Post by Harry Potter. on Jul 12, 2010 12:38:25 GMT -5
Character’s Name: Harry Potter
Character’s Age: 19?
Nickname(s): Voldie's betch?
Can you stay true to the character?: Yesh indeed.
Sample Roleplay:
([/color]It's just beneath the skin[/i][/size][/color][/font])[/center]
Dark, tousled hair fell before emerald eyes, shielding what would have otherwise promised to be a sinister expression as he moved silently down the hall, wand clutched loosely in his hand. A hollow smirk alit his visible features, lips tugged halfway up into an emotionless sneer as his attention fell upon the boy he sought, back turned to him as his attention was taken elsewhere.
'Funny,' Harry spoke, reaching up rub the bridge of his nose, unaccustomed to the lack of stupid glasses. He'd so detested them since realising how they made him look - yet they were necessary to adapt to the image he'd stupidly retained all these years, lest people discover he'd taken up the Dark Lord's offer. But now, that was all over - no need for them. 'I knew you were weak - but I never had you down for stupid as well,' The boy had turned, wand raised and ready to cast, when Harry pointed his own wand forwards, jerking it slightly as he snapped the desired incantation, raising an eyebrow slightly and gritting his teeth as the boy hit the floor cursing.
'I warned you not to come here, Ron,' Harry muttered, glaring down at the red headed boy he'd befriended all those years ago. 'And yet, you're still bloody ignorant enough to turn up,' Sighing through gritted teeth, Harry twitched his head slightly - a clear sign of agitation as he ran a hand through his hair, gripping the shorter parts that ran down the length of his scalp, whilst breathing heavily through his nose. He crouched down slightly, staring at the boy he'd once called 'friend' with an almost apologetic expression - one aligned and tainted with anger as he snarled slightly. 'Frikkin' ginger.'
Standing, Harry placed a shined shoe to Ron's chest and kicked lightly, rolling the boy onto his front before shaking his head slightly, straightening his suit in a dignified manner, and pivoting on his heel to leave. Before he reached the exit, Harry paused, shaking his head slightly as he craned his head to glance at the boy behind him a final time, something in his eyes that he planned to disown very soon. 'You realise, if I see you here again - I'll have to kill you,' he nodded, his tone almost conversational as he offered Ron a last intense glare, before continuing on his way out, glancing up at the sky before spinning on the spot, and disapparating without another word.
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*Apologies for the crappy post template, I failz with graphics etc. xD*
Character’s Age: 19?
Nickname(s): Voldie's betch?
Can you stay true to the character?: Yesh indeed.
Sample Roleplay:
I feel it deep within
[/size][/font][/b][/color]([/color]It's just beneath the skin[/i][/size][/color][/font])[/center]
Dark, tousled hair fell before emerald eyes, shielding what would have otherwise promised to be a sinister expression as he moved silently down the hall, wand clutched loosely in his hand. A hollow smirk alit his visible features, lips tugged halfway up into an emotionless sneer as his attention fell upon the boy he sought, back turned to him as his attention was taken elsewhere.
'Funny,' Harry spoke, reaching up rub the bridge of his nose, unaccustomed to the lack of stupid glasses. He'd so detested them since realising how they made him look - yet they were necessary to adapt to the image he'd stupidly retained all these years, lest people discover he'd taken up the Dark Lord's offer. But now, that was all over - no need for them. 'I knew you were weak - but I never had you down for stupid as well,' The boy had turned, wand raised and ready to cast, when Harry pointed his own wand forwards, jerking it slightly as he snapped the desired incantation, raising an eyebrow slightly and gritting his teeth as the boy hit the floor cursing.
'I warned you not to come here, Ron,' Harry muttered, glaring down at the red headed boy he'd befriended all those years ago. 'And yet, you're still bloody ignorant enough to turn up,' Sighing through gritted teeth, Harry twitched his head slightly - a clear sign of agitation as he ran a hand through his hair, gripping the shorter parts that ran down the length of his scalp, whilst breathing heavily through his nose. He crouched down slightly, staring at the boy he'd once called 'friend' with an almost apologetic expression - one aligned and tainted with anger as he snarled slightly. 'Frikkin' ginger.'
Standing, Harry placed a shined shoe to Ron's chest and kicked lightly, rolling the boy onto his front before shaking his head slightly, straightening his suit in a dignified manner, and pivoting on his heel to leave. Before he reached the exit, Harry paused, shaking his head slightly as he craned his head to glance at the boy behind him a final time, something in his eyes that he planned to disown very soon. 'You realise, if I see you here again - I'll have to kill you,' he nodded, his tone almost conversational as he offered Ron a last intense glare, before continuing on his way out, glancing up at the sky before spinning on the spot, and disapparating without another word.
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*Apologies for the crappy post template, I failz with graphics etc. xD*
