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Post by zacky wolff forester. on Apr 19, 2011 19:54:38 GMT -6
-General-
Full Name: Zachary Wolff Forester
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: Sixteen, Germany & December 11
Bloodline: Pure-Blood
Current Year of Studies: Sixth
House: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff
Adults— ((Apply for other than student.. there is a list of open positions available in the sorting hat. ))
Occupation: ((if shop keeper, etc)
Professor of: ((If applying for Professor positions))
Other Position:
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[The "Real you"
Alias : Gray
Disposable time : Uh?
Site you on which you found us : Google
Full Name: Zachary Wolff Forester
Gender: Male
Age, Birthplace & Date: Sixteen, Germany & December 11
Bloodline: Pure-Blood
-Appearance-
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Muscular, little pudgy
Unique Features: Eyes, tattoos, piercings
Animagus: Wolf
More Detailed Physical Description:
Zacky stands at a height of five feet and eight inches (5 feet, 8 inches). He weighs about one hundred and eighty-five (185) pounds, with just enough muscles and pudginess. He's got pale skin, covered in tattoos. Lots and lots of tattoos, all of which are beautiful and creative. Zacky also has a septum piercing, which is a type of nose piercing, and snake bites, meaning two piercings on his bottom lip. His eyes are a beautiful jade green and his hair is black, though he also dyes it purple and blonde, though it usually just stays black.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Muscular, little pudgy
Unique Features: Eyes, tattoos, piercings
Animagus: Wolf
More Detailed Physical Description:
Zacky stands at a height of five feet and eight inches (5 feet, 8 inches). He weighs about one hundred and eighty-five (185) pounds, with just enough muscles and pudginess. He's got pale skin, covered in tattoos. Lots and lots of tattoos, all of which are beautiful and creative. Zacky also has a septum piercing, which is a type of nose piercing, and snake bites, meaning two piercings on his bottom lip. His eyes are a beautiful jade green and his hair is black, though he also dyes it purple and blonde, though it usually just stays black.
-Personality-
Boggart: Fire
Mirror of Erised: Revenge
Patronus: Wolf
Temperament/Allegiance: Evil. All he thinks about is getting revenge, and making others pay for what they've done to hurt him when he was younger. Very hot tempered, though he can have a soft side.
Likes/Dislikes:
-- Likes
- Water
- Swimming
- Revenge
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Mythology
- Potions
-- Dislikes
- Muggle-Borns
- Most Half-Bloods
- Fire
- Giants
- Happy-go-lucky people
- Goody-Two-Shoes
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
-- Strengths
- Potions
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Care of Magical Creatures
- Persuading others into doing things for him
- Singing
- Guitar
-- Weakness
- Keeping his temper in check
- Muggle Studies
- Accepting Half-Bloods or Muggle-Borns
- Showing his softer side
- Staying out of detention
- Showing respect
Whims/Habits:
- Skipping homework for classes he doesn't like
- Tapping his quill on the table when thinking
- Humming when bored
Detailed Personality : He wants revenge, that's really the only way to describe him. All his life, he was bullied and beat down because he was a Pure-Blood raised by Muggles, and for that, he absolutely hates all Muggle-Borns and hardly every associates with Half-Bloods. He's very hot tempered, with his anger flaring up with just the wrong tone of voice or a wrong look or even just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He dislikes people in general, even those within his own house, and has trust issues through the roof. It takes a lot to get through to him and to see his softer side, because it's something he doesn't like to show anyone for fear that he'll get made fun of again and bullied. He's got antisocial tendencies, and though he's a wizard capable of many different spells and potions and such, he prefers to settle things with fists. Why? Because he thinks it makes him look stronger. Any wizard or witch can hold a wand and look stunning, but only a true fighter can give someone a bloody nose with just their fist.
Character's Family :
Pure-Blood Parents: Rose & Eric
Muggle Parents: Debbie & Larry
Boggart: Fire
Mirror of Erised: Revenge
Patronus: Wolf
Temperament/Allegiance: Evil. All he thinks about is getting revenge, and making others pay for what they've done to hurt him when he was younger. Very hot tempered, though he can have a soft side.
Likes/Dislikes:
-- Likes
- Water
- Swimming
- Revenge
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Mythology
- Potions
-- Dislikes
- Muggle-Borns
- Most Half-Bloods
- Fire
- Giants
- Happy-go-lucky people
- Goody-Two-Shoes
Strong Points/Weaknesses:
-- Strengths
- Potions
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Care of Magical Creatures
- Persuading others into doing things for him
- Singing
- Guitar
-- Weakness
- Keeping his temper in check
- Muggle Studies
- Accepting Half-Bloods or Muggle-Borns
- Showing his softer side
- Staying out of detention
- Showing respect
Whims/Habits:
- Skipping homework for classes he doesn't like
- Tapping his quill on the table when thinking
- Humming when bored
Detailed Personality : He wants revenge, that's really the only way to describe him. All his life, he was bullied and beat down because he was a Pure-Blood raised by Muggles, and for that, he absolutely hates all Muggle-Borns and hardly every associates with Half-Bloods. He's very hot tempered, with his anger flaring up with just the wrong tone of voice or a wrong look or even just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He dislikes people in general, even those within his own house, and has trust issues through the roof. It takes a lot to get through to him and to see his softer side, because it's something he doesn't like to show anyone for fear that he'll get made fun of again and bullied. He's got antisocial tendencies, and though he's a wizard capable of many different spells and potions and such, he prefers to settle things with fists. Why? Because he thinks it makes him look stronger. Any wizard or witch can hold a wand and look stunning, but only a true fighter can give someone a bloody nose with just their fist.
Character's Family :
Pure-Blood Parents: Rose & Eric
Muggle Parents: Debbie & Larry
-Training-
Students—
[/b]Students—
Current Year of Studies: Sixth
House: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff
Adults— ((Apply for other than student.. there is a list of open positions available in the sorting hat. ))
Occupation: ((if shop keeper, etc)
Professor of: ((If applying for Professor positions))
Other Position:
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-Character History-
Zacky was born in Germany, and lived there for the majority of his life. His real parents were Pure-Blood, but they really didn't do much with their son. They never even told him he was a wizard. In fact, they never even let him see them do anything magical. They kept it a secret for as long as they could until, at the age of seven, he witnessed his parents making things levitate. Shocked, frightened, and curious Zacky asked what was going on, only to have his parents yell at him and lock him up in his room. He was brutally beaten, told to never speak of what he had seen, and then just left up there all by himself, only seeing his parents when they came up
to give him food. They never spoke to him, except a few harsh comments. As he started to get older, his parents knew that they had to do something with him before he started recognizing his own magical potential; unknown by them, it was too late, because Zacky had gone sneaking around late at night and uncovered almost all of their secrets. So, Zacky was sent off to live with some family friends. Muggles. Zacky's parents were actually tolerant of Muggles, but because of why he was sent to live with them, Zacky developed a hatred toward any and all Muggles and Muggle-Borns. Eventually, that hatred grew to include Half-Bloods, and basically anyone that wasn't a Pure-Blood with or wizard. By the time his letter arrived from Hogwarts, he'd already offended many people, gotten into multiple fights, and developed just a horrid attitude that he didn't really have many friends. His Muggle parents weren't too happy about it, but since they didn't know much about magic or what their friend's son was capable of, they just continued to cater to him and do whatever he said. Throughout his whole schooling at Hogwarts, he was a bully, and not once did he thank his teachers for anything. He was an arrogant asshole, to say the least, and he never treated anyone kindly. More because he didn't know how, and he just wanted to get his revenge on his parents, and on everyone else who yelled at him and called him names like Mudblood and stole his stuff. He settled everything with violence and once was nearly expelled. He always managed to just get away with a detention, but not one of them seemed to make a difference.
Zacky was born in Germany, and lived there for the majority of his life. His real parents were Pure-Blood, but they really didn't do much with their son. They never even told him he was a wizard. In fact, they never even let him see them do anything magical. They kept it a secret for as long as they could until, at the age of seven, he witnessed his parents making things levitate. Shocked, frightened, and curious Zacky asked what was going on, only to have his parents yell at him and lock him up in his room. He was brutally beaten, told to never speak of what he had seen, and then just left up there all by himself, only seeing his parents when they came up
to give him food. They never spoke to him, except a few harsh comments. As he started to get older, his parents knew that they had to do something with him before he started recognizing his own magical potential; unknown by them, it was too late, because Zacky had gone sneaking around late at night and uncovered almost all of their secrets. So, Zacky was sent off to live with some family friends. Muggles. Zacky's parents were actually tolerant of Muggles, but because of why he was sent to live with them, Zacky developed a hatred toward any and all Muggles and Muggle-Borns. Eventually, that hatred grew to include Half-Bloods, and basically anyone that wasn't a Pure-Blood with or wizard. By the time his letter arrived from Hogwarts, he'd already offended many people, gotten into multiple fights, and developed just a horrid attitude that he didn't really have many friends. His Muggle parents weren't too happy about it, but since they didn't know much about magic or what their friend's son was capable of, they just continued to cater to him and do whatever he said. Throughout his whole schooling at Hogwarts, he was a bully, and not once did he thank his teachers for anything. He was an arrogant asshole, to say the least, and he never treated anyone kindly. More because he didn't know how, and he just wanted to get his revenge on his parents, and on everyone else who yelled at him and called him names like Mudblood and stole his stuff. He settled everything with violence and once was nearly expelled. He always managed to just get away with a detention, but not one of them seemed to make a difference.
[The "Real you"
Alias : Gray
Disposable time : Uh?
Site you on which you found us : Google
Sample RP:
The flickering of candlelight was the only thing that lit up the dormitory. Shadows wavered on the walls, making an eerie affect as the boy sat up in bed, hastily scribbling notes into the margin of one of his books. It was late, about midnight, but the sixteen year old couldn't sleep. It had been another long day of arguing and fighting, of wandering the halls alone with people that were only his friends because they didn't want ot be his enemy. But that was okay, because who needed friends? He'd gone his whole entire life without friends, lived his whole sixteen years without any real kindness - except from his Muggle parents, but they didn't count because they were only every nice to him because they were afraid of him. Just like everyone else. They were all afraid of him, all wanting to just avoid him or put him down even more. For just a second, his hand trembled, making the words he was writing even harder to read, but he quickly stilled his trembling and let out an annoyed sigh. Now was not the time to show weakness, even if everyone else was asleep. Someone could easily wake up and spot him shaking, could use it against him, and it would make him weak. Weakness was not something he needed. He needed everyone to think he was this heartless bastard, to think he was frightening and evil and mean. No one could know that beneath all the hatred and the violence, there was still that little innocent boy who just wanted to know how his parents were making things float around. Not that it matter anymore, he thought, smirking a little before his face fell flat again, feeling his hand start to shake once more. Annoyed, he shook his head, silently shutting his potions book and setting it off to the side. There would be time to study in the morning. He didn't need sleep, anyway.
The flickering of candlelight was the only thing that lit up the dormitory. Shadows wavered on the walls, making an eerie affect as the boy sat up in bed, hastily scribbling notes into the margin of one of his books. It was late, about midnight, but the sixteen year old couldn't sleep. It had been another long day of arguing and fighting, of wandering the halls alone with people that were only his friends because they didn't want ot be his enemy. But that was okay, because who needed friends? He'd gone his whole entire life without friends, lived his whole sixteen years without any real kindness - except from his Muggle parents, but they didn't count because they were only every nice to him because they were afraid of him. Just like everyone else. They were all afraid of him, all wanting to just avoid him or put him down even more. For just a second, his hand trembled, making the words he was writing even harder to read, but he quickly stilled his trembling and let out an annoyed sigh. Now was not the time to show weakness, even if everyone else was asleep. Someone could easily wake up and spot him shaking, could use it against him, and it would make him weak. Weakness was not something he needed. He needed everyone to think he was this heartless bastard, to think he was frightening and evil and mean. No one could know that beneath all the hatred and the violence, there was still that little innocent boy who just wanted to know how his parents were making things float around. Not that it matter anymore, he thought, smirking a little before his face fell flat again, feeling his hand start to shake once more. Annoyed, he shook his head, silently shutting his potions book and setting it off to the side. There would be time to study in the morning. He didn't need sleep, anyway.
