Post by APOLLO M. AVERY on Nov 13, 2012 16:13:32 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;] APOLLO M. AVERY  full name: apollo michael avery canon or orginial: canon age: sixteen year: sixth house: slytherin blood: pureblood wand: 11 in, serpent scale, ebony patronus: fox boggart: failure erised: being recognized as one of the most prodigious and skilled wizards to ever walk the earth birth place: london, england ------------------------------------------------- apollo michael avery is the onlyson and heir of apollo avery sr., head of the department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes at the Ministry and athena avery, trophy wife and lady of leisure. He was born on the 20th of October with a full head of brown hair and a silver spoon firmly in his mouth. From a very young age, he understood the beauty of his life of luxury and the privileges he was entitled to. The avery manor was fully staffed and his every whim and fancy was well looked after. In fact it has even been rumored that baby apollo's cradle was made of pure gold. However, both he and his parents would tell you that this could not be further from the truth. An avery would never indulge in anything so vulgar or flamboyantly ostentatious. Sure, they had the best money could offer, but such gaudy furnishing were best left for the tasteless rich who felt it was necessary to flaunt their glittery baubles at every opportunity. Those types of things were not for the avery clan; no they were not only of pure blood but of old money and therefore had class. apollo was raised as a prince, never having to lift a finger on his own accord. Maids and nannies were always there to insure he would not have to work a day in life. Never. Which was entirely too fine with him. As he grew, this lack of laboring skills only grew worse. The only reason his grades at hogwarts were kept up so constantly was because of his actual liking for school and magic. It was one of the greatest social parlors of a young man’s life. That’s not to say that he hasn’t occasionally cheated, swindled or bribed to get to the top. However, being raised by a nanny and maid at the family's home in London while apollo sr. worked and athena attended luncheons and social galas, and while together spent more of their time fighting than anything else left him craving parental attention, love, and approval in everything he did and achieved. Unfortunately, more often than not his parents merely smiled approvingly, patted his head, and gave him whatever fancy toy he wanted and left. It wasn't that they didn't love their son; they simply had more important things to do with their lives. As far as his mother was concerned, she had produced her husband an heir and thus her job was done. Surely their son would appreciate the freedom and liberation they gave him ? As the married couple recalled, youths hate being stifled and smothered by controlling parents, and so as far as they were concerned, they were being the BEST parents any child could ask for. As soon as he arrived at Hogwarts, he was quickly pegged as a youth with limitless potential, cleverer than most of the professors at the school could handle. There was a sly, genius glint in his blue eyes, something that struck fear in the hearts of many. |
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your alias: angel
a roleplay sample:
Life was definitely not easier as Piper Kensington, if anything it was twenty-five times harder. People saw her, and thought she had a perfect life, but they only saw what she wanted them to see. They didn’t see the child that had been abandoned by her parents. Left with her grandparents in California, while her parents went on some archeological dig, only remembering she existed on holidays. They didn’t see that because she appeared to have such a perfect life that she was held to much higher standards than most. She didn’t leave the house looking any less than perfect, because perfection is what her family and even her friends demanded, and despite what some may have thought, she hated the idea of disappointing those that she cared most about. The demanded perfection, because many lived vicariously through the brunette ‘Barbie’. She put on a smile, because that is what she had been raised to do, and that is what people still wanted her to do. No one saw that deep down inside, she was still a scared child, wishing on a star, hoping against all odds that fairytales were real, and despite the smile, hope was beginning to dwindle…especially since the accident and the death of Tyler.
'They're fakes' Piper heard her friend say. A small smile played over her delicate features. Of course they were, as if she could expect anything less from Blair. Sure, she was a gorgeous girl, and with P’s help, she dressed like a star, but sometimes, Piper couldn’t help, but roll her eyes, particularly at times when her friend showed that she was a bit fashion challenged. Of course, the tiny brunette had to admit that today was not one of these days. Today her best friend looked amazing. Sure, the shoes were fakes, but they did compliment the dress she was wearing rather nicely, and Miss. Kensington was no Kiersten Westwick, so knock offs could definitely be forgiven if worn appropriately. 'A little like Owen'. Piper rolled her eyes at her friends comment. She hated these stupid fights, she hated them because Blair was her best friend, and so by default she took her side, however, it was made difficult by the fact that Owen was like a brother to her. Sometimes she wished they’d just end it for good. Of course, she knew that if the dysfunctional golden couple did that, things would be uncomfortable for a while, but she was still confident that if that happened, that eventually the two would make nice, and be able to be friends, and if they could do that, well, that would just make Piper Kensington’s not so simple life, a little less complicated…on some days. However, she didn’t hold her breath that this would happen very soon. No, she knew better, if she did that, she would end up dead waiting on them, to finally figure out what she had figured out long ago, but failed to share…they were no good.
'They're fakes' Piper heard her friend say. A small smile played over her delicate features. Of course they were, as if she could expect anything less from Blair. Sure, she was a gorgeous girl, and with P’s help, she dressed like a star, but sometimes, Piper couldn’t help, but roll her eyes, particularly at times when her friend showed that she was a bit fashion challenged. Of course, the tiny brunette had to admit that today was not one of these days. Today her best friend looked amazing. Sure, the shoes were fakes, but they did compliment the dress she was wearing rather nicely, and Miss. Kensington was no Kiersten Westwick, so knock offs could definitely be forgiven if worn appropriately. 'A little like Owen'. Piper rolled her eyes at her friends comment. She hated these stupid fights, she hated them because Blair was her best friend, and so by default she took her side, however, it was made difficult by the fact that Owen was like a brother to her. Sometimes she wished they’d just end it for good. Of course, she knew that if the dysfunctional golden couple did that, things would be uncomfortable for a while, but she was still confident that if that happened, that eventually the two would make nice, and be able to be friends, and if they could do that, well, that would just make Piper Kensington’s not so simple life, a little less complicated…on some days. However, she didn’t hold her breath that this would happen very soon. No, she knew better, if she did that, she would end up dead waiting on them, to finally figure out what she had figured out long ago, but failed to share…they were no good.
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