Post by Josh O'Neill on Jun 16, 2009 12:28:46 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Joshua Arcutius O'Neill
AGE: 16
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 5th
BIRTHDAY: July 19th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Ravenclaw (hopefully?)
FAMILY:
Father: Bradley O'Neill - 41
Mother: Kiara O'Neill - 39
Sister: Carina O'Neill - 13, 3rd year.
ANYTHING ELSE: I intend on applying to be a vampire, don't know if it should be added here as well.
He is known for his sharp wit and even sharper tongue, and for a Ravenclaw, he is definitely no pushover.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
(Taken from a Twilight site, where I used to play Jasper Hale)
The day was dismal, although that was exactly how he had always liked his days. At least for the last century and a half, give or take a few years. Jasper could hear the storm brewing outside, although he didn't need to hear it to know what would be happening. Alice had told all of them earlier in the day that there was a storm coming, and the decision had been made only within the last twenty minutes to play baseball tonight. While Esme and Edward had gone ahead, Jasper had waited patiently at the house. Alice was with Bella, or at least she had been earlier in the day, doing 'girl things'. It never failed to bother him when he was detached from Alice for an extended period of time, although he had to admit to himself that he was getting better. Neither Alice nor Bella wanted him around during their girly chats, a fact which had somewhat surprised him. To put things plainly, as he had for Alice, Jasper had never taken Bella to be a 'girly girl', and thus was quite surprised with all the rigors she was letting Alice put her through. The shopping trips where nothing was bought, and the random times when Alice decided to attempt to style hair and apply makeup....perhaps it was in his best interest that he was not with them.
He sat quietly in the room that he and Alice shared, flipping through the pages of a book on the Civil war. Not like he needed to read what was said about it. Hell, he had been at this battle. He had commanded a brigade of Confederate soldiers, and one passage even included mention of a 'Major Whitlock'. Jasper smiled to himself as he thumbed through the pages, the book worn due to the many times he had looked through it. The noise downstairs was loud enough that even a human would have been able to hear it, and thus to Jasper it sounded as if the thunderstorm had decided to make its presence known inside their home. Quickly enough however, he had formed a guess as to the source of the noise. Rosalie had gone out alone this morning, refusing to take Emmett with her. That could only mean one thing: shopping. It was funny really, that of all the things that they could have in common with the humans, Jasper's first thought was that males, no matter the species, despised shopping. Rising from the bed, Jasper walked crept down the stairs. There was always the chance that it was Alice returning, and even perhaps bringing Bella along with her, and the possibility was more than enough to make him find out for sure.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his initial suspicions were confirmed. Rosalie was laying on the couch, her eyes strangely focused on the ceiling above. Casually glancing upward as he walked toward her, Jasper offered a smile as he took a seat on the end of the couch. He would have never dared to do this normally, although he knew for sure that Esme was in the clearing, waiting to see who all would play. Even with this thought in mind, he quickly glanced around, more a force of habit than out of actually looking for her, just to make sure that he wasn't about to catch an ear full. Continuing to stare upward at the ceiling, Jasper looked for anything out of the ordinary, anything that might lead to Rose staring. He allowed his thoughts to wander, hoping to pick up some sort of emotion from her, something to tell him what she was doing. Yet surprisingly, she seemed carefree, no emotion significantly sticking out enough to really make an impression. Damn...guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way... His tone soft, Jasper finally spoke, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. "Finding anything interesting up there Rose? I can't seem to figure out for the life of me what's gotten you so throughly entranced." His words had been deliberate, a joke that he hoped his sister would get. If not, then perhaps he would just retreat back to his room, a quiet place where he could eagerly anticipate Alice's return.
hi, my name is Tyler and i joined because I've known Jen forevvvvvvvah and i miss her
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Joshua Arcutius O'Neill
AGE: 16
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 5th
BIRTHDAY: July 19th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Ravenclaw (hopefully?)
FAMILY:
Father: Bradley O'Neill - 41
Mother: Kiara O'Neill - 39
Sister: Carina O'Neill - 13, 3rd year.
ANYTHING ELSE: I intend on applying to be a vampire, don't know if it should be added here as well.
He is known for his sharp wit and even sharper tongue, and for a Ravenclaw, he is definitely no pushover.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
(Taken from a Twilight site, where I used to play Jasper Hale)
The day was dismal, although that was exactly how he had always liked his days. At least for the last century and a half, give or take a few years. Jasper could hear the storm brewing outside, although he didn't need to hear it to know what would be happening. Alice had told all of them earlier in the day that there was a storm coming, and the decision had been made only within the last twenty minutes to play baseball tonight. While Esme and Edward had gone ahead, Jasper had waited patiently at the house. Alice was with Bella, or at least she had been earlier in the day, doing 'girl things'. It never failed to bother him when he was detached from Alice for an extended period of time, although he had to admit to himself that he was getting better. Neither Alice nor Bella wanted him around during their girly chats, a fact which had somewhat surprised him. To put things plainly, as he had for Alice, Jasper had never taken Bella to be a 'girly girl', and thus was quite surprised with all the rigors she was letting Alice put her through. The shopping trips where nothing was bought, and the random times when Alice decided to attempt to style hair and apply makeup....perhaps it was in his best interest that he was not with them.
He sat quietly in the room that he and Alice shared, flipping through the pages of a book on the Civil war. Not like he needed to read what was said about it. Hell, he had been at this battle. He had commanded a brigade of Confederate soldiers, and one passage even included mention of a 'Major Whitlock'. Jasper smiled to himself as he thumbed through the pages, the book worn due to the many times he had looked through it. The noise downstairs was loud enough that even a human would have been able to hear it, and thus to Jasper it sounded as if the thunderstorm had decided to make its presence known inside their home. Quickly enough however, he had formed a guess as to the source of the noise. Rosalie had gone out alone this morning, refusing to take Emmett with her. That could only mean one thing: shopping. It was funny really, that of all the things that they could have in common with the humans, Jasper's first thought was that males, no matter the species, despised shopping. Rising from the bed, Jasper walked crept down the stairs. There was always the chance that it was Alice returning, and even perhaps bringing Bella along with her, and the possibility was more than enough to make him find out for sure.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his initial suspicions were confirmed. Rosalie was laying on the couch, her eyes strangely focused on the ceiling above. Casually glancing upward as he walked toward her, Jasper offered a smile as he took a seat on the end of the couch. He would have never dared to do this normally, although he knew for sure that Esme was in the clearing, waiting to see who all would play. Even with this thought in mind, he quickly glanced around, more a force of habit than out of actually looking for her, just to make sure that he wasn't about to catch an ear full. Continuing to stare upward at the ceiling, Jasper looked for anything out of the ordinary, anything that might lead to Rose staring. He allowed his thoughts to wander, hoping to pick up some sort of emotion from her, something to tell him what she was doing. Yet surprisingly, she seemed carefree, no emotion significantly sticking out enough to really make an impression. Damn...guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way... His tone soft, Jasper finally spoke, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. "Finding anything interesting up there Rose? I can't seem to figure out for the life of me what's gotten you so throughly entranced." His words had been deliberate, a joke that he hoped his sister would get. If not, then perhaps he would just retreat back to his room, a quiet place where he could eagerly anticipate Alice's return.
