Post by Laurence Ashbury on Jan 3, 2017 10:56:41 GMT -5
LAURENCE 'LAURIE' ASHBURY
BASIC INFORMATION
[ FULL NAME ] Laurence 'Laurie' Ashbury
[ FACECLAIM ] Cole Mohr
[ DATE OF BIRTH ] May 11th
[ AGE ] 16
[ GENDER ] Guy
[ SEXUALITY ] Homosexual
[ BLOOD STATUS ] Halfblood (in theory)
[ HOUSE ] Vulpecula
[ OCCUPATION ] Student
[ WAND ] [ include wand wood, core, flexibility and what it is mostly good for ]
[ BOGGART ] [ what are your terrified of? ]
[ AMORTENTIA ] [ what does your love potion smell like? ]
[ FACECLAIM ] Cole Mohr
[ DATE OF BIRTH ] May 11th
[ AGE ] 16
[ GENDER ] Guy
[ SEXUALITY ] Homosexual
[ BLOOD STATUS ] Halfblood (in theory)
[ HOUSE ] Vulpecula
[ OCCUPATION ] Student
[ WAND ] [ include wand wood, core, flexibility and what it is mostly good for ]
[ BOGGART ] [ what are your terrified of? ]
[ AMORTENTIA ] [ what does your love potion smell like? ]
WHO ARE YOU?
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
[ LIKES ] Vegetarian foods, Manga, Psychological movies
[ DISLIKES ] Players, Sour things, Gore
[ STRENGTHS ] Open, Straightforward, Understanding
[ WEAKNESSES ] Transfiguration, Fish sticks, Cake.
[ PET PEEVES ] Uppity people, Algebra
[ HOBBIES ] Skating, Contrpation making.
[ LIKES ] Vegetarian foods, Manga, Psychological movies
[ DISLIKES ] Players, Sour things, Gore
[ STRENGTHS ] Open, Straightforward, Understanding
[ WEAKNESSES ] Transfiguration, Fish sticks, Cake.
[ PET PEEVES ] Uppity people, Algebra
[ HOBBIES ] Skating, Contrpation making.
THE FAMILY TREE
[ MOTHER ] Unknown - Ashbury Magickal Childrens Orphanage
[ FATHER ] Unknown - Ashbury Magickal Childrens Orphanage
[ FATHER ] Unknown - Ashbury Magickal Childrens Orphanage
WAY BACK WHEN...
[ HISTORY ]
Guess this is where I tell you about me, huh. Well if you couldn't tell already by my lack of parents, I'm an orphan. Grew up from a tiny little tot to now at Ashbury Magickal Childrens Orphanage, hence the last name. When I was dumped off on their doorstep, all the, my parents that is, left me with was a note. "His name is Laurence. I'm so sorry"
Pretty fucked up, right? I'll admit, I was in a twist about it for awhile. Who just leaves their kid on the doorstep of some orphanage and disappears? At least they left me at a decent one, so theres that. But unfortunately, didn't seem like a whole lot of people want to go adopting random kids. Once I hit my teens, the people at the Orphanage ended up making my last name the same as the Orphanage so I could go to school. Took me awhile to come to terms with it. It just felt like everytime I wrote it down, it was some...cosmic affirmation that I was unwanted, you know?
But I got over it. Realized that, yeah, I was unwanted, but atleast there were some people that cared about me, and it was enough. Anytime people ask about my parents though, I never know what to say. Cause just coming right out and going "Oh, I don't have those. I live at the orphanage." winds up being a pity party or a laughingstock. Thats when I learned to be vague about it. "I'd rather not talk about my family. I don't like personal talks." and things like that.
But enough about that, I don't like dwelling on stuff I can't do anything about. Futility isn't my style.
After hitting 14, my grades were good enough to be accepted to Beauregard. I found out from the ladies at the orphanage, and honestly, I didn't know why they told me at first. It's not like I had any money to actually go. But to my surprise, they had all worked together to save up enough for me to go. Atleast for the first year. So off I went, and when term let out, I found some odd jobs, saved every sickle, and had enough to come this year.
So thats the story of me. Not great, not horrible. Guess I broke even.
Pretty fucked up, right? I'll admit, I was in a twist about it for awhile. Who just leaves their kid on the doorstep of some orphanage and disappears? At least they left me at a decent one, so theres that. But unfortunately, didn't seem like a whole lot of people want to go adopting random kids. Once I hit my teens, the people at the Orphanage ended up making my last name the same as the Orphanage so I could go to school. Took me awhile to come to terms with it. It just felt like everytime I wrote it down, it was some...cosmic affirmation that I was unwanted, you know?
But I got over it. Realized that, yeah, I was unwanted, but atleast there were some people that cared about me, and it was enough. Anytime people ask about my parents though, I never know what to say. Cause just coming right out and going "Oh, I don't have those. I live at the orphanage." winds up being a pity party or a laughingstock. Thats when I learned to be vague about it. "I'd rather not talk about my family. I don't like personal talks." and things like that.
But enough about that, I don't like dwelling on stuff I can't do anything about. Futility isn't my style.
After hitting 14, my grades were good enough to be accepted to Beauregard. I found out from the ladies at the orphanage, and honestly, I didn't know why they told me at first. It's not like I had any money to actually go. But to my surprise, they had all worked together to save up enough for me to go. Atleast for the first year. So off I went, and when term let out, I found some odd jobs, saved every sickle, and had enough to come this year.
So thats the story of me. Not great, not horrible. Guess I broke even.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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