Post by Bastion Davis on Jul 9, 2009 1:08:29 GMT -5
ALEXANDER BASTION DAVIS.
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oh, hai there ! i'm Anna and i'm 13 years old. i'm a girl, bitches, and i've been roleplay for 2-3 years. i also play Torii, Suri, and Sicily, so you might know me from them. there, i told you. now, onto my character![/FONT][/COLOR]
NOW THE DAY HAS COME[/FONT]
WE ARE FORSAKEN THIS TIME[/FONT][/center]
YOU ARE Werewolf/wizards, foo.
IF ANIMAGUS, WHAT FORM? N/A
HOUSE/PROFESSION Order
FULL NAME Alexander Bastion Davis
NICKNAMES
AGE 24, January 1st
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY English, some Irish heritage
RESIDENCE St. Mungo's
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
STATUS single, foo'
PLAYED BY Chris Trousdale [/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]
WE LIVED OUR LIVES IN OUR PARADISE
[/FONT]AS GODS WE SHAPED THE WORLD AROUND[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
- Soccer
- Women
- Food
- Firewhiskey
- Weird combinations(food, clothing, etc.)
- Being around people
- Goofing off
- Hexing people who get on his nerves
- Music
- Denim
- Watches
- Shiny Stuff
BASTION DISLIKES same as likes.
- Voldemort
- Desmodus
- Vampires in general
- Death Eaters
- Werewolves
- Full Moons
- Uppity Women
- Being Hexed
- Fighting
- Kids who think they know everything
- Drunk People
- Crazies
- Muggles
GOALS at least four.
- To escape his Death Eater reputation
- To keep his werewolfism a secret from as many people as possible
- To get a date, the poor desperate man
- To win the war
FEARS at least two.
- Killing people he's close to
- Evie
SECRETS at least two.
- Being a werewolf
- Was once a Death Eater
WEAKNESSES at least three.
- Werewolfism
- Food
- Zero Humility
STRENGHTS at least three.
- Werewolfism
- Hexes
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Dueling
BEST MEMORY Fingers brushed each taut string, lyrics mixing with the chords as I strummed on the guitar, my voice fading from the roars of the crowd...
WORST MEMORY The ivory curse was revealed from its cloudy blanket. The first sensation was pain, followed by an excruciating hunger...for people...
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ FUN-LOVING From eating to talking, the guy's gonna have a good time and crack everyone up.
▪ GIFTED He can belt a tune a strum a guitar with the best of them.
▪ SHY Despite his brash traits, he's really shy in public, especially around girls.
▪ STUBBORN He does not listen, even when he know without a doubt that he is wrong.
▪ INDEPENDENT He has never relied on anyone, nor does he need to.
▪ MELANCHOLY His life has brought with it a great deal of sadness that often causes lapses of thought and staring off into space.
WAND 12", unicorn hair, cedar
PATRONUS Wolf
BOGGART His Mother
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OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT, OUR FUTURE HAS DIED
[/FONT]THERE’S NO MORE ESCAPE[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
CURRENT RESIDENCE St. Mungo's, England
MOTHER'S NAME Tricia Davis
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Apothecary Clerk in Knockturn Alley
FATHER'S NAME Clinton Davis
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Unknown
SIBLINGS Alleria Davis
OVERALL HISTORY Bastion's life is a rollar coaster ride in its extremes--ups, downs, flips, loop-the-loops, the whole nine yards. Tricia Lawrence married a muggle, Clinton Davis who was under the influence of a love potion. This was trouble from the start. A short time after they were married, Tricia birthed a baby boy, which she named Alexander Bastion, quite an unusual name for someone in America. But it was unique and it suited the young man he would grow up to be. After Bastion was born, Tricia stopped using the love potion on her husband. You'd think he would react like Riddle Sr. But he didn't. He stayed only to help raise the son he never really wanted. But shortly after, things changed when Alleria was born. This was unplanned and the result was not pleasant. Clinton stormed out in a fury, never to be seen again, leaving a wife, a nine-year-old-son, and a newborn daughter.
The next year, Bastion would move with his mother and sister to England to spend the rest of their life. The year following, the boy would receive his letter to Hogwarts.
Bastion's first year was like that of any other. His excitement and fear of being at the famed school was no novelty but being sorted into Slytherin was. His mother and all of his other relatives had been sorted into other houses, never Slytherin. And how could a half-blood be sorted into a House that only Purebloods dominated? It was because of his father, the muggle that abandoned him. Seething hatred for the man burned in Bastion's heart, and he swore revenge. His heart became twisted, and he was only in his first year. Sad. And soon, he adopted the qualities Slytherins were known for, a cunning, clever attitude, a sly behavior, and an aloof air. So how did this child become what he is now. Read on, read on.
Bastion's second and third year proved to be trying times for him. His hatred for his father deepened as did his rapidly darkening personality. He began to aspire working for the Dark Lord, and for a boy that never knew of Voldemort until he was sorted into Slytherin and for such a young age, his attitude was shocking, even to some of his fellow students, who knew that he was Half-Blood.
During his fourth year, the fourteen-year-old's life changed for the worst. After being punished for nearly hexing a first year to death, he was sent to the Forbidden Forest to feed a new family of unicorns. But he didn't know that he had company. Or that the moon was full. And the next thing he knew, he was writhing in pain on the ground next to the enclosure, gripping the bleeding hole where a chunk of his neck had been torn away. He woke up in the hospital to hushed voices talking...about him! "He'll never be the same. I recognize it...werewolf bite...scarred for life..." How was he supposed to take that? He was young, fairly handsome, and had a bright future ahead of him. And now he was cursed to be a werewolf? It was nightmare becoming reality. He tried to stand up, but the slightest twitch sent a wave of nausea rolling over him and he passed out again.
For the remaining three years of his school life, Bastion was home-schooled by his mother. Even his sister remained home, and though she showed disdain toward her brother's sour personality, she was sensitive to his now-fragile condition. His mother, though she didn't openly say it, felt that her son's life was over. But Bastion discovered a new talent in his years at home. He had a love and talent for music. His singing voice was honey-sweet and he could play his guitar by ear. Despite his slightly mangled, tired appearance, he had talent. He often performed on street corners, where passersby would throw him loose change. But he didn't care for the money. All that mattered to him was the music. It was one of the few things that brought him joy since his horrific fourth year.
Some months later, locked in his room, chained to his bed, Bastion waited for the full moon to pass. He was so close, he almost made it to sunrise...and his sister sleep-walked into the room. Now, how in the world does this just happen? It's way to coincidental. But it did happen. And before the teenager could stop himself, he hurled himself onto his sister, snapping the chain like a twig, and knocking the girl out just by the force of his tackle. Within seconds she was dead, and the details are too gory to mention. Hearing the commotion, his mother hurried upstairs to find her daughter dead and her son covered in blood. Before he could attack her, she cast a shield charm followed by a blasting charm that separated Bastion's entire room from the house. He had no one left anymore. So he packed up everything he owned and set out for the Dark Lord.
Most of the details of Bastion's life as a Death Eater are hazy and secret, mainly because hardly anyone that knows he was one. But one thing will forever remain scarred in his mind. A certain snooty blonde vampiress who gave him a hard time and tried to kill him on more than one occasion, more like six or seven. This and the news that his father had been killed in America led to his abandonment of the Death Eater ranks, causing an uproar and quite a hefty sum on his head if he was found and killed. Thus, he turned to the only people who could prevent that: the Order of the Phoenix. And while the his reasons for joining remain secret, he was welcomed with open arms. And just like when he was sorted into Slytherin House, his personality was slowly manipulated into what it is now. And that is the tragic, unfortunate past of a young man who just happened to be in the Forbidden Forest at the wrong time.[/SIZE][/FONT][/ul][/COLOR]
WE TRIED TO HIDE WHAT WE FEARED INSIDE
[/FONT]TODAY IS THE END OF TOMORROW [/FONT][/COLOR]
Bite me.
P.S. I read the rules, and I say, "Foo'!"[/font]
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