Post by mirasmith on Jun 20, 2009 12:49:28 GMT -5
Name: James Thomas McAvoy
Age:18
Birthdate: April 21
Birthplace: Limerick Ireland
Year:7
Transfer Student: yes
Transfer School: Pacific Northwest Academe of Witch and Wizadry
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Prefect: no
Employer: None
Occupation: None
Affiliations: None currently, he Just transferred in his sixth year and has had a difficult time making any friends
Blood Status: halfblood
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Skinny
Skin: Paleish, he mostly inherited his skin color from his Da, but He tans very easily, and he will never be pasty white.
Hair: Dark brown
Other notes on appearance: He has Blue eyes that he again inherited from his Da. They are a shocking blue that make most people do a double take when they see them.
Pets: He has a gray striped cat. She is part bobcat but is rather lovable and likes to climb on laps and have her ears rubbed. Her name is Medea
Wand: 10 inches Willow uncommonly thin, Unicorn hair core
Biography: James Thomas McAvoy was born to Thomas and Sasha McAvoy. He is an only child and his mum, Sasha, is a quarter Native American. James was born in Limerick Ireland on accident. Thomas and Sasha were on vacation visiting Thomas's family. James came two months early, and he has not been late for anything since.
James was raised in a small town in south eastern Washington State. He was always a very independent child and from the time he could get the front door open he was out in the shrub step and sagebrush exploring and communicating with the earth. It didn’t take the tribe long to realize that James was something special.
Sasha was the only child of the Tribes Old medicine man and one of the tribe’s elders. By the age of three he showed significant talent in the ways of the Medicine Man as well as Significant talent in the Wizarding world. Just after his Third Birthday he found a wounded bird and brought it to his Grandfather to make it better. His Grand Father decided to test James to see how talented his Grandson actually was.
James’s Grandfather directed James on what to do, and James followed the instructions explicitly. His Grand Father taught James the correct words and rhythms to chant them at as James’s pored a amount of liquid he had made with his Grandfathers instructions down the birds throat. To his great surprise almost immediately after James fell quiet the bird gave a violent twitch and preened its feathers and took off in flight, completely healed from the broken wing it had upon entering the small house.
No child of three Should have been able to heal the broken wing of a bird, wizard or not but somehow James had managed it. His Grandfather was so shocked he couldn’t speak for three whole days. When he finally did it was to tell James’s parents that James was gifted with more than just his wizarding heritage, that James blood was thick with the blood of the Old Medicine men and that he had to be taught starting immediately.
By age five when he entered Kindergarten He knew all of the tribes legends by heart, he spent hours and hours with his Grand Father and other Elders of the Tribe. He could speak the Native language almost fluently and he spent hours out in the Sage brush and Shrub step with the other children from the tribe.
His mum and Da taught him about the wizarding world as well. But James’s heart was truly with the tribe and the natural magic that flowed threw his veins. The magic of his tribe. It was no surprise that at age 11 he received his letter of acceptance to The Pacific Northwest School of Witch and Wizardry. Where he was a very successful student. He was a nice boy and had four or five very close friends, and most everyone liked him. He was polite to the teachers and he shared his culture and heritage with the other students and teachers of the school.
But Every year he eagerly awaited the holidays to where he would be able to go home and be with the Tribe and his parents. Turning 11 also had other surprises for him. His Grand Father started teaching him the legends of the walkers. Not to be Confused with the Skinwalkers of the Navaho Tribe who were Evil. No the Walkers of the Walla Walla tribe were something completely different. There is no need for a Skin of an animal in order to transform into the beast. Walkers do not bring Death and plague to the surrounding people.
Each year His Grand Father taught him more and more until he turned thirteen and he was told that the next year when he was to go through his Right of passage into Adult hood he would be expected to shift, to take the form of a Walker and finally take his place in the tribe as the keeper of the legends and eventually become the Medicine man, and a Tribe elder.
All that year during school and Holidays he spent every spare moment, and sometimes his not spare moments as well learning all he could about shifting. Even taking out books from the school Library about Animagi. Not that those concepts helped much as it was a different kind of Magic that James was using to shift.
When summer came he was still not much closer to doing what had been asked of him. His first day back he spent it out in the Desert in shorts, and nothing else. He sat and listened to the Magic of his Tribe and he let it fill his sole. After sitting for twelve hours strait not moving a muscle he asked the spirits of the desert to help him, to teach him what he had to do.
He was out in the desert for three more days before he came home dirty but excited. One week later he preformed the task that his Grand Father had given him almost one year to the day before. In the Fall James went to school once again. This year he was much more confidant, and happier, it didn’t last long though, as he received a message from his father one week before the Christmas Holidays. His mum had been in an accident and had died before anyone could help her.
After burying his wife Thomas felt that there was no reason for himself or James to stay in the States any longer. So Thomas ran back to his family home in Ireland, and left James to finish off his fifth year of school, and then came and retrieved him took James back to Ireland with him. For months James was miserable, and avoided his Father and family like the Plague. He spent most of his time as a coyote until September, and he Started school at Hogwarts where he was sorted into Gryffindor.
School was difficult for James. He struggled to keep his grades up and didn’t make any friends and sat outside on the Grounds missing the smell of Rain on Sagebrush and the way it feels to run barefoot threw the desert. He missed his family his Tribe and his friends. Because he is so different he finds it difficult to relate to anyone. In the Eyes of his Tribe James was an adult, and an important member of the society, as well as the tribe, but at Hogwarts he is just a child, a Teenage boy who is a little odd and keeps to himself. His intelligence is under appreciated, and his talents go unnoticed. And for the first time in his life he is labeled insignificant by those around him.
At the Start of his Seventh year he decides that he is sick of being ignored. He goes back to school with every intention of making friends and changing the way his teachers see him. He chooses to take the advise that his Grand Father gave him just after his mum’s funeral. He shoes to fight the flow of the river instead of letting it pull him along in mediocrity.
Special Abilities: His mum has Native American Blood and comes from a tribe in Washington. He is a direct descendant of the Tribes Medicine Man. He has a different kind of Magic in him as well as the Wizarding magic. One of the things he is able to do is take on the form of a coyote, it is kind of like an animagi, but not at the same time.
Playby: James McAvoy
Picture/Graphics: James:
Age:18
Birthdate: April 21
Birthplace: Limerick Ireland
Year:7
Transfer Student: yes
Transfer School: Pacific Northwest Academe of Witch and Wizadry
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Prefect: no
Employer: None
Occupation: None
Affiliations: None currently, he Just transferred in his sixth year and has had a difficult time making any friends
Blood Status: halfblood
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Skinny
Skin: Paleish, he mostly inherited his skin color from his Da, but He tans very easily, and he will never be pasty white.
Hair: Dark brown
Other notes on appearance: He has Blue eyes that he again inherited from his Da. They are a shocking blue that make most people do a double take when they see them.
Pets: He has a gray striped cat. She is part bobcat but is rather lovable and likes to climb on laps and have her ears rubbed. Her name is Medea
Wand: 10 inches Willow uncommonly thin, Unicorn hair core
Biography: James Thomas McAvoy was born to Thomas and Sasha McAvoy. He is an only child and his mum, Sasha, is a quarter Native American. James was born in Limerick Ireland on accident. Thomas and Sasha were on vacation visiting Thomas's family. James came two months early, and he has not been late for anything since.
James was raised in a small town in south eastern Washington State. He was always a very independent child and from the time he could get the front door open he was out in the shrub step and sagebrush exploring and communicating with the earth. It didn’t take the tribe long to realize that James was something special.
Sasha was the only child of the Tribes Old medicine man and one of the tribe’s elders. By the age of three he showed significant talent in the ways of the Medicine Man as well as Significant talent in the Wizarding world. Just after his Third Birthday he found a wounded bird and brought it to his Grandfather to make it better. His Grand Father decided to test James to see how talented his Grandson actually was.
James’s Grandfather directed James on what to do, and James followed the instructions explicitly. His Grand Father taught James the correct words and rhythms to chant them at as James’s pored a amount of liquid he had made with his Grandfathers instructions down the birds throat. To his great surprise almost immediately after James fell quiet the bird gave a violent twitch and preened its feathers and took off in flight, completely healed from the broken wing it had upon entering the small house.
No child of three Should have been able to heal the broken wing of a bird, wizard or not but somehow James had managed it. His Grandfather was so shocked he couldn’t speak for three whole days. When he finally did it was to tell James’s parents that James was gifted with more than just his wizarding heritage, that James blood was thick with the blood of the Old Medicine men and that he had to be taught starting immediately.
By age five when he entered Kindergarten He knew all of the tribes legends by heart, he spent hours and hours with his Grand Father and other Elders of the Tribe. He could speak the Native language almost fluently and he spent hours out in the Sage brush and Shrub step with the other children from the tribe.
His mum and Da taught him about the wizarding world as well. But James’s heart was truly with the tribe and the natural magic that flowed threw his veins. The magic of his tribe. It was no surprise that at age 11 he received his letter of acceptance to The Pacific Northwest School of Witch and Wizardry. Where he was a very successful student. He was a nice boy and had four or five very close friends, and most everyone liked him. He was polite to the teachers and he shared his culture and heritage with the other students and teachers of the school.
But Every year he eagerly awaited the holidays to where he would be able to go home and be with the Tribe and his parents. Turning 11 also had other surprises for him. His Grand Father started teaching him the legends of the walkers. Not to be Confused with the Skinwalkers of the Navaho Tribe who were Evil. No the Walkers of the Walla Walla tribe were something completely different. There is no need for a Skin of an animal in order to transform into the beast. Walkers do not bring Death and plague to the surrounding people.
Each year His Grand Father taught him more and more until he turned thirteen and he was told that the next year when he was to go through his Right of passage into Adult hood he would be expected to shift, to take the form of a Walker and finally take his place in the tribe as the keeper of the legends and eventually become the Medicine man, and a Tribe elder.
All that year during school and Holidays he spent every spare moment, and sometimes his not spare moments as well learning all he could about shifting. Even taking out books from the school Library about Animagi. Not that those concepts helped much as it was a different kind of Magic that James was using to shift.
When summer came he was still not much closer to doing what had been asked of him. His first day back he spent it out in the Desert in shorts, and nothing else. He sat and listened to the Magic of his Tribe and he let it fill his sole. After sitting for twelve hours strait not moving a muscle he asked the spirits of the desert to help him, to teach him what he had to do.
He was out in the desert for three more days before he came home dirty but excited. One week later he preformed the task that his Grand Father had given him almost one year to the day before. In the Fall James went to school once again. This year he was much more confidant, and happier, it didn’t last long though, as he received a message from his father one week before the Christmas Holidays. His mum had been in an accident and had died before anyone could help her.
After burying his wife Thomas felt that there was no reason for himself or James to stay in the States any longer. So Thomas ran back to his family home in Ireland, and left James to finish off his fifth year of school, and then came and retrieved him took James back to Ireland with him. For months James was miserable, and avoided his Father and family like the Plague. He spent most of his time as a coyote until September, and he Started school at Hogwarts where he was sorted into Gryffindor.
School was difficult for James. He struggled to keep his grades up and didn’t make any friends and sat outside on the Grounds missing the smell of Rain on Sagebrush and the way it feels to run barefoot threw the desert. He missed his family his Tribe and his friends. Because he is so different he finds it difficult to relate to anyone. In the Eyes of his Tribe James was an adult, and an important member of the society, as well as the tribe, but at Hogwarts he is just a child, a Teenage boy who is a little odd and keeps to himself. His intelligence is under appreciated, and his talents go unnoticed. And for the first time in his life he is labeled insignificant by those around him.
At the Start of his Seventh year he decides that he is sick of being ignored. He goes back to school with every intention of making friends and changing the way his teachers see him. He chooses to take the advise that his Grand Father gave him just after his mum’s funeral. He shoes to fight the flow of the river instead of letting it pull him along in mediocrity.
Special Abilities: His mum has Native American Blood and comes from a tribe in Washington. He is a direct descendant of the Tribes Medicine Man. He has a different kind of Magic in him as well as the Wizarding magic. One of the things he is able to do is take on the form of a coyote, it is kind of like an animagi, but not at the same time.
Playby: James McAvoy
Picture/Graphics: James:
