Post by Memphis Mars on Nov 12, 2007 15:06:09 GMT -5
[ Full Character Name: ] Memphis Mars
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[Character Age:] 35
[ Position Requesting: ] Auror
[ Country of Citizenship: ] England
[Years of Employment at Ministry:] 16
[ Physical Character Description: ]
The things that round out Memphis' physical character surely relate to his personality. One could notice in his average height of 5'11" that he is certainly built for one who dedicates his body to top performance. He keeps his head as close shaven as possible, mostly to cover up the early signs of a receding hairline. However, his jaw is never without a bit of scruff as he prefers not to waste too much of his time in shaving.
His facial traits are often called rough, stern, and barbaric. When there is no hint of a smile, his light eyebrows are set deeply, usually shadowing his gloomy green eyes, and his lips tend to thin out. However, when engaged in a more humorous attitude, everything about his face crinkles in a smiling expression, whether he's being sarcastic or genuinely entertained. No matter what anyone says, he's sure that he's an attractive man. Despite his crude silhouette, he's always been able to rope in the opposite sex with his physical attributes. And as attractive as he can be, he can also come off as intimidating with his somewhat permanent scowl. It's all up to the other person to see how they may want to judge him physically. He keeps to his Muggle clothes more often than not, as his usual favorite article of clothing is a leather jacket. He'll grudgingly wear the wizard's robes in the wizarding world, as well as a suit and a tie, yet he's never quite comfortable in those clothes.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
Two sides dominate Memphis. As a hard-habited Auror, his brusque and tough methods with his subjects are unsavory and only serve for a purpose to get the information and nothing else. Often most try not to notice him because he's a quiet one, keeping his personal traits to himself. In turn, this becomes an advantage to Memphis, where he delegates how one relationship with him will turn out. His line of work forces him to know how to handle people, so he has his way with any person-- male, female, old, young, guilty, or innocent. At times he gets carried away, though. With the superficial impression of Memphis keeping most away from him, he's quite keen to keeping to his work, being diligent with his given orders and allowing his stubborn attitude to drive him to his goal until he is satisfied. Unfortunately, that might mean that he is not against using unfair means for the greater good. He might just embody the saying, "Good people who do bad things for the greater good."
Sarcasm is something that he known for and it is almost never quite directed at the right people. His sarcasm and dry humor come out when he is threatened, when he threatens someone, or just when he think it's time for sarcasm to come out. For a man that has seen it all, he takes on an air of cynical amusement, which becomes a great tactic for closing up from anyone. As for any kind of comic relief, his own humor resembles that of a perverted schoolboy.
Looking towards his second, brighter side, when he is feeling good natured, he does smile wholeheartedly, and is a bit of a charmer. For someone who is rather tough on just about everyone, his manners past the small chats are frankly expressed and sometimes a bit romantic. He never likes to stay still in one moment for too long, knowing how well life slips by when there is nothing to do. For that, he is productive, using the best of his time to work on the cases allotted to him.
Seeing Memphis for the first time, one wouldn't be able to tell how easily one could approach him. He's usually the guy in the pub, drinking his whiskey and sneering at those who dodge glances at him. However, get a few more whiskeys in his system, and see how his attitude changes. He's a sincere guy, at times engaging in his surprising charisma and looks of conviction. Playing one's card in favor with him earns one a quick ticket to friendship with Memphis. Offending him with one's demeanor or words, however, will surely gain a deserved amount of cruelty and sarcasm.
[ History: ]
Born to two Muggle hard-laboring parents in Manchester, Memphis was the oldest of four kids, taking the leadership role of siblings early when his two sisters and one brother were born within the next nine years. The family had no prestige as Memphis grew up, finding nothing out of the ordinary in all of them. Of course, he saw his sisters as intelligent girls who pursued athletics, music, and/or academics, and his brother was very much skilled in rugby. However, none of them could do the bit of wonder that Memphis found himself doing. He didn't want to tell why he was sometimes a bit more powerful in his almost weekly schoolboy brawls and he was often protected by some sort of charge when he felt very threatened. Nothing could prepare him for the letter that he got when he was eleven years old.
The envelope he received from Hogwarts had been, smudged, ripped, and almost illegible by the time he passed it along to his parents. Yet they read it over just as many times as he did. His father could barely believe it-- he was always suspicious of organizations that had never shown themselves until now. At last, a reprehensive came over to clarify the thought that it was fraud and a prank. By then, Memphis was beginning to believe it himself, thinking that his advantage over the fights had something to do with this "magic".
It had to take some bit of convincing, seeing as Memphis wasn't one who liked to persuade, but the parents had to give in, knowing that they had the right to pull him out whenever they saw fit. So they scrounged up the money to make the trip to London, and went through the confusing process of platform 9 and 3/4, seeing the last of him disappearing through a wall to think that just maybe... he was a wizard?
Memphis was sorted in Gryffindor and he began his school career right then and there. During his first few years, though, he had been something of a slacker, finding varied interests in some subjects. However, he was still a troublemaker as a new wizard. Almost each week he had a physical row with someone, and most times he won, yet there were most worthy opponents as he found others with a better grasp of the magic as he had. That alone motivated him to strengthen his magic so that he could have more weapons of choice.
At school, his reputation as a fighter and a troublemaker grew, and it did not lend him very many friends. He mostly kept to blokes who had the same rough interests as he had, which often landed them in detention. Girls liked to flock to Memphis, and he gladly took to their attention, but he was just as a bit of a heartbreaker as he might have been predicted to be. At last, when his violent nature seemed to be a worrisome quality, he was guided by a teacher to work in the qudditch team to take out all of his anger. He worked well as a beater, utilizing his strength and skill to be a powerhouse offensive force. The discipline in the sport made him rigid to think that he could conform to such a thing, but he eventually grew into liking Qudditch, knowing that he was actually pretty good at it.
Life at home was something of a ride as well. Memphis' family had some trouble understanding the entire concept of his magic, yet they hadn't shunned them so much so that they reserved their curiosity for him. Memphis tried his best, however, to stay as a functional part of the family, working the summers that he was not in school, and being a good son and brother. He often had to still fight off the stigmas of being different, as most in his neighborhood knew he was going to a boarding school (expensive, yes, but able to go through financial aid) and branded him as some prep school boy. The labels only brought along more trouble for Memphis, and brought trouble for those who dared to fight him, as he made sure to keep them at a bloody pulp for insulting him. With this gradual surge of violence in his formative years as a teenage, he began to distance himself from his family, keeping from his father's constant arguments and his mother's overbearing nature. It seemed that by the end of his school career, he mostly kept in touch with his siblings, only often avoiding all the forms of communication his mother tried to give him.
In his fifth year when he was given counseling for a career, the option that first came to his mind and was suggested was the career of an Auror. Of course, his ambitions swelled at the job title, the description, and the benefits, but it was cut short for the fact that he still had to take into account his grades. Memphis had barely gone through school with mediocre grades, finding less interest in academics than he did with sports. Yet, as he noticed his professor's hesitation at suggesting the career for him, and all odds against him... he took to the challenge. The boy was not as thick skulled as he made himself out to be, as he did have his wits sharper than those of his mates. All it took was focus, sacrifice, and a goal in which Memphis could clearly see, and he was set into getting to the required NEWTs classes. At the time of the NEWTs examinations, his magical skill had increased with practicality and theory, and yet again he was finding enlightenment away from an undesired future path.
He passed his NEWTs above the E-- a miracle with his few weaknesses-- and launched himself into the Ministry, becoming an Auror-in-training and enduring the rigorous, nightmarish work. Some would have turned away from it or complained, but Memphis saw this work as a time for a challenge, and a time to show off what he could do.
After three years of training, he was in the Ministry as a new Auror, and already getting his start in the justice of crimes of the wizarding world. He was used to knowing some of Manchester's dark streets, but it was an unpleasant surprise to find much more danger in a deceivingly cheery world. More was to come with the gruesome murders relating to Voldemort and he could only keep on with a stone face, encountering the labors that would be.
In the last year of Voldemort's reign, Memphis could not escape the order of the Ministry to be put under examination and trial due to his blood lineage. At that point his reputation could not help him, yet it more like hurt him, as the councils claimed him to be a potential danger to purebloods. His status threw him to the ground along with all other Muggleborns, where he felt like rotting away in the presence of Dementors.
Eventually through a miraculous fluke, Memphis had to thank his lucky stars and one revolutionary, for he could escape far from the grasp of a tainted government. From then on he was one of those who fled from immediate harm, yet he worked close enough with those who sympathized with Potter's efforts. At times for those grueling months he thought it logical to walk away from Britain and go into Australia where he told his family to go, yet his pride in his heritage did not allow him such an easy way out. Soon enough the chains of Muggleborn oppression were broken free and he was trusting enough to return to the force, reinstating his badge and his reputation.
Years later, he still holds a reputation for his tactics, his temper, and his wit. He keeps on with his missions but also takes on the job as a mentor to the Aurors-in-training who need a boost.
[ Pros and Cons : ]
Memphis is a protective person, and will go to lengths to protect those he cares about. He's assertive as well and works to try to get what he wants. In his years, he's learned to be logical in his thinking, as well as versatile when it comes to dealing with all kinds of people, from criminals to kids. Not to mention his physical and magical strength, as it comes in handy for everyday tasks. At last, he's genuinely a light hearted man once one breaks through his tough exterior.
On the contrary, his personality is littered with crude behavior, complementing his aggressive tendencies. Sometimes his stubborn nature overrides his calm, logical side, often earning him the insult of being thick skulled. Keeping with the insistent path, when Memphis is pushed to the limit, he grows a temper that one must not want to invoke. He is offensive in his ways, often not noticing how rude he could be, for he is also a proud man, incapable of stepping off the pedestal.
[Credentials:]
NEWT Scores:
Herbology: E
Potions: E
Charms: O
Transfigurations: E
Defence Against the Dark Arts: E
Academics
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
1983-1990-- inducted into Gryffindor house.
Employment
Chelio's Videos
July 1988 - August 1989 -- cashier, inventory stock
Specialized Training
Ministry of Magic
August 1990 - July 1993 -- Auror training
[Writing/Role Playing Example:]
"Great timing, mate," Memphis' gruff voice sounded through the room, as though igniting the flame that connected to his cigarette. For a flash of a moment, everything was lit up, including the carved expression of Mars, who held no hint of amusement in his face. The look was deceiving, for his tone gave it away casually. He felt the right to, this Auror. His appearance in the high end store-- the small apparition pop masked during the frenzy to get the merchandise-- made for a spectacular spook for the burglar, whose unwise face and naive features showed genuine surprise that anyone had even guessed he would be there tonight.
No, no, no. Mars wasn't omnipotent. If he had been, his profession would have changed years and years ago, seeing as such a power could produce a nice amount of wealth. Yet instead of wallowing in the lack of superpower, his main unseen force was the intricate system of informants and vessels of magic that worked well in the department of Aurors, and guided Mars to this very night where he was face to face with the thief. One hand holding his cigarette and another with his wand pointed right to the boy's chest.
"I get a nice ol' drag of my flame here," He tapped out some embers from his cigarette, "And I get to capture you. Someone's sleeping like a baby tonight." No other word was said, and yet his wand unleashed the binding chains around the thief. As soon as that was over-- however anticlimactic it ultimately was-- the rest of the pack of Aurors came around, nodding at Mars and getting a good hold on the criminal before apparating to the station.
"Ready, mate?" Mars looked to the straggler, and noticed the younger Auror spying on a bit of jewelry taken out of the box. Not another instant when Mars redirected his wand at the broken display case and everything danced together in its original form. "C'mon," he told the other Auror, jabbing him before the other disapparated. Mars took out his cigarette, and pocketed his wand. In the darkness minimally flooded with moonlight, he rolled his eyes.
Nowadays, seems easier to be a corrupt Auror than to be a good one.
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[Character Age:] 35
[ Position Requesting: ] Auror
[ Country of Citizenship: ] England
[Years of Employment at Ministry:] 16
[ Physical Character Description: ]
The things that round out Memphis' physical character surely relate to his personality. One could notice in his average height of 5'11" that he is certainly built for one who dedicates his body to top performance. He keeps his head as close shaven as possible, mostly to cover up the early signs of a receding hairline. However, his jaw is never without a bit of scruff as he prefers not to waste too much of his time in shaving.
His facial traits are often called rough, stern, and barbaric. When there is no hint of a smile, his light eyebrows are set deeply, usually shadowing his gloomy green eyes, and his lips tend to thin out. However, when engaged in a more humorous attitude, everything about his face crinkles in a smiling expression, whether he's being sarcastic or genuinely entertained. No matter what anyone says, he's sure that he's an attractive man. Despite his crude silhouette, he's always been able to rope in the opposite sex with his physical attributes. And as attractive as he can be, he can also come off as intimidating with his somewhat permanent scowl. It's all up to the other person to see how they may want to judge him physically. He keeps to his Muggle clothes more often than not, as his usual favorite article of clothing is a leather jacket. He'll grudgingly wear the wizard's robes in the wizarding world, as well as a suit and a tie, yet he's never quite comfortable in those clothes.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
Two sides dominate Memphis. As a hard-habited Auror, his brusque and tough methods with his subjects are unsavory and only serve for a purpose to get the information and nothing else. Often most try not to notice him because he's a quiet one, keeping his personal traits to himself. In turn, this becomes an advantage to Memphis, where he delegates how one relationship with him will turn out. His line of work forces him to know how to handle people, so he has his way with any person-- male, female, old, young, guilty, or innocent. At times he gets carried away, though. With the superficial impression of Memphis keeping most away from him, he's quite keen to keeping to his work, being diligent with his given orders and allowing his stubborn attitude to drive him to his goal until he is satisfied. Unfortunately, that might mean that he is not against using unfair means for the greater good. He might just embody the saying, "Good people who do bad things for the greater good."
Sarcasm is something that he known for and it is almost never quite directed at the right people. His sarcasm and dry humor come out when he is threatened, when he threatens someone, or just when he think it's time for sarcasm to come out. For a man that has seen it all, he takes on an air of cynical amusement, which becomes a great tactic for closing up from anyone. As for any kind of comic relief, his own humor resembles that of a perverted schoolboy.
Looking towards his second, brighter side, when he is feeling good natured, he does smile wholeheartedly, and is a bit of a charmer. For someone who is rather tough on just about everyone, his manners past the small chats are frankly expressed and sometimes a bit romantic. He never likes to stay still in one moment for too long, knowing how well life slips by when there is nothing to do. For that, he is productive, using the best of his time to work on the cases allotted to him.
Seeing Memphis for the first time, one wouldn't be able to tell how easily one could approach him. He's usually the guy in the pub, drinking his whiskey and sneering at those who dodge glances at him. However, get a few more whiskeys in his system, and see how his attitude changes. He's a sincere guy, at times engaging in his surprising charisma and looks of conviction. Playing one's card in favor with him earns one a quick ticket to friendship with Memphis. Offending him with one's demeanor or words, however, will surely gain a deserved amount of cruelty and sarcasm.
[ History: ]
Born to two Muggle hard-laboring parents in Manchester, Memphis was the oldest of four kids, taking the leadership role of siblings early when his two sisters and one brother were born within the next nine years. The family had no prestige as Memphis grew up, finding nothing out of the ordinary in all of them. Of course, he saw his sisters as intelligent girls who pursued athletics, music, and/or academics, and his brother was very much skilled in rugby. However, none of them could do the bit of wonder that Memphis found himself doing. He didn't want to tell why he was sometimes a bit more powerful in his almost weekly schoolboy brawls and he was often protected by some sort of charge when he felt very threatened. Nothing could prepare him for the letter that he got when he was eleven years old.
The envelope he received from Hogwarts had been, smudged, ripped, and almost illegible by the time he passed it along to his parents. Yet they read it over just as many times as he did. His father could barely believe it-- he was always suspicious of organizations that had never shown themselves until now. At last, a reprehensive came over to clarify the thought that it was fraud and a prank. By then, Memphis was beginning to believe it himself, thinking that his advantage over the fights had something to do with this "magic".
It had to take some bit of convincing, seeing as Memphis wasn't one who liked to persuade, but the parents had to give in, knowing that they had the right to pull him out whenever they saw fit. So they scrounged up the money to make the trip to London, and went through the confusing process of platform 9 and 3/4, seeing the last of him disappearing through a wall to think that just maybe... he was a wizard?
Memphis was sorted in Gryffindor and he began his school career right then and there. During his first few years, though, he had been something of a slacker, finding varied interests in some subjects. However, he was still a troublemaker as a new wizard. Almost each week he had a physical row with someone, and most times he won, yet there were most worthy opponents as he found others with a better grasp of the magic as he had. That alone motivated him to strengthen his magic so that he could have more weapons of choice.
At school, his reputation as a fighter and a troublemaker grew, and it did not lend him very many friends. He mostly kept to blokes who had the same rough interests as he had, which often landed them in detention. Girls liked to flock to Memphis, and he gladly took to their attention, but he was just as a bit of a heartbreaker as he might have been predicted to be. At last, when his violent nature seemed to be a worrisome quality, he was guided by a teacher to work in the qudditch team to take out all of his anger. He worked well as a beater, utilizing his strength and skill to be a powerhouse offensive force. The discipline in the sport made him rigid to think that he could conform to such a thing, but he eventually grew into liking Qudditch, knowing that he was actually pretty good at it.
Life at home was something of a ride as well. Memphis' family had some trouble understanding the entire concept of his magic, yet they hadn't shunned them so much so that they reserved their curiosity for him. Memphis tried his best, however, to stay as a functional part of the family, working the summers that he was not in school, and being a good son and brother. He often had to still fight off the stigmas of being different, as most in his neighborhood knew he was going to a boarding school (expensive, yes, but able to go through financial aid) and branded him as some prep school boy. The labels only brought along more trouble for Memphis, and brought trouble for those who dared to fight him, as he made sure to keep them at a bloody pulp for insulting him. With this gradual surge of violence in his formative years as a teenage, he began to distance himself from his family, keeping from his father's constant arguments and his mother's overbearing nature. It seemed that by the end of his school career, he mostly kept in touch with his siblings, only often avoiding all the forms of communication his mother tried to give him.
In his fifth year when he was given counseling for a career, the option that first came to his mind and was suggested was the career of an Auror. Of course, his ambitions swelled at the job title, the description, and the benefits, but it was cut short for the fact that he still had to take into account his grades. Memphis had barely gone through school with mediocre grades, finding less interest in academics than he did with sports. Yet, as he noticed his professor's hesitation at suggesting the career for him, and all odds against him... he took to the challenge. The boy was not as thick skulled as he made himself out to be, as he did have his wits sharper than those of his mates. All it took was focus, sacrifice, and a goal in which Memphis could clearly see, and he was set into getting to the required NEWTs classes. At the time of the NEWTs examinations, his magical skill had increased with practicality and theory, and yet again he was finding enlightenment away from an undesired future path.
He passed his NEWTs above the E-- a miracle with his few weaknesses-- and launched himself into the Ministry, becoming an Auror-in-training and enduring the rigorous, nightmarish work. Some would have turned away from it or complained, but Memphis saw this work as a time for a challenge, and a time to show off what he could do.
After three years of training, he was in the Ministry as a new Auror, and already getting his start in the justice of crimes of the wizarding world. He was used to knowing some of Manchester's dark streets, but it was an unpleasant surprise to find much more danger in a deceivingly cheery world. More was to come with the gruesome murders relating to Voldemort and he could only keep on with a stone face, encountering the labors that would be.
In the last year of Voldemort's reign, Memphis could not escape the order of the Ministry to be put under examination and trial due to his blood lineage. At that point his reputation could not help him, yet it more like hurt him, as the councils claimed him to be a potential danger to purebloods. His status threw him to the ground along with all other Muggleborns, where he felt like rotting away in the presence of Dementors.
Eventually through a miraculous fluke, Memphis had to thank his lucky stars and one revolutionary, for he could escape far from the grasp of a tainted government. From then on he was one of those who fled from immediate harm, yet he worked close enough with those who sympathized with Potter's efforts. At times for those grueling months he thought it logical to walk away from Britain and go into Australia where he told his family to go, yet his pride in his heritage did not allow him such an easy way out. Soon enough the chains of Muggleborn oppression were broken free and he was trusting enough to return to the force, reinstating his badge and his reputation.
Years later, he still holds a reputation for his tactics, his temper, and his wit. He keeps on with his missions but also takes on the job as a mentor to the Aurors-in-training who need a boost.
[ Pros and Cons : ]
Memphis is a protective person, and will go to lengths to protect those he cares about. He's assertive as well and works to try to get what he wants. In his years, he's learned to be logical in his thinking, as well as versatile when it comes to dealing with all kinds of people, from criminals to kids. Not to mention his physical and magical strength, as it comes in handy for everyday tasks. At last, he's genuinely a light hearted man once one breaks through his tough exterior.
On the contrary, his personality is littered with crude behavior, complementing his aggressive tendencies. Sometimes his stubborn nature overrides his calm, logical side, often earning him the insult of being thick skulled. Keeping with the insistent path, when Memphis is pushed to the limit, he grows a temper that one must not want to invoke. He is offensive in his ways, often not noticing how rude he could be, for he is also a proud man, incapable of stepping off the pedestal.
[Credentials:]
NEWT Scores:
Herbology: E
Potions: E
Charms: O
Transfigurations: E
Defence Against the Dark Arts: E
Academics
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
1983-1990-- inducted into Gryffindor house.
Employment
Chelio's Videos
July 1988 - August 1989 -- cashier, inventory stock
Specialized Training
Ministry of Magic
August 1990 - July 1993 -- Auror training
[Writing/Role Playing Example:]
"Great timing, mate," Memphis' gruff voice sounded through the room, as though igniting the flame that connected to his cigarette. For a flash of a moment, everything was lit up, including the carved expression of Mars, who held no hint of amusement in his face. The look was deceiving, for his tone gave it away casually. He felt the right to, this Auror. His appearance in the high end store-- the small apparition pop masked during the frenzy to get the merchandise-- made for a spectacular spook for the burglar, whose unwise face and naive features showed genuine surprise that anyone had even guessed he would be there tonight.
No, no, no. Mars wasn't omnipotent. If he had been, his profession would have changed years and years ago, seeing as such a power could produce a nice amount of wealth. Yet instead of wallowing in the lack of superpower, his main unseen force was the intricate system of informants and vessels of magic that worked well in the department of Aurors, and guided Mars to this very night where he was face to face with the thief. One hand holding his cigarette and another with his wand pointed right to the boy's chest.
"I get a nice ol' drag of my flame here," He tapped out some embers from his cigarette, "And I get to capture you. Someone's sleeping like a baby tonight." No other word was said, and yet his wand unleashed the binding chains around the thief. As soon as that was over-- however anticlimactic it ultimately was-- the rest of the pack of Aurors came around, nodding at Mars and getting a good hold on the criminal before apparating to the station.
"Ready, mate?" Mars looked to the straggler, and noticed the younger Auror spying on a bit of jewelry taken out of the box. Not another instant when Mars redirected his wand at the broken display case and everything danced together in its original form. "C'mon," he told the other Auror, jabbing him before the other disapparated. Mars took out his cigarette, and pocketed his wand. In the darkness minimally flooded with moonlight, he rolled his eyes.
Nowadays, seems easier to be a corrupt Auror than to be a good one.