Post by gabriel on Aug 5, 2011 12:55:10 GMT -5
gabriel maxime vaisley
nineteen , slytherin, sophomore , francisco lachowski , canon
name:
“gabriel maxime vaisley. it says so at the top of the screen. can you not read?”
nicknames:
“most people know me as gabriel. just gabriel. those who know me well call me gabe. that’s how it works”
age:
“nineteen but a lot of people always think i’m younger. i guess i just have one of those faces”
house:
“slytherin through and through and proud of it”
occupation:
“student but i love potions and broom riding so no doubt my job will be something linked with those two”
blood status:
“pure blood. nothing else i can assure you”
wand:
“it’s the wand that has been in my family for generations. hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core. a wand that never disappoints.”
relationship status:
“single, at the moment but always looking!”
“gabriel maxime vaisley. it says so at the top of the screen. can you not read?”
nicknames:
“most people know me as gabriel. just gabriel. those who know me well call me gabe. that’s how it works”
age:
“nineteen but a lot of people always think i’m younger. i guess i just have one of those faces”
house:
“slytherin through and through and proud of it”
occupation:
“student but i love potions and broom riding so no doubt my job will be something linked with those two”
blood status:
“pure blood. nothing else i can assure you”
wand:
“it’s the wand that has been in my family for generations. hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core. a wand that never disappoints.”
relationship status:
“single, at the moment but always looking!”
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“francisco lachowski”
hair color:
“brown. darkish i guess”
eye color:
“as dark brown as my hair”
distinguishing features:
“i guess it’d either be the amount of freckles and moles i have splattered all over my body or the scar which lies along my lower right hand side of my body.”
style:
“i have been told by many people that my style is amazing and well, stylish! when not wearing robes and all that rubbish i tend to wear jeans with some sort of cool shirt. the kind of style most boys my age have at the moment. do I really need to explain it. i must say that I do love my sunglasses though”
“francisco lachowski”
hair color:
“brown. darkish i guess”
eye color:
“as dark brown as my hair”
distinguishing features:
“i guess it’d either be the amount of freckles and moles i have splattered all over my body or the scar which lies along my lower right hand side of my body.”
style:
“i have been told by many people that my style is amazing and well, stylish! when not wearing robes and all that rubbish i tend to wear jeans with some sort of cool shirt. the kind of style most boys my age have at the moment. do I really need to explain it. i must say that I do love my sunglasses though”
likes:
“ok this is gonna be a long list. i love riding my broom. that’s my main love in life. i love the freedom that comes with riding a broom. i just love quidditch and would love to be a professional one day. another love of mine is potions. after flying lessons that is my favourite subject. yeah yeah typical slytherin but i don’t care. i’m good at it and enjoy it immensely. i’m just gonna list off the other things:- girls, partying, food (even though my waistline doesn’t show it i eat lots and lots of food), swimming (probably why my waistline is so small) and generally messing around.
dislikes:
“ok it’s not that i hate mudbloods and muggleborns and all that jazz i just don’t particularly like them, slutty girls, muggle studies, cocky people, loud music, long walks (i’d rather swim or take my broom), most sports, i’m bored now. you get the jist of it”
strengths:
“besides from flying and potions which i guess is more my talents my biggest strength is definitely my charm. that’s right i’m a charmer. i can charm girls to fall at my feet and i tend to be able to smooth talk my way out of any situation as well as smooth talk my way in to any situations i do want to get involved in. so yes, i guess that’s my biggest strength
weaknesses:
“anything really that involves much thinking. i’m naturally gifted at flying and potions and charms but most other subjects i am completely and utterly awful at. i’m not one of those people you’d call naturally intelligent
fears:
“i fear death. yes i know that sounds stupid because to an extent most people fear death but i mean death of anyone close to me as well as my own. i guess it pans from my fear of darkness. the idea of never ending darkness when you die makes my skin cruel. not very brave is it?”
dreams:
“i dream that one day i will be quidditch leader to the greatest quidditch team that ever lived. enough about that though. let’s move on”
secrets:
“most people don’t know my dislikes towards mudbloods but that’s not a great secret. my main secret is that i’m a virgin. yes i know a good looking guy like me? well yeah i may come across as a charmer and your typical slytherin but i’m a bit soppy when it comes to things like this. i want my first time to be with that special girl. not just a one night stand. ahem.. yes. moving on”
personality:
“the first thing you should know about me is i have awful mood swings. i can’t help it. it runs in my family. one minute i’ll be laughing and joking and the next think you know you’ll wake up in the hospital wing after being hexed by me. that’s just the way i am and most people just deal with it. just don’t become my enemy my advice would be. i don’t just get angry either. sometimes i get really depressed and upset for no particular reason. it is because of this that you will sometimes find me locked in my dormitory. in those circumstances i just want to be left alone so please do that. as I said earlier. i am a charmer and a flirt. i can’t help it though. if I see a pretty girl I can’t help but tell her i think she is drop dead gorgeous. i think that’s the same with most men though. am I right? I like to make women feel good about themselves, and not just because I want something in return. i like giving witches that little bit of confidence, it makes me feel, I dunno, powerful that someone can have the ability to do that. i find it hard to keep still. i’m a fidgety sort of guy. i constantly want to be moving. either flying or just something simple like tapping my foot. i guess some people find that annoying so heck I better put annoying on the list. as annoying as i may be sometimes though, i still have a lot of friends so i guess i can’t be that annoying. then again i also have a lot of enemies but i think that is more to do with the fact that most griffindors hate me. a stupid house anyway so I don’t really care about them. they are a bunch of book worms. that leads me onto my next point. i am most definitely not a book worm. In fact i am very sociable. i love going out and having a good time. this includes dancing. i love to dance anytime and any place. it’s because i’m so confident i don’t really mind making a fool of myself, especially if i’m drunk. i am a very fun-loving person and a great guy to party with. finally, well I guess i have a sensitive side but not a lot of people get to see that so i won’t dwell on it. i love watching the sunset and finding beautiful places around the castle to just sit down and relax. when i get a girlfriend I know I won’t be able to help being romantic. getting her flowers, romantic walks along the riverside, things like that. but like I said no-one get’s to see that side. let’s just say if you do get to see that side of me you must be one special person.
“ok this is gonna be a long list. i love riding my broom. that’s my main love in life. i love the freedom that comes with riding a broom. i just love quidditch and would love to be a professional one day. another love of mine is potions. after flying lessons that is my favourite subject. yeah yeah typical slytherin but i don’t care. i’m good at it and enjoy it immensely. i’m just gonna list off the other things:- girls, partying, food (even though my waistline doesn’t show it i eat lots and lots of food), swimming (probably why my waistline is so small) and generally messing around.
dislikes:
“ok it’s not that i hate mudbloods and muggleborns and all that jazz i just don’t particularly like them, slutty girls, muggle studies, cocky people, loud music, long walks (i’d rather swim or take my broom), most sports, i’m bored now. you get the jist of it”
strengths:
“besides from flying and potions which i guess is more my talents my biggest strength is definitely my charm. that’s right i’m a charmer. i can charm girls to fall at my feet and i tend to be able to smooth talk my way out of any situation as well as smooth talk my way in to any situations i do want to get involved in. so yes, i guess that’s my biggest strength
weaknesses:
“anything really that involves much thinking. i’m naturally gifted at flying and potions and charms but most other subjects i am completely and utterly awful at. i’m not one of those people you’d call naturally intelligent
fears:
“i fear death. yes i know that sounds stupid because to an extent most people fear death but i mean death of anyone close to me as well as my own. i guess it pans from my fear of darkness. the idea of never ending darkness when you die makes my skin cruel. not very brave is it?”
dreams:
“i dream that one day i will be quidditch leader to the greatest quidditch team that ever lived. enough about that though. let’s move on”
secrets:
“most people don’t know my dislikes towards mudbloods but that’s not a great secret. my main secret is that i’m a virgin. yes i know a good looking guy like me? well yeah i may come across as a charmer and your typical slytherin but i’m a bit soppy when it comes to things like this. i want my first time to be with that special girl. not just a one night stand. ahem.. yes. moving on”
personality:
“the first thing you should know about me is i have awful mood swings. i can’t help it. it runs in my family. one minute i’ll be laughing and joking and the next think you know you’ll wake up in the hospital wing after being hexed by me. that’s just the way i am and most people just deal with it. just don’t become my enemy my advice would be. i don’t just get angry either. sometimes i get really depressed and upset for no particular reason. it is because of this that you will sometimes find me locked in my dormitory. in those circumstances i just want to be left alone so please do that. as I said earlier. i am a charmer and a flirt. i can’t help it though. if I see a pretty girl I can’t help but tell her i think she is drop dead gorgeous. i think that’s the same with most men though. am I right? I like to make women feel good about themselves, and not just because I want something in return. i like giving witches that little bit of confidence, it makes me feel, I dunno, powerful that someone can have the ability to do that. i find it hard to keep still. i’m a fidgety sort of guy. i constantly want to be moving. either flying or just something simple like tapping my foot. i guess some people find that annoying so heck I better put annoying on the list. as annoying as i may be sometimes though, i still have a lot of friends so i guess i can’t be that annoying. then again i also have a lot of enemies but i think that is more to do with the fact that most griffindors hate me. a stupid house anyway so I don’t really care about them. they are a bunch of book worms. that leads me onto my next point. i am most definitely not a book worm. In fact i am very sociable. i love going out and having a good time. this includes dancing. i love to dance anytime and any place. it’s because i’m so confident i don’t really mind making a fool of myself, especially if i’m drunk. i am a very fun-loving person and a great guy to party with. finally, well I guess i have a sensitive side but not a lot of people get to see that so i won’t dwell on it. i love watching the sunset and finding beautiful places around the castle to just sit down and relax. when i get a girlfriend I know I won’t be able to help being romantic. getting her flowers, romantic walks along the riverside, things like that. but like I said no-one get’s to see that side. let’s just say if you do get to see that side of me you must be one special person.
parents:
riley vaisley & madison rowle
siblings:
”i only have one older brother who treats me like rubbish. i’d rather not talk about him”
others:
“cousins here there and everywhere. don’t ask me to keep track. i’m not very family orientated”
history:
“where do i begin. the start i guess. my brother was always the favourite in my family. so much so that when i was born my dad didn’t even bother to be there. he uses the excuse that he had to work and he couldn’t get out of it but if he had really cared then he would have just left. he did leave his job for my brothers birth. anyway my parents always seemed to be somewhere else then by my side as a child so i became quite bitter and alone. then i made friends with the girl next door. father had put a large fence between our house and next door but he didn’t realise that at the very bottom on the garden there was a hole and one day i had been sat there when he had heard a little girls voice. quickly we became friends and everyday we would sit at the end of our gardens and talk to one another. we had no way of crossing the fence so all we ever did was talk.
then one day my father arrived back unexpectedly early from work and saw me in the garden talking to this girl. father then proceeded to grab me by the scruff of the collar and drag me inside where he began to hit me with a cane, shouting at me that i was not to converse with muggle borns. finally my father started spending time with me. not because he cared about me but because he realised that the lack of spending time with him had caused me to become “soft” and not a true vaisley. i started going to work with him, spending time with his friends. quickly i had a new view on muggle borns. my father’s view. he had persuaded me that they were nothing but bad people.
i guess that’s what made me the person i am today. spending years alone gave me my sensitive side that likes to spend time on his own and spending time with my father made me… well into a bit of a bastard really. the slytherin side we’ll call it.
as soon as my father had found out that i had got into slytherin he once again lost interest in me, knowing that my fellow slytherins would help form my father’s views. quickly I made lots of new friends and i started to love my time at school. then came our first flying lesson. turns out I was a natural at it and ever since I have loved the feeling of being on a broom and i have got better and better at it. i’ve never actually had a girlfriend which is quite soul destroying. yes I have had flings and one off’s and kissed many girls while out having a good time but i have never actually had a full time relationship. that is one of the many things i like to keep private though. a lot of my friends know me as a ladies man and i want to keep it that way.
it wasn’t actually till my second year that i found out I was good at potions. we were doing some pretty advanced stuff and I just understood it. since then our potions master has treated me with lots of respect and tends to give me a lot of extra credit and help when I need it. some people have called me a teachers pet which really pisses me off but at least im going to get outstanding in one subject. i have a close bond with my potions master, more then anyone else in the school and i tend to try and use him to get information, both on students and things happening in the school which is always very interesting.
unfortunately I tend to find myself in the hospital wing a lot. mainly due to quidditch but also when losing duels against griffindors but I don’t like to admit that. quidditch is one dangerous sport though. i once blacked out after being hit by a bludger and didn’t wake up for two weeks, without being able to remember the past three weeks. of course it hasn’t put me off though. I can’t wait to be a professional but right now I guess I better focus on my studies.”
riley vaisley & madison rowle
siblings:
”i only have one older brother who treats me like rubbish. i’d rather not talk about him”
others:
“cousins here there and everywhere. don’t ask me to keep track. i’m not very family orientated”
history:
“where do i begin. the start i guess. my brother was always the favourite in my family. so much so that when i was born my dad didn’t even bother to be there. he uses the excuse that he had to work and he couldn’t get out of it but if he had really cared then he would have just left. he did leave his job for my brothers birth. anyway my parents always seemed to be somewhere else then by my side as a child so i became quite bitter and alone. then i made friends with the girl next door. father had put a large fence between our house and next door but he didn’t realise that at the very bottom on the garden there was a hole and one day i had been sat there when he had heard a little girls voice. quickly we became friends and everyday we would sit at the end of our gardens and talk to one another. we had no way of crossing the fence so all we ever did was talk.
then one day my father arrived back unexpectedly early from work and saw me in the garden talking to this girl. father then proceeded to grab me by the scruff of the collar and drag me inside where he began to hit me with a cane, shouting at me that i was not to converse with muggle borns. finally my father started spending time with me. not because he cared about me but because he realised that the lack of spending time with him had caused me to become “soft” and not a true vaisley. i started going to work with him, spending time with his friends. quickly i had a new view on muggle borns. my father’s view. he had persuaded me that they were nothing but bad people.
i guess that’s what made me the person i am today. spending years alone gave me my sensitive side that likes to spend time on his own and spending time with my father made me… well into a bit of a bastard really. the slytherin side we’ll call it.
as soon as my father had found out that i had got into slytherin he once again lost interest in me, knowing that my fellow slytherins would help form my father’s views. quickly I made lots of new friends and i started to love my time at school. then came our first flying lesson. turns out I was a natural at it and ever since I have loved the feeling of being on a broom and i have got better and better at it. i’ve never actually had a girlfriend which is quite soul destroying. yes I have had flings and one off’s and kissed many girls while out having a good time but i have never actually had a full time relationship. that is one of the many things i like to keep private though. a lot of my friends know me as a ladies man and i want to keep it that way.
it wasn’t actually till my second year that i found out I was good at potions. we were doing some pretty advanced stuff and I just understood it. since then our potions master has treated me with lots of respect and tends to give me a lot of extra credit and help when I need it. some people have called me a teachers pet which really pisses me off but at least im going to get outstanding in one subject. i have a close bond with my potions master, more then anyone else in the school and i tend to try and use him to get information, both on students and things happening in the school which is always very interesting.
unfortunately I tend to find myself in the hospital wing a lot. mainly due to quidditch but also when losing duels against griffindors but I don’t like to admit that. quidditch is one dangerous sport though. i once blacked out after being hit by a bludger and didn’t wake up for two weeks, without being able to remember the past three weeks. of course it hasn’t put me off though. I can’t wait to be a professional but right now I guess I better focus on my studies.”
rp example:
The Doctor leaned on the console of the TARDIS, everything about him still except for the beating of his broken hearts and a single tear rolling over his soft red cheek. Rose was gone, Donna had forgotten him and Martha didn’t need him anymore. The hum of the console was now the only sound that filled the humongous TARDIS. That’s what The Doctor hated the most. The silence. No human energy to liven up the atmosphere. No talking. No laughing. Nothing.
Suddenly he straightened himself up, his hand brushing away the stream of tears that had somehow crept up on him and formed there. He was being stupid. Martha was engaged and happy with a good job, Rose had her own version of himself who loved her just as much as he did and Donna… well Donna had a loving family to look after her. He just needed to move on. Alone this time though. He didn’t think his hearts could cope with another loss. His long fingers danced over numerous buttons as the TARDIS’ engines roared into life and his ship raced through the vortex. Then he sat on his sofa, lifting his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the console. “Take me away girl. Anywhere. You pick.” He said, crossing his arms, watching as numbers ran along the screen, wondering where he would end up this time.
The Doctor had let his mind wander again and was only brought out of it when he felt the familiar jolt of the TARDIS, signalling they had landed. He grabbed his coat and, slipping it on started to walk towards the doors. He sighed, realising he didn’t feel half the excitement that he normally felt with a human on his side but quickly brushed those thoughts away. He was going to have a good time even if it killed him.
Stepping out he felt soft ground beneath his feet and looked down only to realise he was stood on sand figuring out where he was nearly straight away. He half smiled to himself as he shook his head and shut the door, stroking the doors affectionately. “Thanks old girl.”
Then, pulling out some shades from his pockets which, much like his TARDIS, were bigger on the inside, he started to stroll along, hands in his pockets. The sun was strong and soon The Doctor needed to sit down on the warm sand. The TARDIS had taken him to the one place he couldn’t resist. The one place he couldn’t help but relax and forget about everything. It was deserted which was perfect for The Doctor. “Well seeing as I’m all alone I might as well build up my tan a little. I think the Defender of Earth deserves a break.” He said to himself, smiling as he kicked his converses off and started to take his coat and suit off till he was down to just his pants.
The Doctor leaned on the console of the TARDIS, everything about him still except for the beating of his broken hearts and a single tear rolling over his soft red cheek. Rose was gone, Donna had forgotten him and Martha didn’t need him anymore. The hum of the console was now the only sound that filled the humongous TARDIS. That’s what The Doctor hated the most. The silence. No human energy to liven up the atmosphere. No talking. No laughing. Nothing.
Suddenly he straightened himself up, his hand brushing away the stream of tears that had somehow crept up on him and formed there. He was being stupid. Martha was engaged and happy with a good job, Rose had her own version of himself who loved her just as much as he did and Donna… well Donna had a loving family to look after her. He just needed to move on. Alone this time though. He didn’t think his hearts could cope with another loss. His long fingers danced over numerous buttons as the TARDIS’ engines roared into life and his ship raced through the vortex. Then he sat on his sofa, lifting his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the console. “Take me away girl. Anywhere. You pick.” He said, crossing his arms, watching as numbers ran along the screen, wondering where he would end up this time.
The Doctor had let his mind wander again and was only brought out of it when he felt the familiar jolt of the TARDIS, signalling they had landed. He grabbed his coat and, slipping it on started to walk towards the doors. He sighed, realising he didn’t feel half the excitement that he normally felt with a human on his side but quickly brushed those thoughts away. He was going to have a good time even if it killed him.
Stepping out he felt soft ground beneath his feet and looked down only to realise he was stood on sand figuring out where he was nearly straight away. He half smiled to himself as he shook his head and shut the door, stroking the doors affectionately. “Thanks old girl.”
Then, pulling out some shades from his pockets which, much like his TARDIS, were bigger on the inside, he started to stroll along, hands in his pockets. The sun was strong and soon The Doctor needed to sit down on the warm sand. The TARDIS had taken him to the one place he couldn’t resist. The one place he couldn’t help but relax and forget about everything. It was deserted which was perfect for The Doctor. “Well seeing as I’m all alone I might as well build up my tan a little. I think the Defender of Earth deserves a break.” He said to himself, smiling as he kicked his converses off and started to take his coat and suit off till he was down to just his pants.
kate , seventeen , female , annie told me about you! , none , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
