Post by alden oliver selwyn on Feb 11, 2012 3:54:34 GMT
alden oliver selwyn
SEVENTEEN - SLYTHERIN - PUREBLOOD- JAMIE BELL
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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"So what do you wanna know? How or where I was born? Who my parents where? Simple things like eye color, hair color, what makes me tick, what makes me smile? No? -sigh-. Well I guess we can start at the beginning and work out way from there huh?"
"Well I don't remember much of my birth, I don't think anyone does really, and if they do they are just bullshitting ya. From what they tell me it was a rainy day in Liverpool, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, if you count me coming into the world, then it was something odd -chuckles- Anyways, I was born to Dennis and Esmee Selwyn. If you can't tell by my middle initial I was named by my father, whose middle name is also oliver, not my mother. If I can recall I think she wanted me to be named Thomas or something like that. I might have like that name...Thomas. Could have gone by Tommy instead of Al, though it doesn't matter much now does it? -laughs-"
"I was raised in Liverpool from birth until the age 11. Those years were alright. I come from a pure blood family, with most of our ties going back to the death eaters and the followers or whatever you wanted to call it back then. Never really got why they chose to do what they did, but then again the world never makes that much sense. Sorry, I ramble, it's what I do. Back on track! Old dark empire. Yeah, most of my family sprouted from that or in that, so I lived in a very serious household growing up. That household consisting of me mum and dad and also my older sister. Gah, ow I loathe her. 'Give me this, give me that. I'm such a good girt cause I was sorted into Gryffindor' -rolls eyes- I'll get more on that later.
Anyways, we were raised in the the whole told to do this, and do that, and hate muggles, and hate muggle borns mind set. None of it made sense to me. Hell, I was only what 6 when they tried to shove this down my throat! I don't think I'd make any sense of it let alone world peace. I was only interested in playing with toys, something that my father hated. I think it was when I was seven he threw all of mine out, told me that I needed to grow up quicker. Well you got 'yer wish father -winks to himself- Ha. What an ass."
"Life carried on though. I 'grew up', at least by my father's definition, having nothing to do with those that were outside the family's list of friends or business partners. I went with him on business trips, sat in on meetings, began to study french and russian so I could understand what was going on. It was horrible really, I just wanted to be a kid, use my imagination and what not. I got my chance though. At eleven I went to Hogwarts to start 'bettering' myself as my father liked to call it, though really I saw it as an opportunity to be myself. I was sorted in slytherin, like the rest of my family,well save for miss fancy pants though, and well things were normal for the most part. I made good grades, I kept to myself, though I did pick on this one boy though. Ryan? Was that his name? I dunno. All I know is that Hogwarts made me become what my father hated...
I was pulled from school Fifth year after using a rather nasty hex on a first year, and then caught hosting house parties in the Slytherin dorm rooms. Let's just say that it involved strip exploding snap card game. The rest of the year was spent with my father on business meetings. He wanted me to become like him fully, start trying to take over the family business. That reminds me, you know those self cleaning pots and pans yer mum uses all the time? Well my great great grandfather invented those, and well the whole company has been passed down from generation to generation. Back to the main point though. He tried to teach me all there was to know and instead I drank and partied with all his business associated daughters and sons, though mostly the daughters. Well that didn't do well for his image, but I will say I had a nice little profile shot in the Daily Prophet that year."
" Things started to get juicy though, if you wanna call it that. My father had given me an old family book at the beginning of those business meets, had a bunch of curses in it, dark stuff, things that I thought were silly and began to play around with. Well, turns out they weren't so silly, especially when I got mad at a family friend and had his skin turn inside out. It was frightening, yet exciting at the same time. I dunno how to describe it. Maybe like when you electrocute yer'self on accident, you get that nice jolt that terrifies your soul but underneath your skin you're all tingly. Yeah, something like that. Either way, I loved the feeling of it, and well I kept it up. My studies in school didn't dwindle at all, but every night I was up, reading page after page, learning new and more exciting curses to preform."
"Now it's my final year, the year before I get to go out and try to find something to do with my life -rolls eyes-. Sadly, I don't have a choice. As soon as I graduate I am to enlist into my father's company and begin learning how to manage and support it so when he croaks the Selwyn legacy can live on. Ugh. He needs to just turn it over to miss 'look at me every waking moment of every hour'. She's already graduated and can successfully run that business."
-sigh-
"Well that's that. I dunno what else to say and you seem like you are through asking questions. Guess that means I can go? Really? Alright well see ya around."
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Jayy?!
gender: male
age: 19
contact: PM for now, will post AIM and MSN later on
how you found us: from another site I was on
other characters: none yet!
experience: six years
role play sample:Hogsmeade. A place for all the school kids to run off to when the weekend came around after an impending darkness that could be only known as classwork, or at least that was Marcus' case. He was a smart boy, well over his education for his year and studies, but because of that he simply didn't want to try anymore. He wanted a challenge and to him Hogwarts just didn't provide that feeling anymore, especially when half the classes were reviewing older work from previous years as a sort of "refresher course". Pathetic. If you didn't get it the first time around, then you won't get it the second. That was Marcus' attitude, and it served him well during his years in school. But, none of that mattered now. What mattered was the weekend was here and that meant late night parties and roaming around Hogsmeade with his inner circle.
Today though, his inner circle had plans of their own. Nick had decided to run off once again with Darla, and Anthony wanted to get in some practice for the game, which meant Marcus had the day to himself, but alone. Not a problem. He had been alone most of his life anyways, that didn't matter. Really, they weren't even his true friends, just objects that he had deemed usable for his dirty work when the situation arose. So with his plans set, he got dressed, pulled a scarf around his neck, slipped on his coat, and made his way to the little village. His shoes hit the cobbled stone streets, clicking against the stone with each step he took. It hadn't even been five minutes before he found himself colliding with some girl. "Did your mum teach you how to walk? Must of been a drunk." He spoke up before she did, giving the girl a rather dirty look, but then his green eyes gazed upon one Chelsea Rosier, and his attitude did a 180. She spoke, apologizing for her actions, called him handsome, and even made a bit of an effort to graze his chest with her hand. He grinned a little at that last bit. "You should, but then again I can find myself walking a bit odd every now and again." He replied
The girl pulled her hand away and towards the necklace that hung around her neck, toying with it as she talked. Marcus didn't change his posture, but remained straight and tall with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his buttoned up coat, listening to her intently as she questioned his being here. Marcus grinned a bit wide as she called him The Great Mr. Harding, and he chuckled a bit before carrying on. "Well I was suppose to be here with Nick and Anthony." He began, "But, Nick had to go with Darla, and Anthony wanted to get some practice in before the next game." Marcus finished, making a little bit of a dirty face when Darla's name came up. Yes, Darla was lovely and she had her moments with him, but when it came to her and Nick, he absolutely couldn't stand the sight of them together. "So, now I am just roaming about." He tacked on. "Care to accompany me, miss?"
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