Post by alexander on Jun 5, 2011 23:56:39 GMT
ALEXANDER RADU MAXWELL.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
[/font]I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknames Alex, Radu, Max.
gender boy
playby Alex Evans~
age 15 and July 15.
year fifth.
house/job only answer if cannon or graduate
wand Veela Hairs, Madrona, and Thirteen Inches.[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/COLOR][/font]
eyes Strikingly bright blue. Very round pupils. almost ghost like.
stature 5'10" ;; 140 lbs.
tattoos and piercings Alexander has "snakebites." Two piercings on his lower lip. He normally wears silver dots.
distinguishing featuresOther than his eyes, Alexander's smile is very impish. It makes him look much younger than his fifteen years of age. He also looks like he is up to something all the time. His skin is very pale, and is a sharp contrast to his eyes and dark hair.
flaws Alexander has a crooked pinky finger on his left hand. He covers up this flaw by wearing an odd silver ring that his grandfather had given him. Alexander's left ear is pointed, and almost looks clipped on it's upper end. He wears his hair long to cover it up.
appearance Striking blue eyes highlight the face of this cherubic teen. His taunt body is well formed, even if he is quite skinny. He has long bangs that pour over his pale features. The black hair is constantly streaked with various colors to suit his mood. Alexander prefers blue, purple, and sometimes yellow. His angelic face is perpetually young in appearance. When he smiles he seems to glow.
He is not overtly tall, but does stand in at just under six foot. His thin frame is barely over one hundred-fifty pounds. Although he is lean, he wears his body mass well. At times he looks as if he might be in need of a sandwich. Other times he looks like he might never have eaten a thing in his life. His arms are formed, and long. His fingers seem subtle.
Alexander tends to wear odd muggle clothing to suit his tastes. He enjoys being colorful, and standing out in his appearance. The shock value of a nice orange jumpsuit is not lost on him. However, as much muggle wear as he sports, Alexander always prefers to be clean. [/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.[/COLOR][/font]
dislikes Sports, Potions, Fire, Crowds, Heights
boggart Fire, Being trapped in a fire
patronus Can not perform this, as of yet.
mirror of erised Alexander would see himself as a writer, both a journalist and having a pen name and writing mysteries. He would be wealthy, have a full family, and be able to stand out in a crowd without the fear of being in a crowd.
veritaserum Alexander is highly attracted to fire, one of his deepest fears.
amortentia Gasoline, Carnation, Baked Bread, Cinnamon, Fresh Cut Grass
personality Alexander is only outgoing in his dress. He enjoys shocking people with the way he looks, and how he always seems to be staring at you when you look up. However, this is as far out as his going gets. He is very shy, and quiet. This is especially true in instances where he is faced with large crowds (such as feasts in the Great Hall), and girls. He has not dated much due to the fact that he can never get his nerve up to ask someone out. Mostly in his time at the school, Alexander has been faced with going to dances and parties alone. On the few times when he had been able to get his courage up to dance with someone, his conversational skills failed him. He would rather spend the night with a good book beside the fireplace than in the company of a girl that might want to snog. Kissing is not his strong point, even if he has done it only a few times. He can count his encounters on one hand, and only use three fingers.
Beyond being shy, Alexander is a very witty teenager. He is book smart and has the ability to study things once through and not spend too much time memorizing. He enjoys a good test, but once it is over he would rather move on to the next subject instead of dwelling on the information just learned. This leads him to forgetting some things he had just learned while leaving the subject behind. He is the bane of potions classes, and no one wants to partner with him. During his time in the dungeons, Alexander has been the cause of no less than five different fires. Thus, a natural fear of flames that are not easily controlled.
Overall, Alexander is a happy person. He sees life through rainbow tinted glasses. He can make friends fairly easy, as long as the relationships do not tend toward the romantic. He views magic as a gift and a wonder. He thinks highly of those who have obtained much power, and spread the love of magic in the wizard world. He is respectful of his elders, and pays strict attention while in his classes. Sometimes it is easy for a teacher to not remember he is there due to his quiet nature. Alexander is used to being overlooked in those situations and does not mind them in the least.[/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
Father; Phillipe Alexander Maxwell, age Fifty-nine
siblings Siblings; Tiffany Dawn Maxwell, twenty. Herbologist.
pets None
birthplace London, England
hometown London, England
ethnicity Irish, Scottish,
blood Pureblood
history The Maxwell family has lived in London, England for all of it's existence. A strong full-blooded wizard family, the Maxwell line dates back into the dark ages. One time the line came from royal blood, but had since abandoned the life of nobility in exchange for one of creativity. Alexander's great great grandfather, and all the men of the family since, have been inventors. They have been credited with the invention of many useful items that are taken for granted in the modern wizard world, including the side plunger, the ever-full ink quill, invisible parchment, and food floo. Several members of the family work for the Ministry of Magic, while one or two went off to become teachers across the sea in foreign lands. The base of Alexander's family remain in London, while his father works for the Ministry. Rebecca Maxwell stays at home to take care of young Tiffany, while Alexander is in his final year at Hogwart's.
During his life in the wizard world, Alexander has published many papers on such wide topics as "How Toothpaste Works," to "The Floo Network and Food." Most people reading his articles would assume he is much older than the delicate seventeen year he actually has lived. His gift for writing, and creating wonderful stories comes from his mother's side of the family. His mother is from the Skeeter family, and was known for her adventures in words. From a young age Alexander took interest in word crafting, and writing for the newspaper. Although he has not done it for the school in which he is enrolled, he finds the idea of writing for a major wizard paper after graduation to be of high interest to him. This is where his career may lead.
Alexander stands apart from his family in one distinct way. Everyone of the Maxwell family had been Hufflepuffs. Alexander, however, was sorted into Ravenclaw. His father took great pride in his son's intelligence, and paraded him around like a peacock for all his friends and family to see. This began Alexander's dislike and fear of large crowds. He always felt like he was on display, even when no one around him seemed to notice him. Sometimes during feasts in the Great Hall, Alexander will sit low on his bench so that no one might notice him. His shy nature keeps his mouth shut while others around him gossip and joke. He hears all, but speak seldom unless in a smaller group, or sometimes even alone. This is part of his nature, and those than know him have learned that there is no changing it.[/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
age Eighteen on July 15th
experience Two years.
password you can stop hiding
member title Newbie
anything else? The advertisement I saw for this site claimed you needed Ravenclaw students. I did his history as if he was a Ravenclaw. If you feel you need to sort him into another house, feel free to let me know. I can always adjust his history to fit your needs. However, I have always felt more comfortable playing Ravenclaw characters. The need for Ravenclaws was the main reason I visited the site in the first place. Hope this application suits your needs.
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On the eve of the night before returning to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the moon was full in the dark night sky. A small wind moved around the hedge of his family home, but there was little sound other than the crunch of his footsteps on the freshly relined walkway on which he strolled. Mom and dad had long since retired for the night leaving Alexander to his own whim. His sister had been asleep, and when he tip toed past her room, he peeked in to make sure her nightlight was on. It was the least he could do for her keeping quiet about his midnight wanderings. Alexander loved being outside at night, and if his parents found him out he would be in no small amount of trouble.
Sure, he was legally considered an adult. He had turned seventeen this month, and his birthday had passed without all the fanfare one might expect from such an event. He liked it that way. Quiet passing of time would always win out over the long parties he had attended for his cousin's celebration of birth. Alexander was not sure why anyone would go to all the trouble to hold a loud party when the day could be spent in quiet with a good book and some privacy. He rolled his eyes, and moved on past the end of the hedge row. The night opened up to him and swallowed him whole.
The small lane beyond the doorway moved out over the hillside and into the small village park. Large willow trees danced into the night sky far overhead as Alexander walked into the dark playground. A swing was moving to and fro on the far side of the ground, and he had to glance over thinking a shadow might have been the form of someone sitting in the narrow wooden plank. No one was there, just as he expected. A smile lit on his features making him appear young and pale in the morning light. Alexander moved on into the shadows. A small globe sat in the palm of his hand. No small amount of light moved from the dark inside of the glass ball. He lifted it up to see the path between the trees as he walked slower. His eyes darted around prepared to run should someone be around the corner of each tree. No one was. No one ever was.
Alexander made his way to his secret place, and covered the globe. The darkness jumped down from the trees as the opening was plunged into shadows. He moved a group of branches the hid the small hide out. Alexander moved through the portal, replaced the branches, and fumbled in his pocket for his wand. "Lumos," was the whisper that brought the light. He smiled again, everything was as it should be. The club house he built years ago was still intact and hidden from the eyes of anyone in the village. Alexander sat on his favorite dirty bean bag, pulled a book from the pile to his left, and began to skim the pages. Another night to be spent in his secret place alone before the return to school. One he would cherish forever.
Alexander would never see this secret place again.
Sure, he was legally considered an adult. He had turned seventeen this month, and his birthday had passed without all the fanfare one might expect from such an event. He liked it that way. Quiet passing of time would always win out over the long parties he had attended for his cousin's celebration of birth. Alexander was not sure why anyone would go to all the trouble to hold a loud party when the day could be spent in quiet with a good book and some privacy. He rolled his eyes, and moved on past the end of the hedge row. The night opened up to him and swallowed him whole.
The small lane beyond the doorway moved out over the hillside and into the small village park. Large willow trees danced into the night sky far overhead as Alexander walked into the dark playground. A swing was moving to and fro on the far side of the ground, and he had to glance over thinking a shadow might have been the form of someone sitting in the narrow wooden plank. No one was there, just as he expected. A smile lit on his features making him appear young and pale in the morning light. Alexander moved on into the shadows. A small globe sat in the palm of his hand. No small amount of light moved from the dark inside of the glass ball. He lifted it up to see the path between the trees as he walked slower. His eyes darted around prepared to run should someone be around the corner of each tree. No one was. No one ever was.
Alexander made his way to his secret place, and covered the globe. The darkness jumped down from the trees as the opening was plunged into shadows. He moved a group of branches the hid the small hide out. Alexander moved through the portal, replaced the branches, and fumbled in his pocket for his wand. "Lumos," was the whisper that brought the light. He smiled again, everything was as it should be. The club house he built years ago was still intact and hidden from the eyes of anyone in the village. Alexander sat on his favorite dirty bean bag, pulled a book from the pile to his left, and began to skim the pages. Another night to be spent in his secret place alone before the return to school. One he would cherish forever.
Alexander would never see this secret place again.
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