Post by mcgeezer on May 13, 2010 19:52:36 GMT
ALEXANDERWYATTBADDOCK
hello? it's me, conor here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm seventeen and i've been around this roleplay world for about five or six years. i stumbled about here thanks to proboards support.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] 17.06.2006
full name Alexander Wyatt Baddock.
nicknames Alex.
age Sixteen.
date of birth
year and house of preference Sixth & Ravenclaw (canon)
bloodline[/color] Pureblood.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] Five Foot, Eleven Inches.
height
weight[/color] One Hundred & Fourty Five Pounds.
hair colour[/color] Brown.
eye colour[/color] Blue.
skin tone[/color] Pale.
play-by[/color] Peter Britney.
Alex is a rather handsome individual. From a very young age, one could tell that he'd grow up to break some hearts. While he was slightly pudgy when he was a child, as he grew through adolescence he shed much of his baby weight and developed a lean frame. Couple this with a lot of exercise and you've got yourself a strapping young man. When he was thirteen his first growth spurt hit, and to this day is still is rather tall. He was once considered the tallest in his year, but his peers have more than caught up to him at this point.
His head of brown hair was acquired from his father. Alex's father was a strapping young man himself back in the day, and his only son seems to have become a chip off the old block. His hair is that movie-star color of brown and he wears it long, slightly overshadowing his face. His mother passed on her electric blue eyes to her son, which are very sharp and almost soul-piercing. Overall he truly is a cute young man.
But he isn't without his imperfections. Not at all. When he was rather young, roughly seven or so, Alex had a nasty incident on a broomstick. He was playing a friendly match with his father, but he was unexpectedly knocked clean off his broom when the quaffle came at him awkwardly. As a result he broke his femur, it was rather bad actually and it left him with a small scar along his leg. Of course it could be made to disappear, but he kind of liked it. It's a weird star shape on his left calf.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Malcolm Phillip Baddock. (47)
father
mother[/color] Leanne Rose Baddock (nee Bradley). (45)
siblings[/color] N/A.
spouses[/color] N/A.
offspring[/color] N/A.
other relations N/A.[/color]
Alexander Wyatt Baddock was born on a crisp summers day in Liverpool, England. Alex's parents had met while at Hogwarts it so happened. When Malcolm was in his final year at the wizarding academy he came upon Leanne Bradley who was a fifth year student at the time. While the pair had never really interacted at school, they met after their formal education. Alex's father was working as a resident healer at Saint Mungo's and she was admitted with a rather nasty little virus. And they just clicked; it was like magic. A few years later and the couple were getting on fine, straight after a wedding and a new child on the way. All was well for the family, and the birth of their son Alex was only and added bonus.
Coming from a Pureblood family meant that Alex never had to hide his abilities from anyone. He was free to express himself in any way, shape or form at home. The first time his magical talents surfaced was when he was five. Nothing special really, he just simply moved a teddy bear across his bedroom floor. Overall, Alex's family was rather ordinary ... for a wizarding family anyway. Nothing bad or terrible ever really happened to the family, all was well and it stayed that way.
But as young Alex entered in adolescence, he noticed some things about himself that weren't attributed to many people his age. Alex knew from a young age that he was gay, it was always just something he'd accepted and never known it to be any different. He wasn't one of those guys who doesn't realize for a long time, or who finds it hard to come to terms with, he simply accepted it and that was that. Sure there were some harsh words thrown around at school, but who didn't get those? Alex just saw it as a minor annoyance and forgot about them. No one could tell him what or who he was, right?
Years have passed and Alex is at the age of sixteen. He is currently in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is enjoying his time.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
Cruella de Vil truly did enjoy the finer things in life. Whether it was having afternoon caviar on a stunning and rather large yacht or going on a spending spree in Milan, she simply reveled in the refined nature of it all. Of course, if it wasn't for Cruella's rather wealthy family she wouldn't be able to afford her life of luxury. But they were all the way back in good old London and all they left her with where her several suitcases and a credit card. A foolish mistake, but it was a bit late after four years of high school in Maine. Since Cruella was finished school now, she was living in a rented suite in a nearby apartment block. It was very chic and classy, but she needed to furnish the building. And by 'furnish the building', I do mean her wardrobe. Which is why she found herself in the largest shopping center in the town, near her new home and old boarding school, with her friends Anita and Per-- whatever her name was.
Yes, even though the three girls were supposed to be friends and whatnot, Cruella honestly didn't care for the smaller and younger girl. Heck, half the time Cruella couldn't even remember the poor girl's name! What was it? Penny? Patricia? ... Perdita?! Well, it didn't truly matter anyway. The only reason Cruella was even remotely close to the girl was because of Anita. Cruella and Anita had a long history together. The two girls' parents had been close friends and when Anita was born, Cruella was three years old. Cruella and Anita were inseparable children, most kids like to pretend to be parents and push their younger siblings buggies or feed them, Cruella was an only child so she was exempt from this. But she treated Anita like a little baby sister and was all on duty for babysitting. And even now, in the present, Cruella felt as if she and Anita were close sister. But, her being Cruella De Vil and all, she would never admit this to her aloud.
On this particular day whilst shopping with Anita and that other girl, Cruella had entered every possible shop and bough anything that she deemed worthy, which was surprisingly a lot. She had several shopping bags, each one full, all along each arm as if they were bangles of some sort. She really did like to shop, so why not go all out? Her high stiletto heels clacked against the floor as she walked, hips swaying from left to right and back again. Her guchi sunglasses sitting atop her luscious dark locks which fell in small ringlets around her elegant neck. Cruella really did look the optimal candidate of snobbery and high class society, along with her knee-length black pencil skirt and puffy white blouse. Simple, yet oh so elegant.
The three ladies headed down a long hallway down several of those 'cheap' stores that Cruella wouldn't be caught dead in. They were heading toward a small bench in the center of the hallway, sure Cruella 'needed' more clothes but when she thought about it, her legs were getting slightly tired. So she led the other two girls toward this bench. But on the way, she noticedPetunia Perdita's face and look she was giving off. It was as if she was constantly nervous in Cruella's presence. The tall female noticed that the smaller girl was nervous when they first started off shopping, but Cruella basically ignored her whilst prowling the racks of clothes. Cruella couldn't blame her after all, she was very intimidating and waaaay more attractive than the reserved and shy Penny Perdita. Maybe she could get some quick laughs from this?
When the three of them had sit down, Cruella immediately extracted a compact mirror and make-up kit from her prada clutch and began to reapply her make-up. And as she did so, she heardPatty Perdita speak up once more, asking if we were going to go anywhere else. Let the games begin, Cruella thought the cruel idea to herself.
"What was that? Speak up now!" She began her cruel tirade against the poor girl. "Well of course we are going to going somewhere else. I haven't filled my shopping quota for today." It was true, since Cruella moved into her new suite she had thrown out her old clothes. For one they were out of season, and second, she needed more space for newer clothes. And her wardrobe would only be half full even after she filled it with the new buys she got today. "Hmmm. Perdita dear, would you like to chose the next shop?" Cruella asked the meek girl, careful to use her proper name this time. "Don't be shy now." Cruella sat in wait, still trying to apply some more make-up, ready to pounce onPhilomena Perdita for her bad taste in clothing stores.
Yes, even though the three girls were supposed to be friends and whatnot, Cruella honestly didn't care for the smaller and younger girl. Heck, half the time Cruella couldn't even remember the poor girl's name! What was it? Penny? Patricia? ... Perdita?! Well, it didn't truly matter anyway. The only reason Cruella was even remotely close to the girl was because of Anita. Cruella and Anita had a long history together. The two girls' parents had been close friends and when Anita was born, Cruella was three years old. Cruella and Anita were inseparable children, most kids like to pretend to be parents and push their younger siblings buggies or feed them, Cruella was an only child so she was exempt from this. But she treated Anita like a little baby sister and was all on duty for babysitting. And even now, in the present, Cruella felt as if she and Anita were close sister. But, her being Cruella De Vil and all, she would never admit this to her aloud.
On this particular day whilst shopping with Anita and that other girl, Cruella had entered every possible shop and bough anything that she deemed worthy, which was surprisingly a lot. She had several shopping bags, each one full, all along each arm as if they were bangles of some sort. She really did like to shop, so why not go all out? Her high stiletto heels clacked against the floor as she walked, hips swaying from left to right and back again. Her guchi sunglasses sitting atop her luscious dark locks which fell in small ringlets around her elegant neck. Cruella really did look the optimal candidate of snobbery and high class society, along with her knee-length black pencil skirt and puffy white blouse. Simple, yet oh so elegant.
The three ladies headed down a long hallway down several of those 'cheap' stores that Cruella wouldn't be caught dead in. They were heading toward a small bench in the center of the hallway, sure Cruella 'needed' more clothes but when she thought about it, her legs were getting slightly tired. So she led the other two girls toward this bench. But on the way, she noticed
When the three of them had sit down, Cruella immediately extracted a compact mirror and make-up kit from her prada clutch and began to reapply her make-up. And as she did so, she heard
"What was that? Speak up now!" She began her cruel tirade against the poor girl. "Well of course we are going to going somewhere else. I haven't filled my shopping quota for today." It was true, since Cruella moved into her new suite she had thrown out her old clothes. For one they were out of season, and second, she needed more space for newer clothes. And her wardrobe would only be half full even after she filled it with the new buys she got today. "Hmmm. Perdita dear, would you like to chose the next shop?" Cruella asked the meek girl, careful to use her proper name this time. "Don't be shy now." Cruella sat in wait, still trying to apply some more make-up, ready to pounce on
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
new album; brand new eyes![/font]
