Post by tashie on Jan 24, 2012 4:27:40 GMT 1
ANTONY • MARKUS • MONTAGUE
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antony markus montague.
NICKNAMES:
tony, montague.
GENDER:
male.
AGE/D.O.B:
seventeen/july 16th, 2003
HOUSE:
slytherin.
OCCUPATION:
n/a
BLOOD STATUS:
pure.
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aaron bruckner.
HAIR:
antony has medium length blonde hair. he wears it a variety of ways, just depending on the day. if he feels like messing with it, he'll wear it down and swept to the side. if he doesn't, he'll get out of bed and go, and it'll be sticking up in all directions. sometimes he gels it to the side, but most of the time he just lets it go.
EYES:
antony's eyes are blue, but they don't really pop like a lot people with blue eyes do. they are sort of small, but despite all of this he can easily pierce you with his gaze.
BODY AND HEIGHT:
antony stands at five feet ten inches tall, and has a lean muscular frame.
DISTINCT MARKINGS:
antony is very loyal to his house, so over the summer, he got a tattoo of a snake on his arm and chest. click. his parents were not happy at all.
CLOTHING/STYLE:
unless his parents are forcing him to go to some fancy function, antony likes to dress casually. jeans, tee shirts, nothing too fancy at all.
ANYTHING ELSE:
wand: bloodwood, twelve and three quarter inches long, dragon bone core.
cat: jazz montague. click for him.
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potions, transfiguration, his blood status, his house, loyalty, respect, protecting those he cares about, being with friends, cold weather, cats.
DISLIKES:
defense against the dark arts, disloyal people, disrespectful people, people who obviously do not care about themselves, being alone for a long time, really hot weather, water, rats, toads.
STRENGTHS:
confident, smart, level-headed.
WEAKNESSES:
arrogant, not a great dueler, uncertain.
PRIORITIES:
graduating, being successful in his parent's eyes, figuring out what he wants to do with his life.
BOGGART:
failing, disappointing his parents, losing everyone.
ERISED:
to be perfect.
VERITASERUM:
he is in love with a muggle born girl, but his parents would never approve, so he keeps her at a distance as an okay friend, even though it kills him.
PATRONUS:
his father's pride when he was sorted into slytherin, a hyena.
PENSIEVE:
realizing that he could never really do what he wanted with his life without being a disappointment.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
i suppose one could describe me mostly as a confident and driven person. i was almost placed in ravenclaw as a first year, but the hat decided i had more slytherin qualities. i am determined above all else to make my mother and father proud of me. my father has always been a quiet sort of guy, and never expresses feelings openly. i just want to be a success in his eyes. i am fiercely loyal in anything that i do. i was sorted into slytherin, and i am completely loyal to my house. not to say i don't have friends from other houses, but slytherin is the best. and i'll fight with anyone about it. i don't allow blood status to choose my friends. i'll be friends with a muggle born as fast as i'll be friends with a pure blood. as much as i hate it, though, i cannot be with a muggle born or even a half blood romantically. my father would never forgive me if i tainted the family blood that everyone has worked so hard to preserve.
i suppose sometimes i can come as contemptuous and overconfident. i guess that's because i am. i am very confident in myself in everything that i do, but that is how my father raised me to be. i am a montague, after all. i often dream of the girl i can never have. we are distant friends, because i can't stand to be closer to her. i am pretty sure that i love her, but i can't act on it. my dad would disown me. there are plenty of other girls he would approve of, girls who are pretty with good personalities, but i can't really look at anyone else. sometimes it gets me down, but i keep moving. no point in getting all depressed over something i can't change, right? in any case, i love to have friends. i'll make friends with anyone who is tolerable, though some people find my personality a little abrasive. i don't care about them, however. i'm not gonna force myself on anyone, because no one is that important.
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george markus montague.
MOTHER:
orla emilia montague(formerly quirke).
SIBLINGS:
________ montague(sister).
OTHER FAMILY:
n/a
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS:
upper class/rich.
HISTORY OVERVIEW:
my parents met shortly after they graduated hogwarts. the world was still in shambles from the war, and they decided to start over together. their romance was short, but neither of their families really minded. my mother was from a pure-blood family, and that's all that mattered to my father's parents. my mother's parents just wanted her to be happy. i was born about a year after they got married. i was the light of my mother's life, who quit her job to become a full-time mom to me. she was always very open with her love toward me, and i was always a big mama's boy. i was a little over a year old when my younger sister was born. i don't really remember being jealous of her at the time, but when i was four is the first time i can remember feeling bitter and jealous toward her. it wasn't because i had to share my mom with her, not really. see, my dad had never given me a lot of attention, but he absolutely smothered her with love and affection. my mom tried to make up for it, but the older i got, the more it stung.
when i was eleven, like most wizards, i got my hogwarts letter. my sister was very excited, and would beg me to let her read it. but i refused. i was still immature, and i didn't want her anywhere near me. not when dad loved her so much more. mom took me shopping for all my robes, and it was on that day that i got my wand and jazz. jazz was just a kitten when we got him. we had originally planned on buying me an owl, but when i saw jazz, i had to have him. my father did not see me off when i stepped on the train. he didn't even consider going with me. my mom and sister waved from the platform, and i settled in the best i could. but my stomach was in my throat the entire time. i couldn't even imagine not being sorted into slytherin. fortunately, i didn't have to worry about it for too long. the hat was placed on my head, contemplated for a few seconds, and then placed me in slytherin.
a few days later, i received an owl from my father. he told me how proud he was that i was in slytherin, and it was the happiest day of my life. my father had never showed an interest in me before that, and had never showed interest in me since. i was in my third year when i met her, jewel. jewel was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen. she was in her second year, and she was the quiet type. i met her at a quidditch game, sitting all by herself. i offered to let her sit with me in the slytherin stands, and she agreed. normally i would be disgusted by a lack of loyalty to one's house, but her twinkling eyes and pretty face made it impossible for me to be angry with her. we spent a lot of time together over the course of the next few weeks, and actually almost started dating.. but then everything clicked in my head. she was muggle born, my dad would never love me if i dated her.
i gradually distanced us, trying my best not to hurt her. of course, i know it had to hurt her a little. we are still okay friends, but i know better than to let myself get close to her again. in my fourth year, i made the quidditch team as a beater. i was thrilled, hoping that my dad would be proud of me. but once again, he showed no interest. the rest of my time at hogwarts has been spent like any other person's. i've made friends, but i've never really dated anyone. now that i'm in my seventh year, i'm really focusing on my grades and trying to figure out what i want to do with my life.
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tashie.
YOURAGE:
nineteen.
YOURTIMEZONE:
central.
YOUREXPERIENCE:
5-7 years.
YOUROTHERCHARS:
none<3
YOURSAMPLE:
The tortoiseshell tom stood silently, just on the border of SunClan. They were in there, without a real parent to take care of them. They were in there, probably being nursed by another queen in the nursery. They would never know their mother, and they would never know who their father was. Hopefully it wouldn't upset them too much. Hopefully they would be able to live normal lives without him... Pain gripped at his chest. The wounds were still fresh. The pain of loosing Swanwing, and the pain of knowing he could never be there for his kits just tore him up inside. But he had to go on. He couldn't just lay down and give up. He had his Clan to think of. His kits weren't the only ones who needed him at this point in time. The Clan was relying on him to take care of them and lead them well. He needed to just put the whole business out of his head, but unfortunately he longed for the family he would never be able to be a part of. The two bastard kits in SunClan. Would they hate him without even knowing who he was?
His amber eyes looked down at his paws. Thoughts of his kits plagued his mind. Did they look like him? If so, would other cats know? And if they did know, what would they say? Would it cause terrible problems for his Clan, maybe even a war? Guilt, nervousness, and pain ripped at his insides, and he had to suppress a yowl of torment. Just for a moment he was tempted to sneak over the border. Just for a moment he tried to devise a way to sneak into SunClan's camp, and take a peak into the nursery. He just wanted to see them once, but this was StarClan's punishment for him. He didn't blame them at all. It was what he got for loving a cat in another Clan. Even the most mouse brained apprentice knows that the Clan comes before anything, but he had put Swanwing before his Clan, and she had put him before hers. StarClan had punished her in the most terrible of ways. Or maybe they were actually punishing him more harshly. After all, he had to live with it. And honestly, it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
With a bit of a jolt he realized that the pale light of sunrise was starting to penetrate the murky dark of the Leafbare night. He turned quickly, stumbling a bit from exhaustion, and ran back to the camp. The cat on guard simply nodded at him as he ran by. Every cat in camp knew that on most nights their leader didn't rest. None of them had any idea why, and he wasn't exactly sure what they said, but he didn't care. No cat could say he didn't lead them well, and in the end that was all that mattered to him. With a swish of his tail, he padded over to the warriors den. He poked his head inside, "Lilyfoot, Rosewing, and Ibistail you're coming with me on the dawn patrol. Lilyfoot, bring Sparrowpaw along. He looked over as his deputy's head rose. "Batclaw, please put together a hunting patrol." With that, the leader stepped backwards and then padded to the entrance of camp to wait on his patrol. Sleepiness tugged at his eyelids, and he decided he would take a nap when the patrol got back.
Sorry it isn't a 'human' rp sample, I can't find one D: I haven't role played people in awhile.
His amber eyes looked down at his paws. Thoughts of his kits plagued his mind. Did they look like him? If so, would other cats know? And if they did know, what would they say? Would it cause terrible problems for his Clan, maybe even a war? Guilt, nervousness, and pain ripped at his insides, and he had to suppress a yowl of torment. Just for a moment he was tempted to sneak over the border. Just for a moment he tried to devise a way to sneak into SunClan's camp, and take a peak into the nursery. He just wanted to see them once, but this was StarClan's punishment for him. He didn't blame them at all. It was what he got for loving a cat in another Clan. Even the most mouse brained apprentice knows that the Clan comes before anything, but he had put Swanwing before his Clan, and she had put him before hers. StarClan had punished her in the most terrible of ways. Or maybe they were actually punishing him more harshly. After all, he had to live with it. And honestly, it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
With a bit of a jolt he realized that the pale light of sunrise was starting to penetrate the murky dark of the Leafbare night. He turned quickly, stumbling a bit from exhaustion, and ran back to the camp. The cat on guard simply nodded at him as he ran by. Every cat in camp knew that on most nights their leader didn't rest. None of them had any idea why, and he wasn't exactly sure what they said, but he didn't care. No cat could say he didn't lead them well, and in the end that was all that mattered to him. With a swish of his tail, he padded over to the warriors den. He poked his head inside, "Lilyfoot, Rosewing, and Ibistail you're coming with me on the dawn patrol. Lilyfoot, bring Sparrowpaw along. He looked over as his deputy's head rose. "Batclaw, please put together a hunting patrol." With that, the leader stepped backwards and then padded to the entrance of camp to wait on his patrol. Sleepiness tugged at his eyelids, and he decided he would take a nap when the patrol got back.
Sorry it isn't a 'human' rp sample, I can't find one D: I haven't role played people in awhile.
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