Post by chryos07 on Aug 2, 2009 15:20:19 GMT -7
STUDENT APPLICATION
Bio:
.Name. Chryos Ichshirion
.Gender. Male
.Age and Year at Hogwarts. 13 and 3
.Bloodlines. muggle born
.Father. Koronosa Ichshirion
.Mother. Esra Maliene-Ichshirion
.Siblings. Avrae Maliene; half-brother
.Residence. Manchester, England
Appearance:
.Height. 5?11?
.Hair. Chestnut brown
.Eye. Canary yellow
.Body type. Stocky and solid, like a brick.
.Fashion. He doesn?t maintain much of a style per say, though he does frequent the t-shirt and jeans look out of uniform.
.Any other distinguishing features. Some of his facial features are slightly animalistic, noticeable abnormalities including a pronounced brow line, and long pointed teeth, though only from the canines out.
Personality:
.Characteristics and traits.
He?s externally a very happy-go-lucky sort of fellow, making light of nigh any situation. This optimism is just a façade though, disguising a much more calculating nature. Chryos analyzes most situations ludicrously, but tends to keep such minute details to himself.
.Hobbies.
Drawing, cooking, and fishing. (He finds them to be relaxing activities, providing a break from the day-to-day scrutiny of everything else around him.)
.Likes.
Good food, long flights at night, and quirky people. (They?re more fun to study)
.Dislikes.
obnoxiously loud noises, being chastised for staying out late, and peanut butter.
.Strengths.
He maintains a stoic demeanor in the most difficult of situations, and is much more intelligent than he appears.
.Weaknesses.
Because of his nature he tends to be a bit cynical, and gets frustrated (internally) when asked to repeat himself. His temper can get the better of him if he?s not careful.
.Odd Habits.
Chryos? personality really is its own oxymoron. There are times when he has issues differentiating between what either side of his personality are thinking, thus resulting in bouts of quiet glaring until he straightens himself out.
Wizard:
.Wand. Grand Oak and eagle down
.Best subjects. Defense against the dark arts, and charms.
.Worst subjects. Divination, and potions.
.Pets. A lazy gray owl named Peliphone.
.History of character.
Chryos Ichshirion would be the definition of your average curious teenager, if not for one major exception. He had a mysterious talent for what one could only assume would be magic. His parents were baffled in his younger years. Whenever the child would cry objects would move around the room, slung about like a tornado had blasted its way through the house, but there sat the child, completely dumbfounded at what he had just done. These fits of magic matured as he did until his eleventh birthday. It was then he received the invitation to Hogwart?s school of Witchraft and Wizardry, and he finally began to understand what he was. Unfortunately the damage had already been done. Growing up Chryos learned to keep secrets very well, and was inquisitive. He learned to control himself and enlisted in public school at the age of seven, when his parents began to believe he?d ?grown out? of his haunting abilities, as if they were the work of some supernatural imaginary friend. Poor delusional muggles.
SAMPLE POST
The sky literally seemed to be falling this night. The heaven?s literally seemed to burn. The horizon was flaming red, and orange, swallowed only by the massive, dank clouds, pouring down rain, rumbling for miles with each bolt of lightening. The boy was sprinting as fast as he could into the storm. The old house behind him seemed angry in the night, taking on the sweltering color of the sky. He?d made his way out into an open field now, the grass around him swaying and buckling. The wind was howling now, but couldn?t hope to overtake the ringing in the boy?s ears.
Finally he collapsed in the foliage, landing face first with a heavy thud. As he made it back to his knees his face upturned to the sky, twisted, and torn. He couldn?t take it anymore. ?Never! I?ll never be like him!? He sobbed loudly and pounded his fist on the ground. With each thump the grass around him buckled outward. He howled again, ? What?s so wrong with me?? He collapsed downward now, curling into a ball. He began to shake, fists completely tight, his entire body tensing, and then heaving downward. He roared again as his fists hit the ground. Then it gave way.
Time slowed to a halt. The earth had shaken apart beneath him, and his clothing was tattered and strewn about. He lay there for a while, silent. ??Mother?
Bio:
.Name. Chryos Ichshirion
.Gender. Male
.Age and Year at Hogwarts. 13 and 3
.Bloodlines. muggle born
.Father. Koronosa Ichshirion
.Mother. Esra Maliene-Ichshirion
.Siblings. Avrae Maliene; half-brother
.Residence. Manchester, England
Appearance:
.Height. 5?11?
.Hair. Chestnut brown
.Eye. Canary yellow
.Body type. Stocky and solid, like a brick.
.Fashion. He doesn?t maintain much of a style per say, though he does frequent the t-shirt and jeans look out of uniform.
.Any other distinguishing features. Some of his facial features are slightly animalistic, noticeable abnormalities including a pronounced brow line, and long pointed teeth, though only from the canines out.
Personality:
.Characteristics and traits.
He?s externally a very happy-go-lucky sort of fellow, making light of nigh any situation. This optimism is just a façade though, disguising a much more calculating nature. Chryos analyzes most situations ludicrously, but tends to keep such minute details to himself.
.Hobbies.
Drawing, cooking, and fishing. (He finds them to be relaxing activities, providing a break from the day-to-day scrutiny of everything else around him.)
.Likes.
Good food, long flights at night, and quirky people. (They?re more fun to study)
.Dislikes.
obnoxiously loud noises, being chastised for staying out late, and peanut butter.
.Strengths.
He maintains a stoic demeanor in the most difficult of situations, and is much more intelligent than he appears.
.Weaknesses.
Because of his nature he tends to be a bit cynical, and gets frustrated (internally) when asked to repeat himself. His temper can get the better of him if he?s not careful.
.Odd Habits.
Chryos? personality really is its own oxymoron. There are times when he has issues differentiating between what either side of his personality are thinking, thus resulting in bouts of quiet glaring until he straightens himself out.
Wizard:
.Wand. Grand Oak and eagle down
.Best subjects. Defense against the dark arts, and charms.
.Worst subjects. Divination, and potions.
.Pets. A lazy gray owl named Peliphone.
.History of character.
Chryos Ichshirion would be the definition of your average curious teenager, if not for one major exception. He had a mysterious talent for what one could only assume would be magic. His parents were baffled in his younger years. Whenever the child would cry objects would move around the room, slung about like a tornado had blasted its way through the house, but there sat the child, completely dumbfounded at what he had just done. These fits of magic matured as he did until his eleventh birthday. It was then he received the invitation to Hogwart?s school of Witchraft and Wizardry, and he finally began to understand what he was. Unfortunately the damage had already been done. Growing up Chryos learned to keep secrets very well, and was inquisitive. He learned to control himself and enlisted in public school at the age of seven, when his parents began to believe he?d ?grown out? of his haunting abilities, as if they were the work of some supernatural imaginary friend. Poor delusional muggles.
SAMPLE POST
The sky literally seemed to be falling this night. The heaven?s literally seemed to burn. The horizon was flaming red, and orange, swallowed only by the massive, dank clouds, pouring down rain, rumbling for miles with each bolt of lightening. The boy was sprinting as fast as he could into the storm. The old house behind him seemed angry in the night, taking on the sweltering color of the sky. He?d made his way out into an open field now, the grass around him swaying and buckling. The wind was howling now, but couldn?t hope to overtake the ringing in the boy?s ears.
Finally he collapsed in the foliage, landing face first with a heavy thud. As he made it back to his knees his face upturned to the sky, twisted, and torn. He couldn?t take it anymore. ?Never! I?ll never be like him!? He sobbed loudly and pounded his fist on the ground. With each thump the grass around him buckled outward. He howled again, ? What?s so wrong with me?? He collapsed downward now, curling into a ball. He began to shake, fists completely tight, his entire body tensing, and then heaving downward. He roared again as his fists hit the ground. Then it gave way.
Time slowed to a halt. The earth had shaken apart beneath him, and his clothing was tattered and strewn about. He lay there for a while, silent. ??Mother?
