WITT, Peter Alexandre

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Peter Alexandre Witt

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FULL NAME. Peter Alexandre Witt
NICKNAMES. Pete, Petey, Peterpanda, Peter Pan
AGE. Twenty
YEAR. Junior
DATE OF BIRTH. December 31st.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight, mostly...
HOUSE. Gryffindor
DO YOU WANT TO BE IN A FRATERNITY/SORORITY? Nah
WAND. Willow, 12", Dragon heartstring
BROOMSTICK. Firebolt that was given to him for his birthday.
CANON OR ORIGINAL. Original
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HEIGHT. Five six
WEIGHT. One forty-five
BODY TYPE. Skinny, short, and slightly muscular
HAIR COLOR. Black, sometimes a bit brown
EYE COLOR. A swirling hazel
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. His eyes are always full of emotion, and has been known for his different styles and colors of hair before. He also has some stand out tattoos.
APPEARANCE IN DETAIL.
Peter always had some sort of desheveled hair, sticking out here and here no matter how many times he tried to keep it a certain way. He always looked quite a bit like his Hawaiian mother, with the dark brown hair that he always tries to keep more black than anything. The hair never really was kept short, except for once long ago. Ever since, he's tended to keep it shaggy and long enough to touch a little past his ears, if even. The bangs tended to stay side swept to the right. It was the eyes that he had from both parents, mixed up together. A nice color of hazel shone with eager emotions apon his face, the gateway to how he usually felt. While he could sometimes lie about his emotions, it was hard for him to transmit the lie to his eyes... Then from his father, those eyes sat under some slightly shaggy, dark eyebrows.

Pete's father wasn't an extremely tall man, but tall enough to be a little intimidating, which wasn't a problem with the man's personality. His mother was rather petite, and small enough. Her height was given to Peter, keeping him at a somewhat short five foot six. He didn't always hate it, actually he felt a little content with it. Yet he didn't love it all the time, either. He did have some pride... and when some girls were taller than you, that can hurt your pride a little. Since Pete loved to express himself, it wasn't really that surprising for him to have quite a bit of tattoos etched onto his body. The most were up his arms. On the right stayed paused forever random scenes of The Nightmare Before Christmas, his favorite movie. Jack, Sally, Zero, Oogie... Everyone seemed to be there. Then he also has the free sign on his wrist, and an owl. On his upper left arm is the unlovable lock... On the inside of his middle finger is 2*R, which is a Peter Pan reference. There's barbed wire going all around on his clavicle bone and to his back. Then his favorite is what he calls the Bartskull, which is a bat with a heart in the middle, and a skull in the heart, which is right below his navel.

His style is pretty straightforward. Basically, his own. Pete tends to have a thing for tighter pants, different types of tight shirts, and many varieties of hoodies. Hoodies are his favorite article of clothing, and is rarely seen without one. Once in awhile, as well, you can even find him wearing some eyeliner, or in his words, guyliner. He thinks it looks pretty sweet. Shoe range, it usually remains in the Converse and Vans categories. He's also rather... fashionable. Sometimes he'll wear scarves, or dress a little bit formal.
DESIRED PLAY BY. Pete Wentz
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LIKES.

• Animals
  
• Sweets
  
• Girls
  
• Pranks
  
• Acting like a kid
  
• Music
  
• Writing
  
• Snow
  
• The night
  
• Movies
  
• Vegetarianism
  
• Technology in the muggle world
  
• Quidditch
  
• Quodpot
  
• Soccer
  
• Individuality

DISLIKES.

• Meat
  
• Hot weather
  
• Ignorant people
  
• Circles and squares
  
• People who try to be what they're not
  
• Racism
  
• People who can't accept other bloods.
  
• Those that hate people for the house they're in
  
• Spiders
  
• Pain

STRENGTHS.

• His quick thinking
  
• Pete's very friendly
  
• Agility
  
• Rather smart
  
• Strength

WEAKNESSES.

• People he cares about
  
• Girls crying
  
• Animals
  
• Sometimes short temper
  
• Sometimes not knowing when is a good time, and when isn't.

HABITS/QUIRKS.

• Rubbing arm or holding arm when feeling sheepish
  
• Biting his lip anytime for any feeling
  
• Saying "Uhh..." when clueless of what to say or do.
  
• Tends to do a half smile/half scowl in pictures.
  
• Has the tendancy to call people "Sweetie" or other names such as that.

FEARS.

• To never succeed
  
• To disappoint his mother and sister
  
• For his friends and most family dying.

SECRETS.

• His father made some enemies, especially with one family in paticular. His father won't tolerate this family, and doesn't know just how good of friends he is with that family's daughter.
  
• Used to smoke cigarettes quite a bit, but now will only do it when he knows he's alone and absolutely is in dire need of one.
  
• He came close to committing suicide.

FULL PERSONALITY.
Pete had been known as a sweetie ever since he was young. Trouble maker, yes, but very sweet none the less. He cared about people, and tries to help out whenever he can, whatever he was capable to do. If he can't do anything to help, he feels helpless. There's just something about when people are upset and hurt that gets him sad, too. Well, unless they deserve it... Like some people do. In some of those cases, he doesn't mind getting in for a fight. Once when someone about his age was abusing his sister at school, and he found out, he beat that kid up until the authorities came. They let him go, but not without a little bit of consequences. Usually, Pete's rather good at keeping his anger under control... until it comes to the people he cares about. He won't tolerate anything that'll make them upset.

He loves to have fun, though. A prankster at heart, he loves putting smiles on people's faces. Hearing people laugh make him that much happier. Even though he can sometimes be outspoken, he is a pretty good listener. Peter's just that type of person that's easy to get along with, and easy to confide in. In turn, he'll try to give advice the best he could. If he can't say anything, he'll be as comforting as he can. For example, he believes that embracing someone could cure just about anything. As weird as that may sound for a guy to say, it's true. After all, he's not your normal guy.

Unfortunately, this bright soul also used to have a bit of a depression stage. It mostly happened when his only male rolemodel, his grandfather, had died. From there, everything went downhill. His girlfriend at the time had broken up with him, and his family was going through total chaos, which his father didn't help at all. Once, he came close to trying to commit suicide, but was saved by his best friend. This was all during the summer away from Hogwarts. He realized how stupid he was being... and selfish. How could he leave everyone like that? The whole experience made him stronger, and doesn't take death as a joke. It made him get a brighter outlook on some of life, and try to keep that outlook. All just so he wouldn't have to go through any of that again.[/color][/font]

PARENTS.
Alora Maureen, Forty-two, guidance counselor ;;
Peter Michael, Forty-eight, lawyer.
SIBLINGS. Christine Marie, fifteen, school
BIRTHPLACE. Chicago, Illinois, USA
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. N/A
CHILDREN. N/A
PETS. A black cat with a small tuft of white named Salem
FULL HISTORY.
It wasn't a big surprise to know that Peter Michael Witt would succeed in life. He was encouraged to be a lawyer, and almost immediately, he became successful. All over the country he was contacted to help their cases, and not once did he have to pay his way to get there. All the money was his... and he became quite wealthy at a young age. Peter the first was on such a fast track, no one thought he'd settle down until he was middle aged. No one knew that the time would come as quickly as it did... One trip to Hawaii on a murder case got him involved with a local Hawaiian girl named Alora. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. They hit it off rather well, even though he was what some would call a 'hard ass'. She just seemed to melt his heart. Before he left, they made love. Once he reached his home in Chicago, Illinois, a phone call was delivered, letting him know that in about nine months, he was going to be a father. He was scared to death, yet knew his responsibilities. Peter senior was, after all, always the responsible man in life. Just about a month later, Alora took a plane ride and came to live with her new love.

While she was pregnant, they got married, and not long after did they have an adorable baby boy with a tuft of black hair and shining hazel eyes. His slightly different skin tone wasn't the only thing that made people see the resemblance between Peter junior and his mother. Right when his mother saw him, she felt as if life never would've been complete without that single, specific baby in her arms. The newborn Peter felt very connected to his mother, as well. The only way he'd be completely calm was when he was in his mother's arms. His father, however... that was a different story. He didn't have time for a family. Even though he did love his wife, and had some love for his son, he was always working. It wasn't even the fact that he had to work... When he didn't have to, he'd find a project to do and get busy once again. From it, he missed his son growing up. Maybe once in awhile he was there physically, but mentally... It almost appeared never.

When Pete was five years old, his mother brought him a baby sister into the world. It was almost automatic when he saw his sister... an invisible bond that kept them together. They didn't even really act like regular siblings. Yes, once in awhile they'd have their quarrels, but it was rare. They were best friends, and he was madly protective over her. It was a hard thing knowing he had to leave her once he went to Hogwarts. He was a half blood, his father having the magic blood. After all he went through in the magic world, Peter senior didn't have a problem blending into the muggle world. In fact, he preferred it. Yet his dad had gone to Hogwarts once upon a time, and now it was his son's turn.

Pete went through Hogwarts rather well, being a fairly well student. He was smart, that was for sure. Yet he tended to get into a bit of... mischief. It wasn't uncommon to see the poor boy in detention after a rather marvelous prank or a witty comeback that he probably shouldn't of said. None the less, he had some good friends, some bad, and went through school life pretty alright. College went just about the same as Hogwarts beforehand, just more... adult-like, despite his natural kiddish behavior. Now, he remains in his junior year as yet again a Gryffindor. He constantly keeps in contact with his sister and mother, with the occasional post with money from his father.
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YOUR NAME. Ash
YOUR AGE. Sixteen
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. Including the puny years on Neopets, about seven-eight years, but I'd say my good years started for about five years.
CONTACT INFO. Pm's fine.
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? Less than three.
ANYTHING ELSE. Nope! =] It's all good.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.

More and more did the smile on his lips grow as the sun faded and faded, and the winds started getting colder. This felt more like home. This is what he was used to all his life. Yeah, it made him seem like some little vampire, but he could care less. He liked what he liked, and you can't really change that so quickly. It's not like he didn't appreciate what the sun tried to do for people. Without it, you couldn't really see too well. In fact, the world would be so dark and cold, everyone would die. As morbid as that sounds, it's true. So no, maybe he didn't hate it completely, but there's nothing wrong with a few clouds here and there to keep the shade. Nothing wrong with a refreshing rain storm... Snow was made of rain, so that kinda helped. He was used to snow, too. But nothing could compete with the sound of rain. The rain in general might not be as beautiful as a snow flake, but he'd manage. It made it kinda weird that he didn't end up with some water power, or something...

In the quiet air, forgetting about the laughter from the ice castle, Alex could crisply hear his little sister's voice still in his head. Each time they talked, she'd let him know how the family was, even though he didn't ask most of the time. He could care less what his parents did... If they wanted to forget all about their embarrassment of a son, he wanted to forget them right back. Each phrase when they talked of them was about the same, though. Always working, always mingling with some of the snobbier townspeople, still trying to brag about all the good they had over other families. It was almost a plus that they spread around that dumb "our son is dead" story, with all the sympathy they've been getting. Even after the couple years he's been here... On the downside, though, that left their family not completely full. They had no picture perfect son anymore to brag about. It was one less thing for families to be jealous over. As far as his sister heard, all the talk had made them think of trying for another boy soon.

However, she'd always continue on about her own life. What all was going on at school, who she had a crush on... God, had it seriously been that long ago when she thought most boys were yucky? It was crazy! It made him feel older by the day, even though they were only three years apart. This time was a bit different, though. Bella had just informed him about a new boyfriend she had just gotten together with. Even though try after try he wasn't able to get the guy's number from his sister, she did grudgingly oblige to fill him in about what all she did know of the guy so far. He did sound alright, but none the less, he still felt that protective lava flow through his brotherly veins. It all made him wish he still lived with her so he could look after her. To make sure that if he ever broke her heart, he'd be the first one she'd cry to... and he'd be the first one to teach him a lesson...

All the irritating thoughts swarmed in his mind, making him cross his arms more securely across his chest. Alex was almost like in a cocoon, a caterpillar waiting for change. Until then, he just remained in the upside down position he was in, literally and metaphorically. He didn't mind so much the people that were in the place, a few of them were really awesome, but... he just didn't feel right where he was. Sure, he was surrounded by people that had to go through the same stuff he did. That was somewhat comforting, as somewhat bad as it sounds. They all kind of were equal to him. They all had some form of abnormality within themselves, even though without the powers, he'd still be abnormal. His room he'd been provided here wasn't really his. The school wasn't really his home. Alex just wanted to spread his wings and fly off to wherever he wanted. To go and be or do whatever he wanted.

Speaking of people he didn't mind so much... That brought to mind one specific person. Probably one of the sweetest person he'd seen at the school, perfectly matching with her beauty. It made it seem awkward sometimes the way he'd look at her from afar, especially since not even once had they talked to each other. He wasn't even sure if she'd seen him at all before. She was surrounded by so many people that cared deeply for her, friends or admirers... It made his chances of even speaking to the woman a minimal. Unfortunately, it was normal for Alex to sometimes get a bit nervous around the opposite sex, unless it was a close friend or of course his sister. When it came to her, though, he always got extra nervous. He just didn't get how all those other people seemed completely at peace with her around! Even with one glance, he just got... jittery...

The sound of crunching snow is what first got Alexandre's attention, making his blue eyes leave the horizon to look at the source. At sight, his heart stopped just once. As for what the sight did to his mouth, however, was different. It was in a permanent small jaw drop. It probably would've been a bit bigger of a jaw drop, had gravity been in the right place. "Parlez du diable," Alex quietly said, meaning speak of the devil, his eyes widening as he looked at the glowing beauty ahead. A blue angel, almost. Who was the angel? None other than who he was just previously thinking of, a miss Tahlia Montague. Even her simple task of looking at the frost bitten roses made her look goddess like. Sure, she'd always been pretty... That was a given. Tonight, though... and in that dress? He couldn't even gather his thoughts when the tree branch became more slipperier than he remembered, and he crashed down onto ground and a heap of snow.

"Owww, shit. Cold, stupid snow, owww!" He exclaimed, his face flushing slightly red. 'OF COURSE I have to go ahead and slip right when she's A FEW FEET AWAY! Ugh, ugh, ugh! Whyyy?!' Alex's thoughts, finally taken over by a fairly long list of profanities as his eyes opened and looked down at his leg... Great. It looked awkward. Was it broken? Ohh, this was just great. Perfect, actually. And Tahlia probably saw the whole entire thing from the get go. It only made him blush a little more, before trying to shake it off. The pain, though... It was just in general. His leg felt really weird...

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