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Post by riley on Oct 13, 2007 5:03:30 GMT -5
ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Riley Winters
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Celebrity: William Moseley
Canon or Original? Original
Facial Properties: An steel gray color would be his eyes, almost blue but not quite there. An even tone of slightly tan would cover his face, though his cheeks had a natural rosy tint to them. Thin lips of a pale color, slightly feminine but not to much. His hair is a dirty blond, many different shades of blond and maybe even light, light tawny. He nearly always keeps it wavy, but occasionally he'll charm it straighter. But he seems to like it better wavy and untamed. He's got one brilliant smile though, and dimples on his cheeks when he does. He generally likes to keep his hair shaggy but never to long or short, just doesn't suit him.
Physique: He's a taller boy for his age, which sometimes tends to give others the idea that he is older then he is. Riley has broad shoulders, and a good build. He's not all muscle in the arms, but his real strength does lie there anyways. He's got a flat stomach from years of playing with his older brother, and strong legs from running. He doesn't have any tattoos I'm afraid, but he does have his signature braided leather bracelets on his wrists at all times.
Normally, he maintains his slight tan, not wanting to look like he never gets out, which, would be a total lie. He's got a wiry kind of look to him, he's very fast and his reflexes are very honed. Being the youngest of his family, he felt the need to top his brothers, quick is why he swims, runs, and even play Quidditch better then most of them. He's had years to learn.
Personality: Riley is your regular boy. He eats, sleeps, and socializes. Though, he's not to normal in those categories. He eats like a normal boy though, his appetite speaks for itself. He loves chocolate, and cinnamon buns the most though. He's not a vegetarian, but he does love a good salad sometimes, which sometimes gets him some weird looks from the other guys. He does sleep, which is hard to say for a lot of people he knows sometimes. The socializing has to be the best part about him.
He's an ace in Transfiguration and Charms, but Divination has been nearly out of his reach for a long time. He has never really been able to grasp the topic firmly enough to understand. Riley is an animal lover to the T, and he also enjoys a good book once in a while. He's a charmer with his patience and his willingness to listen, which is how he survived so far this long in the world. He's never to busy to help someone that's sad or having a bad day, but if your rude or obnoxious to him your in for a bad day.
To people that respect him, he gives them equal if not more respect in turn, but those that cross him will have to work hard to earn his affections back. He normally doesn't like engaging in fights or arguments, but he can hold his own if the time arises. He's a a social one, and he loves to hang out with people when they're willing to let him. He also enjoys meeting new people. He loves to thrive under pressure, and has only gotten one bad mark since he's arrived, and I'm sure you can guess in which class it was; Divination.
He's very optimistic, but he tends to doubt people that do things against their character just to impress him, he'll like you for who you are, there's no need to try with him. If he likes you he will, if not don't try to change that by acting against yourself. He does have a dislike for most Slytherins I'm afraid. In his opinion, they always seem to be up to something bad, or potentially harmful to others. Like they have to make others feel bad because they want to feel bigger, cause inside they feel so small.
Openly he'd never say that he hated someone, or that he disliked them. People can change, and you never know who you'll find a friend in. He loves to take walks in the Forest, but mostly by the Whomping Willow, and the Quidditch Pitch. He loves flying, feeling the wind in his hair and the adrenaline coursing through him as he pulls up from a dive just before he would have crashed. He figures it's the closest thing he can get to flying on his own. He's a bit of a shy one at first around girls, because he doesn't know how to approach any topics around them, but once common ground is found he tends to warm up. He's also a spontaneous prankster. Once in a while he'll have the urge to drop a dungbomb in a teachers room, or flood one of the bathrooms just for a chuckle.
Likes:
> Reading
> Writing
> Flying around on his Broomstick
> Learning new spells to further his knowledge of magic
> Meeting new people
> Dueling
> Exploring
> Pranking people (sometimes)
> Socializing
> Helping People
Dislikes:
> Slytherins
> Divination
> Stupid people
> Winter
> Vanilla
> Snobby people
> Spinach
> Bad tasting things
> When he can't sleep
> Confrontation
History: Riley was born, as most kids are, and was raised in an orderly fashion... Okay that was really not the case. Riley was a handful as a child, constantly moving around or finding something to bother or annoy his three older brothers. Which, if you can imagine, resulted in many injuries, but not until he was "old enough to hit." Which wasn't until he was about thirteen. So if you can imagine his brothers had it in for him by his thirteenth birthday.
But before then, his parents tried their hardest to keep him from bothering his siblings, or keeping his room clean, and even to learn good table manners. But this was all to boring for the young Riley to deal with. He wanted to be out flying, or booby trapping his brothers doors. He started showing signs of magic at an early age, and used the fact that he could do magic and his brothers couldn't till he was eleven and he couldn't do that anymore. As soon as school started though, he met a couple of good friends in a the upper classes and they helped mold him into what he is now.
He wasn't very good at the whole being calm and courteous at the start, he was to much like his siblings who were rude, rowdy and carefree, but in time he came to accept that the calmer way of life got you more places. One day he sat down in the library and went over everything his parents had tried to teach him growing up, and surprisingly found much truth in their words. At this point in his life, his parents had all but given up on him ever being calm or patient. He had a lot to make up for.
He'd stepped on a lot of toes at first, being how he was, but his second year he sought to change all that. He began helping around the house with his mother, having talks with his father, and proving he could be better then his siblings. He grew to love reading and helping others, it gave him a warmer feeling inside. His brothers definitely hated this new change in their brother and continuously tried to rile him up once again, picking on him and the such. But Riley had changed his ways. Sure he still rough housed with his brothers on occasion, and he still trounced them in Quidditch and everything else, but he did it in a less rough fashion that infuriated his siblings. He still believes he has something to prove to the world, but he figures time can only heal.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Alina
Years of Experience: 4 or 5+ years
Sample Post:
( I thought I'd show off one of my best posts ever! Sorry if it's really long...)
There stood the bane of her existence, the oddly tri-colored wolf who had one up-ed her of her royalty. Never being one to make the first move, the ebonite structure of the ex-alpha stood firm among the fog and grass. She, herself, was excruciatingly calm, the same calm that they taught human males to feel within the confines of a battle field. Her dusky auds pushed forward dominantly, her gossamer tail held in dominant air. Cerulean opticals watched each movement, every muscle on the opposing creature with trained perfection, concentrating to call when she'd move or charge. Unlike what others see, her blue eyes were cold, hard, devoid of emotion. The thick guard hairs that stood up fully on end, only proved to make the already massive female look even bigger. The way her fur was, made her look like every hair was needle like and dangerous. Along her back her fur seemed to be longer then the rest, which made it look like she had a long ruff along her spine.
Alone, one emotion filled her every muscle, strand of sinew, every point of her existence as she stared down at the smaller wolf. This fight wasn't only for the title anymore, where as when she first thought up her revenge, it had been her only need. Now another thing would possibly be earned by this, Saint.. She smelt of him, the scent tainted as it was mixed with the freak with three colors. Anger. Anger raged up inside her, fueled her. "You do know, that if Saint likes you, it's not because of your rank." she stated coolly, figuring that the other was thinking near the same thing as she was, telling it not only to the other, but to herself as well. "And if you kill me, you'll hurt him too." she mused, grinning slightly. This was true, which hinted that Echo was not aiming to kill the Alphess, maybe maim her, but she wouldn't be able to stand the looks she'd receive from Saint if she'd ended her.
It hadn't been that long since she'd had her last fight, though she was sure this one would make her think, make her strive to succeed, where as the last one had been stupid in his actions and had charged in without a plan. Echo's eyes narrowed as she watched the female emerge from the underbrush, while she involuntarily cringed at the colors of her fur. 'Ugh..' she thought to herself. 'That's so unnatural' she added, though seconds later she cleared her mind again and let her instincts rule her once more. This female was much smaller then her, which meant she'd be faster, which meant Echo would have to keep her eyes wide open, and her defenses up at all times, she'd have to use her bulk and strength against her. It wasn't like she was fat, or that it was hard for her to be quick. That was far from the truth, she was fast. Faster then most should be at her size and weight, but when your constantly on the run, and all the while making trouble for yourself, you have to learn how to use your weight to get faster.
Echo had never been one to lay around, constantly moving and running until now. Each muscle and tendon was toned to near perfection, not one ounce of fat made up the physique of the sable hued canine. A smirk appeared on her blackened lips, revealing her sharp daggers that adorned the innards of her maw. The looks she was receiving were priceless, it almost made her wish she had a camera so she could keep this moment forever. The bitch was attempting to play with her, the aspect was laughable. It was almost like she thought that it was because of her that she had fled. Oh no, that was the farthest thing from the truth. The reality of it all was that she'd filled her own head with doubt, not about the outcome of the match, but whether or not she'd fit the make of the perfect alpha in the end. Which reminded her, she had yet to thank the female for showing her that their was no perfection to be had in the role of Alpha, this was her pack, and Echo was going to rule it as she wanted.
A violent snarl erupted from deep within the substantial chest, and forcing through the vocal cords of the massive bitch. If there had been a line that showed where normal rage of wolves reached, hers, at this moment in time, would have doubled it. 'How dare this bitch think that she drove me from my lands! And at her size! Heh... this will be fun.' she cooed to herself, though her eyes never left the bitch and her failing taunts. Throughout the whole little act, her features hadn't faltered, her face was absent of all emotion, as were her eyes, though a shimmer of confidence and anger did flare out through her eyes if you were close enough to view it. Though the last comment did amuse her, she did not allow herself to show it. Spreading her legs slightly apart, to situate herself into a defensive, yet possibly offensive stance. Her shoulder scrunched up, her raven crown lowering some, making a shot to her neck all the more difficult. "Heh. You talk to much." she muttered, curling her lips back to expose fully her fangs.
As the other began to circle her, she didn't move to change her stance, though she tensed her muscles, and let her auds concentrate on each foot fall of the beast that moved to psyche her out, and was failing horribly. Echo was one of a calm mind, and a level head, barely anything scared her or rattled her mind once it was settled on something. She was doing the same as so many had, getting the layout of her opponent, which was pointless unless should could actually get to that point you'd spotted, and without the other noticing what your actually aiming for. See, the thing of it was, she wasn't the typical female, nor was the good little girl you'd see walking the streets in a Sunday school outfit. No, what Echo prided herself in, was her computer hacking skills, find her a usable computer, and watch out government facilities. Though she'd seen so many, one in particular was her favorite. The Wolfiend database.
Normal wolves would have been stricken in horror at the mere sight of most of the information, while other humans would look at you like you were insane if you even so much as mentioned the existence of Wolfiends. But Echo, she'd grown very curious about the actual information that they'd gathered over the years, so she'd used a small fraction of her time, and had succeeded in gaining access into their database. Within the information, she'd learned about most of the deadly points, and weaknesses of the normal wolven body, which in turn she's sought to slowly change in herself. She was no closer to finishing, but the information had helped her within fights. Though she had no intention on using any of that information unless her own life was endangered.
Through instinct and information, she let the grip of her hind paws loosen, her ivory claws not even sinking into the grassy terra below, and with the dampness of the grass, her feet would slide perfectly. Her right foot was angled a bit before her left, and the second she felt the hard push against her side she let her hind get thrown sideways as her claws in her front paws clung to the ground tightly, using the momentum of the spin, she released her grip on the grass, and pushed her body weight behind her to steady herself, and push off the ground with her hind paws. The way the other had pushed her, allowed her upper body to be angled at her in near perfection. Wordlessly, already in the air, she aimed both her paws down at the hind flank and lower stomach of the bitch-- both less armored then the rest of the body.
With precision her icy eyes locked onto the tri-colored wolf, watching her muscles and jaws for any sign of action, within seconds of seeing the thick muscles in her hind legs tense, she jolted forward at a slant, before feeling the fangs of the other sink into the area where her ribs were, her muzzle rounding to glare at her at neck breaking speed. Hind limb lashed forward at the underbelly of the female, as Echo, despite the pain, concentrated on moving her weight to her other three limbs. Lashing out with her front paws, the raven pelted bitch dug her long claws deep within the earth in front, but slightly to the left of her. Using the energy from the adrenaline she was gaining, she pulled herself forward, her front half turning, and her lower half following closely behind.
The point behind this sudden movement, was to move the position they were currently in, from the anxious paws of the bitch who had given her a deep bite mark to her side. Seconds after, she spun around, unafraid of losing a bit of her skin in the process, as she heard and felt her flesh ripping in the turn. Assuming that the movements and the kicks she'd made, had pulled her from the jaws of the tri-colored wolf, she used a rock in the clearing to add extra leverage as she launched herself at the other, her chest and claws would be the first to reach, though, with her strength and weight, if it hit, this charge would bowl the smaller over. She'd aimed so perfectly at the front shoulder of the other, a little before the neck, just in case the smaller tried to book it forward, she’d at least catch the hind of the other.
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