It’s not very often that l have to introduce myself. If you don’t know me, well, kudos for you. But you know, I was always wondering how to introduce myself when time needed. Of course I didn’t spend much time thinking about it. Like I said, people know me.
Everyone’s knows the Fallen Angel.
Some laugh when they hear that, but it’s true. I was kicked out of heaven by Boss man himself; burned my wings and waved bye bye. Of course everyone focus at the ‘fallen angel’ part and forget to ask my name. Or maybe they don’t really care to ask. If I do the dirty job for them there’s no need for names.
Thing is, I hate when they call me Fallen Angel, so I go by Lee. So there, I’m Lee. I’m the Fallen Angel. I’m going to make you cry. Or pay. Whatever happens first.
People come to me when they have lost every hope. They think I bring justice. I don’t. I figured, since calm and peaceful is not my style, why not make the best of it? The Boss doing the same for ages and I don’t hear any complains. But then, he’s the Boss and I’m too old to change my ways
I used to be such a good little angel. God’s favorite toy angel. Now I drink too much, I smoke too much., I have sex. I like sex, sex is good. If the other angels knew what they are missing, angels would fall like flies.
Anyway…man, this sucks.
I do apologize for the lateness of this introduction, but I suppose that making you wait could easily be passed off as part of the plan I had for the whole thing after all. Anticipation or something of the sort. Or perhaps...what is it the muggles put on the greeting cards? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? No matter.
What is important is that I am here now, right? Right.
My name is Sirius Black. Yes, I am a wizard, and a pureblood, and there was an incident with circumstances that lead to...my not-quite-death...and then another that was all a bunch of Ministry propaganda and I do assure you, I'm not as crazy as the papers made me out to be.
There was a war, just over a year ago. Many were lost. I came back. And since then, have been working to put together my life again, with my godson, Harry, and my...well, the son of one of my best mates, who was killed in that war...I suppose a grandchild practically, Teddy.
Remus (his father) just recently returned. We live in London. We're still picking up the pieces. I'm not sure there's much more to say...
So, hello. I’m Chase. Well, Dr Robert Chase to be exact. I'm a doctor and currently working as Head of Surgical at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Prior to that, I worked at the same hospital as part of the Department of Diagnostic Medicine under the infamous Gregory House.
I'm Aussie and have been living Princeton for around five years. I miss home, but Princeton has now become a comfortable substitute. I’ve only recently become one half of a “couple” and that really scares the shit out of me. In a good way, though. I can’t deny it’s really fantastic, however my track record suggests I could fuck it up at any turn. I really, really, really
hope I can pull off a small miracle this time because I may just be a little bit head over heels. But I swear it happened before I even realised what was happening!
My girlfriend/partner/lover/significant other is Marie D’Ancanto (justalilcontact
), though she prefers to go by Rogue. It’s been far from a fairytale romance, though it works for us. Okay, so it started with nothing but sheer sex in just about every place but
a bed, but again, that works for us. Like every couple, we’ve had our rough patches and patches that were so rough they were on par with wiping your arse with sandpaper. Though, they seem to have just made us stronger, as cheesy and toothachy as that sounds. And no, I’ve never really wiped my arse with sandpaper, however, I am
Aussie and have camped in the bush so being savvy in that area is never a bad thing.
So, that’s me. I’m Robert Chase, 30, a doctor (or surgeon to be more accurate), Aussie living in Princeton, who has found himself in a relationship with a gorgeous and sweet girl that he really hopes not to fuck up. My life in a nutshell.
MALIBU, CA - In a surprising turn of events, during the press conference following the destruction outside of Stark Industries, Tony Stark admitted that he was the man behind the Iron Man.[This Tony Stark is mainly movie!verse, and relying on the book's novelization and facts from the comics for backstory. His beginning point, as you can see, is the end of the movie so now it is known that he is Iron Man. He's open for RP.]
"It is in no way a prototype of a project that Stark Industries will be manufacturing for the world at large," he clarified over the commotion. "It was invented originally for my use only, and it will continue to be this way. As stated before, Stark Industries has ceased creating weapons to sell to the world. For now, this is the course that the company is taking until further notice."
When asked who was behind the other armor, Stark answered "it is still under investigation."
Obadiah Stane, CFO of Stark Industries, was unavailable for comment as he has apparently been traveling, according to his office. As to what will happen, and what official authorities will do regarding the Iron Man, remains uncertain. Tony Stark was unable to answer more question, as he was quickly escorted out by security and Lt. Colonel James Rhodes.
Hiya, I'm Gwen. Gwen Cooper, or Williams, I guess, seeing as I recently married my wonderful boyfriend of years and years, Rhys. We live in a flat in Cardiff and he manages a lorry business and…
Well, I guess I'm not really here to talk about him, am I? I have a complicated life, due to a very complicated job. It's a bit dangerous, too. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but sometimes it's hard not to. What can I tell you about it? Well, I suppose can say a bit. I work for a special operations unit. We drive a really big, black SUV, and we get into a lot of trouble, and drink even more coffee. We also save the world, generally everyday. Even on weekends, which Rhys does not always appreciate.
But believe me, it's made my life quite an adventure, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
For a while I wanted a normal life; children, a proper house one day, all of that. Then, one day, everything I knew about the world changed. I’ve seen strange things, horrible things… the monsters that lie in the shadows. Now, a normal life seems so small.
I help save the world from monsters, and I love it.
But sometimes I wonder how much of myself I have lost to do it.
My name's Remy, but some know me as Gambit. I currently live at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester, New York and work for the X-Men. The accent is Cajun, not French, but I would not take offence if that error was made… France is a beautiful country and full of many beautiful
and rich, naïve people. I’m what they call a mutant and my power most revolves around the ability to charge inanimate objects with unstable energy. My weapon of choice is playing cards; I’ve made more than a mess of people with the usually intriguing Ace of Hearts in my time.
This is all new to me so lets just go with if you want to know something, ask. You never know... you might actually get the answer you want.
Always up for a tête à tête, so feel free to drop me a line.
- Remy x
Hi, I'm Ron Weasley. Yes, another one of those Weasleys and the youngest son to be exact. I've completed all seven years at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearly a year ago and have been in training as an auror with my best mate Harry Potter. Yes, you've probably already heard of him even if you've never seen him before in your life. I'm nineteen years of age and am living in London. Before that I lived at the Burrow with my parents and worked some with at my brothers' joke shop. It wasn't so bad really. Except when George insisted on testing out new products on his baby brother.
My girlfriend is Hermione Granger and I'm a lucky bloke so that she puts up with me.
Even if it's obvious she can't get enough of me.
Anyway, there's not much else about me that you'd probably want to know. Want to find out more, I'm sue you're more than capable of asking.
Hello, my name is Hermione Granger and at some point in the near future I need to go to Australia. Not for a holiday, even though it would be fascinating to see Wizarding practices in that particular community. I need to locate my parents and remove the spell.
I'm slightly terrified. What if they are content
without their odd daughter that will never be the dentist they always wanted me to be? What if their lives are better there? What am I to do then? I don't want to cause them any more turmoil.
I sent them there to keep them safe. England is safe again so I should bring them back. Is it selfish of me to keep them there or to bring them back? I can't decide.
I'm beginning to think this is not exactly what one should discuss in an introduction. Perhaps I should start over.
Hello, my name is Hermione. I'm a Wizard and I completed my final year at Hogwarts in the spring. I'm eager to start my new position in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Change is needed and hopefully others are ready to see that the rules and procedures for dealing with magical creatures are archaic.
It's a pleasure to meet all of you.
I'm horrible at this.
Hello! I'm Ginny Weasley. I never know what I'm supposed to write for this stuff.
Basically the rundown is: I'm 18 TODAY. (Happy Birthday to me!) This makes me an adult all across the UK, Wizarding World or not. Wizarding World meaning: I am a witch. I just recently finished at Hogwarts so now I'm working part time at my big brother's joke shop. But I want to play Quidditch professionally. I've a trial coming up. I'm a Chaser which makes it both easier and harder. Easier because there are three per team (plus alternates), harder because there are more of us vying for the spots. I'm good, though, no lie.
So I mentioned big brothers. I have six of them. SIX. Five alive*. Can you say overprotective? Yes, you can. Love them all though, tons. Even Percy. :P (That's me sticking my tongue out. I am totally on top of these muggle emoticons). Anyway, I love my family, we're the very best family in this here world and I'm not even a little bit kidding. Heroes every one of them and GOOD SOULS to boot. Shouldn't believe all Purebloods are evil any more than you should believe all muggle-borns are evil.
And then there's Harry. Harry's my boyfriend and nearly everyone in the Wizarding World knows who he is (there has to be SOMEONE who has been living under a rock for the last 20 years and doesn't, but pretty much everybody at least THINKS they know who he is). All sorts of people in the Muggle World have an idea they know him too. Well he's every bit the hero they say he is. But to me he's not Harry Potter, the Most Famous Wizard in the World. He's Harry, my boyfriend.
Think that about covers it. So. HELLO!! Birthday cupcakes absolutely welcome :D (<-Super Happy. Heart.->) <3*ooc: I can't keep track of who's dead and who's back, but as there is no Fred (or George) at fandom_muses I went with canon. If that doesn't mesh with everybody else, just say so :)
Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I really hate introductions mostly because people either have no idea who I am, or they already have an idea of who I am. I prefer the former really, because at least then they can accept me at face value. There has been loads written about me. To be perfectly honest with you, most of it is rubbish. You can't believe everything you read in the papers.
I suppose I should give you the basics. I'm nineteen years old, and am training to be an auror. A year ago I fought with my friends and extended family to end a war. I was one of the survivors. It was the second war that I survived. The first one took my parents, and gave me the scar that has fascinated most of the wizards in my world. There have been plenty of theories about why I survived, and none of them compares to the truth. My mother's refusal to stand aside and allow me to be killed resulted in her own death. That sacrifice gave me powerful protection which is the only reason I survived. I was not a powerful wizard at the age of one. I was simply another orphan in a war.
The second war ended at a high price to everyone who survived. My godson's parents were lost along with countless others. Most of them were children. My godfather came back, and I have been living with him and helping his cousin, my godson's grandmother, to raise my godson. It sounds a bit twisted, I realize. And now apparently my godson's father has returned, and I am in a bit of a state of shock. It will pass. I'm of course happy that he has returned. Teddy deserves to know his father.
My girlfriend recently completed her final year at Hogwarts so I am looking forward to spending time with her and my best mates. As well as reconnecting with Remus. Anyway, hello, I'm Harry Potter.