Post by Alex on Jan 4, 2008 21:05:37 GMT -5
What's Your Name?
[/u]Kyle
How can we contact you?[/u]
AIM - Kyeuadon
Character Information
Full name[/u]
Alexander Walsh
House[/u]
Slytherin
Age[/u]
15
Year[/u]
Fifth
Wand[/u]
A rune-inscribed beechwood wand. In length, it is just a bit over eleven and one-quarter inches long. The core consists of unicorn tail hair.
Pet[/u]
A small black and white cat named Xio
Personality[/u]
Alex is a quiet individual, who will normally keep to himself in large groups. Most people would consider him an outcast, as they don’t try to invite him into any kind of a group, so he lacks friends in his life. Focusing more on studies than relationships anyway, Alex represses the feelings of anger that he feels from the other students goading him about . Despite the short temper he possesses, Alex manages to keep himself in check at the last minute.
Likes[/u]
Reading
Writing
Darkness
Animals
Nature
Drawing
Music
Singing
Boys
Quiet
Dislikes[/u]
Large Groups
Sweet Food
Sitting normally
Drinks aside from water
Sports
Ties
Dress Codes
Organized Groups
Cliques
The Color Yellow
Strengths Your Character Has[/u]
Excellent writer
Intelligent
Amazing analyst
Weaknesses Your Character Has[/u]
Shy
Physically weak
Doesn’t like speaking out
Can’t make friends easily
Easily angered
Appearance[/u]
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Alex has his charcoal colored hair grown out so it covers his left eye and reaches his shoulders, giving him a slightly feminine look. Most of his features are very normal, brown eyes, normal nose and lips, and the only thing that sets him apart from others other than his hair is the red line that goes from his eye to the bottom of his face.
At an average height when standing up straight, Alex tries to blend in by slouching down when he stands and walks, leaving him to appear much shorter than all of the other boys his age. While Alex still wears the robes required by all Hogwarts students, he wears a necklace in place of a tie, the necklace’s pendant being a simple heart. Alex is severely underweight, despite his excessive eating habits, and will normally have to either pull up his pants or tighten a belt to keep himself from standing in his boxers.
Special Features And/Or Marks[/u]
A red line from the center of his left eye to the bottom of his face
Family being Sisters, brothers, mother, father, those things[/u]
Abandoned at birth
Any other kinds of relations your character might have[/u]
None
History[/u]
Alex was born in London, but quickly tossed into an orphanage by parents who had always hoped for a female child. As he grew, he was always distant from the other children, never really caring to try and befriend the raucous orphans. Always believing that his parents would come and get him from the orphanage, Alex waited until he finally realized that they were never going to come and get him. Rather than sink into depression like the other quiet children, Alex began to invent little things to do by himself using an unusual talent that he had been born with, magic.
At age eleven, when the letter from Hogwarts arrived, Alex was nearly instantly whisked away into the Wizarding World, fetching a wand, books, robes, and all the other things required for a Hogwarts student. On the train ride to the school, Alex was crammed into a compartment full of sixth year boys who nearly instantly pummeled the obvious poor Muggle-born. Stumbling out of said compartment, Alex found himself one full of what seemed to be first year girls, who welcomed him with smiles rather than fists.
Throughout his first five years in Hogwarts, Alex passed with some of the highest marks in his year, somehow remaining unnoticed by teachers and students alike, always in the back of the class and sitting alone at meals. His life at the orphanage hadn’t changed, however, despite his large periods of absence that was unnoticed by the other children, and he still returned there every summer, loathing the place and the people more than usual.
Role Playing Sample[/u]
Alex sat in the back of the Charms classroom, his feet on the chair and his knees to his face. Black hair fell in front of the eyes of the student, who was focusing on the parchment on which he was drawing a picture of the Whomping Willow. The light didn’t fall well on the lonely desk in the back of the class, so Alex had to keep turning his head slightly to get an angle that he could see the drawing properly, making small strokes with his quill every few seconds, adding more detail to the tree.
As he drew, Alex hummed a song to himself, the sound quiet enough that only he could hear it. The song was slightly difficult to hum without singing, as it was one of his favorites, and after a moment he began to whisper the words to himself, carrying the tune in his mind as he went. Unaware of the teacher asking him a question, Alex continued his drawing and soon every face in the classroom was facing him.
“He loves her, so... I’m not... that...”
Alex became aware of the eyes upon him and blushed. The teacher walked over to him and, as usual, pushed his legs back down onto the ground, causing Alex to knock over the ink bottle onto his drawing. Frowning, Alex looked up at the teacher with slightly angry eyes and pulled his legs back up,
“Sorry, what was the question..?”
The teacher shook his head and walked away, rather than ask Alex the question that they both knew he knew the answer for. Taking out his wand and waving it, the ink cleaned off of the parchment, leaving his drawing the same as it was before it had been drowned in ink. Alex continued his drawing, not bothering to pay attention to the class he could care less about.[/size][/color][/center]