Post by zave rocalis on Jul 17, 2010 7:41:09 GMT
i'm the first kid to
write of hearts lies and friends ,[/b]
••Galin Xavier Rocalis
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i've found the cure to growing older[/b]
and you're the only place that feels like home[/size]
fill in the blanks in character, keep it lower case, and take this sentence out when you're done.
oh haiii, my name is Galin Xavier Rocalis, but you know i'll holla if you call me Zave. i've been surviving this world for sixteen, so i'm a fifth. my blood is half-blood, so the dark lord can eat me. I'm representing Slytherin my wand is actually 7.5 inches of holly, filled with dragon blood, and it's straight lethal. i'm a male, and i like to wake up next to women, like it or not. once, some muggle told me i look like Paul Walker, who ever the hell that is. what else could you possibly need to know?
just so you know, you'll never know[/b]
and some secrets weren't meant to be told[/size]
here's where you tell us about your past. i want to know everything from your birthplace to your first day of hogwarts and how you felt about being sorted. you have thirty seconds. go.
Galin was raised in Los Angeles, California. He was a Half Blood and that meant he knew Magic from a very young age. It was hard though. He was picked on for being a liar and got into a lot of trouble for pyrotechnic activities that he didn't remember doing. That, however, was now in the past.
He was exstatic when the invite came for him to go to Hogwarts. The thought of it all made him grin, however he had no idea exactly what he was in store for. The night of the sorting came and he was scared. He had no idea what was going to happen. "Slytherin" the hat had called out and he still remembered being confused as to what that meant. Now that he knew his class mates, he wanted to kill them all. How they sucked ass.
i am sorry my conscience called in sick again[/b]
and i've got arrogance down to a science[/size]
basically just show off your characters personality here.
Galin is a tad shy. Being the only child in his family, he is used to being overprotected. Though not a fan of the whole "good vs. Bad" thing, He tends to cause underhanded mischief. Once comfortable with someone, it's a bit of a pain to get him to lay off. Especially if said person is in danger or being bothered.
your secret's out and the best part
[/b]is it isn't even a good one[/size]
A broadsword. Having almost been on the bad end of one, Galin tends to stray from bladed objects as a whole, regardless of his nack for melee weapons.
Galin's a tad bit of a whore. If he thinks he can get a chance with a girl, he will totally play on his insecurities. This makes him a tad hard to read, as some of it is sincere and the rest is a load of crap. There has yet to be a person that could tell the difference, thus why he has never been in trouble. None to serious anyway.
The three things that really really get Galin going are White Roses, Cinnamon Rolls, and Engine Grease. White Roses remind him of summer at his Grandparent's Villa in Italy, Cinnamon Rolls were always a Sunday breakfast at home, and his father is a Muggle Mechanic.
this has been said so many times
[/b]that i'm not sure if it matters[/size]
okay, now for rl. fill in the blanks, get rid of this.
what do we call you?: Galin
and how old are you?: mid twenties
how long have you been addicted to roleplay?: 13 years
how'd you find us?: Hunted by ZaraGalin sat on a bench watching the sunset. July in San Fransisco was boring as hell. The smog and sounds were not the norm for him anymore. It was going to take some time to adjust. By the time he did, though, it would be time to return to London. What a waste of time.
From the train to the grounds, Galin chewed on the butt of a burning cigarette. The summer had been a drag as he expected. No friends, no one to hang out with. It was going downhill fast. Seeing a Professor, though, got his heart racing. He dropped the butt and stomped it out before skirting under the teacher's arm and heading to his dorm to rest before dinner.
the ribbon on my wrist says
[/b]do not open before christmas[/size]
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