence than a river stone, he shows an aptitude for instilling hope within his closest friends. To call him shy would be an understatement, for he rarely goes out of his way to embarrass himself further than he probably already has that day. However, mess with his friends and come across a much darker version of the sixth year Gryffindor. Neville is fiercely loyal to his comrades, somehow able to find courage to stand up to others on their behalf, a fact he finds difficult to do for his own self image. Voldemort's rule has darkened his humor slightly, especially since he is very aware that Bellatrix Lestrange has more freedom than ever to spread havoc in the lives of others. For the most part he is an overlooked asset in the lives of his friends, a notion that allows his enemies to ensnare his lacking social standards in their harsh and sometimes violent bullying.
Neville is a determined, hard working young man with manners that could outweigh that of a Prince, unfortunately his self loathing makes him vulnerable to the rudest of Slytherins to boot. Inner hatred riddles his daily routine, especially the days where his friends might find themselves too busy to ask for a boost of confidence from the young man. It is his friends that drive his confidence, a tactic he has not yet fully earned. He tends to stick to his own path, aware that his isolation makes him vulnerable to schoolyard bullies. There are certain strings one should not pluck in Neville’s spin; threatening his friends, insulting his family, or bullying someone of lesser fortune in front of him.
Any of the above circumstances trigger a far different Neville, at least in the ideal of confidence. Somehow he finds it within himself to step forwards, insert himself between said danger and the victim being tormented. He doesn’t worry about the injuries he might suffer by his confident interruption. That’s the loyalty right there, the one few know how to find within themselves. To Neville, it just comes naturally.
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the▪H I S T O R Y
[/color][/center]i'm a hufflepuff, we're true to the end.
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends
Father: Frank Longbottom- Pureblood- permanent inmate at the psychiatric wards of St. Mungos
Mother: Alice Longbottom- Pureblood- permanent inmate at the psychiatric wards of St. Mungos
Siblings: None
Others: Grandmother
Hometown: London, England
Current Residence: Lives with his grandmother
History: Neville did not exactly live within the limits of a normal childhood. Bellatrix Lestrange tortured his parents to insanity in order to find the whereabouts of the Potter family, thus leaving him to the care of his Grandmother. She raised him from an early age thanks to the unfortunate circumstances. For the longest time they considered Neville a Squib, unlikely to become a part of their pureblood ancestry and join his fellow classmates at Hogwarts. It wasn't until his Great Uncle threw him from a window that Neville finally showed magical potential after bouncing his way to safety. The aggressive nature of his grandmother brought in the significance of his shy nature, leading him to draw back from others for the most part rather than bubble into social gatherings.
Neville’s first year at Hogwarts was far different than his current social status. To put it nicely he was a loner, speaking only to a fair few Gryffindors who bothered to look his way. Far less athletic looking and far more pronounced right around the middle, Neville tended to be overlooked in most categories. His lack of accomplishments in school furthered this, riddled mainly by the unfortunate broomstick incident in which he broke his wrist falling fifty feet from an iron spear. It wasn’t until near the very end of term, when he learned of his friend’s intent to start trouble again was he noticed for something more than his appetite. Standing up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the common room that night prompted his courage, threatening to fight them if necessary. Of course he’d been left a frozen popsicle on the carpet, but it had been his efforts that pushed Gryffindor into the lead for the House Cup. It was his first glimpse of glory and success.
Second year proceeded much like the first, academic-wise. A new Professor had been appointed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and Neville, like most boys, despised his “charming” smile and expensive pastel-colored robes that seemed to enchant the female half of their class despite his steadily showing incompetence, incompetence that even Neville could detect.
The opening of the Chamber of Secrets upset him as much as it did his school-mates, if not more. Being a pure-blood, Neville shouldn’t have feared the fate promised to muggle-borns and half-bloods but the complete lack of confidence in his magical skills and the doubts his family had been entertaining led him to purchase items that would allegedly protect him even though logically he wasn’t likely to be attacked. Horror-struck when the bloody warning on the wall marked Ginny’s destiny, he was relieved and proud as Harry incredibly managed to save her and kill a Basilisk. A basilisk, for Merlin’s sake! The chubby boy uselessly wished he could be more like his friend (of course never wishing to be in any sort of dangerous predicament since he knew he wouldn’t survive and would likely bring down with him whoever happened to be there )and was honored, to say the least, to be held in regard by his famous dorm-mate.
Third year followed and with it, a new DADA Professor arrived at Hogwarts: Remus Lupin. For the first time EVER Neville, despite a tremulous start, managed to perform a spell properly and do well in a class other than Herbology. Rumors of his success at ridiculing an intimidating boggart which had taken the form of Severus Snape by picturing it with his Grandmother’s clothes traveled quickly, fueling the ire of the Potions Master who retaliated by humiliating the boy more harshly than usual, effectively giving the young Gryffindor more reason to be terrified of him. Of course, the Potions Professor wasn’t the only reason chills ran down Neville’s spine that year. Dementors glided just outside the stone walls of the school, making the boy’s hair stand on end. A known mass murderer was on the loose, a formidable servant of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had broken out of Azkaban to everyone’s shock and the ghastly creatures were floating above the grounds to protect the students. Despite their gloomy presence, Sirius Black managed to sneak into the school and to even enter the Gryffindor House... and Neville was to blame for the latter. Shame filled the boy when he realized that he had inadvertently given the criminal the password to the Gryffindor Tower; he had written it on a piece of paper since he couldn’t seem to remember it and promptly lost it... and for it, he lost his House many points, got detention and was forbidden to join all Hogsmeade trips. But that was nothing compared to the Howler he received the following day and to how he felt... he could have been indirectly responsible for someone’s death! He felt he deserved much worse than the punishments he had received and let guilt and shame eat at him. Why was it always him?
The Triwizard Tournament was the event that captured everyone’s attention during Neville’s fourth year, although a good portion of the boys’ attention was caught by the flowing skirts of the Beauxbatons ladies. Neville was not immune to their swaying, furious blush coloring his face and stammering and incoherent words leaving his mouth as all the sense in his head was lost. It was so embarrassing and wit-depriving that he made a point of avoiding looking their way to spare himself the distress. Falling down the stairs would be less likely if he kept his eyes glued to the steps and not to the French beauties ahead of him. Not every boy could afford to look their way and not make a fool of themselves.Yet another Professor took up what was now whispered to be a cursed post. Alastor Moody, a notorious Auror known as Mad-Eye, replaced - much to Neville’s regret - Lupin who had resigned shortly after his condition had been revealed. The spooky-looking man frightened Neville at first with his growling voice, distorted features and electric blue magical eye but by the end of the first lesson Neville was in such a shock he could barely think. The new Professor had demonstrated the Unforgivable Curses. The sight of the effects of the Cruciatus Curse on a spider unlocked something deep within Neville and pained him excruciatingly as he was reminded of what his parents had had to suffer. In spite of this terrifying first impression, the teacher managed to cheer up the Gryffindor over tea with praising words and gave him a book stating that he had heard from Professor Sprout how talented Neville was in Herbology, effectively manipulating him in advance so that he would later on advise Harry on using Gilly-weed during the second task. Neville followed the Tournament closely, cheering Harry on and watching the tasks unfold with fascination and dread for the Champion’s health. He would have fled the country if the goblet had spat out his name. Not that he would have ever submitted it in the first place, had he been of age. Along with the Tournament, another tradition was to be honored at Hogwarts: the Yule Ball. After asking Hermione, the only girl Neville could imagine talking to without embarrassing himself thoroughly, and being nicely turned down since she had already got a date, Neville turned to Ginny Weasley, Ron’s sister and a fierce Gryffindor who had supported him and befriended him just like her brother had, and who desperately wanted to attend the event. The two went to the ball together and Neville even danced—on Ginny’s toes.
Their previous year at Hogwarts had been a dramatic change in personality for young Neville Longbottom. The start of their educational debut had brought in the likes of Dolores Umbridge, a wretched looking witch with a fetish for kittens and pink things. Her worst obsession however had been dooming them to an inability to fight back against a force they claimed didn’t exist-Voldemort. Neville managed to find the likes of the Room of requirement, the perfect dwelling in which Harry Potter taught them the in’s and out’s of defending themselves, a place where Neville perfectly displayed a disarming spell after weeks of concentration. Their determination had unfortunately led to their capture, the tortures of their detention still scarred into his left hand. However it had been their escape to help Sirius that had defined Neville that year. The fact that he was one of six people to break the rules, finding himself at the sides of his best friends, defending them from realdanger. He’d witnessed courage, murder, betrayal, and fear all in one night, and yet, it had been the most exciting experience of his life. For the first time he’d been needed. For the first time, he’d been the hero as well.
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the▪P L A Y E R
[/color][/center]so who are we fighting for? gryffindor, givin' it all for the red and gold!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!
Name: Tally
Time Zone: GMT-5 Eastern (Canada)
RP Experience: longgggg freaking time- 8/9 now
How Did You Find Us?: Cuz im co-bossness oO Role Play Sample:
We've got something worth fighting for. The words still rang within his mind from their previous year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry. Whether the famous boy had realized the complexity that lay within such words at the time he spoke them was not something Neville cared to indulge in. Instead, it was the strength in one sentence that compelled the clumsy Gryffindor to prove himself to his friends. They did have something to fight for- each other. Though he didn't mention his parents’ demise to many, he kept them within the back of his mind at all times. He'd sworn vengeance the moment he'd seen that blasted black haired witch on plenty of WANTED posters. Bellatrix had taken everything from him, one of several reasons he forced himself through the darkest of moments.
The trauma of losing one you loved was a tedious task to carry their entire life, Neville knew that first hand. The memories that he did have of his parents were few and far between, not having been old enough to really understand where they had gone. Harry and himself could relate to such losses, watching those you loved suffer. The only difference was, Neville still watched the suffering of such past outrages, his parents not even knowing him by name. If he was lucky enough to come in on a good day, he would be pleasantly informed by a nurse that his mentally insane mother did not have intentions of attempting to turn him into a hippopotamus that day. It was not her fault, for not knowing who he was to her, or how much the two meant to him. Most would go insane from watching their family in such a state, it was not an easy burden to bear even under the best of circumstances. It was for their honour he fought, for they could not uphold it themselves.
However being one of the less popular recruits of Gryffindors line of famous witches and wizards did have its disadvantages. Today showed no difference to that fact, book bag hanging off his slouching shoulders, gaze downcast in hopes that the evils around him might find humour elsewhere that day. The hard cover of his herbology text book poked out from the top of his bookbag, peering into the abyss that some called society. Without warning he managed to bump shoulders with a Slytherin, nearly turning on his haunches by the force of the intrusion. Watch it Longbottom! The hissed words taunted his very core, his muscles tensing as he merely shrugged the insult from his bulk. The once desolate look of his features held a scowl, his blood rushing through his body, forcing himself to keep from starting something he might not easily find victory in. Neville wasn't exactly the most athletic of creatures at Hogwarts, and lately the Slytherins seemed to be muscling up. If he managed to come back to the Great Hall with another black eye he was sure Hermione might place him in a cage to keep from getting himself hurt once again. Her lectures were tiresome to hear day in and day out, whether or not he agreed with her thoughts. It was much easier for her to simply tell him to ward them off by defending himself, for she did not need to endure the likes of being used as Crabbe's punching bag. For a fat boy the git had quite a hefty right hook. Revisiting that situation was not within his current daily planner, at least not by his own actions.
Scurrying down a short set of stairs, a sudden explosion from nearby nearly had Neville stumbling from his feet in surprise. It took only seconds before the sudden stench of dungbombs captivated his nostrils, his hand quickly moving to cover his nose in disgust. Coughing in an attempt to rid the vile smell from his sinuses, he cursed beneath his breath slightly, eyes watering thanks to the green smokes trails. No doubt it was a Weasely Wizarding contraption, the red-head twins proving quite excellent within their new line of business. However Neville had become slightly disturbed by their slight obsession for vile smelling explosives. Whatever fetish they concerned themselves within was something best left for the two to keep to their own secrets for it was information he never wished to know. Rounding the corner to the Great Hall proved to be his greatest mistake that day, nearly colliding with the likes of Goyle in the process. Attempting to gather himself proved useless, for as Neville turned to reroute his path, two Slytherins stepped into view, blocking any escape he might have had moments before.
Where you going Longbottom? Again that blasted name! Teeth dug into his bottom lip in the moment to keep himself from digging a far greater hole than he was already within. Off to see mommy and daddy? If there was one thing that could create an anger even Harry Potter couldn't control within Neville it was the ill use of his parents in conversation. For probably the one of few times the Gryffindor successfully managed to physically portray just how forceful he could become in the right moment. Fingers clenched together to form a fist as he rocketed towards the nearest Slytherin, fully intent on knocking the other from their feet. It was one thing to insult Neville- insulting his family or friends however instilled a far greater hatred within the boy. Why don’t you pick on someone who can actually fight back. Coward . There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to feel a far greater pain than what he would inflict in return. Defending his parents was far worth the price he'd pay.
The trauma of losing one you loved was a tedious task to carry their entire life, Neville knew that first hand. The memories that he did have of his parents were few and far between, not having been old enough to really understand where they had gone. Harry and himself could relate to such losses, watching those you loved suffer. The only difference was, Neville still watched the suffering of such past outrages, his parents not even knowing him by name. If he was lucky enough to come in on a good day, he would be pleasantly informed by a nurse that his mentally insane mother did not have intentions of attempting to turn him into a hippopotamus that day. It was not her fault, for not knowing who he was to her, or how much the two meant to him. Most would go insane from watching their family in such a state, it was not an easy burden to bear even under the best of circumstances. It was for their honour he fought, for they could not uphold it themselves.
However being one of the less popular recruits of Gryffindors line of famous witches and wizards did have its disadvantages. Today showed no difference to that fact, book bag hanging off his slouching shoulders, gaze downcast in hopes that the evils around him might find humour elsewhere that day. The hard cover of his herbology text book poked out from the top of his bookbag, peering into the abyss that some called society. Without warning he managed to bump shoulders with a Slytherin, nearly turning on his haunches by the force of the intrusion. Watch it Longbottom! The hissed words taunted his very core, his muscles tensing as he merely shrugged the insult from his bulk. The once desolate look of his features held a scowl, his blood rushing through his body, forcing himself to keep from starting something he might not easily find victory in. Neville wasn't exactly the most athletic of creatures at Hogwarts, and lately the Slytherins seemed to be muscling up. If he managed to come back to the Great Hall with another black eye he was sure Hermione might place him in a cage to keep from getting himself hurt once again. Her lectures were tiresome to hear day in and day out, whether or not he agreed with her thoughts. It was much easier for her to simply tell him to ward them off by defending himself, for she did not need to endure the likes of being used as Crabbe's punching bag. For a fat boy the git had quite a hefty right hook. Revisiting that situation was not within his current daily planner, at least not by his own actions.
Scurrying down a short set of stairs, a sudden explosion from nearby nearly had Neville stumbling from his feet in surprise. It took only seconds before the sudden stench of dungbombs captivated his nostrils, his hand quickly moving to cover his nose in disgust. Coughing in an attempt to rid the vile smell from his sinuses, he cursed beneath his breath slightly, eyes watering thanks to the green smokes trails. No doubt it was a Weasely Wizarding contraption, the red-head twins proving quite excellent within their new line of business. However Neville had become slightly disturbed by their slight obsession for vile smelling explosives. Whatever fetish they concerned themselves within was something best left for the two to keep to their own secrets for it was information he never wished to know. Rounding the corner to the Great Hall proved to be his greatest mistake that day, nearly colliding with the likes of Goyle in the process. Attempting to gather himself proved useless, for as Neville turned to reroute his path, two Slytherins stepped into view, blocking any escape he might have had moments before.
Where you going Longbottom? Again that blasted name! Teeth dug into his bottom lip in the moment to keep himself from digging a far greater hole than he was already within. Off to see mommy and daddy? If there was one thing that could create an anger even Harry Potter couldn't control within Neville it was the ill use of his parents in conversation. For probably the one of few times the Gryffindor successfully managed to physically portray just how forceful he could become in the right moment. Fingers clenched together to form a fist as he rocketed towards the nearest Slytherin, fully intent on knocking the other from their feet. It was one thing to insult Neville- insulting his family or friends however instilled a far greater hatred within the boy. Why don’t you pick on someone who can actually fight back. Coward . There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to feel a far greater pain than what he would inflict in return. Defending his parents was far worth the price he'd pay.
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