Post by ATTICUS CASTIEL PARKER on Apr 8, 2010 21:44:19 GMT -5
ATTICUS CASTIEL PARKER.
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[/size][/center]hello! i am rilo and i am sorta legal and stuff years old. i am boarding the male train, and i have been role playing for over eight years. also, i play n/a. if you want to contact me, reach me at sydneyrain@hotmail.com. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : atticus castiel parker
NICKNAMES : atti or cass, though neither is wise.
AGE : 26 january fourth 1953
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : scottish with just a hint of irish
RELIGION : agnostic.
SEXUALITY : hetero
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : wizard.
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood
PLAY-BY : mat gordon.
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : a rather large and brawny panther
MIRROR OF ERISED : he sees himself with a large assortment of awards and dedications; a wave of people at his feet, swooning over his "awesomeness".
AMORTENTIA : cinnamon, ocean water, and fresh soil.
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
ATTICUS'S DISLIKES :
- & the sound of someone grinding their teeth
& muddy dogs jumping on him
& the smell of manure
& black licorice
& hippies
& ignorant people
& idiots
& working for the daily prophet
& his boss
& the fat secretary that constantly takes the last vanilla pudding in the cafeteria
ATTICUS'S LIKES :
- & seafood
& cinnamon rolls
& girls
& expensive watches(wristwatch over pocket watch)
& alchemy
& transfiguration
& sex
& alcohol
& quidditch
& dragons
GOALS :
& to achieve eternal glory
& to discover something with alchemy that has yet to be unearthed
& to marry the most beautiful girl he has ever met
& to do something worth dying for
& to kill...
FEARS :
- & death
& being outdone
& losing his sister
& being alone
& being poisoned
& drowning
& be back stabbed (literally and figuratively)
& swans and/or geese...he finds them....-shudders-
SECRETS :
- & he's afraid of birds(like geese/swans)
& he actually does, deep down, care about his family
WEAKNESS :
- & women in short skirts
& a good glass of whiskey
& freshly baked cinnamon buns
& his sister
& a good challenge
STRENGTHS :
- & his looks are a plus
& he is quite strong
& very good with potions
& not to dim, either
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- & cold hearted - for the most part, atticus couldn't give a tiny rat's ass what anyone else was up to. he only thinks of himself and what will benefit himself. other people are just a means to an end, and he treats almost everyone as such.
& witty - despite being an absolute ass, it's hard to deny that atticus is quite intelligent. he always received good grades during his time in school, and as he has been laboring in the field of alchemy, he isn't one to just shrug off. he's quite the charmer when it does come down to it, and he's always a fun one to have a conversation with. he likes to throw in backhanded complements when best he can, as most people have no idea its more of an insult than anything else.
& manipulative - he is quite the conniving young man. if he needs something from you, he will charm his way into it and before you know it, he's gotten all that he needs out of you...and sometimes more.
& sadistic - this isn't widely known, but he does like the sight of blood....a little more than most should. the color drives him wild, and the pain inflicted just to achieve that thrills him more than is healthy.
& paranoid - ok, so he fears death a little more than...anyone else. he's always looking over his shoulder, and always afraid that someone might just try to kill him. his paranoia is just developing...however. he isn't exactly at the howard hughes level(...you know, sitting in a sterile room wearing the same clothes every day and tissue boxes as shoes), but he does make other people sample his food and drink before he'll touch the stuff.
& vain - he's good looking, and he knows it. he does like to have a mirror near him most of the time, and does use his looks to achieve his goals, as well as mix in with his other qualities(i.e. manipulation, etc)
& competitive - what's a person without the drive to compete? atticus certainly doesn't miss the step there. he loves the thrill of a good challenge, and usually will go out of his way to make his chances of winning more likely. this could pertain to anything be it a job opportunity, a date, a bet, yo name it.
& short fused - he may not show his anger off as well as a lot of people, but it doesn't take much for atticus to get enraged. he can go from chill to beating your face in ten seconds flat, though can be encouraged to speed up if you so test him. he's not a man you want to wrong.
& sardonic - though he has his goals and is quite confident in his own abilities, for the rest of the world he has a gloomy outlook on. he likes to talk to people as if the world is coming to an end, which may or not be his ploy to make their fall more imminent.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : tirana, albania
CURRENT RESIDENCE : london; england.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Daily Prophet
MOTHER'S NAME : Drucilla Parker - 40 - Magical Botanist.
FATHER'S NAME : Frederick Parker - 55 - Dragon Breeder.
SIBLINGS : Fawne Annaliese Parker
OVERALL HISTORY :
[/size]Being that his Father breeds rare dragons as a living, the hospitals in England were obviously not a first choice, as exotic lands were where the Parker family were usually stationed. In this instance, Atticus was born in Albania...how lovely.
Though he may have been born on foreign soil, Atticus and his entire family are very Scottish. His Father and his entire family are from Perth, and her Mother's entire side is from Ayr, so naturally, all members of the Parker family have that lovely(not to mention rather thick) Scottish accent
When Atticus was six, he showed his magical aptitude by transfiguring his little sister's night light into a toad, prompting the little girl to scream to high heaven whilst Atticus laughed until he fell to the ground, clutching his sides. His parents may have scolded him, but it wasn't something to make Atticus repent for his evil deeds. If anything, it prompted him to see just how far he could carry on without getting caught.
When he turned eleven was when he got his acceptance letter into Hogwarts, and his parents couldn't have been more excited. They, who had been very proud Ravenclaws while in school, couldn't wait for Atticus to start his education and to enjoy school as they had.
The train ride was long, and Atticus complained most of the way along with the fellow occupants of the compartment he had chosen to lay claims too, but soon enough, the scarlet engine came to a halt, and the first years, along with all the other students, were embarking on the short journey from the station to the school. As both his parents had been in Ravenclaw when they had gone to the school, Atticus felt that he was destined to be placed into that house as well...but when the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head, within a minute or two, the thing screamed "SLYTHERIN!" at the top of it's lungs(if it even had lungs...which would be creepy if it did), which was then followed by applause from what clearly was the Slytherin table. Atticus was surprised, but shrugged all the same. Slytherin it was...
As the years went on, it was obvious that he had fallen in with the right crowd. His very being seemed to reverberate the memory of Salazar Slytherin and everything he stood for. He was cunning, charming, and only cared of what happened to himself...though he did make the exception for Fawne. Though his younger sister had fallen into the family house of Ravenclaw, he did watch over her as any protective brother would(mildly so, anyway), and found himself as her protector until his graduation.
After school ended, he began to study alchemy, and other more scientific realms of magic, though taking up a desk job at The Daily Prophet just to keep a job. Now at twenty-six, Atticus has become quite the little potions master...which may become an asset to whomever claims him as their "friend".
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Though he wasn't laughing openly or showing another side that he found her behavior to be hilarious, Lavinia still felt like a fool. The quirk of his eyebrow told it all. She had exposed her vulnerability, yet again, and had revealed to him that small, traceable crush. That's all it could be, as she had only known him for so many minutes. A half hour of her time spent with him at the very least, that warranted only a crush. Burying her face in her hands and walking away now seemed the brilliant idea, though she should have made the getaway long before that. Oh, how could she be so stupid? Lavinia had avoided getting too close to males for seven, nearly eighteen years. Since Caddy had died she had never let herself have a boyfriend, or even show the slightest interest. Oh, she certainly had messed up here. When she would get back to school, she would certainly find Ashton and tell her of the laughable mistake she had made. Knowing Ash, he wouldn't think it were that serious though, course once she dropped the name her friend's face would go rigid. He would probably make some retort about Tristan's sexuality and say he had an unhealthy addiction to Quidditch. Well, that was Ashton Wentworth for you. Lavinia's best friend through thick and thin and also one of the world's biggest prats.
The feelings of stupidity seemed to settle in, making a new home for themselves. She had avoided such feelings for so long, and then there was Tristan. It wasn't his fault he had brought out the silly girl Lavinia had tried so valiantly to dispose of. His hand went over hers and the words that sipped between his lips were calming. The feelings of embarrassment and stupidity started to fade away, though some parts still lingered to taunt her. A guy couldn't magically make every feeling he had brought out in someone go away with a few simple words. Life didn't work that way, no matter how badly you wanted it to.He lifted her light hand to his lips, and placed a soft kiss upon her skin once more. His next remark made her giggle, but if he were not jesting she didn't know how she truly felt about that. Lavinia didn't ask for a death wish, and if other witches were queuing up to see him she would most certainly be injured. Her beauty rivaled so many, she would surely be smacked around to ensure Tristan did not run off with her. It was a thought Lavinia wasn't fond of, and now wondered if she really would venture to his Department of the Ministry. He was cute, she couldn't deny that, but there were unseen factors to him as well. She would have to decide later on if he was worth the injury, course she would also have to decide then if there was something between them. There had been some connection, but maybe that was just the effects of the crush?
He pulled back from her, and looked from side to side. Lavinia, being the one to think overly much, analyzed the situation with to much paranoia. For a fleeting moment, her mind snapped to the idea that he was checking for his girlfriend, making sure she didn't see what he was doing or about to do. That would have been the most horrid let down of the century. To find out she had spent her time on a lost cause, flirting it up with a guy who was taken. When he leaned forward again, motioning for her to follow suit, she did it half-heartedly. Oh, that would be so wretched if he did have a girlfriend and she was just some tramp by the pool with a pretty figure. His hand met the side of her face, bringing her slightly closer.
He stole a kiss, pressed his lips to hers and took it. To deny that she enjoyed it would have been blasphemous.
A grin, a slight one, broke out across her face at his words. He could be so cocky, this one. The words he used made it seem like he knew what Lavinia wanted in life and it was him. It was a good theory, but oh so wrong...very close though.
Of all the things Lavinia could ever want in the world, only one came close to making her whole. It was the highest form of emotions, set high on a pillar for all to gaze upon. It was love. An orphaned girl with no family to speak of - no boyfriend and friends that she had to work hard to keep in touch with, to that girl, love was extremely. Lavinia had only ever dreamed of being loved by someone before. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to know that someone was always thinking about you, or that when you saw them next nothing else mattered. The idea nearly brought a tear to her eye, thinking of all she had missed at the expense of her lousy Father. She shuddered slightly, letting herself drop her thoughts for a moment. She had looked away from Tristan in her loss of time and space, and now looked back to him for some sense of comfort.
Her lips had been moving all the while, though she hadn't been paying attention to her own words. As her gaze met his, he looked either quizzical or politely bemused. She realized they were talking about Quidditch only after he repeated her. He had stopped her mid-sentence to get a word in. All she could do was nod. Yes, Chasing was her favorite position. She could play Keeper pretty well, and Seeking was a snap, but Chasing was the most fun. You actually had to be fast and skillful to keep up with the Quaffle, and to beat the opposing Chasers to it. You had to use tactics and that was just thrilling about the sport. She blushed as he made a comment about her. She nodded quietly. "It is rather ironic." She said without much enthusiasm. She tried to to show off her crush on him quite so much now. She had to mask some of those raw feelings.
At her mention of the Ukrainian Quidditch match against Greece, he tipped her a wink. How odd that they had so many qualities and occurrences so similar.
"I didn't manage to stay long after the match. My Father wanted to run home and tell Mum. She's the Greek one in our household...well...was." She faltered, noting again of her foolish behavior. Did she just admit to him that her mother had...passed on? Oh! Lavinia bad! Very bad!
At her mention of going to the Pitch later, she witnessed a few changes in his demeanor. At first his eyes brightened and a grin grew on his face. He seemed interested enough, but then he had a think and he let out a groan. The answer sank in, she was going to be turned down. The thought that she had been correct floated to her head. Maybe he really did have a girlfriend and she was just the pretty view he had spotted while away from such a girl. She must have been special, the girl Tristan was ditching her for...
When he spoke again, she had been right. He was leaving her, but he used his friends as the excuse. Well, if he was leaving her to be with another girl he wouldn't have just gone out and said that, would he? especially not if he planned on taking a look at the pretty view on other days and nights. He blew her a kiss, and also sent her a request, if ever she needed him, send him an owl.
"That goes both ways, dear." Lavinia called back with a grin. It was highly doubtful that she would be writing him anytime soon, and the she had a feeling he would never write her. They would most likely run into each other again, so that didn't bother her. Maybe then she could catch a glimpse of his girlfriend, whom Lavinia was sure existed. She sighed as she picked up hr wand and with a wave, sent everything into her bag.
Getting up, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the pool area, feeling that a swim wasn't necessary. She walked past Tristan and his mates, but didn't give a glance in their direction. She still had an ounce of dignity left, even if she had turned out to be a fool. Walking away not to quickly, she strutted to the exit, and after turning the corner she apparated as fast as she could back to Hogwarts Galaxia. She would have to tell Ash about her mistakes, and if she couldn't find him then she would run to Victoria or Georgie. She had to say something, she felt so...foolish.
