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Post by Arnold Aquila on Aug 29, 2011 18:03:26 GMT -6
Arnold S Aquila
GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME:
Arnold was named after his father who died shortly after his conception. He lacks a middle name, instead just having the initial “S”. His last name is Latin for Eagle.
NICKNAMES:
Arnie, an abbreviated version of his name, many people choose to call him that as opposed to his full name on occasion, much to his chagrin.
AGE, BIRTHPLACE & DATE:
34, Rome, 12/12/2014
BLOOD TYPE:
Half-blood
SEXUALITY:
Straight
HOUSE AND YEAR:
Ravenclaw, Graduated
OCCUPATION:
Auror
AFFILIATION:
Chaotic Good
WAND:
Hippogriff feather, Yew, 14 inches, rigid
APPEARANCE
HAIR:
Dark, thick, short
EYES:
One sky blue, one darker blue due to an eye injury sustained in his teens
BODY TYPE:
6'4, relatively muscular and athletic, pale
UNIQUE FEATURES:
Scars adorning both of his hands, his left arm, and has three scars that run parallel from above his right eyebrow to the tip of his nose
ANIMAGUS:
Greater Spotted Eagle
FACE CLAIM:
N/A
EXTRA DETAILS:
Arnold stands tall at approximately 6'4” and weighs in at 85kg, his body kept fit through years of rigorous physical work and exercise. He has a narrow face with sharp features. The scars that mar his face, hands, and left arm are from the sharp talons of eagles and other birds of prey Arnold used to use to hunt.
PERSONALITY
PATRONUS:
Arnold's patronus takes the form of a Wedge-tailed eagle, the type of bird that saw fit to try ripping his eye out. He's quite fond of eagles even after the incident.
DEMENTOR:
Arnold coming home to find his front door broken down and coming inside, wand drawn, to his wife's lifeless corpse.
MIRROR OF ERISED:
Arnold would probably see himself with his smiling wife, though he's never seen the mirror.
BOGGART:
Arnold sees a well, as in his youth he fell into a well when trying to get water and has ever since found himself perturbed by the sight of wells.
AMORTENTIA:
Arnold lost the ability to smell when his nose was torn open by eagle talons, and as result couldn't smell the potion.
STRENGTHS:
Disciplined, the hobby of falconry demanded he be disciplined if only to control and instill discipline in his partner.
Intelligent, well read and has a good head on his shoulders
Adept at Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts
WEAKNESSES:
Poor at making potions
Can be narrow-minded
Can tend to be ruthless in his pursuit of criminals
Can be abrasive, works poorly in large groups
HOBBIES/QUIRKS/WHIMS/HABITS:
Used to be an active falconer, until work and life caught up with him
Is fond of birds, especially eagles
Reads often
LIKES:
Likes reading, writing, and literature in general. Likes birds of prey. Likes Transfiguration and the various opportunities for entertainment magic offers.
DISLIKES:
Hates owls, referring to them as “sky rats”, most often. Takes his job to an almost militarist level of seriousness, often injuring or maiming the dark wizards he chases or duels.
TEMPERAMENT/ALLEGIANCE :
Arnold is seemingly unshakable, having seen (and done) countless unspeakable things done in the line of duty. He takes pride in being a hunter of Dark wizards, and respects his coworkers. His allegiance lies almost entirely with himself, having learned at a young age that power is to be respected, and loyalty is a rarity.
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Arnold has a tendency to take orders from on high as suggestions, often accomplishing what he's been sent to do in ways he sees fit, only keeping strictly to the orders when it suits him, unless he has a direct superior to report to in the field. Arnold values discipline, wit, and skill above all else, having had high standards since birth. Arnold has a bit of a sadistic approach to law enforcement.
THE HISTORY
NATIONALITY:
Hails from glorious Rome, and as such is Italian.
HOME TOWN/CURRENT RESIDENCE:
Rome, currently lives in Northern Europe.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Is relatively well off, having been the only benefactor left when his uncle and mother died, as well as having a decent paying job.
FAMILY RELATIONS:
No living family to speak of.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single
PET(S):
N/A
GENERAL HISTORY:
Arnold was born to a single mother, his father having died shortly after his conception. His mother and uncle, a witch and wizard respectively, raised him in the countryside in Northern Europe, where he picked up the hobby of falconry from his uncle. He took to the art with vigor, and it instilled in him a discipline and sense of partnership. He eventually displayed signs of magic, something his family was overjoyed to see, and received his Hogwarts letter by owl, unfortunate because at the time he was hunting with his partner, a falcon that saw and attacked the owl. The falcon killed the owl, but broke one of its wings in the process, and Arnold was forced to mercy kill the bird. The event left Arnold with a hate for owls.
Arnold was sorted into Ravenclaw, the Sorting Hat deciding that his discipline, intelligence and cunning could land him in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, and he, being a fan of birds, requested to be put in the former. Arnold's life at Hogwarts was relatively simple, he found himself adept at Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. In his fourth year of studies, he met his wife-to-be, a Slytherin girl by the name of Leah. The two eventually started dating, and, shortly after school, married. Arnold became an Auror after one of the examiners during his OWL's suggested to him he would be a good candidate for an Auror. He registered as an Animagus at the age of 28. After his wife was murdered by a Dark wizard, Arnold developed anger issues and became more interested in making those he hunted suffer before having them see justice, though never quite crossing that fine line into becoming a criminal himself.
THE REAL YOU
NAME/ALIAS:
Brendan
AGE:
17
GENDER:
Male
RP EXPERIENCE:
Little
OTHER CHARACTERS:
N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Arnold's breath caught in his throat as he looked in a mirror for the first time after Imperator tried clawing his eye out, looking at the jagged lines and discoloration of his eye caused by the razor sharp talons. He sighed, staring at himself for another moment and shrugged. I suppose I should count my blessings that mom's a Healer. If she were a Muggle, I'd probably be without a right eye. Maybe Leah'll dig the scars. He thought to himself with a forlorn chuckle, rubbing the scars and wiggling his eyebrows, wincing as he felt the recently mended muscle throb in dissent, clearly displeased to be moving so soon. He scoffed and rubbed it again for a moment, turning and leaving the bathroom of his family home.
His uncle and mother sat in the living room, drinking tea. They turned to look at him, and he held out his arms in resignation, shrugging and laughing.
“My face is all sorts of fucked up,” He said. His mother looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “I'm sorry, Arnold, but the wounds were deep. I did the best I could,” she said, her voice watery. Arnold winced again as his uncle favored him with a sympathetic grimace.
“I didn't mean it like that, mom, really, I'm glad you could do this much for me, I appreciate it. I'm just worried what Leah will think, is all,” he replied, folding his arms and sighing yet again. “I'm gonna need a new bird, too,” he said with a groan, rubbing his temples and taking a seat in the cushy brown armchair that sat nearest to the fireplace in the far side of the room.
“Leah won't think any less of you, I'm sure,” Arnold's uncle's gravelly voice cut through the silence, “And we'll get you a new bird, though I'm not too sure another eagle would be a good idea, at least until you're a bit older and look a bit more imposing. Imperator was a pretty good example of why you don't mess around with birds you're not ready for, kiddo. I'm just glad I took care of him before he could do any more damage to you.” Arnold nodded, rubbing the scars on his nose.
“Well,” he said, “I'm going to go send off a letter, I do believe. Maybe open up by telling Leah I've got horrendous luck with birds,” he chuckled darkly and stood, leaving the somber atmosphere of the living room.
GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME:
Arnold was named after his father who died shortly after his conception. He lacks a middle name, instead just having the initial “S”. His last name is Latin for Eagle.
NICKNAMES:
Arnie, an abbreviated version of his name, many people choose to call him that as opposed to his full name on occasion, much to his chagrin.
AGE, BIRTHPLACE & DATE:
34, Rome, 12/12/2014
BLOOD TYPE:
Half-blood
SEXUALITY:
Straight
HOUSE AND YEAR:
Ravenclaw, Graduated
OCCUPATION:
Auror
AFFILIATION:
Chaotic Good
WAND:
Hippogriff feather, Yew, 14 inches, rigid
APPEARANCE
HAIR:
Dark, thick, short
EYES:
One sky blue, one darker blue due to an eye injury sustained in his teens
BODY TYPE:
6'4, relatively muscular and athletic, pale
UNIQUE FEATURES:
Scars adorning both of his hands, his left arm, and has three scars that run parallel from above his right eyebrow to the tip of his nose
ANIMAGUS:
Greater Spotted Eagle
FACE CLAIM:
N/A
EXTRA DETAILS:
Arnold stands tall at approximately 6'4” and weighs in at 85kg, his body kept fit through years of rigorous physical work and exercise. He has a narrow face with sharp features. The scars that mar his face, hands, and left arm are from the sharp talons of eagles and other birds of prey Arnold used to use to hunt.
PERSONALITY
PATRONUS:
Arnold's patronus takes the form of a Wedge-tailed eagle, the type of bird that saw fit to try ripping his eye out. He's quite fond of eagles even after the incident.
DEMENTOR:
Arnold coming home to find his front door broken down and coming inside, wand drawn, to his wife's lifeless corpse.
MIRROR OF ERISED:
Arnold would probably see himself with his smiling wife, though he's never seen the mirror.
BOGGART:
Arnold sees a well, as in his youth he fell into a well when trying to get water and has ever since found himself perturbed by the sight of wells.
AMORTENTIA:
Arnold lost the ability to smell when his nose was torn open by eagle talons, and as result couldn't smell the potion.
STRENGTHS:
Disciplined, the hobby of falconry demanded he be disciplined if only to control and instill discipline in his partner.
Intelligent, well read and has a good head on his shoulders
Adept at Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts
WEAKNESSES:
Poor at making potions
Can be narrow-minded
Can tend to be ruthless in his pursuit of criminals
Can be abrasive, works poorly in large groups
HOBBIES/QUIRKS/WHIMS/HABITS:
Used to be an active falconer, until work and life caught up with him
Is fond of birds, especially eagles
Reads often
LIKES:
Likes reading, writing, and literature in general. Likes birds of prey. Likes Transfiguration and the various opportunities for entertainment magic offers.
DISLIKES:
Hates owls, referring to them as “sky rats”, most often. Takes his job to an almost militarist level of seriousness, often injuring or maiming the dark wizards he chases or duels.
TEMPERAMENT/ALLEGIANCE :
Arnold is seemingly unshakable, having seen (and done) countless unspeakable things done in the line of duty. He takes pride in being a hunter of Dark wizards, and respects his coworkers. His allegiance lies almost entirely with himself, having learned at a young age that power is to be respected, and loyalty is a rarity.
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Arnold has a tendency to take orders from on high as suggestions, often accomplishing what he's been sent to do in ways he sees fit, only keeping strictly to the orders when it suits him, unless he has a direct superior to report to in the field. Arnold values discipline, wit, and skill above all else, having had high standards since birth. Arnold has a bit of a sadistic approach to law enforcement.
THE HISTORY
NATIONALITY:
Hails from glorious Rome, and as such is Italian.
HOME TOWN/CURRENT RESIDENCE:
Rome, currently lives in Northern Europe.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Is relatively well off, having been the only benefactor left when his uncle and mother died, as well as having a decent paying job.
FAMILY RELATIONS:
No living family to speak of.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single
PET(S):
N/A
GENERAL HISTORY:
Arnold was born to a single mother, his father having died shortly after his conception. His mother and uncle, a witch and wizard respectively, raised him in the countryside in Northern Europe, where he picked up the hobby of falconry from his uncle. He took to the art with vigor, and it instilled in him a discipline and sense of partnership. He eventually displayed signs of magic, something his family was overjoyed to see, and received his Hogwarts letter by owl, unfortunate because at the time he was hunting with his partner, a falcon that saw and attacked the owl. The falcon killed the owl, but broke one of its wings in the process, and Arnold was forced to mercy kill the bird. The event left Arnold with a hate for owls.
Arnold was sorted into Ravenclaw, the Sorting Hat deciding that his discipline, intelligence and cunning could land him in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, and he, being a fan of birds, requested to be put in the former. Arnold's life at Hogwarts was relatively simple, he found himself adept at Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. In his fourth year of studies, he met his wife-to-be, a Slytherin girl by the name of Leah. The two eventually started dating, and, shortly after school, married. Arnold became an Auror after one of the examiners during his OWL's suggested to him he would be a good candidate for an Auror. He registered as an Animagus at the age of 28. After his wife was murdered by a Dark wizard, Arnold developed anger issues and became more interested in making those he hunted suffer before having them see justice, though never quite crossing that fine line into becoming a criminal himself.
THE REAL YOU
NAME/ALIAS:
Brendan
AGE:
17
GENDER:
Male
RP EXPERIENCE:
Little
OTHER CHARACTERS:
N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Arnold's breath caught in his throat as he looked in a mirror for the first time after Imperator tried clawing his eye out, looking at the jagged lines and discoloration of his eye caused by the razor sharp talons. He sighed, staring at himself for another moment and shrugged. I suppose I should count my blessings that mom's a Healer. If she were a Muggle, I'd probably be without a right eye. Maybe Leah'll dig the scars. He thought to himself with a forlorn chuckle, rubbing the scars and wiggling his eyebrows, wincing as he felt the recently mended muscle throb in dissent, clearly displeased to be moving so soon. He scoffed and rubbed it again for a moment, turning and leaving the bathroom of his family home.
His uncle and mother sat in the living room, drinking tea. They turned to look at him, and he held out his arms in resignation, shrugging and laughing.
“My face is all sorts of fucked up,” He said. His mother looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “I'm sorry, Arnold, but the wounds were deep. I did the best I could,” she said, her voice watery. Arnold winced again as his uncle favored him with a sympathetic grimace.
“I didn't mean it like that, mom, really, I'm glad you could do this much for me, I appreciate it. I'm just worried what Leah will think, is all,” he replied, folding his arms and sighing yet again. “I'm gonna need a new bird, too,” he said with a groan, rubbing his temples and taking a seat in the cushy brown armchair that sat nearest to the fireplace in the far side of the room.
“Leah won't think any less of you, I'm sure,” Arnold's uncle's gravelly voice cut through the silence, “And we'll get you a new bird, though I'm not too sure another eagle would be a good idea, at least until you're a bit older and look a bit more imposing. Imperator was a pretty good example of why you don't mess around with birds you're not ready for, kiddo. I'm just glad I took care of him before he could do any more damage to you.” Arnold nodded, rubbing the scars on his nose.
“Well,” he said, “I'm going to go send off a letter, I do believe. Maybe open up by telling Leah I've got horrendous luck with birds,” he chuckled darkly and stood, leaving the somber atmosphere of the living room.
