Post by Alavair Leah on Jun 3, 2009 15:13:17 GMT -5
[ALAVAIR ISSAC LEAH]
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FULL NAME: Alavair Issac Leah
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
DATE OF BIRTH: July, 19
AGE: 16
YEAR: 6th
HOUSE: Slytherin
SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: Royalty
WAND TYPE: Elm, Nine Inches, Hair of a Nundu Core. (Made by Gregorovitch)
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LIKES:
- Women
- Wealth
- Position
- Quidditch
- Speed (He is very fast-paced)
- The Night
- Magical Theory
- Transfiguration
- Recognition
- Cold, Crisp Air
DISLIKES:
- Stupidity
- Sitting Around
- Needles
- Excessively Tall Females
- Goody-Goodies
- Muggles
- Disrespect
- Divination
- Dumbledore
- Prudes
STRENGTHS:
- Physically Powerful
- Highly Intelligent
- Charismatic
- Cat-Like Reflexes
- Cold Demeanor
- Highly Skilled in Transfiguration and Charms
- Able To Assess Situations Clearly
- Thinks Well On His Feet
WEAKNESSES:
- Amazingly Arrogant
- Underestimates Most Opponents
- Quick Tempered
- Overly Opinionated
- Tends To Overreact
- Prone To Jealousy
- Sometimes Does Not Think Before Speaking
- He's A Sucker For Beautiful Eyes
PATRONUS: A Black Panther
PERSONALITY: Alavair is best described with seven words: Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth. For those unfamiliar, these are the seven so called 'deadly sins'. His pride has always been one of his forgoing virtues, readily apparent to anyone that has ever so much as looked at him. Not only does he take great pride in his appearance, but a fair amount of people have called him a narcissist in his day. It isn't uncommon whatsoever to find himself admiring his reflection, and it is all together a miracle that he manages to play sports without worrying about potentially damaging his god-like looks. While each of the aforementioned words could be gone into with a fair bit of detail, I will keep it brief by only going into the ones that matter the most in his particular case: Wrath and Lust.
The key trait that many people pair him with is Lust, although most people are less kind in their description of it. The word man whore might be a fitting description, although it makes it seem like he does it for the sheer pleasure. His true motive however, is the feeling of power that he gets from adding another conquest to his list. Some might see this as a bit depraved, using girls simply to say that he had conquered them, although in modern society it seems perfectly acceptable. He is hailed by most men as an icon, a legend in his own time. Surprisingly enough, even though almost every woman knows his intentions, they still line up to date him. He is truely gifted, and worse off, he knows as much.
Then there's the wrath thing. His overly cocky attitude combined with his short fuse make him a volatile person to be around, and to make matters even worse (if possible) his physical abilities are enough to back up almost all of the trash he talks. It is generally assumed that because he is so physical, he doesn't have the capacity to plan. It has been thoughts such as these that have been the ruin of many a man foolish enough to cross his path. Alavair is amazingly patient when need be, allowing his plans to come to fruition as time allows. That certain unpredictability of a loose canon makes him a fierce enemy, and an even more wanted Ally
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HAIR/EYES: Brown, Chocolate
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'4", 215lbs
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Alavair isn't what one might refer to as 'garden variety'. His fair complection and dashing good looks seem to set him apart from most other males his age, something that the female population has definitely noticed. His prominent jawline is enough to make most women swoon, although it definitely doesn't stop there. Alavair seems to have taken the best traits of both sides of the family, something that he highly prides himself on. People that know his parents constantly seem to bring up the similarity to his mother's dark hair, although it is generally his eyes that spark the most discussion. Their cold and almost steely gaze seems to be able to penetrate even the heaviest defenses, seeing directly into the soul. His face has been referred to as angelic on various occasions, although perhaps they've chosen the wrong place to compare him too. His high cheekbones add even more to his overall appeal, and we've only just begun to describe him.
Broad and powerful shoulders set on a relatively thin frame. A look at him wouldn't send off any warning sirens, although upon closer inspection the power within his small frame becomes readily apparent. His arms, while not obscenely muscular, are well toned, his delicate cream colored skin still soft to the touch. Powerful hands rest at the end of his arms, looking almost as if they are too large for his thin frame. His knuckles bear a few small scars from various fights, although he prides himself on these 'battle scars' His chest and abdomen are nothing out of the ordinary...at least when compared to the gods of legend. He takes great pride in this fact, and has been known on various occasions to make excuses to have his shirt off. His legs are nothing special, despite their muscular structure. All in all he is a prime male speciman, and if you can't tell that, just ask, as he will most likely be more than willing to inform you.
His clothing is restriced to the best that money can buy, which typically leaves him looking a tad over-dressed. He could easily be mistaken for a muggle model, were he to ever wear their clothing, A majority of his ensembles are custom made to his own specifications, and therefore, like him, are quite literally one of a kind.
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PARENTS/GUARDIANS:
- Jeffery Leah, Father, 47, CEO of a major music company, only signing wizarding acts, of course.
- Alexandria Leah, Mother, Housewife.
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
As a Pure Blood, Alavair is related to all of the other Pure Blood Families in one way or another. This Includes the Weasley's (Distant Cousins), The Malfoy's, and The Black's.
CHARACTER HISTORY: From a young age, two things were reinforced in the mind of Alavair Leah.
1. You are a wizard, which should give you the right to rule.
2. You are a Pure Blood, and you should never forget that.
He eagerly embraced both of these Tenets, and by the tender age of ten he was already a force to be reckoned with. His family moved numerous times during his childhood, due in large part to the predicaments he created for himself. The very name of Alavair Leah became synonimous with fear to local muggle children wherever he lived, a fact that he has always prided himself on. Despite the constant moving, his acceptance letter to Hogwarts still arrived. He had been expecting it, his mother having already begun teaching him magic. He had taken to both charms and transfiguration quickly, those being his mother's specialties, and thus already had relatively good knowledge of them by the time that he arrived at school.
He had been sorted into Slytherin, a fact which he took great pride in, and he soon found that he had no desire to be around any of the students not belonging to his house. His first few school years flew by relatively easily, making a name for himself by only a few weeks into his first year. In his second year of schooling he joined the Slytherin quidditch team, his physical prowess making him an excellent addition as a beater. Glorified by a majority of the student body and praised excessively by his Professors, Alavair was what could be described as the perfect student.
He quickly gained a nickname as the 'God of Slytherin', and by the end of his third year he had begun establishing a 'court'. The court included only the elite among the Slytherin's, and it was from them that a majority of the trouble started. Alavair would generally take most of the blame, a majority of the Professor's cutting him breaks due to his exemplary academic record.
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EXPERIENCE: 10 years writing, 8 years administration work.
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: (Taken from a Twilight Site)
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"You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing.
For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope."
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[/color]The day was dismal, although that was exactly how he had always liked his days. At least for the last century and a half, give or take a few years. Jasper could hear the storm brewing outside, although he didn't need to hear it to know what would be happening. Alice had told all of them earlier in the day that there was a storm coming, and the decision had been made only within the last twenty minutes to play baseball tonight. While Esme and Edward had gone ahead, Jasper had waited patiently at the house. Alice was with Bella, or at least she had been earlier in the day, doing 'girl things'. It never failed to bother him when he was detached from Alice for an extended period of time, although he had to admit to himself that he was getting better. Neither Alice nor Bella wanted him around during their girly chats, a fact which had somewhat surprised him. To put things plainly, as he had for Alice, Jasper had never taken Bella to be a 'girly girl', and thus was quite surprised with all the rigors she was letting Alice put her through. The shopping trips where nothing was bought, and the random times when Alice decided to attempt to style hair and apply makeup....perhaps it was in his best interest that he was not with them.
He sat quietly in the room that he and Alice shared, flipping through the pages of a book on the Civil war. Not like he needed to read what was said about it. Hell, he had been at this battle. He had commanded a brigade of Confederate soldiers, and one passage even included mention of a 'Major Whitlock'. Jasper smiled to himself as he thumbed through the pages, the book worn due to the many times he had looked through it. The noise downstairs was loud enough that even a human would have been able to hear it, and thus to Jasper it sounded as if the thunderstorm had decided to make its presence known inside their home. Quickly enough however, he had formed a guess as to the source of the noise. Rosalie had gone out alone this morning, refusing to take Emmett with her. That could only mean one thing: shopping. It was funny really, that of all the things that they could have in common with the humans, Jasper's first thought was that males, no matter the species, despised shopping. Rising from the bed, Jasper walked crept down the stairs. There was always the chance that it was Alice returning, and even perhaps bringing Bella along with her, and the possibility was more than enough to make him find out for sure.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his initial suspicions were confirmed. Rosalie was laying on the couch, her eyes strangely focused on the ceiling above. Casually glancing upward as he walked toward her, Jasper offered a smile as he took a seat on the end of the couch. He would have never dared to do this normally, although he knew for sure that Esme was in the clearing, waiting to see who all would play. Even with this thought in mind, he quickly glanced around, more a force of habit than out of actually looking for her, just to make sure that he wasn't about to catch an ear full. Continuing to stare upward at the ceiling, Jasper looked for anything out of the ordinary, anything that might lead to Rose staring. He allowed his thoughts to wander, hoping to pick up some sort of emotion from her, something to tell him what she was doing. Yet surprisingly, she seemed carefree, no emotion significantly sticking out enough to really make an impression. Damn...guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way... His tone soft, Jasper finally spoke, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. "Finding anything interesting up there Rose? I can't seem to figure out for the life of me what's gotten you so throughly entranced." His words had been deliberate, a joke that he hoped his sister would get. If not, then perhaps he would just retreat back to his room, a quiet place where he could eagerly anticipate Alice's return.
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tag ,, Rose !
status ,, Complete !
word count ,, 711 !
music ,, Love Me Dead - Ludo. Fitting, no? lol !
misc ,, I'm enjoying my first post
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