Post by Hector Tobias on Aug 30, 2007 19:29:49 GMT -5
- Name :: Hector Tobias
- Age :: 16
- Hometown :: Paterson, NJ
- Ethnicitiy, :: White
- Sexual Preference :: Straight
- Physical Looks ::
It seems as though, or at least in Hector's case, that the exterior image reflects the heart. If they eyes are the window to the soul, then Tobias's must be cold, black, and without warmth. Standing tall and lanky, roughly five-foot nine, Hector Tobias is not exactly the most attractive young man, to put it kindly.
His long, greasy black hair stretches down just beyond his shoulders, ugly, and untidy. His skin: pale, nearly as pale as a ghost. His long crooked noise is often wrinkled, allowing it a broken look. His teeth: uneven and tinted. Hecotr could be described as stringy, like a plant left in the dark.
- Personalitly ::
Hands down, Hector is not an overly pleasant individual to be around. Growing up in an abusive household, Hector was shown cruelty and lack of sympathy at a very young age. The only person in his life that has ever shown him warmth would be his little sister, Rachel, however even his great protector could not change Tobias's ways.
Throughout his entire life, Hector was ashamed of his father. His father was a drunk and often beat up on his mother. She later commited suicide. His father, Joe, never provided a good household, or a place where Hector could learn right from wrong. He is now cold and horrible, mainly because of his father.
- Hisotry ::
** I`m Writing Nothing Here Because His History Is Important Later In The Series! **
- Sample Roleplay ::
It was late, midnight or there about, when Albus Dumbledore strode down Diagon Alley, his wand clutched in his sweating palms, concealed behind his violet cloak. Someone had been following Albus all the way up the cobblestone street, trying desperately to remain undetected. However, Dumbledore was a master in Occlumency and the moment he ventured into the Alley, he had detected someone attempting to use Legilimency against him.
Closing his mind, he waited for the moment when is pursuer would commence an attack. The moment was drawing nearer, as the barley auditable pitter-patter of his pursuer grew quicker. Like lightning the hunter struck, releasing the shroud of secrecy. “Stupi” He began, his face covered by a grisly mask.
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore sent a bright blue jet at his attacker, knocking him backwards into a low wall. The attacker hit the wall hard, and then fell to the floor limply, his wand still clutched in his hand. “Relashio!” He cried, but in an instant Dumbledore had vanished in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear a moment later and said, quite serenely, “Expeliamus.”
The man's wand flew out of his hands, landed ten feet away, and then soared into the Dumbledore’s hand, which he deposited into cloak, along with own wand. “Hello Arcturus.” He said, conjuring a wooden stool, and then placing himself upon in. “How are this evening?”
Arcturus Black took off his mask, throwing it aside. “Well, you’ve beaten me Dumbledore …what are you waiting for!?” He barked at the man, still beaming intently with those piercing blue eyes.
“I am not going to kill you, Arcturus.” Dumbledore said with a hint of a laugh. “I do not blame you for following your masters orders. He would murder you if you did not obey.” Dumbledore took a great breath. “But allowing you to live would also give Grindelwald a license to kill you. You must flee the Knights of Walpurgris, Arcturus. You must flee that dark order and never return. We, that is to say my people and I, can hide protect you and your family.”
“Very Well, Dumbledore.” Arcturus said after a long pause. “I will gather my…” But at that instant a killing curse was sent from a dark figure, standing atop a shop rooftop. The jet of green light caught Arcturus Black in the chest, killing him. “Evening Grindelwald.” Dumbledore called up.
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- Age :: 16
- Hometown :: Paterson, NJ
- Ethnicitiy, :: White
- Sexual Preference :: Straight
- Physical Looks ::
It seems as though, or at least in Hector's case, that the exterior image reflects the heart. If they eyes are the window to the soul, then Tobias's must be cold, black, and without warmth. Standing tall and lanky, roughly five-foot nine, Hector Tobias is not exactly the most attractive young man, to put it kindly.
His long, greasy black hair stretches down just beyond his shoulders, ugly, and untidy. His skin: pale, nearly as pale as a ghost. His long crooked noise is often wrinkled, allowing it a broken look. His teeth: uneven and tinted. Hecotr could be described as stringy, like a plant left in the dark.
- Personalitly ::
Hands down, Hector is not an overly pleasant individual to be around. Growing up in an abusive household, Hector was shown cruelty and lack of sympathy at a very young age. The only person in his life that has ever shown him warmth would be his little sister, Rachel, however even his great protector could not change Tobias's ways.
Throughout his entire life, Hector was ashamed of his father. His father was a drunk and often beat up on his mother. She later commited suicide. His father, Joe, never provided a good household, or a place where Hector could learn right from wrong. He is now cold and horrible, mainly because of his father.
- Hisotry ::
** I`m Writing Nothing Here Because His History Is Important Later In The Series! **
- Sample Roleplay ::
It was late, midnight or there about, when Albus Dumbledore strode down Diagon Alley, his wand clutched in his sweating palms, concealed behind his violet cloak. Someone had been following Albus all the way up the cobblestone street, trying desperately to remain undetected. However, Dumbledore was a master in Occlumency and the moment he ventured into the Alley, he had detected someone attempting to use Legilimency against him.
Closing his mind, he waited for the moment when is pursuer would commence an attack. The moment was drawing nearer, as the barley auditable pitter-patter of his pursuer grew quicker. Like lightning the hunter struck, releasing the shroud of secrecy. “Stupi” He began, his face covered by a grisly mask.
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore sent a bright blue jet at his attacker, knocking him backwards into a low wall. The attacker hit the wall hard, and then fell to the floor limply, his wand still clutched in his hand. “Relashio!” He cried, but in an instant Dumbledore had vanished in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear a moment later and said, quite serenely, “Expeliamus.”
The man's wand flew out of his hands, landed ten feet away, and then soared into the Dumbledore’s hand, which he deposited into cloak, along with own wand. “Hello Arcturus.” He said, conjuring a wooden stool, and then placing himself upon in. “How are this evening?”
Arcturus Black took off his mask, throwing it aside. “Well, you’ve beaten me Dumbledore …what are you waiting for!?” He barked at the man, still beaming intently with those piercing blue eyes.
“I am not going to kill you, Arcturus.” Dumbledore said with a hint of a laugh. “I do not blame you for following your masters orders. He would murder you if you did not obey.” Dumbledore took a great breath. “But allowing you to live would also give Grindelwald a license to kill you. You must flee the Knights of Walpurgris, Arcturus. You must flee that dark order and never return. We, that is to say my people and I, can hide protect you and your family.”
“Very Well, Dumbledore.” Arcturus said after a long pause. “I will gather my…” But at that instant a killing curse was sent from a dark figure, standing atop a shop rooftop. The jet of green light caught Arcturus Black in the chest, killing him. “Evening Grindelwald.” Dumbledore called up.
Site Stuff
- What Should We Call You OCC? :: Tom
- How Active Do You Think You'll Be? :: As Active As An Admin Is!
- Why Should We Accept You And Allow You To RP Here? :: I`m The Admin.
- What Will You Bring To The Site? :: This Character, And Managment
