Post by jay on May 23, 2011 2:12:53 GMT
jayden cadmus gaunt
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: jayden cadmus gaunt
nicknames: jay, gaunt
birthday: 20th of october
age: seventeen
house: slytherin
blood status: pureblood
face claim: zac efron
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:girls, alcohol, parties, reading, learning new things, transfiguration class, dueling, quidditch, romantic novels, muggle poetry, attention, trouble, danger, collecting brooms, competition, challenges, winning, the night time, sunny days, snakes,studying the dark arts.
dislikes:being ignored, rejection, losing, stuck up girls, cold weather, medicine, old people, herbology class, magical creatures, vegetables, muggle board games, lectures, rules, making mistakes, forgetting things, vegetables, tea.
strengths:creativity, ruthlessness, quick spellcasting, vast knowledge of magic, wand withdrawal, dueling, flying, transfiguration, power of pursuasion.
weaknesses:overconfidence / ego, short temper, recklessness, anything dealing with herbology, hot girls.
veritaserum:jay has tom marvolo riddle's diary in his possession, secretly studies dark magic.
dementor:jay's worst fear is death. he has been told that this is not an uncommon fear, but what people don’t realize is that he fears the death of someone close to him more than he fears death for himself, and they also don’t realize that before his mother past away (worst memory) this was the furthest fear from his mind. reasons for this fear include loneliness, he insists that, that is the greatest form of sadness something that he has yet to be able to over come. the boy understands that without sadness their could not be happiness and without death their could not be life, but it is not something that he has yet allowed himself to accept.
patronus:jay's patronus takes the form of a fox which often symbolizes cunning, skill, and intelligence. it is also often used to represent a person who will use all of his shrewdness, wit, or wisdom, to his own defense. when all that is combined and his personality is considered it is only natural that this would be what he conjured. his best memory was when he was appointed his position on the quidditch team.
sexuality
& relationship status: heterosexual - single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: apollo gaunt, forty four, - - -
mother: abigail langley, forty two, - - -
siblings: ___ gaunt, sixteen, slytherin
others:descendant of salazar slytherin,tom riddle
overall history:jayden cadmus gaunt is the eldest child and a heir of the wealthy apollo gaunt, and the now deceased abigail langley, trophy wife and lady of leisure. he was born on the 20th of October with a full head of brown hair and a silver spoon firmly in his mouth. from a very young age, he understood the beauty of his life of luxury and the privileges he was entitled to. the gaunt manor was fully staffed and his every whim and fancy was well looked after from the word. n fact it has even been rumored that baby jayden's cradle was made of pure gold. however, both he and his parents will tell you that this could not be further from the truth. a langley nor a gaunt would never indulge in anything so vulgar or flamboyantly ostentatious. sure, they had the best money could offer, but such gaudy furnishing were best left for the tasteless nouveau rich saps who felt it was necessary to flaunt their glittery baubles at every opportunity. those types of things were not for the langley / gaunt clan; no they were not only of pure blood but of old money and therefore had class.
jayden was raised as princes, never having to lift a finger on his own accord. maids and nannies alike were always there to insure he would not have to work a day in life. never. which was entirely too fine with him. as he grew, this lack of laboring skills only grew worse. the only reason his grades were kept up so constantly was because of his actual liking for school. it was one of the greatest social parlors of a young man’s life. that’s not to say that he hasn’t occasionally cheated, swindled or bribed to get to the top. however, being raised by a nanny and maid at the family's home in london while apollo did his dirty dealings and abigail attended luncheons and social galas, and while together spent more of their time fighting than anything else left him craving parental attention, love, and approval in everything he did and achieved. unfortunately, more often than not apollo and abigail merely smiled approvingly, patted his head, and gave him whatever fancy toy he wanted and left. it wasn't that they didn't love their son; they simply had more important things to do with their lives. as far as his mother was concerned, she had produced her husband an heir, two as a matter of fact and thus her job was done. surely their sons would appreciate the freedom and liberation they gave them? as the couple recalled, youths hate being stifled and smothered by controlling parents, and so as far as they were concerned, they were being the BEST parents any child could ask for.
the beginnings of jayden’s teenage years were turbulent to say the least. with the introduction to darker and deeper magic that he was first led to believe didn't exist by his mother, he jumped on that horse and started on a cross-country race. after her death, life changed for him. his father started to teach him things, bad things. in which altered his personality in many different ways. around hogwarts, the women took one look at him and fell in love, but he did not act on such petty things as 'falling in love'. the attention and caring showed to him were never truly given back. not to say he beat them or used them, he just never was in the market for a relationship. and more power to them if they thought they could change that.
the year he turned eleven he received his letter from hogwarts, and couldn't have been more thrilled. it was at this point that the first year set out to secure his place in the highest rung of the Academy's social ladder, and actually he has done an excellent job. - outstandingly popular in school now on his last year. dark things are to come for this young man, its his destiny.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: JAY !?
gender: male
age: seventeen
contact: bahamaboy006@yahoo.com
how you found us: proboards support
other characters: none yet.
experience: two years
role play sample:Life was definitely not easier as Piper Kensington, if anything it was twenty-five times harder. People saw her, and thought she had a perfect life, but they only saw what she wanted them to see. They didn’t see the child that had been abandoned by her parents. Left with her grandparents in California, while her parents went on some archeological dig, only remembering she existed on holidays. They didn’t see that because she appeared to have such a perfect life that she was held to much higher standards than most. She didn’t leave the house looking any less than perfect, because perfection is what her family and even her friends demanded, and despite what some may have thought, she hated the idea of disappointing those that she cared most about. The demanded perfection, because many lived vicariously through the brunette ‘Barbie’. She put on a smile, because that is what she had been raised to do, and that is what people still wanted her to do. No one saw that deep down inside, she was still a scared child, wishing on a star, hoping against all odds that fairytales were real, and despite the smile, hope was beginning to dwindle…especially since the accident and the death of Tyler.
'They're fakes' Piper heard her friend say. A small smile played over her delicate features. Of course they were, as if she could expect anything less from Blair. Sure, she was a gorgeous girl, and with P’s help, she dressed like a star, but sometimes, Piper couldn’t help, but roll her eyes, particularly at times when her friend showed that she was a bit fashion challenged. Of course, the tiny brunette had to admit that today was not one of these days. Today her best friend looked amazing. Sure, the shoes were fakes, but they did compliment the dress she was wearing rather nicely, and Miss. Kensington was no Kiersten Westwick, so knock offs could definitely be forgiven if worn appropriately. 'A little like Owen'. Piper rolled her eyes at her friends comment. She hated these stupid fights, she hated them because Blair was her best friend, and so by default she took her side, however, it was made difficult by the fact that Owen was like a brother to her. Sometimes she wished they’d just end it for good. Of course, she knew that if the dysfunctional golden couple did that, things would be uncomfortable for a while, but she was still confident that if that happened, that eventually the two would make nice, and be able to be friends, and if they could do that, well, that would just make Piper Kensington’s not so simple life, a little less complicated…on some days. However, she didn’t hold her breath that this would happen very soon. No, she knew better, if she did that, she would end up dead waiting on them, to finally figure out what she had figured out long ago, but failed to share…they were no good.
Piper sipped at her almost empty French Martini, the waiter that set down the beer, asking if she’d like another, she of course nodding without even a moments thought.
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