Post by Michael Valentine on Feb 3, 2013 2:05:04 GMT -5
MICHAEL ALEXANDER VALENTINE
• darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good •
• darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good •
»»Full Name: Michael Alexander Valentine
»»Nicknames: Mike, Micha
»»Birthday: 29th March, 1996 (17 years old)
»»Gender: male
»»Sexual Orientation: straight
»»Circle: Dusk
»»Occupation: junior high school student
»»Eye Color: brown
»»Hair Color: dark brown, looks almost black
»»Height:5'8
»»Weight: 160
»»Overall Appearance:
Michael has a tanned complexion after all his time spent out in the sun. Running and football keeps him fit and healthy. He has an althletic build. He's got a burn scar from a few years ago on his upper left arm, a constant reminder of what happened to his sister. Michael loves leather jackets, its one clothing item that he'll always have near him, whether he's wearing it, or its tied around his waist or its shoved in his bag, he's never far from his leather jacket. His clothing style...well honestly he doesnt really have a style, he's a jeans and shirt kinda guy...or jeans and no shirt depending on the weather and what he's doing.
»»Likes:
Michael is an intelligent person, no matter how much his grades do not reflect it. He doesnt like school, doesnt like learning and therefore doesnt apply himself much to school...unless its sports, the one subject he loves and enjoys. He manages to keep a passing grade to stay on the football team. So how is he smart you ask? Well he's very street smart. Having been the only boy and with not much contact with his parents, Michael was forced to grow up himself and found out the hard why roaming the streets at night.
This boy tends to come off as the typical jock, laughing and joking about others with his friends (his circle) but deep down Michael is constantly battling his own personal demons. He blames himself for the death of his older sister and hasn't forgiven himself. Because of that he doesnt like getting 'too' close to others. But Michael honestly isnt that bad, he's kind and caring to his circle yet is fiercely protective of them. He doesnt want anything to happen to them, especially the girls in the circle. However when confronted and questioned about the past, Michael has a tendency to run. Yes he'll literally run away from people. When nervous he'll figet with things such as clothing just to keep his hands and mind busy.
»»Powers:
Electrokinesis
Aerokinesis
Pyrokinesis
»»Family: Sabrina Valentine nee Johnson - Mother , 44, white witch, cardiologist/ cardiac surgeon
Lawrence Valentine - father, 47, white witch, lawyer
Lucille Valentine - older sister, 19, white witch, deceased.
Isabelle Valentine - younger sister, 16, white witch, student
»»Other Important People: the members of dusk circle
»»Pets: domestic shorthair cat named Cadbury
»»History:
Michael Alexander Valentine was the first and only born son and middle child of the Valentine family. Lucille was born a couple of years before him and Isabelle would be a year after. For the most part the Valentine family was a happy family but from day one there were cracks in the family foundation. Sabrina and Lawrence were always busy at work and hired a nanny (Janet) whom became more like a mother to Michael than his own biological mother. Whenever he had a problem he always asked for Janet. He adored her but at the age of seven she was stricken down with the flu and eventualy died from secondary infections. The children recieved another nanny but no one could replace Janet, though she only lasted a few years.
At the age of fourteen, Michael was invited to a party, something like a initiation for getting onto the football team. He asked his parents if he could go, they refused. So Michael persuaded both his sisters to sneak out with him. Lucille was always the careful one and kept an eye on her younger siblings that night. Around 11pm was when tradegy struck. A lantern had fallen over into the bush, setting it on fire and shortly after it set the house on fire. Michael managed to get his younger sister out and went in search of Lucille who had been looking for them. The found one another in the burning house. Unfortunately Lucille was standing in the wrong place and a beam fell onto her, killing her and catching his arm. It took three footballers to get him out of the house in time.
From that day his life spiralled, no longer did he believe in white magic and that it could do good otherwise his sister would have been able to save herself, instead he turned to the darker side, parcticing dark magic and believed if he had been able to harness that power he could have saved Lucille. He was never able to forgive himself, even after his parents had months after the incident, thankul that they still had 2 children alive. Still he found joy in running, especially early in the morning. He suffers from dreams of that fiery night and wishes very much that he could go back and change it, make it that he had switched places with Lucille or even have stayed home like their parents' wanted.
Now he's in his junior year of high school and is still on the football team, having made it as captain and quarterback. He still runs, more than he used to. Also he's still battling his personal demons and is still practicing dark magic, even going as far as joining the dusk circle, finding like minded people and he hopes that he can finally forgive himself for getting his sister and slowly move on from it. Currently he has no idea what he wants to do after school though is considering joining the military.
»»Roleplay Sample:
The blonde was glad to have tied her hair up, however her fringe was another matter. No matter how many times she brushed it behind her ear the wind kept blowing it across her face, dancing with the strands and even going as far as tickling her nose with her own hair. It was annoying but it was a small price to pay for the joy and freedom that came with being on a broom. She thought herself a good flyer, a brave and gutsy player in quidditch. She was the one that often flew upside down, backwards and doing all the other tricks many would not attempt to do. She had complete faith in herself and her broom. Sure she feared she would fall and injure herself but just being in the game even without doing all the tricks she had just the same chances of being injured. She wanted fun and the thrill of flying upside down was one of the best thrills, squeezing her knees tight against the broom, her hands gripping the handle and just the sheer strength one needed to keep oneself on the broom. Did she fear that recruiters would spot her and pursue her for a professional team...yes she did because it would mean she'd have to say no. Flying was only for fun, dancing was for life.
"How do you know that song, Cay?" Seriously? She wasnt one of those pureblood snobs, heck she wasnt even pureblood but the daughter of two halfbloods. Her grandfather was a muggle, James knew that...or so he should have, she had lost count of the amount of times she had referred to muggle things that her grandfather had shown her.
"Duh my grandfather introduced me to muggle music years ago and not to mention muggle music is fun to dance to," she laughed at him.
"And I thought you were in class at this hour?" Her in class on a day like this was laughable. She didnt belong in a classroom behind a desk.
"I've only got astronomy and that late tonight," she spoke, "You've been thinking too much that you're losing track of the days," she spoke, wondering just want he had been thinking off.
"Care to share whats on your mind?" she asked, always willing to listen and give advice, whether people took her advice or not she didnt mind, sometimes people just needed someone to listen. Even if he didnt feel like talking, at least the offer was there and she wouldnt say anything to anyone if he didnt wish for others to know. Once more the Gryffindor tucked her fringe behind her ear, holding it there with her hand. If she had a clip on her or knew a charm to keep it from flying everywhere she would use it.
"Duh my grandfather introduced me to muggle music years ago and not to mention muggle music is fun to dance to," she laughed at him.
"I've only got astronomy and that late tonight," she spoke, "You've been thinking too much that you're losing track of the days," she spoke, wondering just want he had been thinking off.
"Care to share whats on your mind?" she asked, always willing to listen and give advice, whether people took her advice or not she didnt mind, sometimes people just needed someone to listen. Even if he didnt feel like talking, at least the offer was there and she wouldnt say anything to anyone if he didnt wish for others to know. Once more the Gryffindor tucked her fringe behind her ear, holding it there with her hand. If she had a clip on her or knew a charm to keep it from flying everywhere she would use it.
»»Alias: Kara
»»How you found us: svet
»»RP experience: about 8ish years
»»Your expected level of activity: At least 2-3 times a week though I may lurk on the phone from time to time.
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