Post by Kingston Troy on Aug 2, 2008 20:52:02 GMT -5
Kingston Marcus Troy
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` the basics ,
• Character's full name: Kingston Marcus Troy
• Age: 22
• Birthday: October 21st
• Blood Status: pure blood
• Former House: Ravenclaw
` this wizardry stuff ,
• Wand: 9 inch Rosewood Veela hair
• Job: Quidditch Player
• Alliance: Dark Lord supporter
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? his family is a deep line purebloods who supported he who must not be named tell the end. His grandfather is on the run from the ministry after his name came up by a traitor and his mother, while never spoke openly about her opinions, still believes darkness will come again.
• Boggart: His father
` some psychoanalysis ,
• Likes:
Quidditch
Girls
Parties
Books
Drinking
Baking
Christmas Time
Blond Hair
Blue Eyes
Talking
Telling Stories
Food
M&M's
Chocolate Frogs
Dressing Cool
Running
The Moon
Twilight
Sex
Lazy Days
• Dislikes:
Peanuts
Mindless Chatter
People who say they can't
Being Mistaken for Someone Else
Humid Weather
Crows
Spiders
Cry Baby's
Over Emotional Girls
Crazy Chicks
Horrible Authors
Unintelligible People
Dogs
Snobby People
Taking Things To Seriously
Pork
• Your goals, and why:
to take care of my mother, because she raised me on her own as a teenager.
To be more of a man then my father ever was, because he left us.
To be the most famous quidditch player of my generation, because my mom was as was her father.
• Personality:
Kingston is a cunning and determined person. He is very goal oriented and likes to get things done right away. He's charming and always needs to be dominant in situations and relationships. Ambitious, Kingston is an outspoken and can sometimes be very unforgiving. He's a very sarcastic and sharp thinker. He has a thirst for knowledge and always looks to learn where ever he goes. A ladies man, Kingston is very respectful when it comes to women, and knows how to seduce them. He is a very magnetic person and even though people are drawn to him, he is a very secluded person who enjoys his alone time.
Kingston is a deep thinker. He's can also be a very secretive and mysterious person. His charm makes people want to know him but his ability to travel around alone without feeling lonely makes people confused. He is a very passionate person, and puts his all into even the smallest projects. Loyal to those who haven't betrayed him, Kingston is fond of the people that he lets into his life and will stick by their side usually no matter what. Kingston is also deeply resentful, brooding, potentially destructive person.
` your head shot ,
• 100 x 100 Icon:
• Play By: hayden christensen
`appearance ,
• Height: 6'1
• Weight: 150
• Eyes: blue
• Hair: sandy blonde/light brown
• Face && Complexion: Kingston has somewhat of a baby face with easily tanned skin.
• Build: long. While Kingston is in shape and kind of buff he naturally as a lean body.
• Prized Possessions: a broken antique jewelry box from his mother and fathers past. A de Lioncourt family locket that was given to him when he was 3. His great grandmothers wedding ring that he'd stole from his mother.
• Movement: Easy && Smooth. Kingston is light on his feet and moves with a flowing ease.
• Speech: Kingston talks with a light French accent that he picked up at home from his mother, and from going back and forth from england to bordeaux, france.
` more indepth ,
• History:
Kingston was born on October 21'st to Sabrina Troy and a man who even though he knows his name doesn't say it. His mother was in her sixth year of school when she had him after running away with Kingston's father. Even though she loved him Sabrina named Kingston after her first love. When he was one his mother left is father after one of his violent and jealous rages. The only thing Kingston has to remind him of his father is his appearance and a de Lioncourt family heirloom. Kingston grew up in a lavish villa on the outskirts of London by the north sea and in Brodeaux, France where his mother was born. His mother raised him in a quiet and nurtured environment. Even though he was well cared for his mother was rather a heavy drinker and often treated him as a best friend instead of a son.
As a young boy Kingston was often tucking his mother in to bed, or helping her up the stairs when she had to much to drink. His favorite thing to do with her was bake. They spent a lot of time in the kitchen making sweets, singing songs and telling stories. Because of the lack of man in his household, Kingston was occasionally visited by his tough aunt Moon, who taught him how to throw a mean right hook, and by Oliver Kingston. Even though she told him her secrets rather then give him rules, the only time that he ever hated his mother is when they played Quidditch in their backyard. He was brought up with pureblood views but also to recognize a good wizard when he saw one no matter their blood status. Being Rich Kingston never had any hard ships but did struggle a bit in school.
The lack of male upbringing in his life made it hard for Kingston to connect with other boys once he was accepted into Hogwarts. He wasn't gay but because he grew up with only a mother who saw him as her equal it was easier for him to connect with girls faster. After going threw his first year being made fun of by especially from the boys older then him, His seconded year was very different. He had written to his mother almost daily that lonely year and when he got home his mother had told stories about his grandfather, who was a hard ass Death Eater and got stuck away in Azkaban and still believed in everything that Lord Voldemort had stood for even if he was gone.
As school rolled on, Kingston started to get into trouble. Breaking rules, talking back and picking fights with the other boys. Soon he was beginning to be apart of the guys but still kept his close relationships with the girls. Sorted into Ravenclaw like his mother he was a smart and charming boy who fell behind in his homework and was constantly in detention to catch up among other things. Despite his troubles and teachers constantly writing home complaining and wanting to talk about what needed to be done about his behavior, Kingston was the star chaser on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. If there was one thing that helped him relax it was flying. He didn't care if he won or lost as long as he knew he put his heart into every move he made on the pitch he was ok with it. After graduation, Even though he was eligible to become an Auror , Kingston went on to play Professional Quidditch. Even though he travels a lot his main homes are located in France and England.
• Roleplay Sample:
recycled :]
• Character's full name: Kingston Marcus Troy
• Age: 22
• Birthday: October 21st
• Blood Status: pure blood
• Former House: Ravenclaw
` this wizardry stuff ,
• Wand: 9 inch Rosewood Veela hair
• Job: Quidditch Player
• Alliance: Dark Lord supporter
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? his family is a deep line purebloods who supported he who must not be named tell the end. His grandfather is on the run from the ministry after his name came up by a traitor and his mother, while never spoke openly about her opinions, still believes darkness will come again.
• Boggart: His father
` some psychoanalysis ,
• Likes:
Quidditch
Girls
Parties
Books
Drinking
Baking
Christmas Time
Blond Hair
Blue Eyes
Talking
Telling Stories
Food
M&M's
Chocolate Frogs
Dressing Cool
Running
The Moon
Twilight
Sex
Lazy Days
• Dislikes:
Peanuts
Mindless Chatter
People who say they can't
Being Mistaken for Someone Else
Humid Weather
Crows
Spiders
Cry Baby's
Over Emotional Girls
Crazy Chicks
Horrible Authors
Unintelligible People
Dogs
Snobby People
Taking Things To Seriously
Pork
• Your goals, and why:
to take care of my mother, because she raised me on her own as a teenager.
To be more of a man then my father ever was, because he left us.
To be the most famous quidditch player of my generation, because my mom was as was her father.
• Personality:
Kingston is a cunning and determined person. He is very goal oriented and likes to get things done right away. He's charming and always needs to be dominant in situations and relationships. Ambitious, Kingston is an outspoken and can sometimes be very unforgiving. He's a very sarcastic and sharp thinker. He has a thirst for knowledge and always looks to learn where ever he goes. A ladies man, Kingston is very respectful when it comes to women, and knows how to seduce them. He is a very magnetic person and even though people are drawn to him, he is a very secluded person who enjoys his alone time.
Kingston is a deep thinker. He's can also be a very secretive and mysterious person. His charm makes people want to know him but his ability to travel around alone without feeling lonely makes people confused. He is a very passionate person, and puts his all into even the smallest projects. Loyal to those who haven't betrayed him, Kingston is fond of the people that he lets into his life and will stick by their side usually no matter what. Kingston is also deeply resentful, brooding, potentially destructive person.
` your head shot ,
• 100 x 100 Icon:
• Play By: hayden christensen
`appearance ,
• Height: 6'1
• Weight: 150
• Eyes: blue
• Hair: sandy blonde/light brown
• Face && Complexion: Kingston has somewhat of a baby face with easily tanned skin.
• Build: long. While Kingston is in shape and kind of buff he naturally as a lean body.
• Prized Possessions: a broken antique jewelry box from his mother and fathers past. A de Lioncourt family locket that was given to him when he was 3. His great grandmothers wedding ring that he'd stole from his mother.
• Movement: Easy && Smooth. Kingston is light on his feet and moves with a flowing ease.
• Speech: Kingston talks with a light French accent that he picked up at home from his mother, and from going back and forth from england to bordeaux, france.
` more indepth ,
• History:
Kingston was born on October 21'st to Sabrina Troy and a man who even though he knows his name doesn't say it. His mother was in her sixth year of school when she had him after running away with Kingston's father. Even though she loved him Sabrina named Kingston after her first love. When he was one his mother left is father after one of his violent and jealous rages. The only thing Kingston has to remind him of his father is his appearance and a de Lioncourt family heirloom. Kingston grew up in a lavish villa on the outskirts of London by the north sea and in Brodeaux, France where his mother was born. His mother raised him in a quiet and nurtured environment. Even though he was well cared for his mother was rather a heavy drinker and often treated him as a best friend instead of a son.
As a young boy Kingston was often tucking his mother in to bed, or helping her up the stairs when she had to much to drink. His favorite thing to do with her was bake. They spent a lot of time in the kitchen making sweets, singing songs and telling stories. Because of the lack of man in his household, Kingston was occasionally visited by his tough aunt Moon, who taught him how to throw a mean right hook, and by Oliver Kingston. Even though she told him her secrets rather then give him rules, the only time that he ever hated his mother is when they played Quidditch in their backyard. He was brought up with pureblood views but also to recognize a good wizard when he saw one no matter their blood status. Being Rich Kingston never had any hard ships but did struggle a bit in school.
The lack of male upbringing in his life made it hard for Kingston to connect with other boys once he was accepted into Hogwarts. He wasn't gay but because he grew up with only a mother who saw him as her equal it was easier for him to connect with girls faster. After going threw his first year being made fun of by especially from the boys older then him, His seconded year was very different. He had written to his mother almost daily that lonely year and when he got home his mother had told stories about his grandfather, who was a hard ass Death Eater and got stuck away in Azkaban and still believed in everything that Lord Voldemort had stood for even if he was gone.
As school rolled on, Kingston started to get into trouble. Breaking rules, talking back and picking fights with the other boys. Soon he was beginning to be apart of the guys but still kept his close relationships with the girls. Sorted into Ravenclaw like his mother he was a smart and charming boy who fell behind in his homework and was constantly in detention to catch up among other things. Despite his troubles and teachers constantly writing home complaining and wanting to talk about what needed to be done about his behavior, Kingston was the star chaser on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. If there was one thing that helped him relax it was flying. He didn't care if he won or lost as long as he knew he put his heart into every move he made on the pitch he was ok with it. After graduation, Even though he was eligible to become an Auror , Kingston went on to play Professional Quidditch. Even though he travels a lot his main homes are located in France and England.
• Roleplay Sample:
recycled :]
Sabrina didn’t even need to look up when she heard footsteps on the matted grass and the familiar voice. She slightly smiled to herself as he wiped a tear away. She paused for a moment without saying a word or acknowledging his touch. She finally looked up at his dim but mystery filled brown eyes. She gave a slight white smile and shook her head. “I’m not crying” She gave an even wider child like smile. “Just memories that’s all.” She thought for a moment, “hmm it was a…memory tear” Sabrina was mainly known for making up stupid saying to everything and terms. Like Eye flirting or expression talk. She also said a lot more crazy things that always put her in the stereotype of well point blank just blonde.
She held her fag by her side as she felt his arms around her. She finally made a little contact by kissing his cheek. “I’m ok I swear” She took another small puff of her fag and released it off to the side so it didn’t hit his face. “Yea its been I while I guess…”She touched her nose to his. “Just don’t stay away too long next time.” She rubbed her nose against his softly and smiled as she lightly pecked him on the lips. She looked into his eyes and watched him looking back. She wondered what his thoughts were and realized that if she wanted she could just look herself, but she had gotten older and bothered with it less and less. She gave a warm smile then put her face next to his so they were cheek to cheek…sort of.
She felt her brothers grave against her body and the memories that had slipped away when Laf appeared had came back to her mind. This time she thought of the first time he took her too a carnival in muggle France. She remembered that it was La fête de la musique festival that celebrated music. All her and her brother did was dance in the streets where the muggles randomly played their instruments and drank and conversed with one another. She also remembered her first rollercoaster ride, piece of cotton candy and others. She was about ten and her brother was thirteen. She didn’t understand why the French did it but after that her and her brother went every June after that.
“Hey have you ever been to a Carnival before?”
Sabrina smiled. “Well how do you know I will ever think of getting rid of you.” Her eyelids fell heavy as she took away his body. She studied him as he thought. She could feel him lost in a memory. Something that seemed to have pleased him. She slightly laughed to herself as she looked down and let him wonder in a train of thought. Some how she found it amusing how that whatever pleased Lafayette was either strange or sexual. She looked up at him it seemed only yesterday every time she was with him she couldn’t look him straight in the face but look just past it, and when she did she would drown with emotions of hurt, love, and just a lot of pain in general. But now it was different. Every time her eyes even just reached the corner of his lips she couldn’t help but put a smile across her face. She doesn’t see the pain anymore…just the love.
Soon the thought crossed her head as she watched him more. Not in a million years or to be reasonable not even when she was little would she have thought of her being with a person like Laf. Not that there was anything wrong with him but she was used to a different kind of guy. When she was a young girl and still played with Barbies, Sabrina always dreamt of who her husband would be what he would look like. She always thought that they would play side by side together on the quidditch field. That he would be tall, slightly tan, and athletic. She always wanted him to have dark hair and bright blue eyes like hers. They would get married under the sunset on a beach in a different country like Brazil. Sad part was…she actually had that. It was hard for Sabrina to grasp that once in her life what she dreamt had come true. Her wedding had been planed the way she wanted it, and her guy was the one of her dreams. But in the end, what she thought would be right for her in the end wasn’t at all. Lafayette wasn’t Danny he was built but pale and a bit skinny. Not to mention he was completely opposite from her. She always looked at the glass half full and he always saw it as almost empty. But still because they were so different from each other that it seemed almost like they needed each other to be complete in life. The type that she thought she wanted or even needed wasn’t what was best at all. He was perfect in every way to her, and he was all she seemed to need.
She snapped out of her thought as she heard a voice echo in her head. “Oh just because….”She slightly blushed and looked down at her fag that was going out in the grass “Hey I was smoking that.” But with a little pause she let it go. She thought back to the carnival and again smiled to herself. She hated her brother for leaving she would never be able to look at amusement parks or anything like that the same way. It was like there thing. They way they stuck together. The escape they had when her father got drunk and was angry. She sighed and picked up the lit fag on Stephens grave and put it out. She took the box of them out of her pocket and put down next to the stone. “We should go to one…tomorrow”
