Post by beth on Sept 6, 2010 22:00:36 GMT -5
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I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Adrian Alexander Pucey
Nickname: None, simply Adrian
Age/Birthday: 17, August 25
Gender: Male, obviously.
Orientation: Straight.
Blood Status: Pureblood, of course.
Affiliation: Mostly neutral, but would go to the Dark Lord's side in a heart beat.
Year/House: 7th Year, Slytherin
Wand: 14 inches, willow, Chinese Fireball dragon heartstring
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6'0
Weight: 153
Distinguishing Features(if any):[/b] No freckles or anything, but has an odd birthmark on his left shoulder blade.
Play-by: real celeb - no myspace, anime, etc.
Overall appearance: Many would say Adrian is a very good looking guy. Girls tend to swoon and Adrian notices. He handsome and quite aware of it. He stands at a good and even six foot, towering amongst many. He has spiked blonde hair that he keeps in a suiting tousled style. His eyes are ocean blue, but sometimes look grey. He has very clear skin, a trait he is thankful for, and a dazzling smile. Most would say he comes off as intimidating which is probably true. This is only because of his excellent posture and endless eye contact. His father trained him as a boy to be a man. He knows to stand tall with his chin up and his eyes always on the prize.[/size]
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: To make his father proud, and his secret desire is to find his soul mate. Corny, but true.
Patronus: The first time he ever rode a broom, not so much the experience, but the reaction from his father. Showing emotions has never been easy for a Pucey man, but his father made it clear that he was very proud of his son. This glorious memory takes form of a hammerhead shark.
Boggart: A dementor. This is because Adrian has been taught his whole life that he must be the leader in his life. He must never show fear or back down from a challenge. When ever something threatening comes into his path, he must look it in the eye and laugh, knowing he is the bigger man.
Dementor: When his younger brother was born. He hates him with a deep passion because he had always been in rivalry with Adrian, and he hates competing for the little love his parents show.
Amortentia:Lilacs, this is because it is a fond memory of his first kiss. When he was eleven years old, a week before Hogwarts, he was playing outside at his neighbor's house and she led him back to her mother's lilac bush. There he leaned in and kissed her, surprising both her and himself. Burning wood, it's a comforting smell of home because there is a grand fireplace in Adrian's family's dining room. And lastly, the dewey scent that lingers after a spring rain. It's freshening and he loves to walk around after it pours.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
- Girls. Hey, he's a typical teenage boy after all.
- Quidditch. He's obsessed with the sport and he's incredible at it.
- Reading. He would never in his wildest dreams dare to tell anyone, but he does fancy reading the occasional Muggle classic.
- Alone time. Adrian has never been a fan of crowds, he'd much rather settle down with a good book.
- Shameless flirting. He's not one for commitment, but he does love to have innocent (or at least guiltless) fun.
- Dueling. Not only is he good at it, but he also finds it fun. His favorite is the Confundus Charm.
- Astrology. Stars and their hidden meanings have always fascinated him.
Dislikes:
- His brother. Aaron, the younger version of himself, has always drove him up the wall.
- Rejection. Who does like it?
- Losing. Ah, he can't stand losing! Even if it is in a petty and childish game.
- Herbology. He doesn't understand the point of the tedious class.
- Blood traitors. He can -- God knows why -- tolerate Mudbloods, but Blood traitors disgust him. Why go against your own kind?
- His owl. The idiotic bird was a present to him from his mother. It does nothing but crap and screech all day and night.
- Suck ups. Competing is one thing, but being a complete arse kisser is another story.
Strengths: Physically speaking, Adrian is in excellent strength. He is a master of the Confundus charm. And he is a brilliant beater.
Weaknesses He is not very bright in school, but does fair in the common sense department. He has a tremendously difficult time committing to any person, even as a friend. And finally, he cannot show his emotions well at all. Only sarcasm is the emotion that flows freely from him.
Overall Personality: Becoming friends with Adrian Pucey will certainly be a challenge. He is constantly judging people like how he assumes they are doing to him. Because of this, he has on a constant act of pride and security, while in all reality, he is a nervous wreck. He really just wants people -- mostly his dad -- to accept and maybe even be proud of him. This is why he works so hard in proving that he is, indeed, the best there ever was.
His niceness is definitely not the best quality one can find. His sarcasm is clever and witty, and can trust fairly deep into anyone with soft skin. He's cold hearted and uncaring, but mainly because he was raised to be that way. Only when he finds someone worth caring for will he open up and be his true softy. This is a rare case, though, and is hardly ever dealt with. Adrian is picky with his friends, and even more picky with a girlfriend choice. Although he flirts carelessly with any living and breathing girl.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Alexander Pucey, father; Virginia Pucey, mother; Aaron Pucey, younger brother
Pets: Autumn, his eagle owl.
Residence: In a very isolated countryside. There is a small brook only a mile or so away from the mansion-like house.
History: Boy meets French girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Marriage and blah, blah, blah. Then nine months later on a warm summer evening, Adrian Pucey is born to two proud parents. While his mother too is stern and emotion lacking like his father, she has always shown more emotion than his father. The Pucey parents do dearly love their children, but have never shown it all too much. They raised Adrian to be like them and were very proud of their handsome son.
A year later, along came little Aaron Pucey, Adrian's brother, but also his biggest competition. Since birth, the Pucey boys have competed for their parents love, affection, and approval. While Aaron is incredibly intelligent with the books, Adrian is a brilliant Quidditch player. As they grew, the boys tolerated each other more and more, but secretly despised one another as well. Not only do they have to challenge each other for their parents affection, but also for the large inheritance that waits behind them. The two boys know very well of their parents wealth, but while Aaron is more concerned with winning the affection in order to get the riches, Adrian really just wants their approval. It isn't obvious to see, but Adrian truly is the more affectionate of the two Pucey boys.
As a child, Adrian was also taught to hate Mudbloods. His father and mother, while not being death eaters or close to You-Know-Who at all, support everything he stands for. Meanwhile, Adrian's next door neighbor was just the opposite. She was able to laugh with him and show him things his parents would never have allowed. She told him about Shakespeare, and about how fascinating Muggle things were and how they worked. Her father was a Muggle and she was actually proud of that. Adrian never understood why, but he admired her nonetheless.
When the summers grew cold and it was once again autumn, Adrian bid a goodbye to his dear friend and went off to Hogwarts. One summer when he returned, he discovered that the young girl was gone and he had never seen her since. It broke his heart and ever since then he has been especially hesitant to ever let anyone -- especially a girl -- in his heart. It was four years since that has happened, but every once in a while, Adrian will feel a leftover stinging in his heart.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Beth
Age: sixteen.
Roleplay Experience: three or four years.
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Roleplay Sample:
It was another dreary spring day. It was funny, really, when Adrian was younger he never pictured rain to be gloomy, but as he grew older it was pounded into his head that dark clouds were obviously intended to darken moods. Perhaps then and there he should have seen the obvious foreshadowing. Still, his happy thirteen-year-old self grinned out the window of the Hogwarts Express. He was all too anxious to get back home. No, not to visit his rather stone like parents, but to see her. She was a beautiful girl his age, but didn't go to Hogwarts. Her father wanted his little girl to be brought up in his world. The Muggle world. Now Adrian knew it was wrong to like someone like her, someone so different, but he did anyways. She was the only girl to every occupy his thoughts and brighten up his dreams.
Having a daydream right then and there, Adrian leaned his head against the velvet upholstery and let out a content sigh. Just imagining coming home and being welcomed into her warm, perfume scented embrace was a delight to imagine. Of course summer vacation meant other things. Time away from his few friends at Hogwarts, and even more unwanted time with his younger brother, but he'd deal with all it just to get his precious moments with her.
The trains whistle blew out a mouthful of steam as it warned all of its passengers of the stop. Adrian, eager and nerves worked up, jumped to his feet and nearly stumbled backwards at the sudden lurch forwards. He caught himself, thankful he found an empty compartment to have to himself; otherwise the imaginary person in front of him would have been squished. He grinned before running an anxious hand through his spiked hair. It has been too long since he had seen her, but never did a week go by without sending her a letter in his elegant script. And in return, he got a lavender color, perfume sweetened letter as well. He had all of those letters safely in his trunk, a secret that would go with him to the grave.
As the doors flew open, Adrian climbed out of the train. There his parents stood in an organized position waiting for him and his brother. Then out of no where, his brother was beside his mother, receiving a half hearted hug and then a handshake from his father. Adrian grimaced, not liking having been beaten even to his parents. Still, he wouldn't let such a small thing lessen his day. He brightened up as they made their trip home. He grabbed hold of his mother's arm and tagged along in the ride of Apparation.
Once he was finally home, he quickly marched upstairs to toss his trunk into his room. Then he nearly sprinted to the familiar house that was half a mile away from his own. To his great surprise, it was empty. The flowers seemed to have died, not having been replanted, and the house was completely dark. Adrian stood dumbfounded at the scene. How could this have happened? He had talked to her only a few weeks ago. Yet she never mentioned leaving him alone in his lonely neighborhood, if you could even call it that. Adrian slumped against a nearby pine tree, too stunned and depressed to move. She was. . . gone?
Having a daydream right then and there, Adrian leaned his head against the velvet upholstery and let out a content sigh. Just imagining coming home and being welcomed into her warm, perfume scented embrace was a delight to imagine. Of course summer vacation meant other things. Time away from his few friends at Hogwarts, and even more unwanted time with his younger brother, but he'd deal with all it just to get his precious moments with her.
The trains whistle blew out a mouthful of steam as it warned all of its passengers of the stop. Adrian, eager and nerves worked up, jumped to his feet and nearly stumbled backwards at the sudden lurch forwards. He caught himself, thankful he found an empty compartment to have to himself; otherwise the imaginary person in front of him would have been squished. He grinned before running an anxious hand through his spiked hair. It has been too long since he had seen her, but never did a week go by without sending her a letter in his elegant script. And in return, he got a lavender color, perfume sweetened letter as well. He had all of those letters safely in his trunk, a secret that would go with him to the grave.
As the doors flew open, Adrian climbed out of the train. There his parents stood in an organized position waiting for him and his brother. Then out of no where, his brother was beside his mother, receiving a half hearted hug and then a handshake from his father. Adrian grimaced, not liking having been beaten even to his parents. Still, he wouldn't let such a small thing lessen his day. He brightened up as they made their trip home. He grabbed hold of his mother's arm and tagged along in the ride of Apparation.
Once he was finally home, he quickly marched upstairs to toss his trunk into his room. Then he nearly sprinted to the familiar house that was half a mile away from his own. To his great surprise, it was empty. The flowers seemed to have died, not having been replanted, and the house was completely dark. Adrian stood dumbfounded at the scene. How could this have happened? He had talked to her only a few weeks ago. Yet she never mentioned leaving him alone in his lonely neighborhood, if you could even call it that. Adrian slumped against a nearby pine tree, too stunned and depressed to move. She was. . . gone?
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