Post by TRISTIAN AVERY on Jun 1, 2009 14:42:38 GMT
Name: Tristian M. Avery
Nicknames: No real Nicknames. Tristian doesn't really morph into a cute pet name easily... not that it hasn't been tried.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: February 6th
House: Slytherin
Sexuality: Tristian doesn't date often. So his sexuality isn't really explored, I suppose. Probaby straight.
Wand: Willow with a Veela Hair
Eyes: Bright green eyes, although usually cast downward or focused on random objects, they have the abilty to pierce into the soul.
Hair: Messy dark hair. He'd never admit it, but it takes a lot of time to make it just perfectly messy.
Height, Build: 6'1, average build. He doesn't play sports, but he has enough muscle for definition.
Known as: Tristian, if known at all, is known as the quiet moody type.
Style: Casual. Snug sweaters, almost always black, dark jeans.
Voice: Low and husky.
Boggart: Werewolves. He came close to being bitten as a child.
Desire: To find a place that he actally fits in and enjoys the company of others.
Patronus: An Eagle. To be able to free his wings and leave, fly, feel happiness.
Worst Memory: When brother and father were killed.
Amortentia: The smell of baking bread, pine, and cherry lip gloss drive Tristian crazy.
Veritaserum: Tristian doesn't talk about the death of his brother and father. People may know, but it isn't talked about.
Hobbies: Reading. Tristian likes to sketch and be creative, but he's no master artist. Facial expressions are just fun to capture.
Likes: Dogs, Money, Wizard Chess, Secrets, Playing Mind Games, Sketching, Potions, Angry girls, Muggle Books (not publicly, though), and dessert.
Dislikes: Giggling, Flirts, Know-it-alls, Smelly people, Agressive Teenagers, Fights, Idiotic Professors, Suck-ups, Concerned Strangers, and being pitied.
Strenghts: Tristian, although he hardly shows it, is actually a pretty decent guy. Deep down, he believes in equality, it's just easier to not fight what's happening. He's a good listener, and knows the scoop on almost everyone.
Weaknesses: Laziness, pride, and dislike of almost all people.
Overall Personality: Tristian has problems getting along with people. Ironically, he tries to be surrounded by them constantly. He would rather sit by a Gryffindor Loser than sit alone, which gets him in a lot of trouble with his fellow housemates. He talks about disliking all of his friends, but can't bear to leave them and have none at all. Tristian's a complainer, basically.
Tristian usually surrounds himself with the oddballs of Slytherin, for that's what he is. He isn't as manipulating as the rest, for no one in Hogwarts holds anything he could possibly want. He isn't power hungry, silly things like that seem pointless in the bigger picture to Tristian.
Tristian pretty openly expresses that the Marauders are funny, although immature.
Tristian himself can be funny, and often times is, but he lacks the understanding and purpose of most of his peer's humor. He can't get along with most of the boys in his year, for their choice topics of conversation bore him more than entertain. He's mostly just... unhappy, unsatisfied, longing. It's a lot to deal with, and it would take a whole fleet of women to satisfy his needs.. So most just stay away. "I don't mean to think I'm better than you, I just do."
History: Tristian's history isn't all that interesting. At least, the parts he's willing to reveal at this moment in time.
He was born into a family of two loving, although strict, parents, and a big brother. That changed, and for the last 14 years, Tristians been raised by his single mother in a large mansion, far away from Howarts. He's a bit of a mystery. :]
Persons of Importance: His mother is the most important person in his life.
Blood Status: Pure
Wealth: Tristian's mother has a lot of money. His dream to go and live on his own after Hogwarts. That will result in him soon becoming dirt poor.
OOC
Name: Katie
Gender: Female
Contact: myspace.com/youvegotkatie
How did you find us: Yahoo search for Marauder role playing.
Other Characters: None on here.
Role Playing Sample:
Cassandra La Fey, female Gryffindor.
"It was all there. It had always been there, blooming from within her freckled exterior. She was a writer, she’d been in training all of her life. So why couldn’t she write?
This wasn’t a novel.
It wasn’t an essay to be turned in.
All that was required was free flowing thoughts, her own words exposed for the harsh world to judge. She could start it off, give it a flare, even draw in most people’s attention. Her plans for ending were always poetic and unexpected. It had all the beauty, all of her works did… but none of the body.
Perhaps that also explained her life in some ways. For an unopened book, the cover was moving, the summary was enticing… But the interior never really held what had been promised.
Cassandra growled with frustration as she tossed yet another piece of parchment into the growing pile beside her, her tiny white hands tugging tightly at her hair.
Now don’t get the wrong idea, Cassandra was most certainly not lacking in the areas of confidence. While she could care less about her physical beauty, the girl was extremely confident in her abilities. She was intelligent. She’d grown used to being praised for her raw original creativity and ability to emphasize with even the most confusing of creatures. Her professors loved the way she was always looking them in the eye when they spoke, radiating respect rather that pure boredom or the desire to suck up to all adult figures.
Cassandra had loads of ‘best friends’, always the helpful strong backing in any situation. She was very well liked by almost all, even a large amount of the Slytherins. "
I can't get no... satisfaction.
Nicknames: No real Nicknames. Tristian doesn't really morph into a cute pet name easily... not that it hasn't been tried.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: February 6th
House: Slytherin
Sexuality: Tristian doesn't date often. So his sexuality isn't really explored, I suppose. Probaby straight.
Wand: Willow with a Veela Hair
Eyes: Bright green eyes, although usually cast downward or focused on random objects, they have the abilty to pierce into the soul.
Hair: Messy dark hair. He'd never admit it, but it takes a lot of time to make it just perfectly messy.
Height, Build: 6'1, average build. He doesn't play sports, but he has enough muscle for definition.
Known as: Tristian, if known at all, is known as the quiet moody type.
Style: Casual. Snug sweaters, almost always black, dark jeans.
Voice: Low and husky.
Boggart: Werewolves. He came close to being bitten as a child.
Desire: To find a place that he actally fits in and enjoys the company of others.
Patronus: An Eagle. To be able to free his wings and leave, fly, feel happiness.
Worst Memory: When brother and father were killed.
Amortentia: The smell of baking bread, pine, and cherry lip gloss drive Tristian crazy.
Veritaserum: Tristian doesn't talk about the death of his brother and father. People may know, but it isn't talked about.
Hobbies: Reading. Tristian likes to sketch and be creative, but he's no master artist. Facial expressions are just fun to capture.
Likes: Dogs, Money, Wizard Chess, Secrets, Playing Mind Games, Sketching, Potions, Angry girls, Muggle Books (not publicly, though), and dessert.
Dislikes: Giggling, Flirts, Know-it-alls, Smelly people, Agressive Teenagers, Fights, Idiotic Professors, Suck-ups, Concerned Strangers, and being pitied.
Strenghts: Tristian, although he hardly shows it, is actually a pretty decent guy. Deep down, he believes in equality, it's just easier to not fight what's happening. He's a good listener, and knows the scoop on almost everyone.
Weaknesses: Laziness, pride, and dislike of almost all people.
Overall Personality: Tristian has problems getting along with people. Ironically, he tries to be surrounded by them constantly. He would rather sit by a Gryffindor Loser than sit alone, which gets him in a lot of trouble with his fellow housemates. He talks about disliking all of his friends, but can't bear to leave them and have none at all. Tristian's a complainer, basically.
Tristian usually surrounds himself with the oddballs of Slytherin, for that's what he is. He isn't as manipulating as the rest, for no one in Hogwarts holds anything he could possibly want. He isn't power hungry, silly things like that seem pointless in the bigger picture to Tristian.
Tristian pretty openly expresses that the Marauders are funny, although immature.
Tristian himself can be funny, and often times is, but he lacks the understanding and purpose of most of his peer's humor. He can't get along with most of the boys in his year, for their choice topics of conversation bore him more than entertain. He's mostly just... unhappy, unsatisfied, longing. It's a lot to deal with, and it would take a whole fleet of women to satisfy his needs.. So most just stay away. "I don't mean to think I'm better than you, I just do."
History: Tristian's history isn't all that interesting. At least, the parts he's willing to reveal at this moment in time.
He was born into a family of two loving, although strict, parents, and a big brother. That changed, and for the last 14 years, Tristians been raised by his single mother in a large mansion, far away from Howarts. He's a bit of a mystery. :]
Persons of Importance: His mother is the most important person in his life.
Blood Status: Pure
Wealth: Tristian's mother has a lot of money. His dream to go and live on his own after Hogwarts. That will result in him soon becoming dirt poor.
OOC
Name: Katie
Gender: Female
Contact: myspace.com/youvegotkatie
How did you find us: Yahoo search for Marauder role playing.
Other Characters: None on here.
Role Playing Sample:
Cassandra La Fey, female Gryffindor.
"It was all there. It had always been there, blooming from within her freckled exterior. She was a writer, she’d been in training all of her life. So why couldn’t she write?
This wasn’t a novel.
It wasn’t an essay to be turned in.
All that was required was free flowing thoughts, her own words exposed for the harsh world to judge. She could start it off, give it a flare, even draw in most people’s attention. Her plans for ending were always poetic and unexpected. It had all the beauty, all of her works did… but none of the body.
Perhaps that also explained her life in some ways. For an unopened book, the cover was moving, the summary was enticing… But the interior never really held what had been promised.
Cassandra growled with frustration as she tossed yet another piece of parchment into the growing pile beside her, her tiny white hands tugging tightly at her hair.
Now don’t get the wrong idea, Cassandra was most certainly not lacking in the areas of confidence. While she could care less about her physical beauty, the girl was extremely confident in her abilities. She was intelligent. She’d grown used to being praised for her raw original creativity and ability to emphasize with even the most confusing of creatures. Her professors loved the way she was always looking them in the eye when they spoke, radiating respect rather that pure boredom or the desire to suck up to all adult figures.
Cassandra had loads of ‘best friends’, always the helpful strong backing in any situation. She was very well liked by almost all, even a large amount of the Slytherins. "
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