Post by mrblack on Feb 23, 2008 15:53:24 GMT -5
[[I used most of Rodolphus's bio, but I changes most of it. (I kept the personality the same because I want to use it for August even if it won't work for Rodolphus.)]]
ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name:August Strindberg
Age:15
Gender:male
Year:5
Celebrity:Gerard Way
Canon or Original?Original
Facial Properties: August's face is thin with shallow, white skin. His lanky black hair frames his face and makes him look unhealthy. August likes to draw on anything he can get his hands on, so he usually has some kind of picture on his cheek or forehead or somewhere. His teeth are impecably white, as he is a little OCD about that and he brushes them a lot. August's eyes are a clear grey that he uses to stare at people and make them uncomfortable. He doesn't mean to make them uncomfortable, he just does.
Physique:August looks skinnier than he actually is because most of his body mass is muscle. People think that August uses eye-liner to make the skin around his eyes red (see picture in signature), but he doesn’t, they’re just like that. August’s eyes are a cool grey that have a indefinitely happy look. He is a very good fighter, but it definitely does not show in his posture and face. August’s closet mostly consists of black: black jeans, black shirts, everything. He has a few striped articles and his shoes are mostly Converse that have been worn so much that they have separated from the soul and he draws on them quite frequently. He also has some hand-me-downs from his father, a lot of jeans from him, which are now covered in August’s cartoons.
Personality:August is cold and collected and he hardly ever losses his cool. He likes to make people laugh, if they're in his crowd of course, he scorns people who he doesn't deem worthy to be his friend. He has almost a supernatural sense of smell and he uses it for every advantage he can. He doesn't like physical work, August is more of a puzzles and books kind of guy. Though he is physically strong, he isn't very good at team sports. He doesn't work very well with people and he believes that he is always right.
Alone August is a totally differant person. He likes to listen to music and play solitare, with non-magic cards. He doesn't like to show other people this side because he knows what they will say, "What are you doing?! That's for muggle filth who can't find another way to entertain themselves!" August fears his father and he doesn't like to talk to his family very often, he doesn't like the memories that they bring up. He knows what it's like to try to fit in when you really don't belong.
August is exellent at disguising his true dislike for the anti-mudblood movement by becoming the most motivated in the cause. August makes his circle of friends tight and doesn't trust anybody. To gain his respect you basically have to jump through flaming hoops while on a tightrope riding a unicycle. He likes to meet new people, if only to put them down. August is good at finding people's weaknesses while hiding his own huge flaws.
August has an authority problem with teachers and thinks he is better than them. August will make you suffer if you don't comply to him. He is a vengful soul who will do anything to get what he wants. He will not give on anything and he argues frequently with everybody who claims that he's wrong. August has a short attention span and does't focus on anything for long. He doesn't understand people who read for pleasure and he hates classes because they're too long. August has a little friend that comes to him names Helium. Helium is a small, pink, balloon-0like creature that hovers around August's head, repeating everything he says in a high-pitched voice. Augut thinks that Helium came to him when he was a child, and drank a potion that was ment for his father.
Likes:
->Cheese[1
->His friend Helium[2
->People who know how to be fake so that you never know[3
->The color Purple[4
->rock music[5
->drawing[6
->writing[7
->horror movies[8
->Reading (preferably Stephen King)[9
->reading/watching anime[10
->Loud music[11
Dislikes:
->Stupid people[1
->music without words[2
->quietness[3
->Being alone[4
->People who are bad at being fake[5
->rap[6
->Pink[7
->Mashed potatoes[8
->Pink[9
->Being close to people[10
History: August was born on February 29, 1990. His father was out on a business trip and his mother was all alone, without anybody to be there to see their first child of nine. Two years later Tuesday was born, and Sandra swore off of having kids. Stephen was there for Tuesday, knowing that she would be his little baby girl. He always rejected August and his anti-social ways. Stephen tried to pressure Sandra into having more kids, he wanted the big, traditional family, even though he was never there. Obviously Sandra’s rejections didn’t stop her from getting pregnant with their third child, and second boy, Evan. Yet again, Stephen wasn’t there for the birth of his son. He treated August and Evan like slime while giving spoiling and giving presents to Tuesday, quickly turning her into a brat who demanded things that the Strindberg’s could not afford.
A year after Evan was born Sandra discovered that she was pregnant with twin boys. She begged and begged Stephen to stay and name the boys. “Name them Jack and Daniel for all I care,” was his response. On the day of the twin’s birth, Sandra hated Stephen for not being there, and so followed his advice, naming her children Jack and Daniel. It was a while before Sandra got preggers again, but it happened. And guess who was there for the birth. That’s right, Stephen Strindberg, the baby being a girl and all. He was furious at having children names after whiskey and so he decided to name this one, September. He quickly spoiled September as much as Tuesday.
Sandra Stephen was a depressed, fat, ugly woman after six children and a husband that neglected her and her children. Still, there was still heat between Stephen and Sandra, because they had another child. Sandra tricked Stephen into coming by telling him that John was a girl. The hospital officials had to restrain Mr. Strindberg when he found out that he had been douped. He decided to name this child too and he thought of the most annoying and bland name that he could, John. He decided that he was going to spoil John along with September and Tuesday. Sandra was devastated when she learned that she was pregnant with her eighth child, and another boy. It was starting to look like Tuesday and September would be the only girls that she would ever have. She named the baby with the first name that came to mind, Jason.
By this time August was the oldest out of eight and he was having to take care of his siblings while discovering what was going to be his down-fall.
Then, only six months ago, Sandra was found, by August, crying in her and Stephen’s room. She was going to have another baby and she didn’t think that Stephen was going to bother being there. August stepped up as the man of the family and went into the delivering room with his mother. He witnessed the grotesqueness of childbirth and could never look at his poor mother the same way again.
ABOUT YOU
Name:Tuesday (Pink) Floyd
Years of Experience:3-4 (can't really pinpoint it)
Sample Post:FROM ANOTHER SITE!!!!!!:
Night Slasher tore down the small-town Irish dirt road on his brand new motercycle at a whopping 36mph. "Yeeeeeeee-ha!" Slasher yelled as he found the small little house that looked like it belonged in a medieval village. He screamed to a stop and fishtailed in front of the house. He killed the engine and got off the bike, pulling off the helmet as he went. His hair was black and cut short in the fashion of the time. He wore a black suit and shiny black shoes that, oddly enough, didn't have a speck of dirt on them despite the dust that flew all over. His black eyes sparkled brightly against his too-pale skin and the moon glistened over his slicked hair.
Slasher smiled, revealing pointed teeth, and started towards the front door. "It's good to be home." Slasher had taken a very unfrequent vacation to his home. Since he was a top assassin for the Death Dealers he wasn't allowed to go back to his family very often. He didn't want his many enimies to find his famiyl and use them to interfer with his work. Night Slasher was veyr relived that the DD had permitted him to tell his mother and father and younger sister what he was, and then he was turned them too with they're and the DD's permission.
Slasher walked through the front door and looked around. In the 500 years since he had seen his family the house hadn't changed a bit. The couch was maybe a little newer, keeping up with the times and all, but other than that, the half-door that swung into the kitchen was still peeling and creaked when you pushed through it, the stairway that led up to the bedroom was still the same with the polished banister twisting the little was up to the second floor and the stairs squeeking loudly with every step you took. The only thing that had changed was the fact that there was one of those new TVs on a roller in the living room.
Night Slasher smiled and closed his eyes to soak in the scent of his childhood home. He opened his eyes and they practicall yglowed with pleasure at being home. "Hey, Mom, Dad, Elisha, I'm home!" Slasher called and his smile widened as he heard the thumping of footsteps upstairs. He saw the long black hair of his little sister, she looked only 16 but she was really almost as old as he. Elisha practically flew down the stairs and into Slasher's arms.
"Ugyne! You're home!" Elisha's voice was sweet and angelic, ringing through Slasher's ears like sweet music. Night Slasher rolled his eyes at his birth name. Uk, Ugyne Smedly I almost forgot that stupid thing.
Slasher wrapped his arms around Elisha's slight body, she was thin and tall. She had long black hair and bright green eyes. Her face made the boys at her school swoon and she had a growing fan club. Right now she wore a sky blue dress that fit her form and went down to her ankles almost down to her bare feet.
"Hi Leesh. Where's Mom and Dad?" Slasher was eager to see his parents. He had missed them a lot in the past five centuries and he didn't have a very long time to spend here. He had to get back to work soon.
"I think they're in the back yard. Gyne. They're going to be so happy you came! You should have written to say that you were coming!" Suddenly her face drooped, she hated her brother's dangerous job for the Death Dealers.
Seeing her disappointment, Slasher picked up her pretty little chin with one of his long fingers. "Hey, I have a couple of days to catch up. Ket's not waste them on being a sad little freak eh? Save that for when I'm gone." Night Slasher hugged Elisha one last time before letting her go and slipping through the staircase and the wall littered with pictures to get to the picturesque back yard.
The yard was filled to the brim with green grass and flowers and exotic trees. Slasher's father loved to grow things and his mother kind of got dragged into helping. He spotted them in the midst of a little clearing where the grass was thick and the flowers and tree grew all around like a circle.
"Hey Mom, Dad. Hows it hangin'?" Slasher's mothe rshot up and ran over to hug him. She was a short, squat little woman with pitch black hair just like her two children. She was a little plump and her hair was pulled back in a loose bun when she did house work. She wore a dark green dress with a white apron covering the lower part. The dress came down to almost dragging on the ground, covering her small feet and the shiny black shoes that covered them.
She came over and gripped Slasher in a death grip. "Oh my baby is home. Finally!" She shook him back and forth slightly and buried her square, but good natured face, into Slasher's chest. "I missed you so much. My boy. You worry me so much," this time her voice was a whisper.
"Yeah Mom, I missed you too. I know I should've come back sooner, just work and all. You know." Slasher's father shot up at the mention of his son's job. All of the Smedly's seemed to hate their only son's and brother's job. He had gotten no support from them when he joined.
Night Slasher's father stood up to his full height, a whopping 6ft 11in and walked over to where Slasher and his mother were hugging. He put his long hand on his wife's shoulder. "Come now Mother. He's probobly tired from his long trip. Aren't you son?" Mr. Smedly was very tall and very thin and his black hair contrasted highly with his white skin, just like his wife and his two children. He was very straight faced and Slasher didn't think that he had ever told a joke in his whole life. His ice blue eyes stared into Slasher's own black ones and wouldn't move 'til Slasher dropped his gaze. This test was administered every time Slasher entered his father's house. "He hasn't changed a bit." And he walked away into the house.
Slasher's mothe rlet him go and looked into her son's face. "Has time changed me at all Mother?" Slasher smiled, trying to make a joke. Mrs. Smedly nodded her head and tears came to her clear eyes.
"You're thinner, and paler if that'spossible. You're eyes are cold and empty. You have no more warmth in you Gyne. You've changed so much. This job is killing you. Can't you see that? Your father is right son. You have to quit." At the end of her sentence, Slasher's mother burried her face in her hands and turned away from him. Slasher was freaked out, his mother almost never cried.
"Hey, Mom. I'm alright, see," He lifted up hsi shirt to show off how fit he was. But instead his mother took one look and cried even harder. Even after 5oo hundred years the tattos that the DD had carved into him with one ray of the sun and then poured black ink into them to make a lasting tatto, they were still red. Slasher hadn't ment for his family to see them, they had too many reasons already to hate what he did. "Oh, come on Mom. I'm fine. It's just healing that's all. Scratches always look bad when they're healing you know that."
Slasher's mother just turned away and ran back into the house, wailing something about her son being suicidal and that those nasty people were going to kill him some day. So now Night Slasher stood alone in the green garden, the tough Death Dealer Assassin who people said didn't have a heart and had lived through a sun beam cutting shapes into his chest and arms, stood alone. His own family had made him feel worse than killing thousands and thousands of young children and innocent families. He stood there with his head down, right where his mother left him.
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