alias; any variation of Doriz is fine. xD
age; 14
gender; girls rule.
roleplay experience; psh. enough.
availability; this is my baby. what do you think?
other characters; dorcas meadowes, anastasia greengrass, and viola fawcett




full name; Romeo Archer Golde

"Worst. Name. Ever. I mean, how could my parents choose a name like that with the thought I'd have it my entire life? (sighs) Well, there's not a lot I can do about it now. I am seventeen, so I could legally change it, but it wouldn't make much of a difference; my friends, my folks, everyone would still call me Romeo. They might catch themselves and call me whatever I changed it to, but it's not worth the hassle. From childhood 'til now girls have giggled at the fact that my name is what it is. I inwardly curse the existence of Shakespeare because of the name I got stuck with - yes, my parents named me after the fellow in Romeo and Juliet - but he actually is quite a good writer. My middle name, Archer, has the exact meaning you would think it would have: a bowman. Dunno where that came from. It's bad enough having the first name Romeo, but then I have the last name Golde. I get mocked by my surname as well, and you can imagine the amount of nicknames that follow. You could say I'm not overly pleased with my name, but I've been stuck with it for the past seventen years...so I got attached to it in a love/hate kind of way. Merlin, if I could go back in time and stop my parents from naming that, I would. But working with timeturners is too risky for a name change, so I'll stick with what I've got."

nicknames; An annoying amount.

"Romeo means getting called 'lover boy' and the like, and then Golde gives rude nicknames such as 'The Golde-n Boy,' in front of me, and when people talk about me behind my back, 'that Golde-n boy.' I'm slightly more tolerate when friends do it teasingly, but with people I don't necessarily get along with or don't really know, it pisses me off."

age; Seventeen
birthdate; Feb. 14, 1960

house and year; Hufflepuff Seventh year.

"I ended up in the house that a lot of other Hogwarts students mock: Hufflepuff. It's not actually that bad of a house, though. We all get along with each other, relatively speaking, and stick together like glue. Like the Sorting Hat would tell you, we are hard-working. But if something terrible were to come along, we would would defend all the students without making risky choices like Gryffindors, spending way too much time on strategies like Ravenclaws, or stupidly sending spells like Slytherins. We like the other houses, yeah, but they can pretty thick."

alliance; The Order of the Phoenix

"I support what the Order's doing and everything, and most definitely do not support You-Know-Who's cause. I don't think it's my place to fight back aganist all of this - I'm good at DADA at everything, but don't excel as much as the witches and wizards in it. I'm not cut out for hardcore, catching-and-dueling, but I can do Defense if necessary. I'll let the experts do their thing."

blood status; Halfblood

"My dad had just graduated Muggle high school when he met my mum, who was researching Muggle activity. She'd always had a great interest in Muggles. I'm not gonna tell you the whole story right now, so I'll put it short; Dad's a Muggle and Mum's a pureblood witch, which makes me, their only child, a halfblood."

sexuality; Straight Bisexual (though he has yet to discover it.)
animal familiars;

"My family's got a cat, Sassy, back at home, but we haven't got anything else really besides her. There's the family owl, and then there's my little barn owl, and you guessed it - named Juliet! (laughs) Just kidding. Her name's Willie, and I was so happy when I got her for my thirteenth birthday."

canon or original; Original !
anything else?;




playby; Nick Hoult, baby!
hair;

"Erm, my hair is brown, and relatively straight. Not very interesting, but it does the job that hair is supposed to do: keep my head warm. I keep it shorter - dunno why some blokes keep it long. That just means more time in the shower, more combing. I like it the way it is."

eyes;

"I've got these bright blue eyes that I got from my dad. My mum was so happy when she looked at my little infant self and saw my dad's eyes. They're one of my mum's favorite features about him. They often betray my feelings, but sometimes they can be emotionless when I try hard enough."

height/weight; 5'11"/160 lb.
build;

"...I've got a nice body? Girls say I've got this lean muscle that they find bloody attractive, and I've got this height that's pretty much perfect with most girls, not that I really care. I don't find it that fascinating, but fourth year girls drool over it, whether I like it or not. Not to appear vain, or anything."

anything else?;

"Because my dad's a Muggle, we spend a hell of a lot of time in Muggle places. So I have to have lots of Muggle clothes. I like Muggle clothes anyway. They're much more comfortable and less formal than wizard clothing. I stick to t-shirts and jeans most of the time, with the occasional hoody."




likes;

(in no particular order)
-alcohol
-cats
-caramel corn
-Quidditch
-having friends and people who love for he is
-running
-snogging
-cricket (baseball)
-being outdoors
-Muggles
-children
-listening to what people have to say

dislikes;

-writing letters
-making speeches
-people who dislike Muggles
-using magic for everything
-not being able to remember what he says drunk
-quill and ink
-being ignored
-detention
-his name (and what people associate it with)
-making excuses
-lying to friends and/or family

strengths;

]LISTENER: "I'm good at listening to people's problems, I guess. People talk, I listen...and I try to console n' stuff. I'm not very good at helping people solve their problems, but if somebody ever needs to spill their guts, I can listen."

LOYALTY: "I absolutely hate hurting people I love. The often times a do, I feel awful and apologize like crazy. If they don't accept my apology, I kind of break down. I go crazy. My life is all about those I love, and if they don't want me anymore, what is life?"

ACCEPTING: "Classic Hufflepuff stuff here. I don't care whether you have two heads or an extra arm or are a lesbian. If you like me, and I like you, we're friends. I have some very unqiue friendships because of this, but I love 'em just the same. Brings a little spice to life."

PLAYFUL: "I'm not afraid to joke around and laugh. Even if I end up looking like an idiot, who cares? I had fun. And if people can't handle it, then stay away from me. I know that sounds snotty, but it's true. If they could actually look deeper than just the little personality they catch every now and then, they might see the real me."

SENSE OF HUMOR: "I'm one of those people who cracks jokes when in danger. It saves my sanity in crazy situations and keeps me from getting depressed. Even if it isn't appropriate, I try to keep things it good spirit. It's one of my more entertaining qualities, I'd say."

FLEXIBLE: "If plans change last minute, I can handle it. I'm not a very picky person. So if thinks get thrown in different directions, I usually can stay happy and let things go...as long as things aren't too drastic. Otherwise it doesn't work quite as well."

SPONTANEOUS: "Randomness I think is related to my inability to decide on things. I don't know what I'm going to do, so I rarely plan ahead and just do. Keeps things upbeat, and it's a fun lifestyle. It keeps life from getting to predictable."

weaknesses;

LACKS IN HONESTY: "I try to be honest to people, I swear. It hurts me each time I'm not honest, but I can't possibly hurt my friends. So I guess I hurt a lot? It contrasts with my loyalty, but it's really hard for me to say things that people don't want to hear."

LACKS IN RESPONSIBILITY: "I want to be responsible, but I'm really bad at it. I'm kind of reckless, so it's hard for me to do what I'm supposed to. I'd like to on a regular basis, but I'm human. I just can't. Whenever I get close to, shit happens. And then I'm not responsible. I'd like to say I try, but I really don't. I just kind of accept that I'm not..."

CAN'T SAY NO TO FRIENDS/FAMILY: "It pains me to say anything that would make somebody upset. It feels like I'm so mean, even if I really can't or shouldn't do something. But I want them to be happy. My theory used to be that their happiness is my happiness, but it's really dumb logic. What if I'm doing something that makes me unhappy, but makes them happy? It just doesn't work."

POOR LOGIC: "I try to figure things out, but I'm pretty damn crappy at it. I try to pull together defenses, but I end up contradicting myself multiple times and not making any sense. It's never been one of my strong suits."

BAD WITH WORDS: "I HATE HATE HATE public speaking and writing papers. I just have trouble forming things together and sounding intelligent. I'm just...bad at it. It adds to my troubles with logic and stuff. If I can't think things through, I can't form together good phrases...and I'm just doomed. Yeah. It sucks."

CONTRADICTORY: "I think I already mentioned that I contradict myself. Logic feeds into this. I'm not good at making connections, so I don't know I've repeated myself and when trying to defend my actions or something end up contradicting myself. I say one thing but then moments later say someting that totally ruins what I said earlier."

INABILITY TO PLAN: "Because I can't choose what I want to do or say or anything, I just can't plan what I'm going to do. I don't know how I'm going to feel or say or anything like that. I just can't. It's physically impossible me for to do that. So other people get annoyed when I say I don't really know what I'm going to do with my life or what I'm going to do after I graduate, because I just don't."

DOESN'T KNOW HIS OWN EMOTIONS: "I'm not very connected to my emotional side. I don't know if I'm feeling...like, in love or something right away. It takes me a long time to realize stuff usually. This is probably because my mood is changing so much that it hurts to much to actually feel. I'm not quite numb, but not close to the tender parts of me...no. That's not true. I love a lot of people. I just am not in touch with that part of me because I just can't. There's a billion reasons for this, but my mood swings are probably one of the largest contributers."

fears; make it a list!

dreams; make it a list!

patronus; "Okay, okay, my patronus is a chameleon. While chameleons change colors to hide themselves from whatever's trying to get them, I, erm, tend to blend in with my surroundings? I'm just a bunch of ever-changing mass...like a chameleon. While you think what you know I'm like at one time, you don't know what I'll be a week from now, or a day from now, or an hour from now, or a minute from now. Makes sense, considering chameleons change colors? I think it does."
boggart; " If I happened to see a boggart now-a-days, it'd probably show something that's extremely deep to my heart fading away. It happens to be myself, all alone, curled up in a ball. It's me being all alone. Those I love not wanting me anymore, and left alone, by myself...without anything to cherish very much. I'm very much a people person, just a lot of people don't want me...well, I used to think that. I'm not sure anymore. I just really like being with people, and having love. That is my life's greatest wish, to be in love with someone forever. As of right now, I think I've found it. Anyway, that's leading me to my Erised..."
dementor; most terrible and scarring memories
amortentia; firewhiskey, the smell of clean clothes (the Hogwarts laundry detergent?), peaches, broom polish

personality description;

"I'd like to say I'm a man of few words but large ears. Wait, that sounded weird. Isn't the phrase 'a man of few words, but large intellect'? I dunno how intellectual I am, but yeah, I'm not great with words. If I - (and I can imagine the same for almost any other Hufflepuff) - went deaf, I might spontaeously combust. I'm a better listener than speaker, and sometimes I catch myself listening in on other people's conversations. I don't mean to be an eavesdropper, honest! It just kinda happens.

Well, besides my listening skills, I'm not sure 'bout the rest of the good parts of me. I can crack some good jokes, but my logic lacks sometimes and my thought process could be better. I'm one of those people who's protective? I don't appreciate those I love being hurt one bit; even if they are capable of taking care of themselves, I insist on making sure that they're safe, and stay that way. Sometimes even in the simplest ways, for example: when one of my friends is sick, I make sure they get enough rest, lots of soup, and take their meds. Don't take this as being maternal, I like to think it's just when things get bad.

(sighs) I suppose it's time to move on to the not-so-great things about me. To put it blunty, I'm a big ball of indecisiveness. It's incredibly hard to for me to make choices, and I'm unsure whether what I want today is what I'll want tommorow. One of the effects is that it makes me terrible at planning in general as well as my future. It was hard for me to choose what I wanted to do for my NEWTs, in fifth year. The worst aftermath of this, though, is my commitment phobia.

I, unlike my name might imply, am not the greatest lover of all history and will stick with my partner girl through time. My inability to decide things makes it nearly impossible for date girls. I don't know whether I'll still like her when the date comes around, or if I'll find someone else. So if I stick to anyone for more than a week, it's a large feat. Although it's hard for me to find a girl that I like, it's even harder to find a girl that likes me back, because of my 'mood swings.'

My so-called 'mood swings' can also be phrased as a slight multiple personality disorder, or being bipolar. However, none of those are true. I might be happy for a couple hours, and something will set me off - they can be absolutely random, such as one rude word, or a book falling on my toe, but I will change emotions - and I could be anything from extremely pissed to depressed. Sooner or later, I might to change to another one. They aren't that bad, I think, but many seem to think likewise. Depending on how I'm feeling one day I might take something rather well, but if it happened, say, two hours later when I'm thinking really hard, instead of taking it calmly like I would've moments before, I might explode. I can never guarantee how I will react to anything, because I'm me. I don't make sense yet make sense at the same time."




nationality; English
hometown; London, England.
parents; ]Amie Marie Golde (nee Walters), 37, writer for The Daily Prophet, mother
Taylor Aaron Golde, 38, freelance writer, father
siblings; only child.
other family; other family members that you'd like to mention, use the same format as above

background history;

Alright, then. You wanna know about my history? Well, my mum, Amie, was a Hufflepuff like me. She was a great student, and from the pictures I've seen, a very pretty teenage girl. Anyway, she was wanted by a bunch of blokes. But she couldn't find someone who fit the bill. My grandparents were 'fraid that she'd never fall in love, and then that meant no grandchildren for them...I mean, besides my mum's older brother and sister's kids, though that wasn't for awhile. They really wanted her to find somebody, but they didn't push her or anything.

The year after Hogwarts, she decided to immerse herself in Muggle culture. She'd always loved Muggle Studies, so she thought it would be a good idea. She'd learn about them, and then maybe write a book about them for wizards so they could understand them more. One day she didn't have enough change in a cafe - but she did understand Muggle money - and my dad, Taylor, comes into the picture. He had been a player of sorts in high school, flirting with lots of girls and breaking lots of hearts. So he saw a cute girl and couldn't help himself. He paid for her lunch, and they chatted. The beginning.

You see, Dad thought it would be a one-time thing. Flirt with her, get her number, maybe snog her, possibly shag her (coughs uneasily), and then forget about her entirely. He was one of those kind of guys when he was younger. So he discovered her, and actually enjoyed the time they spent together. He actually waited to...erm, do stuff with her. In the end, he fell desperately in love with her, and asked her to marry him. It was then, when he proposed, she told him that she was a witch. He took it rather well - he said as long as she didn't curse him or do voodoo, he was fine.

So throughout their engagement she explained wizards and witches. It was a long engagement - about a year - and then they got married. Dad understood that if he and Mum ever had kids, they'd probably be wizards and witches. He was willing to do what it took. My grandparents on my dad's side took it pretty well, too. Kinda surprised Mum, actually. She thought they might reject the idea.

A year later, in came little ol' me. I was raised into toddlerhood using a mixture of Muggle and wizarding techniques, and I guess I turned out alright. Magic came pretty early for me; when I was five, I really, really wanted a lollipop. And my mum tucked them away saying I could have one later if I was good. So when she wasn't looking, I kinda levitated the lollipop. Five minutes later, she saw me licking a lollipop from where was obviously not a place a five-year-old could reach. I told her what I did, and from then on I was treated differently.

My personality started to break through when I was around eight. I had trouble making friends in Muggle school from then. So come age eleven, I was absolutely overjoyed that I was going to Hogwarts. I thought that maybe, maybe wizards could accept me, and I finally got to see my Mum's world. It was new, and something I had never ever seen before. I didn't have to worry about mentioning magic with her in Diagon Alley.

When I boarded the train and waved good-bye on that fateful September first, let's just say I wasn't lucky enough to bond with anyone on the train. I kind of sat in a compartment with a few other boys who talked amongst themselves and ignored me. I only began to sort of bond with people when I got sorted into Hufflepuff, because Hufflepuffs are rather accepting people. There was no one I really bonded with until about half-way through the year. I was being teased by some third year girls about my name, again, and Noel came up and told them to mind their own business. We realized we both had horrible names and birthdays, and bonded over that. Our relationship grew into best friends from there.

My next years were really a developing time for me, and I kinda sorta started seeing girls. (coughs) I saw some appearing as more than just people, and as a different gender. I didn't devote my every waking minute to them, but I caught myself looking at them in a way as more than just classmates. Some of them looked at me, too. But...none of them really developed into real relationships. None of the girls liked me for me. They liked to think of me as a romantic fellow, and a hot guy, but nothing else. So while they would ask me out, it would never go further than one date because they would realize I wasn't who they thought I was.

Confidence around girls plunged for me. I mean, yeah, they thought I was handsome. But none of them really wanted to date me. Anyway, all I've got left this year is managing to juggle a girlfriend - hopefully - and NEWT level classes, and then graduating. After that it'll be a job...but as soon as I get that under control hopefully I'm not too gushy to ask for a happily ever after? Or whatever one can get nowadays."




magic words; -ADMINS RULE-
member title; { juliet's missing her cue }
anything else? -dances-
roleplay sample; I'm too cool for roleplay samples. xD