Post by Warren Doyle on Sept 11, 2008 8:44:31 GMT -5
•• are you a BAD witch
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☪ Warren Laurence Doyle ,,[/size][/color]
•• baptized with a perfect name[/size][/font]
, the doubting one by heart alone without himself[/size][/center]
full name;; Warren Laurence Doyle
nicknames;; Laur, Warr (fond of this name for obvious reasons)
age/birthday;; 24/ September 12th, 1984
occupation;; none, lives off his parents' wealth
element;; Earth
sexual orientation;; straight
distinguishing features;; Would be his eyes, definitely.
face claim;; Orlando Bloom
•• war between him and the day
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&&_deceptive: Warren's biggest trait, and probably one of the most negative would be the way he tends to deceive a lot of people. His main targets would be those unsuspecting Non-magickals but occasionally witches and sometimes even a warlock of his own kind. Simply put, if you're of use to Warren and his schemes, you can bet he'll do what he can to get you on his side and to his way of thinking. Its always hard to tell if Warren's telling the truth or just spreading rumors, and the young warlock enjoys the confusion he causes with people, his way of keeping everyone on their toes. One minute he'll be your closest ally, the next he's stabbing you in the back. Overall, be careful of your relations to Warren because he won't hesitate to use you for his own personal gain.
&&_greedy: Warren is, has and will always be a greedy individual. Whether it has to deal with materialistic things or not, you can bet if someone has something he likes, he wants it. It could be a nice convertible, money, or even beautiful women, Warren believes there's nothing of the world thats out of his reach. On top of that, its never enough for Warren to just have things. He has to have lots of it. If someone has one nice car, Warren has to have ten. If someone has a thousand bucks, Warren has to have ten times as much. If someone's dating a beautiful woman, you can bet it won't be long before Warren has a supermodel clinging to his arm. This is even true about magical power. Being a warlock, Warren isn't above killing a witch and stealing her powers, which makes him all the more dangerous.
&&_daring: Warren is a bit of a daredevil. He's always gotten a rush out of doing things that others may find impossible, but to Warren nothings impossible with a little magic and a bit of luck. Bungee jumping, sky diving, motorcyling... Warren's just about done it all and he's always looking for new and inventive ways to expand his ever-growing reputation. This is just with the physical world. Warren's just as bold when it comes to the magical world. If the warlocks are planning an attack on a specific coven, Warren's always the first to jump at the chance for some chaos and destruction. If a particularly powerful Witch or Rouge appears and Warren feels they are a threat, he's not afraid to take the fight right too them. He's a little head strong, which often leads him into trouble but nothing he can't worm his way out of.
&&_cunning: Anyone who would think Warren a fool or could be easily taken advantage of is seriously mistaken. Fact is, Warren's always a step-ahead of those who try to pull a fast one on him. This sort of sixth sense has saved Warren from a lot of ambushs and set-ups, a sort of natural instinct he's had ever since he was just a young boy, ignorant of his abilities. Warren's never been very good at academics, not because of some learning disability but because he never put forth the effort, much more interested in other things but he's got streets smarts and for him, that's all that counts.
&&_trust: Perhaps one of Warren's biggest weaknesses is his ability to trust those. Even if someone has his best intentions in mind, Warren tends to shy away from them if he feels they're getting too close. Warren believes that its human nature to disappoint, having been disappointed many times in his youth. He hates the feeling of being let down, so instead of allowing himself to believe that anyone would actually care enough about him, he believes that the only person that he can count on is himself and his own abilities.
•• never-fading rain in your heart
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hometown;; Dallas, Texas
family;;
Darrell Doyle, 43, alive and bitter
Marissa Doyle, 39, deceased
Where to begin, where to begin. . . well, to know why Warren is the person he is today, you'd have to get to his parents, the people who raised him sorta kinda. Darrell Doyle was a ruthless businessman, a successful entrepreneur who never took 'no' for an answer. This mindset led him to Marissa Carthright, a beautiful young brunette with a big heart and a knack for business. Though they couldn't have been any more opposite, they two eventually fell in love and married. For years, they enjoyed a peaceful marriage, but Marissa was still stricken for she had been withholding a secret from him.
One night, she decided to break him the news and over dinner, Marissa revealed that she was, indeed, a witch. Darrell of course thought she was trying to play a joke on him and laughed away the idea, but once Marissa demonstrated her control over water, Darrell knew it wasn't a game. He felt angry, frustrated and betrayed at the same time, that his wife had withheld this information from him for so long. Darrell knew the last thing he wanted to get mixed up in was some voodoo bull, but by then it was too late.
Marissa was pregnant with their son. Over the next nine months, the once love birds grew farther and farther apart, and after Warren Laurence Doyle was born, there was hardly a reason for them to stay together. Darrell immersed himself in his work, while Marissa took care of Warren. Growing up, Warren showed early signs of being his father's son, but Marissa wanted a different path for him. On day, she noticed her son talking to plants and thought nothing of it until the information Warren passed onto her became suddenly useful.
That was when Marissa realized that Warren had, indeed, taken after his mother as well. Warren, though only half blood, was a witch. Immediately, Marissa began training him in the ways of brewing potions and collecting ingredients, since that seemed to be what Warren excelled at and over time, it got to where Warren didn't need her help anymore. Unfortunately, what Warren did with those potions were far from helpful, and several of his peers would end up hurt. When she tried to chastize him, Warren snapped, denoucing her and his neglectful father and ventured out on his own.
The Duskoff found him, and realized his potential and from that day forth he's served the Duskoff in an attempt to wipe out the Coven, but always with a secret hidden agenda that's sure to benefit himself as well.
•• the hiding amaranth in a land
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strengths;;
|- brewing potions
|- communicating with nature
|- charm
|- intellectual
weaknesses;;
|- trusting others
likes;;
|- beautiful women
|- sports cars
|- getting his way
|- swords and knives
dislikes;;
|- Coven witches
|- his parents
|- anyone with authority over him
weapons;;
|- A long, wicked blade knife.
magick;;
Create dirt shields to guard himself from lesser attacks, conduct vines and loose vegetation as he wishes (mainly used to sneak attack others)
•• untouched hearing voices
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your name/alias;; bryan
years rping;; 3
where'd you find us?;; another site
rp sample;;
This is as a character I play on a HP site:
Macara frowned as Tar admitted that fire wasn't exactly her style. How could that be? Fire was cleansing, and it rarely left behind any remains. It was the perfect cure for a disease like Kaleb, but everyone one had their own methods. She did, however, beam as Tar admitted that the picture could use something pointy coming right out of his chest. Widow glanced back down at her creation, tilting her head slightly to the side. "You know, you may have a point, love," she said quietly. It would be a much more fitting death: death by fire and impalement. And even that was still too good for him.
But after a while, Widow simply balled the parchment up and tossed it absentmindely across the classroom, not caring where it went or if anyone was struck by it. She was tired of this whole charade: it was time to truly put Kaleb Masterson out of her mind for good. "Eh, I could care less. He's dead to me now," she told Tar with a nonchalant shrug. There were much more important matters at hand right now: why the hell the idiot professor showed up to class late toting a large, half-eaten sandwich. Macara recoiled in disgust at the sight of it all. To think, a Hogwarts professor late for his own class because he wanted to pig out.
How idiotic.
She knew this was a waste of time. She and Tar could be off doing something destructive constructive, yet instead they were stuck in a crowded classroom with a bunch of brainless gits. It did nothing but piss her off all the more. "This is why this school's reputation and prestige is so unimpressive; its been tainted by people like him. Why do I even bother coming to class anymore? Its obvious these fools don't know what the hell they're teaching or whether or not we give a shit anymore." Yep... safe to say Widow was pissed now, much more annoyed than she ever remembered being.
Off on her little rant, it was best to let the girl vent instead of interrupting her but after a while her surge of anger seemed to subside as the professor began to speak, telling them of the two spells they would be working with today. She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. Of course he'd be teaching them something she'd learned when she was a little girl, blowing her father's unused wine bottles to smithereens with a simple flick of her wrist and perfectly pronounced incantation. "Bombarda.. Expulso.. blah, blah, no surprise these mongruels are this far behind."
She briefly thought about packing up her things and simply leaving, but then thought against it as another brilliant idea filled her mind as her eyes locked onto the back of Maddox Lazandar's head. Professor O'Toole had instructed them to only practice on the items they were supposed to bring to class this session. The only thing Macara had was her journal, and there was no way she was destroying that. No, it would be much more entertaining to use the incantation on a person, just to see its effects. The image of Maddox writhing on the ground, a hole blown through him, wasting away as at last his breathing slowed to a stop.. that was much more satisfying.
Gruesome, yes, and Macara didn't want to deal with the recoil she'd received. After all, that was murder and would probably lead to her being sent to Azkaban. But right now, Azkaban didn't sound too bad compared to present company. Aside from Tar and strangely enough Evangeline Demare, Widow had never been able to stand the presence of others for very long at all. Her gazed shifted down to the chair he was sitting in. It would be interesting to see how well the spell worked on an occupied chair, and Widow couldn't imagine passing up an opportunity to see Doxy make a fool out of himself.
She leaned towards Tar and nudged her, pointing towards where Maddox was seated. "What do you think? I'm thinking I want to try the incantation on that chair he's sitting in. Maybe it'll work?"
