KNIGHT, Jordan Michael

[Sarah]

Jordan Michael Knight.
Jordie.

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t h e b a s i c s


Full Name:
Jordan Michael Knight

Nickname(s):
Jord, Jordie, Jordiewordiebear (started by Avery)

Canon or OC?
Original Character

Age:
Seventeen

Birth date:
June 18th

Year:
Seventh

House:
Ravenclaw

Heritage:
English

You Follow:
Order of the Phoenix

Blood:
Half

Wand:
Hawthorn, ten and a half inches, Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie

Broom:
Silver Arrow. He’s Chaser.

Silver Arrow is the broom famed for its journey across the Atlantic and the Moontrimmer was popular due to the fact that it was still controllable at extremely high altitudes. During a Quidditch training session in the third book, Madam Hooch mentioned that it was a fine broom, but the company stopped selling them. (From Wikipedia)

Pet:
Owl

Play-By:
Nicholas Hoult


p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
+ Reading
+ Arithmancy
+ Well written notes
+ Keeping his focus
+ Being able to explain something well
+ Playing quidditch
+ Wit
+ Sarcasm
+ His friends

Dislikes:
+ Divination
+ Feeling insecure
+ Being told what to do
+ Being wrong
+ Having to lie
+ Failure
+ Being put on the spot

Amortentia:
Fresh parchment, the Quidditch field, and chocolate from Honeyduke’s

Boggart:
Jordan sees himself as a failure. He is most scared of this perhaps because his father is so well off and he wants to live up to that.

Patronus:
give us an explanation, too.

Strengths:
Studies
Flying
Keeping his focus

Weaknesses:
Can’t lie


Personality:
Jordan may seem like the biggest nerd who doesn’t have any friends and spends every hour of his life studying to one who doesn’t know him. However, once someone knows him, they’ll realize that it isn’t exactly that, but that he is responsible. Also, Jordan was raised up to be polite. Even to an enemy, you’ll notice that Jordan is polite. Yes, he does have a small issue of anger management, but it never lasts long. He’s fun to have around- especially if you need some help in homework or just need a laugh. Jordan isn't really into girls, and keeps to his many guy friends, however there is that occasional attraction to the opposite gender.



a p p e a r a n c e

Hair:
Dark brown, almost black. Medium length.

Eyes:
Warm brown

Complexion:
Not pale, but not tan, either

Height:
5’ 9”

Weight:
idk. Not fat or skinny. There. Does it really matter? lol

Build:
Jordan’s build isn’t as muscular as a beater’s would be, but his body is in pretty good shape, considering that he still does play on the Quidditch team.



h i s t o r y

Family:
Mother:
Father:
Brothers:
Sisters:

History:
Jordan, being a Half-Blood, has a muggle father and a witch mother. His father is a wealthy lawyer and his mother doesn’t work. His parents met each other when Jordan’s mother was a witness for some muggle case and they dated for a bit and then got married. Jordan was born a few years later and showed early signs of being an intelligent one. He learned to walk at an early age along with his first words. As a toddler, he already knew his alphabets and how to count.

Then came the time for muggle school. Jordan was a high achiever in all his subjects and also in sports. He skipped his second year and was one of the youngest in his third. At around the age of eleven, Jordan got his Hogwarts letter and both of his parents were proud. Jordan immediately went to Diagon Alley and bought all of his supplies along with an owl. He had read through all his textbooks before his first year had even started. Not because of excitedness, but more of curiousness.

Time for arriving at King’s Cross, arrived and the moment Jordan stepped into a compartment in the Hogwarts Express, he made friends. Which may be a surprise seeing that he is very serious about his studies and is quite polite, unlike many, but at the same time he fits in with others. Soon he was sorted into Ravenclaw and he was most pleased, although he had a feeling that that would be his house.

o t h e r

Orientation:
Strrrrraight

Currently Likes:
nobody. yay, he's free ;D

Turn Offs:
Insanely thin people
Obese people
Too much makeup
Bad body odor
Attention-seekers
Clinginess
Bad breath
Bitchiness

Turn Ons:
A sense of humor
Intelligence

Secrets:
idk..


a b o u t y o u

Hiya! My name is Sarah and I've been on this earth for 14 years. My character is Jordiewordiebear and you can contact me through [e-mail]. I have been role playing for 2 or 3 years.

r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
There were only a handful of us now. The surnames beginning with 'W' were here before I knew it. Nervousness, a bit of fright, and excitement spread through me. My small, delicate palms began to perspire
and I wiped them on my newly tailored uniform robes, pretending to smoothen out creases. The other first years who were waiting to be sorted seemed calmer to me. I turned my head to the Gryffindor table. They seemed like a cheerful group. Much too cheerful for me, perhaps with proudness smeared all over their gleaming faces. Then, I gazed towards the Badgers' table. Quite opposite, if you asked me. Humbleness is what I received from many of their bashful looks. They were much quieter, also. A lifestyle I preferred and wanted. As the sorting hat exclaimed, "Ravenclaw!" for a student, I followed her with my eyes to the blue and bronze decorated table she sat at. Like the Hufflepuffs, they were quiet, but instead of shyness, nobleness emitted from them. Lastly, I turned my attention to the Slytherin table. Everything about them said 'prestigious', 'elegant', and 'superior'. Their cleanliness, posture, looks...

"Weasley, Cassandra," a bored voice echoed from the thin lipped, stern looking witch who wore her hair in a neat, tight bun on top of her head. I swallowed a lump in my throat and quickly straightened my witch's hat, which repeatedly kept slipping on my silky, blond hair before gracefully walking up to the stool where I would soon learn of my placing. All thoughts escaped my mind as I sat upright on the wooden seating. The lady, whose name I was not able to catch due to my thoughts about the houses which filled my head, took a moment to stable the sorting hat on my hair after I took off my point witch's hat. A musty stench emanated from the tattered hat as the rip on the front of it opened to speak. "Can never have too many Weasleys, now can we?" the hat mused. This made me blush profusely. Not in a bashful way, however. But also not too upset. More of an embarrassment. I realized that I was the first Weasley to be sorted this year. Or, I believed. There were too many to keep track of. Of course, relatives of various surnames were maybe sorted a few moments ago, but not a Weasley. Our family is large.

"Hmm... Not much like the previous ones, thought, I must say," the sorting hat continued, causing my feelings to change drastically. i could feel a very content smile appear on my face and perhaps a small smirk. I never fancied being like the rest. "Plenty of wit, yes, and would be excellent for Ravenclaw," the hat began again. 'Ravenclaw doesn't seem too bad,' I thought, thinking this was his final decision. "But I see that your desire is to use most of it towards personal gain and matters, which can only mean," it continued, causing my hands to sweat again, and my heart to beat rapidly, "Slytherin!" it bellowed, quite dramatically. At first, I was in shock or more of surprise. Then, it made much sense to me as I slid off the stool. My movement caused the sorting hat to slip off of my head and land on the stool with an upset grunt. I paid it no heed and strode off to the applauding table. It was obvious I fit into the house which I admired most.