Post by Michael Léon Bontecou on Dec 11, 2007 23:58:00 GMT -5
What's Your Name?[/u]
Michael
How can we contact you?[/u]
AIM- itsmeesei
Character Information
Michael Léon Bontecou
House[/u]
Gryffindor
Age[/u]
17
Year[/u]
Seventh
Wand[/u]
Eighteen inches, cherry wood, Dragon Heartstring core, sturdy, excellent for quick spellwork.
Pet[/u]
Pygmy Owl, named Midget[/center]
[Michael Bontecou is more of a calm man, wishing to stay on the intelligent side of things and work them out strategically, instead of displays of power. However, if the time comes down to the point in which the only thing necessary to get into the skull of the other person is a display of power, then that is what Michael will do, and he will quickly overpower those who oppose him. Beneath his calm exterior though, is a raging sea of determination. When he has a goal, he will achieve it, no matter what may come his way.][/right]
Likes[/u]
[Your Mom]
[Reading]
[Writing]
[Drawing]
[Guitar playing]
[Attractive Women]
[Wizard Chess]
[Writing lyrics]
[Charms]
[Transfiguration]
Dislikes[/u]
[Potions. With a passion]
[Repetitivness]
[Boring people]
[Waiting]
[Animal cruelty]
[Arguments]
[Dark Magic]
[Studying]
[Muggle intolerance]
[Derogatory terms]
Strengths Your Character Has[/u]
[Charms]
Weaknesses Your Character Has[/u]
[Always wanting to see the good in someone]
[Potions]
[The inability to turn a blind eye to a beautiful woman]
[Wears emotions on his sleeves]
Body
His skin is a light hued tan, an apparent natural marble whiteness, tanned only ever so much by time spent in the sun. Like his father, his hair is a brown, naturally. Taking pride in being different, Michael has blonde highlights. His eyes are opaquely blue, like the waters of the ocean. Like his mother, he has naturally curled and full eye-lashes, the envy of many girls who spend time trying to make them look like his. He also sports a very distinguished jaw line, compliments of his father.
He has long fingers, slender yet strong. Taking great pride in his body, Michael stays as physically fit as possible. His chest is, like his stomache, clearly defined by toned muscle, as are his arms. His legs are highly toned, his calf muscles 'shredded'. On his right arm, from about his hsoulder, to his elbow, he has a highly 'psychadellic' tattoo.
Generally, Michael wears black slacks,with a white muscle Shirt. If he does not have his muscle shirt adourned, he will be seen sporting a grey sweater-ish shirt. When in formal, or school settings, he wears a white button up, collared shirt, with a black sweater-vest over it. The shirt is generally always untucked, as he feels it adds a bit of 'pizaz'.
Special Features And/Or Marks[/u]
He has a dimple on his chin, and piercings in both ears.[/center]
Family being Sisters, brothers, mother, father, those things[/u]
Both his Mother and Father are deceased.
Uncle- Jean Luc Bontecou
Any other kinds of relations your character might have[/u]
None at this Time
[Born in Tours, France, Michael was birthed to a Witch mother, and a Wizard father. His father, Louise, was the Head of the Department for Magical Cooperation in the French Ministry, and his mother, Marie, was a muggleborn Witch who ran a small shop. At Michael's time of birth, they were both very prominent members of the local Wizarding society.
He would face hardship early in life, though. Both his mother and his father would go missing by his sixth birthday. Unbeknownst to him, his parents had been targeted as a hate crime by dark wizards. Having no living family left in France, Michael was sent abroad, ti live with his Unclean Jean Luc in London.
Upon his eleventh birthday, Michael obtained a letter with a wax seal. Among the first letters he had ever gotten, and the most important looking, he quickly opened it. Upon opening the envelope, he read his invitation to Hogwarts. Overjoyed, he spent the day reading and re-reading the letter saying his future would lead him to what his family had.
His six years of schooling were rather inconsequential. His first year, he obtained top marks out of all the first years. During his Second year, he slacked off slightly. His grades went down, and he spent a fair ammount of time in detention. He rectified his mistakes in his third year, once again reaching the top of his class. His Fourth year, and even his fifth year, seemed to be modled after his Second year, landing him in detention for almost as long as he was in class. His Sixth year was spent like his first, though he never quite reached the top of the class.] [/right]
Role Playing Sample[/u]
[The man appeared from no where. He stood, not moving from the spot where there had been nothing moments ago, looking around. He was dressed strangely for someone walking around town. The darkness was suffocating, eating any sign of his appearence. A soft ruffle would be heard as the man reached into the cloak that adourned him. Though the darkness wouldn't allow it to be seen, the man withdrew a rather long, thin piece of wood. It was eighteen inches long, to be exact. Made from cherry wood, a red tint to it. Inside that switch of wood was a thin strand. Should anyone have opened the wood, they would think it a strange string, were they a muggle. To any who were not of the muggle persuasion, they would recognize it as the heartstring of a Dragon. They would also recognize it not as a piece of wood, but a wand.
The man lifted the wand, and muttered a strange sounding word. From the very tip of the wand, a dazzling light sprang to life, filling the small alley way with the warmth to fight the all consuming darkness. A few seconds would pass, where the man took in the contents of the alley. To the side of him were a couple of garbage cans, and an empty box. Behind him was a large brick wall, rundown looking. He moved forward to the door directly ahead of him.
It was unlocked, which to some would seem strange, for the neighborhood was rundown looking. As he entered the hallway of the building, he whispered another strange sounding word, the light at the tip of the wand vanishing as fast as it had been. He moved along the dimly lit hallway, past a few closed doors. His cloak rustled behind him as he walked along the wooden floor, into an open dining area, where a bar stood off to the side. He placed the wand into a small pocket on the inside of his cloak, and sat off to the side, in a small booth that held a view of a majority of the bar.
He sat there, hood drawn to cover his face, as he looked at the Leaky Cauldron, wondering if they would show. He had recieved information that a man would be coming here. Pulling the hood of the cloak down, he revealed a dirty blonde head of hair, with piercing blue eyes. He had a defined jawline, a little stubble growing along his chin and upper lip from a few days without shaving. He looked to the bar, then to the door on the far side of the room.]
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Michael
How can we contact you?[/u]
AIM- itsmeesei
Character Information
Full name
[/u]Michael Léon Bontecou
House[/u]
Gryffindor
Age[/u]
17
Year[/u]
Seventh
Wand[/u]
Eighteen inches, cherry wood, Dragon Heartstring core, sturdy, excellent for quick spellwork.
Pet[/u]
Pygmy Owl, named Midget[/center]
Personality
[/u][Michael Bontecou is more of a calm man, wishing to stay on the intelligent side of things and work them out strategically, instead of displays of power. However, if the time comes down to the point in which the only thing necessary to get into the skull of the other person is a display of power, then that is what Michael will do, and he will quickly overpower those who oppose him. Beneath his calm exterior though, is a raging sea of determination. When he has a goal, he will achieve it, no matter what may come his way.][/right]
Likes[/u]
[Your Mom]
[Reading]
[Writing]
[Drawing]
[Guitar playing]
[Attractive Women]
[Wizard Chess]
[Writing lyrics]
[Charms]
[Transfiguration]
Dislikes[/u]
[Potions. With a passion]
[Repetitivness]
[Boring people]
[Waiting]
[Animal cruelty]
[Arguments]
[Dark Magic]
[Studying]
[Muggle intolerance]
[Derogatory terms]
Strengths Your Character Has[/u]
[Charms]
Weaknesses Your Character Has[/u]
[Always wanting to see the good in someone]
[Potions]
[The inability to turn a blind eye to a beautiful woman]
[Wears emotions on his sleeves]
Appearance
[/u]Body
His skin is a light hued tan, an apparent natural marble whiteness, tanned only ever so much by time spent in the sun. Like his father, his hair is a brown, naturally. Taking pride in being different, Michael has blonde highlights. His eyes are opaquely blue, like the waters of the ocean. Like his mother, he has naturally curled and full eye-lashes, the envy of many girls who spend time trying to make them look like his. He also sports a very distinguished jaw line, compliments of his father.
He has long fingers, slender yet strong. Taking great pride in his body, Michael stays as physically fit as possible. His chest is, like his stomache, clearly defined by toned muscle, as are his arms. His legs are highly toned, his calf muscles 'shredded'. On his right arm, from about his hsoulder, to his elbow, he has a highly 'psychadellic' tattoo.
Generally, Michael wears black slacks,with a white muscle Shirt. If he does not have his muscle shirt adourned, he will be seen sporting a grey sweater-ish shirt. When in formal, or school settings, he wears a white button up, collared shirt, with a black sweater-vest over it. The shirt is generally always untucked, as he feels it adds a bit of 'pizaz'.
Special Features And/Or Marks[/u]
He has a dimple on his chin, and piercings in both ears.[/center]
Family being Sisters, brothers, mother, father, those things[/u]
Both his Mother and Father are deceased.
Uncle- Jean Luc Bontecou
Any other kinds of relations your character might have[/u]
None at this Time
History
[/u][Born in Tours, France, Michael was birthed to a Witch mother, and a Wizard father. His father, Louise, was the Head of the Department for Magical Cooperation in the French Ministry, and his mother, Marie, was a muggleborn Witch who ran a small shop. At Michael's time of birth, they were both very prominent members of the local Wizarding society.
He would face hardship early in life, though. Both his mother and his father would go missing by his sixth birthday. Unbeknownst to him, his parents had been targeted as a hate crime by dark wizards. Having no living family left in France, Michael was sent abroad, ti live with his Unclean Jean Luc in London.
Upon his eleventh birthday, Michael obtained a letter with a wax seal. Among the first letters he had ever gotten, and the most important looking, he quickly opened it. Upon opening the envelope, he read his invitation to Hogwarts. Overjoyed, he spent the day reading and re-reading the letter saying his future would lead him to what his family had.
His six years of schooling were rather inconsequential. His first year, he obtained top marks out of all the first years. During his Second year, he slacked off slightly. His grades went down, and he spent a fair ammount of time in detention. He rectified his mistakes in his third year, once again reaching the top of his class. His Fourth year, and even his fifth year, seemed to be modled after his Second year, landing him in detention for almost as long as he was in class. His Sixth year was spent like his first, though he never quite reached the top of the class.] [/right]
Role Playing Sample[/u]
[The man appeared from no where. He stood, not moving from the spot where there had been nothing moments ago, looking around. He was dressed strangely for someone walking around town. The darkness was suffocating, eating any sign of his appearence. A soft ruffle would be heard as the man reached into the cloak that adourned him. Though the darkness wouldn't allow it to be seen, the man withdrew a rather long, thin piece of wood. It was eighteen inches long, to be exact. Made from cherry wood, a red tint to it. Inside that switch of wood was a thin strand. Should anyone have opened the wood, they would think it a strange string, were they a muggle. To any who were not of the muggle persuasion, they would recognize it as the heartstring of a Dragon. They would also recognize it not as a piece of wood, but a wand.
The man lifted the wand, and muttered a strange sounding word. From the very tip of the wand, a dazzling light sprang to life, filling the small alley way with the warmth to fight the all consuming darkness. A few seconds would pass, where the man took in the contents of the alley. To the side of him were a couple of garbage cans, and an empty box. Behind him was a large brick wall, rundown looking. He moved forward to the door directly ahead of him.
It was unlocked, which to some would seem strange, for the neighborhood was rundown looking. As he entered the hallway of the building, he whispered another strange sounding word, the light at the tip of the wand vanishing as fast as it had been. He moved along the dimly lit hallway, past a few closed doors. His cloak rustled behind him as he walked along the wooden floor, into an open dining area, where a bar stood off to the side. He placed the wand into a small pocket on the inside of his cloak, and sat off to the side, in a small booth that held a view of a majority of the bar.
He sat there, hood drawn to cover his face, as he looked at the Leaky Cauldron, wondering if they would show. He had recieved information that a man would be coming here. Pulling the hood of the cloak down, he revealed a dirty blonde head of hair, with piercing blue eyes. He had a defined jawline, a little stubble growing along his chin and upper lip from a few days without shaving. He looked to the bar, then to the door on the far side of the room.]
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