Post by Peter Traumen on Jan 10, 2008 0:24:40 GMT
Traumen, Peter
Name:Peter Altair Traumen
aka Peter/ Piet.
Age:17
Year:7th (I could do 6th too...don't really care).
Personality:Calm, compassionate, intellectual, quiet, friendly, worldly. Very much defined by his spiritual devotion to Buddhism.
History:
Born June 28, 1990 in a Buddhist shrine along the Silk Road in China, Peter seemed born to be the soft spoken, zen person he was becomming. His parents, travelers and humanitarians lived in Colorado, where he was raised and schooled in Muggle education until halfway through his high school career, when his mother became aware of her own magical prowess. Soon she retired from teaching at the school Peter attended (and the one his father had once taught at as well) and began studying magic.
Homeschooled for years and well versed in numerous muggle studies, Peter is eager to attend a magical school for his final (or next to final) year.
His uncle and brother figure, Gideon Christopher, is applying to teach at the wizarding school that Johnathan Traumen proudly announced his son would be attending.
Peter devotedly follows the path of Theravadan Buddhism, like the rest of his family, and like his uncle, hopes to one day become a teacher.
Roleplay Sample:
So...this wasn't getting tremendously embarrassing or anything.
Having convinced himself that time was a meaningless illusion, Peter had unplugged all time telling devices in his house, which proved unwise because apparently microwaves fail to function properly unless plugged in, thus did his breakfast fail to cook while he was showering. The same went for his coffee machine, thus was Peter left without his morning pick-me-up. By the time he'd made it to the bus stop he'd learned from a laid back, scraggy man on a bench that the bus had left a half hour ago, thus the resulting dilemma from not having a functioning alarm clock to set. And so was Peter forced to walk six miles into London. Thus did he arrive a famished, parched, sweaty, and rather bumbling looking young man. Such was his embarrassment upon merely reaching Diagon Alley. Next was the manner of being a seventh year without the slightest idea of how to get in. A snickering boy in black and green robes approached the brick wall that was refusing to let Peter pass, and proving itself a daunting perplexity.
"I saw you on the way here, Geppy. What year are you?" His tone was condescending, patronizing, and Peter disliked it intensely. The matching boy and girl next to him smirked.
"Seventh." He was never one for many words.
"Why'd yah call 'em Geppy?" The girl asked their presumed leader.
"Cause he was hobblin' the last mile here!" He turned back to Peter. "Hobblin'! Even Muggles use cars! What's a matter? Miss the bus? Don't have a broom? Can't use the Floo? Don't have an apparation license?"
The only reason Peter had any clue as to the meanings of any of the methods of transportation the green robbed boy had mentioned was thanks to his irrational decision to cram as much information about the wizarding world as he could before joining it.
"Well, see, I don't follow time, so I missed the bus. I can't afford a car because I used all my savings to fly out to England and rent an apartment; I don't really think I'll need one around here anyways though. You are absolutely right; I've no clue how to use the Floo network, and certainly wouldn't be proficient with apparation. As far as brooms go, I don't have one, but I really doubt swishing about in the skies in broad daylight is a very bright idea." His taunter blinked at him. "So I walked." In all honesty, regarding the squirt's teasing him, he really didn't care. He was an incredibly laid back, calm, and in many ways, compassionate person. In fact, the whole situation may have been amusing if he weren't so thirsty and drained.
""Oh a smart one huh? Well if you're so wise, Mr. Smart Geppy, why don't you open this magic door? Huh?"
"Why?" Peter questioned, hoping this would end soon so he could get inside before he died, "Because I have no idea how. Maybe you could help me out."
"Me? Help you? Are you even a wizard?" This was about the point when two adult wizards, one in rather eccentric purple robes, the other very large and very hairy approached, tapped the wall with a wand, and entered the alley. Peter stared blankly at the kids beside him who he would later discover were Slytherins, and turned his back, entering and scanning for a place to eat.
"HEY. You never answered my question. Geppy!" Peter sighed and turned.
"Apparently I am supposed to be. Now," He reached into his pocket to pull out his list and inquire where the bank was -Gringotts he was pretty sure it was called- when he realized he had managed to leave his supply list in a magic box his uncle had given him. The box would store whatever you needed it to, regardless of size, and would remind you of whatever it was you'd stored inside with music and flashy lights, eliminating all fear of forgetting everything, from homework projects to shopping lists...all you had to do was set the alarm.
He sighed even deeper. This was getting ridiculous.
Questions[/u]
If you were being attacked, what would you do?
It very much depends on the situation. If others I felt responsible for, or cared deeply for were in danger, I would fight with all I had, avoiding permanent damage wherever possible.
If you saw your friend being hurt, what would you do?
By any means necessary, end their hurting. I prefer peaceful means but realize that sometimes negotiations aren't possible.
What is your favorite color?
Blue/ Green. We'll go with teal. I am incredibly fond of the goldenrod yellow color.
What are your two favourite Hogwarts houses?
Ravenclaw and...Well, the others are depending on an individual basis. I judge people as individuals rather than grouping them. I am able to have an amiable acquaintance or two in every house.
For the record, there are some very narcisstic Ravenclaws, who disgust me.
What is your favorite food?
I like food. In terms of types of food my favourite would probably be Italian or the more American version of Mexican. Mostly desserts though...like pies, or cheesecakes. Baked goods that only a Grandma can truly master.
Answer to Question in Rules:
Cats. I also very much associate with wolves. Pandas should be worshipped.
Name:Peter Altair Traumen
aka Peter/ Piet.
Age:17
Year:7th (I could do 6th too...don't really care).
Personality:Calm, compassionate, intellectual, quiet, friendly, worldly. Very much defined by his spiritual devotion to Buddhism.
History:
Born June 28, 1990 in a Buddhist shrine along the Silk Road in China, Peter seemed born to be the soft spoken, zen person he was becomming. His parents, travelers and humanitarians lived in Colorado, where he was raised and schooled in Muggle education until halfway through his high school career, when his mother became aware of her own magical prowess. Soon she retired from teaching at the school Peter attended (and the one his father had once taught at as well) and began studying magic.
Homeschooled for years and well versed in numerous muggle studies, Peter is eager to attend a magical school for his final (or next to final) year.
His uncle and brother figure, Gideon Christopher, is applying to teach at the wizarding school that Johnathan Traumen proudly announced his son would be attending.
Peter devotedly follows the path of Theravadan Buddhism, like the rest of his family, and like his uncle, hopes to one day become a teacher.
Roleplay Sample:
So...this wasn't getting tremendously embarrassing or anything.
Having convinced himself that time was a meaningless illusion, Peter had unplugged all time telling devices in his house, which proved unwise because apparently microwaves fail to function properly unless plugged in, thus did his breakfast fail to cook while he was showering. The same went for his coffee machine, thus was Peter left without his morning pick-me-up. By the time he'd made it to the bus stop he'd learned from a laid back, scraggy man on a bench that the bus had left a half hour ago, thus the resulting dilemma from not having a functioning alarm clock to set. And so was Peter forced to walk six miles into London. Thus did he arrive a famished, parched, sweaty, and rather bumbling looking young man. Such was his embarrassment upon merely reaching Diagon Alley. Next was the manner of being a seventh year without the slightest idea of how to get in. A snickering boy in black and green robes approached the brick wall that was refusing to let Peter pass, and proving itself a daunting perplexity.
"I saw you on the way here, Geppy. What year are you?" His tone was condescending, patronizing, and Peter disliked it intensely. The matching boy and girl next to him smirked.
"Seventh." He was never one for many words.
"Why'd yah call 'em Geppy?" The girl asked their presumed leader.
"Cause he was hobblin' the last mile here!" He turned back to Peter. "Hobblin'! Even Muggles use cars! What's a matter? Miss the bus? Don't have a broom? Can't use the Floo? Don't have an apparation license?"
The only reason Peter had any clue as to the meanings of any of the methods of transportation the green robbed boy had mentioned was thanks to his irrational decision to cram as much information about the wizarding world as he could before joining it.
"Well, see, I don't follow time, so I missed the bus. I can't afford a car because I used all my savings to fly out to England and rent an apartment; I don't really think I'll need one around here anyways though. You are absolutely right; I've no clue how to use the Floo network, and certainly wouldn't be proficient with apparation. As far as brooms go, I don't have one, but I really doubt swishing about in the skies in broad daylight is a very bright idea." His taunter blinked at him. "So I walked." In all honesty, regarding the squirt's teasing him, he really didn't care. He was an incredibly laid back, calm, and in many ways, compassionate person. In fact, the whole situation may have been amusing if he weren't so thirsty and drained.
""Oh a smart one huh? Well if you're so wise, Mr. Smart Geppy, why don't you open this magic door? Huh?"
"Why?" Peter questioned, hoping this would end soon so he could get inside before he died, "Because I have no idea how. Maybe you could help me out."
"Me? Help you? Are you even a wizard?" This was about the point when two adult wizards, one in rather eccentric purple robes, the other very large and very hairy approached, tapped the wall with a wand, and entered the alley. Peter stared blankly at the kids beside him who he would later discover were Slytherins, and turned his back, entering and scanning for a place to eat.
"HEY. You never answered my question. Geppy!" Peter sighed and turned.
"Apparently I am supposed to be. Now," He reached into his pocket to pull out his list and inquire where the bank was -Gringotts he was pretty sure it was called- when he realized he had managed to leave his supply list in a magic box his uncle had given him. The box would store whatever you needed it to, regardless of size, and would remind you of whatever it was you'd stored inside with music and flashy lights, eliminating all fear of forgetting everything, from homework projects to shopping lists...all you had to do was set the alarm.
He sighed even deeper. This was getting ridiculous.
Questions[/u]
If you were being attacked, what would you do?
It very much depends on the situation. If others I felt responsible for, or cared deeply for were in danger, I would fight with all I had, avoiding permanent damage wherever possible.
If you saw your friend being hurt, what would you do?
By any means necessary, end their hurting. I prefer peaceful means but realize that sometimes negotiations aren't possible.
What is your favorite color?
Blue/ Green. We'll go with teal. I am incredibly fond of the goldenrod yellow color.
What are your two favourite Hogwarts houses?
Ravenclaw and...Well, the others are depending on an individual basis. I judge people as individuals rather than grouping them. I am able to have an amiable acquaintance or two in every house.
For the record, there are some very narcisstic Ravenclaws, who disgust me.
What is your favorite food?
I like food. In terms of types of food my favourite would probably be Italian or the more American version of Mexican. Mostly desserts though...like pies, or cheesecakes. Baked goods that only a Grandma can truly master.
Answer to Question in Rules:
Cats. I also very much associate with wolves. Pandas should be worshipped.
