Post by xander on Apr 11, 2010 4:48:45 GMT -5
ALEXANDER DAMMIT POOTER
getting to know the face.
[/size][/i] Alexander Dammit Pooterfull name;
nickname;[/i] Xander
gender;[/i] male
age;[/i] 32
sexuality;[/i] straight
pet;[/i] random assortment of venemous reptiles
face claim;[/i] johnny depp
appearance;[/i] Like, oh my god. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is h-o-t HOT! , I know. Like totally. , Xander? Oh, that man makes long hair and a goatee look damn good. , His eyes are like chocolate and sex rolled into one. , He's like 6'4" right? 6'5"? God, he's so tall. , Dude! Did you know he's an animagus? Yeah, man. He's a falcon. That look in his eyes...it's scary. , I heard he has a Dark Mark on his arm. , Of course he has the Mark! Just ask him. He'll totally show it to you. , One of these days, I'm going to look like that. He has to work out every fricken day. Pisses me off.
Hey, have you actually seen his animagus? , Yeah. It's a peregrine. His claws are like this long and his beak is so sharp. He could freak anyone out. , I heard that he has alot of creatures. He keeps a snake draped over his shoulders in class. I think it makes him hotter. , He's so...dangerous looking. He must really know what he's talking about. , That man looks like he's in pain. There's something after him. You know he never has his back to a door? I think he's paranoid. , I know! His expression is usually so stern. It's like he's saying "I'll rape you." and "Be careful." at the same time.
personality;[/i] Xander is such an asshole. The other day he told me my ass was too big for my pants, and he'd be happy to help me out of them. , Yeah, but if he were to invite me to that room...well. It's safe to say I wouldn't say no. , He's irresistible. I know his pickup lines are bogus, but he's so down to earth. , You're right! He is the guy that defies the laws of manhood. Hot guys are jerks, nice guys are ugly and hot nice guys are gay. Xander is a hot and -- usually -- nice guy. , He's never said anything I didn't want him to say to me either! And he'd never cheat on a girl.
Hey, you're forgetting something! He's a Death-Eater! , Well, I heard that he only became a Death-Eater so that he could get in good with the other Death-Eaters and kill them to avenge the death of his younger brother. , I think he's really defensive. Another reason why he must know what he's talking about in class! , I love to go to Defense. Professor Pooter makes class fun. He seems to hate boredom and downtime as much as we do so we're up and moving every day. It's great! , His teaching methods do not line up with the rest of our's. , He probably wont last 'till Christmas. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
digging deeper.
[/size][/i] professor at hogwartsoccupation;
subject;[/i] defense against the dark arts
hometown;[/i] Backwoods, Montana
blood;[/i] Pureblood
race;[/i] human
wand type;[/i] 13" mahogany with basilisk fang core
history;[/i] Everyone has their own tragedy of life. Well, Xander doesn't exactly. Yes, his mother died when he was two and his father was a Death-Eater, but there's nothing that would prohibit his growth in those two aspects. His elder brother is where his pain started. Maybe, if Jackson never decided to follow in his father's footsteps, Xander wouldn't be as screwed up as he is now. Maybe, if Jackson didn't have a streak of I-will-beat-you-at-anything-and-everything-you-ever-try-to-do-regardless-of-who-you-are-or-what-you-are-doing, maybe Xander would have stayed home and finished his school the way it was intended.
But, his brother had a problem, dropped out of school, became a Death-Eater, blah blah blah. No then, everyone knows that old Voldy was a bit of an ass, right? Well, Jackson was annoying as hell in the years that Harry Potter was in school. And frankly, he rubbed the creeper the wrong way. Voldemort, in a fit of rage, ordered Jackson killed on the spot. Dear old Dad took Xander into hiding. And, there they were safe for several years, living like muggles, doing nothing to tell the wizarding world of their whereabouts. It wasn't like they could go to the Ministry.
When Xander was about 10, they moved from the states to Brittain, for they didn't know where Voldy was and didn't think he was still looking for them. Of course, Tom Riddle had always kept someone on their tails so the first time Dad walked out into the open, he was struck dead. Xander watched with horror on his face. It wasn't long after that when he was invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He went, sitting next to a boy and a girl who he first thought were two of the strangest people he'd ever met. Lisa and Jason went on to be his very best friends.
During their time at Hogwarts, they were the ultimate trio. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were long gone in the eyes of the young Xander Pooter. The only thing that ever really took him by suprise was the fact that he was a Ravenclaw. All of his family had always been Slytherins. Afterall, it was a family full of dead Death-Eaters. Ironic, right? Anyway. He was a chaser on the Quiddich team, played pranks on just about anyone or anything that was in range. His favorite target was always Minevra. No one ever thought that he was only waiting to get out of school.
As soon as he was out, he left. Disappeared. Vanished. Never to be heard from again. He became a Death-Eater and single-handedly killed almost half of all the Death-Eaters left after the Battle of Hogwarts. As soon as the trail ran dry, and he had nothing else to do, Xander realized that he was a Death-Eater and no one would ever take a follower of the Dark Arts for a job. So, he went to the one place he had ever called home. Amazingly, the Headmistress gave him a job as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the beginning of term. And, who did he find? None other than his two closest friends, teaching side by side.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
the face behind the mask.
[/size][/i] is played by Wolf[/i]. Some 5 years[/i] have passed since I began this nonsense[/i]. However, I have been living for seventeen years[/i] and have been known as that bitch[/i] type of girl. Enough about me, I also play as whoever I decide to make later[/i]. Never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get Remus Lupin[/i] to jinx you!
This unfortunate character
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"Good evening, Desertstorm."
Desertstorm didn't even notice the extra WindClan scent until after he heard the harsh voice. Of course, his smile didn't falter. Few things ever bothered the tom. And, since no one was in immediate danger, the Code hadn't been broken, and nothing he couldn't comprehend was going on, Desertstorm was good to go. Out of respect, he instinctually dipped his head. The newcomer was Ospreytalon, the Deputy of WindClan. And, since a Deputy was a Deputy, Desertstorm gave the correct respect. Of course, this particular Deputy wasn't the first cat on Desertstorm's list to run into in the dead of night, but he'd probably be alright.
"O-Ospreytalon... you..."
The ginger tom looked at his friend as she stuttered a sort of greeting to the Deputy. Spottedface was not the most composed cat when she thought she was in trouble, and of course, she was showing every sign of guilt. Personally, Desertstorm didn't think the she-cat had done anything wrong, but Ospreytalon was not known for his random bouts of mercy and heart. Still, though, Desertstorm wasn't too worried.
"Yes, I came.
...
I had to alert Tigerstar we were heading towards Fourtrees for our hunt. A bit far away from out territory, you understand."
Immediately, Desertstorm understood the mistake. Saying Fourtrees was far from WindClan terrain was like saying Twolegplace was far from ThunderClan's. Fourtrees boardered every Clan, and the tall warrior knew from experience that it wasn't that far to get from the camp to fourtrees. Besides, there was decent hunting in these parts during this time of year. But anyway, that wasn't really the point. It was the dead of night. Why would the Deputy and just a mere warrior be doing hunting? That was a load of mouse-dung and he knew it. If Spottedface really was out hunting -- especially with the storm that was about to blow through -- she was lacking a few marbles.
"How is RiverClan, if I may question?"
As far as he knew, there were no riffs between WindClan and RiverClan at that particular moment, but, as he was only a Warrior, he couldn't be completely sure. Not that it really mattered to him, he just hoped he'd get left behind whenever the call for battle went out if it ever did. Desertstorm was not the type to enjoy battle, regardless of his name. He found the other tom studying his physical bio. If he believed he couldn't skirt a fight before it started, that would probably alarm him. Ospreytalon was not a small opponant. Luckilly, Desertstorm's reputation of being a moderator preceded him.
Before he could answer the question though, another scent his his nostrils. A heartbeat or two later a sleek silver she-cat emerged from the same direction he had come from. The ginger tom's heart leapt at the sight of her. With difficulty, Desertstorm kept his face completely devoid of the emotion he felt for his leader. They had been nigh unseperable as aprentices and young warriors but when it appeared that she would be made Deputy, he had made sure she found him with a she-cat from another Clan to make her jealous. Unfortunately, it had the reverse effect, pushing her so far away he felt he'd never get her back. Now, as Leader, she was untouchable. It sickened his heart.
"How kind of you to ask, Ospreytalon. We are doing aweful-
...
-ly wonderful."
Desertstorm chuckled and figured it was about time he got back into the pow-wow. This was probably going to go downhill fast. Both of the ranking cats were on edge. Ospreytalon looked as if he barely held control and his beloved Silverstar sent him a look that asked why he was there. If he knew anyone, he knew his Leader like the back of his paw. Silverstar had a touch of aggression that used to make Desertstorm refuse to spar with her. She could be ruthless, and frankly, he couldn't even try to beat her. 'A little humility never hurt anyone,' he always said.
"Good evening, Ospreytalon, Silverstar. I was unaware that my insomnia could be so advantageous. The stars are bright tonight."
He smiled, licked his Leader over the ear and walked past Spottedface toward the center of the clearing, swapping at her ear. He was not flirting in any way and tried to show Silverstar that in a meaningful look. For a second or two, he stared upwards at his ancestors and friends. The tom hoped it would be a while before he joined their ranks. Orange dome turned back to the assembled cats.
"There is no need for hostilities, Ospreytalon. If you watch, you'll find this is a common place for me to appear at night. The stars are clearest on the moors of WindClan's territory, but Fourtrees is the next best place. They help me sleep. You would be suprised at who all I've run into during my almost nightly visits. So, if I may ask, what brings the rest of you?"
Desertstorm looked in turn between his Leader and the WindClan cats. He had done absolutely nothing wrong. These lands were not claimed by one of the Clans and he would spill no blood here. StarClan could not be angry at something like that. Besides, it was true, this was one of the best places to view the beauty of StarClan.
Desertstorm didn't even notice the extra WindClan scent until after he heard the harsh voice. Of course, his smile didn't falter. Few things ever bothered the tom. And, since no one was in immediate danger, the Code hadn't been broken, and nothing he couldn't comprehend was going on, Desertstorm was good to go. Out of respect, he instinctually dipped his head. The newcomer was Ospreytalon, the Deputy of WindClan. And, since a Deputy was a Deputy, Desertstorm gave the correct respect. Of course, this particular Deputy wasn't the first cat on Desertstorm's list to run into in the dead of night, but he'd probably be alright.
"O-Ospreytalon... you..."
The ginger tom looked at his friend as she stuttered a sort of greeting to the Deputy. Spottedface was not the most composed cat when she thought she was in trouble, and of course, she was showing every sign of guilt. Personally, Desertstorm didn't think the she-cat had done anything wrong, but Ospreytalon was not known for his random bouts of mercy and heart. Still, though, Desertstorm wasn't too worried.
"Yes, I came.
...
I had to alert Tigerstar we were heading towards Fourtrees for our hunt. A bit far away from out territory, you understand."
Immediately, Desertstorm understood the mistake. Saying Fourtrees was far from WindClan terrain was like saying Twolegplace was far from ThunderClan's. Fourtrees boardered every Clan, and the tall warrior knew from experience that it wasn't that far to get from the camp to fourtrees. Besides, there was decent hunting in these parts during this time of year. But anyway, that wasn't really the point. It was the dead of night. Why would the Deputy and just a mere warrior be doing hunting? That was a load of mouse-dung and he knew it. If Spottedface really was out hunting -- especially with the storm that was about to blow through -- she was lacking a few marbles.
"How is RiverClan, if I may question?"
As far as he knew, there were no riffs between WindClan and RiverClan at that particular moment, but, as he was only a Warrior, he couldn't be completely sure. Not that it really mattered to him, he just hoped he'd get left behind whenever the call for battle went out if it ever did. Desertstorm was not the type to enjoy battle, regardless of his name. He found the other tom studying his physical bio. If he believed he couldn't skirt a fight before it started, that would probably alarm him. Ospreytalon was not a small opponant. Luckilly, Desertstorm's reputation of being a moderator preceded him.
Before he could answer the question though, another scent his his nostrils. A heartbeat or two later a sleek silver she-cat emerged from the same direction he had come from. The ginger tom's heart leapt at the sight of her. With difficulty, Desertstorm kept his face completely devoid of the emotion he felt for his leader. They had been nigh unseperable as aprentices and young warriors but when it appeared that she would be made Deputy, he had made sure she found him with a she-cat from another Clan to make her jealous. Unfortunately, it had the reverse effect, pushing her so far away he felt he'd never get her back. Now, as Leader, she was untouchable. It sickened his heart.
"How kind of you to ask, Ospreytalon. We are doing aweful-
...
-ly wonderful."
Desertstorm chuckled and figured it was about time he got back into the pow-wow. This was probably going to go downhill fast. Both of the ranking cats were on edge. Ospreytalon looked as if he barely held control and his beloved Silverstar sent him a look that asked why he was there. If he knew anyone, he knew his Leader like the back of his paw. Silverstar had a touch of aggression that used to make Desertstorm refuse to spar with her. She could be ruthless, and frankly, he couldn't even try to beat her. 'A little humility never hurt anyone,' he always said.
"Good evening, Ospreytalon, Silverstar. I was unaware that my insomnia could be so advantageous. The stars are bright tonight."
He smiled, licked his Leader over the ear and walked past Spottedface toward the center of the clearing, swapping at her ear. He was not flirting in any way and tried to show Silverstar that in a meaningful look. For a second or two, he stared upwards at his ancestors and friends. The tom hoped it would be a while before he joined their ranks. Orange dome turned back to the assembled cats.
"There is no need for hostilities, Ospreytalon. If you watch, you'll find this is a common place for me to appear at night. The stars are clearest on the moors of WindClan's territory, but Fourtrees is the next best place. They help me sleep. You would be suprised at who all I've run into during my almost nightly visits. So, if I may ask, what brings the rest of you?"
Desertstorm looked in turn between his Leader and the WindClan cats. He had done absolutely nothing wrong. These lands were not claimed by one of the Clans and he would spill no blood here. StarClan could not be angry at something like that. Besides, it was true, this was one of the best places to view the beauty of StarClan.
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