Post by heathcote iggy barbary on Sept 22, 2010 9:12:14 GMT 10
HEATHCOTE IGGY BARBARY
NAME ;; Heathcote Iggy Barbary
NICKNAMES ;; Heath, Iggypop, Barbary
AGE ;; Thirty Three
DATE OF BIRTH ;; April Tenth 1967
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Half Blood Wizard
YEAR ;; graduate
HOUSE ;; He was a puff, because all the cool kids are puffs.
OCCUPATION ;; rhythm guitar in The Weird Sisters
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; He dabbles…
PLAY-BY ;; SPIKE!... i mean, James Masters
HEATHCOTE is ;;
---VAIN;; There is really no point in denying it at all. Heathcote is a vain person. He likes his looks. More then he should really. The boy (er, man if you can call him that..) is in love with the mirror. He claims his hours of personal grooming are due to the fact that he is famous and needs to make a good impression. Those who know him even at all though, know that really, he just likes to look good. And what’s wrong with a bit of pride in yourself? Now really? As well as liking his own looks, the young man was far too focused on the appearance of his bed-fellows. He likes good looking people. As sad as if may be, he rarely looks at someone who isn’t completely gorgeous. Someone forgot to teach him about the value of personality over looks, it would seem.
--- CHARMING ;; Sure, he’s charming. Only, not exactly in the way you’d expect. He’s more likely to eye you smoulderingly until you came to him, then just walk right up to you. He’s a man of few words, and yet he draws people in. He seems to maintain an aurora of alluring sensations. Or at least, it’s what he likes to think he is all very alluring. Perhaps he just had tickets on himself. Or perhaps he really was all that wonderful, and whispered all the right words in people’s ears. It was never easy to know, in truth. There would always be those mesmerized by his clothes, his smell and his smooth has honey voice. On the same token though, there would be those who saw right through it, and wanted no part of it. Either way, Heath thought he was the bees knees, and that was what’s important, am I right?
--- BROODING ;; Heathcote has been known, more then once or twice, to brood. He gets into such melancholy moods that seem near impossible to come out of. So he spends his time sighing and scowling, drinking and getting laid, all the while writing sad laments about the not so tormented existence he lives. Poor little rich super-star. Seriously, he really has very little reason to get into such funks. Alright, well there are reasons. Every time that horrid Rita Skeeter writes tosh about him, he feels like he wants to fling himself off the top of Gringotts. Not to mention the downward spiral he throws himself into every time they do a bad show, or a fan doesn’t like something. Artists are supposed to be overly sensitive and melodramatic though.. Right?
HEATHCOTE'S patronus is a ;; A Peacock
HEATHCOT'S boggart takes the form of ;; a really ugly banshee who wants him.. in the pants.
HEATHCOTE adores ;; Music, Sex, Fire-whiskey, Acid pops, Sleeping late, Accio, Cool hats, His guitar, Leather pants, Sixties print, The Hobgoblins
HEATHCOTE abhors ;; Daylight, Effort, Cockroach clusters, Working (other then gigs), Reading, Bad reviews, Celestina Warbeck, Waking up, Banshees, Beautifying robes (kind of a let down when the clothes come off..), Dungbombs
Born to muggle born Witch Hetty, and pure blood Wizard Ignatius, Heathcote had a rather enjoyable childhood. The Barbary family didn’t subscribe to any ideas about blood purity, there-for Hetty was welcomed into the family without a worry. It was a well to do family, Ignatius working as a department head in the ministry. Little Heathcote never wanted for anything. Or, when he did, it was soon given to him by parents or one of his sets of doting grand-parents. Even at such a young age he seemed to entice people into giving into his whim. Something he learned rather quickly, and as any child would, used it for his own gain. For the most part he was happy, but the smallest thing could set him off, into such a melancholy mood. Not knowing how else to help the child (and being a very materialistic family) they tended to use gifts to cheer him up.
Hogwarts was a pure joy for Heathcote. Plenty of around who could love and adore him, and lavish him with attention. He was not the brightest of students, and perhaps might have been had he focused more on his studies. But really, the lure of throwing and attending secret common room parties and running off behind the bushes with pretty girls was much more appealing. He did enough not to fail, and have his parents upset at him. That was the way he was with everything. He always did just enough just to get by. The lazy sod. Hogwarts was also the place he met some of the other band members and their future plans were hatched. They didn’t do too much while still in school. Just threw around names and played together. It wasn’t until after school that they really started to get things going.
It wasn’t until after school either, that Heath started to notice… things. Things about the same gender. He’d only really been interested in girls at school. The life of a rock-star though, it introduced you to a whole new world of experiences. He wouldn’t exactly say he was gay, or even bisexual. Just a little curious.. Or something. Oh who knows. Before he really had a chance to do much about his new curiosities, the band was put on hold. It just felt wrong making music while the world was at war. Besides, he had to go and help his father protect his muggle-born mother. She would have been a goner too, had her trial not been the day Harry Potter been at the ministry and saved a whole bunch of muggle-borns.
Now that the war was over though, Heathcote was anxious to get things back on track with his music career. God forbid he’d actually have ro get a job..
I r lykin dis her’ syte y’all
Hey there! I'm NIK. I'm OLDER THEN YOU, and I've been role playing for YOU’RE MOTHER. I found LMCI through YOUR MOTHER. My favorite Harry Potter is TWILIGHT.
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