Post by Jarrod on Aug 6, 2009 12:50:39 GMT -5
Ximun Lucien Gates
Xim
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name
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Full Name: Ximun Lucien Gates
Nickname(s): Xim
Canon or OC? Original Character
Age: 16
Birth date: October Thirtieth, Nineteen Ninety Six
Year: 6
House: Slytherin
Heritage: Russian, German
You Follow:
No One.
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: 15 inch, willow wand with a runespoor fang core.
Broom: None
Pet: None
Play-By: Drew Roy
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
- Quidditch, a real man's sport.
- Girls. What guy doesn't?
- School. My grades are extremely important to me.
- Family. Without them, you are nothing.
- True Friends. They always have my back, no matter what.
- Dark Magic. It has always been an interest of mine.
- Firewhiskey. Yummy stuff.
- Hogwarts. Although Durmstrang would be better suited for me. No girls to deal with.
- Durmstrang. It's really to bad my mum didn't let me go there.
- Playing Piano. I have a Modus H11 digital keyboard back home.
- Playing my Fender Stratocaster. I'm pretty good too.
Dislikes:
- Idiots. And I mean the sort of people who are my age, and don't know a simple levitation spell.
- Competition. I aim to win, not lose.
- Muggle Studies. I'm not sure why though.
- Homework. Who does?
- Losing. I just hate it.
- Complainers. I don't need to hear anyone's problems.
- Gryffindors. Bunch of pride-filled morons, if you ask me.
Amortentia:
- Sunscreen
- Vanilla
- Lilacs
- Gasoline. Weird, I know but it smells good.
Boggart:
Ahh those evil little boggarts. Mine turned into a dementor. It was too horrible, so I turned it into a checkered tablecloth. In my fourth year at Hogwarts, the Headmaster thought it would be wise to have dementors wander around the school for "protection" against You-Know-Who. Well I bumped into one, and it attacked me. Good think I knew how to cast a patronus, or I would have been Kissed.
Patronus:
My partronus is a Toad. Most may see this as a humiliating patronus. I mean how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of evil with a toad... come on. But this patronus is far from a joke; its wisdom surpasses all, giving it a tactical advantage. And by using its massive and adhesive tongue it can spit it out at the enemy and suck it in, making your nemesis’s come to you. Then subsequently swallows them... thus absorbing there power and saving the day. Not a wise patronus to mess with!
Strengths:
- Quidditch
- Being myself
- Arithmancy
- Flirting
- Being deceptive
- Hexes
- Curses
- Any sort of Dark Magic
Weaknesses:
- Divination. Trelawney tells me that my "aura" never shows. Whatever... Bitch
- Break-ups. It's hard to tell a girl you don't want to be with them anymore.
- Dealing with criers. I hate it when people cry. It's kind of sad.
- Defense Against the Dark Arts.
- Herbology. Who cares about stupid plants?
- Charms. Stupid girlish little spells.
Personality: Depending on his mood, Ximun can range from the lovable nice guy, to the hated bully. On an average day, Ximun is an all around nice person. If your rude to him, expect him to be rude back, and maybe throw a hex at you. Most of his bitterness comes from the hatred he held in as a child.
a p p e a r a n c e
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Complexion: Slightly Tanned
Height: Six Feet, Two Inches
Weight: 137 pounds
Build: Athletic, fairly skinny.
Unique Features: None.
h i s t o r y
Family:
Mother: Xenon Laura Maddigan. Former Slytherin
Father: Before he was murdered, Thomas James Gates. Former Ravenclaw
Brothers: None
Sisters: Roxxanne Autumn Gates. Currently in Hufflepuff.
History:
I was born in Exeter, England. Both of my parents attended Hogwarts as well. My father was a Slytherin, and my mother was a Ravenclaw, both of pureblood status of course. In only the fifth year of my life, my father was brutally murdered in front of me. Ever since then, I have vowed to track down the killer, and destroy him. So far, I have been unsuccessful, but I will not give up until I preform the Killing Curse on the man who murdered my father.
My sister, Roxxanne, was born two years after me. She didn't acquire her magic until she was thirteen. What an embarrassment on my family if she would have been a squib. Unfortunately, I have to deal with her bratty attitude daily, because she attends Hogwarts as well. Wonderful. The first time she slips up though mum is sending her ass to Beauxbatons. Sadly,That would be the day that Merpeople live on land. Roxxanne is at the top of her class, I think.
Despite my horrid childhood, my life has been nothing less than good. I was accepted both at Hogwarts, and Durmstrang when I was eleven years old. Reluctantly, I chose Hogwarts, because my mother and father both attended that school. Durmstrang would have been more civilized, though. Can you believe the idiots they let in this place?!
o t h e r
Orientation: Straight as a pin.
Currently Likes: Alexis Erin Vynnick. (With a Passion)
Turn Offs:
- Messiness. I can't stand it
- Rudeness. Go find someone else to bitch at. Really.
- Girls who's brains are the size of a peanut. I would like someone to have an intelligent conversation with.
Turn Ons:
- Beauty
- Intelligence
- Cleanliness
- Girls who aren't afraid to push me around a bit.
Secrets:
- I convinced the sorting hat to shuffle me in Slytherin my first year. He said I should have been in Ravenclaw.
- I've ignored several summons to the Ministry of Magic, on charges of underage wizardry.
- I've used the Killing Curse.
- I had one brother who was a Squib. Mom put him up for adoption.
- I'm in love with another student.
a b o u t y o u
Hiya! My name is Jarrod and I've been on this earth for 14 years. My character is Ximun Lucien Gates and you can contact me through sending me a PM. I have been role playing for roughly three years.
r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
For about the seventh time today, Ximun had made his way into an unused classroom. He had been going to an old music room, that was full of instruments like violins, different arrays of horns, and a large, solid white grand piano.
Ximun had been practicing his piano playing in this room from the time he had found it, almost five years ago. He had taught himself to play, because it was seldom that anyone had found the old room.
Opening the door quietly, he went inside. He lit the many candles with his wand, and then sat on the bench of the piano. He lifted the cover off of the keys, and lay his hands on them.
Trying not to be extremely loud, he began to play. The sound emanating from the piano was gorgeous, and would certainly draw in someone if they had heard him. Hopefully that wouldn't happen, though. Ximun had come to this room to have some private time to himself.
Smiling at his talent as he pressed down on the marble white and dark wooden keys, he suddenly stopped as he heard the door open.
"W-Who's there?" He said, drawing his wand from his pants pocket. He said a silent prayer to himself that it wasn't someone who would harm him. He had a big Quidditch practice tomorrow, and he couldn't miss it.
"Show yourself!" He said, as the shadowy figure approached him. The figure went behind him and clasped their hands over his eyes. "Guess who Big Bad Ximun?" The female voice teased.
Ximun started to laugh. It was more of a nervous laugh, then anything. "Roxxanne, shouldn't you be studying or something?" He asked, removing his sisters hands from his face and turning around to face her. "You know, you shouldn't be here. I was busy practicing." HE said returning to the white piano.
