Post by kelranox on Feb 10, 2012 8:56:11 GMT
drake louis mortenson
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: drake louis mortenson
nicknames: none
birthday: march seventeenth
age: twenty two
house/school: gryffindor
alliance: neutral
blood status: half
occupation: pianist
face claim: bo burnham
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes: magic
piano
comedy
soccer
being alone
dislikes: ignorance
his father
alcohol
hogwarts
muggles
strengths: piano
soccer
magic
circumnavigating the intellect of others
weaknesses: drake often lets anger and fear take advantage of him in most situations without thinking things through
he can’t drop issues from the past and instead lets them corrupt his present lifestyle
another weakness is that he can’t actually read music, rather he learns by ear
boggart: his mother dying
patronus: his mom teaching him piano/fox
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual/single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
[/size]ill make your head burn - - -[/center]
father: deceased
mother: deceased
siblings: none
others: none
overall history:
• Origin
• Childhood
• Realization Of Magical Affinity
• Entry Into Hogwarts
• Mother’s Death
• Grade Declination and Bitterness
• Father’s Death and Present Day
I. Origin
Drake Louis Mortenson was born in Liverpool, Merseyside UK to his father, Mark Mortenson and his mother, Julia Mortenson. His father was an archaeologist, while his mother tended to duties around the house. Given that Mark lacked any magical abilities, while his wife was magically inclined, Drake was born a half-blood. The birth itself alarmed Drake’s father, considering he wanted to retire early, but this idea was abandoned with the premiere of a new family member. Mark expressed his frustration to Julia, whom wasn’t particularly pleased with this news.
II. Childhood
Drake’s early childhood consisted of his father being quite neglectful, while his mother catered to his every need. Mark had made a habit of using his time at work as a scapegoat for how often he would neglect Drake. While he wasn’t at home as often as his wife, he’d throw himself in front of his TV and completely deject the outside world. Julia’s close knit relationship with her son resulted in his becoming softer. She introduced him to piano, which he took to immediately. Though she thought to teach him music theory, Drake seemed to learn better by ear and as such, he embraced that route.
As musically intuitive as Drake was becoming, Mark sought out to expose an interest of his to Drake, namely Soccer. Even though it was a considerably rough sport, Drake took to it without a hitch. At a certain point, it cut into Drake’s piano sessions, so his mother decided to create a schedule for him. This schedule allowed for an optimal experience with either venture, though Mark’s intention to steal Drake away from his musical lifestyle was ruined because of this. This was yet another situation that saw Mark complaining to his wife about something she didn’t declare an issue.
III. Realization of Magical Affinity
At the age of eight, Julia informed her son that he harbored magical abilities. Of course, he didn’t quite understand what she meant by ‘magical abilities’ but he was told that he’d understand it properly in a few years. This was just a portion of information that Drake chose to overlook, assuming his mother was joking with him to encourage his ability with the piano, as well as Soccer. The boy’s father was averse to his son having been born with such blood because he considered it a detachment of sorts.
IV. Entry Into Hogwarts
Time had finally come for Drake to venture off to Hogwarts and polish his abilities, just like his mother before him. Julia couldn’t be more proud of him, whereas Mark saw it as refreshing. This conflicting polarity resulted in many an argument at their household and since Drake had moved, Mark saw this as very shyan opportunity to be much louder and crude. Of course, none of this resulted in violence as Mark understood Julia was more than capable of defending herself.
For his primary years at Hogwarts, Drake’s attitude at home carried over. He was a shy individual, yet had a great work ethic. Often enough, he’d write home detailing how well his classes were going and how similar everything was to how his mom remembered. His father was aware of him having written letters and Julia even encouraged him to read them, yet he declined and continued his nasty habit which formed after a month or so of arguing; drinking. His constant inebriated state resulted in his being deterred from exploring dig sites, leaving Julia to tend to his now broken life.
V. Mother’s Death
The day after Drake’s fifteenth birthday, he happened upon a letter that informed him that his mother had been stricken with a rapid illness unknown to the muggle world. Given that the disease saw no sign of slowing down with the medicine provided, she explained to Drake that she had a slim chance of survival. Those she had befriended from Hogwarts didn’t live remotely close enough to ward off the disease in a timely manner, so she used this letter as a means of saying goodbye to her son.
The last section of the letter read as follows: You’re an amazing boy, Drake. Your knowledge of magic is so far advanced beyond my own abilities when I started out. Not only that, but you made enough time to improve on piano and with Soccer as well. People could learn from your level of dedication and I know you’ll be successful with whatever career you choose. Don’t ever change the way you are, Drake. I love you.
Saddened and shocked by this news, Drake pleaded with the headmaster to save his mom from whatever illness she was plagued with. However, it didn’t seem his interest was pointed in that direction. Confused by this response, Drake was overcome with feelings of hate and resentment. Nobody in the common room understood his plight, for they rarely spoke with him and as such, didn’t know him that well. The nastier sort identified his crying as an excuse to laugh at him just once more.
The following day, Drake received a letter informing him of his mother’s death. For the first time in his life, he felt cold and alone.
VI. Grade Declination and Bitterness
Ever since news of Drake’s mother’s death had gotten to him, he stopped paying attention in class and often enough stopped going to the earlier ones. Not only that, but he had become cynical and attacked classmates or even professors verbally. As clever as he was, he managed to corner professor’s with his intellect on some occasions, resulting in his being sent to detention on more than one occasion. Drake even provoked girls into crying in some situations. Even though he had become bitter his ability with Soccer, Piano and magic sustained. While he did ignore classes for the most part, he studied spells on his own time.
VII. Father’s Death and Present Day
On holiday break of Drake’s sixth year at Hogwarts, he came home to find his father dead. It appeared that he had passed away just a few days prior to Drake having arrived. The cause was inevitably alcohol poisoning. The troubled youth was actually quite relieved to see that the primary terror in his life had been relinquished of a heartbeat. Of course, without any parentals at home he couldn’t stay at home for this break or any future break.
Drake’s resentment of Hogwarts lasted throughout his eighteenth birthday, which didn’t see a graduation due to his grades, rather he decided to drop out. Given that he was of the proper age and he had in fact inherited his family’s savings, he was well enough on his own for at least a short while. Utilizing his skill on the piano, he decided to play wherever he would be allowed and luckily for him, he was quite advanced enough to earn a decent living with doing so. However, given his track of record of cynicism, many of the bar patrons that attended his show rarely attempted to converse with him after shows. His distaste for Hogwarts would last to this very day.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
[/size]you had never met me - - - - - -[/center]
name/alias: Raggedy halter top, or Zach
gender: Male
age: 22
contact: MSN: Jordison01@gmail.com
how you found us: How did I find you? How did you find me?
other characters: None
experience: Eight years or so
role play sample:Time had passed, and my years spent at Hogwarts had gone rather unnoticed. Which I didn't necessarily mind, nor consider unfair. I typically flew under the radar for most occasions. Being the center of attention was never my fashion. When all eyes gravitated toward me, I often felt nervous and deviated away from my own personality, disallowing a response or statement in which felt normal and familiar to me. This would lead to the false judgment of others, as well as misconceptions regarding my lifestyle and personality.
So, I suppose you could say I had my own reasons for acting as I did. Academically, I'd say I was well within the average students, dwelling on the median. Of course, if I chose to study for obscene amounts of time, I'd be much better off. However, I often found myself slacking in most aspects of academia. As long as I slated by, everything seemed fine. Though, this was quite odd, because I carried myself as an intellectual amongst everyone else, yet my grades said otherwise.
My parents are well aware of my progress, so it's not as though I'm keeping this information hidden. I write to them quite often, explaining my time here. They've listed several suggestions in which would help me utilize a better experience here. Ranging from partaking in conversations with people I don't know, trying out for my respective Quidditch team and so as to deviate from my sedentary lifestyle even further, be a bit louder. Anyone that has been within my proximity will repeat proof of my quiet nature.
It wouldn't seem strange for anyone so young to read out advice from his parents. However, I'm sixteen and am in my sixth year. You could say it's a tad pathetic, and you'd be partly right. Anyway, I digress. The year had just begun and I saw myself filing into the Great Hall behind the small portion of students that saw themselves off the train before I.
Pouring in one after the other, I finally managed to reach the proper table respective to *insert House name* and sat. Now, some would be most inclined to seek out someone of which they knew personally, around their proximity and begin conversing. However, I wasn't that guy. During my time here, I hadn't taken the time to make any friends. Anti-sociable? Awkward? Scared? Well, I suppose you could pepper all of those traits on me. Not one more than any of the others, though.
I gazed up at the professors as they analyzed the newer faces amongst our groups. It must be hard for certain professors at this time each year. Being forced to concoct a new speech that is familiar in the understanding that it's informative and descriptive, while being new, so as not to bore anyone more than they already were. Or perhaps I spend far too much time focusing on that which is unnecessary...maybe my parents were right? Who knows.
Taking the time to lean back a tad, so as to stretch my arms, I had a mini panic attack as my hands instinctively grabbed onto the table's edge. I would have completely fallen back and caused myself to look even more childish than I already was, especially after muttering an expletive under my breath, of which I thought was so quiet and condensed, that nobody heard it. I stand corrected on that matter.
Those of which were within my general vicinity turned toward me and began laughing. Though, it wasn't an hysterical laughter in which even a professor would have no chance of silencing, more-so one that was escaping from one's mouth, yet mean to. I suppose the situation was funnier, considering I rarely spoke to anyone and always had perfect posture. Well, this occasion rears it's ugly head for everyone at one time or another, does it not?
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