Post by raven on Jul 29, 2009 20:14:54 GMT
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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ALIXEI SILAS RAVEN[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Raven, Xei, Alix.
AGE: Eighteen, in a month.
D.O.B.: October 11, 1977.
YEAR: Seventh.
HOUSE: Ravenclaw.
ALLEGIANCE: Neutral, for the time being.
PROFESSION: Student.
WAND TYPE: 14 1/4, Rowan & Dragon Heartstring.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Blue, which looks different in different lighting or with certain colors. In sun, they appear bright blue, in dark they look icy. With greys and whites, they seem more grey; while with greens, teals and bright colors, they have a green-ish tint.
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 166
BODY TYPE: Thin, athletic build with a bit of muscle.
VOICE: Somewhat deep, but a bit more feminine than the other males his age.
PERSONAL STYLE: Alixei knows how to make anything he wears unique. He even touches up his school uniform with little decorations; it's just too plain for him otherwise. He'll add embroidery or rhinestones or other things of the sort, to his tobes, just to add a bit of extra sparkle. When out of that awful, required uniform, he goes all out. Though his tops are generally black, white or grey, they are anything but boring. Graphic tees and hoodies with the craziest designs and logos on them that he can find are his favorite. If looking to go for something fancier, on special occasions for instance, he will throw on a leather jacket or fitted black robe. He has an assortment of dark blue and black jeans, all different, whether torn a little or with a chain attached to the waist. On top of anything and everything he wears, school clothes or not, he piles on accessories. He won't be seen without at least one necklace, ring and earrings in his double-peirced ears. Last but not least, he is rarely seen without make-up, even if only a bit of black eyeliner. Most often, his eyes are sparkling with blue, green, teal or silver shadows and glitters. Despite the comments and strange looks he gets from others, especially the other guys, he loves his unique style.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Alixei has a rather, well, pretty face for a boy. No, he's not ungodly attractive or baby-faced, he's literally quite 'pretty' and feminine. His naturally long-lashed eyes are what he would say is his best feature, though his bright toothy smile is what seems to really leave an impression on people. That's not to say that many people don't try to immediately judge him by his flashy hair, make-up and outfits, but his smile is what seems to change their mind. He has a rather pointy nose and slightly high and prominent cheekbones. His complexion is tan, making his blue eyes stand out all the more. Always having been taller than most, he only recently grew out of being underweight for his height. These days, he has finally gotten more of a build. While he is still thin, it is now more athletically so, even with a fair amount of muscle.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: Silence, being alone, anything plain, prejudice, inexcusable stupidity, dogs, boredom, his siblings.
GOALS: Becoming the lead singer of the next big Wizaring band.
BOGGART: Kelpie.
PATRONUS: Being sorted into Ravenclaw and knowing he could finally escape his Slytherin family. Takes the shape of a Peacock.
DEMENTOR: Being abused by parents.
AMORENTIA: Cinnamon, burning firewood, and fresh baking cookies.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Unique, Quirky, Outgoing, Witty, Sarcastic, Smart, Sensible, Passionate, Bold, and Honest.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Alrescha (Keos) Raven.
BROTHER(S): Leuco and Jaxen Raven.
SISTER(S): Ayana and Vera Raven.
OTHER: None.
BLOOD STATUS: Half (father is pure, mother is half).
HOMETOWN: Liverpool, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Liverpool, England.
BIOGRAPHY: Alixei Silas Raven was born on a strangely warm autumn night, October 11, 1977, to Errai and Alrescha Raven. Alixei was the third child of five, leaving him to grow up as the dreadful middle child. He and his family moved to Liverpool when he was only two, and they have lived in the exact same house since. The house in a small Wizarding Village was full of other children, yet he still always seemed to find himself alone. Though he truly craved for attention and friends, he was often shunned, as even from a very young age he was seen to be different. His metamorphmagism did not help him. As he did not have good control of his special power as a child, he would on many occasions find himself being humiliated and laughed at; his emotions and powers mixing together to land him with the likes of vibrant pink hair and an oversized, Snape-like nose.
On his first night at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Ravenclaw house, not Slytherin like every other member of the Raven family. This was seen as a disgrace to the family name. Alixei's father went as far as to send his son a Howler, threatening him and warning him that if he were to do anything else wrong, he would be disowned and not allowed back home. Despite his dislike of the family, he was only eleven and the idea of being abandoned was rather frightening, and so he kept on his best behavior all year. He knew that his father was in no way joking. The man was cold and cruel, he always had been.
As the years slowly passed, Alixei's abnormality only grew, as did his father's strictness and the whole family's overall dislike for the boy. Never openly admitting to anything, but not really needing to, Alixei's choices and actions toward everything made it obvious that he was becoming what was consider unacceptable to his parents in every way possible. From early teens on, he openly opposed, from his choices in studies and goals, to something as simple as his changing appearance. The summer after his fifth year, when he arrived home in make-up and glam, claiming that he had chosen his career goal, to be a singer, the real abuse began. Errai apparently thought that he could literally beat some 'sense' into his son. Alixei simply rebelled more and Errai got worse. After the years of dealing with his family, Alixei is highly relieved that when this school year ends, he won't have to return to Liverpool.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Three-ish years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: An advert.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
RP SAMPLE:
The first week of the new school year was finally over. It was the weekend and Zaire was extremely relieved. Even better, he had nothing else to do either; it was a rare occasion. The Dark Lord had no missions for him, grading papers had gone almost too fast, and Aramorta was preoccupied at home with her father. He stared blankly at the wall, humming and drumming his fingers against the surface of the desk before him absentmindedly. Pulling out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, he then leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out under the desk and his arms over his head, with a small yawn. He needed to find something better to do than staring a hole in the stone wall of his office. Zaire pondered his options for a moment, before making a decision. The Hog's Head.
After taking one glance in the mirror, he also decided that he would change. The plain black robes were strictly for school hours and Death Eater missions; nothing more. They were far too boring, not him. Quickly as was possible, he changed into a pair of tight black pants, a black t-shirt and boots, before turning to the assortment of black robes, these all far from plain. Pulling out one adorned with black rhinestones and embroidered silver designs, he threw it on. Turning around, he opened a drawer and began rummaging through it, not anywhere near ready still. Once fully accesorized with fingerless leather gloves, a silver-chained necklace, and black stud earrings, he slammed the drawer back in. Zaire peered into the mirror once more, to fix an eyeliner smudge, and then finally exited the office.
Zaire took his time walking up to ground floor, across the castle to the entrance hall and out past the gates, where he could apparate the rest of the way to Hogsmeade Village. Batting away the black and blue smoke, or rather, batting at thin air, he hurried into the now much more popular pub ahead of a group. He wanted to get in first, otherwise he would be waiting forever. Zaire entered the Hog's Head and let the door swing shut behind him as he quickly made his way between tables to get to the last empty one in the corner. He shot a smirk at the group that had actually been coming before him, as they eyed him and his table with three extra stools with anger. They had nowhere to sit. He stood up and walked around the table. They looked as though they actually thought he was leaving, eyebrows raising. Zaire noisily dragged the three unused stools together, one all the way under the table. The group looked even more confused. He sat back down on the other side and then put his legs up on the three stools, slowly and carefully, as even sitting down normally wasn't the easiest in the skin-tight pants he had on. He heaved a deep breath, a slight pained expression on his face, but managed to pull a straight face again as Aberforth walked up. He ordered his drink, waited for Aberforth to bring it to him and then relaxed as much as he could. It wasn't long before he noticed the figure walking in his direction, out of the corner of his eye. Not seeing them clearly, he assumed they were just going by and did not look up, but continued to alternate between watching the amber liquid in the cup in his hands swirl around and around as he turned it in his fingers, and taking a sip from it.
After taking one glance in the mirror, he also decided that he would change. The plain black robes were strictly for school hours and Death Eater missions; nothing more. They were far too boring, not him. Quickly as was possible, he changed into a pair of tight black pants, a black t-shirt and boots, before turning to the assortment of black robes, these all far from plain. Pulling out one adorned with black rhinestones and embroidered silver designs, he threw it on. Turning around, he opened a drawer and began rummaging through it, not anywhere near ready still. Once fully accesorized with fingerless leather gloves, a silver-chained necklace, and black stud earrings, he slammed the drawer back in. Zaire peered into the mirror once more, to fix an eyeliner smudge, and then finally exited the office.
Zaire took his time walking up to ground floor, across the castle to the entrance hall and out past the gates, where he could apparate the rest of the way to Hogsmeade Village. Batting away the black and blue smoke, or rather, batting at thin air, he hurried into the now much more popular pub ahead of a group. He wanted to get in first, otherwise he would be waiting forever. Zaire entered the Hog's Head and let the door swing shut behind him as he quickly made his way between tables to get to the last empty one in the corner. He shot a smirk at the group that had actually been coming before him, as they eyed him and his table with three extra stools with anger. They had nowhere to sit. He stood up and walked around the table. They looked as though they actually thought he was leaving, eyebrows raising. Zaire noisily dragged the three unused stools together, one all the way under the table. The group looked even more confused. He sat back down on the other side and then put his legs up on the three stools, slowly and carefully, as even sitting down normally wasn't the easiest in the skin-tight pants he had on. He heaved a deep breath, a slight pained expression on his face, but managed to pull a straight face again as Aberforth walked up. He ordered his drink, waited for Aberforth to bring it to him and then relaxed as much as he could. It wasn't long before he noticed the figure walking in his direction, out of the corner of his eye. Not seeing them clearly, he assumed they were just going by and did not look up, but continued to alternate between watching the amber liquid in the cup in his hands swirl around and around as he turned it in his fingers, and taking a sip from it.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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