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Post by fortesque on Jul 31, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -6
Name: Fortesque Mortimer La’Chance
Age(characters age): 42
Class you want to teach: Alchemy
Personality:
Fortesque is the epitome of charm and style. To just about every person that meets him, he appears to be nothing short of a true gentleman with class and charm enough for a soirée full of Casanovas. His good manners are for the most part impeccable and he behaves very chivalrously in public. Of course, as with most people, this is just a front for what lies beneath.
Beneath the surface he is a dedicated Death Eater and addicted to the abuse of others, whether it’s his wife, his son or some muggle in the wrong place at the wrong time. He takes pleasure, not only in the pain of others, but also in the controlling and manipulations of others, which he happens to be very good at.
He had been prone to rages and furious tempers though they are not as often when away from home. At home he and his wife quarrel permanently, mostly over their sons it is to be admitted. But Fortesque is sick of arguments and has come to take a more active role in his son’s life, well Amorte that is. His feelings for his other son, Lucian are somewhat less powerful, or perhaps powerful but in a completely different way.
Veela blood runs true in this gentleman, most women finding him alluring beyond that of any usual man, regardless of looks, though he could hardly be called unattractive. He enjoys woo-ing the opposite sex, whether or not he is prone to infidelity is unknown though his wife is probably more than relieved that he is leaving her alone for once.
He is not a trusting man though he would never be so rude as to allow someone to think he was suspicious of them. His enemies are closer than his friends, perhaps because he considers most people to be his enemy. His only true loyalties lie to the Dark Lord and his cause, and his goal for the last few years has been to turn his son in the same direction.
History(characters background):
Born to Lady Mithra La’Chance and Lord Mortimer La’Chance, Forte was half veela, which showed even from birth. He was fawned over by his nanny and teachers, even when he was too young to talk he was given all he could ever want, so of course, never appreciated anything he got.
Forte’s parents were somewhat absent from his younger years, he was always being handed from nanny to nanny while his parents travelled the world, more of a hindrance than a help though this soon changed at the age of eleven where he was allowed to join Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inheriting his grandfather’s wand he left for Hogwarts in high hopes, sorted into Slytherin as all of the family had been before.
His life there was fairly uneventful, he excelled in potions and DADA as well as Care of Magical Creatures and Flying and left for a job in the ministry where he met his now wife. It was however upon the rise of the dark lord that he joined the group, working his way through their levels and becoming more powerful, and craving more blood. He finally made it into the elite among the Dark Lord, became a Death Eater and was given the mark by the Dark Lord himself.
He served the Dark Lord loyally, until his fall at the very end where he fled from Hogwarts and returned to his young family. He could no longer work in the open, but he often lead small movements out of prying eyes, killing the occasional muggle couple or mudbloods, but nothing too noticeable. In the end, his final goal became to train his son up to be a true Death Eater and he spent much of his time with the older twin, Amorte, ignoring his other son entirely.
He has taken a job in Hogwarts to stay closer to his older son and assist him where he can, or at least that is what he says. He has come to groom the boy yet more and make sure that now his younger son knows that he is a Death Eater, that he doesn’t talk. Control, all about control.
Experience in RPG(Nice if you had any, but you don't have to): About 5 years, including several characters on this site (Amorte La’Chance, Miri Alabaster).
RP(roll playing)Example:
(From Amorte)
His black hair ruffled as he tried again with irritation, trying to relax while being frustrated was rather difficult but he was trying his best anyway. He had been sitting in this classroom for the last hour, trying to achieve his animal form, wanting to impress his animagus class when he did it with ease. He grumbled as he slipped off the table, blanking his mind and allowing the feeling of having paws fill his senses.
He closed his eyes.
And his senses brightened, no longer the dim things that humans survived with, the world around him was suddenly a crowded place of wonder. He could smell food in the kitchens far below, even the traces of the old class who had been here. It was as if in the darkness that were his shut eyes he could see bright colours which represented smells. He could see them brighter and fainter, or smell them rather than see. His nose was all of a sudden far more important in the world.
He opened his eyes and the world was gray, shades and tones of gray that he recognised should be colours but weren’t. Shaking his heavy head, he snuffled around, enjoying the plethora of scents, from dust to perfume from a girl on the floor below.
He had taken his animal form, a huge beast of powerful but slender proportions, reaching nearly 3”6 at the haunches. His fur was thick, black undercoat but tipped with white, and long, each hair nearly 2 inches. His muzzle was slender, but filled with long white teeth, deadly and strong but the scary effect was ruined by the fact his tongue was lolling out and his long black and silver tail was wagging madly with excitement.
So he was a wolf, an animal whose complex and social relations were more important than anything else, a friendly and warm animal who was above all loyal and loving. But wolves have sharp teeth and claws for a reason, he was powerful and dangerous as an animal, just as he could be dangerous in his human form.
But none of that was running through his mind, what was in his head was. “Oh! I’ve done it! YES!” His tail lashed madly and his blue and gray eyes glinted.
Age(characters age): 42
Class you want to teach: Alchemy
Personality:
Fortesque is the epitome of charm and style. To just about every person that meets him, he appears to be nothing short of a true gentleman with class and charm enough for a soirée full of Casanovas. His good manners are for the most part impeccable and he behaves very chivalrously in public. Of course, as with most people, this is just a front for what lies beneath.
Beneath the surface he is a dedicated Death Eater and addicted to the abuse of others, whether it’s his wife, his son or some muggle in the wrong place at the wrong time. He takes pleasure, not only in the pain of others, but also in the controlling and manipulations of others, which he happens to be very good at.
He had been prone to rages and furious tempers though they are not as often when away from home. At home he and his wife quarrel permanently, mostly over their sons it is to be admitted. But Fortesque is sick of arguments and has come to take a more active role in his son’s life, well Amorte that is. His feelings for his other son, Lucian are somewhat less powerful, or perhaps powerful but in a completely different way.
Veela blood runs true in this gentleman, most women finding him alluring beyond that of any usual man, regardless of looks, though he could hardly be called unattractive. He enjoys woo-ing the opposite sex, whether or not he is prone to infidelity is unknown though his wife is probably more than relieved that he is leaving her alone for once.
He is not a trusting man though he would never be so rude as to allow someone to think he was suspicious of them. His enemies are closer than his friends, perhaps because he considers most people to be his enemy. His only true loyalties lie to the Dark Lord and his cause, and his goal for the last few years has been to turn his son in the same direction.
History(characters background):
Born to Lady Mithra La’Chance and Lord Mortimer La’Chance, Forte was half veela, which showed even from birth. He was fawned over by his nanny and teachers, even when he was too young to talk he was given all he could ever want, so of course, never appreciated anything he got.
Forte’s parents were somewhat absent from his younger years, he was always being handed from nanny to nanny while his parents travelled the world, more of a hindrance than a help though this soon changed at the age of eleven where he was allowed to join Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inheriting his grandfather’s wand he left for Hogwarts in high hopes, sorted into Slytherin as all of the family had been before.
His life there was fairly uneventful, he excelled in potions and DADA as well as Care of Magical Creatures and Flying and left for a job in the ministry where he met his now wife. It was however upon the rise of the dark lord that he joined the group, working his way through their levels and becoming more powerful, and craving more blood. He finally made it into the elite among the Dark Lord, became a Death Eater and was given the mark by the Dark Lord himself.
He served the Dark Lord loyally, until his fall at the very end where he fled from Hogwarts and returned to his young family. He could no longer work in the open, but he often lead small movements out of prying eyes, killing the occasional muggle couple or mudbloods, but nothing too noticeable. In the end, his final goal became to train his son up to be a true Death Eater and he spent much of his time with the older twin, Amorte, ignoring his other son entirely.
He has taken a job in Hogwarts to stay closer to his older son and assist him where he can, or at least that is what he says. He has come to groom the boy yet more and make sure that now his younger son knows that he is a Death Eater, that he doesn’t talk. Control, all about control.
Experience in RPG(Nice if you had any, but you don't have to): About 5 years, including several characters on this site (Amorte La’Chance, Miri Alabaster).
RP(roll playing)Example:
(From Amorte)
His black hair ruffled as he tried again with irritation, trying to relax while being frustrated was rather difficult but he was trying his best anyway. He had been sitting in this classroom for the last hour, trying to achieve his animal form, wanting to impress his animagus class when he did it with ease. He grumbled as he slipped off the table, blanking his mind and allowing the feeling of having paws fill his senses.
He closed his eyes.
And his senses brightened, no longer the dim things that humans survived with, the world around him was suddenly a crowded place of wonder. He could smell food in the kitchens far below, even the traces of the old class who had been here. It was as if in the darkness that were his shut eyes he could see bright colours which represented smells. He could see them brighter and fainter, or smell them rather than see. His nose was all of a sudden far more important in the world.
He opened his eyes and the world was gray, shades and tones of gray that he recognised should be colours but weren’t. Shaking his heavy head, he snuffled around, enjoying the plethora of scents, from dust to perfume from a girl on the floor below.
He had taken his animal form, a huge beast of powerful but slender proportions, reaching nearly 3”6 at the haunches. His fur was thick, black undercoat but tipped with white, and long, each hair nearly 2 inches. His muzzle was slender, but filled with long white teeth, deadly and strong but the scary effect was ruined by the fact his tongue was lolling out and his long black and silver tail was wagging madly with excitement.
So he was a wolf, an animal whose complex and social relations were more important than anything else, a friendly and warm animal who was above all loyal and loving. But wolves have sharp teeth and claws for a reason, he was powerful and dangerous as an animal, just as he could be dangerous in his human form.
But none of that was running through his mind, what was in his head was. “Oh! I’ve done it! YES!” His tail lashed madly and his blue and gray eyes glinted.
