Post by arealon on May 12, 2011 23:04:48 GMT
aerilon rodolphus lestrange
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Aerilon Rodolphus Lestrange
nicknames: goes pretty much by Ares or Lestrange
birthday: November the fifth
age: Seventeen
house: Slytherin
blood status: Pureblooded
face claim: James McAvoy
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes:
+ tea with lemon
+ quidditch
+ torturing mudbloods
+ dueling
+ transfiguration
+ dark magic
+ dragons
+ playing the violin
+ being outdoors
+ making his mother proud
+ dragons
+ green apples
+ big dogs
+ dragons
+ toying with people
dislikes:
- Mudbloods
- blood traitors
- losing
- forgetting things
- potions
- people taking bad about his family even about his sister
- disloyalty
- cats
- wizard chess
- when his voices argue with him
- not having control
- being told to behave himself
- this final year of school ::what a waste::
- closed in, tight spaces
strengths:
+ Dueling
+ Curses
+ Loyal
+ Daring
+ Brave
+ Passionate
+ Cunning
+ Protective
weaknesses:
- rash
- outspoken
- envious
- jealous
- brewing potions
- over confident
- absolutely insane
veritaserum:
~ Killed three mudbloods last year
~ has heard voices since he was six, only Bellatrix knows this one
dementor: Ares's worst memory is from when he was fifteen. During the summer, traveling in Romania, Ares's wound up on the wrong end of a duel and spent the rest of the trip a peculiar shade of green. /// Ares's worst fear would for his family to be killed or imprisoned in Azkaban
patronus: Ares's best memory was from last summer. Being allowed to kill those mudbloods sent Ares into such a peaceful state that he had only faintly felt when he would play the violin. He's still getting that itch in his fingers but at least now he knows how to fix that problem... /// a bat
sexuality & relationship status: Straight & Betrothed
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
[/size]ill make your head burn - - -[/center]
father:
Rodolphus Lestrange 58 deatheater
mother:
Bellatrix Lestrange 58 deatheater
siblings:
______ _____ Lestrange 17 younger brother by a few minutes
Isabella Lestrange 16 sister
others: cousins to Lestranges, Blacks and Malfoys
overall history:
Ares was born into a family that many people didn't believe would have lasted long enough for any such thing to be possible. From the start, Ares was a troublesome child. Willful and not one to fall in line, when Bellatrix and Rodolphus weren't on the brink of killing him, they were glad to have such a strong son. Ares's temper grew as he did. He was quick to be violent and was still too young to understand the need to control such actions. Rodolphus was often taking Ares to the side and trying to teach the bright eyed five year old how to curb his impulses. They developed a close relationship and soon, Ares's public behavior improved. That was when the voices started. Whispers at first, always goading Ares into doing things. While saner folk would call the voices a bad thing, Ares didn't see it that way. They were a comfort and often led him to learn new things or embark on some mad adventure. He confided this to his mother. Bellatrix encouraged Ares to not shut the voices out but to remember the lessons his father taught him.
Aside from murderous whispering voices, Ares was a good son. Loyal to his parents, confidant to his brother and fiercely protective of his sister, family has always been important to Ares. He was tutored in magical history, basic spell theory and music from the time he was nine. Ares always had a hard time focusing and was frequently called on day dreaming. Dragons were his obsession from the time he was nine until, well it's never quite gone away. Ares is intensely fascinated with the beasts and had plots to get one for himself one day.
Getting sorted into Slytherin, Ares quickly fell into the usual crowds. He flourished at the school. Becoming more sociable and even rather charming, Ares seemed to easily draw like minded people to him. Joining the house team as a Beater, Ares got the reputation for playing too rough. Being a descendent of a family dubbed as mad, Ares got into fights from his first year and was no stranger to serving detentions. The violence involved in the fights steadily grew until his fifth year when his father reigned Ares back in.
Words against his family always sparked him off and launched him into a fury. And any Slytherin that dared to speak against his sister soon found themselves in a world of pain. He didn't understand why she was so different, but she would always be his sister. He wouldn't stand for anyone giving her grief. Such protection extended to his twin, of course. Ares was no model pupil, but his grades were decent, transfiguration and care of magical creatures being his strongest subjects. His skill for dueling was also considered formidable.
In the summer before the start of this year, Ares was down in Knockturn, stumbling home from a bachelor party for a friend. He ran across a small gaggle of mudbloods. Graduates from the last year, Ares had always hated them. The fight started off tame enough, words got more and more heated and before Ares realized, he had slain them. And not just slain them but utterly decimated them. His father had left the pub not long after Ares and found his blood soaked son in a quiet, calm daze. Cleaning the scene quickly, Rodolphus got the pair of them home. With Ares blood thirsty nature finally rearing it's head, it's clear that Ares is well on his way to rivaling his parents' insanity and dark nature.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Talia
gender: female
age: ancient-y
contact: pm
how you found us: ad hopping
other characters: none
experience: several years
role play sample:Another blissfully quiet day slowly passed through the island. That was just how Darce preferred her days to be. Lazy days chased with fiery nights, it was her routine and Darce wasn't looking to change it. Not just yet, anyways. She had plans, some more ambitious than others, but she wasn't in a rush to bring them about. Not when the day was as beautiful as it was today. The sun blazed down on one of the smaller, less popular beaches. Mostly a beach that just the locals used, it was one of Darce's favorite. She could pitch out a large blanket, plant her board next to her and not worry about her daily nap getting interrupted by an errant frisbee or volleyball.
Lying out since mid morning, Darce's thin body finally stirred about noon. She sat up and stretched, her spine cricking and cracking in a few spots. A few more people had set up on the beach since she use fallen asleep. Pushing her black sunglasses up onto her head, Darce threw on a little more sunblock before she pulled over her note pad. She stared at the unfinished thoughts for a moment, her pen tapping against the corner of the pad. It was frustrating the hell out of her. Writers block always killed her. She sighed and tossed the pad to the corner of the blanket. Her sunglasses fell back down onto her nose as she looked out to the waves. She smirked and grabbed at her board as she stood up. Brushing the sand off her white surf shorts, she headed down to the water and paddled out.
She had been surfing since she was twelve, most islanders tended to start around then if they got bitten by the bug. Darce loved it, it cleared her head and let her forget about anything that was bothering her. Running the waves for a few hours, Darce finally swam back to the shore. Shaking some of the seawater from her dark choppy hair, Darce fiddled with the strap on her black bikini top, before she gave her shorts a quick tug making sure they stayed on her hip.
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hey ! I didn't see the reserves on the list before posting his app. Sorry, I can withdraw him so the people that reserved can take them. Again, really sorry *embarrassed*