Post by Brad Dorian on Aug 8, 2007 11:50:09 GMT -5
Basics
- Name :: Brad Dorian
- Age :: 17
- Physical Looks ::
It really is no wonder that Brad seems to have all the ladies swooning over him. He’s a genuinely handsome man with the strength for Baseball to boot. Standing at about six feet tall, he maintains the muscular build that he's had throughout his years at Hogwarts. His shaggy signature brown hair is still as un-tamable as ever. His hazel eyes seem to x-ray their occupants, seeing the good in everyone, even when they cannot see it in themselves.
- Personalitly ::
Though a bit doggy at times, Brad really has a head for bravery. Though many of his actions in the past have said otherwise of him, Brad really is developing into quite a wonderful young man.
Brad Dorian has never been afraid to go after exactly what he wants, and for the most part, he knows how to get it. But of course, with such bravery that Brad possesses, comes arrogance. He has been rejected in the past, but you could never get Brad to admit to this of course. His reckless actions are always getting him into trouble, and though he never outwardly admits to a prank to anyone but his closest of friends he rarely denies the blame. Much of the attention has obviously gone to his head and resulted in his often egotistical attitude. No wonder James was so shocked when he was first rejected, because it had never happened before
But Brad has a soft side too. He isn’t as outright rebellious as he seems at first glance. He can be loud, arrogant, and a git but he has the heart of a lion. Always fending for his friends rather than what’s best for him is a wonderful action; one that Brad constantly displays.
- Hisotry ::
In August of 1990, Bradley Dorian became the first child to Robert and Alyson Dorian, two smalltime reporters of an ordinary newspaper. When Bradley was six, and by now he had taken the name Brad, his mother passed away due to a particularly nasty form of cancer, which resulted in his father’s worsening mental condition. His heart broken, and his mind slipping away. When Brad was eight, his father was placed in an institute and Brad was sent to live with his grandmother.
His grandmother was a lovely person, although she did not discourage Brad’s rebellious behavior. She taught him right from wrong, but never punished him. It is my best guess, that this is why Brad is so keen to challenge authority.
- 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? :: Brad will do.
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- What Will You Bring To The Site? :: A Fun Person To RP With!
