Post by Vincent Olivander on Apr 18, 2010 21:27:24 GMT -5
Vincent Ollivander
getting to know the face.
[/size][/i] Vincent Ollivanderfull name;
nickname;[/i] Vince
gender;[/i] Male
age;[/i] seventeen
sexuality;[/i] heterosexual
pet;[/i] a pet iguana, Bram and an owl, Godley.
face claim;[/i] lukasz fabianski
appearance;[/i] When he's in the right mood his hair might look like the seventh insane chaos of the world. Most of the time though it's neatly cut. It has always been a brown colour. He is short for his age, 5'4, but had a very boyish build, not having quite filled out with man-muscle yet. His hair is always straight, not a curl on his head. Often shaved to the point where no curl is possible.
His skin is rough and scarred but by no fault of his own. His eyes are grey. His clothing when he is not dressed in Hogwarts uniform looks ancient, like something his grandfather picked. His family are very old-fashioned when it came to clothes. He will still wear suits like a business tycoon on formal events and has no shame in doing so. Often he will be artistic enough to stick accessories on his clothes, such as bones or bells. His body is however of a slim athletic shape weighing 129lbs.
personality;[/i] Like his parents and grandfather he is very old-fashioned, listens to old music and wears old clothes. He has also learned to be independent, and prefers to do things himself though he can also enjoy the company of others. There is never going to be a girl that can sway him, for example at a ball he will never get up and dance. He much prefers to be out in the daylight and to stay in listening to music and drinking hot chocolate during the nights. Though he'd never admit it opening he wouldn't be caught dead in the forest at night, whether he was in the wizarding world or not.
He likes his sports, in the muggle world he will play football, hockey, ice hockey, badminton, archery, tennis, any sport where you are in control. He will also, obviously, take part in Quidditch. He likes reading up on sports too, for he also believes in the academia. Since learning to drive a car he's been a lot more confident, he loves his car. It's a green volvo beauty. Everytime someone comes near it he bites his lip or nails in suspense, he can't help it. Despite his harbouring love for his car, he won't drive it often out of concern for the environment. His main reason for getting behind the wheel is so that he can enjoy one of the few things that muggles do better, he prefers a car to a broom anyday, and if for whatever reason his car is unavailable he doesn't underestimate a good run.
Now you may ask, why is this guy in Slytherin? It's his ambition. He rejects the concept that Slytherin is the evil house, no house can be evil. He doesn't see it as an insult he was put in Slytherin and intends to break the stereotypes people have over it. He is ambitious in his desire to be creative, what he really wants to do is write songs. He plays guitar and sings his own songs, and he is determined to become a musician or join the Thundelarra Thunderers Quidditch team in Australia. His songs are mostly about his uncle's electrocution, it affected Vincent badly when he was only thirteen at the time.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
digging deeper.
[/size][/i] sixthyear;
house;[/i] Slytherin
hometown;[/i] Sydney, Australia
blood;[/i] halfblood
race;[/i] human
wand type;[/i] 9 and a half inch walnut with dragon claw core
history;[/i] Growing up, Vincent loved going to art museums and exploring the world's ways of happiness. New York City was his goal, he'd always wanted to go there when he was little. The excitement of the big city was appealing to him. Compared to the farm they lived on in Sydney it seemed the greatest place on earth. They had very little money though, selling what they could and living on the minimum was the best they could do. Maria Monteith was his idol, she was a chaser on the national Australia team. Vincent often tried to ride the family horse, they were hoping he could compete for money, but his heart wasn't in it.
Admittedly Vincent grew jealous when his brother picked up on riding so easily, but at this time Vincent had pursued other sports. When Vincent was five they moved to England, he never asked why but assumed it was because they had recieved a generous offer for the farm. At first Vincent was a bookworm, entertaining himself with books he'd overlooked in Australia. Then he heard Stairway to heaven, by Led Zepplin. He heard the guitar playing and knew that it was a new beginning for him. He couldn't pick up a guitar properly at such a young age, he was a month away from turning six. But he kept going at it, and with determination finally played it successfully three years later. He also made friends with another family while they were in England, the Wood family, who were the first link to wizards they had so far since his grandfather's death - who made wizarding wands decades ago. This family lived next door, and though Vincent's parents did become close with the family Vincent was far more interested in pursuing his own interests.
He was stil reading as much as he could, he loved the satire of Frank Jacobs in particular. He also played video games, such Operation Desert Storm which his brother used to help him with. His life was very muggle until he was offered a place at Hogwarts when he was thirteen, until then he attended a muggle school. He arrived at Hogwarts as a very light hearted and polished young boy, though with the Slytherin boys he was looked at as more wild and intimidating, despite Vincent being as shy as any other guy. He was very practical with his subjects, being better at potions than study of ancient runes. He couldn't help it, wand-making was in his blood. He started to spend time with Amara Wood until the family, apparently taking this as a sign of acceptance, arranged a marriage between them with Vincent's parent's permission.
He tried to disagree with the idea, even meeting her parents for the first formal time completely descamisado and with his hair dyed bright red holding caricature sketchings of her parents. Immature, he knew, but he was determined to fight it. When Amara wouldn't back him up, and seemed to obey her father no questions asked, Vincent backed down and let them arrange the marriage. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
the face behind the mask.
[/size][/i] is played by shideh[/i]. three or four years[/i] have passed since I began this obsessed fun[/i]. However, I have been living for seventeen years[/i] and have been known as that uncertain[/i] type of gender. Enough about me, I also play as lno one else[/i]. Never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get Bill Weasley[/i] to jinx you!
This eager
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Rajesh couldn't wait for the summer, he missed his family. His sister was his only company and when she wasn't there he was in here. the library. As a present Rajesh had already conjured a package of ginger green tea similar to that he had found in the attic at home and sent them to his mother. No doubt she and his father were at an outdoor cafe somewhere enjoying a butterbeer through a big straw. Every day was a new beginning but all too often Rajesh met it's end with an unsatisfied outlook. He was flicking through his potions book with an unhappy expression, most of the potions he had to learn looked the same to him. The only one he could remember was the one that looked remarkably similar to raspberry iced tea.
After a few hours his cheek was laid sideways on his potions book, the pages stuck to it like art. Waking from this slumber wasn't easy, especially after hearing the voices of students that frankly made his life hell. Slytherins. Grumbling insults under his breath he sat up again and picked up his quill ready to make notes. Damn Slytherins, thought they were better than everyone else. He was just as pureblood as them, smart if not smarter than them, he was no different aside from the fact that Rajesh could experience difficulty without being affected by it.
"Stupid potions!" he growled and slammed the book shut.
After a few hours his cheek was laid sideways on his potions book, the pages stuck to it like art. Waking from this slumber wasn't easy, especially after hearing the voices of students that frankly made his life hell. Slytherins. Grumbling insults under his breath he sat up again and picked up his quill ready to make notes. Damn Slytherins, thought they were better than everyone else. He was just as pureblood as them, smart if not smarter than them, he was no different aside from the fact that Rajesh could experience difficulty without being affected by it.
"Stupid potions!" he growled and slammed the book shut.
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