Post by Dax Watson on Dec 1, 2010 2:19:51 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Daxter Horacio Watson [DAX]
Gender: man!
Age, Birthplace & Date: 17, Sheffield, 25th of March
Bloodline: Pureblood
Alignment: Neutral, but more EVILLL than good.
[The "Real you"
Alias : Evie!
Disposible time : A lot!
Site you on which you found us : Proboards support.
Full Name:
Gender: man!
Age, Birthplace & Date: 17, Sheffield, 25th of March
Bloodline: Pureblood
Alignment: Neutral, but more EVILLL than good.
-Appearance-
Hair: relatively short and messy, Dax's hair is a medium dark brown in colour.
Eyes: Brown, wide-eyed, heavy lidded.
Body Type: Tall and lean. He is over six feet in height, and very skinny.
Unique Features: None.
Animagus: Nope.
More Detailed Physical Description : Dax is lean, and not tanned but not pale either. His voice is soothing. He likes his hair when it's messy, rather than slicked back which he was forced to do during important functions when he was just a young lad. He is quite attractive, without the flawless cheekbones and tan of a model, but with something more daring about him. His skin has some blemishes, such as stray freckles and moles here and there.
Hair: relatively short and messy, Dax's hair is a medium dark brown in colour.
Eyes: Brown, wide-eyed, heavy lidded.
Body Type: Tall and lean. He is over six feet in height, and very skinny.
Unique Features: None.
Animagus: Nope.
More Detailed Physical Description : Dax is lean, and not tanned but not pale either. His voice is soothing. He likes his hair when it's messy, rather than slicked back which he was forced to do during important functions when he was just a young lad. He is quite attractive, without the flawless cheekbones and tan of a model, but with something more daring about him. His skin has some blemishes, such as stray freckles and moles here and there.
-Personality-
Boggart: little children everywhere.
Mirror of Erised: Dax sees himself with power, and lots of it.
Patronus: PUMA!
Temperament/Allegiance: Dax thinks for himself, and only for himself. He thinks of the world as an 'eat or be eaten' sort of thing. The strongest should survive.
Likes/Dislikes:
- Girls
- Bacon
- Potions
- Guitar
- Reading
- Music
- old people
- his younger brother, Arlo,
- herbology
- his mother
- wimps
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
- confident
- attractive
- can play guitar
- lying
- charm
- arrogant
- stubborn
- mean
- over protective
- short tempered
Whims/Habits: doesn't show emotion much.
Detailed Personality :
Dax doesn't like to show emotion - when with strangers he either smiles a lot, or gives a blank expression. He's independent and enjoys solitude, but still prefers being with friends as he gets lonely faster than others. Dax isn't prejudiced when it comes to houses, he doesn't mind though he often acts like he does. He thinks highly of himself, and with that, other people think highly of him as well. He's smart when it comes to potions and charms classes, but rubbish at herbology. He comes off as arrogant, which he is, and it takes a lot to wreck his self esteem.
Dax is seen as an arrogant git to most, and likes to hang around others that are like him, but he likes to be top boss. He's manipulative when he wants to be and he'll do anything to achieve his desires.
Character's Family :
PARENTS,, parents are split; [leslie watson - mother - stay-at-home witch] [harper watson - father - CEO of a magical corporation]
SIBLINGS,, Atticus Watson [twin] Arlo Watson [younger]
Boggart: little children everywhere.
Mirror of Erised: Dax sees himself with power, and lots of it.
Patronus: PUMA!
Temperament/Allegiance: Dax thinks for himself, and only for himself. He thinks of the world as an 'eat or be eaten' sort of thing. The strongest should survive.
Likes/Dislikes:
- Girls
- Bacon
- Potions
- Guitar
- Reading
- Music
- old people
- his younger brother, Arlo,
- herbology
- his mother
- wimps
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
- confident
- attractive
- can play guitar
- lying
- charm
- arrogant
- stubborn
- mean
- over protective
- short tempered
Whims/Habits: doesn't show emotion much.
Detailed Personality :
Dax doesn't like to show emotion - when with strangers he either smiles a lot, or gives a blank expression. He's independent and enjoys solitude, but still prefers being with friends as he gets lonely faster than others. Dax isn't prejudiced when it comes to houses, he doesn't mind though he often acts like he does. He thinks highly of himself, and with that, other people think highly of him as well. He's smart when it comes to potions and charms classes, but rubbish at herbology. He comes off as arrogant, which he is, and it takes a lot to wreck his self esteem.
Dax is seen as an arrogant git to most, and likes to hang around others that are like him, but he likes to be top boss. He's manipulative when he wants to be and he'll do anything to achieve his desires.
Character's Family :
PARENTS,, parents are split; [leslie watson - mother - stay-at-home witch] [harper watson - father - CEO of a magical corporation]
SIBLINGS,, Atticus Watson [twin] Arlo Watson [younger]
-Training-
Students—
Current Year of Studies: 7th
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Adults— n/a
Occupation: n/a
Professor of: n/a
Other Position: n/a
Students—
Current Year of Studies: 7th
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff
Adults— n/a
Occupation: n/a
Professor of: n/a
Other Position: n/a
-Character History-
Dax and his twin brother Atticus were partners in silent crimes when they were little. They were well behaved, up until Arlo was born. They loathed him, and taunted him frequently, framing him for things he didn't do, pulling pranks, anything that made the poor boy cry. It wasn't long before his parents divorced, and the twins moved out with their father into a much larger, more expensive house. Arlo stayed with his mother.
The two boys and their father had to visit their mother and younger brother every month or so, which Dax looked forward to, as one of his favourite hobbies was picking on Arlo. When the boys moved off to Hogwarts they were both sorted into Slytherin. They made their own circles of friends and grew more distant from each other. Both received monthly large sums of money from their father. As Dax grew older, he was brought up to begin to strongly dislike the other side of their torn family, and adapted a gradual hatred for his stressing mother.
[/size][/left]Dax and his twin brother Atticus were partners in silent crimes when they were little. They were well behaved, up until Arlo was born. They loathed him, and taunted him frequently, framing him for things he didn't do, pulling pranks, anything that made the poor boy cry. It wasn't long before his parents divorced, and the twins moved out with their father into a much larger, more expensive house. Arlo stayed with his mother.
The two boys and their father had to visit their mother and younger brother every month or so, which Dax looked forward to, as one of his favourite hobbies was picking on Arlo. When the boys moved off to Hogwarts they were both sorted into Slytherin. They made their own circles of friends and grew more distant from each other. Both received monthly large sums of money from their father. As Dax grew older, he was brought up to begin to strongly dislike the other side of their torn family, and adapted a gradual hatred for his stressing mother.
[The "Real you"
Alias : Evie!
Disposible time : A lot!
Site you on which you found us : Proboards support.
Sample RP:
Through tired brown eyes, the courtyard was seen as a haven - a place of refuge to contemplate, a wide area of fresh air and most of all, silence. It was an expansive space where students flocked to daily, but it was big enough so that apart from the babbling gossips, there were always separated areas where other, much quieter students could catch a break. Though at this time of night, a young Slytherin thought the courtyard to be empty. He wasn't aware of the time, but it was dark. So very dark. And cold, too. He was clad in robe upon robe, three layers to keep warm. Of course, there was probably a simple charm to keep him warmed up without dragging extra weight, but Dax Watson wasn't prepared to search his memory for it. He wasn't really prepared to do anything.
Now, any onlooker watching the young lad would think of him as very strange, up at all hours wandering down to the courtyard alone. Not many realised that Dax had a problem. It was common amongst people around his age or older - insomnia. And there was nothing that he felt like doing about it. He made frequent night time visits to the courtyard and other grounds at Hogwarts, sometimes getting caught, but he was always very careful not to. It helped him get thoughts out of his head and clear mind. He used to go further, the furthest possible place, and shout. He shouted till his mind was numb, and no one ever heard him. No one would suspect it was him screaming, anyway. The forest itself had creatures hiding in it's depths that were louder than he. But he soon grew out of it, and realised that shouting wasn't the best solution. He preferred to think it out - take in his surroundings and think about them - lyrics, poetry, music, anything, really. Whether they were frightening or beautiful.
And at in the night, the courtyard was both. Dax collapsed on the nearest bench and stared up into the sky, trying to count all of the stars. His vision was blurry, but his mind was now buzzing. Numbers, numbers, Van Gogh, colours, numbers, numbers. Trying not to blink. Eyes dry. Lonely. Lonely. He felt the word stab at him, but there were too many stars in the sky to pick which one to wish on.
Through tired brown eyes, the courtyard was seen as a haven - a place of refuge to contemplate, a wide area of fresh air and most of all, silence. It was an expansive space where students flocked to daily, but it was big enough so that apart from the babbling gossips, there were always separated areas where other, much quieter students could catch a break. Though at this time of night, a young Slytherin thought the courtyard to be empty. He wasn't aware of the time, but it was dark. So very dark. And cold, too. He was clad in robe upon robe, three layers to keep warm. Of course, there was probably a simple charm to keep him warmed up without dragging extra weight, but Dax Watson wasn't prepared to search his memory for it. He wasn't really prepared to do anything.
Now, any onlooker watching the young lad would think of him as very strange, up at all hours wandering down to the courtyard alone. Not many realised that Dax had a problem. It was common amongst people around his age or older - insomnia. And there was nothing that he felt like doing about it. He made frequent night time visits to the courtyard and other grounds at Hogwarts, sometimes getting caught, but he was always very careful not to. It helped him get thoughts out of his head and clear mind. He used to go further, the furthest possible place, and shout. He shouted till his mind was numb, and no one ever heard him. No one would suspect it was him screaming, anyway. The forest itself had creatures hiding in it's depths that were louder than he. But he soon grew out of it, and realised that shouting wasn't the best solution. He preferred to think it out - take in his surroundings and think about them - lyrics, poetry, music, anything, really. Whether they were frightening or beautiful.
And at in the night, the courtyard was both. Dax collapsed on the nearest bench and stared up into the sky, trying to count all of the stars. His vision was blurry, but his mind was now buzzing. Numbers, numbers, Van Gogh, colours, numbers, numbers. Trying not to blink. Eyes dry. Lonely. Lonely. He felt the word stab at him, but there were too many stars in the sky to pick which one to wish on.