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Romeo McAllister
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Romeo Loren McAllister
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Age: 16
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Full Name: Romeo Loren McAllister
Nickname(s): Mo, Mo’ Steel
DOB: March 15
Year: Sixth
Blood: Mixed (i.e.: Not pureblood, but both magical parents)
House Preference: Gryffindor
Why: Romeo, personally, has no preference as to which house he goes into. He couldn’t care more or less. However, there are a majority of traits stacked up in favor of his becoming a Gryffindor. The most fitting of characteristics, obviously, is his bravery. An intense affinity for adrenalin-seeking fun gives the boy his deep sense of courage and chivalry. Some may call it pig-headedness, this ‘devil-may-care’ attitude, but when it comes right down to it, Romeo isn’t as stupid as he tends to act at times. The fierce loyalty of Gryffindors to friend and family, and any goal he has set before him, are Mo’s as well, and he possesses them in great quantities.
Physical Appearance: Mo stands at a good five feet eleven inches of height with a well-built frame and broad shoulders. From a distance he might appear a bit lanky, but if you take a closer look the young Gryffindor is rather suitably proportioned. Where some people might have qualms about being only average tallness, Mo never got around to the awkward stage where he might have stood on tiptoe to make himself appear more intimidating or slouched to hide himself in a crowd. He didn’t care that he got the middle genes between his 5’ 5” mother and 6’ 2” father. He liked being just normal heighted perfectly fine. After all, everything else about him was just sort of…weird.
He actually rather enjoyed the tawny-golden locks his father had given him that faded to a wheat brown in winter and glowed golden-red in summer with sun highlights. He could style them any way he wanted, considering they never could decide if they wanted to be straight or curly, or even both on particular days, and he looked good in both long and shorter cuts. Plus, it was something interesting you didn’t run into all the time, but so what if it maybe made him a bit…different. It didn’t matter, did it?
Mo didn’t really like that he tanned a dark nutmeg so easily in the summer so that he looked like a little Aborigine, just like his mum, or that he had freckles on his nose year-round, but a lot of people had freckles, and everyone tanned in one way or another. Of course, his eyes were kind of cool with their weird mix of Nate’s deep chocolate brown and Amanda’s copper-ish amber, but you couldn’t really tell unless you looked real closely. And there was that lopsided grin that his mum swore looked just like his dad’s, and the little crooked bump on his nose from where it had been broken twice…
Really, though, he wasn’t incredibly fat or skinny, or muscular or stick-ish. And no matter how much he tried he couldn’t gain any of the sort of overly-obvious muscle mass that boys his age seemed to idolize, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strong, or fast, or agile. In fact, Mo was definitely more on the side of muscular than skinny when it came to build, quite possibly from all those years of attempting to master every sport known to mankind. Defined might be the best word to use, for he certainly has an admirable physique, though Mo himself has always thought he was nothing great to look at. Still, the youth was admittedly rather speedy, he was sure-footed anywhere he went, and he definitely had an inhuman reaction time to split-second occurrences, all things that Romeo took great pride in.
But none of those things really made Mo…Mo. Granted, he was unique in his own little way, but what really made Mo different, what really set him apart from everyone else and distinguished him from the nobodies were his battle wounds.
Romeo, of course, had, somewhere along the line, acquired the nickname Mo’ Steel. There was actually a reason for this, other than that young boys are just…stupid sometimes. It was a rather good one too, and one that Mo was infinitely proud of. Mo’ Steel, you see, stood for Man Of Steel (like Superman) and it was a name that suited him very well. The uniqueness of it was definitely something that fit Mo just fine, and that was mainly because it was entirely true. Mo was definitely a man of steel.
The boy had been in more accidents than he could remember, from stupid stunts he’d pulled, like jumping off a roof, or rollerblading over a ramp he’d set up to send him flying over his dad’s tank, to accidents, such as when he’d rolled all the way to the bottom of some killer steep cliff after flying a hundred feet down a snowy embankment on the wrong side of a ski course because he’d miscalculated a jump that was insane in the first place, and even being hit by a car.
If there was a Guinness Book of World Record’s award for most near-death accidents encountered by a human being, Romeo McAllister would have won it. He had a scar on his left ear from a dog bite, several scattered across his back from various odd collisions and bumps and bruises, a lace-like pattern of deep lines on his right ankle from where he’d run into a barbed wire fence on his rollerblades and got it embedded in the flesh, burns on his stomach from scalding water – and that was just the beginning. Mo’s whole body was a roadmap of accidents, misfortunes, stupid stunts, and just plain old dumb luck. From the slightly crooked slant of his right elbow to the fading, inch-long pink scar on the bottom of his foot where he’d stepped on a piece of jagged glass in a lake, Mo’ Steel’s battle wounds said it all.
Personality: Mo has always been a very sociable person with an outgoing, happy-go-lucky personality. Especially when he was young, he loved to talk, to discuss things and relate to other people’s problems, lives, and feelings. Consequently, he quickly became very good at sensing others’ emotions and reading their moods from both actual talk, and body language. To the casual observer it might appear as if Romeo has the ability to read minds, or sense the near future, but such an interpretation is mere fluke. Mo is simply a very intuitive listener and observer, and tends to use his uncanny ability to sense people's words and actions simply out of a habit of always needing to gain the upper hand.
For all his precognitive gifts, however, the boy shows a definite lack of tact. Mo has been known to be callous, and perhaps more so for his ability to finish people's sentences before they themselves can get the words out of their own mouths. Ignorance is bliss, as the saying goes, and if Mo were to pay more attention to people's emotions than his own self, he might be able to avoid some of his messier slip-ups and not come off as so much of an attention seeker.
Despite such class clown-esque tendencies, there is a part of Romeo that sometimes likes to simply sit back and be the people-watcher in the corner, and, when in a certain mood, nothing can please him more than just to sprawl in the middle of a room and watch other peoples’ lives take place. These moods are rare, though, and occur very infrequently, while most of the time Mo is simply the talkative, highly hyperactive creature that the world identifies him as.
For Mo, activity and motion are essential to life. The tawny haired youth thrives on excitement, and, almost like a drug addict, needs that daily high he finds in the living of life to keep him going. Romeo is also a social being, and though he doesn’t always need to be the center of attention, thrives on what he is given and shines in his moments. He can be a bit bossy if it goes to his head, and perhaps a bit pushy as well, but most of the time his happiness is from a generally level-headed point of view that life is simply great.
Romeo, quite obviously, is a health nut. Athletically inclined seemingly since birth, the importance of the physical condition of his body has been drilled into him from the earliest of ages by his father. Growing up on a military base and surrounded by almost an entire populace of physically exemplary peoples, Mo always thought that if you were fat, barring pregnancy or long-term injury, then there was something wrong with you. It wasn’t until much later, after his father’s discharge from the military, that he learned this was not true, but keeping fit has always been a large part of who Mo is. Mind, that doesn’t mean the boy is a prude when it comes to counting calories. Far from it, for Mo has quite the appetite and is admittedly a food-loving person, shoveling down just about anything he can reach when it comes to meal times. Such an implacable appetite, however, is easily enough countermanded by Romeo’s strenuous daily workouts.
McAllister has never been the lazy sort, and one of his many flaws is that he can never seem to stay still for more than a few seconds at a time. He must be constantly moving, doing, touching and feeling to be satisfied, and if he is not the young Gryffindor becomes antsy, even agitated. Another of his flaws, or perhaps what some would call a flaw, is Mo’s intense thirst for adrenalin. The tawny haired youth loves the feeling of excitement that comes just moments before some daring deed, when the blood is pounding in your head and the heat rushes through your veins and you feel like you could do absolutely anything in that moment, anything at all. He lives for the suspense of action, and is constantly in motion to provide the suspense that keeps him so excited in life and allows his perpetually elated personality to exist.
Some people would think that a person like Romeo McAllister wouldn’t have any fears, being the daredevil that he is, and though he doesn’t have many, Mo has a few deep, dark ones. He doesn’t fear death, that much he’s proven time and time again – at least not his own. What he fears, above all else, is the death of his family. Because they were all he knew for a very long time in his younger life, Mo grew very close to his parents, and his greatest fear lying in the dark of the night, imagining all the bad things that could happen to him with his eyes closed, is that Amanda and Nate would die and leave him all alone. Some of his lesser, more trivial fears/dislikes include orange juice (but not oranges), balloons, shoes, which Mo abhors, and large amounts of chocolate (because he is slightly allergic).
However short the list of his fears, Romeo has many loves and wants. His greatest love, above all else, is adventure. Mo loves a good romp or laugh likely more than the next person, and absolutely will go out of his way to make people happy just so he can have someone to be happy with. He doesn’t mind being silly or making fun of himself to do it either. On the contrary, if a laugh can be gotten by depreciating himself, it becomes all the more enjoyable to Mo, who has never had the slightest problem poking fun at his own quirks and oddities. Romeo also loves animals, especially cats, mostly because he has often been compared to one with his lightning-quick reflexes and seeming “nine lives”. In general Mo likes very hot baths (scalding hot, to be exact), the color yellow, being barefoot, and sports.
Though he may always seem to know what he is doing, when it comes to life after school, Mo has no idea what he could possibly do or become. His lack of definite long-term purpose is startlingly disturbing to him, and every time anyone brings the subject up, he quickly manages to duck out of discussing it because it makes him so uncomfortable. The young wizard has never really been one for long-term planning, living for the moment and little more, and it is infinitely frightening for him to have to consider life after Hogwarts where his future might be out of his own hands.
History: Born on a military base in Sydney, Australia, Romeo Loren McAllister is the child of Marine Lieutenant Nathaniel Ross McAllister and his wife Amanda Moriss. Long before he met his future wife, Nate McAllister worked for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror in the days of the Final Battle. The two native Australians met through a mutual friend while in England, and within three months were married, but not to the surprise of friends and family. Amanda and Nate seemed to hit it off naturally, and anyone who knew them could see that they were deeply in love with one another.
For the first year or so of their marriage things seemed to be going just fine, and though Nathaniel was frequently away from the couple’s small beach-side cottage in Newport, Amanda contented herself with the times they had together, filling her daytime hours with work at a local restaurant, waitressing. More and more often, however, Nate began having to stay overnight at work, and it became longer and longer until the two could see each other once again. During this time McAllister took his wife aside and made her a solemn promise that when it was all over he would quit his job at the ministry and they would start fresh somewhere else.
As the world plummeted faster and faster toward the Final Battle, Nate’s duties became increasingly more strenuous and overwhelmingly demanding. Amanda could understand that her husband felt some sort of a duty to the wizarding world, and to the world in general, but that didn’t mean she looked forward any less hopefully to the day when it would all be over – when Nate would make good on his promise and they could spend the rest of their lives together.
When at last the Great Fall had ended and the several months of ‘clean up’ work had at last subsided to only infrequent Death Eater sightings, Nathaniel came home. He did, indeed, make good on his promise to his pretty young wife, and several weeks later the two were headed back to their native Australia. The young couple rented a small cottage, much like their little abode in England, right on the coast, and spent every day together. They were more in love than ever before, and though Amanda began to long for a child to complete their lives, she was content for the time being with just Nate and herself.
Nathaniel McAllister, however, was a man of strong loyalties, and could not stand idly by and watch the world go on without him. He felt compelled to honor his promise to his wife that he would remain away from the ministry, at least for a while, but just because the wizarding world didn’t need his help didn’t mean he couldn’t help the muggle one. Six months after his resignation from the Ministry, Nathaniel Ross McAllister joined the Sydney Muggle Marines. Amanda, though she hadn’t totally agreed with her husband’s decision, decided quickly that she would support him as best she could throughout the seven months he would have in basic training and then further preparation before he was assigned a position.
At first the repetition of days on end away from her husband as he lived on the military base and she in their little cottage became all too familiar, but within two weeks Amanda got a bit of a shock she hadn’t quite been expecting…she was pregnant! Nate was overjoyed to hear the news, and insisted that she must come live with him on the Sydney Military Base so that he could take better care of her and the two could be closer.
As the time grew nearer for their son to be born, Amanda realized that this was something of a wise decision on his part. The latter stages of her pregnancy were harder than she had thought they could be, and had she been so far away from Nate with only her mother and sisters to look after her, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to handle it. But Nate was there by her side through it all and managed, in that gentle way of his, with his soft smile and calming hands, to take her pain away and get her through the troubles of a difficult pregnancy. With only a few weeks left to go until his official graduation and then assignment to a home base somewhere in the world, Nathaniel and Amanda McAllister were delighted by the arrival of a happy, health bouncing baby boy. “Romeo,” Amanda named him, “for his daddy.” The exhausted but elated smile on her face said it all, and there was no way her husband could disagree.
Romeo Loren McAllister, from the moment he was born, was a brave and daring child. He seemed determined to do as much as he could on his own, and where other babies would have given up and rolled over and bawled for their mothers, Mo simply persisted until he either got what he wanted or could persist no more. Consequently, the tawny haired youth learned to walk much earlier than he should have been able to, at a mere 7 months, and could talk a full month before that. Once he could walk there was no stopping him, and the young boy, though he was born on a military base, managed to get into all sorts of mischief. Pulling tablecloths off the dining room, hiding keys under the bed, tugging on the dog’s ears, everything a normal baby could possibly have ever dreamed up and more!
As he grew Mo’s exploits became more and more outrageous and daring. He wasn’t a disrespectful or vandalistic child, mind you, but he had a tendency not to think before he jumped into something, and his stubbornness left his parents at a bit of a loss. This became all too apparent when, at seven years of age, he broke his right arm while trying to do a skateboard jump off a ramp over his father’s jeep. Of course, being a wizarding family in a muggle world had its drawbacks, and Romeo was forced to wear a muggle cast for the duration of the healing time instead of the simple trip to St. Mungo’s that would have been much more painless. He hadn’t seemed to have learned his lesson, however, and the next year it was a fractured tibia and cracked ribs when he launched himself off their house’s roof to see if he could fly, and the year after that a compounded pelvis when he was hit by a truck while rollerblading off a ramp over the top of a tank.
Aside from just a simple tendency for mischief, Mo had quite a few reasons to be a rebellious child. Being the son of a Lieutenant in the Marines was difficult enough, but as Nate’s status and skills grew, so did his requirement to move around from base to base more and more frequently. By the time Mo was nine, the family had moved 15 different times and lived in 13 different places. Not that it was all that bad of an upbringing, but it was hard for the young boy to make any friends with all this transferring going on. A year here and a year there, two weeks here, a month or so in some other place didn’t foster close friendships. Until they set up permanent quarters at a home base in Wales, Romeo, though he was a naturally buoyant and outgoing boy, barely had a handful of friends. Plenty of acquaintances, but few friends. It was because of this that he grew so close to his mother and learned to value his family ties so fiercely.
A young child learns from familiarity, and normal children, once they reach a certain age, begin to break away from this familiarity in a somewhat rebellious tendency that all children eventually acquire, and branch out in their world. But for Mo, the only familiarity and stability he could grasp up until he was nine were from the consistency of his mother and the sporadicality of his father. Even as he grew into his teen years when most teens think their parents have too firm a grip on them, Mo never grew out of his closeness with his family. They were all he had, he’d learned from a young age, and though most kids fought with their parents regularly, Romeo couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. The tawny haired youth had grown especially close to Amanda, for she was the only anchor he had ever known. His father worked long hours, and thought they lived in the same house, Mo once went almost three months without seeing him at all. Gradually, though, Nate began to realize that his work was entirely too involving, and became more aware of the needs of his son. With this stage in their lives complete, Nathaniel McAllister was discharged from active service in the Marines and moved with his family (and for the first time in Mo’s life) back to civilian life in London.
Up until he was almost ten years old, Mo was schooled in the small schools all military bases have for the children of the Army, Navy, Marines, and other fields of service-related men and women. It was here that he learned basic arithmetic, english, writing skills, reading, science, social studies, and all the other things young children at this age are taught. Amanda had started his education from a very early age, and it was quickly discovered that the youth was fairly advanced for his age, much to the delight of his mother. Unfortunately, this also meant that Romeo quickly became bored with his studies, and it was often this boredom that prompted his outlandish behaviors and stunts.
When Romeo turned ten years of age he received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Until that time, though he had seen his mother and father use a bit of magic and had known he might possibly be a wizard, the boy hadn’t thought much about wizarding school. By now Mo had made friends in the year he’d spent in public education, and he was rather reluctant to leave them. What did he need to go to another school for anyway? Wasn’t nine enough? His mother and father’s slightly stunned, then entirely delighted reactions changed his mind a little, but it was Nathaniel’s proud words that really instilled in Romeo the magnitude and importance of his wizarding education. Suddenly it became very important to him that he get to attend Hogwarts, and it was simply all he could do not to explode with anxious enthusiasm whenever he thought about it.
Needless to say, the summer after his tenth birthday was a long one indeed.
Of course, what better way to fill the time than by having a piece of glass dug into the middle of his right foot the first day of summer break? That one took a while to heal, a lot longer than Mo could have imagined, and before he knew it September had come around and it was time to be off to his first year of school. There was shopping to be done, books to buy, clothes to pack, a suitable pet to decide on, and, when it was all done, last minute warnings to be handed out as the tears were unashamedly shed from his mother’s eyes.
After much hustle and bustle, and last minute ado’s and running about, Romeo eventually made it to the Hogwarts Express, and with a slightly tearful goodbye to his parents, set off for his first year of wizarding education. He was a bit nervous about the whole thing, yes, and the rumor going around that the firsties had to fight a troll before they decided what house you could be in made him just slightly more apprehensive (though Romeo was sure he could handle it if that’s what it did, actually, turn out to be), but Mo was more excited than anything. With new friends to make, exciting new things to learn and a whole huge castle to explore, Romeo McAllister couldn’t have been more delighted!
His first glimpse of the tall, broad stone arches and soaring parapets of the Hogwarts Castle struck a lasting impression on Mo, and it is one that to this day he has never forgotten. The majesticness of it, the regality, the very air of mystery and intrigue were enough to almost literally knock the breath from his chest. It was every adventure seeker’s fantasy! The outside of the castle was only a small portion of the awesome picture the inside portrayed, however, and from the moment he entered it Romeo was just itching to get away by himself and explore. A mischief maker’s dream, it was, and Mo was living in it! From the very second he was sorted into the Gryffindor house, the young wizard’s first year of Hogwarts held not a moment of dull boredom.
Returning the next year was even more exciting, as now that he had friends, Romeo could tell them all about his exploits that summer. He was anxious to hear what everyone had been doing, and he was certainly perfectly willing to show off the shiny new addition of another cast-encased arm that he’d added to his collection. Unfortunately for Mo, Quidditch tryouts were scheduled a bit early that year, and with only one good arm he was unable to try out. The boy pouted and moped at his abysmal luck for what more than likely could have been the remainder of the year until some friendly advisee informed him that he was perfectly able to try out for the team next year (barring any further injuries). That cheered him up quite a bit, and he was soon back to his normal happy-go-lucky self.
Second year was when Mo gradually began to prove himself to his peers and teachers, and also began the gradual process of…not maturing. It was also the year that he realized Puck Goodfellow, his neighbor of the past year, was a witch. This came as something of a shock to Romeo, who hadn’t even realized she was one until he heard her name called for the Sorting. However, he quickly found it to be a good sort of shock, as he and Puck had always gotten along well, and it was sort of comforting to have a familiar face around.
Third year was a bit boring for Romeo, who began to realize that, as he adjusted more each year to Hogwarts life and the magical things it entitled, he was becoming entirely too used to it. Disenchanted, even. He naturally did well in his classes, it was just something he’d always done without thought, he’d even begun to be known a little bit throughout his class, but none of it really excited the young wizard any more. To solve this problem he decided he would, once more, try to fly. In a brilliant end-of-the-year spectacle, McAllister launched himself from the Seventh Floor Tower and, miraculously, reached the ground without a scratch. For his trouble he received a month’s worth of detentions, but, he mused silently afterwards during the long hours of the summer, it was definitely worth it.
Fourth Year came and went with a bit more gusto for Mo, who decided that this year he would bring Lulu, his cat, to school with him. Lulu helped to keep away the tawny haired youth’s boredom when he began to feel that school just wasn’t any sort of challenge. Mo had never really realized how much mischief a cat could get into, though it certainly didn’t surprise him that Lulu, with her spastic tendencies, should be any less maniacal than her master.
Fifth year was a whole new thing for Mo, who, all through fourth year had been anticipating finally being an upper classman. With later curfew, more class choices, and definitely more freedom, Mo found that Hogwarts was once again much more interesting. He made several more friends that year, and even ended up with a semi-date at the end of the Christmas Ball, a first for Mo, who had never “officially” been on any sort of date before (not that he’d ever had the desire either, mind you). Ending Fifth year was hard for the youth, who had come to realize that being an upper classman wasn’t, perhaps, all that great a deal, especially considering OWL's, and eventually NEWTS, were/would be required of them. Fortunately for Mo, with his grades picking up, he was able to scrape together three O's and several A's without too much trouble. He knew, going into his sixth year, that he was going to come more and more to realize that Hogwarts was one of the best things that had ever happened to him – aside from all the tests - and it would all be done in just two years’ time…
RP Sample:
”Alright Lulu, alright!” Stooping quickly to pick up the large yellow tabby cat tangled about his ankles, Romeo McAllister was rewarded with a furious roar of throaty purring. Cuddling the over-sized feline on her back in the crook of one arm, he rubbed her stomach with one hand while playing with her twitching tail with the other. This action was instantly followed by an ecstatic yowl of obvious delight. Laughing at the look of purely unadulterated bliss upon the tabby’s features, Mo swung her skyward and brought her down around his neck to hang upon his shoulders like a warm, fuzz boa. Scratching Lulu on the head one more time, the young wizard grinned at her happily closed-eyed expression and then bounded up the stairs and set off for his room.
Romeo’s room was somewhat of a disaster area, and, though it went entirely against popular belief, was in some way that only he could decipher, organized. But then again, the phosphorescent orange sign on the door did say it all: ”DANGER: Do Not Enter Without Hard Helmet!” The cluttered piles of last week’s laundry and whatever equipment he had been using recently that wasn’t too large to be brought up the stairs might have daunted any normal human being but Mo. Weaving his way in between towering piles of clothes he wasn’t sure whether were clean or dirty, the tawny haired youth made his way purposefully across his room.
”Ah, here we go.” Removing Lulu from his shoulders, Mo bent down to pick up the pair of rollerblades he had been looking for. The instant she was removed from her perch Lulu gave a pitiful little yowl and hopped up onto his bed, reaching up with one paw to pat her master dolefully on the leg. Her expression was so hurt and pleading that Romeo couldn’t help but laugh at her and scoop the gargantuan feline up once more. ”Fine you can come with me, but don’t go thinking you’re there for anything but the ride. You, I’m afraid, aren’t anywhere near Elvie’s size. “
”And don’t you forget it.” he admonished her with a light tap on the nose.
Lulu only yawned widely, her long tail twitching in contentment at simply being so near her master’s presence. Mo rolled his eyes and with a smirking grin of his own clamored down the stairs.
”Elvie, here girl! Evee, come!”Mo called, whistling a little tune that sent the family’s four year old red-tri Australian Shepherd skittering across the kitchen on a direct intercept course. Her furry behind’s furious wiggling as she skidded to a halt just in time made her whole body quiver with delight. Spying the rollerblades under his arm she became even more frantic, and as he reached up to pull her leash and harness off the hook where they hung behind the garage door, she danced a merry little jig that made her seem only a blurred red whirlwind. She obviously knew what this meant, as they had done it many times before, and her overpowering excitement that only a dog’s one sided, black and white, good or bad, mind could contain disallowed for her to contain such tremendous enthusiasm. The hyperactive Aussie leapt and fawned at Mo’s feet, her toenails clicking loudly on the kitchen tiles. Unable to get the harness around her, the tawny haired youth eventually had to resort to clamping his legs about her middle and holding her still furiously wiggling body until he could get the harness on. Accomplishing this task while both holding Elva bodily and attempting to balance Lulu around his neck was quite a feat, even for Mo’s extraordinary skills, and it took him several minutes of placating, juggling, and cajoling to finally get everything and everyone in order. Commanding the now only slightly calmer Aussie to heel, Romeo clipped the leash to her harness, adjusted Lulu around his shoulders, checked to make sure he had his house key, and dashed out the garage door.
Celebrity Avatar: It appears Heath Ledger has been taken (popular inn’e?), though I’ve not actually seen him used in any sort of avatar. I’ll work on coming up with someone else for Mo later.
((Also, I don't know if you want me to include first semester sixth year or not, what with all the plot stuff going on and how it affected Mo, or if I should simply leave it to be worked out in postage. *has caught up on all missed plottage-ness* It doesn't matter to me, either way works))
Edited by: counting sheep at: 2/26/06 3:14 pm
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