Post by kara on Jun 3, 2009 20:11:04 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: scorp and, used only on rare occasions, but alwats affectionally, pee-pee.
AGE: twenty one.
YEAR: graduated.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: previously try sexual. has settled down as a straight man.
D.O.B.: january second.
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: former slytherin.
ALLEGIANCE: neutral.
PROFESSION: committee member for the disposal of dangerous creatures.
WAND TYPE:
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES:
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: the barely knownn astoria greengrass whoganed more fame as astoria malfoy.
BROTHER(S): none.
SISTER(S): none.
OTHER:
BLOOD STATUS: pure.
HOMETOWN: bristol, england.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: bristol, england.
BIOGRAPHY:
[/i] and scorpius: the mighty and he thoughts that was who he was, who he was meant to be, and that he was meant to be the leader.
rose was always the one to bring him down from his social high. she was the only one he would let get her hands around him (figuratively, of course. many of the school had had their hands on him physically.) and she always knew how to claw him to shreds and remind him that he was just a normal individual. this is why he asked her to be his wife. putting that ring on her finger was the anchor he needed.
now, out in the real world, scorpius is forced to work for, as he puts it, the man. he has to wake up when the man says so. work how and when the man says so. he is in a state of cigarette smoking, drinking depression. is he really another person just doing what he is told, being how others want? sure, he can dress differently, but he's still under the control of others. his biggest fear is to be a cliche or the butt of a joke. scorpius is going through a life journey to find himself.[/ul][/blockquote]
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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:
HOW YOU FOUND US: kissing in the rain.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none as of yet. i will make more though.
RP SAMPLE:
Colby stretched her legs out into the cobblestones of the road, and admired her shoes. She scolded herself for wearing high heels, but that was just who she was and how she dressed. She scolded herself, too, for taking this road. It was shaded, and had little business. There was grass growing between the stones in the road, and moss growing on the building opposite her. She watched as a woman walked passed, a baby nibbling at her exposed breast. A few moments later, a young couple passed, with wrinkled clothing and sparkling eyes. Colby glared at them, and returned her gaze to her shoes.
Tristan had been in Italy over the summer for something involving basketball, Colby had known that when she came here. She had, she would admit this only to herself, come in hopes of seeing him before he went back home. After all, she needed to say good bye to him. She was sure his parents had probably told him why she was here, and that was embarrassing. It still bothered her that she was never sure why he stayed in Italy instead of returning home. Still, it was nice to have him around.
She noticed, suddenly, a quick patter of foot steps and then a small shadow covering her. She looked up and into the face of a little boy. Ciao, she greeted him, smiling lightly. Her Italian was still rough around the edges. Lei odora alquanto, ape deve inseguirla, the young boy babbled out. It took Colby a moment to translate his words. She smiled at Rufio, she was more flattered than annoyed now. She took a sniff of the air, and smelled her own perfume. She was happy to agree with him, she did smell pretty. Ringraziarla. Ciò è buffo, ciò è il mio nome. Sono l'Ape, She thanked him and introduced herself as Bee. The two continued to smile at each other, before Colby looked at the face of her phone.
It had been nearly twenty minutes since she had called Tristan. She had a feeling he was coming, but maybe he wasn’t. She looked back to the boy, who was still admiring her. Lei potrebbe condurrmi a una strada principale? She asked him to lead her to a main road, and the next second he was dragging her by her hand. She laughed and asked him to slow down.
They had been walking for only a few minutes when she heard Tristan’s voice calling out. They continued to walk until they saw him around the corner. She looked down at the little boy holding her hand. That’s my friend, she paused, before repeating herself in Italian. I speak English, he said, before cracking a joke at her bad Italian. She laughed and kissed the top of his head. She dropped his hand and walked, hips swaying, toward Tristan. She threw her arms around his neck. It looks like I have two heroes today, she looked over her should and winked at Rufio, before he ran off.
She looked back to Tristan. His clothes, though they matched, looked quite disheveled and quickly thrown on. She could feel the left corner of her mouth falling into a frown. He had recently dressed himself, which meant he was recently undressed. She leaned forward to press her mouth to his in a quick peck, and could, in fact, smell something sweet on him. She pulled away. Sorry for interrupting you, She said, knowing she had.
(progess) (complete)
(dedication) (reserved for tristan caine)
(outfit) (here)
(word count) (658)
Tristan had been in Italy over the summer for something involving basketball, Colby had known that when she came here. She had, she would admit this only to herself, come in hopes of seeing him before he went back home. After all, she needed to say good bye to him. She was sure his parents had probably told him why she was here, and that was embarrassing. It still bothered her that she was never sure why he stayed in Italy instead of returning home. Still, it was nice to have him around.
She noticed, suddenly, a quick patter of foot steps and then a small shadow covering her. She looked up and into the face of a little boy. Ciao, she greeted him, smiling lightly. Her Italian was still rough around the edges. Lei odora alquanto, ape deve inseguirla, the young boy babbled out. It took Colby a moment to translate his words. She smiled at Rufio, she was more flattered than annoyed now. She took a sniff of the air, and smelled her own perfume. She was happy to agree with him, she did smell pretty. Ringraziarla. Ciò è buffo, ciò è il mio nome. Sono l'Ape, She thanked him and introduced herself as Bee. The two continued to smile at each other, before Colby looked at the face of her phone.
It had been nearly twenty minutes since she had called Tristan. She had a feeling he was coming, but maybe he wasn’t. She looked back to the boy, who was still admiring her. Lei potrebbe condurrmi a una strada principale? She asked him to lead her to a main road, and the next second he was dragging her by her hand. She laughed and asked him to slow down.
They had been walking for only a few minutes when she heard Tristan’s voice calling out. They continued to walk until they saw him around the corner. She looked down at the little boy holding her hand. That’s my friend, she paused, before repeating herself in Italian. I speak English, he said, before cracking a joke at her bad Italian. She laughed and kissed the top of his head. She dropped his hand and walked, hips swaying, toward Tristan. She threw her arms around his neck. It looks like I have two heroes today, she looked over her should and winked at Rufio, before he ran off.
She looked back to Tristan. His clothes, though they matched, looked quite disheveled and quickly thrown on. She could feel the left corner of her mouth falling into a frown. He had recently dressed himself, which meant he was recently undressed. She leaned forward to press her mouth to his in a quick peck, and could, in fact, smell something sweet on him. She pulled away. Sorry for interrupting you, She said, knowing she had.
(progess) (complete)
(dedication) (reserved for tristan caine)
(outfit) (here)
(word count) (658)
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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