Post by merci on Jul 26, 2007 23:23:36 GMT -5
((I dunno.. the painkillers and the lack of something to do for 45 minutes before I have to take my last one and go to bed is causing me to come up with a new character. I hope you enjoy it Auz, and whoever else reads it.))
Name: Serge Tamberlin
Age: 17
Birthday: September 11th
Bloodline: Half (dad's a wizard, mum's a Muggle)
Physical Description: Serge, though his name sounds French, actually doesn't look very French, or so he's told by those around which me mostly associates. He's part French, but, then again, Serge is also part a lot of things. So much so that he doesn't really keep track anymore. Piercing blue eyes that sometimes have the uncanny ability to look clear are the kind of eyes that can bore straight into you and read your soul. And if he can't read what you're thinking, they'll make you tell him. He's never had to resort to force to get information that he wants... never... he's always just sort of gotten it. And it wasn't until recently that he realized it was that look he could give you. The way he looked at you. You really had no choice but to crack.
His hair is rather short, barely falling onto his forehead, but it curls a little at the end, so it's probably a little bit longer if a girl were to get ahold of it and straighten it. One tried, but she didn't get to far. Serge is very perticular about who touches his deep chocolate brown hair and what they do to it. There are maybe three people that he'll trust to cut his hair, and that's really only because anytime he's been in an emergency situation and had someone else do it, they always messed it up. So now, if he can help it, Serge religiously sticks to his Golden Three. And he's quite satisfied with that.
Facial hair appeared early on Serge, and he liked it, so he keeps a little bit of fuzz on his moustache, beard, and sideburns. He's not one for a burly beard, massive sideburns, and moustaches that you can turn the ends upwards into a cartoon villain fisade, but a little bit suits him just fine. And it looks good on him, so he's been told.
His style, outside of school robes, of course, is mostly casual and comfortable. Serge is one that likes clothes he can afford, preferring them instead of the designer clothes that look EXACTLY LIKE stuff he can pick up at a local department store, but cost two or three times the price. His comfortable look also allows him to study without unease... just lay around in a sweater and a pair of warm-up pants, or a t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans, is his favourite pastime.
Personality: Serge is actually normally a very complacent person. Generally optimistic, he tries to see the good in everyone, everything, and every situation. Even people like Drace Malfoy, who disproved his "benefit of the doubt" and "innocent until proven guilty" theories pretty darned fast during his first year. But, of course, just like everyone else, sometimes his complacency and optimisim is situation pending. Every rule, or emotion in this case, has an exception.
Aside from being generally happy, Serge is normally kind of a quiet person outside of the classroom. He's intelligent, and is sometimes in the mood to show that off, by answering questions like a Hermione Granger, but other times, he wants to hold everything in. Outside the class though, friendship wise, Serge considers himself to be socially inept. Really, it's semi-justified, but none of his "friends" would really admit that to him. When he gets around other people... the size of the group, nor the dominant gender doesn't really matter... he just kind of freezes and refuses to talk. Kind of like having a conversation with wallpaper. But, if he can somehow get to know you, then he slowly eases up on those barriers that he's built around himself and decides to be a little more open and carefree. That's if you can put up with him long enough to get to know him that well. And Merlin only knows how long that could take for Serge.
Likes: classes (any except Potions, really), proving to be smarter than he may look sometimes, poetry, and staying up late for no reason at all.
Dislikes: writing with a quill, being in pain, talking to people outside the classroom, being considered dumb just because he doesn't talk, and odd numbers.
History: Serge himself was born in a small down just outside of Boise, Idaho, where he grew up on mostly baby bottles and then went straight to potatoes. As soon as Serge had enough teeth to bite off and chew, his mother and father had him eating potatoes like it was his job. Which, in essense, it kind of was. Idaho being known for potatoes, and his family not being the most wealthy of those out there, they pretty much lived on what they could grow or buy at discount marketplaces. So, for the majority of Serge's life, he drank goat's milk and ate potatoes or beef. The occassional ham would be saved for holidays or special occassions. And he'd trained himself to only eat very little if the state was experiencing a drought, giving his remaining portions to his baby sister Amarah, who was a year and a half younger than him and needed the strangth more than he did.
Working the potato farm starting at age ten, Serge assumed that this is what fate had in store for him. This is where destiny began and ended. He would find a nice farmer's daughter that owned a lot of land a livestock, they would marry, their family farms would join, he would make a better life for his parents and spend the rest of his life helping raise his kids and farming potatoes. But, by age eleven, this was most certainly not the case.
The day his letter came, Serge hadn't even seen it before his father came to him and clapped him on the back, saying, "Good job son." When Serge could only look at him with a very questioning, confused, and scared look on his face, his father, with his weathered, calloused, and raw hands, held out his Hogwarts letter and proceeded to sit him down and teach him all about the wizarding world. Things that he had not had the time to discuss with his son until he was sure that he would be leaving for Hogwarts at age eleven.
And that brought him here. Just Serge with his owl Ricco. He'd been here since first year, and now it was his last. Anticipating the future, he went into the school year with open-minded, open-hearted enthusiasm. Maybe this was a good thing, with most students still mourning the death of Albus Dumbledore... or maybe his upbeat optimism was a bad thing, for it could eventually get him into trouble some day.
Family and Pets:
Father: Sawyer Tamberlin
Mother: Tawny Tamberlin
Sister (younger): Amarah Tamberlin
Owl: Ricco
Roleplaying Sample:'Tis Addy...
Name: Serge Tamberlin
Age: 17
Birthday: September 11th
Bloodline: Half (dad's a wizard, mum's a Muggle)
Physical Description: Serge, though his name sounds French, actually doesn't look very French, or so he's told by those around which me mostly associates. He's part French, but, then again, Serge is also part a lot of things. So much so that he doesn't really keep track anymore. Piercing blue eyes that sometimes have the uncanny ability to look clear are the kind of eyes that can bore straight into you and read your soul. And if he can't read what you're thinking, they'll make you tell him. He's never had to resort to force to get information that he wants... never... he's always just sort of gotten it. And it wasn't until recently that he realized it was that look he could give you. The way he looked at you. You really had no choice but to crack.
His hair is rather short, barely falling onto his forehead, but it curls a little at the end, so it's probably a little bit longer if a girl were to get ahold of it and straighten it. One tried, but she didn't get to far. Serge is very perticular about who touches his deep chocolate brown hair and what they do to it. There are maybe three people that he'll trust to cut his hair, and that's really only because anytime he's been in an emergency situation and had someone else do it, they always messed it up. So now, if he can help it, Serge religiously sticks to his Golden Three. And he's quite satisfied with that.
Facial hair appeared early on Serge, and he liked it, so he keeps a little bit of fuzz on his moustache, beard, and sideburns. He's not one for a burly beard, massive sideburns, and moustaches that you can turn the ends upwards into a cartoon villain fisade, but a little bit suits him just fine. And it looks good on him, so he's been told.
His style, outside of school robes, of course, is mostly casual and comfortable. Serge is one that likes clothes he can afford, preferring them instead of the designer clothes that look EXACTLY LIKE stuff he can pick up at a local department store, but cost two or three times the price. His comfortable look also allows him to study without unease... just lay around in a sweater and a pair of warm-up pants, or a t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans, is his favourite pastime.
Personality: Serge is actually normally a very complacent person. Generally optimistic, he tries to see the good in everyone, everything, and every situation. Even people like Drace Malfoy, who disproved his "benefit of the doubt" and "innocent until proven guilty" theories pretty darned fast during his first year. But, of course, just like everyone else, sometimes his complacency and optimisim is situation pending. Every rule, or emotion in this case, has an exception.
Aside from being generally happy, Serge is normally kind of a quiet person outside of the classroom. He's intelligent, and is sometimes in the mood to show that off, by answering questions like a Hermione Granger, but other times, he wants to hold everything in. Outside the class though, friendship wise, Serge considers himself to be socially inept. Really, it's semi-justified, but none of his "friends" would really admit that to him. When he gets around other people... the size of the group, nor the dominant gender doesn't really matter... he just kind of freezes and refuses to talk. Kind of like having a conversation with wallpaper. But, if he can somehow get to know you, then he slowly eases up on those barriers that he's built around himself and decides to be a little more open and carefree. That's if you can put up with him long enough to get to know him that well. And Merlin only knows how long that could take for Serge.
Likes: classes (any except Potions, really), proving to be smarter than he may look sometimes, poetry, and staying up late for no reason at all.
Dislikes: writing with a quill, being in pain, talking to people outside the classroom, being considered dumb just because he doesn't talk, and odd numbers.
History: Serge himself was born in a small down just outside of Boise, Idaho, where he grew up on mostly baby bottles and then went straight to potatoes. As soon as Serge had enough teeth to bite off and chew, his mother and father had him eating potatoes like it was his job. Which, in essense, it kind of was. Idaho being known for potatoes, and his family not being the most wealthy of those out there, they pretty much lived on what they could grow or buy at discount marketplaces. So, for the majority of Serge's life, he drank goat's milk and ate potatoes or beef. The occassional ham would be saved for holidays or special occassions. And he'd trained himself to only eat very little if the state was experiencing a drought, giving his remaining portions to his baby sister Amarah, who was a year and a half younger than him and needed the strangth more than he did.
Working the potato farm starting at age ten, Serge assumed that this is what fate had in store for him. This is where destiny began and ended. He would find a nice farmer's daughter that owned a lot of land a livestock, they would marry, their family farms would join, he would make a better life for his parents and spend the rest of his life helping raise his kids and farming potatoes. But, by age eleven, this was most certainly not the case.
The day his letter came, Serge hadn't even seen it before his father came to him and clapped him on the back, saying, "Good job son." When Serge could only look at him with a very questioning, confused, and scared look on his face, his father, with his weathered, calloused, and raw hands, held out his Hogwarts letter and proceeded to sit him down and teach him all about the wizarding world. Things that he had not had the time to discuss with his son until he was sure that he would be leaving for Hogwarts at age eleven.
And that brought him here. Just Serge with his owl Ricco. He'd been here since first year, and now it was his last. Anticipating the future, he went into the school year with open-minded, open-hearted enthusiasm. Maybe this was a good thing, with most students still mourning the death of Albus Dumbledore... or maybe his upbeat optimism was a bad thing, for it could eventually get him into trouble some day.
Family and Pets:
Father: Sawyer Tamberlin
Mother: Tawny Tamberlin
Sister (younger): Amarah Tamberlin
Owl: Ricco
Roleplaying Sample:'Tis Addy...
