Syr Lexington

[syr]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Nathan
Gender: male
Age: 15
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: none
Years of RPG Experience: Two Years
Other: TEDDY

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? Plagued Affiliates Board
What about ISS inspired you to join? I like the updated plot, plus the rules are reasonable...which is always a good thing.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Not really, no.

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name:Syr Lexington
Age: eleven
Gender:male
Year:First
Face Claim: Ashton Kutcher (I have a picture if needed?)

Canon or Original?Original

Facial Properties: Syr has a thin, short nose. His long, dark brown hair hangs just above his pale blue eyes. The look in these sweet eyes is usually one of mischief, jealousy, or maybe even understanding. His cheek bones are usually revealed through his pale cheeks. Thin lips sometimes spread to reveal pearly white teeth. He has small bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.
Physique: An average sized elven year old, he hasn't quite matured enough to be able to devlop much muscle, but he's fairly strong. Before Hogwarts he was obsessed with his abs. He would always tell himself abs were the key to intimidation...which he liked. His legs and arms are..fairly thin. Not skin and bones, but not much else, either. Syr Lexington is 5'1.

Wand Type: Dark Arts 12
Wand Expertise: Defense against the Dark Arts
Patronus: A tiger
Boggart: None know. He tells no one. He tells no one that his greatest fear is...death.
Personality: Syr Lexington is a clever and chaotic boy. In second grade he had been paddled three times for playing pranks on the teacher and students. His parents were barely in his life, so he had to learn initiative and how to take care of himself. He is usually brave, but has been known to coward behind his friends during a fight. (He'll only do so if he knows for sure he has no chance.) He is nice if the same attitude is returned to him, but is also very good at finding a person's main flaw and using it against them.

His main flaw, some might say, is that he doesn't trust anyone. Although he can be nice to many, he doesn't tell many anything about himself. This can be such a bad thing because if he ever needs help there are very few people he can call on. The look on his face is normally straight and unrevealing. He believes he's something to look at, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. He walks with his chin held high, like he owns the place.

He works hard in class, and strives to be the best wizard he can be. He's heard a lot about Voldemort so far...and really hopes that once he graduates Voldemort will still be out there, so that he can give the Dark Lord a piece of his mind. Someone once told him about Death Eaters, and he stayed up all night contemplating the idea of doing the dark Lord's will. It sounded like it may be fun...if he was ever asked to do it. But why would the Dark Lord choose such a wimp like him?

On the train ride to Hogwarts last month, he decided he would focus on offensive and defensive spells. Who cares about turning a dog to a cat, right? In his eyes, the most important and the most profitable spells are ones that will repel your enemies. Now of course he is still going to work hard in every class, he'll just work hardest on classes he believes are the most important.



Likes:
+Intimidation
+Sweets
+Hard Work
+Intelligence
+Girls
+Causing harm
+Sports
+Flight
+Power
Dislikes:
–Death
–Voldemort
–Teachers
–Punishment
–Failing
–His parents
–The dark
–Unintelligence
–Being scared
–Jerks

History: Syr Lexington was born into a small family. Just him and his parents. His first steps were when he was three and his first word was "hate." This might be because his parents sued the word rather frequently, inbetween swigs of beer and puffs of smoke. From the first night he could remember, Syr's dad Lark would come home every night, drinking like a fish, and would beat him around until his mother returned from the factory, at which point the beating would go to her.

When Syr was six he returned from school to be greeted by police hauling off his father, and his mom being hauled away in an ambulance. Turned out his father had gone too far this time, breaking Mommy's arm. Syr's mom had signed papers for him to be sent to an orphanage. For these reasons, Syr developed a seering hate for his parents. How could they do this to him? Ship him off to live with low lifes! He couldn't believe what they had done to him, and to his life.

So, he lived in an orphanage twenty blocks away from his old home. The orphanage, like many others, was run by fat cats that didn't give a flying shat about their inhabitants. This was where syr learned how important initiative and responsibilty were. He made a good friend, there. This friend he defended many times, and never lost. Mostly because he actually had somehting to fight for. Sadly, though, when Syr was nine years old, his best and only friend was adopted and taken away. So, he hated him, too.

And finally, when Syr was Eleven years old, a month and a half ago, a strang man came to the orphanage. The man didn't look around. He didn't browse his choices like most men who come to the orphanage. He only asked for one boy. He said he would take this boy to a much better place then this was. The boy's name was Syr Lexington. The man explained that Syr had a special talent, and was going to be taken to a school for people like him, and he would learn to hone his powers. Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Sample Post: Stronghold was fighting on his feet now. A Huropian pikeman had gotten his horse, forcing him to walk. He blocked an attack from an enemy swordsman, and pushed him back a few steps. Seeing he had an opening, Stronghold advanced and thrusted his sword through the stomach of the swordsman. The swordsman coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Stronghold chuckled under his helmet and advanced on some more rookie swordsmen. A thrust here, a few parries there, and most of the Huron army was scared to challange him. Except for one man. One particular man he had heard much about. The second best fighter in all of Huron had emerged from the crowd of cowering soldiers, in his gleaming iron plate armor, iron longsword in hand, he had gone on about how Stronghold was a coward, only going against the rookies.

Well, this obviously infuriated Stronghold, so he took up his shortsword and prepared for battle with this, the most difficult opponent of his career. Stronghold attacked first, slashing for his opponent's legs. The champion jumped over the sword and stabbed for Stronghold's head, but Stronghold ducked. "You're pretty fast." Stronghold said, but the only reply he recieved was a grunt and a kick in the chest. Stronghold few back a couple of feet and landed on his back. After a minute he pulled himself up. "How dare you, fool!!!" He yelled, and started slashing at the Champion's entire self. Head, chest, legs, feet...whatever he could.

The Champion blocked all of the attacks, but was becoming a little tired. He stumbled backwards to catch his breath, and Stronghold allowed him the time. He didn't want to end a fight with such a worthy opponent so quickly. So now, the army of the Megopian fort behind Stronghold, most of the Hurpian army behind the Champion, all waited in anticipation for the next occurances of the battle. The Champion regained his stature and charged Stronghold. Their swords clashed, and now they were pushing against each other's sword with their own, trying to force his opponent down. Stronghold slid back a little in the dirt, then the Champion. Their strength was equal, which was amazing because the Champion looked much stronger. (Even to this day I believe Stronghold's anger gave him the power to keep going.)

Stronghold, after putting his strength up against that of the Champion's for fifteen minutes, was able to force him on his back. The Megopian garrison cheered as Stronghold put his sword on the Chapion's neck, preparing to end his life. At that very moment, however, a voice like thunder rang out. "Surely he gave up enough of a fight not to have a traitor's death." It said. Stronghold, suprised as the others, looked up to the Huron army bowing to a man that had just emerged from the crowd in leather armor.This man was obviously Arthur, leader of the Huron rebellion...and the only man keeping the Champion at Stronghold's feet from being the number one fighter in Huron. "What do you want?" Asked Stronghold rather smugly. "A wager. Let's duel. You win, my army and I leave. However, if I win...you and your army get to sit and watch us destroy your precious little fort." Said Arthur.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Nathan Jones (sorry about that, i accidently hit insert tool...) have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Hey, Nathan! Sorry for the slight delay, things have been a little hectic. Anyhow, before I can accept you I was wondering if you could maybe try to flesh out your paragraphs in Syr's personality and history a little more? Also, your username should display your character's first and last name, as in "Syr Lexington". Finally, you need to add three icons at the top of your application and you'll need to find another FC since Ashton Kutcher has been SFCed by Ellie. You can check here to see what other FCs are taken and then try to find one that's not (: If you could just do that, I'd be more than happy to look over your app again.

Thanks!

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