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Post by Rafael Ochoa on Nov 22, 2010 23:24:58 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Rafael Ochoa
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: 38, Passendale, 10/15/2009
Bloodline: Mixed
[The "Real you"]
Alias: Matt
Disposible time: Most of it, really.
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Full Name: Rafael Ochoa
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: 38, Passendale, 10/15/2009
Bloodline: Mixed
-Appearance-
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Athletic
Unique Features: Scars, none of which are immediately visible in normal clothing.
Animagus: None
More Detailed Physical Description : Rafael is just above 6'2" tall, at about 1m90, weighing in at about 93 kgs, about 205 lbs. He has cuts on his torso, arms, and legs, ranging from magical to animal to mineral in origin. The worst is across his chest, which is from his adolescence.
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Athletic
Unique Features: Scars, none of which are immediately visible in normal clothing.
Animagus: None
More Detailed Physical Description : Rafael is just above 6'2" tall, at about 1m90, weighing in at about 93 kgs, about 205 lbs. He has cuts on his torso, arms, and legs, ranging from magical to animal to mineral in origin. The worst is across his chest, which is from his adolescence.
-Personality-
Boggart: A strange, Dark, smoky mass which is constantly shifting with no fixed geometry.
Mirror of Erised: Himself with a family, though he has never actually gazed into the Mirror of Erised, so he would be surprised to see this.
Patronus: Iberian Wolf
Temperament/Allegiance: Calm, and is, fortunately for his own sake, allied with the light side of the force.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes flamenco, classical music. Dislikes modern music.
Strong Points/Weaknesses: Loyal, energetic, but hides himself from others. Rafael presumes himself a loner, though this is only due to his horrible tendency to be reserved when uncomfortable. More importantly, has a habit of being unable to admit his own weaknesses, which has cost him more than once in the past.
Whims/Habits: Tries very hard to stay away from whims, and his only habits are a strong taste for roast and an affinity for drinking alone.
Detailed Personality : Rafael is an Auror and a scholar, however if one were to ask him his profession he would simply say he was a man who did whatever job suited him, whether or not he was properly equipped for the task.
Rafael is not an unintelligent man, and he thankfully in his life had the prodigious realization that he was not the most clever or intelligent man he had met or would ever meet, and this realization (circa age 15) was what turned him into the man he is today.
Character's Family : Parents are deceased. Rafael is presumably their only child. His birth family hails from Spain, and his adoptive family is from London.
Boggart: A strange, Dark, smoky mass which is constantly shifting with no fixed geometry.
Mirror of Erised: Himself with a family, though he has never actually gazed into the Mirror of Erised, so he would be surprised to see this.
Patronus: Iberian Wolf
Temperament/Allegiance: Calm, and is, fortunately for his own sake, allied with the light side of the force.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes flamenco, classical music. Dislikes modern music.
Strong Points/Weaknesses: Loyal, energetic, but hides himself from others. Rafael presumes himself a loner, though this is only due to his horrible tendency to be reserved when uncomfortable. More importantly, has a habit of being unable to admit his own weaknesses, which has cost him more than once in the past.
Whims/Habits: Tries very hard to stay away from whims, and his only habits are a strong taste for roast and an affinity for drinking alone.
Detailed Personality : Rafael is an Auror and a scholar, however if one were to ask him his profession he would simply say he was a man who did whatever job suited him, whether or not he was properly equipped for the task.
Rafael is not an unintelligent man, and he thankfully in his life had the prodigious realization that he was not the most clever or intelligent man he had met or would ever meet, and this realization (circa age 15) was what turned him into the man he is today.
Character's Family : Parents are deceased. Rafael is presumably their only child. His birth family hails from Spain, and his adoptive family is from London.
-Training-
Occupation: None presently. Retired Auror, after over two decades of service to the Ministry.
Professor of: Defense Against the Dark Arts, should his application for the position be accepted.
Other Position: Has never done anything but Auror work, but followed his desire to leave the field for greener pastures, like education. Apart from Defense Against the Dark Arts, he supposed he would try for Care of Magical Creatures.
Occupation: None presently. Retired Auror, after over two decades of service to the Ministry.
Professor of: Defense Against the Dark Arts, should his application for the position be accepted.
Other Position: Has never done anything but Auror work, but followed his desire to leave the field for greener pastures, like education. Apart from Defense Against the Dark Arts, he supposed he would try for Care of Magical Creatures.
-Character History-
Rafael was born in Belgium, about two days into his parents' emigration from beloved Spain to the glorious England.
Unfortunately, his parents died in a Muggle-related accident, as far as he's aware, when he was a month old. Later on in life he would investigate the truth of the matter and find the unsurprising reality of a muggle car accident in London.
After then, he was taken into an orphanage, and then adopted at the age of two. He lived just outside of London for his early years, and didn't seem to notice anything unusual about himself or the happenings around him. At least, not until his adoptive brother informed him that their dog, Molly, was afraid of him. At that point, he realized that sometimes when he was upset things seemed to move around him of their own accord. He tried to control this--horribly in vain, after all, what orphan does not miss his own parents?--but he did succeed in making friends with the dog, Molly.
With the budding friendship with Molly, Rafael made closer connections with his adoptive siblings, and this made his tenth year of life even more confusing when he got the letter from Hogwarts.
Rafael found that it was difficult to make friends in Hogwarts, even though the Sorting Hat had told him that he was brave enough to be a Gryffindor, and this lone-wolf like behavior continued until his second year, in which he made friends with some of the other students who stayed behind for the winter holiday. He slowly grew to trust his new friends, a small group of students from more than just his own house, and he grew to hold his wizarding friends as a family away from home. Upon graduation, he and the males of his group, with one of the females, signed up with the Ministry of Magic to be Aurors. All of them passed their exams, and joined the forces of the Auror Department.
Twenty years later, Rafael left the Auror Department, in order to seek gainful employment elsewhere. He decided to apply as a teacher, because after all, those who cannot do, teach, and he just quit doing, so why not return to the place where he found his new family?
[/size][/left]Rafael was born in Belgium, about two days into his parents' emigration from beloved Spain to the glorious England.
Unfortunately, his parents died in a Muggle-related accident, as far as he's aware, when he was a month old. Later on in life he would investigate the truth of the matter and find the unsurprising reality of a muggle car accident in London.
After then, he was taken into an orphanage, and then adopted at the age of two. He lived just outside of London for his early years, and didn't seem to notice anything unusual about himself or the happenings around him. At least, not until his adoptive brother informed him that their dog, Molly, was afraid of him. At that point, he realized that sometimes when he was upset things seemed to move around him of their own accord. He tried to control this--horribly in vain, after all, what orphan does not miss his own parents?--but he did succeed in making friends with the dog, Molly.
With the budding friendship with Molly, Rafael made closer connections with his adoptive siblings, and this made his tenth year of life even more confusing when he got the letter from Hogwarts.
Rafael found that it was difficult to make friends in Hogwarts, even though the Sorting Hat had told him that he was brave enough to be a Gryffindor, and this lone-wolf like behavior continued until his second year, in which he made friends with some of the other students who stayed behind for the winter holiday. He slowly grew to trust his new friends, a small group of students from more than just his own house, and he grew to hold his wizarding friends as a family away from home. Upon graduation, he and the males of his group, with one of the females, signed up with the Ministry of Magic to be Aurors. All of them passed their exams, and joined the forces of the Auror Department.
Twenty years later, Rafael left the Auror Department, in order to seek gainful employment elsewhere. He decided to apply as a teacher, because after all, those who cannot do, teach, and he just quit doing, so why not return to the place where he found his new family?
[The "Real you"]
Alias: Matt
Disposible time: Most of it, really.
Site you on which you found us : support.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=adroleplay&action=display&thread=374071
Sample RP:
Ochoa smiled, folding his arms, looking up at the sunrise.
It was a beautiful thing, really, the rising and setting of the sun. Even today, during this modern time in which muggles' technology was so invasive of the secret world in which the Magical populace lived. He loved nature, and he loved his job.
The year was 2043, and it was the middle of July. The weather was spectacular, especially for viewing the sunrise.
"Don't you just love it?" Ochoa asked, aloud.
"Love what?" A man replied, stepping out of the house behind him.
The two men were standing in front of a now open doorway, the sun shining at them. The door was facing East with just a hint in the direction of South East. The house was, well, barely a house. It was located on a small farm, which had almost nothing anywhere nearby, save for a small, poorly paved road. Ochoa turned to the man, and smiled. "The sunrise, Michael," Ochoa said.
The man--Michael--shook his head. "Man, you have a weird sense of humor."
"Someone's got to," a woman said, stepping out of the doorway. "After all, prisoner transport doesn't exactly afford one much laughter, does it, Michael?" The woman was clad in a black cloak, and had her black hair tight to her scalp, braided behind her neck. Michael was wearing a matching black cloak, as was Ochoa--though, Ochoa's was the only one which wasn't done up tightly. He was too relaxed, at this time of day, especially if you asked Michael.
"Exactly," Ochoa said, looking from the woman to Michael.
"Well, I don't really like humor too much when we're bringing Americans in," Michael said, gruffly.
"You wouldn't," the woman said, shaking her head lightly, turning back in.
Michael watched her go, looking annoyed, and turned back to Ochoa, sighing. "You know, you really need to tighten up when we're out here. Especially with the prisoner in there," Michael said. "I don't like the looks in his eyes."
"No," Ochoa said. "I imagine he doesn't like the look in yours, either."
Ochoa smiled, folding his arms, looking up at the sunrise.
It was a beautiful thing, really, the rising and setting of the sun. Even today, during this modern time in which muggles' technology was so invasive of the secret world in which the Magical populace lived. He loved nature, and he loved his job.
The year was 2043, and it was the middle of July. The weather was spectacular, especially for viewing the sunrise.
"Don't you just love it?" Ochoa asked, aloud.
"Love what?" A man replied, stepping out of the house behind him.
The two men were standing in front of a now open doorway, the sun shining at them. The door was facing East with just a hint in the direction of South East. The house was, well, barely a house. It was located on a small farm, which had almost nothing anywhere nearby, save for a small, poorly paved road. Ochoa turned to the man, and smiled. "The sunrise, Michael," Ochoa said.
The man--Michael--shook his head. "Man, you have a weird sense of humor."
"Someone's got to," a woman said, stepping out of the doorway. "After all, prisoner transport doesn't exactly afford one much laughter, does it, Michael?" The woman was clad in a black cloak, and had her black hair tight to her scalp, braided behind her neck. Michael was wearing a matching black cloak, as was Ochoa--though, Ochoa's was the only one which wasn't done up tightly. He was too relaxed, at this time of day, especially if you asked Michael.
"Exactly," Ochoa said, looking from the woman to Michael.
"Well, I don't really like humor too much when we're bringing Americans in," Michael said, gruffly.
"You wouldn't," the woman said, shaking her head lightly, turning back in.
Michael watched her go, looking annoyed, and turned back to Ochoa, sighing. "You know, you really need to tighten up when we're out here. Especially with the prisoner in there," Michael said. "I don't like the looks in his eyes."
"No," Ochoa said. "I imagine he doesn't like the look in yours, either."
