Post by krum on Dec 20, 2009 9:15:46 GMT -7
ALEKSEY LUC KRUM
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Some pretty lyrics here. You know how to use a space bar kay thnx bai x.
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS, I AM THE DARK LORD[/color]
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AGE/DOB: 17 / September 9th
YEAR: Seventh
HOUSE: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin
BLOOS STATUS : Halfblood
AFFILIATION: Order
SEXUALITY: Straight/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: same as above.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: His build is certainly not what's impressive about him. Lithe and still athletic, Krum was never a great hulk of a person. Blade like could even be used to described his physical shape. A toned build and standing at an even six foot, Krum has other ways of making a lasting impression on people.
FACE: same as above.
STYLE: Krum doesn't dress to impress, he dresses nice enough and the like. He would probably clean up pretty nicely if he had the mind to do it. But mostly, Krum just dresses for comfort.
FEELINGS: Basically an overview of your characters general feelings.
PLAYED BY: Joseph Gordon-Levitt[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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Quidditch
Sugar quills
Smart girls
Summer time
Potions
Herbology
Dogs
Ice hockey
Motorcycles
Juggling
Playing guitar
LOATHES:
Snooty kids
Being told he can't do something
Being stuck indoors
Cricket
Arrogance
Liars
Cheats
BOGGART:
Dying
Being locked in a small space
DEMENTOR: 1 bad memory.
PATRONUS: Animal and Memory. Fifth year and above only.
VERITASERUM: three Secrets
STRENGTHS:
Kind
Daring
Loyal
Creative
Good hearted
Romantic
WEAKNESSES:
Wants to see the good in people
Rash
Hot tempered
Competitive
Envious
OVERVIEW:
Creative:: -Krum loves expressing himself, whether it's through picking out notes on his guitar, singing quietly along or all the inane doodles that cover his notes. He was that kid that drew on the walls with pieces of coal. He has a tendency to hum to himself, and if he could whistle better, he'd probably do that instead. Also, his mind tends to work in strange ways. Stuck in a tough situation, a person could always count on Krum to think up some cunning, albeit a little strange way of getting out of it.
Loyal:: -Fiercely so, Krum can't remember a time when he went behind a friend's back or stabbed them for his own benefit. His friends are his life and family, they are the most important things to him and he'll gladly go without to keep them safe and comfortable. Around his friends, Krum always smiling and laughing. He couldn't imagine living without them.
Determined:: -When he's inspired to do something, Krum seizes onto it and keeps pushing until he's accomplished it. Whether it was that time he was convinced that ballet was all he needed to get the girls or when he really did think that if they just used a little more kerosene in the fiery hoop of death, Krum goes into such endeavors with all the strength and commitment he has. Things don't always turn out well, in fact, there's been more failures than successes, but that's never stopped Krum.
Daring:: -Broken arms? Yeah, both of them. The right one, twice. Krum isn't clumsy, he just seems to be under the impression that he's the designated stunt man. Stunt man extraordinaire actually. He plans it all out and in his mind, that roof to roof jump goes off without a hitch, the ladder rung isn't as rickety as everyone thinks and of course he can grab that ledge without letting go. Ah, if only. Though, if he were to take the time and catalog moments of blazing stupidity alongside of stays in beds, he might be surprised. He pulls off more stunts successfully than most people would think.
Passionate:: -Restraint, never really been Krum's strong suit, he goes into everything with a vigor. He completely throws himself into whatever he's pulled by. He doesn't get suckered in by much though, people or anything. Trying to stay cool and jaded, Krum keeps his smirk in nearly constant use when the subject of love is brought up. Yeah, there's been a girlfriend or two, but passion never came into play for Krum. And his friends thank him for that, cause if there was a girl, he'd be insufferable, more likely.
Rash:: -Krum seems to be under the impression that he is a careful and methodical in thinking. Well, you would think with all the chess games he's lost, he'd realise that he wasn't. He acts and reacts purely on instinct nearly all the time. One or two minutes of thought must seem like hours of thinking things out to him with as much gusto as he acts on them. He gets worse about it when he's stressed out or not been sleeping well.
Prideful:: -Which means, of course, he's not taking charity. He doesn't want anyone's pity or hand me downs. Looking to rub him the wrong way? Try helping him. He'll resent the hell out of anyone that does. He's not incapable and he doesn't plan on being poor his whole life. His pride wouldn't let him ask anyone for help even if he was drowning in an icy lake with weights attached to his ankles. He's the one that wants to help people, to be there for them when they're down on their luck. Asking for help? That's never going to happen.
Hot headed:: -It doesn't bubble out often. He can hold a grudge better than his temper though. People that are just cruel, annoying or into flaunting themselves, it just irks Krum to no end and he's not going to let that fester for very long. He speaks his mind quickly and sharply and has had his share of fights. And then for the most part they are forgotten the next day. But Krum does have a few people that no matter what, will always set him off. He can always get frightfully stubborn during arguments.
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
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FATHER: Viktor Krum - Retired Pro Quidditcher - 45
SIBLINGS: n/a
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES:n/a
WEALTH STATUS: Well off
BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
OVERVIEW:
Their history. Three descriptive paragraphs at least please. [/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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AGE: frakkin' old
GENDER: female
EXPERIENCE: 6/7 years
MEMBER TITLE: It's in his Blood
SECRET WORD: In the rules.
ANYTHING ELSE?:monkeys!
RP SAMPLE:
You know what you did, but does she? That voice was back and it was snapping something vicious. Does she even realise that she's played as much of a part in your destruction as you did? Of course not. She's never given a damn about anyone but herself. You know she only says she doesn't want you to die because it would be an inconvenience for her, right? You're not still so naive as to believe in anything deeper, are you? Rodolphus looked over to Bellatrix, a darkness rising through his eyes. Go on then and finish what you should have in Sicily. Look, she's not even paying attention to you! Finish it, you coward! He gritted his teeth and pushed away from the fireplace and away from her. He wouldn't falter again. Give in so easily like he had before. He could control this. He had to. He loved her, dammit! Why was the voice so hell bent on bringing him into the abyss? He hadn't ever heard it before. At least not when it had come to Bellatrix.
So what was there to do now? Sit there with her as she simmered silently in her chair? Certainly nothing he said made the slightest of difference to her. If he left, then she could go back to Him. At least then she'd be happy. Wouldn't have to tolerate being stuck with Rodolphus for company.
"I've got some work He needs done."Rodolphus said, staring down at the floor, afraid that if he looked to her, he'd lose his head. "If you..." Rodolphus started, but stopped nearly as quickly. What was the point? His murderous eyes glanced once up at her. "Never mind." He wanted to say it.
Those most deadly three words, but they died before he could put a breath behind them. Rodolphus looked away. "Thank you for givin' my knife back," Rodolphus said, a fleeting bit of a smirk appearing before it dropped and Rodolphus disapparated from the room.
It was late in the evening before Rodolphus apparated in his flat. His clothes were soaked through with blood that wasn't his own. Three aurors, two had been mudbloods and the other was half. It hadn't really mattered once Rodolphus had gotten going. They all bleed just as easily. Rodolphus had gotten through with a few burns from glancing spell shots. He was tired, but he knew he wouldn't sleep. At the very least though, he didn't feel frayed at the edges. It was the first time in a very long while that he hadn't wanted to crawl into some dark place and fall into unconsciousness. Something was different.
The flat was dark and cool, mostly because Rodolphus hadn't been there in a few days. Rabastan had rooked him into staying on the Estate for the past two weeks. Bastard, if he wasn't his brother, he would have told him to piss off and save his companionship for someone that wanted it. Rodolphus tossed his wand onto the wooden table as he cracked his neck. He didn't even bother with the fire as he walked over to the stove. Setting a kettle on, Rodolphus turned and rested up against the stone counter. It had been a good night. It had been comforting to use his knife again. It was more handy that most people considered something so simple to be. The silence in the flat was such a contrast to where Rodolphus had just been. The screams, the booms of spells crashing through walls, it was still echoing around in his skull. Pushing away from the counter with a groan, Rodolphus walked off to the bathroom.
The water made him alert again as he rinsed the blood off his face and out of his hair. Glancing at his reflection, Rodolphus shattered the mirror with his fist. He might not feel like hiding away under a rock, but he certainly wasn't looking forward to the fact it was just going to him stuck with his twisting mind for the rest of his life. Bellatrix said she would forgive him when she was ready. She's never gonna be ready. Especially not when it's the likes of you. And especially when she can be with Him. You're second rate, if anything at all. Picking up his knife, Rodolphus chopped the long strands of his hair and took the hair from his chin. He smirked, looking at himself in the split glass. Looking like an inmate fresh out of Azkaban, he chuckled, running a hand over his hair. The dark brown stuff nearly too short to do that.
He walked over to his room, tossing the bloody shirt into a corner and grabbing one from in the closet. An old maroon shirt that he didn't bother with buttoning. Why bother? Who else was here besides him? At least she'll be happy. Rodolphus lurched back into the kitchen, pouring the water into a teapot. He left it on the table to sit for a bit as he went to sit at his piano. The place was spotless. Moreso than it ever had been before. Even by his piano and desk, all the scraps of parchment had been cleared away. Lack of sleep had led to that. He clicked on the small lamp above the keys of the piano. He hadn't played for some time. No inspiration or muse had sparked him to play. Tracing his fingers over the worn keys, Rodolphus could feel his fingers twitching with memory.
Happy. Merlin, her smile was stuck in his head. That had all been just a dream, must've been. Bellatrix had never sat in a bed and giggled. Or smiled while twirling under a bloody moon. That hadn't been real. Rodolphus sighed. Yes, it had been. Rubbing his dark eyes, Rodolphus tried to shake her out of his head. He had thought about going to her. But he wasn't about to beg over and over again. He had told her what he thought needed to be said. Hammering it over and over again wouldn't do any good. Popping his fingers with his thumb, Rodolphus blinked several times to refocus himself. She'll be happy now. He would have to learn to take some solace in that. Shutting everything else from his mind, Rodolphus started to play.[/SIZE]
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