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Archived Applications / Application - Preston Ceberus
« on: 21/04/2016 at 09:20 »
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Preston Ceberus
Birthday: November 23rd
Hometown: Bologna, Italy
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination
Year (pick two): Fourth Year ; Fifth Year
Biography:
One of Preston's fondest and earliest memories was when he'd hike the trail just a few blocks from their ordinary home out in Italy with his muggle mother, Louise. Every time they went hiking he would pass an ant pile ; one that grew bigger and wider with every glance. This of course, interested a six year old more than you can imagine. That curiosity led to that same, wondering six year old to get a couple of ant bites.. Angry, he began stomping his tiny feet against the homes and watched the ants scatter around. Preston was determined to get rid of each and every one of these 'filthy' vermin. Louise didn't take long to notice before she scooped him up and explaining to him that 'These little ants are already carrying the world on their backs.' –– For the most part of his childhood Preston was homeschooled. Both his parents Louise and half-blood father, Arthur played a big role in his education ; although he wasn't taught wizarding basics. Preston missed out on all the school dances, plays, events, but he was still social in a way. He’d often go to the park and play with the tadpoles in the lazy river that he considered to be very well friends with. At age nine, a new added member to the family was introduced to him. His own little sister : Maeve. Preston believed Maeve was the most beautiful girl he had laid his eyes on and he loved his little sister. They wouldn't bicker much and they even shared a room together because he enjoyed watching after her. Both Arthur and Louise were pleased to have a bright new light added to their own little kingdom. To their disadvantage, although, Maeve was born a muggle. For her, her recessive gene didn't shine through and she didn't posses /any/ magical powers like her older brother. On the night of November 22rd, just two minutes before the clock struck twelve Preston awaited for his birthday presents before being tucked away. Except, this time he didn't have any presents. No big, bright and colorful boxes awaited him with his name on it. Little did he know, he was about to receive the best present he couldn't have asked for.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Preston is indecisive about this part and was hopefully able to skip it although thats not an option. He has the wits, intelligence and competitive attitude of thus a Ravenclaw. An imagination that soars him high through the mountains and deep in the valleys. A courageous smile and a battling attitude from thus of a Gryffindor, ready for action and to use whatever he has of muscle for the greater good. The loyalty and bond of a hufflepuff, he cherishes those he has and those he hasn’t, he believes everyone should be loved. Last but not least, the manipulation and the infamous attitude of a Slytherin. As selfless as he may come across theres no stopping him if you’re on his bad side. So, Preston will leave the hat out to chose. It just better make the right choice.
Personality:
Preston has always been creative. Anything he sees, anything he hears or dreams, he’d draw or put into literature. He enjoys expanding his vocabulary and have a knowledge of as much as he can possibly fit in his head. He believes everything has a purpose. He’s rather optimistic ; but he’s scared of failure. Not passing exams, not getting the person he likes, not being able to win an argument that’d he’d only have based on facts. For the most part, Preston keeps to himself. Silently watching, silently hearing, silently judging. He enjoys to have circles of friends — Maybe not widely, but deeply. He enjoys building strong bonds with those around him and his faithful, loyal, and would do anything to keep harm out of way for those he cherishes. Besides his rather giving attitude, if he were to consider someone an enemy he wouldn't be as understanding. Many witty comments and remarks would leave his lips, he doesn’t react fondly to those who underestimate him. — Preston doesn’t pick fights, he calls him self a coward for avoiding conflict but at the same time he’s always up for something challenging.
Appearance:
Preston observes himself to have a common appearance, he couldn’t be picked out of a crowd based on his looks. Severely ‘tall’ as you can say. He’s about 5’8 (62 in) and weighs a total of 138 lbs. He has a small built. Slender waist and gentle shoulders. Long arms that could reach the part before him to match the long legs that could help him climb a mountain in three steps. He possesses Sun kissed light tanned skin and dark brown obsidian that has a mind of his own. Full dark brows that compliment his light green/brown isn eyes. He doesn’t have very defined cheek bones, in fact they are very average looking. Across the bridge of his nose, Preston holds the ability of thousands of freckles caving in. Each has a name and personality. There had been a time where Preston had tried out a spell to make himself taller, and more muscular. It worked, for a few hours until the spell began to wear off and his bones disappeared, leaving him like a blobby, jelly mess. “Never again” he says, but he still contemplates it from time to time.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Preston couldn’t remember the first day he had decided to explore the dark walls of the castle coated with a dark history and glorious times. Though he did remember why he came down in the first place : Quiet. What he needed and longed for. His young sister Maeve had given him a copy of one of Edgar Allen Poe’s excerpts as a late birthday present and had made him promise not to read until he had returned to Hogwarts. The promise, he kept.
He must’ve read this thing at about forty two times now, but who was keeping score? As his creamy eyes intensely followed the printed words on the pages, his ears picked up a sound that his eyes took long to process. What were those? .. Footsteps? Down here? Preston scoffed to himself and closed the book, setting it down on the comfortable spot he had made himself down here that included two pillows and an old knitted blanket his roommate decided to give him after he found no more need for it. Preston began walking, wand in his hand, gripped tightly. “Lumps.” he breathed out, barely audible and watched as the tip of his wand began to shine his way as he walked forward.
The male had begun to grow impatient. Was there really anyone down here? Or was it just his imagination depriving him from the simple pleasures. That’s when he heard it. The voice of a little girl.. looking for Emma Birch? Preston cocked a brow up. Skeptical. It almost seemed like tradition what they did to the newbies around here. It was infamous and cruel, but in a way hilarious. There were only two options in his mind at the moment : Toy with her, or help her out.
A defeated sigh escaped his lips as Preston continued to walk forward until he could almost make out the figure of the foreign voice. “What are you doing down here?” he began to scold, in hopes to get her out, no questions asked. “Shh!” he said quickly, looking around in a frightened manner. “It’s best we get out, okay? I’m Preston. I’m from the {Insert} House. We should get going before Emma realizes who woke her up, we wouldn’t want to be here for her to punish, right?” he asked, gulping a bit as he felt his adams apple hinge. He felt he was a pretty convincing actor.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
none.
How did you find us?:
I came across this website because I had grown an obsession to Harry Potter after completing the movies & books. I got entranced in the magical world and I knew the only way to fulfill that desire was to roleplay and express myself as a "young" wizard. I had found multiple sites, multiple people, and nothing so far has lived up to the expectations that I was given. I don't have high standards, no, but I came across this website as I looked up Severus Snape's history : I knew. The rules, the terms, the way it all is organized drew me in and I hope I get to experience it.
Name: Preston Ceberus
Birthday: November 23rd
Hometown: Bologna, Italy
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination
Year (pick two): Fourth Year ; Fifth Year
Biography:
One of Preston's fondest and earliest memories was when he'd hike the trail just a few blocks from their ordinary home out in Italy with his muggle mother, Louise. Every time they went hiking he would pass an ant pile ; one that grew bigger and wider with every glance. This of course, interested a six year old more than you can imagine. That curiosity led to that same, wondering six year old to get a couple of ant bites.. Angry, he began stomping his tiny feet against the homes and watched the ants scatter around. Preston was determined to get rid of each and every one of these 'filthy' vermin. Louise didn't take long to notice before she scooped him up and explaining to him that 'These little ants are already carrying the world on their backs.' –– For the most part of his childhood Preston was homeschooled. Both his parents Louise and half-blood father, Arthur played a big role in his education ; although he wasn't taught wizarding basics. Preston missed out on all the school dances, plays, events, but he was still social in a way. He’d often go to the park and play with the tadpoles in the lazy river that he considered to be very well friends with. At age nine, a new added member to the family was introduced to him. His own little sister : Maeve. Preston believed Maeve was the most beautiful girl he had laid his eyes on and he loved his little sister. They wouldn't bicker much and they even shared a room together because he enjoyed watching after her. Both Arthur and Louise were pleased to have a bright new light added to their own little kingdom. To their disadvantage, although, Maeve was born a muggle. For her, her recessive gene didn't shine through and she didn't posses /any/ magical powers like her older brother. On the night of November 22rd, just two minutes before the clock struck twelve Preston awaited for his birthday presents before being tucked away. Except, this time he didn't have any presents. No big, bright and colorful boxes awaited him with his name on it. Little did he know, he was about to receive the best present he couldn't have asked for.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Preston is indecisive about this part and was hopefully able to skip it although thats not an option. He has the wits, intelligence and competitive attitude of thus a Ravenclaw. An imagination that soars him high through the mountains and deep in the valleys. A courageous smile and a battling attitude from thus of a Gryffindor, ready for action and to use whatever he has of muscle for the greater good. The loyalty and bond of a hufflepuff, he cherishes those he has and those he hasn’t, he believes everyone should be loved. Last but not least, the manipulation and the infamous attitude of a Slytherin. As selfless as he may come across theres no stopping him if you’re on his bad side. So, Preston will leave the hat out to chose. It just better make the right choice.
Personality:
Preston has always been creative. Anything he sees, anything he hears or dreams, he’d draw or put into literature. He enjoys expanding his vocabulary and have a knowledge of as much as he can possibly fit in his head. He believes everything has a purpose. He’s rather optimistic ; but he’s scared of failure. Not passing exams, not getting the person he likes, not being able to win an argument that’d he’d only have based on facts. For the most part, Preston keeps to himself. Silently watching, silently hearing, silently judging. He enjoys to have circles of friends — Maybe not widely, but deeply. He enjoys building strong bonds with those around him and his faithful, loyal, and would do anything to keep harm out of way for those he cherishes. Besides his rather giving attitude, if he were to consider someone an enemy he wouldn't be as understanding. Many witty comments and remarks would leave his lips, he doesn’t react fondly to those who underestimate him. — Preston doesn’t pick fights, he calls him self a coward for avoiding conflict but at the same time he’s always up for something challenging.
Appearance:
Preston observes himself to have a common appearance, he couldn’t be picked out of a crowd based on his looks. Severely ‘tall’ as you can say. He’s about 5’8 (62 in) and weighs a total of 138 lbs. He has a small built. Slender waist and gentle shoulders. Long arms that could reach the part before him to match the long legs that could help him climb a mountain in three steps. He possesses Sun kissed light tanned skin and dark brown obsidian that has a mind of his own. Full dark brows that compliment his light green/brown isn eyes. He doesn’t have very defined cheek bones, in fact they are very average looking. Across the bridge of his nose, Preston holds the ability of thousands of freckles caving in. Each has a name and personality. There had been a time where Preston had tried out a spell to make himself taller, and more muscular. It worked, for a few hours until the spell began to wear off and his bones disappeared, leaving him like a blobby, jelly mess. “Never again” he says, but he still contemplates it from time to time.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Preston couldn’t remember the first day he had decided to explore the dark walls of the castle coated with a dark history and glorious times. Though he did remember why he came down in the first place : Quiet. What he needed and longed for. His young sister Maeve had given him a copy of one of Edgar Allen Poe’s excerpts as a late birthday present and had made him promise not to read until he had returned to Hogwarts. The promise, he kept.
He must’ve read this thing at about forty two times now, but who was keeping score? As his creamy eyes intensely followed the printed words on the pages, his ears picked up a sound that his eyes took long to process. What were those? .. Footsteps? Down here? Preston scoffed to himself and closed the book, setting it down on the comfortable spot he had made himself down here that included two pillows and an old knitted blanket his roommate decided to give him after he found no more need for it. Preston began walking, wand in his hand, gripped tightly. “Lumps.” he breathed out, barely audible and watched as the tip of his wand began to shine his way as he walked forward.
The male had begun to grow impatient. Was there really anyone down here? Or was it just his imagination depriving him from the simple pleasures. That’s when he heard it. The voice of a little girl.. looking for Emma Birch? Preston cocked a brow up. Skeptical. It almost seemed like tradition what they did to the newbies around here. It was infamous and cruel, but in a way hilarious. There were only two options in his mind at the moment : Toy with her, or help her out.
A defeated sigh escaped his lips as Preston continued to walk forward until he could almost make out the figure of the foreign voice. “What are you doing down here?” he began to scold, in hopes to get her out, no questions asked. “Shh!” he said quickly, looking around in a frightened manner. “It’s best we get out, okay? I’m Preston. I’m from the {Insert} House. We should get going before Emma realizes who woke her up, we wouldn’t want to be here for her to punish, right?” he asked, gulping a bit as he felt his adams apple hinge. He felt he was a pretty convincing actor.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
none.
How did you find us?:
I came across this website because I had grown an obsession to Harry Potter after completing the movies & books. I got entranced in the magical world and I knew the only way to fulfill that desire was to roleplay and express myself as a "young" wizard. I had found multiple sites, multiple people, and nothing so far has lived up to the expectations that I was given. I don't have high standards, no, but I came across this website as I looked up Severus Snape's history : I knew. The rules, the terms, the way it all is organized drew me in and I hope I get to experience it.
