Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 9, 2007 19:49:18 GMT -5
~Private Selt~
Character Name: Gabrielle Christopher Ivy
Nickname(s): Gabe, Rielle
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Birthdate: June 25th, 1977
Affiliation: Death Eater
House: Slytherin Alumnus
~I Walk Alone~
Father: Christopher Michael Ivy
Mother: Maria Angela McFerish-Ivy
Sibling(s): none
~Last Shut Of Your Eyes~
Hair: deep chestnut
Eyes: chocolate brown
Skintone: pale, but not deathly so
General Appearance: Gabrielle stands at the average height of most men, 6'2", his mousy hair always tousled in every direction. His charming smile is his signature, and he's used it to bed many women in his 30 years.
~Stand My Ground~
Personality: Gabrielle, in most aspects, is a charmer who does exactly what's needed to get his way; when he does have what he wants, he's just, to be blunt, an asshole. He's rather rude, entirely unreliable, but has something about him that simply makes people love him, despite his attitude problems. Deep beneath his icy, rude exterior, there lies a kind-hearted person, but it was quickly, and literally, beaten out of his system by the Dark Lords inner circle.
~The End of Every Story~
History:Gabrielle Christopher Ivy was born in the still of a hot June night to Christopher and Angela Ivy. As he grew, he was taught the basic mannerisms any parent would want their child to know, and, in most people's eyes, he had a happily normal childhood.
However, his days in Hogwarts were far from normal. After being sorted into Slytherin, (much to his parents' horror, as they were both well-known Griffyndors), his friends were rather lacking. He had two good mates that stayed with him through school, but went their separate ways after graduation.
After, in a way, loosing his only two friends, Gabe began drifting toward the rougher crowd. Doing more and more to upset his parents, even after he'd moved out of their house, he was easily targeted for the ever-growing Death Eater group. He was a fairly new member when Lord Voldimort fell at just the presence of an infant boy, and he'd quickly gone into hiding like his Lord. Only now has he resurfaced, having been skeptical of the rumours he'd heard about the Dark Lord's return.
~On My Way~
RP Sample: Aralynn inhaled deeply before breathing out a large puff of smoke she'd taken in from the burning cigarette in between her fingers. She knew it was a rotten habit to have developed - the nicotine stained everything it touched - but it was something to pass the time with, and that was all she was looking for anymore; something to make the seconds seem faster than they truly were.
Her slender figure was wrapped in a large house robe, obviously not originally belonging to her, as the hem of the robe was mere centimeters from the floor of she and Carlisle's apartment and the sleeves were large enough to easily wrap around her stick-thin arms twice. No matter how immortal she was, she could still feel the effects of the seasons upon her skin, and rather disliked having human reactions to the cold that enveloped London every winter's night.
Member Title: Your Favourite Mistake
Anything Else?: Charms Professor ... pleaaassseeeeeeeeeeee :]]
Character Name: Gabrielle Christopher Ivy
Nickname(s): Gabe, Rielle
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Birthdate: June 25th, 1977
Affiliation: Death Eater
House: Slytherin Alumnus
~I Walk Alone~
Father: Christopher Michael Ivy
Mother: Maria Angela McFerish-Ivy
Sibling(s): none
~Last Shut Of Your Eyes~
Hair: deep chestnut
Eyes: chocolate brown
Skintone: pale, but not deathly so
General Appearance: Gabrielle stands at the average height of most men, 6'2", his mousy hair always tousled in every direction. His charming smile is his signature, and he's used it to bed many women in his 30 years.
~Stand My Ground~
Personality: Gabrielle, in most aspects, is a charmer who does exactly what's needed to get his way; when he does have what he wants, he's just, to be blunt, an asshole. He's rather rude, entirely unreliable, but has something about him that simply makes people love him, despite his attitude problems. Deep beneath his icy, rude exterior, there lies a kind-hearted person, but it was quickly, and literally, beaten out of his system by the Dark Lords inner circle.
~The End of Every Story~
History:Gabrielle Christopher Ivy was born in the still of a hot June night to Christopher and Angela Ivy. As he grew, he was taught the basic mannerisms any parent would want their child to know, and, in most people's eyes, he had a happily normal childhood.
However, his days in Hogwarts were far from normal. After being sorted into Slytherin, (much to his parents' horror, as they were both well-known Griffyndors), his friends were rather lacking. He had two good mates that stayed with him through school, but went their separate ways after graduation.
After, in a way, loosing his only two friends, Gabe began drifting toward the rougher crowd. Doing more and more to upset his parents, even after he'd moved out of their house, he was easily targeted for the ever-growing Death Eater group. He was a fairly new member when Lord Voldimort fell at just the presence of an infant boy, and he'd quickly gone into hiding like his Lord. Only now has he resurfaced, having been skeptical of the rumours he'd heard about the Dark Lord's return.
~On My Way~
RP Sample: Aralynn inhaled deeply before breathing out a large puff of smoke she'd taken in from the burning cigarette in between her fingers. She knew it was a rotten habit to have developed - the nicotine stained everything it touched - but it was something to pass the time with, and that was all she was looking for anymore; something to make the seconds seem faster than they truly were.
Her slender figure was wrapped in a large house robe, obviously not originally belonging to her, as the hem of the robe was mere centimeters from the floor of she and Carlisle's apartment and the sleeves were large enough to easily wrap around her stick-thin arms twice. No matter how immortal she was, she could still feel the effects of the seasons upon her skin, and rather disliked having human reactions to the cold that enveloped London every winter's night.
Member Title: Your Favourite Mistake
Anything Else?: Charms Professor ... pleaaassseeeeeeeeeeee :]]
