WARRINGTON, CASPER FERDINAND

CASPER FERDINAND WARRINGTON.

There exists a melody that
Just might change your mind
Oh! If only I knew the key to
Sing to make you mine
Then I saw it on your keyboard
You saw it on my sleeve
I never knew a heart existed
Outside of make believe
Then I saw it on your keyboard
I knew at least that I might have a chance
To catch a shooting star

i finally found a jungle i like.
call belated, then leave a message

name mel
age 14
contacts melaniehanson@hotmail.com
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full name Casper Ferdinand Warrington
meaning
Casper - another form of Jasper, meaning gemstone
Ferdinand - daring, brave
Warrington - surname
birthday May 11
age 16
year 6
house Gryffindor!

cry as if to say you're sorry.
sight a life then hate your own

hair

"My...hair? Well, it's boy hair I guess. The length tends to range from very long and shaggy, to short and spiky. Right now, it's long, but still stands straight up. It's pretty unique, now that I think about it. My mom and dad had black hair, whilst I have this bronze color. It glints gold in the sunlight. It's awesome. Anyway, the look seems to be permanently windswept looking, seeing as I never brush it. I'm always running my fingers through it, so it is permanently messy. I have to say, I look quite young and boyish, but I like it. It's also very soft, if you can imagine. I take pride in the way I present myself, and tend to use alot of conditioner. I never style it, but when going to a ball or a special occasion I do comb it over. I look like a total dweeb, but mother says it looks nice and should wear it like that more often. Like I said, my hair tends to be a bronze in the sunlight but when it doesn't get that much sun it goes a dull grey. Anyway, I do like my hair. It's very different from the rest of my family, and I must say, it makes me look quite dashing."

eyes

"Eyes. Ok. Eyes. My eyes are a blue grey. More specifically, they are a pale blue with a grey 'sheen' over them, a very steel blue look to them. Light blue flecks can be spotted all the way through and tend to sparkle in the moonlight. The shape is a narrow, and has a half closed look. I say it makes me look wise. Dad has blue eyes and Mom has the more grey, so I suppose I have a combination of the two. Sister has green eyes I think, so I don't know where she gets those from. My hair tends to make my eyes stand out in great contrast, and personally, I think it looks cool. Green eyes are still my favorite though. Anyway, the aspect of eyes is fascination, and I do think my eyes suit my personality. They have a very wise, older and respectable look to them. Call me vain, but I love my eyes too."

facial features

"I have a pretty broad jaw line and brow line...I think it makes me look quite handsome."

anything special

"I have a burnmark on my lower back."

clothing

"Well, I'm pretty lucky that I can were whatever I want with my slimming figure. I don't enjoy wearing clothes with brandnames plastered across them. I think it is narcissictic. I'm pretty casual when it comes to dress sense. I wear alot of plain t-shirts and cardigans, but they are high qualitity. Mom loves brand name, and if she's going to by me clothes I only let her buy me the ones with the a little emblem stitch. I don't like dressing up to much, and I'm always wearing blue jeans. I love funny t-shirts, but I am a little to scared to wear them just incase some one might be offended. I do try to look good with what I wear. My favorite thing to wear is my grey bomber jacket. It's kind of my trademark. Pretty much everytime we go to Hogsmede for something, I always were that jacket. My favorite shoes are converse. You can were them anywere.

build

Ok, I'm freakishly tall, and I am the first to admit it. I'm approximatley six feet tall, and weigh about 160 pounds. My clothing style tends to make me look lankier than I really am, but I'm actually muscular. I don't have one of those weird mega-body builder bodies, but I do have nicley shaped arms. I have a v shape figure if you must, very broad shoulders with everything else being very slim and slender. I'll be the first to tell you that I do indeed have some abdominal muscles. As for facial features, I have a very broad brow and jaw line, which I think makes me look older, and sometimes more stern."

overall appearance -skip-

try to think of what to mention.
leave the television on

redeeming qualities

`Kind
`Brave
`Happy-go-luck
`Understanding

faults

`Explosive anger
`Stubborn
`Opinion
`Quidditch (He gets VERY into it)

strengths

`Intelligence
`Beauty
`Rationality
`Compassion
`Carefree

weaknesses

`Explosive anger
`Mood Swings
`Snappyness
`Over protective
`A little too loyal

likes

` the moon
` the stars
` snow
` winter
` swimming
` nature
` dogs
` animals
` quidditch
` music
` rain
` comedy routines
` green eyes
` relaxing
` classic novels
` rock music
` art
` cool hats

dislikes

` cats
` big sunglasses
` birds
` country music
` rap music
` spells gone wrong
` having to keep secrets
` the beach
` hot weather
` humidity
` people being upset with him
` being lonley
` silent treatment
` people fearing him
` quick assumptions

hobbies

`Watching Quidditch
`Swimming
`Going to the movies

life goals

`To work in the Department of Mysteries, or become an Auror
`Land a longterm girlfriend
`Play Qudditch successfully for a while

life regrets

`Not revealing his true feelings
`Not trying as hard as he should on certain aspects of school

overall personality

“Ok. Well, I’m a pretty nice guy. I’m not gonna lie though, I do have flaws. I get along with everyone around me though, and do have a vast majority of friends. I have a pretty flexible personality, so I have acquaintances from every group. I am a very loyal person though, so have my tight-knit group of friends. When I say I’m loyal, I do mean it. I have to say I’m quite fierce when it comes to my friends. They are some of the most important and influential people in my life. When I promise to keep a secret, I give them my word. I won’t leave my friends in the dust when someone bigger and better comes along. Besides being loyal, I am also protective of my friends. My friends don’t just get a standby. When I hear that one of my friends is being yelled at, beaten up or picked on, I definitely go into this ‘mode’. Calmly confronting the person is usually my way, but I will get physical if I have to. No one will get away with hurting my friends. When I’m around my friends, I feel completely comfortable. I love to make jokes and puns and fooling around is what I do best. I love to play practical jokes, but everyone knows I’m the one planting them, so there not as fun as they used to be. But that look on there face! Man, I love it.  When it comes to my views on certain things, I get a little hot headed when defending them. Most people now don’t want to listen to your opinion, but try to bombard you with there’s and change yours. I HATE that. I want to be able to voice my opinion and have a clam discussion. Being a Taurus, I can get a little heated and upset when having a debate, and try to stay away from them. Some views of mine are the uselessness of Religion that often gets me in trouble. All it has done in the past is start vicious battles and created the images and aspirations of people wanting to be god.  Yeah, we try to stay away from the subject of Religion.

Well, I’m pretty much a Taurus through and through. I’m very determined and hard-working in everything I do. When I get a school assignment, whether it is important or not I try my best. I’ve always found that in school, I’ve responded very well to learning. School was always interesting for me, and I applied myself very well. School became even more interesting when I got my Hogwarts letter. My hard work has definitely paid off, and I’ll tell you that I do get very good grades in school. Maybe that is just the Taurus side of me. Besides my yearning to learn, I can often be found kicking back, observing and analyzing. I take in everything I see, and I learn from it, and I do think that this quality about me has made me a very wise young man. The downside of being a Taurus is that I am quite stubborn. When I don’t get my way (on certain things) I’ll fight as much as possible to try and get it. It’s not something that I can really control either. This fierce will to fight just takes over. Alright, so you’ve heard that I’m pretty nice, friendly, funny and loyal and whatnot. Sometimes, I tend to become this solemn and morose boy. Everyone notices it. It’s very hard to hide, and I don't really know why. Like I said, I’m pretty morose and silent, and after a while, people tend to poke, prod, pry, and ask too many questions. That’s when I tend to snap. With some, it’s a quick, crude comment. With others it can be a screaming match.

When it comes to girls, I…I become silly putty in there hands. When the right girl comes along I just melt. I begin to stutter, my palms sweat and I usually say stupid stuff. I try to keep my cool, crack and few jokes and stuff, but I always end up saying something really ridiculous and stupid. Girls can usually see that I like them. I think Isabella knew that I liked her right away. I mean, how obvious could it be? Anyway, after getting past the nervous stage, I will admit that I’m pretty romantic. I know what girls like, don’t ask me how, I just do. Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. After watching plenty of chick-flicks with my sister, and some gradual information from her, she’s told me that everything that guys do in the chick-flicks, they love. So I have to admit that I’ve used plenty of material from movies on girls. When it comes to having a girlfriend, I tend to spend the majority of my time with them, if they aren’t already in my friends group. Sadly, I will often alienate myself from my friends, and spend most time with whoever my girlfriend is. Now, I haven’t had too many girlfriends. It isn’t my style to run around trying to get with every girl at school, but I’ve had a fair few. The girls that I’ve had relationships with will always hold a small piece of my heart. I mean, they were my girlfriend.  When it comes to having a girlfriend, I don’t think I would ever lost interest, or think about cheating. The thought never crosses my mind. I know that when the right girl comes along, I know I'll want to be with them forever.

So obviously, I’m loyal and protective over my friends and my girlfriend, but nothing tops the love for my family. My older brother and little sister mean the world to me. Naturally, they annoy me here and there, but I think we have a pretty good relationship. I love them so much, and Julia knows that they can come to me for help with anything. The same goes for my mom and dad. They are the best parents, and I have the utmost respect for them, and that goes with most adults. I don’t see how kids can disrespect adults so much now a days. My parents always taught me to be kind and courteous to adults and pretty much everyone. I know that my parents would help me, and try to help get me through anything.  I’m a naturally adventurous person, and don’t mind being in solitude but knowing that I would never have friends again? That terrifies me. The biggest thing that really bothers me is how some people treat eachother I don’t get angry to often, but when I do, I’d watch out. I’m not an expert fighter or anything, but I can sure throw a punch. I don’t look that fit, but I think if people saw me fight, they wouldn’t tease me. Being a Gryffindor through and through, I know the qualities it takes to be in that house. Courage, Chilvary and Dargin. I definitely know that I have those qualities. I know that I look good, and I will admit that I am vain. Not to an extent, like that I sit and stare at myself in a mirror, but I do know that I’m good looking. I keep myself well groomed and I do love taking photos and being in pictures. What can I say? So…that’s me!

this is not a dress rehearsal.
keep your spirit clean

dementor

"crackcrackcrack
"Dad, what was that?" Caleb Warrington looked at his son, knowing the time of the city was up. "Nothing, Casper." he replied sternly, continuing to look out the greyscale city, Elizabeth Warrington looking at her sons and daughter. A scream filled the city, seeming to last forever in Casper's ears. "Daddy, whats wrong with that lady?" he asked his Father, looking up at him with his cool grey eyes. "Nothing son." he said firmly, nodding, giving his approval to his wife."

boggart

When Casper faces an old wardrobe, or any old piece or furniture, a man who Casper has never faced steps out of the wardrobe. He's holding a muggle gun, and loud crackcrackcrack rings through the air.

patronus

Coyote - Prankster, insight, playful. The coyote symbolizes duality and the ability to present both sides of
an issue. Clowning and humor, perhaps sarcastic.

""Casper?"
"What?"
"You made beater!"
"WHAT?!"
"Dude, you made Gryffindor beater!"
Casper went running out of the great hall, yelling as he sped into the Gryffindor common room telling everyone.

erised When Casper looks into the mirror of erised, he sees a woman standing next to him, with a dog and a little boy with a big house in the background, he's in quidditch gear and a department of mysteries badge is pinned to his chest.

who will harbor your misfortune.
with your ash-filled eyes

family

caleb warrington and elizabeth stretton
& & gaspard warrington vii
& & casper warrington vi
& & julia warrington v

brief life history
I'm gonna do this history a bit differently, more of a couple little 'roleplay' posts.

"Elizabeth!" Caleb Warrington shouted over the massive crowd, trotting over to the young Ravenclaw girl. With his gold and scarlet tie was tied around his head, Caleb grinned at the Ravenclaw, her uniform still tidied up, her navy and silver tie still sinched at it's proper posistion. Elizabeth Stretton was Caleb Warrington's girlfriend, and had been his gilfriend for three years, and he couldn't believe what he was about to ask her. Marriage. Yes, he was about to ask Liz to be his wife. "Elizabeth." he smiled, so many other year sevens rushing about, gathering there things and putting there things on the train. Elizabeth whirled around to face Caleb, who was quite taller than herself. "Yes Caleb?" she said, ecstatic. "I wanna marry you, Liz." he smiled, as Elizabeth leapt up into his arms, kissing him. Caleb wrapped his arms around the girl, twirling her around. "Yes Caleb!" she said, giggling and smiling. Caleb knew this day would come. It always would. Caleb sit her down and smiled. "Write me owls ok?" he said grabbing his things. "But Caleb," she reasoned "You live in the city. I can't send owls it'll look weird." Caleb grinned. Liz was so smart. "Then call me. Use the muggle phone. You have one." Caleb lived in the muggle city of London, so he was used to having live in there culture. Elizabeth nodded as he leapt onto the train and ran to his seat, bursting to tell his friends about what had happened.

A FEW YEARS LATER
The doors at St. Mungos hospital swung open, Elizabeth screaming. Her belly was swelled up, and an aged Caleb running at the side of the stretcher as witch nurses and doctors ran to her side. Elizabeth's screams echoed off the tiles. "It's going to be ok." Caleb tried to ease his wife's agony. "SHUT UP!" she shrieked, her hair in a tangled mess as she clenched the sheet. A few hours later, Gaspard Warrington was born. A year later, the second son of the Warrington's were born, and he was dubbed Casper. Standing over the crib in the second room in the Warrington duplex in London, Caleb and Elizabeth smiled down at there second son. "Casper." Caleb said proudly, putting a lion and eagle stuffed animal in his crib. The baby cooed with delight as the one-year-old Gaspard crawled into the room, muttering some nonsense. Elizabeth scooped up her son, letting him look in the crib. They were a big happy family, but they weren't finished. Next year, the last addition of the Warrington family came in, her name Julia Warrington. Three year old Gaspard claimed that he was the better brother, but Casper didn't care. He was just a kid.

AT MAY 11, FIVE YEARS LATER
Young Casper was surrounded by presents that were beautifully wrapped, a four year old Julia strapped in a high chair and a six year old Gaspard coloring, bored with the whole occasion. Casper unwraped his presents, his lips going into the perfect 'o' shape as he unwrapped the 'kid' quidditch broom. Gaspard already had one, so he was unamused. "Wow Daddy, Mommy! Thanks!"
he said, eager to try out his broom. His Dad and Mom always told him about Quidditch, and he had even went to a little kid Quidditch game once. Casper loved it since the day he saw it, and all he wanted was a broom for his birthday. Casper teetered outside in the small city backyard, sitting on his new broom that floated upwards. His feet dragged on the ground, but it was still fun to zoom around. "Gasp!" he yelled, his brother appearing at the doorway. "Come play!" he smiled, his brother trotting out with his broom. The two little boys zoomed around, tossing a little foam ball around as the parents watched proudly from the doorway, Julia crowing in the background.

6 YEARS OLD; BIRTH OF FEAR
crackcrackcrack
"Dad, what was that?" Caleb Warrington looked at his son, knowing the time of the city was up. "Nothing, Casper." he replied sternly, continuing to look out the greyscale city, Elizabeth Warrington looking at her sons and daughter. A scream filled the city, seeming to last forever in Casper's ears. "Daddy, whats wrong with that lady?" he asked his Father, looking up at him with his cool grey eyes. "Nothing son." he said firmly, nodding, giving his approval to his wife.

11 YEARS; AT HOGWARTS
His dad had always told him about Hogwarts, and already he was pumped. Giddy, he was as he waited in the line with the first years, when finally, he was called to the sorting hat. Casper plopped himself down into the seat, smiling. The knitted hat went down past his ears.
"Hmmmmm Warrington. Your father was a Gryffindor."
the hat purred.
"Your quite courageous, aren't you young man? Brave and bold. Yet your level headed, like your mother. Good blood in you son, good blood. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed as the Gryffindor table cheering as the boy proudly walked to his table.

QUIDDTCH ACCEPTANCE, 12
""Casper?"
"What?"
"You made beater!"
"WHAT?!"
"Dude, you made Gryffindor beater!"
Casper went running out of the great hall, yelling as he sped into the Gryffindor common room telling everyone of his victory

NOW
Casper is now in his sixth year, and he's looking for the girl of his dream. He has a good amount of friends, and he's just waiting for something exciting to happen in his life.

in the dream everyone's holding hands.
say hello to hiawatha

member titleto catch a shooting star!
anything further naw
rp sample

DONE!
8D

congratulations, gryffindor!
your application has been accepted and given a grade of exceeds expectations

notes ooh, i love me some cute wholesome gryffindor guys. your history was great, i've never really seen anyone do that before. lovely idea! i might have to steal it. great job again!