Post by samuelcooper on May 6, 2012 17:49:55 GMT
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| [bg=252525] [/style] | [bg=252525][style=overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #909090; line-height: 100%; background: #252525; ] FULL NAME: samuel charles cooper GENDER: male DATE OF BIRTH: december 8th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogsmeade CURRENT OCCUPATION: shelf stacker at honeydukes HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: pure blood WAND: 11" aspen wood with a phoenix feather core PERSONALITY: i am stubborn, strong minded and strong willed. that is the first thing that you will learn about me. if i believe i am right, then i would argue to hell and back, sometimes even if evidence has been placed in front of me. i don't like it when people says "it is better than this" because that's all personal opinion. i'd rather they say that they think this thing is better than that. i hate it when something is definitive. i like the ability for things to change, like plans to adapt and get better at last minute. i am not the type of person to give in, though. if i want something, i will do my very damned best to get it, regardless of the cost, sometimes, and even after seemingly all exhaustible avenue's have been explored. i will still keep trying, because if i really want it badly then i will do everything in my power to get it. i don't like the rich kids getting everything they want hand delivered on a pillow when other people have to struggle to get the things they want badly, but hey, that's the hand that i was dealt and i live with it. i like magic, and couldn't live without it now. it makes everything so much more convenient and achievable. i love chocolate, which is fantastic, considering that i work as a cashier in honeydukes, though it is extremely tempted to eat it all myself, being surrounded by it day after day. i also get a small discount on the products there, which is awesome. i like girls, and plenty of them, though i struggle to commit thanks to the failure of my parents relationship to the point of my father's death. i don't like lying to my sister, but i have done it in the past to protect her. i love my sister most dearly and she means the absolute world to me, so should anyone hurt her, i might just kill them. i like other things too, like having fun, meeting new people, drinking, and the effect it has on my confidence. i like girls. did i mention that? yeah? sorry. i won't lie, i've ended up in beds that aren't mine during my partying nights. it's happened more than once and i often end up going home with a girl and sneaking off in the morning before things get awkward. i don't like people killing other people needlessly, animals dying for no reason, or the awkward after sex morning conversations involving "so did we?". they are never fun. i also hate hangovers, but i cope with them, as my great nights out are worth it. i'm scared of dying, doing something very bad, and karma catching up on me, or losing my mother or sister. BACKGROUND: i was born and raised on a terraced street in london. well, i wasn't actually born in the middle of the street, it was more like in a nearby hospital, but you understand what i mean. my parents had a house on a terraced street, and my mother still keeps the property today, as her home. my mother is asteria cooper (born asteria andrea steele), a witch who was sorted into gryffindor when she was at hogwarts. my father was charles samuel cooper (who was sorted into hufflepuff whilst he was at hogwarts). he was a bit like me, cocky and confident, and chased asteria, who was very pretty, all around the castle. not in a stalkerish way, it was like a game of cat and mouse, she liked charles, but didn't want to give in very easily, she wanted to make sure that charles really liked her. her assumption was that if he gave up easily, he wasn't worth it. he didn't. he kept on for a year, asking and begging her for a date, and on their last day at hogwarts, she finally agreed. and that was that, they were together a little over a year when she fell pregnant. they didn't know yet, and charles proposed. she agreed and found out after about the baby. everything seemed to fall into place. they started renting a house with the help of their parents, and moved in together. marriage followed, and then their first born child, a baby boy, samuel charles cooper. aka me. they adored me, spoiled me rotten, and loved me dearly. when i was two years old, they started to try for a child again, and a year later, my mother fell pregnant again. my dad was working at the ministry at the time to support the family, but with a young baby boy and another child on the way, mum didn't take a job, and stayed home as a housewife to mind the children, until we were old enough. they talked this over and worked out a way that it would work and everything was going great. soon after, my mother gave birth to a baby girl, ruth ---- cooper. at the time i was four years old, and was very watchful over my baby sister. i did notice a lapse in attention from me though, and was a little sad at this, but i diverted my time to being my new baby sister's shadow. i rarely let her out of my sight. after that, the fights started. with only one income, my dad was starting to feel pressured, and with an increasing need for children's clothes as i was growing fast, and ruth was pooping loads, 'cause she was a baby and that's all they do, he was getting very stressed. my mother couldn't work because they couldn't afford a baby sitter and the pressure started to get to the couple, and they argued more and more. i didn't like it and snuck ruth away to another room when they argued. she was two and i was like six, i was a smart little boy and didn't want her to hear them. i didn't want to hear the arguments either. then one day, i heard the door slam and my mother cry. she'd told him to leave. he didn't even fight to stay. i missed him dearly. my grandmother moved in to mind us as her husband had died a year ago, and my mother looked for work. she hated leaving us every day, but it had to be done. five years later, and i got my hogwarts letter. it was brilliant, i was getting away from home and going to meet new people. i couldn't wait. the sorting hat put me into gryffindor like my mother, and i knew that she was very proud of me. i missed ruth though, most dearly as we were very close. she was my pride and joy, and i had always looked out for her and been there for her. i knew gran would take good care of her though. hogwarts was great, i learned new things, excelled in care of magical creatures, charms and potions. i sucked at history of magic as it is all dates and i'm terrible at remembering it. not to mention it was a tad boring. defence against the dark arts was good too, i wasn't too bad at that. the years flew by, i had a few flings but no steady girlfriends really. i didn't want to end up arguing all the time like my parents, and i guess that's what i feel will happen if i ever have a relationship. it's made me a bit of a commitment-phobe, really. that was made worse when i went home for summer and took my spare key over to my dad's apartment. he'd turned into a bit of an alcoholic by then, after losing my mother. she'd met another man too, andrew something or other. i wasn't really too fond of him, that was why i'd opted to go vist dad for a week. that visit didn't really happen as i found him surrounded by empty bottles of obscure but probably cheap, alcohol. he'd drunk himself to death. literally. he was splayed out on the sofa with an empty bottle of tablets not too far away, and clutching another empty bottle. it is horrible, when someone chooses to die. it's like they chose to leave you, like you weren't good enough of a reason for you to stay alive. i suppose that the last straw was my mother's new boyfriend, as maybe he'd thought he had a chance of getting back with her until then. truthfully, i think he'd lost his chance around three years after he left. mom seemed to cheer up a little after that, like she was over him. it isn't nice watching one's parents destroy their relationship, and then finding one of those parents after they'd destroyed themselves. that image will haunt me forever, and i refuse to turn into him. that made me even more commitment-phobic. my mother commented on my relationship history by saying that when i find the one girl, none of this will matter. i'm not too sure about that. i can't say that finding him dead as a result of alcohol and pills has curbed my enthusiasm for the strong stuff. i don't over-do it, so to speak, and i am never stupid enough to mix pills with it. like, yeah, ok, i get to a point sometimes where i wake up with barely any memories, but i can't say that i end up paralytic in a corner with people pointing and laughing at me. i know this because i tend to wake up in the beds of random girls who i meet out. my job as a cashier at honeydukes funds such nights out, along with the rent for my apartment, bills and food. bills, rent and food always come first too, you know. so yeah, that's me, samuel charles cooper. if you want discount chocolate, drop me an owl. |
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