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Created on 2006-06-13 05:45:57 (#10440785), last updated 2007-07-05

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Name:	תעררי ױז בֿאָאָט (Terry Oz Boot)
Birthdate:	08-29
Location:	London, United Kingdom

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This journal was created for use in the role playing game

fiery_inception and is a work of fiction. Harry Potter and the world around him belongs to JKR, no copyright infringement is intended. Same with Elijah Wood. Don't own him either.
~~Dammit.~~

יְסוֹדִי

Character Name: Terry Oz Boot (his 'Hebrew' name is Moshe); photos
PB: Elijah Wood

Age: 19
Birthday: 29 August, 1980
Wand: 8.25”, Maple, unicorn hair (MAPLE TREE - no ordinary person, full of imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.)
House in School: Ravenclaw
Bloodline: Muggle-born

Political View: Sides, staunchly (as staunchly as someone as neutral as he is can), with the Order. Since his first days of ‘underground movement’ with Dumbledore’s Army, Terry hasn’t looked back. He was never inducted into the Order- although he knew most of its young members from Dumbledore’s Army (and Hogwarts). Being Muggle-born, Terry simply can’t get himself to understand the idea of ‘pureblood’- he thinks it’s all in people’s heads and probably doesn’t exist. It’s like race- or creed, just a way to segregate people. Blood is blood, skin is skin, and belief is belief. He doesn't support a structered extermination of a people, but neither does he support the idiots in office.

מַרְאֶה

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 141 lbs.
Eyes: Light blue- his most distinguishing feature, according to most. –But usually covered up by his thick, thick hornrimmed spectacles he's had since he was a child of eight.
Hair: Dark brown in colour- appearing black in some lights, which contrasts quite nicely on his pale skin. Cut- severed more like- at varying, short, sharp lengths all over his head. Usually worn in a messy style, although Terry can be seen from time to time with it plastered flat to his head- depending on his mood. There are also days when he feels a hat’s necessary and is forced to choose from his rather extensive collection of news boy caps, fedoras, golfing caps, baseball hats, knit hats, and more. (But no berets. In Terry’s mind, berets are equivalent to evil- just in the form of a hat. Wear a beret and you might as well sell yourself to the Devil.)-But this rarely happens, as it takes him hours upon hours (literally) to decide. ---And, as for other hair (facial!), Terry is usually clean-shaven.
Build: Small with little muscle, but not lanky- just small.
Dress Style: What can really only be described as geeky, with a hint of fashion (as absolutely contradicting as it sounds). A mix of casual and formal attire- suits with high-tops, sweater vests in Argyle. If it catches his eye, he'll wear it- appropriate or not. But no matter what he’s wearing, you can bet it’s kept in immaculate condition from the time he picks it up to when he takes it off. And he will never- ever- wear the same thing twice in a week, not even shoes (with the occasional exception of his old brown high-tops from Hogwarts). Sometimes he even washes his clothes up to five times before ever putting them on again (germs, you see). And if there is an outfit he really likes, Terry will buy it several times over so he can wear it, without re-wearing it. Terry is a naturally organised (well, he knows where things are) person—and his clothing reflects such, with buttons, extra pockets, and the like.
Basic Physical Description: Terry is a small man with little muscle or definition. Generally wearing close-fitting clothing, he’s afraid that if he wears anything too loose it’ll get caught on God-knows-what, and perhaps get him killed. And while he isn’t exactly stunning, Terry is not a bad-looking man. In fact, it’s usually his eyes that people are attracted to first (if they are attracted to anything at all), them being large (magnified by his spectacles), round, and a rather striking blue colour. His hair, a shock of darkness jutting messily from the order that is the rest of him, has a mind of its own and refuses to lie low unless completely drowned in gel.
Slightly fidgety, Terry has an array of ticks—knee-jiggling, eye-twitching, abrupt hand movements that tend to throw people off when they first meet him, often driving them away before he can get a word in edge-wise.
Defining Marks: Overall, Terry is a flawless being- on the outside, of course. His skin, never having really been exposed (over or otherwise) to direct sunlight, is as pale and smooth as the day he was born. Only the skin on his hands show signs of ‘abuse,’ as it were. Dry from being washed just a little too much- as well as from being dipped in so much developing solution, they are the bane of his existence.

אִישִׁיּוּת

Terry, while semi-normal in his school days, has progressed (digressed?) to a grey area that is somewhere between OCD and schizophrenia, where he has obsessions and compulsions- but doesn’t see them as unreasonable, just distressing. He has to have everything ‘just so’- and done in an order known only to him, fearing unknown consequences if left undone. As a child, he was this way as well; washing his hands until skin was coming off, having his mother do the wash with clothes until they threatened to fall apart, checking to make sure he turned off the bulbs hundreds of times, and a strange need to touch things as his brain commanded. At young the age of five Terry began therapy to help him cope with these unwanted compulsions- and to help him be more flexible- and it seemed to have worked for a while. 'Rituals' were down to an all-time low as Terry began his secondary education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was able to wash his hands once or twice and be done with it; he was able to wear his robes without ‘scourgifying’ them to threads…- until the War began, in which case he reverted back to his obsessions- dipping to an even lower level.
His mind, while still sharp, tends to overwork itself with its constant demands and thoughts, leaving Terry exhausted at the end of most days (which, really, is okay, because he has to be in bed at 9:00, or else.). Being well-educated, not to mention his father's extensive collection of anything and everything literary, has fed Terry his obsession of books. He loves to read- and read- and read.
Terry is, really, a pessimistic person. He tries to be optimistic, but fails- miserably. It’s hard to see the bright side of things, when- well, when one spends one half of the day in a dark room, and the other half of the day worrying non-stop.
As for ‘quirks,’ well, he has enough of those… ticks, twitches… He has a thing with socks- when he’s folding them, they have to be laid out first- all across the flat- and they have to be exactly even, and they have to be re-folded three times. He also has a very, very, very soft voice - making it rather hard, I'm sure, for others to hear him.
And yet, despite his oddities, with a quick mind, Terry is still relatively good at lying- there are no tell-tale signs of dishonesty, because the usual twitches are going off at regular intervals anyway. Not that he lies a lot, but if he needs to- and if he’s not busy distressing over something trivial, he can do it quite well. (Terry also plays the accordion, Theremin, keyboard, and keytar.)

פְּסִיכוֹלוֹגְיָה

Extrovert/Introvert: Terry is first and foremost an introvert. In fact, he has trouble making eye contact at times. He will, however, approach people if he has a problem- of any kind. But otherwise, Terry keeps to himself- he has no disputes about being alone, as he tends to be comfortable that way (that is not to say he doesn’t want mates, but.). Sometimes his ‘quirks,’ as it were, seem to confuse and puzzle people- and he’s hardly ever approached. Really, if he has nothing to say, one would be hard put to get anything out of him.
Boggart Would Be: Terry’s Boggart is an inconsistent thing, changing every few years or so. Generally it circulates between a few main… fears- visible germs, fire, an unlocked door, etc. But, he’s forced to face such things daily and considers it near routine (frightening, but routine). While he knows what a Boggart is, Terry has only ever come up against his once, and that was Third Year (at which time the thing was a stove- a gas one, with the burner still on-. Terry was not only frightened of an accidental fire, but also of somehow getting trapped in the oven (horror movies were no good.)). Now, if he were to find himself with a Boggart, it would be- as Muggleish as it is- a…mental hospital. As of late, Terry has found himself worrying incessantly about being shipped off for his uncontrollable behaviour, which, while natural and reasonable to him, seems to rub others the wrong way. His Boggart would probably shape-shift into a nurse trying to feed him pills or something of the like…
Patronus Would Be: Terry, who had once shown signs of promise with his Patronus in his school days, can produce nothing but a series of silvery wisps. Not that he ever tries…

מִינִיּוּת

Terry, to put it bluntly, is gay. He knows this and accepts it with open arms. He tried his hand with girls at school, but to no avail (largely due to his own hesitations). And while his sexuality is not entirely blatant to people, it usually presents itself after only moments into a conversation, it being a rather large part of who he is. While he’d felt awkward (sexually and otherwise) for most of his life and while he’d entertained the idea of being gay during his time at Hogwarts, it wasn’t until his Sixth year when he knew. His epiphany, as it were, came in the form of a poster, funnily enough. A fellow Ravenclaw and dorm-mate, Michael Corner, had a rather large picture (pin-up, really) pasted on the wall next to his four-poster of the late “Dangerous” Dai Llewellyn of the Caerphilly Catapults- the man, while fully dressed, was doing some sort of trick with a Quaffle that excited the imagination in a most unfortunate way (at least, when one slept in a room with four other boys…).
Terry, who had been, as his father put it, a ‘normal lad,’ single-handedly managed to turn his parents’ lives upside down with his coming out at the age of seventeen. It caught them completely by surprise (although they would later think back on how many signs there really were)- but not so much so, that they kicked him out (not that they really would have in the middle of a War, between Muggles or not). Being Jewish, it wasn’t exactly- permitted, but Selig and Raisa were not closed-minded people. While they didn’t approve of their son’s ‘choice,’ they didn’t spurn him because of it—he was their only child, after all. They had raised a bright boy- a freethinking person, with his own beliefs, opinions, and feelings- who were they to look down on him? He was who he was, and they would forever love him for that.

אֹרַח חַיִּים

Occupation: Just got a job as photographer/helper for a Mr Hopping in Ottery St Catchpole.
Residence: A flat in a building on Budge Row of the Cordwainer Ward of Central London.
Financial Status: Terry, along with everything else he hoards, hoards money. He has been saving things- money included, since he was a very small boy. And he would be well off, for the most part- for living in London, if he weren’t too much of a miser to spend any of it.

מִשְׁפָּחָה

Parents: Selig and Raisa (neé. Disraeli) Boot
Siblings: None.

Outwardly, the Boot family gets on well enough, although the generational gap that separates the parents from their son seems, in this case, to be a chasm- yawning, no less.
Selig, nearing his 60s, grew up during a very tumultuous time for the Jewish Community and learned early the value of self-image, something his son doesn’t seem to care about. He doesn’t understand Terry or his compulsions, always telling his wife they show weakness and lack of intelligence. He wonders, quite often, where he went wrong with the boy… He simply cannot understand Terry’s complete disregard for his culture and beliefs. Not to mention, Selig, a very spiritual man, had a very hard time accepting Terry’s ‘magical abilities’- for such things were nonsense, impractical, and wholly unorthodox. There seems to be little common ground between the two male Boots.
Raisa, a woman in her early 50s, is more lenient on her son than her husband Selig, and while she finds his behaviours (OCD-linked and otherwise) troubling, she tries to help him in any way she can. She’ll do his wash as many times as asked- she just wants him to trust her and to know she understands (even if she doesn’t). Raisa is proud, secretly, to have a son who is not like anyone else’s- and she, an art teacher for primary children during her time spent away from the film rental shop, finds him to be a sort of inspiration. She is really his only friend.
But, Selig and Raisa both love their son, no matter his shortcomings or idiosyncrasies- for they make him who he is. –As for the War, there was no objection to whose side they were on- the whole ‘pureblood’ idea was something a little too close to Aryan to be ignored. Genocide was not something either Boot supported.

הִיסְטוֹרְיָה

On August 29th of 1980 Selig and Raisa Boot welcomed their one and only son, Terry Oz Boot, into the world- unknowing as to what they were getting themselves into. In his early forties and Raisa in her late thirties at the time of Terry’s birth, the Boots waited until they considered themselves financially stable to have children.
Since both Raisa and Selig were raised in prominent Orthodox Jewish homes, they knew this was how they wanted to raise their son.
It was apparent from the beginning that Terry wasn’t like most children—he was an abnormally quiet baby that grew into an equally silent child. He didn’t even say his first word until the age of four—his first word, really, being an entire monologue about the filth underneath the sitting room sofa. (It was then that most of his OCD-esque symptoms began to occur. As if he’d spent so much time observing, that he knew to be afraid of things…)
It wasn’t really until the arrival of his Hogwarts letter at the age of 10 (he hadn’t yet had his birthday) that Terry could honestly say anything noteworthy had happened in his lifetime. Sure, he’d been close to being sent to an institution, but was that really noteworthy? No. In fact, to Terry it didn’t seem important at all-.
At Hogwarts, from his first year to his last, Terry managed to stabilise himself; his thoughts, and his actions. He made friends, as best a Ravenclaw can, and he attempted relationships. He was, for the first and last time in his life, normal—or at his most normal point.
There was a time, during his fourth year, if he remembered correctly, when he actually tried to make something between himself and a certain Luna Lovegood. He liked her- or so he thought, but she was, as usual, quite oblivious to his feelings and otherwise. Of course, this was probably for the best, because he tended to get rather awkward with girls when they returned or initiated feelings. And then, naturally, there were the boys. But- until his realisation in his sixth year, all attractions were blown off as feelings of friendship and the like (as utterly improbable as it was…).
Also during his fifth year, Terry joined Dumbledore's Army- along with some mates, which he really... found interesting. It was one of the first times he felt connected with others. He intended, fully, to help fight Voldemort (or You-Know-Who, as he was more commonly known)- but...
During the War, Terry’s family went into hiding somewhere in Northern Britain, where no one heard a word from them until all destruction had come to an end- Selig Boot, who owned a Muggle film-rental store with his wife, Raisa, in Thaxted, Essex- decided not to take any chances with his family and did a runner. This was vehemently protested by Terry, who disliked changes to his routine, necessary for survival or not.
While his parents were Muggles, they knew the basis of the War.

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