Jethro Dean Stevens- Second Year

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Let me light up the sky

[ Full Character Name: ] Jethro Dean Stevens
[ Character Gender: ] Male.
[ Country of Citizenship: ] United Kingdom.
[ Wand Type: ] 10 & 1/2 inches, Jarrah, Dragon Heart String Core.
[ House: ] Gryffindor
[ Year: ] Second
[ Blood Type: ] Muggle Born, some slight magical traces
[ Family & Friends: ]
Paul Stevens - Father
Lynett Stevens - Mother
Craig Stevens - Brother
Maddyson Cross - Best friend
Tristan Howard - Role Model

[ Physical Character Description: ]
Well Jethro is not really the one to fuss over his looks. He has general coconut brown hair, with some slight dashes of caramel brown streaked in. However it’s not just flat, nor down to his shoulders in a way, it only comes down to his eyebrows. Curling at the sides as it falls, his hair is usually soft, or silky because of its natural oils. A few centimeters from his eyes, are his eyebrows of course. Just the same colour as his hair, slithering across his eye line. Now his eyes on another note, are plainly dreamy. A set of clearly seen eyelashes surrounding them, the mellow blue eyes. A secretive sky blue is dashed through them, these inherited down from his father. Yep, that’s right, he’s the one who’s got those dreamy eyes by fact.

The skin on Jethro face, is one that shows softness, and sweetness. Sure it may sound girly, but hey, he can’t change that. Infact his cheeks, nose, chin and overall face, has not a freckle to be seen. Jet has a rather pinkness effect over his cheeks, and his nose is just average. His lips consist very suttle appearance, though you can see them of course. Teeth are no real worry for him however; they are practically straight, white and developed already.

Now cloths wise, he usually is in his comfy cloths that are made up of: Ripped Jeans, Board Shorts, Shirts, and T-shirts. Meh, its what this guy likes. So by playing regular sport, he is athletic, but no where near an fourteen-year-olds body build. Jethro also has a somewhat tan over his body, mostly from yes, playing sport. Not to mention the thin scar line on his right elbow, the product of a tree incident.

[ Personality Character Description: ]
Let’s try to narrow this down to 3 things. Social, Self and Sport. Social is mainly about his friends. Jethro will always stick by his friends, and is loyal to them in almost any circumstance. He finds it hard however, to let a good friend drift away from their friendship. He’s not one to cling onto someone in that way, nor badger them into friendship again, he will simply except their choice, and try to move on as best he can.

Self is also a must of his pertention list. Jet shall always stick up for himself in a matter, that’s when he’s not sticking up for his friends.
He most of the time only needs one voice inside his head, his. When in a place that needs something to happen, someone to take the lead, Jethro is always up for that challenge or need. He is proud to be who he is, and will not cower when needed himself.

Sport is another main impact on this guy’s life. Out of school, he plays oz-tag, touch football, hockey, basket ball and surfs when in the right area/ season. Pretty much a obsession has come into his life, with his father pushing him to be a sports mega star. Sure Jet likes these sports, but that doesn’t mean he wants to make that his over all career. Jethro has another passion, one that no-one would have ever expected…

But let’s also look at his typical boy side. Jethro Stevens is one little adventure seeker. He definitely doesn’t intend to put himself or anyone else in danger, but then again strife does occur. Best friend Ben and Jet have been known to explore when and where as they please. His mind is strong, so temptation does not cross his thoughts, this also makes him stubborn in a way. Yes, he has got bravery in him that makes his urge to explore even stronger. Sometimes, he can ever be your typical jock.

[ History: ]
Well we may as well start before Jethro as born. Yes, there were events before this milestone became dug, he infact has a brother. Craig being the original son of Lynette and Paul Stevens thought that everything was perfect until Jethro came along. He had his own room, loads of toys to himself and best of all, both of his parents. But on the 20th of April, Jethro Stevens was born; this woke Craig up to what was happening. No longer did he have his own room, no longer did he have all of his own toys to himself and now worst of all, he didn’t have his parents to himself.

Growing up with an older brother that has no want, or that felt no love for Jethro was hard. All Craig wanted to do was push the ugly monster out of the lovely family picture. Isolating him as much as possible, it almost worked in the near future. But by the age of 3, Jethro had been vacating his brother room, that was about to change. Lyn decided that is was only best if Jet had his own room, after all he wasn’t ever going to grow up with his big brother always around. The big move was all very relieving for Craig , he got a good percentage of his old toys taken from his room, even though his current age was 8, he got his room back. Jethro infact inherited the toys, this letting Craig get new ‘cooler’ ones.

So now it came to age 5 for Jethro, 9 for Craig. Though on this particular time frame, it was Craig’s birthday. So really it’s more like ‘Jethro age 5, Craig age 10.’ The usual birthday things happened: Birthday person woke up. Ran into parent’s bedroom, hugged them then asked for presents. Woke up rest of house… the however did not exactly happen.

Craig didn’t even have the slightest desire to wake up Jet. So the morning went on, the whole party things were planned. Only waking up at about 9, Jethro was shocked to remember what day it was. Rushing through the day pleading for his brother’s apologies, Jet ended up sitting in his room, not wanting to be around.

After that whole event had passed however, a problem erupted into the boys lives. Craig had become warmer to Jethro, though not how a normal brother would. Today was infact the night, this being the night that would bring them together. The night the Steven's were robbed. One summer’s night, the two young boys were being sat by a teenager girl, her name was Becky. Though as the night went on, the girl managed to fall asleep on the lounge, while the boys asleep up in their beds. Windows has been left open, plainly because it was a summer’s night and the robber had no trouble getting in. As the man snuck through the house, along his way he took gold and jewel encrusted things. He took antiques plates, and CD’s lying around. Though as he made his way up into the boy’s floor, the squeaky last step made them know someone was coming.

As he reached Craig’ room, the boy stood there at the door, he had definitely heard the squeak. Frozen with fear of what was on the other side. Jet however thought it only to be their parents, and if he was awake, why not go see them? As Jethro alone trod out into the hall way, the man noticed but a small boy standing in the same room as him. Only one thing went through his mind, as Craig opened the door the see and man standing there, at the precise moment the other two knew that the other was a threat. Jethro… As the young now 12 year old lunged passed the man, just to get in reach of younger Jethro, he was stiffly thrown to the floor by the older overpowering man, this of course was a shock. Taking note of what happened, the man made a quick escape from the boys without any more harm.

“You alright Jethro?” asked Craig. For once in his life, the young boy was worried about his little brother. “Yeah… wait you’re not mad that he didn’t take me?” added in a confused Jet. “No, Jet look I’m sorry for all of these past years… I guess I’ve just been jealous…” That night became the beginning of a wonderful friendship between both boys. Now they would play, talk, eat hang and generally be happy together.

Now at the age of 10, Craig at age 15, Jethro got into some real trouble. Now lets just get this straight, the poor boy did not mean to irrigate the older, bigger boy. The story goes like this: “So anyways, I ask’d Erin if she’d go out wiv me, know what she said?” said a certain boy called Ben. “I dunno, what?” Jethro replied. “She said ‘Oh My God! Ben sure I’d love to.’ ” Smirking he looked to Jet. “Oh Get over yourself dude.” Shaking his head and turning to the older boy who was about to some little kids money. “Wha’d you just say mate?” he snorted at Jet. “Not to you dude, cool it.” Jethro replied coolly. “That’s it, you‘re in for it you little twerp!” Brad spat. Next thing he knew, Jethro was sprinting for his life, escaping up a tree in the not-so-near-by playground. Scaling the trunk of a tree, he managed to climb onto a limb. “Come’n fight me you pip-squeak!” shouted Brad from below. “No way am I coming near yooooooouuuuuuu!” he shouted down, though some how he managed to loose his grip of the tree’s limb.

At the hospital, Jethro stayed in wing for about a week, having an operation from it all. So his mum being the Deputy of his school suspended Brad for 3 weeks, Jet being very pleased for once. After his arm had healed and the plaster taken off, it was reviled on his arm, that there was a small pink scar left in its trail. Of course this was what… 6 months or so later? Ben and the rest of the gang thought it was ‘fully sick!’ but Jet was just plainly happy to be back where he liked. Also in that same year, Craig has developed a girlfriend called ‘Delta’. Love has blossomed for him, and he has slowly been drawn away from his little brother, which Jethro understood and did't mind at all.

Now we come to the year of the Hogwarts letter. The barn owl coming to send the small envelope through Jethro’s letter slip was indeed a mystery for the young boy coming down the stairs. Just as that happed however, the phone rung. Taking the letter as he walked to the phone, Jet answered it. “Hello, this is Jethro.” He spoke politely “’Ello sunny, it’s me Pa.” the voice on the other end, was infact his Grandpa. “Oh hi Pa.” replied Jethro more calmly. “So did you get the letter from Hogwarts?” he asked more urgently. “Err… I’m just opening a letter, hold on a sec.” Jet replied in a more confused voice. As the tore open the top, and pulled out the letter, it was reveled that it was indeed a letter from this ‘Hogwarts’ place. “Err yes… what is it? It says it’s a magic school? What’s that about?” said the stressed boy. Then as his mother walked past and got a glance of the letter, she ripped it from his hands and read through it. “You talk.” Jethro said handing the phone to her in a confused way, before making his way into the kitchen to grab a snack.

Let’s just say that after a long conversation telling all on speaker phone, Jethro had been reviled to be a wizard that should be attending Hogwarts. Although the only reason he is to be, and his older brother has never, is because Jet was special from the rest of his family. He had the magical blood from his grandfather, those drops of blood of which the rest of his family did not have. Now he knew why he felt different.

Oh my, I think I’ve forgotten to mention to jobs and life factors of the two boys parents, well it’s never to late to learn. Jethro and Craig’s mother Lynett, being the Deputy Principal of their school, she has a tendency of being rather fussy about the boys. Wanting only what’s best for them, means have great grades, a social life with the ‘cool’ people and always eating healthy. This simply means that the boys get lower then A-, that’s exactable, but not wanting to happen again.

Then of course a healthy eating habit means that they are to eat 5 veggies per day, 3 fruit, 1 meat and 2 dairy: Can get quite overwhelming considering the stress of good grades and all.

On another hand though, father Paul is the one that you might not expect to be who he is. Having one of the most particular jobs one could have, Mr. Stevens is a fisherman. Yes, plainly he wakes up at 4:00am, is at the nearest beach by 4:45am, and then starts work at 5:00am. He catches all sorts of fish; making a lot of money while he’s at it. Enough to provide a grand holiday every year for the family. So pretty much the Stevens family is one of those wealthy ones, but that doesn’t mean that they are snobby. Going back to Paul, it is know for him to push his boys to their full performance extent, which in a way is good. They have indeed gotten used to their family, and never the less love it.

[Special talents/knacks:] Well being a muggle, Jethro has developed a high passion for sport. Out side of school he plays oz-tag, touch football, hockey, basket ball and surf’s. Within all of this, he has developed a good body build, and now gives almost any sport a go. However he does have a favorite. As his family travels every year, Jet always has a thirst for surfing. He has been almost all around the world, yet still loves the shores on Hawaii the most.

Then again, one would not expect this in an accelerating sports star to have this particular talent. He plainly loves to sing. At the school quire, he has joined for a number of years, extending his love for it, and on the plus side, he is actually very good. His voice not being the normal mellow one he usually has, not even a gruff or low voice, but infact a higher and calmer one at that. Singing in some circumstances can be a problem, like being teased about it. This makes a down fall of him, so rarely will you hear him sing alone.

[Role Playing Example:]
(This takes place when Jethro is about 13.)

Beads of sand flung onto the back of his legs, Jet’s sun-screened face grinned as she approached the edge of the water. Stopping for a moment or two, he scanned the water before running through into the cool liquid, with his white and blue streaked board at his side, skimming the water. Yes, he was finally on holidays, and yet again they had gone to Hawaii for a surfer’s paradise trip. But as Jethro approached water to his hip, he then flung the board in front of himself, before launching himself upon the deck of the board.

The water being warm, it was great to scoop his hands into the water, duck diving under most waves he could. Bubble’s and chopped water were now somewhat around him, and then as he realized he was being pulled by a slow though not very strong, rip.
However reaching the back of the breaking waves, via diagonal strokes, he managed to use the rip to get a range of where he wanted to be. The rolls of the oncoming waves could be seen from view, but that wasn’t where he needed in the end, he realized. So only paddling in a few times, now he was in the prime spot. Another few surfer’s could be seen from where he sat upon his board, though none that he knew from face. Admiring the sun was nice and all, but Jethro was out there to catch a wave, and that’s what he would do. Gazing out as he saw a set flow in, taking his chance he lay flat on the board, before paddling to position. Feeling the small lift of the wave, he paddled again, before getting the jolt upright. His movement was one, and just there he stood upright on his board. The feeling was great, air flying through his hair, arms out-stretched, it was awesome!

But then as the wave started to break, the lip curved into a barrel, before Jet had to swerve out. He wasn’t gonna ride the barrel this time. So as he watched the great wave turn to white-wash, he turned his board excitedly, before paddling out into the back again. Not through the rip this time though. “Whoa! Nice wave man! That was totally narly dude!” the talk of a surfer would have been. But no-one was even out in the surf anymore. Just as he had ridden the wave, everyone had disappeared. Instead, he relised the growing group on the beach near him. They were pointing at something on the beach… that could only be something bad from his view.

So taking the first wave in he could, Jet reached the white-wash before walking out into the waves splashed sand. As he got further to the people, he walked rather more urgently to the group. His knee length wetsuit half off, he looked over a rather plump man, and then stabbing his board into the ground behind him, pushed his way through the crowd. A small fat boy was sprinkling grains of sand over a chocolate ice-cream that was melting across his stumpy and rather porky hands. As Jet jump-stepped the shallow puddle of chocolate cream, he noticed the source of the group. There on the sand, was a large barn owl in front of a tall man wearing a polo top and shorts. In his hands, was a letter with dark green writing on the front. “Stop!” Jethro shouted as the man turned over the letter to open it. “It’s an unknown letter! Don’t open it, here I’ll take it and show it to my dad. He’s head of security here.” he stated grabbing the letter and scooping the owl and a bit of sand up. Anything would have done to get back his letter.

Putting his Hogwarts letter in his mouth, and then snatching his board out of the sand, Jet thought to himself, what was that pathetic owl thinkin’… god that might have been the end of my Hogwarts life...

Imagine what would have happened, if his letter had been opened?