YULE, jason

[jason yule]

JASONMARCUSYULE
there is a house in new orleans

lovely conjunctions and phrases
PLAYS ON A FEW WORDS YOU NEVER MEANT

full name: Jason Marcus Yule
alias/nicknames: None
gender: Male
age: Twenty Seven
birth date: November 18th
hometown: London, A Small Apartment
heritage: Halfblood
house and year: Hufflepuff alumnus
occupation: Professor, Howarts, Muggle Studies
wand information: , Mahogany, Phoenix Feather, and slightly stiff..
other magical devices: Broom; Cleansweep Seven. A Revealer.

it's never quite that innocent
SO TAKE IT BACK ALL THE WORDS YOU SAID

distinguishing features: There is nothing much that makes this guy look any different from the person who could be sitting next to you right now, on the train, on a bus, anywhere really. Oh, but he does have a tattoo he got when he was knocked out once, but that's a story for a different time. A Crow, on the front side of his body in the curve of his hip, holding a yellow and black ribbon.

appearance overview: Jason Yule, so little there really is to describe a man as plain as he is. It's not that he isn't a nice sight to behold, rather that he's not incredibly bold to look at. He's not someone you really remember. You can meet him on the street, talk to him for an hour, not see him for a week and his name will elude you. He's been forever known as 'oh, that bloke'. Jason is an average man in every aspect, standing at a rough estimate of 5 ft 11, he's not that imposing to look at, not very memorable. His hair is a copper shaded brown, cut short enough that it doesn't go pas his ears, but long enough that it still looks as messy as you can get. Only once has Mr. Yule been seen with neat hair, and that was once he was soaking wet. Jason has a broad face, set with a large nose and grey eyes under wide brows. He's not breathtaking, hell no, but he's got a handsome enough look to get a few nice smiles directed his way.

His usual outfit consists of a lack of any fashion sense what so ever. And I do mean that. Sure, there are a few occasions he dresses smart, that usually consists of a suit type jacket, trousers and a plain top or shirt. His 'smart dress' is basically for work and that's it. For everything else, he just dresses as he likes. Normally loud tops and big jeans that have to be kept up with a belt for the sake of common decency, not only for his ankles sake.

portrayed by: Shawn Ashmore

there's a burning inside of my soul
WE ALL WANT MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE LIFE

likes: Shiny Things, English Literature, Annoying People Himself, Travis, Crowds

dislikes: Slytherins, Drink, Large Bodies of Water, Toads, Being Alone

strengths: Always Happy, Treats Everyone The same, Confident

weaknesses: A Bit Too Loud, Too Open, Is Too Trusting

skills: Although not really a skill, he's very good at getting under people's skin and annoying the hell out of people, but also good at making people laugh.

goals: Jason has very few goals in life, some are rather stupid (such as his goal of training Travis to stay out of the fridge) and some are more serious (like him wanting to educate his students). The main gaol would be to find a person he can trust and reply on enough to love.

fears: He's scared of being completely and utterly alone. He can't stand it. Also, Jason has a pretty big fear of large bodies of water.

patronus: A Magpie – while rather grim and a little less happy then himself, it does hold one of his most well known traits: his love of shiny objects. Plus he thinks they're cute.

personality overview: I invite you to image the mind of a small child, only one a bit smarter then your average six year old. There you go. That's most likely Jason to a tea, only missing out the intellectual bits he sometimes – and I mean sometimes – shows. He's a good person though, so we can forgive his little – okay large – short comings. If you can manage it that is. When I say he's like a small child I mean it. Small things make him happy and large things tend to either upset him or appear to confuse him. It's quite obvious that he knows exactly what it is you're on about, but he likes acting stupid, just to get you a little more aggravated, and just to make someone annoyed. Getting under peoples skin is a game for him, even though he doesn't do it to be mean. Quite often he's just getting someone to notice him, only going about it the wrong way because he doesn't know what else to do. Jason is sort of like that boy you knew in school, the one that never really shut up. You know, the one that was always badgering you, annoying you and simply getting on your nerves? But everyone seemed to like him? A charmer in a sort of childish way, he can capture your heart with his little antics, or make you hate him in a heart beat for being a brat with very few manners.

He has a simple view on life, mainly revolving around his small and nearly invisible social life. If going out at the weekends and not getting completely and utterly smashed with your mates can be classed as a social life. Mr Yule does not like alcohol, in any shape or form. Not only is he seemingly a light weight when it comes to drinks, but his hangovers always seem to be much worse then other peoples'. He doesn't understand it really. But indeed, drink is off the menu for him. That doesn't mean he doesn't like a night out, he does enjoy messing around with a few friends, just as long as there's no drink involved. Jason let's other around him drink though. Why stop people from killing their own livers? Who was he to stop them? They seem to be doing fine so far. He's placing bets on who's liver will go first inside his head whenever he watches people drink. To him there is black and white, alcohol coming in the black. Everything is pretty simple for him. There are the good things, and the bad things. There's nothing in between the two. Large bodies of water are black of course, because you can always fall in them and get dragged away by a current to drown. Travis, his pet rat, is white of course, because he's a bit stupid and is a nice animal to talk to. With Mr. Yule's childish view on the world, there is his love of shiny objects. Yes, shiny objects. A small tick in his system you could say, well, a pretty large one. Wave a shiny thing in his face and he's likely to become interested in you instantly, and if he sees something shiny he's likely to stop a conversation with 'Ooo, shiny'.

He generally treats everyone with the same attitude; minus of course those with higher positions then him like, say, the Minister of Magic, or the Head of Hogwarts. Other then that: no one is getting away from his annoying tendencies. It's true. You're doomed. He's not going to back away from you just because you're different, or because you don't like him. He's the sort of person to talk to you no matter how you treat him or act around him or other people. Sometimes this isn't a good ting and he can end up sticking his nose into places it shouldn't go; and that can get him into trouble. But hey, what's a little bit of trouble going to do? Apart from possibly hurt him...A lot.

A trusting man, this Jason Yule, he's more likely to tell you everything about him then keep himself to himself. Seriously, tell him a secret the whole world might know before the day is over. Doesn't mean you can't trust him, Jason isn't the sort of person to lie to you, but he's not the best secret keeper in the world. He instantly trusts people, except for Slytherin alumni or the general Slytherin population. Everyone is a friend, rather then a foe, to him, so he's not going to mistrust anyone himself with anything about himself. And that's ruined him once or twice. Relationships fail for him most of the time because he trusts those he does have a relationship with completely, and that makes it easy for people to use him. He bounces right back of course, what could keep someone like this down and out for the count?

everyone's scared somebody knows
WE HOLD IT INSIDE, YEAH, THAT'S HOW IT GOES

immediate family: list]Samson Edwards, Father, 57, Pureblood, Unknown Occupation
Holly Yule, Mother, 56, Muggle Born, Shop Keeper In Ireland
Juleia Smith, Half Sister, 12, Muggle – Deceased[/list]

extended family: Kristian Smith, Step Father, Muggle, 54, Shop Keeper in Ireland

spouse: None
offspring: None

pets: Travis: A Russian Blue Agouti Rex rat that's been with him two or so years now. A nice, loyal little thing who has a liking for crackers.

history:
Most of what happens in any wizard or witches life happens when they go to Hogwarts; but there's that large chunk of life before that, a whole eleven years in fact, and we can't ignore that now, can we? Anyway, t we do ignore such an important part of his life then we'd miss out on quite a bit. Before even that we have to cover a little about his parents, because without the story of how they got together we wouldn't have the story about him now would we?

Holly Yule made her way through her school life by lying and cheating past everyone she could. No one she knew understood it, and everyone else just didn't know. A muggle-born had been sorted into Slytherin! How was this possible? But sorted she had been and quite simply there was no way of getting out of it. None of her friends were invited 'round during the holidays, no one knews where she lived and god forbid should she mention her parents! Everything she did was was lies, lies, lies. Except that was for her love of Samson Edwards. While no where near on the level of the Malfoys, he was one of the 'top' students if you like, but over looked. He hated that. Sleeping around with Holly was simply a way of getting credit in his last year at school, making the grade. If he knew he would end up getting her pregnant he would have never done it. Or maybe he would.

For a year Holly managed to keep her child a secret, still not telling anyway about her parentage. She moved around London, crashing with mates in a different flat every week before she found a job in Diagon Alley, in Flourish and Blotts. That in itself was the start of her undoing. He found her, looking over Jason in the shop one day and was shocked. Using as much charm as he could he wormed the information out of her and took the boy away, not that day of course, but he managed it. From that day on Jason lived with his father, only managing to visit his mother on weekends, and even that was hard because her life was falling apart at the seams. As he grew older, and the weekends at his mothers grew a little longer, he started to rebel against everything that was his father. Don't play with muggles, he played with them. Don't go in my study, he did. Indeed, he learnt more about magic from sneaking looks at his father's books then he did from his father. Some of the books there...might not have been the best of things for a young child to read, but they helped Jason simply be himself.

The letter from Hogwarts was little of a relief, in fact he didn't like it one bit. Children are usually against change, and Jason was even more so. It meant less trips to see his mother. The only way Samson ever managed to get his child to go was by telling him he could spend half the holiday with his mother. By that time she had already married and her life was back on track, she even had a daughter, Juleia, three years younger then Jason. Once there he set about ruining any reputation his father still had among the parents of the students there. For one he was sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin as a good son of two, supposed, purebloods should. Second of all, he made sure to insult every single Slytherin in his year. His father nearly disowned him once he returned from school, but Jason escaped to his mother's who was now living in Ireland, with little to no connection to the magical world apart from Jason. It was during his third year that his little sister died, at the age of twelve, by falling off a boat into the sea on a day out. His mother never really recovered and his trips started to become less and less, until he rarely saw her.

His seventh and finale year at school was one that he made sure was nothing to remember. He did all his work, didn't mess about (much) and was all in all a good student. Once that was over he was out of his father's life, and his mother helped him buy a small flat in London to help try and bridge the gap that had grown between them. Once they were both talking to each other again she managed to tell him that, well, he wasn't a pureblood at all, and to tell the truth Jason didn't really care. Jason went out to India and Russia with some friends for a few years, God knows how they managed to afford it. Once they ran out of money though they were forced to come back. He began job hunting, working as a cover teacher for a few magical schools, but never managing to hold a job full time. He worked around in Diagon alley for a while, and that didn't work out to well either. Because of that he owes a few debts here and there, and despite many calls from his mother he refuses to accept any sort of help from her regarding money. Besides, even with his money issues he brought a pet rat two years ago, called Travis. However, it seems life is finally turning around for him. He's got a stable job at Hogwarts as a Professor, teaching a subject he knows rather well in fact: Muggle Studies.
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roleplay sample:

And. That. Stupid. Clock. Just. Kept. On. Ticking! Would it simply keep on and on in a stupid attempt to make him give up and jump out of the window? Seriously! It must hate him for some reason. Why did he have a clock in here anyway? He should just throw it out of the window and see how it liked it! Wait...What? Oh well. But still, he shouldn't have to deal with this right now! He had important things to be doing. Which was why he was half sprawled across his desk with a pen kept between his top lip and nose, and had been doing so for the past fifteen or so minutes. Yes...Very important things to do. Like...Fill in this annoying job application on his desk, that would be a good thing to begin with. Only...He really had no idea what he was supposed to be writing. The form was cleanly laid out with nice, bold headers and descriptions for everything, but when it comes to writing about why you wanted a particular job, he just ran out of ideas. The name, age, gender and date of birth bit was easy (saying that he'd already got the month wrong on his date of birth twice), it was the personal bit that was hard. And that clock was not helping!

Jason Yule, yes Jason Yule, had put off a night out with friends to fill in a rather stupid job application and spend the evening listening to a really annoying clock rather then help his friends kill their livers. Now he would have no idea who to place bets on any more! This would murder any social life he had! Did he actually have a social life? He wasn't sure, but he had been spending a lot of time at clubs recently, so he supposed he must have something resembling a social life. He sighed, letting the pen drop as he rolled his head around. He needed a distraction! Right...Wand where were you? Oh, right over there. Jason glared over at his wand, right by the clock on the other side of the room. Did he really want to get up? Did he really want to go closer to that infernal mechanical device that was making his life a living hell? Not really...So! He had to find another distraction. That made him a little happier, as he sat up straight and nearly feel back onto the floor because he had forgotten he was sitting on a stool. Stupid thing that.

It was as he was flailing wildly for the edge of the table that he finally saw his small, furry, blue coloured friend. It was at the same moment that Travis realised he should have fled while he had the chance. Or he would have if he wasn't asleep. The next thirty seconds were spent poking the poor creature in an attempt for it to wake up. Jason stopped sighing as he slumped back onto the table and swung his legs like a child. No. Travis wasn't waking up, that meant no distraction and he had to get back to writing this stupid form out. Why was he even bothering? He wasn't going to get the job. Hogwarts accepted only the best. Well, he could hope, right?