Post by Rhys Foyer on Jun 11, 2009 17:01:40 GMT -5
[RHYS DAMIAN FOYER]
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are familiar faces...
FULL NAME: Rhys Damian Foyer
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
DATE OF BIRTH: October 24th
AGE: 16
YEAR: 6
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: rebellion
WAND TYPE: 12” elm dragon heartstring
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PATRONUS: Bear
PERSONALITY: Although Rhys follows most rules, he knows how to bend them just so, so that he can still do what he wants but not get into any trouble for it. He knows exactly how to walk the line between “good” and “bad” without crossing it. Although, he has had the occasional slip up and gets into trouble. But he just takes that in stride, and learns from his mistakes so that he will not be caught again. Now, he is not a trouble-maker, but he highly dislikes being told what to do, or what not to do and sets out to find the loopholes in rules.
He also has a tendency to twist words to his advantage, and loves to have verbal wars with people. He is not keen on the fighting, but rather the mental challenge and the dueling of the words that interests Rhys. So, he is more likely to debate with friends about meaningless things, even when he does not believe in what he is arguing for (he loves playing Devil’s Advocate), or actually verbally sparring with people he dislikes. There is nothing more that he enjoys that watching people he dislikes have a dumbfounded look, or not know how to reply to him.
Rhys also highly dislikes those who pick on others and/or try to beat up on those weaker than others. He especially loathes those who think they are better than others just because of where they were born, how much money they have, or how they look. He feels it is his mission to bring these types down a peg or two, and loves to try to deflate egos. He will go out of his away if the mood suits him to torment those who torment others. He knows it is slightly hypocritical to torment others when he dislikes it so, but he lives by the ‘treat others the way you want to be treated.’ The way he sees it, he is evening the odds and treating jerks as jerks.
He is not a patient person by any means, when waiting for anyone, he paces and mutters, even if he is five minutes early. Along with his impatience, he has a fierce temper, and can be downright cruel when he is angry. He also has the tendency to lash out at people when he is in pain or hurt. When he was younger, he made himself angry so he would not cry, creating his tendency to lash out at people. While he is honest about most things, he does twist words to fit his purposes if the circumstances call for it, although he never lies outright.
Rhys is highly intelligent fellow. Even as a young child his parents were astounded by how much Rhys could learn, recite, how well he had spoken, and just how much he knew. Rhys is like a sponge when it comes to learning, it just comes naturally to him. He makes learning, tests, and all classes seem easy and very effortless. He hardly ever really has to try when he studies for a test. Part of it is due that he has a photographic memory, anything he reads he remembers, anything a professor has written down he will remember.
One drawback for Rhys however, is that he cannot learn from just talking or hearing. Auditory learning is Rhys’s one weakness, discussing material as a ways of learning something only makes Rhys’s eyes cross. He would much rather see it, then hear about it. Which is one of the reasons music classes, drama, and divination are his weakest subjects.
Rhys also has problems with subjects that do not make sense in his mind. If they are not logically based, Rhys has no idea what to do with it. Potions, for Rhys, is the most fascinating subject, for it is based on precise measurements, timing, and, to him, supreme logic. Another subject Rhys fell in love with was arithmancy, for to him, was as logical as one could get.
If Rhys does not feel he is adequately challenged, or that professors are just assigning when he deems “busy work” he will slack off and just not do it. He feels that not actually learning anything, and busy work are a waste of his time and refuses to have anything to do with it. Fortunately for Rhys, a lot of the magical subjects challenge Rhys.
Rhys does have one tiny weakness when it comes to his photographic memory. He is slightly dyslexic, and mixes words, sentences, and letters up many times. Sometimes he mixes up words in a sentence, causing the sentence to have a totally different meaning than what it was before, causing him to have misinformation, and sometimes getting things wrong on his test.
Rhys has the biggest fear of death, and because he fears death, he hates it also. He fears that death will take away more of his loved ones, his friends, or himself, and hates that he fears death. He hates that he has no control over it, or that it is an entity that he cannot touch. He is usually very grounded and logical, but when it comes to death and the talk of death, he freezes, and becomes almost illogical in his fear, and hatred of this aspect of life. To him, a lot of death is illogical, though a natural aspect of life.
Rhys’s biggest passion in life are sports. He loves them and cannot imagine doing anything else with his life. Sports are one of the only two things that Rhys truly excels at. He hopes to one day be the wizarding world’s best quidditch captain, a name very renowned, and to have accumulated many awards as a quidditch player in and of itself.
Rhys also has a deep love of wizard’s chess. Wizard’s chess amuses him, for it is both logically based and yet violent. Rhys’s love of chess stems from both the logic required of it, and that he views chess as a sort of exercise of the mind. Rhys was not always that great at chess, it has taken him years to figure out all the strategies and ways of reading people. He is not the best player by any means, but next to sports, this is one of his favorite games.
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HAIR/EYES:
Eyes: He has blue eyes that seem to always sparkle as if he is secretly laughing at the world. Although there are times when he can be very unreadable, it is like an ice field spread across his eyes, but that only happens if someone has made him angry or if he is hiding something from the person.
Hair: He has dark brown hair that he keeps a little long, letting it fall in his face most of the time, being a bit too lazy to have it cut or do anything with it. Though he would never admit it to any living soul, he loves his hair and ensures that it is well taken care of. He keeps his hair in what he calls the “perfect mess,” the messy but attractive way his hair usually falls (or so he likes to think). Some of the time he may slick it back if he wants a more sophisticated look but he would much rather just leave it as is.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5’9 – 185 pounds
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The one feature that Rhys has the most about himself is his pale skin. He would much rather have the darker tan, which he finds is a lot more attractive on people, especially himself. Unfortunately for him, however, no matter how much time he spends in the sun he only seems to get burned rather than tanning.
He walks with a lazy grace, not too fast, but not overtly slow either. He never actually seems to be standing in one place, but rather leans on something, or slouches against a wall. His favorite stance is to lean against the wall, one leg braced on the floor, the other crossed over it, and his arms crossed.
Rhys possesses a very athletic and muscular body. Rhys loves to play sports, especially rugby and football, and ensures that he is in good condition to play these sports. He is also a firm believer that a person should always take care of their bodies, which includes working out and eating properly.
Rhys dresses simply, despite his ideas that one should take care of one’s body, his clothing is one thing he has no real care for. He is usually found either running around in gym pants and a shirt, or jeans and a black t-shirt. His mother tries to buy him button-up shirts, or sweaters, but Rhys prefers the simplicity of his style. It is easy for him to throw on and go out and about his day.
Rhys has tattoo on the inside of his right forearm of a cross with a single rose twined around it in remembrance of his grandmother, Rose Marie Foyer.
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PARENTS/GUARDIANS:
Father: Malcolm Eric Foyer {46}
Mother” Rachel Sara Foyer {45}
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
Grandmother: Rose Marie Foyer {deceased}
CHARACTER HISTORY: Rhys Foyer is the only son of Rachel and Malcolm Foyer. Rhys' parents were sweethearts from their third year on at Hogwarts. The two met when Rachel accidently dumped green ink on Malcolm as they were both running to class in opposite directions. Though it was not instant love at first site, the two hit it off when Rachel insisted she have lunch and dinner with Malcolm to try and make up for the green ink incident. It is still something the two of them tell at family reunions with much fondness (Rhys is so tired of that story, he has developed a dislike for green ink).
Rhys himself was the only child Rachel could have, and even that came with much difficulty. To Rachel, Rhys is her miracle baby. Rhys was highly doted on by his parents and had a relatively wonderful childhood. The only thing that Rhys could complain about was all the tutoring that his parents put him through. The two of them were determined that Rhys would be a top-notch student.
Much to their happiness, Rhys picked things up fast, much to their chagrin, however, Rhys was not as applied as they hoped him to be. Rhys was quite lazy if he did not feel the subject was worth his time. But his parents persisted. Eventually Malcolm would bribe Rhys to do his studies with secret flying lessons. Rhys was in love with quidditch since the boy watched it. He knew every team, player, and rule there was by the time Rhys was 7. By 10 Rhys was determined to be the best quidditch player the world had ever seen… much to his mother’s displeasure, who had always hoped her little boy would become an arithmancer.
Rhys’ first couple of years at Hogwarts were a bit shaky because Rhys was a little bit ahead and felt that a lot of the lessons were a waste of his time. He had no use for them. But as professors beat down on him, and after two rather nasty howlers from his parents, Rhys cracked down. Now, Rhys makes the grades his parents desire while still doing what he wants to do. He just waits until the last minute to do assignments. His parents and professors both lament over that fact because Rhys has a lot of potential that Rhys seemingly refuses to use.
Rhys, himself, would much rather spend his time playing quidditch and chasing the girls, occasionally making potions, and deciphering some arithmancy problems. But unfortunately for him, the demands of his parents make him pay attention to his studies. Rhys has been known to make cracks that he should become headmaster of Hogwarts and make the school a quidditch school, in which only potions, arithmancy, and flying lessons were taught. Now that would be a school worth attending!
Unfortunately for Rhys, the only other woman, besides Rhys' mother, that Rhys loved in all the world died a year ago, his grandmother, Rose Marie. She was a major figure in his life whenever he was able to visit with her and see her. She doted on him and taught him his love of books and logic. She totally abhorred quidditch, and yet would pretend interest just for Rhys. Rhys hopes to one day meet a woman like his grandmother Rose Marie to have his own family with. A week after her death Rhys (much to his parents disapproval) got a tattoo in remembrance of his Grannie Rose.
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EXPERIENCE: Writing since grade school, roleplaying for about 6 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: Taken from another site:
Adrian stared at the dagger in her hand without emotion. It dripped the blood of her brother. She studied it with a curious fascination, thinking the blood slowly sliding down the blade and dropping into the spreading puddle was rather pretty. She should get a picture of this.
She turned her attention to her brother, who was staring at her in horror. Adrian knew she should feel something, but she just stared at him, curious to see how long until the light faded from his eyes.
"Why?" Marcus gasped, clutching his hand over the gaping wound in his stomach. "Mora, why?" The anguish in his eyes should have made Adrian feel something but there was nothing... only peaceful nothingness.
Adrian studied her brother a moment before answering, "I have to be the best. And the best is in the dark."
Suddenly the calm that had settled over Adrian lifted and a wave of horror and alarm crashed into Adrian's concious as she realized her beloved brother was laying in a pool of blood because of her.
"MARCUS!" Adrian screamed as she lunged down toward her brother to try to save the life she had tried to steal only moments before... "
Adrian came awake with the scream dying on her lips. Gasping she glanced around her, frantically trying to get her baring back. She realized it had all been a nightmare, one of the worse ones lately. She had been having more frequent nightmares of killing her family in various ways, and other dreams of being a dark witch shaming her family. But they all ended the same, her family dead and her staring in horror.
Adrian shook her head and glanced around, trying to remember where in the world she was. She frowned when she realized she had fallen asleep in the woods at Little Hangleton. Not exactly the brightest idea of hers. She had told those at the ministry she was coming here to explore, see if she could sniff out any of the dark activity that had been reported by various residents. This was, after all, a rather notorious spot for such things.
In truth, she had come to see if she could find any other journals Vladius Moriarty had left behind. She had read two of them already over and over, becoming ever more curious about the dark arts. Though she vowed to keep it at that, just a curiosity, though if she admitted it to herself, it was becoming more of an obsession, but she could be stubborn about seeing such things. She liked living in the land of denial.
After failing to locate another journal she had decided to walk through the woods to release some of her tension. The past few days had been miserable. It had been more bad events after the next. She had gotten lectured by her father, her brother was not reporting about his whereabouts as he was supposed to, and her and Marcus had gotten into a heated argument. All in all it was a bad week. Usually, Adrian would just shrug it off, but those events combined with the nightmares and not sleeping for more than two hours was getting to her. By the time Adrian had been wandering through the woods here, she decided just to sit against a tree for a little rest... which had turned into a nap.
She sighed heavily before she glanced around sharply all of a sudden, surging quickly to her feet, her hand going for her wand. She could have sworn she felt someone watching her. She narrowed her eyes and scanned everywhere, spinning in a small circle, but saw nothing and heard nothing. But she could not shake the feeling she was the object of someone's curious gaze.
She growled. Adrian hated being watched when she could not stare in turn. Adrian paused a moment to wonder if she was merely being paranoid, but shook her head mentally. Her instincts were rarely wrong. She circled slowly and pinpointed a location and moved slowly toward it, but stopped just a couple of feet away.
"I suggest you come out before you really piss me off," Adrian said, her voice ice cold, her face impassive, her stance aggressive. She narrowed her eyes on the spot, waiting patiently for the person to reveal themselves, she really did not like the thought that someone had witnessed her sleeping, and waking from a nightmare at that. Lord she hated being caught unaware. Her father would have had her hide for being so unguarded.
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