Post by Tristian Wood on May 29, 2007 4:23:24 GMT -5
Your Character
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Tristian Wood
Age: 17
Wand: Phoenizx Feather, Dragon Heartstring, 8 inches
Bloodtype:
House or former house: Gryffindor
Alliance (De or Order) : Order
Employment (If acceptable) : n/a for now
Other Information
Appearance( Minimum 2 Paragraphs) : Tristian is a well built muscular type of guy.Who can't help but sometimes show off his toned body. His muscles are strengthend byu the work that he has done outside of school at the different jobs he took up. Tristian got the the color of his eyes from his mother and he charm and wit from his father.
Tristian is taller than most boys his age, already standing at 6''1. He maybe be taller but he is stronger than most which makes him an ideal beater or keeper in Quidditch.
personality (Minimum 2 Paragraphs) : Tristian is natural a guy that others could admire. He loves to fool around and be a class clown some of the time, but on the other hand, he does know how to behave and use his charm to impress ladies and older adults.
Being of a Scottish decent, Tristian does have a horrible temper when someone gives him reason to unleash it. When he gets mad, he really gets mad. But that doesn't happen often, unless one of the Slytherin students piss him off.
one word to describe the Character: honest
likes and dislikes:
likes
Quidditch
muggle sports
rock music
surfing
pranking
working
haning out with friends
smoking
gambling
partying
drinking
dislikes
Slytherins
Homework
Clingy girls
clowns....
strengths: strength, cleverness, flexibility, cunning, wit, and charm
weaknesses: forgetfulness, laziness, disrespect
history(Minimum of 2 paragraphs: Babies are born, babies cry. Sometimes, babies are even born silent. Not this baby...definitely not this one. Tristian Wood was one of those babies in the hospital whose shrieking voice would carry itself from his hospital room and all the way down the hall, into the elevator, and two the next two floors above and below it. That’s right, I said it, an elevator. Tristian wasn’t like most other pure bloods.
What I mean by that, of course, is that he was one of the few pure bloods that decided to associate itself with Muggles. He was born in a Muggle hospital in Glasgow, Scotland, raised in a Muggle society, and went to a Muggle school. That is, of course, until he received an invitation from the prestigious Akademie der Panzer Kunst, a magic school who which was just as unknown to the rest of Germany as Hogwarts was to the rest of Britain.
It had a very similar system to Hogwarts, Tristian enrolling when he was eleven years old and deemed ready to learn more advanced magic than such things that his family taught him. However, unlike Hogwarts, the Akademie was more open to Muggle customs, even having a few different Muggle sports such as football, tennis, and American football. The lad was interested immediately and enrolled in the former two.
By the end of his second year, he was recognized as a star player in the two sports, essentially outmatched by none of his division when it came to football, and beaten repeatedly by only one person in the realm of tennis. It was alright, as he never really cared for that person in particular. Then he got pissed at his parents and killed them, moving to Britain and joining Hogwarts.
just kidding.
No, not really. The whole reason that he went to Hogwarts was, when he was in his fifth year at the Akademie, his father, working a Muggle job, of course, got a promotion to the larger corporation in Britain, and, as such, Tristian needed somewhere to go to school. In other words, Hogwarts.
Finishing up
roleplay sample(Minimum of 2 paragraphs): The harrowing quiet streets of downtown London had seemed to bring out one man who never spent a lot of time out here like other wizards before him. Out of everyone in the wizardry world, it would seemed that the man known simply as Tristian had barely found time to every enjoy the outside world that they called London. Every brisk stroll along the afternoon glow of the sun had given life to the bored expression that had fallen Tristian while he walked around. He didn't know why he was so bored or why he came out here in the first place yet figured it was time he stopped being so out of touch with the muggle world when there were places and things he was getting more used to. It was thanks to people in his life that had found there place with the muggles that had helped Tristian while he found the inner peace to accept the wacky inventions that those same muggles had always seemed to come up with.
Just that little thought about the wacky things that muggles had come up with had brought a rather cheesy grin across his face while he continued to roam the streets of downtown. The small quiet street he was on had crossed paths with another busy intersection so Tristian took a right before journeying down the new path he had taken upon himself to roam along. Every little step had allowed him to just look around from side to side while greeting the few random people he crossed paths with and with the few vehicles that zoomed by him from every direction. If it wasn't for the luck of his prior acknowledgment of these vehicles, Tristian was sure that he'd be flat as a pancake on those roads while laying there dead in his tracks. With another turn along the way he looked up to take sit of the noisy streets slowly being muffled away while looking to see that the word was less buildings and more greener. It wasn't long before he came across a simple park that seemed filled with almost no life within it. It was here that Tristian had decided to just roam around in peace while thinking of what to do and who could he possible hang around with later on.
After passing a small playground set along the way he walked, Tristian had brushed his fingertips through the light tussles of hair that stuck out on top of his head while looking back at the playground behind him. It brought a rather random thought about the childhood he lived. It was a childhood that was split into two worlds.
member title: The Defender of the Phoenix
celebrity representative: Gerard Butler
anything else: not really
Read the rules? yes, i have done so.[/center]
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Tristian Wood
Age: 17
Wand: Phoenizx Feather, Dragon Heartstring, 8 inches
Bloodtype:
House or former house: Gryffindor
Alliance (De or Order) : Order
Employment (If acceptable) : n/a for now
Other Information
Appearance( Minimum 2 Paragraphs) : Tristian is a well built muscular type of guy.Who can't help but sometimes show off his toned body. His muscles are strengthend byu the work that he has done outside of school at the different jobs he took up. Tristian got the the color of his eyes from his mother and he charm and wit from his father.
Tristian is taller than most boys his age, already standing at 6''1. He maybe be taller but he is stronger than most which makes him an ideal beater or keeper in Quidditch.
personality (Minimum 2 Paragraphs) : Tristian is natural a guy that others could admire. He loves to fool around and be a class clown some of the time, but on the other hand, he does know how to behave and use his charm to impress ladies and older adults.
Being of a Scottish decent, Tristian does have a horrible temper when someone gives him reason to unleash it. When he gets mad, he really gets mad. But that doesn't happen often, unless one of the Slytherin students piss him off.
one word to describe the Character: honest
likes and dislikes:
likes
Quidditch
muggle sports
rock music
surfing
pranking
working
haning out with friends
smoking
gambling
partying
drinking
dislikes
Slytherins
Homework
Clingy girls
clowns....
strengths: strength, cleverness, flexibility, cunning, wit, and charm
weaknesses: forgetfulness, laziness, disrespect
history(Minimum of 2 paragraphs: Babies are born, babies cry. Sometimes, babies are even born silent. Not this baby...definitely not this one. Tristian Wood was one of those babies in the hospital whose shrieking voice would carry itself from his hospital room and all the way down the hall, into the elevator, and two the next two floors above and below it. That’s right, I said it, an elevator. Tristian wasn’t like most other pure bloods.
What I mean by that, of course, is that he was one of the few pure bloods that decided to associate itself with Muggles. He was born in a Muggle hospital in Glasgow, Scotland, raised in a Muggle society, and went to a Muggle school. That is, of course, until he received an invitation from the prestigious Akademie der Panzer Kunst, a magic school who which was just as unknown to the rest of Germany as Hogwarts was to the rest of Britain.
It had a very similar system to Hogwarts, Tristian enrolling when he was eleven years old and deemed ready to learn more advanced magic than such things that his family taught him. However, unlike Hogwarts, the Akademie was more open to Muggle customs, even having a few different Muggle sports such as football, tennis, and American football. The lad was interested immediately and enrolled in the former two.
By the end of his second year, he was recognized as a star player in the two sports, essentially outmatched by none of his division when it came to football, and beaten repeatedly by only one person in the realm of tennis. It was alright, as he never really cared for that person in particular. Then he got pissed at his parents and killed them, moving to Britain and joining Hogwarts.
just kidding.
No, not really. The whole reason that he went to Hogwarts was, when he was in his fifth year at the Akademie, his father, working a Muggle job, of course, got a promotion to the larger corporation in Britain, and, as such, Tristian needed somewhere to go to school. In other words, Hogwarts.
Finishing up
roleplay sample(Minimum of 2 paragraphs): The harrowing quiet streets of downtown London had seemed to bring out one man who never spent a lot of time out here like other wizards before him. Out of everyone in the wizardry world, it would seemed that the man known simply as Tristian had barely found time to every enjoy the outside world that they called London. Every brisk stroll along the afternoon glow of the sun had given life to the bored expression that had fallen Tristian while he walked around. He didn't know why he was so bored or why he came out here in the first place yet figured it was time he stopped being so out of touch with the muggle world when there were places and things he was getting more used to. It was thanks to people in his life that had found there place with the muggles that had helped Tristian while he found the inner peace to accept the wacky inventions that those same muggles had always seemed to come up with.
Just that little thought about the wacky things that muggles had come up with had brought a rather cheesy grin across his face while he continued to roam the streets of downtown. The small quiet street he was on had crossed paths with another busy intersection so Tristian took a right before journeying down the new path he had taken upon himself to roam along. Every little step had allowed him to just look around from side to side while greeting the few random people he crossed paths with and with the few vehicles that zoomed by him from every direction. If it wasn't for the luck of his prior acknowledgment of these vehicles, Tristian was sure that he'd be flat as a pancake on those roads while laying there dead in his tracks. With another turn along the way he looked up to take sit of the noisy streets slowly being muffled away while looking to see that the word was less buildings and more greener. It wasn't long before he came across a simple park that seemed filled with almost no life within it. It was here that Tristian had decided to just roam around in peace while thinking of what to do and who could he possible hang around with later on.
After passing a small playground set along the way he walked, Tristian had brushed his fingertips through the light tussles of hair that stuck out on top of his head while looking back at the playground behind him. It brought a rather random thought about the childhood he lived. It was a childhood that was split into two worlds.
member title: The Defender of the Phoenix
celebrity representative: Gerard Butler
anything else: not really
Read the rules? yes, i have done so.[/center]
