Post by MALLEUS MALEFICA on Jun 4, 2009 12:35:28 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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MALLEUS MALEFICA[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Mal
AGE: 21
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
D.O.B.: June 22nd
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Slytherin
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters
PROFESSION: Assassin
WAND TYPE: Thirteen and a half Mahogany, Chimaera Scale
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Brown
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 160lbs
BODY TYPE: Athletic
VOICE: British accent, medium/deep tone
PERSONAL STYLE: Mal is often seen as part of a group of people muggles know as "scene kids". In truth though, he just enjoys the things he wears and the way he looks without any particular labels.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Tall, dark, and handsome. As clichéd as it sounds, it’s really the best way to describe him without making him blush. His eyes alone are the most captivating part of his physical features. Such a dark brown they appear black, they can draw any human mind in and either build, or break them. His eyes also happen to be the most deceiving part of his face. From a distance, one could potentially see a friendly, welcoming front… although once up close, the hatred and cruelty behind shines through like the deep, fiery pits of hell itself. His skinny frame was also another deceiving part of his body. Most people generally saw his small build and thought him weak, although this is not the case. Not only that, but it gave him an advantage of speed over many opponents. Although some of his features may appear perfectly normal, in the wizarding community he is often looked upon as strange, as he chooses muggle clothing over robes and pointy hats. Not only is this from his part-muggle upbringing, but he also loves to stand out from the crowd. Plus there’s the simple fact that he finds them more comfortable. Generally tending to throw a pair of skinny jeans and a fitted button-down shirt over his small frame, Malleus would be quite happy to ignore the strange looks from passers-by just for a bit of comfort. However, he still had his selection of robes, for special occasions. Other than this, the only other things that are noticeable about Mal from first meeting, is the scar that missed his eye by about an inch. Just shy of two inches in length, the story of how he received such a mark often scares more people than interests them. Rightfully so, as far as Malleus is concerned. Also, the overly large collection of tattoos that he sports. Including full-sleeves, a chest piece, and various other pieces of art collected throughout his teen years. Mal takes vast amounts of pride in his tattoos, especially as most of them were designed by himself.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: Ignorance, Boredom, Being told how to do things, Silence
GOALS:
BOGGART: Death. As odd as it seems for a well-known Death Eater, the fact that no one knows what happens to the soul at the end scares the shit out of Mal.
PATRONUS: The moment he found out he was a wizard.
DEMENTOR: The time he spent as a child in muggle civilisation.
AMORENTIA: Petrol, French Vanilla, Burning wood, Grass after rainfall.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Malicious, Sarcastic, Vengeful, Powerful, Reckless, Quick to react.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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OTHER: Nookie, Pet dog.
BLOOD STATUS: Pure-blood.
HOMETOWN: Margate, Kent.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Central London.
BIOGRAPHY: Somewhere, somehow, Mal’s biological father screwed up. Royally. He was well-known within the wizarding community, although not for something they done for them. More like something he’d done to them. His name was Evan Rosier, and he was a Death Eater. His blood was noble and pure, and according to some, so were his actions. However, not so well-known to the wizarding community was the illegitimate child growing in the womb of a witch in hiding. The illegitimate child he’d taken part in creating.
After the capture and death of Evan, the mother, who couldn’t bear to see the child that already bore a resemblance to his father, grow into the man he would become. With this decided, she left him, whether for certain death or a better life she knew not, on the steps of the first orphanage she found, and disapparated before anyone even stirred in their sleep from the doorbell.
For a few years, the nuns that ran the orphanage raised the child, giving him the name Aron. At the age of 3 however, an Italian couple living in England, unable to have children of their own, adopted him. They gave him their family name, Malefica, and a new first name, Malleus, taking him in as their own.
It was a pretty uneventful upbringing, considering both his “parents” were muggles. He attended a muggle school, played sports with his friends, watched cartoons on the TV… all the usual things that kids growing up did. However, on his 10th birthday, things started getting strange. Most memorable of these was the bullies at school miraculously developed large gashes across their faces when they even touched Malleus in a threatening manner.
It was from this moment that Mal’s parents became worried. They wondered what had become of their son. They’d considered counseling, therapy, psychiatric treatment… they’d even considered taking him a priest to be exorcised. However, their worst fears were confirmed when the letter from Hogwarts arrived for the very first time. The fact that he was actually in some form of control over this power scared them more than any amount of demons possessing him.
Their fears were only increased when it came to shopping for Mal’s school supplies. More specifically, his wand. The first 20-odd wands emitted pathetic attempts at fireworks, or vulgar noises, that only left the wandmaker disappointed at a wrong choice, until Mal’s true wand was found. 13 and a half inches… Mahogany… Chimera scale core… A powerful wand for a potentially powerful wizard. As soon as skin met wood, a pulse emitted from the wand top, so violent it shattered anything within a 10-metre radius, including a nearby vase, causing a piece of shrapnel to lodge itself close to his eye, resulting in the before-mentioned scar.
Needless to say, they shipped Malleus off happily, too scared to live under the same roof as him any longer. Now armed with a new hatred for his parents, he began to rage throughout the castle, passing grades with flying colours and earning the respect of teachers, whilst at the same time bullying any and all students he saw as weak or unworthy of attending such a glorious school. In other words, truly living up to the standards of his house, Slytherin. As if to support the perfection of his placement in Slytherin, Mal’s favourite subjects rapidly became D.A.D.A. and Potions. However, his interest in D.A.D.A. happened to be from the Dark Arts themselves, not the defense against them.
Once out of school, Malleus used his knowledge and power to become a renowned assassin, and eventually a Death Eater.
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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: 6 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: You know damn well how I found you!
RP SAMPLE:
Notre Dame. One of the most beautful sights by both day and night. Everything about the building was magnificent. The engravings, the sculptures... It was breath taking. Malleus had always been a great admirer of art, and this building was a living testament to mankind's ultimate use of slave labour, belief of a higher power and authority. As he gazed up at the great cathedral, brilliantly lit from the ground up, he smiled at the thought of the years it took to make this building, the thousands who died from falling, or crushed by rock. The smile on upon his face only grew the more he thought of the bloodshed that built this wonderful building. Perhaps it was the fact that he'd just killed that bought up these thoughts, but either way, this was one building that truly deserved admiration.
Shaking his head, Malleus removed his usual violent thoughts and began to think about why he was here. He had visited Paris on business, and somehow ended up outside Notre Dame after finishing up. It was slightly random, but why not visit a place like this? Sure, it was 2 in the morning, but all he could think about now was the night time view from the top of the building. Pulling a smoke from his pocket, Malleus lit it and looked up at the roof. He noted the mass of muggles around and chuckled slightly, taking a great deal of pleasure from the fact that he could freak out a couple hundred human beings. Turning on the spot, Mal thought of the rooftop, and disappeared on the spot, leaving only shocked expressions and gasps of horror.
Cackling, Malleus put the smoke to his lips and deep a large nicotine filled breath. He walked to the edge of the rooftop and stared down at the space his body had occupied only seconds ago. There was already a large group crowding around, discussing whether what they had just seen really happened. Muggles... He thought, taking another drag on his smoke, So easily manipulated.
Gazing out further into the city, Malleus could see other such monuments as the Eiffel Tower, and the Louvre, yet none of them had the same appeal to him as the cathedral he was now standing upon. However, the city itself, seemingly alive with lights and vehicles, even the never-ending flow of pedestrians. It was like watching an ant hill from a tree. Well, sort of… Either way, the thought of small creatures running around aimlessly amused Mal.
Wandering around the rooftop now, Mal's thoughts began to race. He lay back against the cold surface and stared up at the stars. He loved moments like this. Just laying back, staring up at the stars, and just letting his thoughts take over. Right now, it was his youth that he thought about. His years of making other student's lives a misery at Hogwarts, the times he spent drinking in the local park with the few friends he had, and of course, the years he spent as a Death Eater. He ran his hands along his thighs, feeling the denim from his black skinny fit jeans. The material felt strange against his cold, numb fingertips, yet he didn't stop doing it. It was an interesting sensation, the tiny ridges that made denim what it was felt as if they had grown tenfold within the last minute, as the sensitivity in his fingers grew with the temperature.
It was at this moment in time that Malleus felt the mass of beer that he had consumed not too long ago kick in. His head felt as if it weighed double what it did moments ago, his vision very blurry whenever he moved his head, yet perfectly fine when i stayed still. All the classic signs of inebriation were there, and Mal simply sat there, smiling, thinking he couldn't have been happier that he was sitting down. "Perfect," He muttered to himself, adjusting to his new found drunkenness. He loved moments like these, especially when he could simply look up at the skies and just contemplate life, whilst taking in the beautiful night time sky. It didn't get much better than this.
Shaking his head, Malleus removed his usual violent thoughts and began to think about why he was here. He had visited Paris on business, and somehow ended up outside Notre Dame after finishing up. It was slightly random, but why not visit a place like this? Sure, it was 2 in the morning, but all he could think about now was the night time view from the top of the building. Pulling a smoke from his pocket, Malleus lit it and looked up at the roof. He noted the mass of muggles around and chuckled slightly, taking a great deal of pleasure from the fact that he could freak out a couple hundred human beings. Turning on the spot, Mal thought of the rooftop, and disappeared on the spot, leaving only shocked expressions and gasps of horror.
Cackling, Malleus put the smoke to his lips and deep a large nicotine filled breath. He walked to the edge of the rooftop and stared down at the space his body had occupied only seconds ago. There was already a large group crowding around, discussing whether what they had just seen really happened. Muggles... He thought, taking another drag on his smoke, So easily manipulated.
Gazing out further into the city, Malleus could see other such monuments as the Eiffel Tower, and the Louvre, yet none of them had the same appeal to him as the cathedral he was now standing upon. However, the city itself, seemingly alive with lights and vehicles, even the never-ending flow of pedestrians. It was like watching an ant hill from a tree. Well, sort of… Either way, the thought of small creatures running around aimlessly amused Mal.
Wandering around the rooftop now, Mal's thoughts began to race. He lay back against the cold surface and stared up at the stars. He loved moments like this. Just laying back, staring up at the stars, and just letting his thoughts take over. Right now, it was his youth that he thought about. His years of making other student's lives a misery at Hogwarts, the times he spent drinking in the local park with the few friends he had, and of course, the years he spent as a Death Eater. He ran his hands along his thighs, feeling the denim from his black skinny fit jeans. The material felt strange against his cold, numb fingertips, yet he didn't stop doing it. It was an interesting sensation, the tiny ridges that made denim what it was felt as if they had grown tenfold within the last minute, as the sensitivity in his fingers grew with the temperature.
It was at this moment in time that Malleus felt the mass of beer that he had consumed not too long ago kick in. His head felt as if it weighed double what it did moments ago, his vision very blurry whenever he moved his head, yet perfectly fine when i stayed still. All the classic signs of inebriation were there, and Mal simply sat there, smiling, thinking he couldn't have been happier that he was sitting down. "Perfect," He muttered to himself, adjusting to his new found drunkenness. He loved moments like these, especially when he could simply look up at the skies and just contemplate life, whilst taking in the beautiful night time sky. It didn't get much better than this.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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