CORNER, michael david

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MICHAEL|DAVID|CORNER

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You always say you're right,
But I know sometimes that you surely must be wrong,
You're trying not to like it,
But I know that you'll enjoy it,
When you're gone.

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Michael David Corner
Nickname: No, just Michael.
Age/Birthday: January 12
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight.
Blood Status: Halfblood
Affiliation: Dumbledore's Army
Year/House: Sixth Year, Ravenclaw
Wand: 12 inches, chestnut wood, phoenix feather

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: Chocolate brown
Hair: Blackish-brown
Height: 5'11
Weight: 144
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Play-by: Skandar Keynes
Overall appearance: Many would say Michael is an attractive young man if only he smiled a bit more. He if often found with a serious expression on his face, seeing as he is strictly a serious kind of guy. He used to have longer hair to his chin, but decided it looked childish and he cut off the black locks. His eyes are certainly his most attractive feature, them being deep pools and certainly mysterious. While he isn't an unpleasant person, he has been told he often times looks mad. This is simply because he is often lost in thought and unaware of the emotions portrayed on his face.[/size]

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: Michael's greatest desire is to become the most famous Healer the wizarding world has ever come to see, and perhaps then write best-selling books like Gilderoy Lockhart, minus the lying and fruad. Mainly his deepest desire is to succeed.
Patronus: One of Michael's happiest memories, as pathetic as it may seem, was when he was with Ginny Weasley. Although he denies it to all who's around, he still has a crush on her and was secretly devastated when she dumped him. His patronus takes form of an octopus.
Boggart: His mum dying. She is all the family he has left since his dad died.
Dementor: The very worst memory Michael can remember is when his dad was at the hospital. They were spending a final evening together before his dad passed away after battling lung cancer for two long years.
Amortentia: Cigar smoke. Yeah, yeah it's unhealthy, but it brings back memories of his dad. He was constantly inhaling the smoke from the bittersweet smelling cigars, which is why he got lung cancer in the first place. Parchment paper. Michael, at the risk of sounding nerdy, likes the smell because it inspires him to write like the wind. He's an aspiring author. And lastly, the salty smell of the ocean. This is because his father used to take him on loads of fishing trips to the Atlantic Ocean.

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes:

• Reading! Er, it's a Ravenclaw thing...
  
• Watching Quidditch. Although he can't play it very well, doesn't mean he doesn't like watching a good game!
  
• Being the best! He's competitive, enough said.
  
• Ginny, but don't tell her!
  
• Potions. Not just Slytherins like Potions...
  
• Competition, but mainly only if he can win. If not, it's no fun...
  
• Learning new charms. It's his second favorite class.
  

Dislikes:

• Losing. Most people do, but he's a pretty sore loser.
  
• Dean Thomas.
  
• Idiots. Honestly, the world would be so much better without them.
  
• History of Magic, or then again, maybe just Binns. Michael is good at pretty much all subjects, but Binns even makes that class boring.
  
• Conceited people, although he sort of is himself.
  
• Cancer. He wants to find a cure for it! Even though it's a Muggle disease...
  
• The Dark Lord. Even though he doesn't get along with some of the Gryffindors, he still is on their side when it comes to the wizarding war.
  

Strengths:

• Intelligent, but hey, that's why he's in Ravenclaw.
  
• Persuasive. Probably comes from his dad seeing as he was a successful lawyer.
  
• Determined. Once he starts something, he won't stop. The guy is dead on determined.
  

Weaknesses

• Whiny. If he fails at something -- which is rare -- the poor people around him will have to suffer through his misery with him.
  
• Flying. That's why he's a fan of Quidditch and not a player.
  
• Divination. The one class he didn't get an O in, but that's probably because the professor is nuts!
  

Overall Personality: At first glance, some would suspect Michael is really stuck up and possibly even angry. This would be a false accusation because he is actually a pretty good kid. The only thing is he is way to serious for his own good and worries a little too much. After losing his dad, he had to step up in his place and take life more seriously than before. In a way, it helped him become a step ahead of his peers and at the same time, two steps back. He can be mature when it comes to important situations, but at little things he can turn into a childish seven-year-old.

He is rarely angry, more so moody. He doesn't like being beaten and will pout about it afterwards. Michael tends to never shows his feelings too, well besides being mopey. If he is angry, he hides it and takes revenge secretly. If he is heart broken, he jumps fast to another girl to look as if he moved on. Feelings should be kept secretive in his opinion. While he keeps his emotions in check, his attitude is out there for the world to see. Michael can be funny, but not goofy funny, more so sarcasm hilarious. His witty personality oftentimes comes up with some of the best sarcasm one would ever see. Basically, Michael is your average teenager. Moody, sarcastic, and a bit dramatic.

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family: David Corner, father, deceased; Mariah Corner, mother; no siblings
Pets: Barn owl named Cornwall, or Corn for short
Residence: In England, in a small, two bedroom house out on the countryside.
History: Michael was born to proud parents David and Mariah Corner on a cold January evening. Michael was their first and last child, and a brilliant one at that. David was especially proud to see his intelligent son thrive in Muggle schools, and he had high hopes for him to attend an Ivy League school. This was before his wife confessed of being a witch. Afterwards, David was still unfazed. His love for his wife and son were too great to be scared off by magical blood. David then planned a new life for his son, starting at Hogwarts and ending as a well off Healer at St. Mungo's. Unfortunately, David did not live to see that plan through. His many years of smoking finally caught up with him and he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Two years passed before it claimed his life.

Mariah and Michael were left devastated for the loss of a wonderful husband and a great father. Still, life went on and so they had to as well. Mariah continued her job as the Welcome Witch at St. Mungo's and Michael was to began his career at Hogwarts in just a year. Until that time, he stayed at home and no longer attended Muggle school. He insisted to his mother that he already was at least a year ahead of his classmates anyways, and didn't need this type of schooling. Without doubting her son, Mariah agreed to let him stop going to Muggle schools. During the long year of no school at all, Michael didn't waste a minute of it. He and his mother made frequent trips to Diagon Alley and there he would buy books to ready himself with knowledge of the wizarding world. He learned all about spells and curses, the horrible war that waged, and the famous Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.

Soon enough the long year of anticipation passed and Michael was finally old enough to began his years at Hogwarts. The trip to Hogwarts was exciting enough, but by the time Michael was sitting on the wooden stool with the old talking hat upon his head, he was just ecstatic. The hat took no bit of hesitation before cheering the word, "Ravenclaw!" It was what he expected seeing as his mother was in Ravenclaw too when she was just a young girl. He hopped off the stool and joined the other Ravenclaws. Quickly, he befriended a few others such as Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot. His lack of Quidditch abilities did keep him off of the pitch, but not away from the stands. But besides his remarkable grades, Michael Corner was simply just an average Hogwarts students.

Michael, though not opposed to speaking to other houses, mainly talked amongst Ravenclaws simply because he had the most in common with them. It wasn't until his fourth year that he really befriended a Gryffindor, Ginny Weasley. It was during the Yule Ball that they first really met. She was getting her toes stepped on by that pudgy, shockingly Gryffindor boy. Michael thinking he'd be some help by cutting in, that and he just thought she was cute, asked her for a dance. It was there that he fell for her. Though it wasn't until the end of July that summer did they actually begin to date. In his fifth year, he joined Dumbledore's army with a few of his housemates and Ginny. Despite what some people would have thought, he was a big fan of Dumbledore's Army and supported it greatly. Meanwhile, things were going good with Ginny and Michael until he whined a bit too much about Quidditch. Ginny then dumped him, leaving poor Michael with a broken heart.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Name/Alias: Beth
Age: Sixteen
Roleplay Experience: Three, four years
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Roleplay Sample:

Jared run a hand through his freshly cut hair. He’d been keeping it short, as it was easier when running as a wolf. Hair could get in the way, so when it was shorter, you were less likely to get distracted by hair obscuring your vision. He’d had a crappy day at school. And he meant crappy! It was like hours upon hours of droning teachers, just talking about, well, Jared didn’t know because he wasn’t paying attention. But whatever they had been talking about couldn’t have been that interesting, because if it was he would have paid more attention! His stomach let out another low growl, confirming his thoughts that he was hungry. He jumped up from the sandy shore of First Beach, and headed all the way to La Push’s General store. Okay, so he was hungry most of the time, but being a wolf did take a lot of energy out of you! It was crazy to think how much food he could eat! He was willing to bet that he could have eaten a horse if he tried! Not that he would try, as he wasn’t into eating horses. He liked turkey. Maybe he’d pick up a turkey sub sandwich from the freezers at the store! His stomach agreed with this idea, and he decided that a turkey sub without a bag of chips was like a wolf without the teeth. Just plain wrong! So a sub and a packet of chips was going to be his food for the hour.

And it probably would be for the hour too, as he’d end up eating something else soon too. It was the wolf digestive system, it got down food crazy fast! Jared pushed the door to the shop open, and a small tinkle announced his arrival in the store. He walked immediately to the fridge section, where they kept all the rolls and stuff, so they were nice and cold for when someone wanted to eat them. His hands skimmed the packets, trying to find the turkey sub. He could only find ham, and he didn’t want ham! His hands moved further back, and found one last sub at the back of the fridge, with the label bearing the name that he’d been looking for. He checked the date, and made sure it was fine to eat, then grinned like a Cheshire cat when he was assured by the snazzy looking label that the food had to be eaten by tomorrow, not that day! So he carried the turkey sub with as much care as one would carry a glass ornament, and headed to the chips section, where he tried to decide what flavour to get. He could get plain, but salt and vinegar sounded just as appetizing! He couldn’t decide, so he stood their, weighing his options, with a frown, and a concentrated look on his face.

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