Post by Vanour Xaniv on Jul 15, 2009 18:39:38 GMT -5
VANOUR ZELUS XANIV.
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oh, hai there ! i'm Sakaha and i'm 14 years old. i'm a female, and i've been roleplay for more then 4 years. i also play Sarah Zachery/Veela, 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 Wizard
IF ANIMAGUS, WHAT FORM? all white with black ears Bunny
HOUSE/PROFESSION order member
FULL NAMEVanour Zelus Xaniv
NICKNAMESVan, nivie, or vanny
AGE 17 march 3
GENDER male
ETHNICITY russian, french, and a small amount of japanese
RESIDENCE in hiding with the order moving all the time
SEXUALITY none but he looks at guys
STATUS single and would like to stay that way
PLAYED BYKanata Hongô
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WE LIVED OUR LIVES IN OUR PARADISE
[/FONT]AS GODS WE SHAPED THE WORLD AROUND[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
- silence
- writing
- being alone
- vegitables
- baggy covering outfits
- night
- rain
- muggle stuff
- tennis
- fruit
CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES
- voldemort
- people
- meat
- bad smells
- his past
- vampires
- loud noises
- crouded places
- being touched
- sun
GOALS
- kill voldemort
- kill all vampires
- kill all of voldemorts helpers
- after all die
FEARS
- his past
- being touched (skin on skin)
SECRETS
- he does want to be loved
- all of his past life
WEAKNESSES
- loud noises
- good smells
- being touched
STRENGHTS
- blending in the shadows
- muggle use of combat (guns, sword, hand to hand)
- great hearing, seeing, and smell
BEST MEMORY
Mom and dad took me to the park leaving my sister with the day care. It was a great day cool and only slightly wet. They presented me with a tennis racet. We spent all day just throughing the ball and hitting. I was a natural at it, my mom said. We spent all day till late noon just playing tennis. I was even better then mom and dad, but what dou i expect i was good at almost everything.
WORST MEMORY
I had just finished my tennis practice for the day. It was summer so dumstring was out and i could relax. I came home yelling to my parents,
"Mom, Dad, Chavat! im home!" I heard a grunt from the living room. There was my parents and sister but they were not like always. All i could do was scream till i was grabed and gaged.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ withdrawn~ Vanour even in a small cround stays to himself never letting anyone close
▪ Dependable~ if Vanour says he will do something he will, no matter what.
▪ Untalkative~ Vanour only talks when needs to and even then they all quick and short
▪ Secretive~ keeps his personal life away from others and doesnt tell anyone about himself
▪ Focused~ when you tell vanour to do something nothing, not even feeling or others, get into his mind
▪ Cold~ when he talks if little it is in a sharp cold voise that is usealy not something nice or thoughtfull
WANDvine, wood dragons claw ,6'1
PATRONUS Fish( koi)
BOGGART him being raped
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OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT, OUR FUTURE HAS DIED
[/FONT]THERE’S NO MORE ESCAPE[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]
CURRENT RESIDENCE londan
MOTHER'S NAME clour de rouma
MOTHER'S OCCUPATIONdead
FATHER'S NAME yaxmi Xaniv
FATHER'S OCCUPATION dead
SIBLINGS Chavat, 5, dead
OVERALL HISTORY
Vanour was a kind cute child. Living in russia with his family he was the greatest kid a family could ask for, well other that he was gay. He had the love of his life, a boy who was older then him, and a great future. Many liked him and he was good at alot of things. At school he got good greats and was someone who helped and people looked up to. When he was young he wanted to be a tennis player as well as a potions master, But that was all before voldemort took over.
His parents never liked voldemort and to tell you the truth he didnt care much for him ether. It was a great day. It had rained this morning so everything was cool and smell nice. It was all normal. He left home eary morning to play tennis in the park. Comming home when he as tired and done for the dad he opened the door of there home cheerfully. There as voldemort and his closest followers. His dad was dead by avarda kadarva aready when he got there and his mom was beaten and torchered. His sister was beated and raped. Screaming he was caught by the deatheaters and gaged.
Before his eyes his mom was killed and sister took away but he was not left unharmed himself. Beatened and raped by many he was left to die. He had then after turning up alive, much to his hate, he left what was left of his home only brining what was unharmed, his racket. He had found the order by luck and started to do what his life had handed him, hate and wishing for voldemort to die.He killed anyone who was with voldemort and became a killers but deep, deeeeeep, in him was a scared child wanting love but that part of him was locked bolted and dead to him.
He had changed then, he was cold, distant, and eveything differant ftom what he was. He joined the order, though is still more of a lone worker but gives information. He has to drink everynight till he passes out to sleep, for the potions dont work well anymore. He gets in fights and hardly does anything uless he has to or if it is related to voldemort work.[/SIZE][/FONT][/ul][/COLOR]
WE TRIED TO HIDE WHAT WE FEARED INSIDE
[/FONT]TODAY IS THE END OF TOMORROW [/FONT][/COLOR]
Vanour was more then mad, he was deady. After the spell wore of he growled and glared at the order members. He stomped off to his room readying himself for a shower. He sheded his four layers of outfits. Scrubbing himself red he thought of what had made him this way, mad. A order member was talklking to him, and he was trying to ignore her, about something unimportent. When he forgot about her compleatly she touched him on the head. He growled at her and had his want in hand ready to cast the most deadly spell he knew when he was frozen by the other order members. Flashes of THAT time went before his eyes as he glared at the order. Blocking out those thoughes he left the shower. Putting on his pjs, a shirt under a hoodie and the thickest pants he had. Taking a sleepless potion he had made last week he fell asleep cluching his wand under his pillow. When he woke, way before dawn like always he dressed fully and changed the spells on his room. He grabed himself an apple and began to eat. After that and the sun came up he left the house ready to seach for any news. He pulled his hood over his head. He knew no one would look for him till it was dark. After no luck in looking for anything new he stoped by hogs head and drank away the night till he was numb and left to go back to the order to see if they found anything. It had been a low slow week so he aready knew there was no news.
P.S. I read the rules, and I say, "LEMONDROP!"[/font]
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