Post by Aiden Moor on Jun 17, 2006 18:36:00 GMT -5
We are currently accepting students from any of the four houses, years 1-7.
Name: Aiden Moor
Cannon Character: No
Other Characters on the Site: No
Age and Birthday: 17, October 31
Blood line: Pure
Sex: Male
Year: Seventh
House:
Standing: Death Eater
Pet:
Embyr
Broom: Comet (He never rides it, however)
Personality:
Aiden is withdrawn and quiet. Though he has a generally dark disposition about him, people seem to be drawn to him for whatever reason. In the past he's had people try and draw the dark youth out of his shell. They've never succeeded. He's enigmatic and strange, most people not realizing what lies beneath the cold exterior. Inside he's a raging inferno of self-hate, anger, and resentment. He's rather hard to understand, and always completely unpredictable. No matter how many years you sit there to study him, you will never unleash all of his secrets. He's prone to keeping his darkness inside of him, but it can explode at any moment.
Inside, deep inside, he wants to be accepted. At the same time, however, he doesn't. He wants to end the pain, but then he doesn't. Aiden likes the pain he has because it sets him apart from others. Being a sadomasochist, he gets joy out of his pain and the pain of others. Aiden is quick, intelligent, and dangerous. You do not want to mess with him. Aiden had done things to his body that are frowned upon by culture, but he does it anyway. The way he thinks and feels are so alien to most people that they are not to understand him. His music and his writings are dark just like him, but he isn't a bad person. Really, he isn't. He's just the property of neglect, confusion, and pain. The pain in his body runs deep and cold. However, if you're nice to him he'll be nice to you. He won't trust you, but he won't harm you either. It takes a long time and a deep understanding of Aiden to win his trust. When you do, you'll find a vulnerable and sad boy. If you're lucky, you might even coax out the rare and beautiful smiles of the fallen angel.
History:
Aiden's parents were filthy rich. They came from a deep and increasingly wealthy pureblood line. His father was a Death Eater, and his mother was a model. The marriage was an arranged one, and only produced Aiden. It was a sordid marriage full of fights and anger. They never loved each other, and they never loved Aiden. His mother, in all her beauty, was a dark lady. She used her looks to manipulate people and get as far in life as she could. Eventually, she killed herself. They found her hanging from the chandelier in the living room. Before that, Aiden had a normal childhood. It certainly wasn't happy, but it was there. He played with toy cars, he colored, and he sang the alphabet song. After the death of his mother, he took on a sort of numbness. Aiden remembers the flashing lights, the yell of people seeing the body in a pale white sheet, the funeral, and the days after that. Aiden, however, does not remember crying. He doesn't remember feeling anything but a cold happiness that she, the wretched woman, was finally gone.
His father, for whatever reason, decided to stay home with the fifteen year old Aiden. He might have thought that the death of his mother would have an impact on him. Instead, he found that Aiden could care less. Aiden wouldn't even look at his father. His father had been particularly venomous to the boy, and even hit a few times. Aiden wanted nothing more than his father to leave him alone. Aiden, at the age of fifteen, realized his sexuality. His father found out that his son was bisexual and pushed him down the stairs. It resulted in Aiden punching his father and leaving. Among other scars, he still carries the one from tumbling down the stairs. Aiden's father is still alive, but he doesn't consider him a father. A father would have played catch with his son in the backyard, would have been supportive, and would have loved him. No, he has no father. His father let the fragile childhood of a young boy fall about, and crash at his feet. The result? An even colder Aiden.
Strengths: Aiden has the ability to see past the ousted. He can see that there are more to looks, and is able to get past what a person looks like. He has a very good intuition, and a good heart if you can believe it. He just doesn't show it often. Aiden has an ability to block out the negative words people say to him, and move on. He also has the ability to hex or beat the tar out of them.
Weaknesses: His coldness alienates him from his peers. His little trust in people keeps him from gaining many friends, and ultimately giving him more enemies. Aiden is prone to outbursts of anger, or showing no emotion at all.
Wand: 10' ebony dragon heartstring
Appearance:
Post Example:
It was a cool day in Scotland. Low grey clouds rolled over the sloping emerald hills. There as a slight breeze that raised goosebumps on a pale youth. The air held a smell of rain, with a distinct promise of more in the future. All around the dark boy drops of diamond water fell of plant life. Plant life that would wilt and die if the boy had that power. He was an odd boy. All one had to do was look at him and they would see that darkness reigned. He had been described as a fallen angel once. He would have turned out to be an incredibly handsome boy if he didn't hide himself in tight black clothing, eyeliner, and black nail polish. Still, he had a handsome quality about him. The boy was Aiden Moor, son of a wealthy pureblood family. He walked with a sort of icy grace, his cold brown eyes glaring at everything. In Aiden's right hand was a guitar, black as midnight. In the dark of night he would often create haunting melodies, and bare his soul. No, not today. Today he was only carrying it as a comfort tool.
What light filtered through the gray clouds was a watery color. It rebounded off objects on either side of him. They were worn smooth stone, ancient by the looks of them. A thicket of sharp thorned plants grew along side of the worn path the youth was walking on. The dirt had been tread over many people since being made ages ago. The thorns reached out and ripped the boy. He bled. It looked like blood on porcelain. The objects the sun kept hitting were old tombstones. The place Aiden walked in was an old graveyard, long since abandoned. Aiden, at that very moment, was traveling a path worn by feet and tears. Memories clung to this place in a choking cloud, but Aiden seemed unphased. He knew no one in this place, but felt comforted by it. One might call it gruesome. Aiden, however, was not one of those people. In a fluid motion, he sat down. His long legs spread out before him as he tuned his guitar. The notes soon filled the air. Haunted, angry, and strangely beautiful melodies sprang forth from the instrument. Occasionally, Aiden would add his voice sometimes screaming his secrets. The gravestones were his audience. They didn't judge him. Aiden was content here for now, until he had to return home.
The Application Question:
1. Cardiff, Wales
(If you do not know what this is, maybe you should read the rules!)
I agree that I will follow the rules at Beauxbatons Academy. I will not disagree with what one of the staff members has told me to do. I will respect the other members of the site. I will post with detail and over 500 characters. I will not Godmode. If I do any of these things, I will accept what the staff decides.
By writing your Characters name here, you agree to all of the above.
I, Aiden Moor agree to all these terms, and will follow the rules.
Name: Aiden Moor
Cannon Character: No
Other Characters on the Site: No
Age and Birthday: 17, October 31
Blood line: Pure
Sex: Male
Year: Seventh
House:
Standing: Death Eater
Pet:
Embyr
Broom: Comet (He never rides it, however)
Personality:
Aiden is withdrawn and quiet. Though he has a generally dark disposition about him, people seem to be drawn to him for whatever reason. In the past he's had people try and draw the dark youth out of his shell. They've never succeeded. He's enigmatic and strange, most people not realizing what lies beneath the cold exterior. Inside he's a raging inferno of self-hate, anger, and resentment. He's rather hard to understand, and always completely unpredictable. No matter how many years you sit there to study him, you will never unleash all of his secrets. He's prone to keeping his darkness inside of him, but it can explode at any moment.
Inside, deep inside, he wants to be accepted. At the same time, however, he doesn't. He wants to end the pain, but then he doesn't. Aiden likes the pain he has because it sets him apart from others. Being a sadomasochist, he gets joy out of his pain and the pain of others. Aiden is quick, intelligent, and dangerous. You do not want to mess with him. Aiden had done things to his body that are frowned upon by culture, but he does it anyway. The way he thinks and feels are so alien to most people that they are not to understand him. His music and his writings are dark just like him, but he isn't a bad person. Really, he isn't. He's just the property of neglect, confusion, and pain. The pain in his body runs deep and cold. However, if you're nice to him he'll be nice to you. He won't trust you, but he won't harm you either. It takes a long time and a deep understanding of Aiden to win his trust. When you do, you'll find a vulnerable and sad boy. If you're lucky, you might even coax out the rare and beautiful smiles of the fallen angel.
History:
Aiden's parents were filthy rich. They came from a deep and increasingly wealthy pureblood line. His father was a Death Eater, and his mother was a model. The marriage was an arranged one, and only produced Aiden. It was a sordid marriage full of fights and anger. They never loved each other, and they never loved Aiden. His mother, in all her beauty, was a dark lady. She used her looks to manipulate people and get as far in life as she could. Eventually, she killed herself. They found her hanging from the chandelier in the living room. Before that, Aiden had a normal childhood. It certainly wasn't happy, but it was there. He played with toy cars, he colored, and he sang the alphabet song. After the death of his mother, he took on a sort of numbness. Aiden remembers the flashing lights, the yell of people seeing the body in a pale white sheet, the funeral, and the days after that. Aiden, however, does not remember crying. He doesn't remember feeling anything but a cold happiness that she, the wretched woman, was finally gone.
His father, for whatever reason, decided to stay home with the fifteen year old Aiden. He might have thought that the death of his mother would have an impact on him. Instead, he found that Aiden could care less. Aiden wouldn't even look at his father. His father had been particularly venomous to the boy, and even hit a few times. Aiden wanted nothing more than his father to leave him alone. Aiden, at the age of fifteen, realized his sexuality. His father found out that his son was bisexual and pushed him down the stairs. It resulted in Aiden punching his father and leaving. Among other scars, he still carries the one from tumbling down the stairs. Aiden's father is still alive, but he doesn't consider him a father. A father would have played catch with his son in the backyard, would have been supportive, and would have loved him. No, he has no father. His father let the fragile childhood of a young boy fall about, and crash at his feet. The result? An even colder Aiden.
Strengths: Aiden has the ability to see past the ousted. He can see that there are more to looks, and is able to get past what a person looks like. He has a very good intuition, and a good heart if you can believe it. He just doesn't show it often. Aiden has an ability to block out the negative words people say to him, and move on. He also has the ability to hex or beat the tar out of them.
Weaknesses: His coldness alienates him from his peers. His little trust in people keeps him from gaining many friends, and ultimately giving him more enemies. Aiden is prone to outbursts of anger, or showing no emotion at all.
Wand: 10' ebony dragon heartstring
Appearance:
Post Example:
It was a cool day in Scotland. Low grey clouds rolled over the sloping emerald hills. There as a slight breeze that raised goosebumps on a pale youth. The air held a smell of rain, with a distinct promise of more in the future. All around the dark boy drops of diamond water fell of plant life. Plant life that would wilt and die if the boy had that power. He was an odd boy. All one had to do was look at him and they would see that darkness reigned. He had been described as a fallen angel once. He would have turned out to be an incredibly handsome boy if he didn't hide himself in tight black clothing, eyeliner, and black nail polish. Still, he had a handsome quality about him. The boy was Aiden Moor, son of a wealthy pureblood family. He walked with a sort of icy grace, his cold brown eyes glaring at everything. In Aiden's right hand was a guitar, black as midnight. In the dark of night he would often create haunting melodies, and bare his soul. No, not today. Today he was only carrying it as a comfort tool.
What light filtered through the gray clouds was a watery color. It rebounded off objects on either side of him. They were worn smooth stone, ancient by the looks of them. A thicket of sharp thorned plants grew along side of the worn path the youth was walking on. The dirt had been tread over many people since being made ages ago. The thorns reached out and ripped the boy. He bled. It looked like blood on porcelain. The objects the sun kept hitting were old tombstones. The place Aiden walked in was an old graveyard, long since abandoned. Aiden, at that very moment, was traveling a path worn by feet and tears. Memories clung to this place in a choking cloud, but Aiden seemed unphased. He knew no one in this place, but felt comforted by it. One might call it gruesome. Aiden, however, was not one of those people. In a fluid motion, he sat down. His long legs spread out before him as he tuned his guitar. The notes soon filled the air. Haunted, angry, and strangely beautiful melodies sprang forth from the instrument. Occasionally, Aiden would add his voice sometimes screaming his secrets. The gravestones were his audience. They didn't judge him. Aiden was content here for now, until he had to return home.
The Application Question:
1. Cardiff, Wales
(If you do not know what this is, maybe you should read the rules!)
I agree that I will follow the rules at Beauxbatons Academy. I will not disagree with what one of the staff members has told me to do. I will respect the other members of the site. I will post with detail and over 500 characters. I will not Godmode. If I do any of these things, I will accept what the staff decides.
By writing your Characters name here, you agree to all of the above.
I, Aiden Moor agree to all these terms, and will follow the rules.
||Twins||
