Post by adam on Jul 6, 2009 5:59:38 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Cadenriel Perseus Riddle[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Caden
AGE: 22
YEAR: N/A
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: December 22, 1999
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Slytherin
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters
PROFESSION: Head Auror
WAND TYPE: Mahogany, 1 in. diameter, 12 in. length, Runespoor Fang
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Green
HEIGHT: 6' 0"
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
BODY TYPE:Lean
VOICE: Very casual, mostly keeps his cool when angered but can get very loud very fast.
PERSONAL STYLE: Born and bred in the wizarding world, Cadenriel has always worn robes. He wore them during school, and he wears them out of school...most of the time. Plus their good for concealing things you don't want to be seen. Besides going to work, Cadenriel is an isolated person, who tries not to bring too much attention to himself. At least not yet anyways.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: There is nothing special about Cadenriel when it comes to looks. He is nothing like his father in this department, yet has picked up certain traits that he shares with his two sisters. Unlike his father, Cadenriel doesn't totally despise muggles. He only sees them as inferior. One thing he particularly liked about the muggles was their tattoos. Wizards figured out how to create tattoos much easier than muggles long ago, so that is why Cadenriel has a few tattoos on his arms. There is, along with his other tattoos, one that he was branded with willingly, the mark his father burned into him at a young age. His green eyes are part of the family that he shares with his sisters. Other than that he is as normal as any human being on the outside.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: headmaster rowan, muggleborns, ministry, ignorance
GOALS: living up to his father's expectations, convince his sisters their father should be freed, freeing his father from eternal entrapment
BOGGART: failing his father
PATRONUS: torturing his first victim
DEMENTOR: losing his first and only duel
AMORENTIA: an upcoming storm, blood, sulfur from a blazing inferno
BASIC PERSONALITY: expressive, merciless, intimidating, lenient, creative, skillful, hateful
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Bellatrix Lestrange
BROTHER(S): N/A
SISTER(S):Semela and Meissa Riddle
OTHER:Lesath and Alcyone - Half brother and Half sister
BLOOD STATUS:Half-Blood
HOMETOWN:London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE:London, England
BIOGRAPHY: The story of Cadenriel Riddle started 22 years ago inside the womb of an unpleasant woman named Bellatrix Lestrange. The father being the most powerful wizard in the world. The sanity of Bellatrix was debatable, but there was no doubt that she had great power. Such power was put into the flesh and blood of their first born, Cadenriel. Of course where there is one great child born, two more must follow. Both sisters came a year later. Caden paid no mind to them, and was actually pleased with their abilities when they started to show not long after his were developing. He liked having more power in the family. It showed that they were not to be taken lightly, that they would rule with an iron fist, and people would know their names. But when they showed hate towards their beloved father, his mood changed.
Caden couldn't disagree that their father wasn't exactly a family man. He showed no love for them when he didn't need them, but when he was in need of them he acted as though he had given them everything they desired. So it was no wonder that Caden grew up with an icy heart. He showed no sign of love towards anyone but his family, and even then it was hard to see the love in his eyes. He acted mundane about it, even, and sorrowful. As though he was being forced to say 'I love you'. And you would rarely hear him utter those words of affection, even towards his sisters. But even though his heart was made of stone most of the time, he had no problems in school finding dates. It seems the son of the most powerful wizard of the century is attractive to the daughters of purebloods who followed Voldemort. Being the son of Voldemort does have some perks.
Oh yes, he had no trouble finding sex when he wanted it. He was a user, just like his father, getting his fill of one thing, and throwing it out. But one thing he didn't take for granted was his powers. They were, and still are even more so, greater than most children at Hogwarts. Whenever he got the chance, he was practicing his spells, and reading up on even more advanced ones. Once he had one spell down, he went on to one that could combat it, or one that enhanced it. It wasn't long before he got into the restricted section and took a few books that were barely legal. He was acting more like his father every second. Unfortunately, before he could be truly trained in the ways of a Death Eater, his father was taken from him and thrown into Azkaban. Not the perfect place to parent three children. All he had was his mother, who wasn't the perfect parent either.
So he was raised as a muggleborn-hating, Death Eater-loving wizard, with powers most wizards dream of having. Once he reached the age of 16, though, something changed. He realized that in a year, he would be graduating, and his life as an adult wizard would begin. He would be able to perform magic freely, destroy lives as he pleased. And what better way to do that than become a ministry official that has power? So he became an Auror, a disguise really, a mask. To hide his murderous tactics. In the evenings he is a Death Eater, burning the flesh off of traitorous wizards, the ones who follow Rowan. Just another day job.
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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:1 3/4 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support
OTHER CHARACTERS:N/A
RP SAMPLE:
In such a big city there could only be two kinds of people. Puritans and Sinners. Right? Well, in this particular city, it was filled with two different kinds of people. Sinners, and Demons. Oh yes, he could easily see Avarilia walking down the streets of Las Vegas. So much greed could go a long way. Hell, he was the reason why there was a Las Vegas, people had to make money then lose it all somewhere. Barbelo just happened to be there because it was a fun place to be. And he was bound to find a few suicidal people around there who had just lost all their money at a roulette table. There was plenty of anger running through people's minds there, it was all about knowing where to find it.
The lights were extremely powerful, so bright that it seemed like it was still daylight. It was in fact late on a Saturday night, and the streets were bustling. He had been to Japan and New York already, and noticed that the three places had common traits. Mostly, it was the vending. There was always a cart or a stand on the side walk that was seeing some little toy that intrigued the humans and turned them into compulsive buyers. If the casinos didn't take your money in Las Vegas, then either the vendors or the thieves would. Speaking of thieves, it seemed he had encountered a lot of them. Being knowingly pick pocketed several times on his trip here, he learned that some of them were kids. Ones that lived on the streets and looked after themselves. Others were just hoodlums, trying to make the money heal their broken hearts. It was pitiful.
There was a particular one though, that caught his attention. Maybe it wasn't the child who did, but the person who had apprehended him. It was a woman, a good Samaritan if you will. She had caught the boy by the wrist and had proceeded to lecture him about stealing. Meanwhile, Barbelo stood there looking rather amused, leaning against a wall, his arms folded over his chest. What intrigued him most was the way that the boy stood there and took the lecture, or what should have been one. It seemed like the lady wasn't raising her voice at all, but speaking kindly. The boy put the stuff he had stolen back and walked away. Before proceeding to confront her, he changed his body structure. He was now shorter, and younger. He looked maybe 14 or 15. He had short blonde hair and very dark brown eyes, almost black. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of himself in a glass window.
He walked up to the woman who had just scolded the boy, and tugged on her skirt a little, looking like a lost puppy. He tried to stop the smirk that was threatening to appear on his face. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have an money on you would you? I wanted to buy some food for myself, but I don't have any money" he said in a sad tone. God, this was so pitiful it was turning comical. If this was who he thought it was, she wouldn't be able to resist helping him out. He could get anything he wanted from her. Anything
The lights were extremely powerful, so bright that it seemed like it was still daylight. It was in fact late on a Saturday night, and the streets were bustling. He had been to Japan and New York already, and noticed that the three places had common traits. Mostly, it was the vending. There was always a cart or a stand on the side walk that was seeing some little toy that intrigued the humans and turned them into compulsive buyers. If the casinos didn't take your money in Las Vegas, then either the vendors or the thieves would. Speaking of thieves, it seemed he had encountered a lot of them. Being knowingly pick pocketed several times on his trip here, he learned that some of them were kids. Ones that lived on the streets and looked after themselves. Others were just hoodlums, trying to make the money heal their broken hearts. It was pitiful.
There was a particular one though, that caught his attention. Maybe it wasn't the child who did, but the person who had apprehended him. It was a woman, a good Samaritan if you will. She had caught the boy by the wrist and had proceeded to lecture him about stealing. Meanwhile, Barbelo stood there looking rather amused, leaning against a wall, his arms folded over his chest. What intrigued him most was the way that the boy stood there and took the lecture, or what should have been one. It seemed like the lady wasn't raising her voice at all, but speaking kindly. The boy put the stuff he had stolen back and walked away. Before proceeding to confront her, he changed his body structure. He was now shorter, and younger. He looked maybe 14 or 15. He had short blonde hair and very dark brown eyes, almost black. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of himself in a glass window.
He walked up to the woman who had just scolded the boy, and tugged on her skirt a little, looking like a lost puppy. He tried to stop the smirk that was threatening to appear on his face. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have an money on you would you? I wanted to buy some food for myself, but I don't have any money" he said in a sad tone. God, this was so pitiful it was turning comical. If this was who he thought it was, she wouldn't be able to resist helping him out. He could get anything he wanted from her. Anything
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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