Post by Cryos Celerius on Feb 2, 2007 16:03:41 GMT -5
OoC::
Name/Alias: Kris.
BiC::
Full Name:: Cryos Lacerius Celerius
Age//Year:: 17 or 18//Seventh
House:: Slytherin
Affiliation:: Neutral, but leaning toward the Death Eaters.
Parents:: Acerius Celerius (Father, Death Eater) and Veritas Celerius (Mother, deceased)
Blood:: Pure (Speculated 'taint' from some magical creature or other, uncomfirmed.)
History:: Just at dawn on the 18th of October, after many hours of painful labor, a child was born to Acerius and Veritas Celerius. His father, upon hearing he had a son, insisted on him being named Lacerius, after a prominent, and suitably vicious ancestor. His mother, on the other hand, was a bit more practical. Acerius Celerius was a mouthful her husband was oddly proud of, but more often than not, he went by Acer. Not wanting her son to be known as Lacer, as the unenlightened could easily taunt him with such a name, she stood unusually firm on the subject, and relegated Lacerius to a middle name. That still left the question of what to name their child, and it was several hours before they decided upon a name: Cryos.
As if the difficulty caused in bringing him into the world and naming him was some sort of foreshadowing, Cryos was the embodiment of mischief and mayhem before he could move under his own power. His father, of course, was a rather strict and disciplined man, and wouldn't stand for it. His home was a rather troubled one, which only grew worse with the passing of his mother.
Cryos had been delighted at the news that he would be getting a younger brother or sister, though everyone else seemed to be terribly worried about his mother. She had never been a particularly robust person, and giving birth to Cryos had been quite dangerous. Her body didn't withstand going through it a second time very well, and was confined to her bed until her death, less than a year after her second child's birth.
Being only about two and a half years older than his little sister, Cryos absolutely adored his new playmate, and partner in crime, and spent most of his childhood playing, exploring, and hiding from Acerius. Being the older brother, he felt quite protective of his sister, and would often place himself at the spotlight of his father's anger, rather than let his attention fall to her. It didn't always work, but he never stopped trying.
It is often speculated, and pointed out by those against purebloods, that there is a potential for genetic defects among such a small gene pool, and while most thing of physical deformities, not every potential defect comes in that form. Cryos exhibited three main problems from an early age. One was to be expected; his immune system was weaker than most, so when he got sick, it was generally worse than most, regardless of what the disease was. The other two tied into each other somewhat. His eyes would twitch and move about sporadically, though it usually wasn't that obvious unless you were actively looking at his eyes. While he never perceived the twitching, his eyesight was a bit on the poor side, though his father didn't relent to getting him glasses until he went to school, appalled by the thought that his son was second rate through some fault of his. If his eyes were something that upset his father, his third... problem, absolutely infuriated him. Cryos, particularly when trying to be still, had the tendency to shake uncontrollably, subtly enough that it often looked as though he was merely shivering. It was a tendency that made him look weak and easily frightened, which caused his father's friends and associates a good laugh whenever they saw it. Purposefully shaking while company was over was one of his better used methods of earning his father's ire.
And so his childhood passed, and the time came when he would finally attend school to learn magic. As he was born after the school year started for most schools, he was put into the next year, and was therefore older than his companions by a considerable amount. School was a blessing and a curse, as he learned new things and made friends, but left his sister alone with his father. For his first few years of school, he tended to act out a fair deal, trying, in his own way, to protect her from afar, going so far as to get kicked out of one school in particular. His success was mixed, but it became a bit of a moot point, when she started school as well, two yeard behind him, as she was born before the beginning dates of the school.
His behavior immediately improved, though he was still a bit of a troublemaker. The stunts were more beneigns, and seen with better humor. With the relative safety of school and the distance that kept him from his father, the two finally saw eye to eye on a couple of subjects, and Cryos began to actually respect his father.
When Hogwarts reopened, Cryos and his sister were immediately transferred, and it came as a bit of a surprise to him, but not his father, when Cryos was entered into Slytherin.
Appearance:: One of the most immediately noticed, and striking features Cryos has, are his eyes. Taking his nystagmus (twitching eyes) out of the equation, they are remarkable in that his left eye is a pale blue, and his right a light brown. His mother's eyes were a pale blue, but his father's were a dark brown, almost black, which has occasionally led Acerius to wonder if Cryos is actually his son. Occasionally framed by silver wire-rimmed glasses, the overall effect is fairly handsome. Cryos is rather small for his age, appearing only slightly older than his sister, and shows no indication of growing any taller any time soon. His hair is a light blonde and wispy, falling into the more wild and unkempt style than any other. His choice in clothing is fairly broad, though he usually tends to wear pants of heavier, durable materials, and shirts with either short sleeves, or a comfortable fit that is snug at the wrist. These are practical choices, naturally, as devations from these often cause accidents with his pranks and plots.
He avoids particularly Muggle styles, mainly because of his father's distaste toward Muggles, and not any adverse opinion of his own. Unlike the trend toward long cloaks among most everyone he's met, he favors half-capes and cloaks, for their added warmth, without the exessive bulk of fabric, which would only get in the way of the hasty retreats he's often making, to avoid getting into more trouble than he's usually in. The color, and specific style usually depends on the day and the circumstances; he isn't all that concerned with fashion.
He owns only one article of clothing with any particular amount of significance to him, as a reminder of his mother. Whether or not he needs it to fasten his cloak, he is never far from a relatively plain, pewter brooch. With clear indications of age, it's is a simple design of twisting vines and leaves. Other than a simple water-repelling charm, it imbues no appreciable magical qualities to it's wearer. On occasion, when it has appeared to be lost, Cryos has been known to become almost desperate and frenzied in hsi search for it.
Personality:: Cryos is, in a nutshell, impish and mischievous. He and trouble have had a long rapport, and as such he is rather talented at making, finding, spotting, and everything involved with, excluding avoiding, trouble. He is fairly clever when it comes to trouble, but only about average when it comes to schoolwork. This penchant for trouble, and his somewhat odd appearance, have caused some to speculate whether or not he has a bit of fey blood, as he's never been tested, the idea is still only speculation.
He has quite the sense of humor, though on occasion it is viewed as somewhat odd or inappropriate. In class, he's generally well-behaved, though he only really excells at one subject, which is often considered one of the least favorite subjects of the school. He loves History of Magic, and History in general, and the trained mind might notice that some of the ideas and flair for his tricks come from times past. He treats the teachers with a moderate amount of respect, even though he seems to completely ignore them when it comes to trying to curb his behavior. He seems to take an odd sort of enjoyment from detentions, often laughing to and from them, no matter the task. Rather infuriating to others in that respect, really.
The only times his carefree and impish attitude ever seems to change is around specific people. He's generally calmer and less destructive when with his sister, though he often tries to involve her in his plans. Around his father and other Death Eaters, he goes quiet and still (as still as he can, with the mild shaking), treating them with the sort of fear and respect they desire and deserve. He often becomes nervous and uneasy when in the company of only one or two people, though this is generally attributed to being and emotionally-confused teenager, and is often covered up by his curiosity for trouble and humor. At times, he suspects he may be homosexual, or at least bisexual, but has avoided romance altogether to this point, so he isn't entirely sure.
Extras?:: Cryos has a pet iguana called Ashardalon, which he got as a birthday present in his third year of schooling, since his behavior had made a marked improvement. Ashardalon is a typical reptile, in that he's generally fairly sedate, particularly in cold weather. He's been known to get a bit snappish every now and then, though, and has been accredited with many a sore finger.
He finds Quidditch fascinating, with it's inherent excitement and dangers, and fought tooth and claw to become a Chaser. He's a daredevil and a menace on a broom, and has very nearly flown himself through the hoops to score points on occasion. He's one to watch out for. Originally, he thought about trying for Seeker, but his eyesight just wasn't good enough to track the Snitch well.
Other than being a total trouble-magnet, he has no particular special abilities. His wand 10 1/2 inches, made from flying rowan, with a unicorn tail hair core. It is slightly flexible, and particularly good for charms and protective magics. He tends to keep it up his right sleeve, or right side, so that he can easily draw and use it in his left hand.
Roleplay Sample:: It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.
Name/Alias: Kris.
BiC::
Full Name:: Cryos Lacerius Celerius
Age//Year:: 17 or 18//Seventh
House:: Slytherin
Affiliation:: Neutral, but leaning toward the Death Eaters.
Parents:: Acerius Celerius (Father, Death Eater) and Veritas Celerius (Mother, deceased)
Blood:: Pure (Speculated 'taint' from some magical creature or other, uncomfirmed.)
History:: Just at dawn on the 18th of October, after many hours of painful labor, a child was born to Acerius and Veritas Celerius. His father, upon hearing he had a son, insisted on him being named Lacerius, after a prominent, and suitably vicious ancestor. His mother, on the other hand, was a bit more practical. Acerius Celerius was a mouthful her husband was oddly proud of, but more often than not, he went by Acer. Not wanting her son to be known as Lacer, as the unenlightened could easily taunt him with such a name, she stood unusually firm on the subject, and relegated Lacerius to a middle name. That still left the question of what to name their child, and it was several hours before they decided upon a name: Cryos.
As if the difficulty caused in bringing him into the world and naming him was some sort of foreshadowing, Cryos was the embodiment of mischief and mayhem before he could move under his own power. His father, of course, was a rather strict and disciplined man, and wouldn't stand for it. His home was a rather troubled one, which only grew worse with the passing of his mother.
Cryos had been delighted at the news that he would be getting a younger brother or sister, though everyone else seemed to be terribly worried about his mother. She had never been a particularly robust person, and giving birth to Cryos had been quite dangerous. Her body didn't withstand going through it a second time very well, and was confined to her bed until her death, less than a year after her second child's birth.
Being only about two and a half years older than his little sister, Cryos absolutely adored his new playmate, and partner in crime, and spent most of his childhood playing, exploring, and hiding from Acerius. Being the older brother, he felt quite protective of his sister, and would often place himself at the spotlight of his father's anger, rather than let his attention fall to her. It didn't always work, but he never stopped trying.
It is often speculated, and pointed out by those against purebloods, that there is a potential for genetic defects among such a small gene pool, and while most thing of physical deformities, not every potential defect comes in that form. Cryos exhibited three main problems from an early age. One was to be expected; his immune system was weaker than most, so when he got sick, it was generally worse than most, regardless of what the disease was. The other two tied into each other somewhat. His eyes would twitch and move about sporadically, though it usually wasn't that obvious unless you were actively looking at his eyes. While he never perceived the twitching, his eyesight was a bit on the poor side, though his father didn't relent to getting him glasses until he went to school, appalled by the thought that his son was second rate through some fault of his. If his eyes were something that upset his father, his third... problem, absolutely infuriated him. Cryos, particularly when trying to be still, had the tendency to shake uncontrollably, subtly enough that it often looked as though he was merely shivering. It was a tendency that made him look weak and easily frightened, which caused his father's friends and associates a good laugh whenever they saw it. Purposefully shaking while company was over was one of his better used methods of earning his father's ire.
And so his childhood passed, and the time came when he would finally attend school to learn magic. As he was born after the school year started for most schools, he was put into the next year, and was therefore older than his companions by a considerable amount. School was a blessing and a curse, as he learned new things and made friends, but left his sister alone with his father. For his first few years of school, he tended to act out a fair deal, trying, in his own way, to protect her from afar, going so far as to get kicked out of one school in particular. His success was mixed, but it became a bit of a moot point, when she started school as well, two yeard behind him, as she was born before the beginning dates of the school.
His behavior immediately improved, though he was still a bit of a troublemaker. The stunts were more beneigns, and seen with better humor. With the relative safety of school and the distance that kept him from his father, the two finally saw eye to eye on a couple of subjects, and Cryos began to actually respect his father.
When Hogwarts reopened, Cryos and his sister were immediately transferred, and it came as a bit of a surprise to him, but not his father, when Cryos was entered into Slytherin.
Appearance:: One of the most immediately noticed, and striking features Cryos has, are his eyes. Taking his nystagmus (twitching eyes) out of the equation, they are remarkable in that his left eye is a pale blue, and his right a light brown. His mother's eyes were a pale blue, but his father's were a dark brown, almost black, which has occasionally led Acerius to wonder if Cryos is actually his son. Occasionally framed by silver wire-rimmed glasses, the overall effect is fairly handsome. Cryos is rather small for his age, appearing only slightly older than his sister, and shows no indication of growing any taller any time soon. His hair is a light blonde and wispy, falling into the more wild and unkempt style than any other. His choice in clothing is fairly broad, though he usually tends to wear pants of heavier, durable materials, and shirts with either short sleeves, or a comfortable fit that is snug at the wrist. These are practical choices, naturally, as devations from these often cause accidents with his pranks and plots.
He avoids particularly Muggle styles, mainly because of his father's distaste toward Muggles, and not any adverse opinion of his own. Unlike the trend toward long cloaks among most everyone he's met, he favors half-capes and cloaks, for their added warmth, without the exessive bulk of fabric, which would only get in the way of the hasty retreats he's often making, to avoid getting into more trouble than he's usually in. The color, and specific style usually depends on the day and the circumstances; he isn't all that concerned with fashion.
He owns only one article of clothing with any particular amount of significance to him, as a reminder of his mother. Whether or not he needs it to fasten his cloak, he is never far from a relatively plain, pewter brooch. With clear indications of age, it's is a simple design of twisting vines and leaves. Other than a simple water-repelling charm, it imbues no appreciable magical qualities to it's wearer. On occasion, when it has appeared to be lost, Cryos has been known to become almost desperate and frenzied in hsi search for it.
Personality:: Cryos is, in a nutshell, impish and mischievous. He and trouble have had a long rapport, and as such he is rather talented at making, finding, spotting, and everything involved with, excluding avoiding, trouble. He is fairly clever when it comes to trouble, but only about average when it comes to schoolwork. This penchant for trouble, and his somewhat odd appearance, have caused some to speculate whether or not he has a bit of fey blood, as he's never been tested, the idea is still only speculation.
He has quite the sense of humor, though on occasion it is viewed as somewhat odd or inappropriate. In class, he's generally well-behaved, though he only really excells at one subject, which is often considered one of the least favorite subjects of the school. He loves History of Magic, and History in general, and the trained mind might notice that some of the ideas and flair for his tricks come from times past. He treats the teachers with a moderate amount of respect, even though he seems to completely ignore them when it comes to trying to curb his behavior. He seems to take an odd sort of enjoyment from detentions, often laughing to and from them, no matter the task. Rather infuriating to others in that respect, really.
The only times his carefree and impish attitude ever seems to change is around specific people. He's generally calmer and less destructive when with his sister, though he often tries to involve her in his plans. Around his father and other Death Eaters, he goes quiet and still (as still as he can, with the mild shaking), treating them with the sort of fear and respect they desire and deserve. He often becomes nervous and uneasy when in the company of only one or two people, though this is generally attributed to being and emotionally-confused teenager, and is often covered up by his curiosity for trouble and humor. At times, he suspects he may be homosexual, or at least bisexual, but has avoided romance altogether to this point, so he isn't entirely sure.
Extras?:: Cryos has a pet iguana called Ashardalon, which he got as a birthday present in his third year of schooling, since his behavior had made a marked improvement. Ashardalon is a typical reptile, in that he's generally fairly sedate, particularly in cold weather. He's been known to get a bit snappish every now and then, though, and has been accredited with many a sore finger.
He finds Quidditch fascinating, with it's inherent excitement and dangers, and fought tooth and claw to become a Chaser. He's a daredevil and a menace on a broom, and has very nearly flown himself through the hoops to score points on occasion. He's one to watch out for. Originally, he thought about trying for Seeker, but his eyesight just wasn't good enough to track the Snitch well.
Other than being a total trouble-magnet, he has no particular special abilities. His wand 10 1/2 inches, made from flying rowan, with a unicorn tail hair core. It is slightly flexible, and particularly good for charms and protective magics. He tends to keep it up his right sleeve, or right side, so that he can easily draw and use it in his left hand.
Roleplay Sample:: It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.