Post by Calhoun Selwyn on Jun 15, 2008 13:00:28 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; a
Age; b
Location; c
Time Zone; d
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Calhoun Selwynn[/size]
Age;[/b] Eighteen[/size]
Year;[/b] Seventh[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Arthur Selwynn and Marianna Selwynn[/size]
Wand;[/b] Oak, twelve inches, phoenix feather center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Dragon[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Losing his best friend (read; Kallie) [/size]
Animagus;[/b] No[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco, naturally[/size]
Pets;[/b] Nah[/size]
History;[/b]
Calhoun Jesse Selwynn was born to expecting parents on a warm June night. The first (and only) child to the Selwynn legacy--what an important day! His arrival was met with pride, though one day, that pride would turn to something quite near the opposite.
Cal was not a sheltered child; his father let him do as he pleased when he was around, and his mother was far too busy with working and keeping the Household running to watch after him too carefully. He was able to explore and do as he willed, which his parents seemed to think was best.
Another pregnancy came around just a year after Cal was born. However, that pregnancy did not last long, and was shortly followed by another. And another. And more and more followed. His mother had fallen into a deep depression after that; the inability to produce another child, quite clearly, upset her greatly. After all, she wanted a little girl to call her own so badly. Cal's father blamed his mother, as he always would, and started returning later and later each night. Cal, however, was just a baby, and never noticed until later.
Cal was two when his younger brother, Nate, showed up. He accepted him whole-heartedly, though as he grew, he grew more confused. Where had Nate come from? His mother certainly had never been pregnant. He was around seven or so when he finally learned what an affair was, and was certain that his father had had one, and that was where his baby brother was from.
His life was changing quickly once he hit the age of nine. Or, things he hadn't noticed before he was beginning to pick up on; his father drank too much and didn't treat his mother well, and ignored him at all costs. The young boy turned to something his father had taken solace in during his younger years; silence and the company of himself.
He was sent to Hogwarts three months after his eleventh birthday, sorted right into Slytherin like his parents had been. He, like his father, stayed to himself for his first year and avoided cliques and groups. He put his mind to his studies, even though he didn't really have to, being quite bright (though either not bright enough to get into Ravenclaw, or his blood too 'Slytherin', for lack of better phrase). Little Miss Malfoy pulled him right from that shell the next year, when she was sorted into the same House as he.
The two grew to be best friends; inseparable at the least. Over the years, that friendship grew to something a tad bit more, though that ended once she discovered a certain Mudblood Gryffindor. Not that he’d minded. He’d long since put his interest into other girls; sleeping around quite often, becoming widely known as a heartbreaker. Though, the girls kept coming; he was rather attractive, after all.
Drugs seeped into the boys life at the young age of fifteen. A friend of his had offered him some, and he had not been able to resist. From that day on, he was hooked. He had known what addiction was, as he had started smoking when he was thirteen, but never had he experienced one so addicting. He preferred his stronger substances, though weed was fine and dandy, and had no problem getting it. A lot of his friends in the ‘shady’ crowd dealt, and he had a very nice amount of money as he was from a wealthy family.
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Appearance;[/b]
Cal was told often that he was a good mixture between his parents, though resembled his mother more if you looked closely. He had never cared too much for his father and was always close with his mother, and even closer to her when the affair he suspected came to be true.
Calhoun was of average height for his age; six-foot two His skin was pale, though not deathly so; he did tan in the summer, however. Just by looking at him you might under-estimate him, think him as a weakling, as he appears lanky. However, he was much stronger than he looked, with wiry muscles beneath the skin instead of bulky ones. Besides, huge muscles were unattractive and hard to keep up.
His face was somewhat long, oval shaped if you would, though altogether handsome. A scar marred his left cheek, only visible when he smirked or smiled, and was the result of a Quidditch accident in his second year. However, those smiles were rare, the smirk more common. It took a lot to draw a smile from the young man. His eyes were extremely intense, and hard to look away from. The colors varied from the brightest blue to the darkest gray, and every other color in between. Usually, something similar to a five-o-click shadow graced his lower cheeks and jaw, as the young man generally was too lazy to shave every day. Stubble looked good on him, anyway.
His hair varied in shades of brown, though usually took a happy medium between dark and light. In the summer, it was lighter. In the winter, it was nearly black. However, he had Kalypso do a charm on his hair to keep it one color while they were in school. Unfortunately, it was similar to hair-dye, and faded with time. The length varied as well, though he usually kept it somewhat shaggy; falling into his eyes.
Hos wardrobe outside of his uniform was quite simple. He usually stuck to dark-colored button-downs and dark pants or jeans, though sometimes could be seen with tee-shirts on (very nice and well-made, of course). He wasn’t particularly picky with what he wore, though didn’t like bright colors much. In other words, Kalypso had lost the rights to picking out clothes for him
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Personality;[/b]
Cal was known most for his temper; short and explosive, and the cause of many detentions over the years. Fist fights were not below him, and nor were magical duels. He did, however, always fight fair; after all, his ass may depend on that one day. He was arrogant, and a jerk, and never really bothered with caring with what others thought. Lazy would be another good word to describe him; he'd always take the easiest way out.
However, aside from the temper, he had a heart of gold and 'Gryffindor streak of loyalty' (as his father often called it). Despite coming off as an arrogant jackass, his heart was large and made of pure blood, though simply hidden by the cold exterior he hid behind. Once you became his friend, however, you would learn that you would never have a better friend than he.
The one thing Cal was known for was his talent with the ladies. He'd use them for a week or so at most, than toss her away from a new one. Older girls were not above nor below his standards, and neither were those younger (though his limit was just three years below himself, four if you were lucky and mature). He played his women like he did cards; with practiced precision and ease, never breaking a sweat. While he may have had broken dozens upon dozens of hearts, you would never hear a complaint about Calhoun Selwynn; he was a good lover, apparently.
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Likes;[/b]
-Drugs
-Smoking
-Drinking
-Kalypso (she’s similar to a little sister to him)
-Sex
-Sleeping
-The Dark Arts
-More sex
-Girls
-Parties
-Quidditch (he’s a Beater)
-Purebloods
-Slytherins
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Dislikes;[/b]
-Annoyingly clingy females
-Girls who think they’re dating because he slept with them
-Too much sunlight
-Hangovers
-Idiots
-Most of his teachers
-Mudbloods
-Gryffindors
-The Ministry
-Classes
-Things that cut into his sleeping time[/size]
Model;[/b] Gaspard Ulliel[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Nah[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] No. [:[/size]
Name; a
Age; b
Location; c
Time Zone; d
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Calhoun Selwynn[/size]
Age;[/b] Eighteen[/size]
Year;[/b] Seventh[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Arthur Selwynn and Marianna Selwynn[/size]
Wand;[/b] Oak, twelve inches, phoenix feather center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Dragon[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Losing his best friend (read; Kallie) [/size]
Animagus;[/b] No[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco, naturally[/size]
Pets;[/b] Nah[/size]
History;[/b]
Calhoun Jesse Selwynn was born to expecting parents on a warm June night. The first (and only) child to the Selwynn legacy--what an important day! His arrival was met with pride, though one day, that pride would turn to something quite near the opposite.
Cal was not a sheltered child; his father let him do as he pleased when he was around, and his mother was far too busy with working and keeping the Household running to watch after him too carefully. He was able to explore and do as he willed, which his parents seemed to think was best.
Another pregnancy came around just a year after Cal was born. However, that pregnancy did not last long, and was shortly followed by another. And another. And more and more followed. His mother had fallen into a deep depression after that; the inability to produce another child, quite clearly, upset her greatly. After all, she wanted a little girl to call her own so badly. Cal's father blamed his mother, as he always would, and started returning later and later each night. Cal, however, was just a baby, and never noticed until later.
Cal was two when his younger brother, Nate, showed up. He accepted him whole-heartedly, though as he grew, he grew more confused. Where had Nate come from? His mother certainly had never been pregnant. He was around seven or so when he finally learned what an affair was, and was certain that his father had had one, and that was where his baby brother was from.
His life was changing quickly once he hit the age of nine. Or, things he hadn't noticed before he was beginning to pick up on; his father drank too much and didn't treat his mother well, and ignored him at all costs. The young boy turned to something his father had taken solace in during his younger years; silence and the company of himself.
He was sent to Hogwarts three months after his eleventh birthday, sorted right into Slytherin like his parents had been. He, like his father, stayed to himself for his first year and avoided cliques and groups. He put his mind to his studies, even though he didn't really have to, being quite bright (though either not bright enough to get into Ravenclaw, or his blood too 'Slytherin', for lack of better phrase). Little Miss Malfoy pulled him right from that shell the next year, when she was sorted into the same House as he.
The two grew to be best friends; inseparable at the least. Over the years, that friendship grew to something a tad bit more, though that ended once she discovered a certain Mudblood Gryffindor. Not that he’d minded. He’d long since put his interest into other girls; sleeping around quite often, becoming widely known as a heartbreaker. Though, the girls kept coming; he was rather attractive, after all.
Drugs seeped into the boys life at the young age of fifteen. A friend of his had offered him some, and he had not been able to resist. From that day on, he was hooked. He had known what addiction was, as he had started smoking when he was thirteen, but never had he experienced one so addicting. He preferred his stronger substances, though weed was fine and dandy, and had no problem getting it. A lot of his friends in the ‘shady’ crowd dealt, and he had a very nice amount of money as he was from a wealthy family.
[/size]
Appearance;[/b]
Cal was told often that he was a good mixture between his parents, though resembled his mother more if you looked closely. He had never cared too much for his father and was always close with his mother, and even closer to her when the affair he suspected came to be true.
Calhoun was of average height for his age; six-foot two His skin was pale, though not deathly so; he did tan in the summer, however. Just by looking at him you might under-estimate him, think him as a weakling, as he appears lanky. However, he was much stronger than he looked, with wiry muscles beneath the skin instead of bulky ones. Besides, huge muscles were unattractive and hard to keep up.
His face was somewhat long, oval shaped if you would, though altogether handsome. A scar marred his left cheek, only visible when he smirked or smiled, and was the result of a Quidditch accident in his second year. However, those smiles were rare, the smirk more common. It took a lot to draw a smile from the young man. His eyes were extremely intense, and hard to look away from. The colors varied from the brightest blue to the darkest gray, and every other color in between. Usually, something similar to a five-o-click shadow graced his lower cheeks and jaw, as the young man generally was too lazy to shave every day. Stubble looked good on him, anyway.
His hair varied in shades of brown, though usually took a happy medium between dark and light. In the summer, it was lighter. In the winter, it was nearly black. However, he had Kalypso do a charm on his hair to keep it one color while they were in school. Unfortunately, it was similar to hair-dye, and faded with time. The length varied as well, though he usually kept it somewhat shaggy; falling into his eyes.
Hos wardrobe outside of his uniform was quite simple. He usually stuck to dark-colored button-downs and dark pants or jeans, though sometimes could be seen with tee-shirts on (very nice and well-made, of course). He wasn’t particularly picky with what he wore, though didn’t like bright colors much. In other words, Kalypso had lost the rights to picking out clothes for him
[/size]
Personality;[/b]
Cal was known most for his temper; short and explosive, and the cause of many detentions over the years. Fist fights were not below him, and nor were magical duels. He did, however, always fight fair; after all, his ass may depend on that one day. He was arrogant, and a jerk, and never really bothered with caring with what others thought. Lazy would be another good word to describe him; he'd always take the easiest way out.
However, aside from the temper, he had a heart of gold and 'Gryffindor streak of loyalty' (as his father often called it). Despite coming off as an arrogant jackass, his heart was large and made of pure blood, though simply hidden by the cold exterior he hid behind. Once you became his friend, however, you would learn that you would never have a better friend than he.
The one thing Cal was known for was his talent with the ladies. He'd use them for a week or so at most, than toss her away from a new one. Older girls were not above nor below his standards, and neither were those younger (though his limit was just three years below himself, four if you were lucky and mature). He played his women like he did cards; with practiced precision and ease, never breaking a sweat. While he may have had broken dozens upon dozens of hearts, you would never hear a complaint about Calhoun Selwynn; he was a good lover, apparently.
[/size]
Likes;[/b]
-Drugs
-Smoking
-Drinking
-Kalypso (she’s similar to a little sister to him)
-Sex
-Sleeping
-The Dark Arts
-More sex
-Girls
-Parties
-Quidditch (he’s a Beater)
-Purebloods
-Slytherins
[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]
-Annoyingly clingy females
-Girls who think they’re dating because he slept with them
-Too much sunlight
-Hangovers
-Idiots
-Most of his teachers
-Mudbloods
-Gryffindors
-The Ministry
-Classes
-Things that cut into his sleeping time[/size]
Model;[/b] Gaspard Ulliel[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Nah[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] No. [:[/size]