Post by sablecore on Oct 13, 2007 8:14:23 GMT -5
Name: Sable Core
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Celebrity: Parker Gregory
Canon or Original?: Original
Facial Properties: A chocolaty brown hue in colour, his optics resemble that of a cat almost. Sable has no need for eyeglasses nor contacts -- his eye vision isn't perfect, but he refuses to wear such items so close to his eyes.Sable's locks of hair tangle every which way freely. Matching his optics, his wild curls are also a luscious brown in colour.
Physique: Sable isn't much of a body builder per se, but he's not completely pudding-arms either. He has muscle, as he used to cause various amounts of trouble at his old, reforming school. His hair is rather lively, with banana curls framing his toned features rather elegantly. Sable's fair skin is rough and calloused from various activities, with an addition of the scar running down the back of his left shoulder blade. His visage is clear from facial hair, with a square jaw and nicely set eyes. He has broad shoulders and a tall torso, matching his 6 foot 1 figure.
Sable's apparel varies with his mood, to be blatant. Although he's quite often spiteful and wearing dark, large garments. Not so Gothic is he, he just rather detests fitting in. He prefers diversity, which was the main reason he was sent to a reforming school before Hogwarts. He also wears a chain necklace with a pendant under his clothing at all times.
Personality: Sable is more than a bit proud and rather cocky. He has a tendency to .. strut. Looking at most people like they are below himself, Sable also, not so surprisingly, likes to be alone - to ponder on his own thoughts and reflect on life. Although he has a bond with a few close friends and (especially) Talan, his owl.
Music is one of the few highlights of Sable's life. He owns an ornate wooden guitar and plays constantly in his free time. One of his dreams in particular is to become a music artist, though all those who've tried out are far too below his expectations and those he liked were taken.
Sable can be headstrong at times, but common sense is not out of the question entirely. He's not easily offended by people or actions, but he does have a bit of a problem when it comes to 'revenge'. Sable's philosophy is "An eye for an eye."
He doesn't have many social weaknesses, but one cannot be forgotten regardless. Sable tends to develop jealousy with ease. It's a habit he's had since first year, but he hides it well enough. He tends to get jealous rather easily, though he hides it well. This factor is hardly a problem anymore, however - ever since he's taught himself to get what he wants through mischief and various other acts.
Likes:
• Music - Music is his life, his expression. Sable plays the guitar as well, and may sit by his bedside for an eternity strumming the melodic strings.
• Competition - This boy has a bit of an issue with competitions. He is extremely competitive, and will strive to any point to win. Although he achieves this in a silent way, it may include anything - as long as he gets what he wants.
Dislikes:
• Reading - Sable cannot stand sitting still flipping pages for an hour. He's an active student.
• Happy peppy: annoying! - Quite blatantly, Sable loses his patience with those who ... express themselves too much. Attention seeking little gits, that's what they are to him and need to be taught a lesson of reality.
• Large crowds - Sable is slightly claustrophobic, and just prefers large, quiet places to bustling, crazed areas. He also prefers authority to being lumped in with a crowd.
History:
Sable, as an only child, was not given rightful freedom of a healthy child. He was kept in check and on guard on a regular basis, never given much slack from the rope of freedom. Dessa Core, his mother, was constantly worrying about his welfare and the dangers just waiting to injure him -- But Oliver Core was more worried about the destruction Sable would cause by being exposed. The child's magic caused havoc; it had a tendency to break, shatter, and rip apart with a spiteful vengeance.
Though the Core's were a well-known pureblood wizarding family, all his life Sable had wished he wasn't any part of it. They were, quite frankly, loaded in all manners of the word. The Core's owned quite a fortune, to say. Sable was offered everything he wanted, but he just turned away. He wanted freedom, he wanted to live.
As the boy grew older, he began to change for the worse. His attitude turned wretched and cruel, cold and uncaring. He no longer cared for his family, nor his schoolwork. Sable had delved himself into the magic of the Dark Arts. He found every aspect of it incredibly fascinating.
Alas, his letter from Hogwarts arrived. Sable hid it for roughly a month, he knew what his mother would do if she found out. She would smother him in hugs in kisses, that's what! Instead, he pocketed a fair amount of gold and left that night, leaving behind not a trace of him.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Jen, please.
Years of Experience: Hard to tell.. Three or for respectively, but not constantly.
Sample Post:
As the train screeched to a slow halt, Sable's heartbeat only grew wilder. Dark hues flickered to the window, coated with a thin layer of mist. Winter was settling in nicely, it seemed. Several first years were huddled in the corner of his cushioned seat, whom he dismissed with a tiny nod of his head in their direction. They scrambled out the compartment without question - Sable smirked. They knew their place.
He straightened his cloak, stowing his wand in a pocket before he pulled his trunk from the rack above his head. Sable slid the door to his compartment open for a second time, stepping out to greet the magical world once more for a year. Students were certainly lively this year, bustling and pushing to get to the front of the train. Especially those pesty first years. Sable just weaved in between thee students as easily as a wave, never losing his smooth strut.
Alas he found himself on solid ground, standing in front of Hogwarts itself. Only a few more years in this place, then he was free - outside of restraint from everyone but the Ministry of Magic, those big oafs. A smirk just barely visible etched across his features, picking his head up in pride as he walked to the awaiting school.
Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia
[It's been made a bit quickly and rushed, but it's been made regardless. Sorry if it's short. ]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Celebrity: Parker Gregory
Canon or Original?: Original
Facial Properties: A chocolaty brown hue in colour, his optics resemble that of a cat almost. Sable has no need for eyeglasses nor contacts -- his eye vision isn't perfect, but he refuses to wear such items so close to his eyes.Sable's locks of hair tangle every which way freely. Matching his optics, his wild curls are also a luscious brown in colour.
Physique: Sable isn't much of a body builder per se, but he's not completely pudding-arms either. He has muscle, as he used to cause various amounts of trouble at his old, reforming school. His hair is rather lively, with banana curls framing his toned features rather elegantly. Sable's fair skin is rough and calloused from various activities, with an addition of the scar running down the back of his left shoulder blade. His visage is clear from facial hair, with a square jaw and nicely set eyes. He has broad shoulders and a tall torso, matching his 6 foot 1 figure.
Sable's apparel varies with his mood, to be blatant. Although he's quite often spiteful and wearing dark, large garments. Not so Gothic is he, he just rather detests fitting in. He prefers diversity, which was the main reason he was sent to a reforming school before Hogwarts. He also wears a chain necklace with a pendant under his clothing at all times.
Personality: Sable is more than a bit proud and rather cocky. He has a tendency to .. strut. Looking at most people like they are below himself, Sable also, not so surprisingly, likes to be alone - to ponder on his own thoughts and reflect on life. Although he has a bond with a few close friends and (especially) Talan, his owl.
Music is one of the few highlights of Sable's life. He owns an ornate wooden guitar and plays constantly in his free time. One of his dreams in particular is to become a music artist, though all those who've tried out are far too below his expectations and those he liked were taken.
Sable can be headstrong at times, but common sense is not out of the question entirely. He's not easily offended by people or actions, but he does have a bit of a problem when it comes to 'revenge'. Sable's philosophy is "An eye for an eye."
He doesn't have many social weaknesses, but one cannot be forgotten regardless. Sable tends to develop jealousy with ease. It's a habit he's had since first year, but he hides it well enough. He tends to get jealous rather easily, though he hides it well. This factor is hardly a problem anymore, however - ever since he's taught himself to get what he wants through mischief and various other acts.
Likes:
• Music - Music is his life, his expression. Sable plays the guitar as well, and may sit by his bedside for an eternity strumming the melodic strings.
• Competition - This boy has a bit of an issue with competitions. He is extremely competitive, and will strive to any point to win. Although he achieves this in a silent way, it may include anything - as long as he gets what he wants.
Dislikes:
• Reading - Sable cannot stand sitting still flipping pages for an hour. He's an active student.
• Happy peppy: annoying! - Quite blatantly, Sable loses his patience with those who ... express themselves too much. Attention seeking little gits, that's what they are to him and need to be taught a lesson of reality.
• Large crowds - Sable is slightly claustrophobic, and just prefers large, quiet places to bustling, crazed areas. He also prefers authority to being lumped in with a crowd.
History:
Sable, as an only child, was not given rightful freedom of a healthy child. He was kept in check and on guard on a regular basis, never given much slack from the rope of freedom. Dessa Core, his mother, was constantly worrying about his welfare and the dangers just waiting to injure him -- But Oliver Core was more worried about the destruction Sable would cause by being exposed. The child's magic caused havoc; it had a tendency to break, shatter, and rip apart with a spiteful vengeance.
Though the Core's were a well-known pureblood wizarding family, all his life Sable had wished he wasn't any part of it. They were, quite frankly, loaded in all manners of the word. The Core's owned quite a fortune, to say. Sable was offered everything he wanted, but he just turned away. He wanted freedom, he wanted to live.
As the boy grew older, he began to change for the worse. His attitude turned wretched and cruel, cold and uncaring. He no longer cared for his family, nor his schoolwork. Sable had delved himself into the magic of the Dark Arts. He found every aspect of it incredibly fascinating.
Alas, his letter from Hogwarts arrived. Sable hid it for roughly a month, he knew what his mother would do if she found out. She would smother him in hugs in kisses, that's what! Instead, he pocketed a fair amount of gold and left that night, leaving behind not a trace of him.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Jen, please.
Years of Experience: Hard to tell.. Three or for respectively, but not constantly.
Sample Post:
As the train screeched to a slow halt, Sable's heartbeat only grew wilder. Dark hues flickered to the window, coated with a thin layer of mist. Winter was settling in nicely, it seemed. Several first years were huddled in the corner of his cushioned seat, whom he dismissed with a tiny nod of his head in their direction. They scrambled out the compartment without question - Sable smirked. They knew their place.
He straightened his cloak, stowing his wand in a pocket before he pulled his trunk from the rack above his head. Sable slid the door to his compartment open for a second time, stepping out to greet the magical world once more for a year. Students were certainly lively this year, bustling and pushing to get to the front of the train. Especially those pesty first years. Sable just weaved in between thee students as easily as a wave, never losing his smooth strut.
Alas he found himself on solid ground, standing in front of Hogwarts itself. Only a few more years in this place, then he was free - outside of restraint from everyone but the Ministry of Magic, those big oafs. A smirk just barely visible etched across his features, picking his head up in pride as he walked to the awaiting school.
Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia
[It's been made a bit quickly and rushed, but it's been made regardless. Sorry if it's short. ]
