sampson rory caudwell

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-- SAMPSON RORY CAUDWELL !

-- NAME:Sampson Rory Caudwell
-- NICKNAMES:Sam, Rory, whatever people can come up with on the spot
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY:Twenty Three, April Nineteenth
-- BIRTH PLACE: London, England
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Book Seller / Writer
-- PLAYED BY: Robert Pattinson

-- PERSONALITY !

-- DETERMINED: Sampson is the type of guy that will go to any length to get something accomplished when he has his mind set on the outcome. He's extremely opinionated and when it comes to changing people's mind he tries his best to make it his personal business to get people to loosen up. He's usually a very laid back guy who doesn't let the little things get to him. When he was younger he was the prime example of motivated. It wasn’t when it came to school work or just work in general but when it came to defying his father and skirting the rules he was very talented. He’s a writer and although it doesn’t appear to be taking him anywhere soon he still writes and sends out manuscripts to any publishing company that will take his work.

-- DIRECTIONLESS:Sampson wasn’t like his brothers growing up; they knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives and for as long as Sampson could even think about his future it has always been the last thing on his mind. He’s your classic struggle writer who isn’t sure where his place in the world is. He knew it wasn’t back in England or any other place he’s lived in yet. His job isn’t what one would consider stable and he shirks responsibility whenever possible. If he had his way he would drink all day, have just enough money to live comfortably, and never have to be in charge of anything. He had almost every minimum wage job out there and the only place he has found himself comfortable in thus far is the book shop.

-- CONVERSATIONALIST:Sampson has a very ‘no-holds-barred’ attitude and spares no one from his outlandish antics. However, when it comes to his personal life, Sampson likes to keep it that way. He always manages to skirt away from drama and gossip and has always allowed his actions to speak for him rather than to have himself to explain. He hates being questioned about himself and detests having to explain himself to others. Sampson is far from being a professional man, but is a respectable gentleman nonetheless. His special brand of humor is dark, off the wall and more often than not; quite outlandish – just like himself, really. Having long been known for his ability to charm the pants off anything that moves, Sampson definitely has the gift of the gab and knows how to use it well. He does not shy away from idle flirtation with women, and pays compliments like they are going out of style. He is a master of bullshit and can bluff his way through any conversation without the slightest idea of what it is about. His ability to string pretty words together and his eye for detail makes him astoundingly creative and clever.

-- LOVES: whiskey, the sixties, fedora hats, black and white movies, cold chinese food, loud garage band music, vintage band tees, cheep liquor, the who, and marlboros
-- HATES: bible thumpers, dark chocolate, vegetarians, republicans, people who push their ideals on you, hangovers, hypocrites, orange tanned people, rap music, and browsers

-- HISTORY !

There are people that enter your life and leave you with no more than a moment of memory. Sometimes it seems like you can’t expect anything from them since you don’t have much to begin with. At one point you probably had their name and maybe knew a bit about them but it’s almost like all the pot you smoked just wiped their memory clean from you. But sometimes you get lucky, and if it’s vivid enough, then that moment can turn into something infinitely more. I don’t remember her name only that she used to come in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and wander around the travel section. She was beautiful and always had the correct change which is pretty helpful when you’ve got less than twenty bucks in your register to make change out of. She had the nicest smile and her perfume smelt like raspberry lemonade. Now I’ve never been a fan of lemonade, it’s too tart and I don’t like sour things, but on her it was the sweetest I’ve ever smelt it. I know that you can’t make a relationship off of a transaction of a book, but I swear if I ever meet her again– I’m gonna ask her to marry me.

But that’s just my style; I’ve always been the one to jump into things without much thought. That’s what got me fired from my first delivery boy position. I don’t like fighting; I’ve always been against it even when I’m on the receiving end of a fist. But when it comes to insulting women or my family, I draw the line. It seems like this has been happening more frequently in my life. My boss at the deli I used to work at when I was a kid used to make passes at the business women who used to come in and pick up something to eat on their lunch breaks. If they were rude to him or didn’t respond the way he wanted them to, he would wait till they left and then he would make fun of them and put them down. There was this older woman who came in one day because the person who orders food at her office for everyone got her sandwich wrong so I made her a new one. The chauvinistic jerk came on to her the whole time she was talking to me and I could see how uncomfortable it was making her. I tried to be polite and turn his attention to the customers on line that needed help but he just kept going. When she blew him off as she left, she did it with such wit and elegance that I couldn’t help but grin like a fool and the second he opened his mouth I just pounced on him. When my father came to pick me up from the local precinct he didn’t care that I was defending a woman’s honor, all that mattered to him was that I lost another job. I had three including that one at the time but it didn’t mean a thing to him because they were jobs that a school kid could have been doing, not a twenty year old. Getting his approval is something I gave up trying for a long time ago.

My father always said I had a head full of condensed water vapor. He was a man of science and continuously needed to prove he was smarter than everyone else in the room so using a word like cloud would have been to menial. But hell I admit it, I’m one hell of a dreamer and I wouldn’t want to be known as anything else…no that’s a lie. I’d like to be known as dad eventually or referred to as my husband, maybe even be the guy that everyone looks at and feels just a hint of jealously when they walk by...haha yeah there go those clouds again. The closest I’ll ever come to accomplishing my goals is maybe getting some sort of some independent publishing company to put something out of mine or taking over at the book shop I’m working at now. The idea of opening my own place is too big and too grand to become anything else than a dream. But no matter what is said about me being a slacker, or not having a stable job, or having my head filled with that condensed water vapor – I’m not gonna settle. You see both of my brothers settled and they made my father proud no matter what. They’re both barristers back in England now but Eddie is the one who’ll go far and get into politics at some point. So I guess no matter what my old man would be proud, they didn’t flee the country to put distance between them and him. I’m content with that because I want my own life.

I moved to the states with some friends and ended up in New York for some time. I worked whatever job I could get in order to save up for rent and beer money. I haven’t heard from my folks in almost four years although it feels like it’s been much longer on my father’s part. From New York I got a gig in Boston and moved in with this girl that I was seeing. It wasn’t anything more than sex and free pot but when we got stoned we got along smashingly. Capeside wasn’t a place I chose, you could say it chose me. You see I stole a car, a friend’s car but none the less it was without permission. At the time, you see, I was hopped up on some pretty heavy things and went for a joy ride and ended up breaking down around the cape. By breaking down I mean crashed into a rather large tree and landed in the hospital for a week, one of the nicest hospitals to detox at for sure. Anyway that’s how I ended up here. For all the time I’ve been living here I’m still as undecided as to what I want to do..maybe that’s the point. The truth is the one universal thing we share with people besides opposable thumbs. I’m an open book, ask me anything and I’ll tell you. I’ve got nothing hide.

-- SAMPLE !

Don’t touch. Don’t change. Do not interfere. Only watch.

It was the one rule that they knew that couldn’t break under ministry law. New recruits were forced to memorize it before working in the Department of Mystery’s time division. Teddy had heard stories of people getting sent to Azkaban for breaking it, but in his mind they were nothing about stories. Teddy had a way of over thinking things like that and as long as he pushed it out of his mind as fiction he would be able carry on. His job was to watch events unfold in ways untarnished by politics and those who might have added their own touch on events in the history books. The portal they used was like a pensieve but allowed observers to step into any time, any place, to record and observe what they saw without damaging the past or future. This had been the main purpose for Teddy ever working for the ministry. When his father was alive the Ministry made all werewolves register and those who didn’t were wanted and considered outcasts. His father was one of those and because of that he wasn’t able to marry Teddy’s mom in the traditional way and constantly had to fly under the radar of the Ministry. But since then the laws had changed, Minister Shacklebolt knew Teddy’s father through the Order, the same Order Teddy was a part of now. It was only right that he wished to join as soon as possible from a young age. He felt as though it was the only way to feel close to the parents he never knew and the family that raised him, Harry Potter and the Weasley clan. He joined young and did whatever he was asked of to establish himself as a go to person in the Order.

Today was different than most work days since Teddy was once again using the portal for selfish reasons. He had used it a lot to view the past and watch his parents, it was the closest he ever got to knowing them. Of course he had spoken to Harry and his grandmother to find out what they were like since he was kid but it was more like hearing a story that was made up rather than memories that he could put a claim on. He stepped through today to view something that he hadn’t meant to tap into, something he didn’t want to watch. The scene before him was familiar, at least the setting was. It was Hogwarts for sure and his father was there, fighting. He knew what he was watching instantly as a cold chill shocked him into place and confirmed that he was about to watch his father die. Watching it happen was like losing them all over again. When he retreated back into the sterile room in which he spent most of his day with his head in a book and a cramp in his hand he got an idea. In the moment he was willing to risk everything no matter what the rule or repercussion would be. He got to writing and thinking about what would happen if he could change it, if he was able to reach the past and give them a warning or a heads up about what was going to happen. The thought was in the back of his mind the rest of the day and refused to leave his thoughts as he worked. It wasn’t until his lunch hour did he receive a note about an Order meeting to take place that night. He collected all of his papers, folded them up and shoved them to the bottom of his old worn out leather sling bag. He had used it since he was a third year at Hogwarts and had lasted till that day.

Upon arrival at twelve grimmauld place he was warmly greeted among friends, a nice way to distress from the day, although the topic of the meeting changed that false sense of security quickly for him. It was once more a conversation about the death eaters and a possible mole that infiltrated Hogwarts. It was a long discussion about keeping Hogwarts on lockdown and keeping aurors posted there for the time being until further notice. Teddy was on edge about the whole situation as he usually was with most things. He talked most of the time but at some point towards the end disappeared, not being able to hold back an imminent argument that could have happened at any moment due to teddy’s hardheadedness. After the meeting most of the members left but few hung around, such as Teddy. He felt comfortable wandering around grimmauld place; he had visited when he was younger and felt as though he knew much more about the history of it than any other ordinary member of the Order. He ended up in the sitting room with a cold cup of tea, lost within his thoughts. Oblivious to everything but the teabag still floating in his cup. It wasn’t rare for him to get so caught up in his own mind that he didn’t know if people were around him or not.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS:JACK
-- AGE:IN MY TWENTIES
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU:UHH,UMM,and OOO
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Caution 2.0

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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