Post by tobias on Jun 29, 2009 22:25:22 GMT -5
Introducing:
Tobias Jude Wood.
Tobias Jude Wood.
The Basics
Name; Tobias Jude Wood
Age; Seventeen
Birthday; May 12
Gender; Male
Year; Seventh
House; Slytherin
Occupation; Student
Wand; Thirteen Inches, Oak, Dragon Scales
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance;
Attractive? Most defiantly Tobias was one of the most attractive lads that you would ever come across and he very well knows it. Coming from his parents who were both extremely good looking people, so it was only in his genes that he would become a heartbreaker. Tobias was the perfect blend of his mother and his father. Most of his facial features were passed of from his heartbreaker of a father. Being it the bone structure, they eyes or nose he was a spitting image of Oliver Wood at seventeen years of age. On the other hand his dark hair eyes and olive complexion came from his beauty of a mother.
On the opposite side of things Tobias was rather disgruntled about his height only being five feet and eleven inches. He had a strong body that was made from hours on the Quidditch field and he liked to let the ladies know that he had a nice set off muscles under those clothes of his. Tobias was in good form and often liked to work out shirtless letting all those ladies know that he was packing guns under it all.
Tobias had a set of perfect lips that often mesmerized the girl that would stare at him, not like he minded. The perfect cerulean green eyes came from his mother often let a cense of emotion free. Strong eye brown and a jaw line harden his face making him slightly intimidating. Tobias was sexy as hell and liked to make the girls swoon to bad he was such a ass. But that was one of Toby’s faults.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; Snake
Boggart; Kittens
Strengths;
Flying and Quidditch <Duh>
Transfiguration
Potions
Kissing <Oh My!>
Manipulating and Cunning
Agile
Confident
Weaknesses;
Kittens <<The fur and the mewing is just .... >>
Being Incorrect
Losing at any form
Committing
Short Tempered
Playboy
Personality;
Ok, the son of Oliver Wood and Victoria Wood was a right little prick. Naturally placed in Slytherin despite his Gryffie father and Ravenclaw mother. Something went wrong with this bad apple and he loved it. He is a evil little bundle of chaos that enjoys others who are suffering. He is critical, ostentatious, insatiable, crude, graphic and well just plain rude. His greatest joy <other than the ladies> is to pray on the week. Those perfect lips curl when he thinks of all the malice things he can do to others.
Naturally he has a racked up a track record when it comes to the ladies. Lets just call it serial dating. Whether it was his good looks or his impressive skills they seemed to flock to him. Which only made him more coincided than he already was. Most of this picked up in his fifth year when he learned what the girls like to hear and see. Tobias couldn’t help but be a playboy and knew that it would eventually catch up to him but he didn’t care one bit.
Tobias was the epitome of self centeredness and wouldn’t deny it. He knows he is attractive and uses it to get what he wants. Lots of the guys looked up to him and the girl’s wanted to be with him. What else could be better? But in all seriousness... Tobias could be nice when he wanted to and did have a heart. He just kept it buried under all that other nonsense. One day his true colors would come on when the time was right. For now he settled on being that guy.
The Past
History;
Tobias Jude Wood was born in spring, the sun was shining flowers were blooming and the damn birds were singing. Oh it was perfect day and this little bundle of hell was delivered to the Wood family. And in advance it wasn’t like his family didn’t try and raise him right because they tired very hard. From the beginning Tobias was just a bad apple. As a child he tended to get into trouble, cursing his brother pulling his sisters hair. You name it he did it just to get the attention. After all he was the oldest and sometimes the babies just got more attention. Also from the beginning Tobias was well quidditch obsessed, sound familiar. Oliver liked that about his son and it brought them close. Part of his father hoped that it would get rid of the attitude. That was just wishful thinking.
When he was eleven, he was sent to Hogwarts after much begging that he may be sent out to go to Durmstrang. But no such luck. So the little Scotsman took the express to Hogwarts pouting the whole way. At the school he was sorted into Slytherin, much a surprise to his family. After all his day was a lion and his mother a raven so why was there a snake in the family. That just started the better than you attitude. Being a Slytherin proved to be interesting and education for Toby. This wasn’t like his family at all and he loved it. There were people just like him and he fed from it. It didn’t take long and he was leading the little herd of boys that preyed on the weak.
The six year flew by to fast according to Tobias. He played quidditch, played with girls and played with the weak. It was just a lot of fun and he knew his seventh year would be different. He had to decide what he wanted to do when he was out of school. Quidditch was a option but his father didn’t like that idea knowing it would only let him go so far. So he was started to feel the pressure from his parents to do well in school. Tobias was a scholar and knew that quidditch was the better bet. He would cross that road when he got to it though and knew he would continue being himself until then.
Put You To The Test
Password;
Roleplay Sample;
Janey Lauren Wilcox had always been a rather particular and complex creature. Trying to understand her mind was like a courtyard maze. Tricky and full of dead ends. Which was why when she departed on this very evening the people around her didn’t even ask why she was heading into Little Hangleton. Janey wouldn’t have a answer for them either. She did what she wanted when she wanted to do it. No one could stand in her way when she has finally set her mind. She was as headstrong as her father had been if not more stubborn. Which was why Sir Martin Wilcox wasn’t concerned that he had lost his son in such a manner. In his opinion his daughter had more potential than his ‘son’ ever had. Janey was taught this for the last ten years. That she would in the end take over the Wilcox name. After all she was their pride and joy even though she rarely seen them. After all she was in her mid twenties and didn’t need her parents. Even when she was growing up she felt as though she didn’t need them. Being a pureblood adolescent she had plenty of freedom and didn’t have to worry about anything. Oh yes, the fair skinned dark haired beauty was taught discipline. It had been drilled into her head that she would follow in her father’s foot steps. After all her mother was far to weak and she possessed all the will in the world. That was difference between the two Wilcox women. Janey would always go after what she wanted, no matter what the price.
A light breeze brushed the bushes off to her right and ruffled her long billowing brunette hair in the wind. The pale moonlight danced off the cobblestone walkway and cast a incandescent shadow over area. Janey had always love midnight walks in the moonlight. There was something incredibly satisfying about being in the dark even though she was in a poor part of town. Little Hangleton wasn’t the place for a young lady, although Janey was a lady she could take care of herself. The danger of the place shot adrenaline through her veins and the excitement shone in her brilliant hazel eyes. The eyes belonged to a very becoming face, she was far from being original. Even to look at her you could see something dark stirring behind her warm and inviting eyes. The woman had a pale yet flawless canvas, a light dusty rose settled on her high cheekbones. Janey had a small narrow nose that was rather becoming on her face, it was well proportioned and fit. It was mentioned by many that the most inviting and seductive part of Janey Wilcox was her lips. She had soft velvet lips that called out. Janey had inherited her good looks from her mother, although her mother was more of a willowy sort while this young woman was muscular.
Tonight was like no other in concern to Janey. It was just another walk in this lonely abandoned town. All that was seen was a young woman meandering slowly through the twisted path. The young woman blended into the background dressed in all black. A soft clicking nose broke the silence as she walked on the cobblestone made by her black stiletto boots. Black meeting black, the material of her pants where a stretchy black material which fell below her navel. A thin line of skin was showed between the top and bottom. A tattoo was just barley noticeable playing peek a boo with the waistband of her pants. Janey had always been known for her sense of style. She liked to play up old vintage pieces with newer trends that flattered her toned body. A black fitted corset hugged to her swells and curves, the ones that she had been rather famous for in school. The same ones that got her well noticed at her young age of twenty five. Janey knew that she was considered beautiful and seductive but rarely played it up unless she knew she had some thing to gain from it.
Janey continued to wander with no meaning other than to clear her head of all those thought she couldn’t release. It wasn’t her fault it was that time of year. The time when she had lost her most trusted friend. That’s what Christian had been to her, but what kind of brother and son would sell out his own family. The young woman could never understand it and knew she wouldn’t ever know what he had did what he did. Perhaps he was just so different that he couldn’t understand the family. But to Miss Wilcox blood was thicker than water and you always stood by your family. Or maybe it was because she believed in that darkness around her and she loved it. The thrill of the power that pulsed through her veins, the power she felt when she was stronger than another and it only grew stronger with each day. This little brunette may be small but she had the uncanny ability to see what she wanted and didn’t stop until it was in her tiny palm. That was why she was in Little Hangleton, walking off the memories that seemed to flood back to her. The ones that she shouldn’t recall on any accord. They were lost to her. A crack behind her pulled Janey out of her dream world and whipped around to see where the noise had come from.
