Post by BLAISE BERKO ZABINI on Feb 15, 2013 14:52:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood BLAISE BERKO ZABINI [/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: Just Zabini, thank you. Or Blaise if you're one of his closer friends. date of birth: November 3rd, 1979 age: 16 gender:Male sexual orientation: Bisexual. occupation: Hogwarts Student bloodstatus: Pureblood financial status: Vastly wealthy year: Fifth house: Slytherin wand: Cedar, Dragon Heartstring, 12 and ¾ inches, rigid. allegiance: vaguely neutral with a leaning towards the Death Eaters canon: yes Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5' 10 weight: 149lb hair: Dark and cut short – Blaise isn't a particularly high maintenance kind of guy and finds that's the easiest way to make sure he doesn't have to spend hours preening in front of a mirror like a girl or something. eyes: Dark brown. Blaise's eyes can burn into someone and there's an intensity within him that's fairly obvious when he stares at you – few people get that particular privilege. Almost no one is good enough. distinguishing features: A quiet, confident attitude that's both intimidating and intriguing at the same time. intended face claim: Louis Cordice overall: Blaise is an intimidating presence in any room – added to, certainly by both his height and statuesque frame. He's a well built young man, for which he can thank quidditch for the most part and he's definitely tall for his age. He rarely smiles and when he does, it's either mocking or else because he's in the presence of people who he actually trusts - and those people are few and far between. He has great cheekbone definition and a strong jaw. He's exceedingly comfortable in his own skin and is undoubtedly arrogant when it comes to his own good looks. and then a little about yourself likes: Blaise enjoys playing quidditch because it comes with a sense of freedom that he just adores. He's not openly competitive or violent off the pitch, but the field is where he really comes into his own. He's a fairly good strategist and while some of his plays could be seen as bordering on unlawful, those only come out when the situation is truly diabolical – not very often, he'd like me to add because when it comes to quidditch, Blaise is fairly confident in his own abilities. Potions is Blaise's favourite class. It's quiet and requires delicate handling – two things that Blaise excels at. There's (almost) nothing he likes more than spending hours in the dungeon, adding ingredient after ingredient to a cauldron. Few things give him greater satisfaction than a correctly brewed potion. He finds he can just get lost in the intricacies of brewing, no matter what's going on in his mind, the moment he starts cutting, crushing or adding ingredients, he's somewhere else entirely. Blaise loves chocolate. He's very particular about it, though – only the best and most expensive will do. He can savour a small bar of chocolate for anything up to an hour. While others tend to guzzle it, Blaise thinks the pleasure is too good to be rushed and ought to be agonisingly drawn out for as long as possible. Loath as he is to admit it, Blaise is fond of Wizard's Chess. He likes exercising his mind and having control over a small army – even if it isn't particularly real. While Blaise has no real blood lust, he does enjoy having power over others in any situation and wizard's chess is a good way for him to get that out of his system whilst also honing his tactical skills. Card games like poker, in which he can read his opponent are also favoured, though he doesn't like gambling. Being better than you. Because he probably is, you know. Unless you're in Slytherin, of course; then you might be an equal. Blaise is proud of being in Slytherin, of his wealth (however it happened to be acquired), his position in society and his good looks. He has everything he darn well wants and he isn't afraid to let you know it. dislikes: Muggle-borns, Blood traitors, Half-bloods. Yep, he really is that sort of Slytherin. He's been brought up to think of himself as better than more or less everyone and those types? Well, he wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. Honestly, they shouldn't even be allowed to attend the same school as people like him. Gryffindors. They're so boring and unimaginative. Blaise hates their headstrong natures and their obsession with equality; wizards weren't born equal, so why should they be treated as such? On top of that, in a war of wits, Blaise finds Gryffindors to be well and truly unarmed. Luckily, he doesn't have to spend much time with them, which suits him perfectly. They're irritating do-gooder attitude is something that he could really do with less of. Sweetcorn. It is Blaise's firm belief that sweetcorn should be made illegal. Who on earth ever thought that eating that stuff was a good idea? Blaise finds it thoroughly repulsive and refuses to eat anything that it's contaminated with it's sickly Hufflepuff yellow sickly sweetness. Blaise dislikes overly friendly people – they tend to be Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors for the most part. While he attempts to be as offputting as he can, sometimes those irritating people just don't know how to take a hint and he has absolutely no reservations in cutting them down to size – while many would describe him as quiet, he can be exceedingly vicious and won't hesitate to break someone's spirit with a few well placed words – when they deserve it, of course. His mother's repeated marriages. She's yet to find one that he's actually happy with, not that Blaise particularly minds. They meet their ends soon enough. Though sometimes soon enough just isn't quite soon enough. strengths: Loyal (yes, really), Cunning, Manipulative, Witty and Patient. weaknesses: Arrogant, Greedy, Ruthless, Dogmatical and Self-absorbed. boggart: His mother dying or being unable to protect her and some of his closest friends. erised: A high ranking Ministry position and all the influence one could dream of. overall personality: Blaise is a tricky person to peg. While initially he might come off as cold and distant, once he accepts you as a friend, he will do just about anything for you – provided it doesn't end up landing him in a difficult position, of course. He's caring, though he masks this well with a wall of silence which is often hard to penetrate – he enjoys being in the background mostly, observing. And boy, does he observe. No matter how well someone might think they're hiding something, Blaise is likely to notice it, however trivial. He doesn't particularly care about what a lot of people want to hide as he's not exceedingly bothered by gossip, but when it comes to his own friends and he is genuinely worried, he will do his utmost to get them to talk. He has a reputation as being the dark, brooding type, something which suits him perfectly well – that's what he is, really. That doesn't mean he doesn't have fun, however. One of his favourite past times is besting someone in some way, even if they don't know he's done it – the satisfaction he gets is enough. With his closer friends, Blaise isn't as quiet as he is in front of other people. His guards come down somewhat and he can engage with them. Those people really ought to feel some kind of privilege, as there aren't many who can get Blaise to talk at length about... Well, much of anything, really. history your family and such parents: Sofia Maria Zabini (37), Berko Zabini (deceased) siblings: None. pets: African Barred Owlet born: November 3rd, 1979 overall history: Sofia Maria gave birth to her first and only child on a stormy night in November in a large house in the middle of the English countryside. During the child birth she had cried and screamed and called her husband every single name under the son for having done this to her. As she lay exhausted on the bed, cradling her baby boy with a look of tenderness in her eyes and a feeling of love in her heart some time later however, she decided that perhaps Berko wasn't all of those things she called him. After all, how could someone who was like that produce something like this? The infant's parents had met 3 years previously when Sofia Maria had been in London on a visit to her aunt and uncle from Paris – her aunt had introduced her to a young man who would form a rather spectacular crush on her and who determined in the moment that their eyes met as he lay a kiss on her hand, that he would marry this woman. At first, like any respectable young witch might, Sofia spurned Berko's advances. Of course, he was well enough off and he seemed exceptionally keen, but the hand of a Beauchene was not so easily gained. She eventually gave in, however, both from flattery and a growing admiration for the handsome young auror, and with the relative difficulty of securing Monsieur Beauchene's consent, the two were married on a balmy evening in the Bahamas under the light of the moon with a Spanish guitar playing in the background. The familial bliss that followed was not to last, however. When Berko died in the line of duty, Sofia Maria became a shadow of the loving wife and mother that she had been. It was her strong belief that Berko had been targeted because the Ministry did not trust him – they feared his association with her family who were renowned in high society, not only for their stunning beauty, but for their meddling in the Dark Arts. Sofia had avoided all of that since her move to England, and while friends and family members attempted to convince her of the insanity of her conviction, it fell upon deaf ears. The only person she still showed any amount of affection to was Berko's now five year old son, on whom she lavished affection. When she announced her engagement to Herbert Baker six months after her husband's death, however, no one was more surprised and betrayed than the boy. When he asked her why she had gotten over his father so easily, he was given a bitter smile and a dry, lipstick tainted kiss on the cheek with the promise that the woman would never, ever get over Blaise's father. Five husbands later, Blaise was beginning to understand that promise. The boy's time at school has thus far been a quiet affair; he achieves fair grades, enjoys a rich social life and all the perks that go with being the well off son of a well respected woman – in England, Sofia found, the Dark Arts went hand in hand with wealth. now for the person behind the character alias: Aisling age: 19 experience: Oh, a good... Seven yearsish? where'd you find us?: An ad on another site I'm on. anything to add?: I ♥ this place already! lastly the roleplay sample Blaise was sprawled out on a sofa in the Common Room, staring pensively into the crackling embers of the fire in the grate. His face rested in his left hand and the glow of the fire made his eyes seem like they were shining. People from other Houses, he knew, thought the Slytherin Common Room was cold and creepy. To him, however, it was the homeliest place in the Castle. He couldn't imagine being this comfortable in any other Common Room, that he was sure of. He sighed, thinking back to the letter he had received from his mother earlier that day, announcing her eighth engagement. Honestly, by this stage, anyone stupid enough to marry his mother deserved whatever was coming to them. Not that Blaise honestly knew anything about what happened to the men his mother happened to marry. He just had his suspicions, like everyone else in the wizarding world. He tried to convince himself it was none of his business, of course. Sofia was her own woman and she would not take kindly to Blaise's interference, but the young man simply couldn't seem to help it. He didn't understand why she insisted on continuing when it was pure dumb luck that she had escaped detection before now – people were starting to suspect and Blaise could not allow his mother's complacence to cost her her freedom. Azkaban was no place for a woman of her standing and Blaise refused to let her throw away what life she had left. The Slytherin sat back, crossing one leg over the other as he continued in his contemplation, his eyes never leaving the fire. A sudden, unbidden and unwelcome thought crossed his mind; the kind that one wishes they could forget as soon as it occurs, but knows that it would be quite impossible as the urgency brought with the thought is so intense that putting it off would only do more damage. He wasn't entirely sure that he'd finished his Charms homework. He pushed himself forward, up off the sofa to make his way up the stairs to the dormitory, putting thoughts about his mother's latest dalliance aside until later. For now, the pressing matter was the intricacies of charming teacups to grow legs, not wizards into fatal marriages. [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 |
