Post by partifule on Mar 2, 2009 16:25:55 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Vintage, Vint.
AGE: 16 yrs (physically) 255 yrs (in reality)
D.O.B.: 31st October 1754
ALLEGIANCE: Neutral/Dark
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: Ash, Threstal Hair 13 1/3 inches, Springy (though it beats everyone how he got it)
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Electric blue, oddly enough.
HEIGHT: 5ft 10in
WEIGHT: Approx. 61kg
BODY TYPE: Lightweight build
VOICE: Slav/Russian tones to it, has an almost velvety quality to it, often soft, yet with a commading edge. Seems "ice cold" when he uses sarcasm.
PERSONAL STYLE: He uses his talent to blend in well enough, generally picking the clothes to suit the occasion well. Sometimes it could be described as suave, but generally his style could be called inconsistent.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Vintage is a stick-like figure, his limbs longer than they should be. His digits are also long, and spidery. He has a lithe, cat-like look to him, with his hair always carefully masking his face. As to that face, it has a slightly tanned, smooth complexion, with sharp eyes set deep into it. Overall, his appearence is like that of a predator, wating to spring.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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.:. Catching his own dinner
.:. Observing people
.:. The Dark side
.:. Maipulating people
.:. Cat-napping
.:. Threstrals
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
.:. Being awoken during extensive cat-naps
.:. Happy-go-lucky people
.:. Insubordination
.:. Being cooped up too long
.:. Ignorant, stupid people
.:. Know-it-alls
.:. Garlic flavoured pasties
GOALS:
.:. Get back out of the British Isles
.:. Find a fresh, open food source
.:. Not get captured/caught as a vampire
.:. Find out more about Voldemort, and ultimately join his side
BOGGART: Capture and ultimate death.
PATRONUS: First full blood-hunt, Halloween of 1770.
DEMENTOR: The sheer agony of depriving himself for a year of fresh blood, carrion eating.
AMORENTIA:
.:. Fresh, human blood
.:. Threstral (smells a little like a horse)
.:. Summer storm air
.:. Deep forest
BASIC PERSONALITY:
.:. Reclusive
.:. Resourceful
.:. Intelligent
.:. Sly
.:. Composed
.:. Tempermental
.:. Provokactive
.:. Inconspicious
.:. Sophisticated
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Kaleru Iulina Vasilica (nee Joventusa - deceased)
BROTHER(S): Carvern Aros Vasilica (deceased)
SISTER(S): Lacrimosa Kaleru Vasilica (deceased), Vlasimera Arosmia Vasilica (vampire - currently in the Americas)
OTHER: Muse (Museusnee), young Threstral - tends to follow him around a little bit.
BLOOD STATUS: Halfbreed (Vampire)
HOMETOWN: Mostow, Russia
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Possibly Hogwarts, somewhere in Scotland
BIOGRAPHY:
Vintage may be called old fashioned sometimes, but truth tells that he is. Born to a fairly happy, ordinary Russian family, his early life was normal. He schooled at a prostidious academy with his siblings until he was sixteen years of age, when he went on a revolutionary trip for the time, a school trip to Romania. It took ages by horseback to reach the area, and Vintage spent the majority of the time practising magic. The academy had been one of the fledging schools for wizards and witches around the world of the late Georgian era, with many keen teachers. Vintage was pretty good, according to Asian and Western European standards, that came in by stage coach.
In Romania, it soon became apparent that the field trip hadn't been to waste. Well, for some people. Vintage and one of his siters were finding the "exploration" of sepulchral castles a bit boring, and wandered off, prefering to spend their time with the natives, or rather, the vampires. They got a little too close, ending up being changed themselves on Vintage's sixteenth birthday, Halloween. They ran their first "blood hunt" that night, ending up devouring a few of their ex-fellow classmates.
Devastated, at first, from what he'd done, Vintage fled. All the way to Japan. He learnt his self control there, trying to resist the temptation to bite anything that bled. When he felt he could control himself, he returned to Russia, only to realise it was 1914, the brink of WW1 and his parents had been dead for over a century. They'd been killed by Dark wizards in 1805. After that, Vintage saw little reason for finding his sister, who'd also been turned. He mostly travelled then, taking part in both "world" wars, on the sides of Russia and France, helping out with a little magic where needs be.
Vintage witnessed the rise and fall of Voldemort, the second rise of the Dark Lord and was intrigued by him. He now wishes to learn more about Voldemort, even join his side, so he has journeyed to Hogwarts under the guise of a foreign "exchange" student, finishing his education in one of the best magic schools in the world. So far, its worked quite well.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 3-4 yrs
HOW YOU FOUND US: Through a link off of another site
OTHER CHARACTERS: None else on here
RP SAMPLE:
From Equiventure, Amelie Pan and 4 yr old Nokota stallion Muse
Amelie gently stroked Muse's shoulder, absentmindedly following his steps. She walked slowly beside the four year old as he wandered through the grass, her sun tanned hand fingering the end of his rope lead.The young stallion snuffled in the grass, one black hoof scraping at the ground. Amelie leaned against his withers, looking up at the academy that loomed up in front of her. Thank goodness I'm here at last, she thought. She had been nervous at coming at first, but not any more. It was too beautiful. She smiled thoughtfully, eyes following a horse across the fields as it cantered along. I'll put Muse out soon and get to work with Celt, she reminded herself, thoughts drifting to the statuesque, grey arabian that was currently waiting for her in the barn. Probably devouring the nets I made up for both him and Muse, she smiled at the thought. It had happened before.
Amelie was brought down to earth as Muse's head shot up, his ears pricked at some distant noise. The Nokota stamped one leg moodily, tail swishing as he tried to locate the source of the whinney. Amelie sighed, sinking back against his warm side. But she felt his muscles tense underneath him, he wasn't relaxing. Perfect, just what I need, she thought, cue shooting off over horizon with ears pricked forward and tail waving like a football fan's banner. She rolled her eyes, left hand automatically sliding up his neck to rub small, soothing circles at the base of his ears. He calmed slightly, tail still swishing but not as tense. Amelie fluidly changed the T-Touch circular movements into a stroke that ran the full length of his neck, down to his shoulder blades. She was slightly perturbed, but hoped that the sound wouldn't repeat itself.
Now intrigued, Amelie turned her head, sleek golden brown curls following the movement, like an aftershock behind her head. She spotted a small congregation next to paddock she was to put Muse in. Great. Great, great great. Now he will go mental and be over to the fence in a flash. I'll never catch him tomorrow. She sighed, feeling a tugging on her leadrope. Muse had located the small group too. His ears were pricked forward, eyes bright as he gazed at the two horses and the two people with them. The one standing on the fence looked like a trainer. Amelie lit up. She looked a little like she competed Western, but that didn't prturb Amelie in the slightest. After all, America wasthe origin of both Western riding and Parelli. Maybe she knows the program round here, Amelie wondered excitedly, or at least when the school is free. Muse is getting a bit speedy with large groups.
She noticed the expression on her stallion's face, he obviously wanted to meet new horses. It will do him good, to learn from better behaved horses, she chuckled silently to herself. Amelie gave a slight tug on Muse's leadrope, making sure one hand ws sprawled across his withers before guiding him slowly towards the other horses. Muse quivered excitedly under her palm, head higher than it had been in a long time. Smiling, Amelie brushed her curls behind one ear, in an attempt in control her wild locks. She approached the group slowly, mostly for the benefit of Muse ashe was evidently enjoying the new sights and smells. She motioned him to stop a little way off, giving the two people, student and trainer, to have a chance to notice them. She decided she might as well adress the one who looked like a trainer.
"Hello," she said shyly, one hand steadying Muse as he strained to investigate these new, interesting equines. "My name's Amelie. i'm a bit new round here, would you mind telling me if that paddock," she gestured to the one she had been going to put Muse in," is still free?" It looked empty, but she couldn't tell if a horse was lurking (like Muse often does) behind the great oak tree in its corner.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY CATE AKA GIRL TALKK
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He he, I'm feeling creative. So...... well, its a bit of a break from tradition, but don't worry, if you accept, Vint promises he will behave even with the lure of fresh blood at every DA lesson! Don't mean to seriously buck the trend, but hopefully this'll make it more interesting.
