Post by STEFAN MILLAR on Feb 25, 2013 19:32:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood STEFAN CHRISTOPHER MILLAR [/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: Stef, Steffy, Millar... Whatever you call him, just don't forget his name. date of birth: 26/05/1980 age: 15 gender: Male sexual orientation: gay occupation: student bloodstatus: half blood financial status: middle class. year: 5th house: Ravenclaw wand: Apple wood, 13 ½ inches, Dragon heartstring. allegiance: Neutral canon: no Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5' 11" weight: 131lb hair: Dark and longish. Stef takes good care of his hair and it's one of his favourite features. eyes: greenish grey distinguishing features: Nothing in particular. Apart from his inhuman good looks, that is. intended face claim: Rory Torrens. overall: If you asked Stefan, he'd tell you that he is, without a doubt, the most beautiful person to ever exist. He's tall, dark and handsome, (his words, not mine!). He prides himself on his appearance, but he isn't overly obsessed with it; it wouldn't phase him to get dirty in any way, shape or form - so long as it's in the interests of having a good time, he's more than game. He likes darker colours, as evident in his sense of everyday dress and his love of music – The Weird Sisters, in particular – is made abundantly clear from his overall look. and then a little about yourself likes: music, junk food, himself, the smell of grass after the rain, sunny days, tea and books. dislikes: boring people, spiders, his father, intolerance, blackberries, bad hair days and potions. strengths: self-assured, loyal, witty, intelligent, talented, Empathetic and Trustworthy weaknesses: abrasive, arrogant, self absorbed, cocky, show off, insecure. boggart: Stefan Miller. Only, he’s hideously scarred, utterly alone and obviously penniless. He falls to the ground in front of the real Stefan Millar and looks up at the boy pleadingly. Stefan knows the look in his eyes – he’s pleading for death. erised: In the Mirror of Erised a clear picture is painted. It is a rock concert, a stadium, full of screaming fans, while Stefan stands on a stage, listening to people singing his words back to him with all the passion they were written, his arms outstretched, having fully conquered the world. overall personality: Stefan is a marmite sort of fellow. Love him or hate him, you certainly won’t forget him. He might go out of his way to make you remember him and if that ends with you hating his guts? Well, so be it. Just so long as you remember his name, Stefan won’t care. Narcissistic, fame obsessed, shallow, discourteous, impulsive, flirtatious, out of touch with the real world… All of these phrases might be used to describe our dear Stefan Miller. Most of them have been. Stefan is utterly convinced that he is the best thing that the planet has ever seen and the whole world owes him something. Good grades, adoring fans, a successful music career… Stefan wants it all. The idea that he has to work for it is, to him, absolutely ludicrous. Everything should just fall into his lap because, hello? He’s Stefan Miller. Born to be adored. The most infuriating thing about Stefan might be the fact that everything does seem to go right for him – his grades are around average, despite his lack of effort, he has a number of friends and he is irritatingly good looking. You mightn’t blame him for the last one if he didn’t know and thoroughly enjoy it. He assumes that everyone around him should do as he says simply by merit of being him. It wouldn’t be unlike him to demand, in fact, “Do you KNOW who I AM?!” Oh! Not to forget that he assumes everyone is secretly in love with him. However, all of this is bravado. Beneath his confident and extreme exterior, he is secretly very insecure. You would never guess, for example, that he adores muggle authors and is terrified of not making it in the music industry. That he writes his own music and worries that all of the people in his life do only like him for his extreme and cocky nature and would leave him the moment he mentioned “sitting down to study”. You would never guess that he’d desperately love his father’s approval, but knows he’ll never have it and so rebels against everything the man stands for in an attempt to get at least his attention, if not his love. You might, however, notice the small notebook that he never lets out of his hand. This notebook is his whole life. If someone were to get a hold of the notebook, well… The outcome would not be very pretty for anyone involved because that notebook is, in fact, Stefan’s diary – a thought book in which all of his fears and insecurities are documented as well as his thoughts on everyone he comes into contact with. His lyrics also make an appearance here and there. His guitar is never far from him, though this is a new addition. His brother bought it for him for his fourteenth birthday, with the knowledge that Stefan wanted to be a rock star. He named the guitar “Baby” and openly admits that the piece of wood means more to him than anyone living. What’s a rock star without a guitar anyway? history your family and such parents: James Millar - 37 - auror Eliza Millar - deceased. siblings: Nigel Millar - 19 - auror in training. pets: A spectacled owl named Harold. born: Lincolnshire. overall history: On the night Stefan Miller was born, his father cried bitterly. This was because on the night Stefan Miller was born, Eliza Miller died. His mother had been given a choice – get rid of the baby or die. She had opted to die, her life in return for Stefan’s. James will never forgive his youngest son for that. Stefan grew up, along with his older brother, Nigel, in relative affluence. His father was almost constantly at work on order to pay for the family in the wake of Eliza's death, so the two children wanted for nothing - save attention. The couple had been childhood sweethearts, having fallen in love during their school days, getting married straight out of school. Many had said they were crazy and that they hadn’t lived long enough to settle down, but the two were so madly in love with one another, they didn’t really care. James had always seemed to care more for Nigel than he did for Stefan, no matter how hard Stefan tried – nothing he ever did seemed to be good enough. His childhood was nothing more than a series of failed attempts to get his picture on the wall beside Nigel’s. James was always too busy to play with Stefan, to see his school plays, to teach him to ride a bike and tie his shoelaces, tomorrow was always too important to let Stefan sleep in his bed after his nightmares – Stefan had given up by the age of six. Luckily Nigel had always been there for him. Despite the small age gap of three years, Nigel had taken care of Stefan and taught him all the things that their own father had been to busy to. The three years between Nigel getting his letter and Stefan getting his had proved hell for the younger brother – he couldn’t wait to get to Hogwarts and away from the accusatory silence of his father. It was at Hogwarts that Stefan really came into himself – out from under the watchful eye of his father, he let loose, enoying everything around him and relishing every new experience that came his way. He continues to enjoy the company of his older brother and when he graduated, Stefan felt the loss acutely. He had lost his confidante and close friend for the second time in his life. This time, however, he didn’t plan to mope about it. He planned to enjoy every moment he could spend away from his father, getting into all sorts of trouble – though never getting caught, of course. Where would be the fun in that? now for the person behind the character alias: aisling age: 19 experience: 7 years. where'd you find us?: An ad on another site. anything to add?: ♥ lastly the roleplay sample Studying was so tiresome. Most of the time when he attempted it, Stefan gave up after half an hour because he had spent the previous twenty five minutes staring into the middle distance thinking about… Oh, nothing in particular. On occasion a stray thought might flutter across the forefront of his mind but it tended to disappear as quickly as it came, leaving him feeling dissatisfied. Eventually he gave up on attempting to catch those elusive thoughts and allowed his mind to wander aimlessly across the expanses of nothing, until something jolted him out of his catatonic state, leaving him to his own reprimands which lasted all of five minutes before he shrugged and decided to find some other form of excitement that might hold his attention for a time. It wasn’t that Stefan had a short attention span; he just couldn’t seem to focus on things he didn’t enjoy. If he were to sit down and write an essay on all the things that made him wonderful, he might sit there quite happily for days at a time and turn in 25 sheets of parchment (both sides) on the many things that made him magnificent in about as flowery a language as one could hope for. That was his tragedy. He didn’t tend to give it much thought, however, for obvious reasons. He made sure the stopper was in his ink bottle correctly – far too many times had he found himself the victim of ink related accidents that completely destroyed weeks of work in a matter of seconds – before shoving all of his belongings into his bag and getting to his feet, slinging the bag over his shoulder and heading out the library doors to the taste of freedom. He didn’t give himself much time to decide on a course, instead simply allowing his feet to carry him wherever they chose. What was the point in studying anyway? He attempted to justify giving up so swiftly. What he didn’t know, he didn’t know. If he found a class interesting, surely he was bound to do well in it anyway without going to the bother of learning all the small details that examiners seemed to think mattered? It was a rotten system, the whole thing. So he told himself anyway. [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 |
