Post by Zaid Fatho on Oct 23, 2006 16:05:11 GMT
The Bare Minimum:
Character Name (full) - Zaid Benjamin Fatho
Nickname - Zaidy
Age - 26
D.O.B. - 09.18.1980
School Year - (7, 8, 9, 10, 11, lower 6th [12], upper 6th [13]) None - I want to teach English please!
Family Tree:
Dad’s Name - Alphie
Mum’s Name - Tara
Any Siblings? - Nope, zilch!
If so, do they attend the school? - I just said no ...
Hometown - Cardiff Wales
Heritage - European (welsh and English)
Appearances can be deceiving:
Eye colour - Brown
Hair colour - Brown
Build - Muscular
Height - 6'2
Distinctive Features - Glasses, Monobrow
Anything else? - Nada
About You:
Personality - (minimum 4 sentences)He tends to be extremely quiet and keeps to himself. He can open up to people once he feels completely comfortable around them, but he tends to be very solemn, or at least seems to put off as if he is. He is caring for other people. He likes to please others, even if it means failing himself.
Like/Dislikes - Harry Potter, sci-fi, reading, eating, watching films.
History - (minimum 4 sentences) Zaid was born in Cardiff in Wales and has lived there all his life. His mother and father were both doctors before they died. He was raised as a normal child (although he had a lot of money and was very rich). He had many friends and got top marks in every subject he took for his A-Levels (which are a British thing by the way.)
RP stats:
How long have you been RPing for? - about 2 years
How would you rate your RP skills? - intermediate
Sample RP - (as long or short as you like; NB: doesn’t have to be an essay! I’m, looking for quality not quantity)
It was another one of those fairly cool days at Hogwarts, and the twenty-nine-year old Care of Magical Creatures professor had chosen to be on the grounds. She wanted to get to know the place since it was completely new to her, after all. She had just arrived there late that previous night, and now it was fairly early in the morning, a Saturday, of course. The cool winds of the fall season were already starting to sweep through, rustling the branches and leaves of the trees as well as the jackets and hair of those outside. Isabel was no acception. Her massive amount of waves were blowing across her face madly and into her eyes, though she was ignoring it as she walked slowly, a bit of a bounce in each step that probably would have been considered a strut. A sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she looked up at the clear, cloudless blue sky, no expression on her face. Her eyes had much expression in them thoughh--mostly of enthusiasm. She was glad to be there at Hogwarts and finally able to teach about something that she liked--magical creatures.
Though she was Muggleborn, Isabel tended to have a knack for the magical creatures over those in the Muggle world. Sure, they had their special qualities, but there was more to those in the magical world. A simple bird that most would mistake for some sort of tropical Muggle bird had a charm that would drive one insane, which is why it had a silencing charm placed upon it. The Dodo was not actually extinct, but instead, it was able to change itself invisible. Those were just the simple wonders of magic and things that concerned it.
Isabel's dark eyes scanned the grounds as she brought them from the sky, which had previously reflected the blue coloring in them. She looked at the few trees on the actual grounds and then across in the way of the Forbidden Forest. Hogwarts was beautiful--she had to give it that--but she was never going to say that it was more beautiful than the beaches and amazing city lights of her first ever home in Barranquilla. She would simply not admit it.
A small smile passed the woman's lips, causing her cheeks to lift upwards. She was thinking of her new job and how much she had done in order to accomplish is. She had done a lot of work trying to get where she was as a person that was employed. Finally, she had what she wanted--to be a teacher. Her trying had paid off.
As another bit of breeze blew across the silent grounds, Isabel felt the wind in her hair and heard the sound of song birds chirping a beautiful song. Out of temptation, she started to hum along with them, finding that their small tunes made a semi-familiar song that she knew--or at least she thought she did. She hummed as she walked across the grounds some more; her hum eventually changed to an actual song. Finally, when she started singing the words, she realized what song it was. Why the birds were chirping that song, she had no idea, but they were. It was the national anthem of her home country--Colombia. And, with that tune in mind, Isabel sang in a very triumphant voice though it was nice loud. Her voice was girlish and sweet and carried the melody perfectly, reaching the perfect pitch each time.
"Oh gloria inmarcesible
Oh jubilo inmortal
En surcos de dolores
El bien germina ya
Ceso la horrible noche
La libertad sublime
Derrama las auroras
De su invencible luz
La humanidad enterna
Que entre cadenas gime
Comprende las palabras
Del que murio en la cruz"
After finishing that, she looked around, hoping that no one had been around to hear her. She was truly hoping that no one had. She knew that she had a beautiful voice and overall great vocal skills, but she did not want people to think of her as odd if they were to hear her singing in her native language. She cared a lot about her reputation at first, though, over time, that would wear off, and she would sing in front of anyone and everyone in whatever language she pleased.
Coming to a nice, warm clearning, Isabel looked across the lake and saw the sun rising gently over the water to the east. She smiled and decided that a seating arrangement might be in order. So, lowering herself to the ground, she sat on the cool, somewhat damp earth and looked at the east side of the lake as the sun rose into the sky, causing an immense amount of pinks, purples, reds, and oranges to illuminate the sky. Another light breeze blew and ruffled Isabel's hair as well as her radiant orange skirt that she had decided to wear despite the fact that it was rather cold to her. She was used to it now, though, so it made no difference. As the sun set, she kicked off her flip-flop like shoes and sat them beside her, continuing to watch the large balloon of fire rise against the blue sky.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she thought about the many times she had watched the sun rising and falling. They had each been with someone that she loved dearly. Her first recollection of watching the sun rise was with her grandmother in Colombia and then again once they had moved to Spain shortly after the death of her oldest sister, Patricia. Isabel looked down at her hand that she had rested against the cool ground and stared at it blankly, thinking of how much she missed her grandmother. She sighed again and then felt a light amount of water coming to her eyes. She fought it back and bit her lower lip as she usually did, looking back up at the colorful sky. She knew that she would be doing this often, just hopefully without shedding tears.
As thoughts swarmed through her head, she recalled a memory of she and Antonio her ex-boyfriend watching the sun rise in Spain where they had met. Actually, that had been the day that they met, which upset her even more. They had both thought that they would last forever, but it was obvious where that dream had been lost. Isabel heaved a sigh and fought back more memories that she knew would eventually fall from her in the form of tears and pain.
Isabel felt her lips going dry, so she licked them lightly and then allowed her mouth to remain slightly opened as her tongue touched the back of her lower teeth. Her dark eyes scanned the sky, apparently searching for some sort of answer as to why these memories came back to haunt her. The sky made her eyes look green-colored, though, they were still their natual dark brown. Her skin was also illuminated by the sunlight, which made it look more natural and rich than it did when she was in the really bright light or really dark of darkness. Her skin looked really smooth and silky, much like some sort of silk dress or bed sheets.
Silence fell upon the grounds once more; no birds were chirping. The only noise that would be heard, if at all, would be the noise of the water rushing against the lush, green-yellow ground or the sound of the wind blowing against the trees and through the leaves and branches. Occasionally, Isabel would sigh, but that was not heard over the water and wind. She was starting to get lonely as she sat there alone near the lake on the grounds. She wished, very greatly, that someone would soon accompany her in the early morning hours of the day so that she would no longer be bored. She knew no one, though she wanted to. That was on thing she hated about being new to a place--you usually did not know a single person or place. What could she do, though? It was not her fault that she was an alien in the United Kingdom in both the Muggle and the Magical worlds, which she was apart of each.
And Lastly:
Your Name - Tiger Nowen
Have you read the rules? - nope, not at all. Just kidding, yes.
Do you agree to keep them? - Yes
Where did you hear about us? - Magical Purpose
Character Name (full) - Zaid Benjamin Fatho
Nickname - Zaidy
Age - 26
D.O.B. - 09.18.1980
School Year - (7, 8, 9, 10, 11, lower 6th [12], upper 6th [13]) None - I want to teach English please!
Family Tree:
Dad’s Name - Alphie
Mum’s Name - Tara
Any Siblings? - Nope, zilch!
If so, do they attend the school? - I just said no ...
Hometown - Cardiff Wales
Heritage - European (welsh and English)
Appearances can be deceiving:
Eye colour - Brown
Hair colour - Brown
Build - Muscular
Height - 6'2
Distinctive Features - Glasses, Monobrow
Anything else? - Nada
About You:
Personality - (minimum 4 sentences)He tends to be extremely quiet and keeps to himself. He can open up to people once he feels completely comfortable around them, but he tends to be very solemn, or at least seems to put off as if he is. He is caring for other people. He likes to please others, even if it means failing himself.
Like/Dislikes - Harry Potter, sci-fi, reading, eating, watching films.
History - (minimum 4 sentences) Zaid was born in Cardiff in Wales and has lived there all his life. His mother and father were both doctors before they died. He was raised as a normal child (although he had a lot of money and was very rich). He had many friends and got top marks in every subject he took for his A-Levels (which are a British thing by the way.)
RP stats:
How long have you been RPing for? - about 2 years
How would you rate your RP skills? - intermediate
Sample RP - (as long or short as you like; NB: doesn’t have to be an essay! I’m, looking for quality not quantity)
It was another one of those fairly cool days at Hogwarts, and the twenty-nine-year old Care of Magical Creatures professor had chosen to be on the grounds. She wanted to get to know the place since it was completely new to her, after all. She had just arrived there late that previous night, and now it was fairly early in the morning, a Saturday, of course. The cool winds of the fall season were already starting to sweep through, rustling the branches and leaves of the trees as well as the jackets and hair of those outside. Isabel was no acception. Her massive amount of waves were blowing across her face madly and into her eyes, though she was ignoring it as she walked slowly, a bit of a bounce in each step that probably would have been considered a strut. A sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she looked up at the clear, cloudless blue sky, no expression on her face. Her eyes had much expression in them thoughh--mostly of enthusiasm. She was glad to be there at Hogwarts and finally able to teach about something that she liked--magical creatures.
Though she was Muggleborn, Isabel tended to have a knack for the magical creatures over those in the Muggle world. Sure, they had their special qualities, but there was more to those in the magical world. A simple bird that most would mistake for some sort of tropical Muggle bird had a charm that would drive one insane, which is why it had a silencing charm placed upon it. The Dodo was not actually extinct, but instead, it was able to change itself invisible. Those were just the simple wonders of magic and things that concerned it.
Isabel's dark eyes scanned the grounds as she brought them from the sky, which had previously reflected the blue coloring in them. She looked at the few trees on the actual grounds and then across in the way of the Forbidden Forest. Hogwarts was beautiful--she had to give it that--but she was never going to say that it was more beautiful than the beaches and amazing city lights of her first ever home in Barranquilla. She would simply not admit it.
A small smile passed the woman's lips, causing her cheeks to lift upwards. She was thinking of her new job and how much she had done in order to accomplish is. She had done a lot of work trying to get where she was as a person that was employed. Finally, she had what she wanted--to be a teacher. Her trying had paid off.
As another bit of breeze blew across the silent grounds, Isabel felt the wind in her hair and heard the sound of song birds chirping a beautiful song. Out of temptation, she started to hum along with them, finding that their small tunes made a semi-familiar song that she knew--or at least she thought she did. She hummed as she walked across the grounds some more; her hum eventually changed to an actual song. Finally, when she started singing the words, she realized what song it was. Why the birds were chirping that song, she had no idea, but they were. It was the national anthem of her home country--Colombia. And, with that tune in mind, Isabel sang in a very triumphant voice though it was nice loud. Her voice was girlish and sweet and carried the melody perfectly, reaching the perfect pitch each time.
"Oh gloria inmarcesible
Oh jubilo inmortal
En surcos de dolores
El bien germina ya
Ceso la horrible noche
La libertad sublime
Derrama las auroras
De su invencible luz
La humanidad enterna
Que entre cadenas gime
Comprende las palabras
Del que murio en la cruz"
After finishing that, she looked around, hoping that no one had been around to hear her. She was truly hoping that no one had. She knew that she had a beautiful voice and overall great vocal skills, but she did not want people to think of her as odd if they were to hear her singing in her native language. She cared a lot about her reputation at first, though, over time, that would wear off, and she would sing in front of anyone and everyone in whatever language she pleased.
Coming to a nice, warm clearning, Isabel looked across the lake and saw the sun rising gently over the water to the east. She smiled and decided that a seating arrangement might be in order. So, lowering herself to the ground, she sat on the cool, somewhat damp earth and looked at the east side of the lake as the sun rose into the sky, causing an immense amount of pinks, purples, reds, and oranges to illuminate the sky. Another light breeze blew and ruffled Isabel's hair as well as her radiant orange skirt that she had decided to wear despite the fact that it was rather cold to her. She was used to it now, though, so it made no difference. As the sun set, she kicked off her flip-flop like shoes and sat them beside her, continuing to watch the large balloon of fire rise against the blue sky.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she thought about the many times she had watched the sun rising and falling. They had each been with someone that she loved dearly. Her first recollection of watching the sun rise was with her grandmother in Colombia and then again once they had moved to Spain shortly after the death of her oldest sister, Patricia. Isabel looked down at her hand that she had rested against the cool ground and stared at it blankly, thinking of how much she missed her grandmother. She sighed again and then felt a light amount of water coming to her eyes. She fought it back and bit her lower lip as she usually did, looking back up at the colorful sky. She knew that she would be doing this often, just hopefully without shedding tears.
As thoughts swarmed through her head, she recalled a memory of she and Antonio her ex-boyfriend watching the sun rise in Spain where they had met. Actually, that had been the day that they met, which upset her even more. They had both thought that they would last forever, but it was obvious where that dream had been lost. Isabel heaved a sigh and fought back more memories that she knew would eventually fall from her in the form of tears and pain.
Isabel felt her lips going dry, so she licked them lightly and then allowed her mouth to remain slightly opened as her tongue touched the back of her lower teeth. Her dark eyes scanned the sky, apparently searching for some sort of answer as to why these memories came back to haunt her. The sky made her eyes look green-colored, though, they were still their natual dark brown. Her skin was also illuminated by the sunlight, which made it look more natural and rich than it did when she was in the really bright light or really dark of darkness. Her skin looked really smooth and silky, much like some sort of silk dress or bed sheets.
Silence fell upon the grounds once more; no birds were chirping. The only noise that would be heard, if at all, would be the noise of the water rushing against the lush, green-yellow ground or the sound of the wind blowing against the trees and through the leaves and branches. Occasionally, Isabel would sigh, but that was not heard over the water and wind. She was starting to get lonely as she sat there alone near the lake on the grounds. She wished, very greatly, that someone would soon accompany her in the early morning hours of the day so that she would no longer be bored. She knew no one, though she wanted to. That was on thing she hated about being new to a place--you usually did not know a single person or place. What could she do, though? It was not her fault that she was an alien in the United Kingdom in both the Muggle and the Magical worlds, which she was apart of each.
And Lastly:
Your Name - Tiger Nowen
Have you read the rules? - nope, not at all. Just kidding, yes.
Do you agree to keep them? - Yes
Where did you hear about us? - Magical Purpose
