Post by Zachary A. Frost on May 7, 2009 7:22:44 GMT -8
Who I Am
Name: Zachary Anastasius Frost
Age: 15yr
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Bloodline: Pureblood
House/Position: Slytherin
Played By: Sabino
Appearance: Black haired with gray-green eyes, he is rather pallor and eerie to look as. A thin, white scar travels from the right of his nose, across his cheek, down his throat and past the shirt collar. He doesn't like to talk about it and will snarl if one if caught staring.
His right ear is pierced (no idea how that happened, he claims). It is rumored he has tattoos under his robes, but he never really says anything about it. The palms of his hands are riddled with tiny scars, he likes to come up with ever more creative answers for them. One of his favorites being, "I touched a mudblood."
Personality:
Cocky, irritable, snappy. Not the social type. Scowls a lot and not nice to look at. He's quite rude, drinks and smokes. He insults woman and picks fights with men. Most commonly found in detention for various pranks and idiotic schemes. He's intelligent, but also rather creepy and harebrained.
He hates owls. He hates the rain. He hates quite a lot of things. He hides the fact that he loves art, creating and viewing. Drawing is his favorite past time though he is extremely careful about being caught doing it. He's sour and bitter, but enjoys watching the sun rise and set as well as misty, cool mornings.
Wand: 11 1/2 Cherry, unicorn hair
Other Magical Devices: None.
Pet: A black rat. Spooky.
History:
Most of his life is shrouded in mystery, mainly because he would like it to be.
He was never the happiest baby, constantly fussy or being a brat. As he grew older his attitude got worse and worse. So at five years of age, his parents sent him off to live with a muggle, to 'set him straight'.
The muggle was an old, old man who owned a tiny art shop in the quiet back districts of a little town in the middle of no-where. He was a kind, gentle muggle with eyes that always smiled and a soft old croak of a voice. He gave Zack his first tablet of heavy drawing paper, some ink, and a few quills that his parents had sent with to use for letters.
So Zack began to draw, moving up to all sorts of mediums, pastels, charcoal, paints. He picked up sculpting at age eight and completely immersed himself in his work. The screaming, bratty tantrum child was no more. In his place was a smiling, happy boy.
Just before his ninth birthday, his parents arrived and whisked him away. Shattering his happy world and destroying everything he gained in the four years spent with the old man.
They were cold, harsh to him. They did not allow him to paint or draw and gave him volume after volume of huge, dusty, old wizarding books to learn, learn, learn. The happy little boy became reclusive, and bitter. He became bad.
When his letter arrived at eleven his family packed him up and stuffed him onto the train without so much as a goodbye. He does not go home on holidays. His mother and father write him on occasion. He mainly receives Howlers for getting in trouble at school.
In-Depth
Likes:
Drawing
Sunrise
Sunset
Quite, cool, foggy mornings
Rats, dogs
Chocolate frogs
Schemes
Breaking rules
Picking fights
Disorder
Silence
Drinking muggle liquor
Smoking
Classical music
Dislikes:
People
Rules
Howlers
Teachers
Classes
Learning
Homework
Talents:
Skilled artist, though he will never admit to it.
Fears/Phobias:
Owls
Poison
Flying
Things that fly
Giants
Ambitions/Goals
Quote; "To get you all to leave me the h*ll alone"
He'd like to be an artist, though he is drawn towards evil.
Family: He hates his family, never talks about them. Inquires are met with a scowl.
Other Things About Me
Patronous (if old enough): Black Great Dane
Relationship to a character from the book? Who?: N/A
Special Abilities (staff permission): N/A
Side (Calderact, Wizard World/Evil, Good): Evil.
Classes (you choose):
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Divination
Herbology
Muggle Studies
Potions
Transfiguration
Password: I read rules
Name: Zachary Anastasius Frost
Age: 15yr
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Bloodline: Pureblood
House/Position: Slytherin
Played By: Sabino
Appearance: Black haired with gray-green eyes, he is rather pallor and eerie to look as. A thin, white scar travels from the right of his nose, across his cheek, down his throat and past the shirt collar. He doesn't like to talk about it and will snarl if one if caught staring.
His right ear is pierced (no idea how that happened, he claims). It is rumored he has tattoos under his robes, but he never really says anything about it. The palms of his hands are riddled with tiny scars, he likes to come up with ever more creative answers for them. One of his favorites being, "I touched a mudblood."
Personality:
Cocky, irritable, snappy. Not the social type. Scowls a lot and not nice to look at. He's quite rude, drinks and smokes. He insults woman and picks fights with men. Most commonly found in detention for various pranks and idiotic schemes. He's intelligent, but also rather creepy and harebrained.
He hates owls. He hates the rain. He hates quite a lot of things. He hides the fact that he loves art, creating and viewing. Drawing is his favorite past time though he is extremely careful about being caught doing it. He's sour and bitter, but enjoys watching the sun rise and set as well as misty, cool mornings.
Wand: 11 1/2 Cherry, unicorn hair
Other Magical Devices: None.
Pet: A black rat. Spooky.
History:
Most of his life is shrouded in mystery, mainly because he would like it to be.
He was never the happiest baby, constantly fussy or being a brat. As he grew older his attitude got worse and worse. So at five years of age, his parents sent him off to live with a muggle, to 'set him straight'.
The muggle was an old, old man who owned a tiny art shop in the quiet back districts of a little town in the middle of no-where. He was a kind, gentle muggle with eyes that always smiled and a soft old croak of a voice. He gave Zack his first tablet of heavy drawing paper, some ink, and a few quills that his parents had sent with to use for letters.
So Zack began to draw, moving up to all sorts of mediums, pastels, charcoal, paints. He picked up sculpting at age eight and completely immersed himself in his work. The screaming, bratty tantrum child was no more. In his place was a smiling, happy boy.
Just before his ninth birthday, his parents arrived and whisked him away. Shattering his happy world and destroying everything he gained in the four years spent with the old man.
They were cold, harsh to him. They did not allow him to paint or draw and gave him volume after volume of huge, dusty, old wizarding books to learn, learn, learn. The happy little boy became reclusive, and bitter. He became bad.
When his letter arrived at eleven his family packed him up and stuffed him onto the train without so much as a goodbye. He does not go home on holidays. His mother and father write him on occasion. He mainly receives Howlers for getting in trouble at school.
In-Depth
Likes:
Drawing
Sunrise
Sunset
Quite, cool, foggy mornings
Rats, dogs
Chocolate frogs
Schemes
Breaking rules
Picking fights
Disorder
Silence
Drinking muggle liquor
Smoking
Classical music
Dislikes:
People
Rules
Howlers
Teachers
Classes
Learning
Homework
Talents:
Skilled artist, though he will never admit to it.
Fears/Phobias:
Owls
Poison
Flying
Things that fly
Giants
Ambitions/Goals
Quote; "To get you all to leave me the h*ll alone"
He'd like to be an artist, though he is drawn towards evil.
Family: He hates his family, never talks about them. Inquires are met with a scowl.
Other Things About Me
Patronous (if old enough): Black Great Dane
Relationship to a character from the book? Who?: N/A
Special Abilities (staff permission): N/A
Side (Calderact, Wizard World/Evil, Good): Evil.
Classes (you choose):
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Divination
Herbology
Muggle Studies
Potions
Transfiguration
Password: I read rules
