Lacole Suit of Armor
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(19/1/04 11:15 am) Reply
Skilmer Kimel
About You
What you want to be called OOC: Lacole
AIM screen name and/or e-mail address: you know...
Character Basics
Full name: Skilmer Turner
Nickname: --
Nationality: English
Birthday: June 2
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 3
Pet: none, he wants an owl but can't afford one
Wand: 10 1/4", Willow, Unicorn hair
History: at least 2 paragraphs, please!
Skilmer's family has always been poor, but they also have always been very kind and polite people. Skilmer's parents had been old school friends when they got married, though even though both of them had good educations, they never had more than enough money. Skilmer was born, and he was the same: he values education, even if not exceptionally intelligent.
Skilmer's parents died when he was 9 in an accident involving a runaway Spanish Green Dragon. He could have been killed also, except that his parents had been going to a friends house on their own while he put himself to bed. Several wizards, and even a Spanish-speaking young girl, who looked like she was there with her father, arrived on the scene. It was the girl--Ginger Jengibre--who broke the news to Skilmer, even though her father hadn't let her get close enough to actually see or do anything. Though the incident left Skilmer in an orphanage, Ginger became a close friend.
Family: He does not live with his relatives, and his parents are dead.
Parents: (names, pure/half/Muggle) Both of them pure, but do their names really matter to us?
Siblings: (names, ages) none
Other IMPORTANT relationships (live-in grandparents, adoptive siblings, etc): He lives in an orphanage, though he does have living relations: the Havelly's, who, rich as they were, "could not afford" to take in their nephew. Needless to say, the Havelly's are no nicer than necessary to Skilmer, though they stoop so low as to offer him to come over for the Christmas Holidays, which he always does--despite what he has to endure from his cousin, Loral.
Appearance
Skin: (color, type, freckles, scars, etc.) Not pale, but hardly tanned.
Hair: (color, texture, length) Short so as to be practical, sort of a soft brown.
Eyes: (color, size, eyelashes, eyebrows) deep brown, but not big enough to be very obvious or obtrusive or whatever
Face: (shape, and anything specific about the size, shape, etc. of the characters nose, forehead, chin/jawline, etc. that you want to mention) A little round
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Body Type: (muscular, chubby, scrawny, etc.) His body has lots of curves, but is not really babyish or fat. He's not that muscular, but he's pretty strong.
How do you dress? With whatever rags he was--no, he's not that poor. He likes loose clothing that doesn't restrict his movement; anything that could be considered "practical" is okay.
How do you present yourself? (What is the initial reaction of most people on meeting you?) Skilmer is friendly, though a little shy.
Personality
General (give us a few paragraphs on your everyday temperament) Skilmer is very sensitive--he thinks a lot and is reserved; he's pretty quiet though down-to-earth and sensible. If he doesn't have the most money or the best looks or the smartest brains or the strongest muscles, he may have the sweetest manners. He's...sort of a gentleman...in spirit.
What are you like day to day? Quiet...polite.
What makes you sad? What are you like when you are sad? He'd probably get angry before sad, but smart remarks or cracks about him or his friends might do the trick. I'd add family, except that he doesn't have any. But he'd even stand up for Loral, if it came to that. If he's sad, he's sort of moody and broods and is way too polite.
What makes you angry? What are you like when you are angry? Insults to people, any people, when they aren't there to defend themselves. He would politely, calmly point out what bothers him or do something like that, depending on the person. With some people, he just stays silent. If he really loses his temper, he could get in a fight, but he's probably not strong enough to win. He tries to avoid physical violence.
What makes you happy? What are you like when you are happy? If he's happy, he'll smile and maybe deadpan some jokes. He rarely actually laughs.
What are you like when you are hyper? He doesn't. He's a really calm sort of person.
Are you outgoing, shy, somewhere between? More on the shy side when it comes to making friends; he talks freely with close friends, though still slightly reserved--I guess it's that politeness element again...
Do you make friends easily? No, but if he does, he makes them for life. Or at least a couple years, depending on whether they stay as close to him.
How smart are you? Not very. He's clever enough, but definitely not a Ravenclaw. Does that make sense?
How important is it to you to follow the rules? If he thought he could achieve something very good by breaking them, he might. But for the most part, he's found no reason to break them and it makes much more sense to him to follow them.
What makes you different, original, special, unique?
--Like I said before, he's really nice. He's really understanding and sweet and polite, and makes a loyal friend if loyalty is given back to him. I think there would be some girls ready to fall over him if he was a little cuter.
--He's very observant, a thinker, and down-to-earth. For the last three years, he's been trying to figure out what the Marauders have gotten out of bending and breaking rules. He hopes it wasn't Head Boy.
Likes/Dislikes
What are your hobbies or interests? What do you do in your free time? He likes learning about plants and how to identify them. He has books all about herbs and edible plants and how to identify trees. He also likes reading.
What kind of people do you like to be around? What are the kinds of people you can't stand? Backstabbers really tick him off. So do people who think they're really cool and like to show it off and rub it in.
What is your favorite color? Is there a color you really hate? Blue, but he has no fondness whatsoever for pink.
Strengths/Weaknesses
Classes? Best: Herbology; worst: Transfiguration and Astronomy
Talents? If he wants to, he can be very persuasive, and also if he wants to he can make people laugh with a perfect deadpan expression on his face.
Please list 3 major faults your character has. (and if one of them is 'too nice' or 'too perfect', YOU HAVE A MARY SUE ON YOUR HANDS!!! *runs off screaming but returns with a large mallet* And then I'd have to use this....*grim expression*)
I've already mentioned his not having any parents, money, little good looks, no unusual strength, few friends, not very social...does he need any more?
Writing Sample
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~During the Summer~
Skilmer served himself some gruel from the huge pot. He couldn't wait until September the first. The very thought of the Welcoming Feast made the castle seem like heaven. The closer it got to September the first, the more he missed the castle. September the first...his absolute favorite day of the year...
"Hey, move it would ya? We air HUUUUNGARY!" A 16-year old boy was hollering at the top of his lungs. Skilmer quickly jerked out of his daydream and moved hurriedly on. He knew the boy. Most orphans in the St. Mary's Orphanage knew John Black as the meanest, leanest, beat-you-up-when-no-one-else-is-lookingest guy there was. There was only one official rule at the orphanage: obey the adults. But the rule that most of the orphans lived by was: don't bother John Black. He and his gang frightened even some of the oldest boys. Skilmer kept his head down and hurried to the farthest back picnic table. He was all alone as usual; it was the oldest picnic table there, and most of them who tried to sit on it got their britches full of splinters. But Skilmer knew it better then that. Skilmer ate his breakfast in hurried silence, hoping to be gone by the time Black came out. Skilmer had never been on Black's good side for a very good reason. Black was related to wizards. He wasn't one himself, but he knew enough about Skilmer to keep him on his toes. Ginger suggested that it was jealousy, but Skilmer couldn't help thinking that there was little good knowing where the bad feelings came from if he couldn't change them. Sometimes, for the hang of it, Black might ambush Skilmer as he walked around the edge of the woods that surrounded the pitiful playground. For this reason, Skilmer had learned to be observant, especially while alone: almost all the time.
Skilmer was halfway through his porridge when he saw Black and the gang emerge from the kitchen. Skilmer tried to look as inconspicuous as possible, but they saw him anyway. He hardly had time to brace himself for the worst before they were on all sides, sitting next to him (and maybe wincing as they did), watching him. John Black grinned lazily as he saw Skilmer's nervous eyes flick from one large boy to the next, taking stock of a bad situation.
"So," drawled Black, "how's the porridge?" Skilmer shrugged. It didn't matter to him whether he got breakfast, just so long as he got to bed alive. "Must have been good for you to sit there smelling it so long. I wonder what could have damaged your brain into liking that." Skilmer could see why he might wonder; the porridge didn't taste good, and it smelled worse. Sort of like onions and lemons blended together in a paste of cabbages, give or take a beetle or two. Black sneered. "Or maybe this reminds you of your mother's cooking. Honestly, you wouldn't think that anybody could like beetle dung, but if that's what she smelled like..." Furious crimson shot into Skilmer's face, but aside from the rapid clenching and unclenching his fists did behind his back, he did not move. Black's evil eyes glittered. "I bet I know why--she put so many into potions that the smell stuck to her. Potions with dung beetles...sounds like a witch. How'd she die again? Burned by what? Whatever it was, it sounds fitting for a witch--like being burned at the stake?" Skilmer got up abruptly. "What, don't like to talk about it? Does it make you cry, crybaby?"
"I'm done eating," Skilmer said shortly.
"Now that's really a pity, letting all that good food go to waste. And we just got here. You ought to stay with your friends, it's only polite you know."
Skilmer was thinking of ways to prevent the "waste" of the gruel. Several pleasant images of it slopping down Black's face and onto his shirt popped into mind. Black's use of the word polite also triggered his train of thought. Imagine a guy like Black using that word...and let's see, should we be polite or should we decide to live to see another day?
"You can have it, if you want it," said Skilmer. "I'm going." He turned to walk away only to find himself flat on his face. At a signal from John, one of his cronies had tripped him up and was now sitting on him. Skilmer struggled, but the kid was too heavy.
"I said stay and eat and you're going to stay and eat." Black held Skilmer's unfinished gruel in one hand and there was a sickeningly mischievous and evil expression on his face. He held it ready to swing into Skilmer's face. Skilmer thrashed as hard as he could, gasping for breath. It was hard to breathe when a guy the size of Goliath (Skilmer called the fellow “the Brute”) was sitting on you. He also couldn't imagine how he'd be able to to breathe any better through a bowlful of porridge. "Hold still, quit struggling," drawled Black. "How can I aim if you move around so much?" The kid on Skilmer's back grabbed Skilmer's hands so that he couldn't use them to prop himself up and move himself around anymore. Skilmer’s chin hit the floor dizzyingly hard. As John pulled his arm back, ready for the delivery, Skilmer used his squished stomach muscles to lift his legs off the ground. He snapped his knees and felt his heels dig into the Brute’s shoulder blades just as John threw it. For a moment, he was able to breathe properly again while the Brute jumped up, knocking the flying porridge bowl right back at John. With the renewed supply of air in his lungs, Skilmer couldn’t help but snort with laughter. It was just like in the movies, where the bowl sticks to the face for a second and then slowly slides down to reveal a face full of sloppy gooey stuff. It was also almost funny to see John looking red even through the porridge, and how he could look menacing at the same time as he looked embarrassed.
“You’re in for it now,” was all John could splutter. Fortunately, one minute after all six gang boys jumped onto Skilmer, one of the adults saw the fight, far back as it was.
Skilmer crawled into bed that night with a slight limp, a cut across his cheek, the bruise on his chin as well as several others besides, and several smaller scratches and scrapes where sand or the like had been caught between his skin and the hard floor. His stomach growled, begging for the supper he wouldn’t get (no supper for bad little boys who fight)—could’a used some o’ that porridge now. But at least, he reflected, it hadn’t been wasted.
~Train Ride to Hogwarts~
Skilmer pulled his trolley toward the Hogwarts Express. He was pleased to note that his limp had healed to the point that he could wheel the trolley without his leg bothering him, but was unpleasantly disappointed when he tried to lift it into the train. His leg almost buckled, and he only just barely managed not to fall down.
“Do you want some help with that?” asked a female voice from behind him.
“No thanks, I think I got it,” Skilmer panted, rubbing his leg.
“You know you haven’t got it, and I’m going to help. I just thought it would be nicer if I asked.” Ginger walked around in front of him, gave him a stern look, then dissolved into laughter. “You look like I just said that school was canceled,” she grinned.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Ginger sized him up.
“I don’t know. With most people it might be…but with you…I’m confusing myself.” Ginger laughed again. “C’mon, let’s get your trunk into a compartment.” With Ginger holding the front end and Skilmer holding the back, they managed to get it into a luggage rack before Skilmer’s leg gave out. Then they sat together in the compartment. “No wonder you didn’t have it. Are you all right? Looks like John Black, isn’t it?” Ginger blew out her breath and shook her head grimly when Skilmer nodded yes. “You’d think…Do you need something for that?” Ginger glanced with a littler concern at the leg Skilmer was massaging and then at the cut over his cheekbone.
“No, I’m fine. Really,” he added as Ginger looked at him skeptically.
“You don’t look fine to me. Are you sure—”
“Yes, I’m positive. I made it through the first day I had it without getting into too much trouble. I’ll be fine.”
“Well, if you say so…”
Skilmer smiled reassuringly at her unbelieving face, then he watched her as she went to the window to wave as the train pulled away. She was all right, just a little overly concerned. Honestly, he’d survived, why worry more? He stretched his leg, winced, and lay back. This was his favorite day of the year. It felt so wonderful to be back.
~Watching the sorting~
--Lacole
*Sorry, I think I got a little carried away with the blurb. It was fun...Tell me if I missed anything.
Poor guy , I like him. He reminds me of Aiden, with the gentlemanliness. And THANK YOU for making him not exactly attractive, we have a lot of good-looking people and it doesn't balence out. But as I said, I like him.
Em, what do you think?
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(20/1/04 7:45 am) Reply
Re: Skilmer Kimel
Quote:For the last three years, he's been trying to figure out what the Marauders have gotten out of bending and breaking rules. He hopes it wasn't Head Boy.
THAT cracks me up, for one.
I also want to know where you came up with the name Skilmer. It's hilarious.
Well, from reading Loral's application I'd rather expected a bird of a feather - stuck up, snobbish, and careless of anything. Instead I find quite the opposite! And not only one but TWO dazzlingly good writing samples. I think it's excellent. It's very well-rounded and very original as well. Well done, Lacole!
Re: Skilmer Kimel
I can't remember, but I think that I came up with Skilmer's name by banging on the keyboard and then altering the results a little. Useful trick, works every time!
It was fun...Tell me if I missed anything.
, I like him. He reminds me of Aiden, with the gentlemanliness. And THANK YOU for making him not exactly attractive, we have a lot of good-looking people and it doesn't balence out. But as I said, I like him.
Emma 
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