Post by ALISTAIR XAVIER SELWYN on Nov 19, 2012 13:22:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] ALISTAIR X. SELWYN  full name: alistair xavier selwyn canon or orginial: canon age: seventeen year: seventh house: slytherin blood: pureblood wand: 12in, basalisk fang, willow patronus: crow boggart: alistair fears his interest and love for dark magic. he fears that he will one day be consumed by it and turn out to be someone that he doesn't want to be .. though he feels as if its his destiny. erised: alistair sees himself performing dark magic in attempts to create his own unique spell. birth place: london, england ------------------------------------------------- it was a little bit of a surprise when alistair popped out of the womb on a rather rainy december night, as the Selwyns had actually been expecting a girl. not that it was a problem, exactly, but they’d already decorated his bedroom pink and picked out a lovely name for their darling little girl.instead, alistair xavier selwyn came into the world and immediately started bawling his eyes out. the problem of the room was soon sorted out and the three of them settled into their home, a purist family of old money. it wasn’t long before alistair found himself with a companion – his little sister, ophelia, instantly the perfect tug toy and something to chew on when alistair's teeth were beginning to hurt. much like he’d been noisy from birth, alistair was already proving he could be a real nuisance, and even though he was already settling into his role as protective big brother by the time he was old enough to realise chewing on her was bad, he was also happily settling into the role of being her biggest annoyance too. he loved to play with her, but would often change the game and start tickling her or trying to pick her up when she didn’t want to be bothered, unfortunately, a lot has changed since then. when he was about five, his uncle thought it was a sound idea to demonstrate how a broom worked to his first nephew. alistair enjoyed watching his uncle playing quidditch with the family at his grandma's house, and now that he knew how to make a broom work, he could practice in secret and join his uncle too .. and so it was one warm summer’s afternoon, when everyone were busy with his sister in the garden, that alistair snuck off and grabbed his father’s broom out of the basement. he was pretty lucky, as far as such things go – his father had noticed the lack of noise from his eldest child and started looking for him, stumbling across the little boy just as he’d managed to get hovering in the air, much higher than he should have been able to go. his dad’s cry of surprise and worry made him turn round and alistair found himself flying through the air, but not how he ever wanted to – he fell off the broom. mr. selwyn caught the little boy, who instantly started crying ( more so out of fear than pain ) and clinging to the man’s jumper, and everything was okay. alistair was in trouble for a good week, but the family had discovered something important – the boy was pretty reckless. he’d actually kind of enjoyed his little trip down and hadn’t really realized how badly it could have gone, desperately wanting to try it again. it was his first thrill and it wasn’t something he’d ever forget. alistair first displayed magic when he was nine, causing the family fish, briggs, to explode when he thought he was dead. this probably should have been enough to warn everyone off leaving him with animals in the future, but ophelia wanted a cat and so the devastation continued. alistair thought it would be a good idea to test one of his cousin's little pranks on the cat, resulting in singeing off most of its hair, making it rather mad and thus led to alistair being scratched up badly by the little fiend. alistair and the cat have avoided each other ever since, and he's never been allowed a pet. his father honestly found it all funny, but his mother was furious. the kids grew up and alistair turned eleven, finally getting his hogwarts letter. to say he was excited was probably an understatement – he ran around the house the moment he got his letter, pulling out some clothes and his favorite book, trying to pack so he was ready for september. the boy missed his parents and sister while he was away, but he was also so excited by this new adventure that he didn’t feel too homesick. he sent letters home constantly, detailing all the amazing things he saw and did at school ( often omitting when he got into trouble; the teachers sent letters home for him in those events ) and he spent the term breaks telling his sister scare stories, just to see if he could freak her out. his favorite was to come up with an increasingly elaborate way of being sorted into their houses. by the time ohpelia attended hogwarts, he’d gotten up to fighting a troll, slaying a dragon with just a penny, learning an irish jig, performing for the queen, lifting the minister of magic above their heads, completing a sudoku puzzle and reciting their family tree back to 100 A.D. he definitely enjoyed himself with that. alistair was sorted into slytherin of course just like his family before him, it seemed as though his sister was the first to break the cycle .. much to the dismay of the family. everything changed after that and over the years, things just got worse. |
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your alias: DEX
a roleplay sample:
It was all well and good having a day off, Gwen mused, provided you had someone to spend your day off with. She'd had to practically beg for the time to spend with her husband, Rhys, but upon finally getting these precious hours to spend with her beloved, he'd had to pack up and bugger off over to Swansea to deal with an emergency. Talk about bad luck for her. As it was, she now had twenty four hours to kill and she'd be damned if she crawled back to the Hub, asking for something to do with her time. She'd earned these hours and she was going to enjoy them, with Rhys or without him.
She'd rather enjoy them with him, though.
She sighed a little, pulling her jacket around her body a bit more in an attempt to keep out the cold weather and folded her arms over her chest. Dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening the people below with torrents of rain, and a chill wind was rife in the streets, piercing even the thickest woollen fleece without mercy. She wouldn't change it for the world, of course, as Cardiff was her home town, but she'd much rather have a bit of sunshine than this dull grey weather she was faced with. Then again, it was winter, so she couldn't really complain too much – at least she'd gotten a fair bit of use out of the scarf her mother had sent her for Christmas just gone. She scanned the streets with her eyes quickly, not really paying much attention to the few other people around but more just finding something else to focus on instead of thinking about how much she could do with a nice warm coffee right now. She should have had a lay in, she hadn't slept in for ages.
”Right,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her arms slightly in an attempt to warm up. She was speaking quietly enough that no one would hear her and think she was insane, but she needed some kind of company. She focused her gaze on the shopping centre that was so close, just a few more minutes walking. ”I need some bubble bath, some chocolate and some coffee. And maybe a nice bottle of wine in case Rhys decides to come home tonight. Bloody arse,” she continued muttering to herself, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly. She was so proud of him, manager of transport at Harwood, doing so well at his job. It was fantastic to see him succeed and be happy, she couldn't wish for anything better. Thinking about her husband distracted her from the cold as her mind wandered, thinking of how she could cook him some dinner instead of him doing so for her, of how maybe she could plan something fun for the evening when he got in...
She'd rather enjoy them with him, though.
She sighed a little, pulling her jacket around her body a bit more in an attempt to keep out the cold weather and folded her arms over her chest. Dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening the people below with torrents of rain, and a chill wind was rife in the streets, piercing even the thickest woollen fleece without mercy. She wouldn't change it for the world, of course, as Cardiff was her home town, but she'd much rather have a bit of sunshine than this dull grey weather she was faced with. Then again, it was winter, so she couldn't really complain too much – at least she'd gotten a fair bit of use out of the scarf her mother had sent her for Christmas just gone. She scanned the streets with her eyes quickly, not really paying much attention to the few other people around but more just finding something else to focus on instead of thinking about how much she could do with a nice warm coffee right now. She should have had a lay in, she hadn't slept in for ages.
”Right,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her arms slightly in an attempt to warm up. She was speaking quietly enough that no one would hear her and think she was insane, but she needed some kind of company. She focused her gaze on the shopping centre that was so close, just a few more minutes walking. ”I need some bubble bath, some chocolate and some coffee. And maybe a nice bottle of wine in case Rhys decides to come home tonight. Bloody arse,” she continued muttering to herself, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly. She was so proud of him, manager of transport at Harwood, doing so well at his job. It was fantastic to see him succeed and be happy, she couldn't wish for anything better. Thinking about her husband distracted her from the cold as her mind wandered, thinking of how she could cook him some dinner instead of him doing so for her, of how maybe she could plan something fun for the evening when he got in...
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