Post by Damon Salvatore on Apr 20, 2006 19:42:16 GMT -5
Original Character Application
Full Name: Damon Salvatore
Birthday: October 13
Nicknames: He has used several during his childhood or with his close friends.
Sladen- Dark Stranger (his first nickname)
Rolin- (this name was forgotten, when he discovered others who were also named Rolin)
Dräkaal- (His present Nickname, used only in the presence of close friends)
Age/Year: Age- 16 Year- 6
Celeb-Robert Pattinson
Appearance:
Damon has a face that some might call ‘handsome’. The face that girls may do a double take at, before huddling up and whispering excitedly amongst themselves.. In fact, this is often the reaction of girls wherever he goes. His hair is cut short, and is often jelled up in short spikes. It varies from a medium shaded brown to almost black, depending on the lighting. His face in general is thin, with high Jawbones, and thin eyebrows. He has a scar under his jaw from a broom accident, though it is hardly noticeable.
His eyes are one of his strong points, icy blue in color, demonic in nature. They are the type of eyes that make people shiver a bit or flinch, when they look at them directly. He has no problem looking people in the eyes, and has never lost a stare-down once in his life.
His dress varies depending on where he is and who he’s with. In school he wears the assigned robes, either black or dark green in color. Outside of school however he dresses rather casually. He is often found in faded jeans and a t-shirt, often black or green in color. He wears clothes that are considered ‘muggle’ which makes sense considering most of his time outside of school is spent in the muggle world. On formal wizarding occasions, he has a set of nice robes that he keeps at the bottom of his trunk. They are black silk with a green trim and coller, he is extremely proud of them, though he hardly wears them.
He stands at about five feet eight inches, medium height. He has a thin complexion and is not very strong physically. But for what he lacks in physical strength he make up for in mental strength. He is very good with magic, and this is his main defense.
Personality:
Damon is rash, sometimes violent, with a very… odd sense of humor. He is beginning to practice ancient magic, though much of it is still too difficult for him at this point. He is good in school, receiving top marks in his classes that he cares about, though he does horribly in Divination and Herbology, classes which he considers to be useless. His best class is Defense against the dark arts, and he often has learned the textbook and spells by heat before the school year has even begun. Teachers seem to dislike him, though it is often unapparent why. He likes them no more then they like him. He is often violent, both physically (magic) and verbally. He speaks his mind weather it pleases the others or not. HE is not one to care much for popularity, though he has a fair number of friends. Though he has never severely hurt anything, (people or animals) he has often threatened to. He has a vulgar vocabulary, though he never curses in front of professors or adults. He has a dark, sometimes sick sense of humor, often laughing at violent, drawn out deaths, or when other people are suffering considerably. He thinks before he acts, though this is not always a good thing. He is confident and a bit high headed. He is open minded to others suggestions, though he rarely accepts them. Though he spends most of his time in the muggle world, he detests them. He was raised to hate them, and even fear them at times. He doesn’t mind the muggles at Hogwarts so much though, he just doesn’t interact with them much. He has a soft spot for animals. He loves birds, snakes and dogs the most, as he has spent much time with them during his childhood.
Family History:
Damon was born near Kent England to Mark and Tara Salvatore. They lived in a nice little house, down in the countryside. Mark would often take ‘little Damon’ into the woods, where they would play tag and hide and seek throughout the day. This was when he was five. He liked his parents well enough, when they were in good moods. But over the years they both began drinking, and forgetting more and more of home, and about him. His father began to beat him when he was ‘naughty’ and so he started to lock himself in the basement to escape his father’s cruelty and his mother, who just watched, sometimes beating him herself. Though every night one of them would start crying, apologizing and he would forgive them. One night, when he was nine, he decided that parents weren’t worth having around; they weren’t as great as they seemed. When his parents apparated home from work one night (with half empty beer bottles in their hands) he slipped quietly out of the basement window, and into a new world. His father fought with his mother more and more frequently, eventually damaging her enough to send her to saint mungos permanently. His father committed suicide soon after that, leaving him an ‘orphan’ and a good amount of inheritance money. Though it also landed him in the orphanage for a year. He spent most of his time in the orphanage alone, not talking to the other ‘muggle children’. He was almost what you might call ecstatic when the letter from Hogwarts came, and he could leave the wretched orphanage.
He had the key to his parents vault, and he knew by heart the way to get into Diagon Ally. So he went, bought all of his school supplies, his robes, books, potions materials, and wand. He loved school, and he loved most of his classes, he didn’t like the Gryffindors much, but he could deal with them. Each summer he had to return to the orphanage, but the other children kept a respectful distance, and he didn’t mind.
Wand:
Solid Blood wood, 13 inches, Phoenix feather
Pets: Snowy owl named Felix
Likes:
Quidditch, Black things, Thunder, Music, Magic
Dislikes:
Gryffindor, people who remind him of himself, or his parents, Wimps,
Other Information: [any other information that is important to know about your character]
Roleplay Example:
Damon lay back on his bed in his dormitory. The dark curtains kept the moonlight out, making it impossible to see. It was a cool night, with a slight breeze, the rest of his dorm was asleep. However, Damon was restess, and he had trouble sleeping. HE wasn’t used to going to bed so early, at the orphanage they were allowed to stay up past midnight. He stared at the ceiling, though there was nothing to see. A poem from The Lord of the Rings came to mind. It was a muggle book, but Damon had read it so many times he practically knew it by heart.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
He liked the poem for many reasons. Mainly because he wished to relate it to himself. He liked to think of himself as the crownless; an ‘orphaned teen, with no title, no value, no power. But not for long, he would be crowned with glory one day, and he would be remembered for years to come, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years to come.
He sat up and got out of bed, the stone floor was painfully cold on his bare feet. He made his way out of the dormitory, and out of the common room, carefully shutting the door behind him. The castle was cool, and he shivered, wishing he had brought his cape, or cloak. He was wearing plaid flannel pants and a black t-shirt. He made his way silently through the schools hallways, hiding in corners when Ms. Norris, the caretakers cat, patrolled the hallways. Eventually he arrived at the owllry, easily spotting Felix, his snowy owl among the others. He walked over to her, avoiding the owl pallets and mice carcasses, and stroked her feathers. “Hey Felix” he whispered. She opened her large amber eyes and hooted softly. He smiled, and she stepped down onto his arm. They made their way outside, avoiding the professors and Filch.
Out side, Felix flew off of his arm, and soared around the school. He had flown many times with her, when he was on his broom. She was a white bird, against the black, starless night sky. He watched her for a while, as she hunted, killing the small mice that were too slow in escaping her claws. He watched as her strong talons crushed their bodies, snapping their necks and killing them instantly. A few would never die, and those lay twitching until they were picked apart by her razor sharp beak. He laughed at these mice, watching them suffer, try to wriggle free, then lie helpless, awaiting the end that was bound to come. They were the prey, and she was the hunter, this was how it must be. At last she flew back too him, after consuming her share of mice, leaving half eaten carcasses behind her. She nipped him lovingly on the ear then flew back to the owllry to sleep, leaving Damon alone with nothing but his thoughts and dreams to comfort him.
((ooc- Poem by JRR Tolkien, LotR)) ((( I also play Harry Potter)))
Full Name: Damon Salvatore
Birthday: October 13
Nicknames: He has used several during his childhood or with his close friends.
Sladen- Dark Stranger (his first nickname)
Rolin- (this name was forgotten, when he discovered others who were also named Rolin)
Dräkaal- (His present Nickname, used only in the presence of close friends)
Age/Year: Age- 16 Year- 6
Celeb-Robert Pattinson
Appearance:
Damon has a face that some might call ‘handsome’. The face that girls may do a double take at, before huddling up and whispering excitedly amongst themselves.. In fact, this is often the reaction of girls wherever he goes. His hair is cut short, and is often jelled up in short spikes. It varies from a medium shaded brown to almost black, depending on the lighting. His face in general is thin, with high Jawbones, and thin eyebrows. He has a scar under his jaw from a broom accident, though it is hardly noticeable.
His eyes are one of his strong points, icy blue in color, demonic in nature. They are the type of eyes that make people shiver a bit or flinch, when they look at them directly. He has no problem looking people in the eyes, and has never lost a stare-down once in his life.
His dress varies depending on where he is and who he’s with. In school he wears the assigned robes, either black or dark green in color. Outside of school however he dresses rather casually. He is often found in faded jeans and a t-shirt, often black or green in color. He wears clothes that are considered ‘muggle’ which makes sense considering most of his time outside of school is spent in the muggle world. On formal wizarding occasions, he has a set of nice robes that he keeps at the bottom of his trunk. They are black silk with a green trim and coller, he is extremely proud of them, though he hardly wears them.
He stands at about five feet eight inches, medium height. He has a thin complexion and is not very strong physically. But for what he lacks in physical strength he make up for in mental strength. He is very good with magic, and this is his main defense.
Personality:
Damon is rash, sometimes violent, with a very… odd sense of humor. He is beginning to practice ancient magic, though much of it is still too difficult for him at this point. He is good in school, receiving top marks in his classes that he cares about, though he does horribly in Divination and Herbology, classes which he considers to be useless. His best class is Defense against the dark arts, and he often has learned the textbook and spells by heat before the school year has even begun. Teachers seem to dislike him, though it is often unapparent why. He likes them no more then they like him. He is often violent, both physically (magic) and verbally. He speaks his mind weather it pleases the others or not. HE is not one to care much for popularity, though he has a fair number of friends. Though he has never severely hurt anything, (people or animals) he has often threatened to. He has a vulgar vocabulary, though he never curses in front of professors or adults. He has a dark, sometimes sick sense of humor, often laughing at violent, drawn out deaths, or when other people are suffering considerably. He thinks before he acts, though this is not always a good thing. He is confident and a bit high headed. He is open minded to others suggestions, though he rarely accepts them. Though he spends most of his time in the muggle world, he detests them. He was raised to hate them, and even fear them at times. He doesn’t mind the muggles at Hogwarts so much though, he just doesn’t interact with them much. He has a soft spot for animals. He loves birds, snakes and dogs the most, as he has spent much time with them during his childhood.
Family History:
Damon was born near Kent England to Mark and Tara Salvatore. They lived in a nice little house, down in the countryside. Mark would often take ‘little Damon’ into the woods, where they would play tag and hide and seek throughout the day. This was when he was five. He liked his parents well enough, when they were in good moods. But over the years they both began drinking, and forgetting more and more of home, and about him. His father began to beat him when he was ‘naughty’ and so he started to lock himself in the basement to escape his father’s cruelty and his mother, who just watched, sometimes beating him herself. Though every night one of them would start crying, apologizing and he would forgive them. One night, when he was nine, he decided that parents weren’t worth having around; they weren’t as great as they seemed. When his parents apparated home from work one night (with half empty beer bottles in their hands) he slipped quietly out of the basement window, and into a new world. His father fought with his mother more and more frequently, eventually damaging her enough to send her to saint mungos permanently. His father committed suicide soon after that, leaving him an ‘orphan’ and a good amount of inheritance money. Though it also landed him in the orphanage for a year. He spent most of his time in the orphanage alone, not talking to the other ‘muggle children’. He was almost what you might call ecstatic when the letter from Hogwarts came, and he could leave the wretched orphanage.
He had the key to his parents vault, and he knew by heart the way to get into Diagon Ally. So he went, bought all of his school supplies, his robes, books, potions materials, and wand. He loved school, and he loved most of his classes, he didn’t like the Gryffindors much, but he could deal with them. Each summer he had to return to the orphanage, but the other children kept a respectful distance, and he didn’t mind.
Wand:
Solid Blood wood, 13 inches, Phoenix feather
Pets: Snowy owl named Felix
Likes:
Quidditch, Black things, Thunder, Music, Magic
Dislikes:
Gryffindor, people who remind him of himself, or his parents, Wimps,
Other Information: [any other information that is important to know about your character]
Roleplay Example:
Damon lay back on his bed in his dormitory. The dark curtains kept the moonlight out, making it impossible to see. It was a cool night, with a slight breeze, the rest of his dorm was asleep. However, Damon was restess, and he had trouble sleeping. HE wasn’t used to going to bed so early, at the orphanage they were allowed to stay up past midnight. He stared at the ceiling, though there was nothing to see. A poem from The Lord of the Rings came to mind. It was a muggle book, but Damon had read it so many times he practically knew it by heart.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
He liked the poem for many reasons. Mainly because he wished to relate it to himself. He liked to think of himself as the crownless; an ‘orphaned teen, with no title, no value, no power. But not for long, he would be crowned with glory one day, and he would be remembered for years to come, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years to come.
He sat up and got out of bed, the stone floor was painfully cold on his bare feet. He made his way out of the dormitory, and out of the common room, carefully shutting the door behind him. The castle was cool, and he shivered, wishing he had brought his cape, or cloak. He was wearing plaid flannel pants and a black t-shirt. He made his way silently through the schools hallways, hiding in corners when Ms. Norris, the caretakers cat, patrolled the hallways. Eventually he arrived at the owllry, easily spotting Felix, his snowy owl among the others. He walked over to her, avoiding the owl pallets and mice carcasses, and stroked her feathers. “Hey Felix” he whispered. She opened her large amber eyes and hooted softly. He smiled, and she stepped down onto his arm. They made their way outside, avoiding the professors and Filch.
Out side, Felix flew off of his arm, and soared around the school. He had flown many times with her, when he was on his broom. She was a white bird, against the black, starless night sky. He watched her for a while, as she hunted, killing the small mice that were too slow in escaping her claws. He watched as her strong talons crushed their bodies, snapping their necks and killing them instantly. A few would never die, and those lay twitching until they were picked apart by her razor sharp beak. He laughed at these mice, watching them suffer, try to wriggle free, then lie helpless, awaiting the end that was bound to come. They were the prey, and she was the hunter, this was how it must be. At last she flew back too him, after consuming her share of mice, leaving half eaten carcasses behind her. She nipped him lovingly on the ear then flew back to the owllry to sleep, leaving Damon alone with nothing but his thoughts and dreams to comfort him.
((ooc- Poem by JRR Tolkien, LotR)) ((( I also play Harry Potter)))