Post by Erebus Avery on Feb 23, 2007 14:08:31 GMT -5
"Me, Myself, and I"
Your Name: Caylyn
Experience: Indeed. Far too many characters and sites to bother listing, so I’ll just give a delicious fat free sample.
"Old" Sirius Black - maraudersv2.proboards43.com/index.cgi
Draco Malfoy - vectorshogwarts.proboards42.com/
(Temporary) Lord Voldemort - ectoparade14.proboards43.com/
Activity: Every other day.
Contact: AIM = Neishandelezel e-mail = The_Alpha_Slytherin@hotmail.com
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Erebus Bobonjabon Avery
Date of Birth: 06/25/1961
House: Slytherin
Year: Fifth
Appearance:
In classic pure-blood fashion, Erebus has found himself in possession of a generally aristocratic appearance. After all, inbreeding results in only so many distinguishing characteristics. At fifteen, he is not nearly as tall as he would like to be, coming in at about average height for his age. Alright, fine, about average height for a girl his age. When it comes to body type, he is willowy with a slender figure shaped by labor no more arduous than maneuvering a wand and the occasional cauldron.
His face possesses the generally long, angular shape seen in many a pure-blood though he thankfully does not have the classic Malfoy pointed chin. One may think that he is blessed with a naturally perfect complexion, and one may actually be right. Avery really does not know since he has kept up an aggressive regimen of skin care since he was nine and has never given his skin the chance to be imperfect. His short blond hair also undergoes a careful campaign of nurturing to maintain a healthy shine without split ends. As further hair control, he also keeps his eyebrows shaped just so. Any other types of hair discipline are irrelevant since it would all take place in areas he doesn’t generally display to the public. He does not care in the least if he is made fun of for so much traditionally feminine behavior. After all, that means people are noticing and he’s not going through so much trouble for nothing; one is not vain so others can mind their own business.
Naturally, such an appearance conscious individual feels subjugated by the use of uniforms. Not only does such a device try to prevent stylistic expression, it also does its best to keep people from being seen for how much they’re worth (a nasty deception). Still, Avery does his best to rise up and overcome the oppression of uniforms. Belts, scarves, shoes, and other assorted accessories help to add flare and defy the Man (even he is affected by the mood of the 70s). A little known fact is that he never buys the assigned robes, going for something a little finer with a slightly different cut. Not enough for a professor to be up in arms, but plenty for a nice sense of superiority and defiance.
Personality:
Frankly, Erebus is lazy, at least when it comes to physical activity. However, he prefers to think of himself as sensibly laid-back. As a wizard, he does not need to over exert himself by doing silly things like jogging or making overenthusiastic gestures. Even his usually languid tone reflects this attitude. As a result, his humor is more subtly sarcastic and dry than overtly caustic. His insults are composed of comments delivered as if he is eternally tired of stating the obvious, which could very well be an honest reflection. The oh-so-mistreated heir of the Avery household is also prone to sighing more than the normal human and possesses a wide range of sighs designed to reflect his opinions rather than going to the trouble of explaining himself properly. A very non-Slytherin aspect of all that is his inability to hold a grudge, which could very well be his main reason for being able to sashay about the school without getting into fights (because it’s definitely not the fact that he fears getting a blemish to mar his perfect complexion).
To him, “Erebus” is worthy of hearty eye rolling. Trust a predominantly Slytherin family to name him after a god of darkness and son of Chaos. Finding his name far too predictable and not matching his personality, he would rather go by his surname, even in the presence of associates. Whether with associates, acquaintances, or strangers, he is apt to change the subject whenever it turns to matters that are troubling and unsolvable. Conversely, if he deems there to be a solution to what’s being complained about, he tries to find it straight away. The reason for both of those behaviors is a haughty dislike for the unpleasant exercise of worry. Why should he trouble himself if it does him no good? Besides, stress causes wrinkles.
Though not nearly as vocal as most of his House mates (who insist on hopping up on their soapboxes to complain about the muggle menace at every given opportunity), Avery does share their distaste. When he takes the trouble to worry about it, he finds it highly troubling that muggles greatly outnumber wizards (and things that trouble him must be solved if possible). Those people do absolutely nothing to validate their sad, unremarkable existences. To make matters worse, they interbreed with wizard kind and probably increase the risk of squib births. Erebus is all for eugenics, the sterilization of humans to improve the species.
Your Charrie in 10 Years:
Never being particularly grounded and possessing too much assurance in his rose-tinted view of the real world, Avery has not put much thought into his future, having the opinion that he will figure it things out as he goes along. To his mild surprise, Erebus has found himself eavesdropping on conversations of some of students who are more obviously pure-blood supremacists. His dislike of the numerous muggles and their kin as well as his taste for glamour has given a certain highly tempting allure to tales of the Dark Lord.
Sample Post:
Erebus Avery could be found lounging in the common room for all the world as if it belonged to him (then again, most tended to treat the Slytherin commons in the same fashion). Following a languorous stretch, he settled himself more comfortably catlike in the emerald green overstuffed chair and turned his eyes back to the transfiguration textbook in his lap. Being far too dissatisfied with the drab, scab-colored binding of the book, he had bought a more elaborate brick red cover inscribed with twisting golden abstracts. The same went for his other books; they were made slightly less awful by covers in what colors he thought went well with the subject. Still, a flashy outside didn’t make the words any more interesting and it was only a few more moments before he gave up and closed the hefty tome with a snap. After sliding it into his school bag, he took a great deal of time working himself out of the chair
Once he was on his feet, he hauled the indecently heavy bag onto his shoulder, wincing at the damage it could very well be doing to his tendons. He meandered through the common room, ignoring the few complaints he got for strolling through a study group. It didn’t matter to him and besides, all they were studying was the latest news from the so-called dark side. Eventually, he ended up down a short corridor leading off the commons and then into his dormitory where he promptly dropped his bag in the doorway. Somebody would probably trip over it on their way to bed, but that was hardly his problem. After a quick stop in the wash room, Erebus made his way back, taking care to step over his bag, and headed out into the castle proper. Just before the wall rematerialized, a faint thud followed by a tirade of clearly audible cursing floated into the dank dungeon corridor. With a vague smirk, Avery sauntered off to find himself a late snack.
Your Name: Caylyn
Experience: Indeed. Far too many characters and sites to bother listing, so I’ll just give a delicious fat free sample.
"Old" Sirius Black - maraudersv2.proboards43.com/index.cgi
Draco Malfoy - vectorshogwarts.proboards42.com/
(Temporary) Lord Voldemort - ectoparade14.proboards43.com/
Activity: Every other day.
Contact: AIM = Neishandelezel e-mail = The_Alpha_Slytherin@hotmail.com
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Erebus Bobonjabon Avery
Date of Birth: 06/25/1961
House: Slytherin
Year: Fifth
Appearance:
In classic pure-blood fashion, Erebus has found himself in possession of a generally aristocratic appearance. After all, inbreeding results in only so many distinguishing characteristics. At fifteen, he is not nearly as tall as he would like to be, coming in at about average height for his age. Alright, fine, about average height for a girl his age. When it comes to body type, he is willowy with a slender figure shaped by labor no more arduous than maneuvering a wand and the occasional cauldron.
His face possesses the generally long, angular shape seen in many a pure-blood though he thankfully does not have the classic Malfoy pointed chin. One may think that he is blessed with a naturally perfect complexion, and one may actually be right. Avery really does not know since he has kept up an aggressive regimen of skin care since he was nine and has never given his skin the chance to be imperfect. His short blond hair also undergoes a careful campaign of nurturing to maintain a healthy shine without split ends. As further hair control, he also keeps his eyebrows shaped just so. Any other types of hair discipline are irrelevant since it would all take place in areas he doesn’t generally display to the public. He does not care in the least if he is made fun of for so much traditionally feminine behavior. After all, that means people are noticing and he’s not going through so much trouble for nothing; one is not vain so others can mind their own business.
Naturally, such an appearance conscious individual feels subjugated by the use of uniforms. Not only does such a device try to prevent stylistic expression, it also does its best to keep people from being seen for how much they’re worth (a nasty deception). Still, Avery does his best to rise up and overcome the oppression of uniforms. Belts, scarves, shoes, and other assorted accessories help to add flare and defy the Man (even he is affected by the mood of the 70s). A little known fact is that he never buys the assigned robes, going for something a little finer with a slightly different cut. Not enough for a professor to be up in arms, but plenty for a nice sense of superiority and defiance.
Personality:
Frankly, Erebus is lazy, at least when it comes to physical activity. However, he prefers to think of himself as sensibly laid-back. As a wizard, he does not need to over exert himself by doing silly things like jogging or making overenthusiastic gestures. Even his usually languid tone reflects this attitude. As a result, his humor is more subtly sarcastic and dry than overtly caustic. His insults are composed of comments delivered as if he is eternally tired of stating the obvious, which could very well be an honest reflection. The oh-so-mistreated heir of the Avery household is also prone to sighing more than the normal human and possesses a wide range of sighs designed to reflect his opinions rather than going to the trouble of explaining himself properly. A very non-Slytherin aspect of all that is his inability to hold a grudge, which could very well be his main reason for being able to sashay about the school without getting into fights (because it’s definitely not the fact that he fears getting a blemish to mar his perfect complexion).
To him, “Erebus” is worthy of hearty eye rolling. Trust a predominantly Slytherin family to name him after a god of darkness and son of Chaos. Finding his name far too predictable and not matching his personality, he would rather go by his surname, even in the presence of associates. Whether with associates, acquaintances, or strangers, he is apt to change the subject whenever it turns to matters that are troubling and unsolvable. Conversely, if he deems there to be a solution to what’s being complained about, he tries to find it straight away. The reason for both of those behaviors is a haughty dislike for the unpleasant exercise of worry. Why should he trouble himself if it does him no good? Besides, stress causes wrinkles.
Though not nearly as vocal as most of his House mates (who insist on hopping up on their soapboxes to complain about the muggle menace at every given opportunity), Avery does share their distaste. When he takes the trouble to worry about it, he finds it highly troubling that muggles greatly outnumber wizards (and things that trouble him must be solved if possible). Those people do absolutely nothing to validate their sad, unremarkable existences. To make matters worse, they interbreed with wizard kind and probably increase the risk of squib births. Erebus is all for eugenics, the sterilization of humans to improve the species.
Your Charrie in 10 Years:
Never being particularly grounded and possessing too much assurance in his rose-tinted view of the real world, Avery has not put much thought into his future, having the opinion that he will figure it things out as he goes along. To his mild surprise, Erebus has found himself eavesdropping on conversations of some of students who are more obviously pure-blood supremacists. His dislike of the numerous muggles and their kin as well as his taste for glamour has given a certain highly tempting allure to tales of the Dark Lord.
Sample Post:
Erebus Avery could be found lounging in the common room for all the world as if it belonged to him (then again, most tended to treat the Slytherin commons in the same fashion). Following a languorous stretch, he settled himself more comfortably catlike in the emerald green overstuffed chair and turned his eyes back to the transfiguration textbook in his lap. Being far too dissatisfied with the drab, scab-colored binding of the book, he had bought a more elaborate brick red cover inscribed with twisting golden abstracts. The same went for his other books; they were made slightly less awful by covers in what colors he thought went well with the subject. Still, a flashy outside didn’t make the words any more interesting and it was only a few more moments before he gave up and closed the hefty tome with a snap. After sliding it into his school bag, he took a great deal of time working himself out of the chair
Once he was on his feet, he hauled the indecently heavy bag onto his shoulder, wincing at the damage it could very well be doing to his tendons. He meandered through the common room, ignoring the few complaints he got for strolling through a study group. It didn’t matter to him and besides, all they were studying was the latest news from the so-called dark side. Eventually, he ended up down a short corridor leading off the commons and then into his dormitory where he promptly dropped his bag in the doorway. Somebody would probably trip over it on their way to bed, but that was hardly his problem. After a quick stop in the wash room, Erebus made his way back, taking care to step over his bag, and headed out into the castle proper. Just before the wall rematerialized, a faint thud followed by a tirade of clearly audible cursing floated into the dank dungeon corridor. With a vague smirk, Avery sauntered off to find himself a late snack.
