Post by BRICK MORS STYKR on Oct 18, 2010 6:51:36 GMT
BRICK MORS STYKR
[/font]IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME ![/color][/font]
there was a place, a little town
where we used to play laugh laugh around
we went too far, reaching for that star
and the light moved away from me
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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][/font]
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NICKNAMES: Striker, or just Brick
AGE: 16 (cuz of his bithday)
DATE OF BIRTH: August 24th
YEAR: Fifth Year
HOUSE: DON'T FILL IN. WE'RE SORTING YOU!
AFFILIATION: Dark Knights
SEXUALITY: Bisexual[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK
IS THE UGLIEST GIRL IN
THE SCHOOL? HMM... OH,
BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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EYE DETAILS: Brick has dark almond-shaped brown eyes. They can look serious, even when he's not, but always keep a sort of mischevious gleam about them.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: 198 cm / 67 kg / Lean & Muscular
FACE: Long, angled face, with a light tan complexion.
STYLE: He wears mostly earthy colors, like brown, tan or green. All of his clothes are loose and comfortable "something to fight in" kind of wear. He has a habit of not wearing a shirt when he doesn't have to, but usually gets yelled at for being an exibitionist. As far as shoes go, he usually wears boots or some other working-type shoes. He absolutely can't stand the fancy stuff.
PLAYED BY: Dylan Patton[/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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LOATHES: Light Wizards thinking their so hot, Weaklings, Being Punished, Being Scolded, Reading, Vegetables, Fancy Clothes or Food, History of Magic, Potions, Charms
BOGGART: Being weak, and unable to protect those in his care; being a failure. As a boggart, it makes him unable to do anything, while those he cares about die in front of him.
DEMENTOR: Flashes of memory - seeing blood on the floor, following it to his parents room, seeing his mother dead and his father covered in blood, his father's look of relief seeing him before he uses the Killing Curse on himself, being alone with his parents dead.
PATRONUS: Bull; He's about four or five, and his father is teaching him how to fight, or "Man Training". His best efforts could never hope to hurt a large man like his father, but they are still warmly praised and the blonde man is animatedly suggesting differnt moves the little boy can try while calling over to his wife, exclaiming that the boy was a prodigy. The light orange-haired woman laughs from her place in a large chair, distracted from the large book she was reading, and gives a warm indulgent smile to her husband and son. It's a memory that is both warm and painful for Brick, and it congures a particularly aggressive animal.
AMORENTIA: Burning wood, Freshwater, Damp Cavern-like Smells, Magic
VERITASERUM: He ran away and let his mother die when he was seven, He's not as confident as he appears, and is sometimes nervous that he will fail, He's a virgin.
STRENGTHS: Fighting, Dueling, Flying
WEAKNESSES: Reading, Arguing, Lying
PERSONALITY: Striker, overall, is a very simple-minded person. He has a hard time seeing the "larger picture" or even just coming up with a suitable plan of action for most things. HE prefers to come at things head-on, and hope to overcome them with sheer force of power. He makes very little use, himself, on grand strategy or deception, and makes decisions based on gut instinct when in any situation.
Striker is very close to being a bully, though mostly because he is very forceful with his intentions and very rude in his speech. He doesn't see himself as a bully, of course, but in general people may think he's a jerk. He doesn't diferenciate between gilrs and boys either, which is usually something that gets him in trouble.
Striker is also not very smart, and gets a bit irritated when people notice that he can't read very well. He doesn't get much practice, and in fact the only books he's ever really read on his own were Curse and Dark Spell books, that his mother had packed away in her study. He enjoys Dark Magic because of it's strength, though there are quite a few spells that simply will not work for him.
Finally, Striker is enamored with the thought of knighthood and the entire medival caste system. These thoughts were born from the stories his father used to tell, about their family decending from knights. Because of this he is very honor driven, and sticks to his decisions no matter what they are. It's very hard to change his mind.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED
ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN
THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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FATHER: Belrick Raa Stykr, 32, Magical Blacksmith, Neutral, Gryffindor
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Adoptive Father: Adrastos Rozyer; Adoptive Brother: Braeden Rozyer; Black Cat: Lorn
WEALTH STATUS: Moderately Poor, though now he's a bit more wealthy.
BIRTHPLACE: Buckhaven, Scotland, United Kingdom
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom
HISTORY: Brick grow up in the small town of Buckhaven, Scotland where he was cared for by his mother and father. Their hose was located in an out-of-the-way location surrounded by forest, in which Brick would often explore and play. He looked up to his father, who was a large, strong-willed sort of man, who often tried to teach his some some manners as well as the proper way to be a man, but only ever managed to encourage Brick usual ruff and tumble antics. His mother was always the quiet one, though Brick adored her as well. She always seemed nervous, however, and even when she was happy she also seemed stressed, like she was under a lot of pressure. She often told Brick to sta away from muggles and muggle children, because they were diseased, which ended up with Brick not having any friends at all. This didn't bother him, however, since he was find exploring alone and with his father.
Time went on like that for quite a while, until Brick was about seven. He had walked with his mother into town, as usual, with her not paying attention to anyone around her and barely speaking. Brick was quite during these outings too, taking his lead from his mother, however this time the trip would take a turn for the worst. There was a small pop, that drew Brick and his mother's attention, and suddenly there was a man standing just a few meters away from them. No one else seemed to notice. The man announced himself as an auror, who was here to arrest Angelic on the charges of being a suspected Death Eater. At the time, Brick didn't know what those things meant, but before the Auror could get any closer, Angelic had her wand out and cursed the man. This seemed to snap the muggles out of their usual state, a few of them becoming violent as they relized that the strange woman had just killed a man. A few more Aurors appeared as well, and Angelic very quickly pushed a startled and confused Brick away from her with the orders to return home. Brick had wanted to stay, but his mother's stern voice and the angry yells of the forming mob spurred him to run. He was sure that if he got to his father then everything could be put right.
He tried to take a route through the forest, to avoid the mob of people, but it was a path unfamiliar to him, and soon he was completely lost. He was frustrated and upset, and he kept thinking that his mother was in trouble, but he couldn't d anything about it. Eventually he was able to find the path to his house and follow it to his front doors. He noticed a trail of something wet on the ground, but couldn't tell what it was until he got inside his house. It was a trail of blood. Slowly, Brick followed the trail up to his parents room, and peeked inside. His father was holding his mother's dead body, covered in blood, while he cried into her hair. His wand was out. A small noise from Brick drew his father's attention, and a look of relief flashed across his face, then in the next moment, Brick's father took his own life with the Killing Curse, and Brick was left all alone.
Having no other family, Brick first ended up in an orphanage then in various foster homes. He was never a particularly well behaved child, so no one ever wanted to keep him. He came to Hogwarts when he was 12 (thanks to his August birthday) and had for the most part adopted it as his new home. Due to his fasination with knights and his overall guilt over his mother and animosity toward Aurors and muggles, Brick became part of the Dark Knights at school when he was 14. At that same age, he was adopted by Adrastos Rozyer, due to his 'friendly' relationship to his son.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]EVERY TIME I LOOK AT
HER I GET THESE PAINS
IN MY CHEST AND I KNOW
ITS HER FAULT, THAT BITCH![/color][/font]
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AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: >5 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Link on Mischief Managed
RP SAMPLE:
Oct 16, 2010 20:29:25 GMT @odochan said:
Rosier walked silently through the dungeon hallways, his stride purposeful and brisk. He would never go anywhere within the school unless he was sure of the way head of time, hesitation showed weakness, and he wasn't going to be seem milling about like some half-witted Hufflepuff. The winding Dungeon corridors had been difficult to navigate at first, after all, the walls were sparsely decorated, and made so that it gave very little in the way of directional landmarks. As a matter of fact, most students could spend their entire Hogwarts careers without knowing anything about the dungeons but how to get to the Potions lab and back out. But Rosier was a Slytherin, and the dungeons were indisputably snake territory - it would have been shameful if he hadn't learned the exact layout of the area, how could he call himself a Slytherin if he was found lost down here? The thought was mortifying.
So he'd taken the time to very thoroughly investigate the dark area, and with only a few questions flown to his father about the details, he was satisfied by the end of his first year that he knew as much, if not more, about this place than even the elder snakes. It was toward the end of his first year, in fact, that he'd learned the whereabouts of the Hogwarts kitchens. This discovery was very fortunate for him, in fact, since as much as he hated those stupid, bug-eyed little rats they called House Elves, he hated having to eat around all of those equally disgusting beasts better known as his classmates. At home, mealtimes were very ritualistic. There was very little talking, and even then it was of particularly meaningful matters. In the Great Hall, it was a free for all eating frenzy. Loud, sloppy, it drove him crazy.
For that entire year he'd barely eaten more than a few bites, and was horrified that he might have to spend the remaining six years he had at Hogwarts, starving until summer came around. To that end, the discovery of the kitchens was god sent. He could refrain from forcing too much food down in the presence of that mess in the Great Hall, then sneak down to the kitchens to have a meal in relative peace - the annoying babbling of the kitchen rats aside. That was his purpose at the moment as well. He climbed the stairs carefully, hoping not to attract the attention of any out and about students.
Slytherins he didn't have to worry about, it may come at a bit of a price, but Slytherins generally looked out for each other, in the shared goal of beating Gyffindor to the House Cup. Down here, though, in the Basement Level of Hogwarts, he had the issue of being discovered by a Hufflepuff - as embarrassing as that would be. True, he wasn't Out of Bounds, yet, but that wouldn't stop the looks he'd get. Nope, best to keep it quiet. Barely three seconds after thinking that he heard someone moving around quite near the hall he was walking down. He stopped short, and tried to listen to where it was coming from and where it was headed. Toward him, of course. Where else? And there was no sign of an alcove or anything to shield him form view. Nothing else to do (except retreat, but he'd never done that, and was sure he never would), he stood want waited to see who it was who was going to see him so obviously out of place. If he was lucky he could frighten the person into keeping quiet. If he was lucky...
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[/color][/font]HUFFLEPUFFS ARE
PARTICULARLY GOOD
FINDERS! WHAT THE
HELL IS A HUFFLEPUFF?[/color][/font]
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