Post by Blake Orzohv on Nov 13, 2006 13:11:35 GMT
Full Name: Blake Yonega Orzohv
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Loyalties: Nikolas Vogel and to his allies
Avatar: Orlando Bloom
General Appearance: Scars litter his chest and back, which proves the hardships of his unlikely past, tall average build, his eyes tell the truth but his face lies to the world and its contents.
Brief Character History: He was raised to be as hard as a rock. His father treated him like a dog. Yet his struggle and perseverance pulled him out of the mess. Now, he is one of the most unlikely personas that exist. He acts on his own accord, but those who seek to aqcuire his assistance must prove themselves worthy of his trust and loyalty.
Personality: A laid back person in plain sight, Blake seems to be a normal kid who studies and tries to get a chance in the spotlight, but his true personality is hidden by the smiles and the fake laughters that his aquaintances know. He is one of the most loyal persons you'll ever meet, once you get to earn his trust, that is. He acts on his own accord and responds only to what he needs.
Sample Roleplay:
It wasn't until the other day when Blake had arrived at Hogwarts. He wasn't sure himself what his purpose of his visit either. From the shallow depths of the limit that he strides upon, he himself wandered on his own. All that was to be remembered to him was lost. And all that IS to be remembered were not to be found. His breath floats around, as it breaks throught the icy air of the night. He sensed no one around, but it was in vain since he doesn't give a damn about it, anyway.
His body pranced and darted from corner to corner of the cemented pathway that led somewhere. He didn't mind, his mind was away, far beyond, thinking of something that would preoccupy his mind for the remaining spare time he has. But all things that his mind finds connects to a single yet devastating memory, his past. It was, of all the subjects, his least favorite. He never mentioned it to anyone since it was too grim.
No one tried to pry the subject open since it was a matter of privacy, not even a soul that knew Blake dared to ask him about his past. The most tragic things happened when Blake was a mere student. Yet his memory serves him well enough for it to haunt him for the rest of his days in this wretched life which he exists in. In lefts and rights and slow wavy curves, his body reacts on its own accord to keep him in balance. Yet from the pasts emerges yet another piece of Blake's bieng, a persona that acts and shares Blake's, emotions, his feelings, they share their thoughts and agendas. And only they, themselves, knew one another, better thatn anyone else, so to speak.
Although his face showed no signs of expression, his head was full of supressed feeling which he kept to himself. His trust for other persons that surround him ran out when he was a mere child. His eyes showed since of a weary person, yet his fake smile for every person he encounters saves the facade that hides behind the smile that he parades at each passing moment. After a while, he stopped, he chose a spot near the rooftop, a very uncanny spot though. He watched the night away as he lied down to his back, he flicked his robe covered wrist to see what time it is. "6 p.m." he said, "12 more hours before sunrise." The sun's rays started to draw a close, as the moon's cue arrives. The starry stage that illuminated the grounds was a facinating sight indeed.
He, of all people, enjoyed watching the stars. It was one of his most prominent habits. He also enjoys reading books and wandering aimlessly for hours on end, not even sure to where he should he go. He never expected company from anyone at the moment, since it was about dinner time downstairs, a good height distance down towards the great hall. He payed no heed to the persona that arrived at his hangout.
I, Kit, have read and comprehended the site Premise and Rules, and by submitting this form, fully understand the responsibilities of being a part of this site aiming to create a formidable and rich history of Hogwarts. [/b]
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Loyalties: Nikolas Vogel and to his allies
Avatar: Orlando Bloom
General Appearance: Scars litter his chest and back, which proves the hardships of his unlikely past, tall average build, his eyes tell the truth but his face lies to the world and its contents.
Brief Character History: He was raised to be as hard as a rock. His father treated him like a dog. Yet his struggle and perseverance pulled him out of the mess. Now, he is one of the most unlikely personas that exist. He acts on his own accord, but those who seek to aqcuire his assistance must prove themselves worthy of his trust and loyalty.
Personality: A laid back person in plain sight, Blake seems to be a normal kid who studies and tries to get a chance in the spotlight, but his true personality is hidden by the smiles and the fake laughters that his aquaintances know. He is one of the most loyal persons you'll ever meet, once you get to earn his trust, that is. He acts on his own accord and responds only to what he needs.
Sample Roleplay:
It wasn't until the other day when Blake had arrived at Hogwarts. He wasn't sure himself what his purpose of his visit either. From the shallow depths of the limit that he strides upon, he himself wandered on his own. All that was to be remembered to him was lost. And all that IS to be remembered were not to be found. His breath floats around, as it breaks throught the icy air of the night. He sensed no one around, but it was in vain since he doesn't give a damn about it, anyway.
His body pranced and darted from corner to corner of the cemented pathway that led somewhere. He didn't mind, his mind was away, far beyond, thinking of something that would preoccupy his mind for the remaining spare time he has. But all things that his mind finds connects to a single yet devastating memory, his past. It was, of all the subjects, his least favorite. He never mentioned it to anyone since it was too grim.
No one tried to pry the subject open since it was a matter of privacy, not even a soul that knew Blake dared to ask him about his past. The most tragic things happened when Blake was a mere student. Yet his memory serves him well enough for it to haunt him for the rest of his days in this wretched life which he exists in. In lefts and rights and slow wavy curves, his body reacts on its own accord to keep him in balance. Yet from the pasts emerges yet another piece of Blake's bieng, a persona that acts and shares Blake's, emotions, his feelings, they share their thoughts and agendas. And only they, themselves, knew one another, better thatn anyone else, so to speak.
Although his face showed no signs of expression, his head was full of supressed feeling which he kept to himself. His trust for other persons that surround him ran out when he was a mere child. His eyes showed since of a weary person, yet his fake smile for every person he encounters saves the facade that hides behind the smile that he parades at each passing moment. After a while, he stopped, he chose a spot near the rooftop, a very uncanny spot though. He watched the night away as he lied down to his back, he flicked his robe covered wrist to see what time it is. "6 p.m." he said, "12 more hours before sunrise." The sun's rays started to draw a close, as the moon's cue arrives. The starry stage that illuminated the grounds was a facinating sight indeed.
He, of all people, enjoyed watching the stars. It was one of his most prominent habits. He also enjoys reading books and wandering aimlessly for hours on end, not even sure to where he should he go. He never expected company from anyone at the moment, since it was about dinner time downstairs, a good height distance down towards the great hall. He payed no heed to the persona that arrived at his hangout.
I, Kit, have read and comprehended the site Premise and Rules, and by submitting this form, fully understand the responsibilities of being a part of this site aiming to create a formidable and rich history of Hogwarts. [/b]
