Post by rush on Jul 3, 2011 20:53:05 GMT -5
SAVION WYAD LABRE
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Kiss me, Ki-Ki-Kiss me,
Infect me with your Love and Fill me with your Poison…
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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AGE/DOB: Seventeen | December 8th
YEAR: 7th Year
HOUSE: Slytherin
AFFILIATION: Neutral.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. [/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: Both of LaBre’s irises are a mixture of blue and green, with a circle of bright, light blue encompassing a ring around his pupil of a greenish-gold. They are perhaps his best feature, despite the fact they portray little to no emotion unless he wants them to. They are intimidating, seeing as how most who look at them see them as impenetrable. Usually they soften into a color similar to water when he’s around those he trusts.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: LaBre is of average weight for a muscular, though rather slim, six foot one man. He has unusually strong shoulders, but it doesn’t look too abnormal at least. He’s pretty skinny, despite eating more than his fair share, and is only muscular because of Quidditch.
FACE: His face is perfectly symmetrical, and is slightly rounded, though it is still considered unreasonably handsome. His smile is something that muggle celebrities would die for, his eyes twinkling whenever he does shift the corners of his lips up. His grin is charismatic, and sweet looking. The face of Savion is one that suggests maturity, but also innocence, so that most people looking at him would guess he was a Hufflepuff rather than the slimy Snake.
STYLE: Whatever his mother packs in his trunk for the year, as he really has no personal sense of style. He doesn’t like shorts very much, and prefers pants for comforts sake. He tends to dress a little more formally than most, because his mother believes in always looking good.
FEELINGS: Savion LaBre is an over-thinking, careful, witty, intelligent, mature, usually serious, quick-thinking, mentally-oriented young man, and thus is more fit for Ravenclaw than Slytherin, save for one thing. The one mentality that placed LaBre among the Snakes rather than the Eagles, was that he put himself before everyone else, and didn’t mind lying to make sure he got his way. He has a long memory when it comes to public embarrassment, and always succeeds in getting revenge, although it’s always a quiet retribution that leaves the target wondering who carried out the task. He thinks of his payback as justice, whether it is or isn’t. He doesn’t talk overly much, but he’s still fairly popular among most Hogwarts students, as, forgiving his manipulative ways, he seems more the Ravenclaw, who are generally liked better than Snakes.
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LOATHES: Pureblood snobs, overly compassionate people, needing help, cocky smartasses, those who have no tact, Poseurs, braggarts, classists, ignorance, alcohol, failure/losing, public humiliation, pity-seekers, and the cliché.
BOGGART: Failure. It takes form in a a crippled, wrinkly, ugly, ignorant old man in a wheelchair, who has an emptiness in a pair of light blue-green eyes.
DEMENTOR: The light, almost innocent looking green eyes, that seemed to tell an incomprehensible story, of the man who killed his grandfather.
PATRONUS: Arabian Stallion | Just a normal day of a normal vacation to southern France, where he swam in the Mediterranean Sea and somehow was able to hold his breath underwater for well over half an hour. His father told him, the same day, that it was magic, and that he had created a bubble of air around his head. It’s still his favorite day of his life, ever.
AMORENTIA: Rain, New Parchment, Food, and the Salty Ocean smell.
VERITASERUM: Savion has several secrets, but the first is that he has dwelt in the dark arts more than is appropriate for even a Death Eater. He feeds off of knowledge, and the Dark Arts are still qualified factors of information, however disgusting and evil it might be. He owns several books about Dark magic that he keeps safely in the Library in hidden places that only he knows about. He’s been teaching himself dark things since his second year at Hogwarts, making it five years. His second secret is that he played a part in an English boy’s suicide, by ruining his reputation, which meant the world to the boy. No one knows, or will ever know, that Savion was the one who released multiple horrible secrets about the kid. The Slytherin’s third secret is that he actually enjoys the company of some Gryffindors, despite the common house-rivalry. In addition, his other secret is that Savion is quite the play-boy, having had several affairs with his peers’ girlfriends throughout his academic career at Hogwarts, although he’s been able to keep them all quiet so far.
STRENGTHS:
-- Intelligent | Quick-Witted
-- Charming | Seductive
-- Bold
-- Courageous
-- Little to no temper
-- Calm at all times
-- Attractive
-- Quite the Quidditch player
-- Patient
-- Determined
WEAKNESSES:
-- Devious
-- Revengeful
-- Competitive | Bad Sport
-- Poor Self-Esteem, though his ego is fairly large
-- Guarded
-- Secretive
-- Unforgiving
-- Oblivious to flirting despite his romantic antics
-- Deceitful, and therefore untrustworthy.
-- Unpitying
OVERVIEW:
INTELLIGENT: He is incredibly smart, being that he can teach himself almost anything. He enjoys reading anything he can get his strong hands on which has helped form his amazing knowledge of the world, and fuel his own theories about the world. He’s intelligent enough to realize that mudbloods and muggles alike are capable of magic, which is good enough for him. He just doesn’t enjoy the muggles’ horrible ignorance of the Wizarding World. He likes learning more than most, and is very assertive in class, and even goes as far as to read ahead in his textbooks. If it weren’t for the fact he was a prefect and a mighty fine-looking guy, someone might dare to call him a nerd.
DECIEVING: Savion, simply put, doesn’t mind lying. In fact, he almost makes routine of it, being that he blames some of his practical jokes on the Gryffindors, who are more known for pranks. He lies with ease, as his pretty face insinuates his innocence, and few people are able to confront him about anything. His dark, mysterious brown eyes make certain of it.
CHARMING: Those mysterious, chocolaty eyes double as a seductive device. They can snare someone in his stare, while he smiles oh-so-handsomely at you, making a girl’s, or guy’s, heart melt even if they aren’t a large fan of his. He has a way of talking, in his silky French accent, that makes it hard not to listen to him, although sometimes people get lost in his eyes and forget to hear what he’s saying. He’s quite the charmer, and he can use it to his advantage.
DETERMINED: LaBre is a dogged type of guy, and he rarely gives up on anything, unless he finds it’s no longer desirable or worth his time. He likes getting what he wants, and will work hard to get it. Once his eyes are set upon a task, it is hard to dissuade him, and you’d have to be incredibly charismatic or very special to him. This attitude, that says “Nothing, no one, will get in the way of my goals… Or, so help them, it might get ugly”, is carried into whatever he does, ranging from Academia to athletic endeavors. If Savion Wyad LaBre sets his mind to something, it’s best to get out of his way, because you can bet your bottom dollar he’ll get it.
In summary, Savion could possibly be the worst enemy in the World, Wizarding or Muggle, to have. He has a long memory and is extremely bright. Best not get on his bad side. But, of course, if you manage to get on and stay on his good list, he can be a great friend. He’s brave, loyal (to those who are loyal to him), charming, determined, and deceiving. Forgiving his faults might be difficult as few know of them, but once you do you can tell he’s a pretty good guy who just happens to be extremely independent.
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FATHER: Henri Jacques LaBre, 47, French Ministry, Neutral, Ravenclaw
SIBLINGS:
Anne Claire LaBre, 20, Neutral, Beauxbatons
Charlotte Emilie LaBre, 16, Order, Ravenclaw
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES:
A gorgeous, black Arabian mare named Giselle. (Kept at home in France)
A white barn owl named Amaury. (Kept at Hogwarts)
A blue Somali cat named Leon. (Kept at Hogwarts)
WEALTH STATUS: The LaBres’ are decently well-off, more so than most, as money has been passed down through their family for generation. Most would consider him rich, but his parents made sure he was never spoiled.
BIRTHPLACE: Cannes, France.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Paris, France.
OVERVIEW: Savion Wyad LaBre was born on the Immaculate Conception of Mary, Decemeber 8th, to Henri and Claire LaBre, their second child of three, in Cannes, France. Both of his parents attended Beauxbatons, and planned to have all three attend the school as well. Older sister Anne Claire was three when the brown haired, blue-green-eyed baby was born. His younger sister was born nearly a year later, on December 4th, and was named Charlotte Emilie. The three children learned both English and Spanish in addition to the local tongue: French. While English was not in primary use at the LaBre residence, it was frequently used with the family’s British and American relatives who visited often.
The young boy had an excellent childhood. His family was well-off, so he had what he needed in life, and sometimes what he wanted. He took to riding horses at a young age, and since then they have been his favorite animal. Since his sister’s birth the family has had at least one cat, so Savion is used to feline company, and actually brings his own cat, Leon, to Hogwarts every year. As a child he was rarely content, and was always striving to be a little bit better, which was easy considering his natural intellect. He enjoyed mind-games, and unknowingly began Legilimency, meaning that he could enter other people’s subconscious and interpret whatever he found correctly. It may have been his first encounter with magic, but since he kept his ability quiet, no one could tell him so, or that it was an incredibly odd and rare thing for a seven year old to accomplish. By the time he was thirteen he could masterfully navigate someone else’s mind accurately, though it wasn’t until his fifth year that he learned he could also protect his own mind, which he has been trying to learn how to do since, to no success.
When he was eleven, he received an envelope to Hogwarts, in addition to one from Beauxbatons. Savion’s older sister had decided to follow her parents footsteps and attend Beauxbatons, which was conveniently located near Cannes, where the children had grown up. However, the eleven year old boy, and only LaBre son, took the invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and put it to use. That fall, he arrived at the Castle, with a trunk full of his belongings, and an eager mind.
The first evening there was the night of the first year sorting. Savion didn’t know much about the different houses, only their names and values. The Sorting Hat went through the other students, and the somewhat short and scrawny French boy hurried to sit on the stool when his name was called. He had fidgeted, and had been shocked when the hat began whispering to him, which he hadn’t noticed in the audience. His blue-green eyes had surely expressed his shock, and many people had laughed, much to the child’s displeasure. He can recall the whole conversation with the Sorting Hat to this day:
The sorting hat had first spoken in his ear quietly, “Intelligent, more so than I’ve seen for a long time… Determined, are we?”
Savion had been startled, but had replied hurriedly in crooked, accented English, “Yes, I would say so.”
“… Patient, but for the wrong reasons… Ah… Quite the little charmer, are you, LaBre?”
“Pardon?”
“Brave, but revengeful… You’re devious, to say the least, and witty, as well.”
“Yes, that’s what my sisters tell me.”
“You would fit in Ravenclaw, with your intelligence… Or Slytherin for your determination, charm, and boldness. You aren’t humble, or kind, so Hufflepuff is a capitalized ‘NO’. Gryffindor… Gryffindor. You might fit there….”
The sorting had been taking rather long, and people were murmuring about the little first year who was sitting there, back straight, with his small shoulders back. Savion had breathed out in a gust, and for some reason, the Sorting Hat suddenly spoke again to the first year. “Not Gryffindor. Not Hufflepuff. Either Ravenclaw or Slytherin… hmm….”
After another minute of thought, the Sorting Hat said, in a lower tone than he had used with the students before, “ SLYTHERIN.”
There had been a large boom of applause from one of the tables, and a very confused, though he hid it well, Savion LaBre was escorted to the Snake’s table.
It was the start of his years at Hogwarts. He sometimes questioned why he was sorted into Slytherin, but he took to the house with a grain of salt, and dealt with the decision. He grew up at Hogwarts, his friends were there. He loved to learn, so the school year was his favorite time of year.
His second year his little sister, Charlotte, tagged along, and was sorted in Ravenclaw. The two became closer, although they didn’t interact much. Charlotte was far more popular than Savion, but Savion outmatched her in wisdom. The young man, in his fourth year, grew well over eight inches, and a pair of broad, square shoulders took over his curved, childhood ones. His face became more angular, and his eyes seemed to grow narrower. He went from being an average looking, skinny boy to a tall, muscular young man over the course of the year. His past few years at Hogwarts have been incredibly successful. He was named Head Boy for his seventh year, having been a prefect until that point. He’s one of the best Quidditch players at Hogwarts now, a chaser for Slytherin. Savion studied all summer long for his N.E.W.T.S, and feels incredibly confident. The seventh year is eager to be out of Hogwarts with top marks, even in worthless classes. [/SIZE]
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AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: 2 years actively.
SECRET WORD: Admin Edit.
ANYTHING ELSE?: N/A.
RP SAMPLE: {{From a Gossip Girl Roleplay... only partial part of the post}}
The alarm went off, playing whatever was on the radio, waking the boy up almost instantly, eyelashes fluttering as a pair of blue eyes opened. Shaking his head, the brown haired guy laying on the black-sheeted bed sat up, rubbing his face and messing his hair up even more than it was already messed up. The same dream he’d had the night before, and the night before that, the nightmare that relived the death of his girlfriend. His worst memory, relived through a dream, as though he couldn’t forget her face that night already. Now sitting, the young man glanced at the clock. It was 6:01 a.m. Admittedly, most people didn’t get up that early on weekends, but this young man was not characteristically a member of the majority. At least not a member of the Upper East Side of Manhattan’s majority, being that he was from California.
Rolling off the double bed with the warm wool blankets, the boy landed on his feet as he stood up to a very full height of six foot one, stretching his arms wide. Blinking his blue eyes, the young man took a few steps forward, and picked up a silver watch. Clicking the watch around his wrist, he looked outside the window, which was, in fact, a whole wall. Gazing out he could see a few people mulling about, but not half as many as would be roaming in two hours. Scratching the back of his dark hair covered head, leaving tufts sticking out the back unevenly, he walked to a set of drawers, pulling them out to see only a few garments. He still needed to shop for clothes, but in all honesty, shopping wasn’t his strongest suit. The young man took out a pair of dark-wash jeans, one of his better pairs, and a black, blue, and green plaid shirt. Rummaging through another drawer, he found a black V-neck, and some black socks too. The young man glanced at the three pairs of shoes he owned, a pair of dress-shoes, a pair of running shoes, and a pair of cleats, a stuck the dress shoes on.
Rolling his eyes, the boy thought to himself about the possibility of shopping as he shed what clothing he had worn to bed and changed into the outfit he’d chosen from a small wardrobe. It were moments like these he wished he had female friends who wouldn’t mind dressing him up like a doll with his credit card. He heaved a sigh. It was a shame to waste a beautiful day, but in all honesty, in was in desperate need of clothing. Not just like the typical teenage girl’s want for more ‘in’ clothes, the young man had maybe fifteen outer-garments at most. Opening each drawer he counted thirteen pieces of clothing, not counting socks or underwear.
Taking the black leather belt on the dresser and looping through his jeans, the young man walked to the bathroom at the other side of the bedroom, which was actually fairly large, though he tripped once over a backpack, which split out several books. He wiped his nose with his hand as he entered the bathroom, immediately confronted by his appearance. With dark brown hair that was sticking up in several different directions, five o’clock shadow, and bruise on his cheek, the young man looked like a mess. He stared into his own eyes, letting out a deep breath. He spun the handle of the faucet, turning the water on and cupping his to catch the fast flowing stuff. Splashing his face caused drops of water to fall on the granite counter of the bathroom. The boy looked up at his reflection, and snatched the hairbrush sitting on the granite, quickly running the bristles through his dark hair until the tangles of the medium length locks were gone.
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