Post by Rahne "Wolfsbane" Sinclair on Feb 25, 2013 12:03:58 GMT -5
Harry Osborn
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Full Name: Harold Theopolis Osborn
Nicknames: Harry
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Straight
EW...
MUCH better <3
Location:
Origin: What universe? Marvel? DC? Other? OC?
Play-By: Omit if there isn't one.
Height: 6'
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Harry's a typical teenage boy in this regard, wearing jeans, t-shirts and jackets. His clothes are much more expensive than the average teen at Midtown high however.
Powers/Abilities N/A - YET
Team Affiliation: Midtown High Student
Personality: Harry's casual despite his wealth, cool, collected when he needs to be. Harry's not the smartest guy on the block when it comes to school but his social prowess more than makes up for it. However, Harry tries desperately to get his father's approval and it saddens him to see anyone disappointed in him.
Family: Norman Osborn (father) Emily Osborn (Mother)
Marital status: Single
History: Harry was born to the wealthy power couple Norman Osborn and Emily Osborn. Norman was ecstatic, as far as Harry heard from the family butler, to have a son and his loving wife. But alas the bliss didn't even last into Harry's memory. Weakened by his birth, Harry's mother died when he was two years old, leaving his father heartbroken and blaming his child. Since his wife's demise, Norman became aloof, not caring about anything his son did, causing Harry to try and win his father's approval.
Harry is pretty popular at Midtown High, trying his hardest to impress his father.
Sample Post: "Fuck." Harry had the quiz slid in front of him by the teacher who gave the rich student a bright smile. Harry smiled back politely before turning his nose down at the paper. Chem. Why had he taken this class again? Right because the alternative was biology and he couldn't tell a virus apart from a blood cell if they paid him. Not that he knew what the chemical make-up of a celery stalk was either. What was the purpose of learning all this bullshit anyway?
He looked around the class. Hopefully someone would be careless enough to slide their paper in a way so he could copy off of them. His grades were shotty at best and this quiz wasn't going to help at all.
"Pssst, Harry." Harry turned to see one of his friends speaking to him under his breath. "We're still on for skiing this weekend right?" Harry nodded.
"If I can get at least a C on this quiz, yeah," he mumbled, chewing on the eraser of his pencil nervously. Just ONE answer right would make him happy.
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