Post by Severus Snape on Feb 3, 2007 23:56:43 GMT -5
"Me, Myself, and I"
Your Name: As.
Experience: Guhn, I don't know . . .
Activity: Fairly consistently
Contact: AIM- floreantsy
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Severus Tobias (maybe?) Snape
Date of Birth: 05/18/1959
House: Slytherin
Year: Seventh
Appearance:
Ol' Sevvy should've been a grease monkey, to put it bluntly. His skin is sallow, pallid and oily, and, doubtlessly, smothered in ache. His most notable feature is surely his long, hooked nose that curves out from the middle of his face, I imagine him flaring his nostrils would be a most fearsome sight to behold. Severus has cold, black eyes, rather like tunnels, and minuscule next to that nose. He is also the owner of a sheet of grease-filled, lank hair, black, of course, and truly too disgusting to be as long as he has it (probably just above his jawline during teenage years). He's scrawny, lacking muscle and nearly gangling. And not remotely attractive.
Personality:
Ambitious and sly, Severus is the target of the more conceited kids in school, though he is equally talented at schoolwork, namely Potions. He lacks the flair of Marauders, for that he resents them, that and the constant bullying. He is much of a loner, preferring to be by himself as he wallows in his plans for revenge. He is fascinated by the Dark Arts and believes himself to be superior to others, especially those filthy Mud-Bloods. He has a tendency to hold grudges, and will take advantage of any situation. His way isn't very sportsman-like.
Your Charrie in 10 Years: Where does your character see themselves in ten years?
He'll be making that horrible James Potter pay! Sirius too-- and Lily. Heck, all of them! They'll wish they never messed with Severus Snape! Or, if not, he'll help that Dark Lord rid the world of blood-traitors. (What? Avery put together a damn fine pamphlet for career week!)
Sample Post:
Completely furious, Severus crouched in one of the stairwells by the Charms corridor. He gingerly prodded the especially curved bridge of his nose and winced when the action sent shots of pain through his face. His scowling didn't give any pleasanter results. Slowly, he rose to his feet and wiped the combination of blood and grease on his robes; Potter would pay for this one, oh yes, Severus would have him licking his boots. From what he had gathered between shouting out curses, Potter had fancied that draining his nose of blood would shrink it to a more acceptable size, the cretin. Still attempting to scowl in a fashion that wasn't painful, Severus started to stride off, unsure of where he should go. His pride wouldn't allow him to go to the Hospital Wing, he had been there much too often in the past month, Potter and his putrid servants were probably trying to maximize damage before they graduated. He shot a glare over his shoulder and carried on, still analyzing his options, he couldn't go to the Common Room, his house-mates would raise more mockery than that dumpy matron, but if he kept wandering around one of those wads of phlegm from the other houses would be sure to see his damaged nose and, like always, know what had happened. He would have to repair the damage himself, and soon. Severus would need to find a mirror to see what he was doing, but the washrooms were too likely to be occupied. He let out a hiss of rage and shot more glares at the portraits and suits of armor littering the corridor-- that was a solution, Pringle kept the trophies blindingly clean, and any House Cup would reflect well enough to double as a mirror. Inwardly pleased with his genius, though still seething outwardly, Severus turned around and purposely strode toward the Trophy Room, now planning on his latest plot for revenge.
Your Name: As.
Experience: Guhn, I don't know . . .
Activity: Fairly consistently
Contact: AIM- floreantsy
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Severus Tobias (maybe?) Snape
Date of Birth: 05/18/1959
House: Slytherin
Year: Seventh
Appearance:
Ol' Sevvy should've been a grease monkey, to put it bluntly. His skin is sallow, pallid and oily, and, doubtlessly, smothered in ache. His most notable feature is surely his long, hooked nose that curves out from the middle of his face, I imagine him flaring his nostrils would be a most fearsome sight to behold. Severus has cold, black eyes, rather like tunnels, and minuscule next to that nose. He is also the owner of a sheet of grease-filled, lank hair, black, of course, and truly too disgusting to be as long as he has it (probably just above his jawline during teenage years). He's scrawny, lacking muscle and nearly gangling. And not remotely attractive.
Personality:
Ambitious and sly, Severus is the target of the more conceited kids in school, though he is equally talented at schoolwork, namely Potions. He lacks the flair of Marauders, for that he resents them, that and the constant bullying. He is much of a loner, preferring to be by himself as he wallows in his plans for revenge. He is fascinated by the Dark Arts and believes himself to be superior to others, especially those filthy Mud-Bloods. He has a tendency to hold grudges, and will take advantage of any situation. His way isn't very sportsman-like.
Your Charrie in 10 Years: Where does your character see themselves in ten years?
He'll be making that horrible James Potter pay! Sirius too-- and Lily. Heck, all of them! They'll wish they never messed with Severus Snape! Or, if not, he'll help that Dark Lord rid the world of blood-traitors. (What? Avery put together a damn fine pamphlet for career week!)
Sample Post:
Completely furious, Severus crouched in one of the stairwells by the Charms corridor. He gingerly prodded the especially curved bridge of his nose and winced when the action sent shots of pain through his face. His scowling didn't give any pleasanter results. Slowly, he rose to his feet and wiped the combination of blood and grease on his robes; Potter would pay for this one, oh yes, Severus would have him licking his boots. From what he had gathered between shouting out curses, Potter had fancied that draining his nose of blood would shrink it to a more acceptable size, the cretin. Still attempting to scowl in a fashion that wasn't painful, Severus started to stride off, unsure of where he should go. His pride wouldn't allow him to go to the Hospital Wing, he had been there much too often in the past month, Potter and his putrid servants were probably trying to maximize damage before they graduated. He shot a glare over his shoulder and carried on, still analyzing his options, he couldn't go to the Common Room, his house-mates would raise more mockery than that dumpy matron, but if he kept wandering around one of those wads of phlegm from the other houses would be sure to see his damaged nose and, like always, know what had happened. He would have to repair the damage himself, and soon. Severus would need to find a mirror to see what he was doing, but the washrooms were too likely to be occupied. He let out a hiss of rage and shot more glares at the portraits and suits of armor littering the corridor-- that was a solution, Pringle kept the trophies blindingly clean, and any House Cup would reflect well enough to double as a mirror. Inwardly pleased with his genius, though still seething outwardly, Severus turned around and purposely strode toward the Trophy Room, now planning on his latest plot for revenge.
