Post by kandykane on Aug 2, 2010 21:21:56 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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Since then he had grown protective of her, always watching her from the sidelines while they played at the park. When they grew older, he knew she could take care of herself so he never pressured her or crowded her. He believes she has to make her own decisions about life, even if he thinks they are reckless and abrasive. His parents tried to instill their views on blood dominance, but Marcus had never really taken to it. He was stubborn and didn't like to be told what to do, and he wanted to explore the world and come to his own conclusions. Having that 'beat out' of him when he was still a small child, he learned to keep his mouth shut and pretend to agree with what his parents said. He isn't open about his views to his brother, because although they are twins, he doesn't trust him with his feelings. If his parents had succeeded to manipulate his brother, which it looked like, he might start to hate him. He does wish he knew whether his brother just pretended or not, but is much too afraid to ask.
When he was younger, he was at an all-magical beach resort with his family, and his mother took the kids to the beach while his father took care of some business. There his mother ran into an old friend from school and started chatting, not paying enough attention to her kids. Marcus, unafraid of the danger in the water, started to swim out. In no time at all, the current and waves battered him about, and he started struggling to keep his head above water. He was only five, shortly after the Owl incident. His sister saw him in trouble and told their mother, who screamed and rescued him with a summoning charm. Ever since that day, however, Marcus has never been able to get over his fear of water, and does his best to keep his phobia a secret from the rest of the school. His family are the only people who know about it, and he is very grateful no one has told.
Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Marcus had kept to himself, making a few friends but never finding anyone to really open up to. He strongly believes in monogamy and choosing the right girl. He hates it when women throw themselves at men, and especially when they try to come onto him. Of course, after a year of advances, a few girls got to talking and there is a rumor that he's gay, which he doesn't care enough about to correct. He had hoped to make a connection with someone in school, but has now dropped that wish. He doesn't expect to find anyone until he's well out of Hogwarts and settled into a job. He has built up a reputation of being studious and reserved, and it fits him well. He finds solitary much more enjoyable than crowded places. He wouldn't even go to the Quidditch games if his sibling(s) didn't play. All in all, he lives a contented life at school, but not so much at home, which is why he wants to move to a different country to find work.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: Katie (Linny, if neccessary)
AGE: Eighteen
EXPERIENCE: Four years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None, so far
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
After a few days of staying in Piskra, Hyacinth had already had enough of the werewolves and their lifestyle. It seemed that she couldn't get their stench out of her nose, and she felt like she was suffocating. After her run in with the werewolves and her angel, Hyacinth had fled the town for fear of retribution. But When her supplies ran low outside, she had to give the city another visit. She kept to herself, her hood a constant shield from unwanted eyes, and she spoke only in low whispers. Only once did she raise her eyes, and it was to get a look at the angel she had traveled all this way to watch. She was the brightest, most vibrant thing in the dark town, Hyacinth thought, and it was a treat to see her in the streets.
Hyacinth was making her last rounds to the shops, selling or trading game for money and supplies. Her clothes were getting to the point of no use, and she needed new leather gear. Thankfully, her black cloak was just as sturdy, if not clean, as when she first bought it. Hyacinth stepped into a tailor shop, in search of new garments and footwear. The bawdy man behind a table looked up and her and grunted before returning to his work. Hyacinth ignored his rude greeting and browsed the place with her eyes. She found what she had been searching for, a decent pair of shoes and another pair of trousers. Stepping up to them, she felt their material.
"'Ey! What do ya think yer doin'?" the man barked at her, and Hyacinth turned her head to him. "Thems for payin customers." he continued, taking long strides to her and yanking them from her grasp. Looking at her up close, not being able to see her features clearly, was unsettling for him. Hyacinth could tell he thought her a petty thief, but something about her put him on edge. As if I'd come in here if I didn't desperately need to. Hyacinth's lip curled in distaste, but she kept it out of her voice as much as she could. "Of course, sir. Now, how much for the garment and the shoes?" she asked, her voice serious. She was prepared to haggle with the man, and pulled back her hood to make him feel a little more comfortable.
Clearly he wasn't expecting what he saw, with her bright blue eyes, pale skin, and pale hair. He was silent for a few moments, deciding whether it would be smart to try and overprice her because she might be dull, or to listen to his instinct that told him not to mess with her. For fun, Hyacinth smiled at him. It wasn't a sweet, innocent smile, but a cynical, 'I know what you're thinking, and I don't like it' smile. He nodded once to himself, and calculated in his head. "20 fer the pants, 10 fer the shoes." he finally gave, and Hyacinth thought it over. It was a little pricey, especially for the pants, but she had made well on her last kill, so she agreed. She paid the man, and then noticed a large stack of clothing lined up on the wall. Curious, she gestured to it.
"That seems like a lot of work and material to make in advance, has someone ordered so many things?" she asked, this time keeping her voice light. The tailor glanced back and shook his head. "Na, they fer the meetin'." he said, as if it was common knowledge. Hyacinth gave him an inquiring look, and he went on. "The Council is hold'n a meetin' in a few weeks, people from everywhere should be comin'. They be passin' through 'ere on their way to the ferry to Bàrn Island." Hyacinth's mind processed this, and she thanked the man before leaving. outside in the street, she could see other shops preparing for the upcoming flow of people, and wondered how she hadn't noticed before. She walked up to a posted notice with the details, and started making plans for the ferry over.
She knew if she wanted to get a good place on the Island, she should get there before the crowds, and thanked coincidence for having her so close. She had heard the rumors, but now it seemed as if she would get some answers. She wouldn't mind fighting, it was what she was born to do. It would be a great chance to prove her worth, and make a name for herself. Maybe she would be able to work with her Angel, whose class Hyacinth didn't know. But if she was a mage, they could fight with magic and sword, become an unstoppable team. Hyacinth fantasized this for a while, and made her way to the ferry dock. She was slightly surprised when the next leaving ferry was already full, but waited for an open one.
Roughly two hours later and she stepped into the busy streets of Bàrn Island. Many people had already made their stay for the meeting, and again she was boggled that she hadn't heard the new earlier. She pulled her cloak tighter around her and started walking, searching for an inn. The first two she found were already fully booked, and she wondered if she would have to camp out, but the next she found had a few rooms open. She made a reservation for the few nights surrounding the meeting, and left. She didn't need the room now, it would just be a waste of money she didn't really have. She stopped on the side of the road and put her new shoes on. Her feet throbbed from her days of journeying in worn out shoes, and she rested them barefoot on the cool ground. She looked over her shoes, and decided she would keep them, in case she needed them.
She rubbed her eyes, looked up at the fading sky, and withdrew her blanket. The sky was clear, with no chance of rain, so she didn't feel the need to pitch her tent. She would only be spending the night there, she told herself, and drifted off to sleep.
Hyacinth was making her last rounds to the shops, selling or trading game for money and supplies. Her clothes were getting to the point of no use, and she needed new leather gear. Thankfully, her black cloak was just as sturdy, if not clean, as when she first bought it. Hyacinth stepped into a tailor shop, in search of new garments and footwear. The bawdy man behind a table looked up and her and grunted before returning to his work. Hyacinth ignored his rude greeting and browsed the place with her eyes. She found what she had been searching for, a decent pair of shoes and another pair of trousers. Stepping up to them, she felt their material.
"'Ey! What do ya think yer doin'?" the man barked at her, and Hyacinth turned her head to him. "Thems for payin customers." he continued, taking long strides to her and yanking them from her grasp. Looking at her up close, not being able to see her features clearly, was unsettling for him. Hyacinth could tell he thought her a petty thief, but something about her put him on edge. As if I'd come in here if I didn't desperately need to. Hyacinth's lip curled in distaste, but she kept it out of her voice as much as she could. "Of course, sir. Now, how much for the garment and the shoes?" she asked, her voice serious. She was prepared to haggle with the man, and pulled back her hood to make him feel a little more comfortable.
Clearly he wasn't expecting what he saw, with her bright blue eyes, pale skin, and pale hair. He was silent for a few moments, deciding whether it would be smart to try and overprice her because she might be dull, or to listen to his instinct that told him not to mess with her. For fun, Hyacinth smiled at him. It wasn't a sweet, innocent smile, but a cynical, 'I know what you're thinking, and I don't like it' smile. He nodded once to himself, and calculated in his head. "20 fer the pants, 10 fer the shoes." he finally gave, and Hyacinth thought it over. It was a little pricey, especially for the pants, but she had made well on her last kill, so she agreed. She paid the man, and then noticed a large stack of clothing lined up on the wall. Curious, she gestured to it.
"That seems like a lot of work and material to make in advance, has someone ordered so many things?" she asked, this time keeping her voice light. The tailor glanced back and shook his head. "Na, they fer the meetin'." he said, as if it was common knowledge. Hyacinth gave him an inquiring look, and he went on. "The Council is hold'n a meetin' in a few weeks, people from everywhere should be comin'. They be passin' through 'ere on their way to the ferry to Bàrn Island." Hyacinth's mind processed this, and she thanked the man before leaving. outside in the street, she could see other shops preparing for the upcoming flow of people, and wondered how she hadn't noticed before. She walked up to a posted notice with the details, and started making plans for the ferry over.
She knew if she wanted to get a good place on the Island, she should get there before the crowds, and thanked coincidence for having her so close. She had heard the rumors, but now it seemed as if she would get some answers. She wouldn't mind fighting, it was what she was born to do. It would be a great chance to prove her worth, and make a name for herself. Maybe she would be able to work with her Angel, whose class Hyacinth didn't know. But if she was a mage, they could fight with magic and sword, become an unstoppable team. Hyacinth fantasized this for a while, and made her way to the ferry dock. She was slightly surprised when the next leaving ferry was already full, but waited for an open one.
Roughly two hours later and she stepped into the busy streets of Bàrn Island. Many people had already made their stay for the meeting, and again she was boggled that she hadn't heard the new earlier. She pulled her cloak tighter around her and started walking, searching for an inn. The first two she found were already fully booked, and she wondered if she would have to camp out, but the next she found had a few rooms open. She made a reservation for the few nights surrounding the meeting, and left. She didn't need the room now, it would just be a waste of money she didn't really have. She stopped on the side of the road and put her new shoes on. Her feet throbbed from her days of journeying in worn out shoes, and she rested them barefoot on the cool ground. She looked over her shoes, and decided she would keep them, in case she needed them.
She rubbed her eyes, looked up at the fading sky, and withdrew her blanket. The sky was clear, with no chance of rain, so she didn't feel the need to pitch her tent. She would only be spending the night there, she told herself, and drifted off to sleep.
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