Post by Tinder Hallow on Jul 27, 2007 19:58:11 GMT -5
About You.
Name: Misha
Age: 18
Contact Info: PM
Your Character
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Tinder James Hallow
Age: 17
Are you from the past or future?: Future.
Wand: 11" White Ash, Dragon Heart-string core.
Bloodtype: Half Blood
House or former house: Ravenclaw
Alliance (De or Order) : Order
Employment (If acceptable) : None yet.
Other Information
Appearance: Tinder is a somewhat exotic looking young man. He hasn’t an ounce of fat on him, in fact he’s quite thin. Extremely so. He has pretty much non-existent hips. Somewhat oddly long legs. They look like there’s too much of them really and they’re extremely gangly and slender. It depends on his mood as to whether or not he’ll be swayed into looking graceful. The young man has absolutely no muscle worth mentioning, except for the stuff that’s there naturally. The muscle that he uses for movement. Otherwise there’s no aesthetic muscle to him at all. Tinder admires people that are happy with what they have, because he'd like to be that way himself. The people that don’t feel the need to better themselves for the benefit of others. He’s fairly tall, with a fairly thin chest span. Tinder has fantastically elegant hands. His skin is smooth, and is the shade of ivory, flawless. His fingers are long, and slender. The nails tipping them unbitten and actually filed. Something which he keeps very much to himself.
Tinder has a rather attractive face. It’s a very angular, long face. The cheek bones he has are high and enhance his features even more. He has soft, pale skin that is usually a pale blush on the cheeks. He has wonderfully smooth and clear skin without any blemishes at all. The young man’s skin is obviously delicate like it’s never been kissed by the sun in it’s life. Or if it has, it obviously doesn’t have the forte for tanning, but rather just burns and then goes pale again. It blushes easily, and he often looks flushed because his pale skin is sensitive to the elements. He has a small 'V' shaped scar on his cheek that he doesn't like and damaged his confidence slightly.
Tinder has lovely cobalt blue eyes. They can looks varying shades of blue depending on the lighting. He can appear to have pale, almost turquoise coloured eyes if the lighting is intense. Other times he can appear to have very dark blue eyes, almost brown on occasion. The lashes surrounding them are quite thick and dark, adding to the dark blue colour of his eyes. He has warm brown locks, that are sumptuous and thick on top of his head. He often has it longer on the top and swept in front of his eyes.
personality: Tinder is what you would describe as your typical bookworm. He is constantly hidden away behind a pair of thick glasses (which he resents) and a dusty old paper back novel. He adores books, ever since he was a child he has found faith in books. They are his escape, a glimpse of what else is out there so he can be free of his own reality which just isn’t satisfactory, so he seeks a better story from his novels. Tinder has virtually no people skills because of this. The only interaction with other people he managed is when he’s in class. He will very reluctantly talk to people, and will only do so under extreme circumstances. Either in a presentation or when he has to answer a question. Otherwise he won’t interact with people. He doesn’t even know where to begin for topics of conversation. He becomes so incredibly nervous at the mere prospect of talking to someone. He hates presentations, he hates being picked on for a question because all in that moment he will suddenly become so conscious of himself that he feels sick. Tinder of course doesn’t resent people. Not at all. It is not on their part that he is this way. He’s a kind young man, he means well and he has the best of intentions at heart, but his past has not warranted a healthy adaptation to life.
This brings me onto the next point about Tinder. He has absolutely no self worth. Not only will he not speak to people, but he will not see what he has going for him. He will not except that maybe he could be even remotely attractive for instance. A small scar on his right cheek prevents him from having any confidence in his appearance (hence why he hides away behind books). He doesn’t feel he is interesting enough for people to want to hear him and he doesn’t really feel greatly significant in any other regard. He will not except either that he could possibly be talented at something. Tinder has quite a wide spread knowledge when it comes to literature because he spends time doing little else, because of his severe lack of confidence he won’t even show people this side of him. He is a very quiet, and tightly locked box of bubbly ingredients that is restrained without freedom.
Tinder is a hopeless romantic. He’s very determined to find ‘the one’ and settle down, all that kind of thing. He reads too many books about romance and finds the idea too tempting. For someone so reliant on fantasy a Tinder, he simply can’t pass up the opportunity to find some hope in the topic of romance. He has little or no experience with relationships, so the idea both scares him and encourages him in his reading. This is mainly because, most girls find Tinder a little too weird and geeky for his own good. He gets attached to people very easily, and this can never be a good thing. He gets ‘love sick’ a little to easily, but won't tell the person involved what he actually feels.Tinder is a dreamer. He wishes the whole world was like a fairly tale so he could become some knight, slay a dragon, and be the big hero. His real situation just doesn’t appeal so he’s constantly got his head stuck in the clouds waiting for something better to come along. He’s a little immature in this respect. Putting his faith in fairy tales rather than true, and existent things.
one word to describe the Character: Timid
likes and dislikes:
Likes
- Reading
- Romantic Novels
- William Blake
- Mystery
- Romance
- Thunder Storms.
Dislikes
- Crowds
- Public speaking
- Spicy food
- Magazines
- Innunedo
- Sport
strengths:
- Knowledge
- Kindness
- Faith in romance
- Optimism
weaknesses:
- Anti social
- Lack of self confidence
- Prudish
History: Tinder James Hallow was born on the 13th October to Othello and Portia Hallow. The two had come together under somewhat strange circumstances. Tinder had been an unexpected surprise really. The two of them were teenagers when they came together. Tinder’s mother Portia was from a very different world. She’d been an upper-class pure blood from the wizarding realm. She belonged to a prestigious family name, her original name had been Portia Wolfsbane, The Wolfsbane’s were a family renound for their affiliations with Hogwarts and had even been involved with the head in order to assist in it’s welfare and that it ran smoothly. They were also known for their business dealings in distributing branded, and already-made love potions. The spells they manufactured ranged to a variety indeed. The Wolfsbanes were very well respected and of course their daughter, and their only daughter may I add carried an enormous weight on her shoulders to uphold the family name. However, unknown to the family, Portia who was only sixteen years old was having a relationship with a muggle in secret. It had stemmed from the family visiting the muggle world briefly for a beneficial business deal. There, she met a boy by the name of Othello Hallow. He was nothing special. In fact he worked in a café as a waiter. Portia happened to meet him there, and over the two weeks she spent there she would see him every day.
Even when she returned home, the young girl kept seeing Othello behind her parents back. She would sneak off, pretending she was staying with a friend. When in reality she would return to the muggle world whenever she could to be with Othello. A couple of years passed, and this continued. The relationship grew to that of a strong love and the two of them unfortunately, ended up with a child. Baby Tinder. At first it was easy to keep a secret, but as the pregnancy advanced and Portia became sick and stricken with all the usual symptoms of a pregnancy, the family soon discovered this grave mistake. They saw it as a complete and utter humiliation. They snatched Portia from the muggle world, just as swiftly as they’d taken her there in the first place. They banned her from seeing Othello again. In fact, she waited out the pregnancy, giving birth to a healthy baby boy. She was ‘graciously’ allowed to let Othello see his son. That was the last time they saw one another. Portia refused to give Tinder her name, and named him Tinder Hallow after Othello. Portia became ill however, a few years later. When Tinder turned five, she died unfortunately and he was left to the Wolfsbanes as his family. They basically poisoned his mind against ever wanting to see his father and was turned into one of them for many years. He was a timid, quiet and controlled boy. The family were responsible for his lack of self confidence. They put him down because he wasn't a pure blood and he found his passion in reading. Reading was an escpae from his cruel family, and he had enveloped himself in books ever since.
Finishing up
roleplay sample:
From I & E as Constance Valerio
member title: coffee && c i g a r e t t e s
celebrity representative: Gaspard Ulliel
Phrase to verify you read the rules: [ a d m i n . e d i t ]
Name: Misha
Age: 18
Contact Info: PM
Your Character
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Tinder James Hallow
Age: 17
Are you from the past or future?: Future.
Wand: 11" White Ash, Dragon Heart-string core.
Bloodtype: Half Blood
House or former house: Ravenclaw
Alliance (De or Order) : Order
Employment (If acceptable) : None yet.
Other Information
Appearance: Tinder is a somewhat exotic looking young man. He hasn’t an ounce of fat on him, in fact he’s quite thin. Extremely so. He has pretty much non-existent hips. Somewhat oddly long legs. They look like there’s too much of them really and they’re extremely gangly and slender. It depends on his mood as to whether or not he’ll be swayed into looking graceful. The young man has absolutely no muscle worth mentioning, except for the stuff that’s there naturally. The muscle that he uses for movement. Otherwise there’s no aesthetic muscle to him at all. Tinder admires people that are happy with what they have, because he'd like to be that way himself. The people that don’t feel the need to better themselves for the benefit of others. He’s fairly tall, with a fairly thin chest span. Tinder has fantastically elegant hands. His skin is smooth, and is the shade of ivory, flawless. His fingers are long, and slender. The nails tipping them unbitten and actually filed. Something which he keeps very much to himself.
Tinder has a rather attractive face. It’s a very angular, long face. The cheek bones he has are high and enhance his features even more. He has soft, pale skin that is usually a pale blush on the cheeks. He has wonderfully smooth and clear skin without any blemishes at all. The young man’s skin is obviously delicate like it’s never been kissed by the sun in it’s life. Or if it has, it obviously doesn’t have the forte for tanning, but rather just burns and then goes pale again. It blushes easily, and he often looks flushed because his pale skin is sensitive to the elements. He has a small 'V' shaped scar on his cheek that he doesn't like and damaged his confidence slightly.
Tinder has lovely cobalt blue eyes. They can looks varying shades of blue depending on the lighting. He can appear to have pale, almost turquoise coloured eyes if the lighting is intense. Other times he can appear to have very dark blue eyes, almost brown on occasion. The lashes surrounding them are quite thick and dark, adding to the dark blue colour of his eyes. He has warm brown locks, that are sumptuous and thick on top of his head. He often has it longer on the top and swept in front of his eyes.
personality: Tinder is what you would describe as your typical bookworm. He is constantly hidden away behind a pair of thick glasses (which he resents) and a dusty old paper back novel. He adores books, ever since he was a child he has found faith in books. They are his escape, a glimpse of what else is out there so he can be free of his own reality which just isn’t satisfactory, so he seeks a better story from his novels. Tinder has virtually no people skills because of this. The only interaction with other people he managed is when he’s in class. He will very reluctantly talk to people, and will only do so under extreme circumstances. Either in a presentation or when he has to answer a question. Otherwise he won’t interact with people. He doesn’t even know where to begin for topics of conversation. He becomes so incredibly nervous at the mere prospect of talking to someone. He hates presentations, he hates being picked on for a question because all in that moment he will suddenly become so conscious of himself that he feels sick. Tinder of course doesn’t resent people. Not at all. It is not on their part that he is this way. He’s a kind young man, he means well and he has the best of intentions at heart, but his past has not warranted a healthy adaptation to life.
This brings me onto the next point about Tinder. He has absolutely no self worth. Not only will he not speak to people, but he will not see what he has going for him. He will not except that maybe he could be even remotely attractive for instance. A small scar on his right cheek prevents him from having any confidence in his appearance (hence why he hides away behind books). He doesn’t feel he is interesting enough for people to want to hear him and he doesn’t really feel greatly significant in any other regard. He will not except either that he could possibly be talented at something. Tinder has quite a wide spread knowledge when it comes to literature because he spends time doing little else, because of his severe lack of confidence he won’t even show people this side of him. He is a very quiet, and tightly locked box of bubbly ingredients that is restrained without freedom.
Tinder is a hopeless romantic. He’s very determined to find ‘the one’ and settle down, all that kind of thing. He reads too many books about romance and finds the idea too tempting. For someone so reliant on fantasy a Tinder, he simply can’t pass up the opportunity to find some hope in the topic of romance. He has little or no experience with relationships, so the idea both scares him and encourages him in his reading. This is mainly because, most girls find Tinder a little too weird and geeky for his own good. He gets attached to people very easily, and this can never be a good thing. He gets ‘love sick’ a little to easily, but won't tell the person involved what he actually feels.Tinder is a dreamer. He wishes the whole world was like a fairly tale so he could become some knight, slay a dragon, and be the big hero. His real situation just doesn’t appeal so he’s constantly got his head stuck in the clouds waiting for something better to come along. He’s a little immature in this respect. Putting his faith in fairy tales rather than true, and existent things.
one word to describe the Character: Timid
likes and dislikes:
Likes
- Reading
- Romantic Novels
- William Blake
- Mystery
- Romance
- Thunder Storms.
Dislikes
- Crowds
- Public speaking
- Spicy food
- Magazines
- Innunedo
- Sport
strengths:
- Knowledge
- Kindness
- Faith in romance
- Optimism
weaknesses:
- Anti social
- Lack of self confidence
- Prudish
History: Tinder James Hallow was born on the 13th October to Othello and Portia Hallow. The two had come together under somewhat strange circumstances. Tinder had been an unexpected surprise really. The two of them were teenagers when they came together. Tinder’s mother Portia was from a very different world. She’d been an upper-class pure blood from the wizarding realm. She belonged to a prestigious family name, her original name had been Portia Wolfsbane, The Wolfsbane’s were a family renound for their affiliations with Hogwarts and had even been involved with the head in order to assist in it’s welfare and that it ran smoothly. They were also known for their business dealings in distributing branded, and already-made love potions. The spells they manufactured ranged to a variety indeed. The Wolfsbanes were very well respected and of course their daughter, and their only daughter may I add carried an enormous weight on her shoulders to uphold the family name. However, unknown to the family, Portia who was only sixteen years old was having a relationship with a muggle in secret. It had stemmed from the family visiting the muggle world briefly for a beneficial business deal. There, she met a boy by the name of Othello Hallow. He was nothing special. In fact he worked in a café as a waiter. Portia happened to meet him there, and over the two weeks she spent there she would see him every day.
Even when she returned home, the young girl kept seeing Othello behind her parents back. She would sneak off, pretending she was staying with a friend. When in reality she would return to the muggle world whenever she could to be with Othello. A couple of years passed, and this continued. The relationship grew to that of a strong love and the two of them unfortunately, ended up with a child. Baby Tinder. At first it was easy to keep a secret, but as the pregnancy advanced and Portia became sick and stricken with all the usual symptoms of a pregnancy, the family soon discovered this grave mistake. They saw it as a complete and utter humiliation. They snatched Portia from the muggle world, just as swiftly as they’d taken her there in the first place. They banned her from seeing Othello again. In fact, she waited out the pregnancy, giving birth to a healthy baby boy. She was ‘graciously’ allowed to let Othello see his son. That was the last time they saw one another. Portia refused to give Tinder her name, and named him Tinder Hallow after Othello. Portia became ill however, a few years later. When Tinder turned five, she died unfortunately and he was left to the Wolfsbanes as his family. They basically poisoned his mind against ever wanting to see his father and was turned into one of them for many years. He was a timid, quiet and controlled boy. The family were responsible for his lack of self confidence. They put him down because he wasn't a pure blood and he found his passion in reading. Reading was an escpae from his cruel family, and he had enveloped himself in books ever since.
Finishing up
roleplay sample:
From I & E as Constance Valerio
The air was crisp, fresh and a little cold when it got to your bones. An escape had been long overdue. Entropine was the perfect rendezvous for said escape. Her timing was a little off admittedly, particularly as evening was creeping closer and closer to her. It was following her like a sewn shadow, and crept after her, leaving it’s traces in the fading skyline above. The once pale, and somewhat empty winter sky had been a fresh blue all day, but now it had faded to shades of indigo and orange. She had been amusing herself with watching her breath slither into the air like a serpent. When it was cold, breath always did that. It seemed somehow intimate and created atmosphere. Maybe that’s why she’d picked this spot as stop number one?. Constance didn’t really know. She just knew that she wanted to be somewhere that was open, somewhere she could think and not feel enclosed or trapped. In recent weeks she’d been visiting old ties, Bulgarian ties as it happened. Namely her father. It made her feel sick to her stomach, that she had Durmstrang running through her veins. Not as a student herself of course, but it would always be linked to her as her father had attended. She had found herself pondering this fact all day, there were few that knew it. Only a select few knew this fact about Constance. Those people she never saw now. What was there to worry herself about?. She just couldn’t help at the back of her mind but feel like she was going to run into someone this evening, someone she would really rather not encounter. Casting the thought aside, she found herself approaching the near empty fountains. Such a delightful spectacle.
Constance was never one to concern herself with other’s staring at her. She had practically leaned right over the marble to dip her fingers into the water. She regretted it bitterly. The water was freezing, and splashing it all across her skin would surely end up in frost bite or something later. Alright, so perhaps that was a little melodramatic but she still wished she’d have avoided the water now. It’s sparkling and fluid nature however beguiled her, and she was never able to show much restraint once she got an idea in her head. She’d just have to do it, and would pursue it relentlessly until she did. Her fingers shrunk back into her sleeve, to wipe the freezing liquid from her pale finger tips and she wrapped the warmer material of her coat sleeve around them to dry them and protect them from the severity of the weather.
She brushed the long coat tails around her and sat herself on the marble. It surrounded the water and many spurting fountains perfectly. She admired the shapes for a moment, before casting her gaze to the ground. Seeing her father again had made her doubt herself. He had that affect. Emil Sharapov was a success, in business, wizardry and the list went on from there. Constance was a mediocre student who was fighting a losing battle. A losing battle because her resistance was smaller, and standing up to Voldemort. Who Constance was deathly afraid of as it was. She doubted her ability to stand up and fight him when it would count. Her father had contributed to this. He’d spent the entire time she’d been at his home trying to persuade her back to Bulgaria. Trying to convince her, her mother was dead and there was no use searching. Constance’s brow wrinkled into a heavy frown at the thoughts. Bastard. She just couldn’t help it. She hated the man. Never in a million years would she be summoned back to Bulgaria. In her whole life, her mother’s decision to take her to Italy had been something she was forever thankful for. Italy was beautiful to her. Bulgaria reminded her too much of past pains and it was pro Voldemort. She could never be somewhere that was pro Voldemort.
The lights from the bars and taverns around her emitted soft orange light. It washed over her face, as the final evidence of sunlight was nothing more than a faded yellow smudge in the distance. Indigo dominated the sky, with undertones of azure. The dark evening canvas made her shiver a little, she folded her arms to her chest gently and brushed a stubborn blonde curl from her eyes. She seemed distracted suddenly, she could see a figure approaching out of the corner of her eye. It seemed a dark figure, and the presence of another person had ripped her from her gloomy thoughts. She looked up to see who it was.member title: coffee && c i g a r e t t e s
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