Post by ASHWYN LEIGH MADDOX on Jan 29, 2013 22:00:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood ASHWYN LEIGH MADDOX [/style] [style=font-family:times; font-size:10; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 2px color:#c0b0a1; text-transform:uppercase; font-style: italic; ] you're a wizard, harry nicknames: Ash date of birth: October 8 age: 14 gender: male sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: student bloodstatus: half-blood financial status: middle class year: fourth house: Ravenclaw wand: Dragon heartstring, Spruce, 11 inches, swishy allegiance: Neutral canon: no Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5'9" weight: 130 lbs hair: red; short and neat eyes: blue distinguishing features: nothing particular, although red hair isn't too common intended face claim: Lasse Pedersen overall: Ash is a fairly lean young man, clearly still in the midst of a series of growth spurts given the rapid replacement of his clothing and his tendency to stumble over his own two feet. His short, neatly groomed hair is a vivid shade of red inherited from his mother along with blue eyes and a pasty, sunburns-in-a-second complexion that Ash finds most inconvenient. Although he tries to deny it, he's a bit of a vain individual and his usual choice of attire tends to reflect that, much to the sorrow of his parents' bank account. Given his druthers, Ash tends toward flattering, comfortable clothes that are comfortable enough to withstand library trawling and science experiments both, while still looking quite splendid. and then a little about yourself likes: languages, history, transfiguration, potions, science (especially chemistry and biology), big cats, sleeping in, cold weather dislikes: iced tea, divination, hot weather, wizard chess, idiots, monotony, idleness, boredom strengths: strong memory and rapid recall, high intelligence, quick reflexes, good conversationalist, fairly witty, mentally flexible, loyal weaknesses: impatient (mostly with people), easily bored, tactless, easily frustrated (mostly with people), impulsive, slow to forgive, a bit egocentric boggart: Falling and falling and never even going splat. erised: To be a scientist-wizard and discover new and wonderful potions and be loved and adored by all as is his due. Because science, dammit! overall personality: Ashwyn Maddox is probably not many individuals' favorite person. He isn't a bad sort, necessarily, but sometimes he is anything but endearing. He's a smart young man; intelligent in more ways than one and well able to make use of that intelligence; and doesn't he just know it. His ego might be annoying as hell to his peers but it is, generally, very well earned. When he finds something that interests him he's rather like a terrier with a rat about it, plundering whatever sources he can find to get all the relevant knowledge he can. It isn't all theoretical either. Whenever possible, Ash gets as hands-on as the laws of science, magic, or man will allow. (No, Ash, you cannot vivisect a blast ended screwt.) Although this sometimes wreaks havoc on his wardrobe, vanity takes a backseat to the wonders of SCIENCE and MAGIC! Moreover, Ash does not take the soft and cuddly approach with his fellow humans. Give him a large feline and you'll see a different side, but humans are too prone to wasting their perfectly good brains of Ash to pull any punches. He knows full well when to be tactful but is only inclined to be so with those who have proven to be worth the courtesy. He also pushes people's buttons when he feels they deserve it (generally after being especially idiotic in his presence). Unknowingly, he can also be horribly impulsive both in word and deed. This has lead to more than a few hard feelings and cracked crowns. Now, that isn't to say that he is a horrible, rotten, little shitehead (even though it might seem that way sometimes). When he wants to be, he's actually quite amiable, and isn't adverse to helping his Housemates out from time to time. On a really good day he might even walk an old lady across a street, but that might be a bit of a stretch. Still, for all his sharp-tongued, irritating, egocentric ways, Ashwyn pushes himself even harder than he pushes the rest of humanity. After all, he doesn't know everything yet and besides, idiots need a good example to follow. history your family and such parents: Dr. Irene Elizabeth Davis-Maddox; mother, age 39, muggle, chemistry professor Emery Balder Maddox; father, age 35, muggleborn wizard, writer for The Daily Prophet siblings: Anastasia Blythe Maddox; sister, age 12, muggle, student Joscelyne Enit Maddox; sister, age 12, half-blood, Hogwarts student pets: Isra; black smoke savannah cat, age 5 Ilta; black savannah cat, age 5 born: Aberdeen, Scotland overall history: First born of a muggle-born wizard and his muggle wife, Ash grew up much like any other muggle child with one big difference. His dad could do magic and worked for a magical newspaper. This was, of course, kept very hush hush outside the family but it made young Ashwyn very smug about the not so little secret once he was old enough to be privy to it. His family was special and friggin' amazing. Because magic, dammit! (And his mom's practically a genius so nyaaa to normal families.) When he was two his younger fraternal twin sisters came along, Anastasia and Joscelyne. Since they were rather close in age it was quite the handful for their poor parents, especially since both Ash and Joss were showing evidence of magic from very young ages. But there was nothing to be had for it. No child of Irene's was going to grow up without a proper education, magic be damned, and muggle-born himself, Emery quite agreed. So off they all went to nice normal muggle schooling. From rather early on it was clear that Ash had a passion for the same field as his mother: science. Needless to say, however, his plans to become a It took the Sorting Hat almost 5 minutes to sort Ashwyn, seemingly torn between Slytherin and Ravenclaw for the right house fit. Eventually Ravenclaw was decided upon, Ash's unquenchable thirst for knowledge in it's own right apparently slightly stronger than his overinflated ego and grand schemes. He fit in quite well in his House; smart, driven, and possibly a bit mad. If he didn't make great friends of his Housemates he didn't completely alienate them either. After all, they were using their brains for the most part and were therefore worth the time and effort it took to be amiable. With a knack for Potions and Transfiguration, Ash did pretty well for himself in the grades department across the board. Now in his fourth year, he's still doing well in his classes, still doing science-magic experiments that sometimes blow up messily, and still making a right arse of himself. He tries to keep an eye out for his little sister, at Hogwarts without her twin, but sometimes he's a better brother than others and he's always himself, which is often a handful in and of itself. now for the person behind the character alias: Aine age: 25 experience: 9+ years where'd you find us?: site hopping anything to add?: You hooked me, dammit! lastly the roleplay sample It was John’s second day in this forest; this weird, weird forest. He was used to forests. His home town was made of forest. Well, forest and mountain. Regardless, this was a forest unlike any he knew. It wasn’t so much the appearance; it had trees, shrubs, ferns, fungi, and the like. He heard birds and critters of some kind moving about but never saw anything more than the occasional songbird. But no, it wasn’t the surface appearance that was weird. It was the very make up. Some of the trees looked familiar. John recognized oak of some kind and spruce. But most of the vegetation was just completely alien while bearing enough similarity to the familiar to make it all very surreal. None of this bothered him, however. If he’d wanted familiar he would have parked his sorry ass back in the back end of nowhere, Virginia and waited to die or something equally exciting. That just wasn’t in his nature. He might not realize it, but John was a fighter. Or maybe it was that he was just too damn stubborn to know when to curl up and quit. Either way, the only thing left for him to do was to do something, and home… home didn’t have anything left. So here he was, wrapped in a tarp with his guitar case and two lumpy bags of stuff as pillows, wedged between a bush and a rather impressive tree trunk. With really impressive, knotty, infernally hard roots. The light rain that had driven him into such a sleeping place had ended some hours ago but John just wasn’t ready to move yet, lumpy bed or no. The morning forest smelled so wonderful, even if it wasn’t the exact set of morning forest scents he was accustom to. He shifted, running a hand over his eyes before opening them and staring up at the leaves. Before this little adventure, the last time he’d slept out under the trees he hadn’t been alone. It had been years, now. John winced as he accidentally bit the inside of his lip during his little trip down memory lane. “Well that does it,” he hissed and rose into a crouch, practically sitting in the bush as he shook out his tarp and worked it into a sort of cape to keep the rain off himself, but mostly his guitar if it started up again. He slung his belongs around his body before donning the makeshift cape and tied it with a bit of twine around his neck. All this made much more noise than he had intended, but seeing as he hadn’t seen a single person or animal bigger than his fist in the last day or so he wasn’t too worried about attracting trouble. So when he poked his head over the bush and looked around he was rather surprised to see a blond man aiming an arrow at him from the shelter of a tree. He raised his callused hands to show he was unarmed and pulled himself free of the tangled plant life. Twigs and leaves stuck in his messy brown hair but he didn’t even seem to notice. “Not looking for trouble,” he told the man calmly, southern Virginia accent muddled by so many years of traveling. “Can we do the whole meet and greet thing without the risk of an arrow in my eye socket?” [style=padding-right:5px; padding-left:9px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10; letter-spacing:0px; color:#fff;line-height:10px; text-align:center; border-left:0px dotted black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:0px; text-shadow: 0 0 0.2em #F87, 0 0 0.2em #F87;] Credit goes to MDIZZLE FO RIZZLE at Caution 2.0 |
