Post by Thomas Bertrand Angelo on Nov 12, 2007 22:59:46 GMT -5
Character Name: Thomas Betrand Angelo
Character Age: 17
Wand: 12 inches oak wood and dragon heart string
Pet (if any): A frong named Jean-Phillipe
Family History (Go into detail, if possible): He comes from a rather wealthy family who have all attended Beauxbatons and have become head of their classes. Thomas has failed his family history in the fact that he has done very poorly in the school, and has been sent to various school and now Hogwarts in his final year so that he may be able to graduate in a setting that he does not find so 'difficult'. HIs family is also a major part of the schooling board in france and are hoping that by giving him the responsibilty of being the Beauxbaton 'diplomat' for possibly another triwizard tournament he may step up to the plate and actually listen to what his teachers say.
Physical Description: Tall and athletic, he is slightly lean, and very well porportioned. Thomas has dirty blond hair, that is slightly wavy when long and seems to style perfectly no matter what he does to it. His skin seems always slightly tanned, his eyes are a clear blue much like the sky on a bright summur's day. He is very clean and seems to loath dirt. His clothes seem always freshly washed and hang about him in such a way so no matter what he is wearing he always looks comfortable.
Personality Description: (Go into detail, if possible): Thomas has an intense dislike for everything dull and boring. He tries only do do 'challenging' things, these usually include puzzles or riddles. He has an air of superioruty about him probably because he grew up spoilt and with everyone telling him of how 'bright and gifted' he was. During most of his schooling people have always talked down to him and made snide remarks about his intellengence, due to his low grades, and so he is annoyed by anyone who doesnt understand what he's talking about because he feels like they are 'patranizing' him. He has a firm belief that he is one of the most talented wizards in history, which could very well be, except that he never cares enough to try hone his skills and find out.
Strengths: Thomas is a apt spell caster who has talent in divination and charms. He is very sharp and loves puzzles and riddles.
Weaknesses: Thomas is rather arrogant, and because he has been called 'bright' by all of his professors, he finds school unnessary and boring. He fails most of his exams not becuase he doesnt understand the material, but becuase he finds it to simple to bother learning, and thus never learns it. He also has an aversion to getting dirty and overexerting himself as sweating just isnt his thing.
If given the opportunity - would you take part in a Quidditch team, a Book Club, a Potions group or an Afternoon Tea party?
Probably potions, at least something will happen then.
If you found a wandering Kneazle, what would you do? Probably leave it alone; they shed.
What House would you like to be placed in (This is to be taken into consideration, though the Hat will ultimately make the final decision)? Slytherine seems to be a good place, but ravenclaw is for the smart kids, so we all know where I should be.
Why would you like to be in this student group and not the others? Because I am exceptionally smart. Unless I am around others who have at least half my intelligence I get annoyed.
Please give us an example RP:
Thomas walked down the hall. It echoed as his freshly polsihed boots (he'd have to kick the house elf later for taking so long) click on the marble floor. He made his way to his father's study and dreaded the talk; they both knew what was going to be said, why did he even bother going?
Not bothering to knock he walked in and immediatly lounged on the couch, looking at his father with bored disdain.
"You called for me, Father?" he asked absently checking his nails.
His father put aside his papers and frown in his deep scowling way. How Thomas LOATHED his scowl. It was as if his father thought that by twisting his face into something ugly Thomas would do something right. The fool.
"Thomas Betrand," he began and thomas' eyes began to glaze, "Your professors are saddend by your lack of effort. If you ever want to become an alchemist..."
"Father please," he said sitting up," you want me to become an alchemist, I coulnt care less what you want. Can I go now, Marie is probably missing me..." he smiled and for once seemed intrested in something.
His father scowled again.
"Your conduct is unexusable. They have been threatening to expell you if you dont apply yourself-"
"Yes yes I know, what a shame, a dishonor to the family name..."
HIs father stood up and his face went redish purple. Ah, now things are getting fun, he thought to himself.
"Mon dieu! You dont realize the strings I pulled to make sure your exams came back with top marks! You should be grateful! You poor mother is a wreck, absolutly terrified that we will become a laughing stock at the clubs!"
Thomas' head lolled back and he studided the pattern on the ceiling with feined intrested.
"What about little Sylvie? I hear she's making herself into a regular Angelo prodogy. Top marks in everything, Captin of the quidditch team, and part of everyclub they can create. Cant you just be proud of her and leave me alone?"
His father settled abck in his chair and smoothed his finely manicured beard.
"She does it to make up from your miserable example." He sighed heavily.
"Beauxbaton will not except you this year." He let the statement hang in the air. "Did you hear me? The school will not have you back!"
"And your point is?" Thomas asked lifting his head up.
"It means you are going to Hogwarts."
Thomas sat up. "Quoi? Non. Non. Je ne veux pas!"
His father shook his head and waved his hand.
"Durmstrang wont take you back either. And we can't send you to an Itallian school for obvious reasons..."
His father stood up looking fatter and older than normal.
"Here is the letter. Read it when you can find time to pry yourself away from your women. You'll be leaving in 3 weeks time."
Thomas snatched the blank envelope away from his fathers outstrechted hand and storm out leaving the door open behind him. A young maid surried back quickly avoid the the doors.
She must have been listening.
"You're fired!" he screamed at her as he stormed past.
She gasped and didnt moved looking hurt.
What was her name, Amelia, Joel? He couldn't remember. They all felt the same in bed. She would probably cry her heart out tonight at her mother's house and tell the world how he had fired her because he mad at being sent away. For some reason he felt his lips curl into a malicious smile.
Character Age: 17
Wand: 12 inches oak wood and dragon heart string
Pet (if any): A frong named Jean-Phillipe
Family History (Go into detail, if possible): He comes from a rather wealthy family who have all attended Beauxbatons and have become head of their classes. Thomas has failed his family history in the fact that he has done very poorly in the school, and has been sent to various school and now Hogwarts in his final year so that he may be able to graduate in a setting that he does not find so 'difficult'. HIs family is also a major part of the schooling board in france and are hoping that by giving him the responsibilty of being the Beauxbaton 'diplomat' for possibly another triwizard tournament he may step up to the plate and actually listen to what his teachers say.
Physical Description: Tall and athletic, he is slightly lean, and very well porportioned. Thomas has dirty blond hair, that is slightly wavy when long and seems to style perfectly no matter what he does to it. His skin seems always slightly tanned, his eyes are a clear blue much like the sky on a bright summur's day. He is very clean and seems to loath dirt. His clothes seem always freshly washed and hang about him in such a way so no matter what he is wearing he always looks comfortable.
Personality Description: (Go into detail, if possible): Thomas has an intense dislike for everything dull and boring. He tries only do do 'challenging' things, these usually include puzzles or riddles. He has an air of superioruty about him probably because he grew up spoilt and with everyone telling him of how 'bright and gifted' he was. During most of his schooling people have always talked down to him and made snide remarks about his intellengence, due to his low grades, and so he is annoyed by anyone who doesnt understand what he's talking about because he feels like they are 'patranizing' him. He has a firm belief that he is one of the most talented wizards in history, which could very well be, except that he never cares enough to try hone his skills and find out.
Strengths: Thomas is a apt spell caster who has talent in divination and charms. He is very sharp and loves puzzles and riddles.
Weaknesses: Thomas is rather arrogant, and because he has been called 'bright' by all of his professors, he finds school unnessary and boring. He fails most of his exams not becuase he doesnt understand the material, but becuase he finds it to simple to bother learning, and thus never learns it. He also has an aversion to getting dirty and overexerting himself as sweating just isnt his thing.
If given the opportunity - would you take part in a Quidditch team, a Book Club, a Potions group or an Afternoon Tea party?
Probably potions, at least something will happen then.
If you found a wandering Kneazle, what would you do? Probably leave it alone; they shed.
What House would you like to be placed in (This is to be taken into consideration, though the Hat will ultimately make the final decision)? Slytherine seems to be a good place, but ravenclaw is for the smart kids, so we all know where I should be.
Why would you like to be in this student group and not the others? Because I am exceptionally smart. Unless I am around others who have at least half my intelligence I get annoyed.
Please give us an example RP:
Thomas walked down the hall. It echoed as his freshly polsihed boots (he'd have to kick the house elf later for taking so long) click on the marble floor. He made his way to his father's study and dreaded the talk; they both knew what was going to be said, why did he even bother going?
Not bothering to knock he walked in and immediatly lounged on the couch, looking at his father with bored disdain.
"You called for me, Father?" he asked absently checking his nails.
His father put aside his papers and frown in his deep scowling way. How Thomas LOATHED his scowl. It was as if his father thought that by twisting his face into something ugly Thomas would do something right. The fool.
"Thomas Betrand," he began and thomas' eyes began to glaze, "Your professors are saddend by your lack of effort. If you ever want to become an alchemist..."
"Father please," he said sitting up," you want me to become an alchemist, I coulnt care less what you want. Can I go now, Marie is probably missing me..." he smiled and for once seemed intrested in something.
His father scowled again.
"Your conduct is unexusable. They have been threatening to expell you if you dont apply yourself-"
"Yes yes I know, what a shame, a dishonor to the family name..."
HIs father stood up and his face went redish purple. Ah, now things are getting fun, he thought to himself.
"Mon dieu! You dont realize the strings I pulled to make sure your exams came back with top marks! You should be grateful! You poor mother is a wreck, absolutly terrified that we will become a laughing stock at the clubs!"
Thomas' head lolled back and he studided the pattern on the ceiling with feined intrested.
"What about little Sylvie? I hear she's making herself into a regular Angelo prodogy. Top marks in everything, Captin of the quidditch team, and part of everyclub they can create. Cant you just be proud of her and leave me alone?"
His father settled abck in his chair and smoothed his finely manicured beard.
"She does it to make up from your miserable example." He sighed heavily.
"Beauxbaton will not except you this year." He let the statement hang in the air. "Did you hear me? The school will not have you back!"
"And your point is?" Thomas asked lifting his head up.
"It means you are going to Hogwarts."
Thomas sat up. "Quoi? Non. Non. Je ne veux pas!"
His father shook his head and waved his hand.
"Durmstrang wont take you back either. And we can't send you to an Itallian school for obvious reasons..."
His father stood up looking fatter and older than normal.
"Here is the letter. Read it when you can find time to pry yourself away from your women. You'll be leaving in 3 weeks time."
Thomas snatched the blank envelope away from his fathers outstrechted hand and storm out leaving the door open behind him. A young maid surried back quickly avoid the the doors.
She must have been listening.
"You're fired!" he screamed at her as he stormed past.
She gasped and didnt moved looking hurt.
What was her name, Amelia, Joel? He couldn't remember. They all felt the same in bed. She would probably cry her heart out tonight at her mother's house and tell the world how he had fired her because he mad at being sent away. For some reason he felt his lips curl into a malicious smile.
