Post by Sora Blake on Mar 31, 2007 13:54:59 GMT -5
Welcome to the Ministry! Have a pleasant day.
[ Full Character Name: ]Sora Blake
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[Character Age: ] 18
[ Position Requesting: ] Hitwizard
[ Country of Citizenship: ] United States
[Years of Employment at Ministry:] 0
[ Physical Character Description: ] He's a tall, auburn haired boy with a medium physique. He has cold jade green eyes and often a stoic look upon his face. He has a medium-sized scar on the upper left of his chest that often twinges when Sora experiences discomfort or anger.
[ Personality Character Description:] Sora is often a cold and careless person due to his upbringing. But, during his time in Hogwarts, he slowly began to warm up to others and learned how to live life his own way without his father's control. He is friendly only to a certain point and to certain people. His sarcastic wit and tongue know no bounds due to his Slytherin backround.
[ History: ] His father was an Auror in New York where Sora originally hailed from. From an early age, he was trained in swordsmanship and magical theory. His father used all his connections in the dark side of the magical world to get Sora some tutors in Dark magicks. The nonexistant love that Sora got from his father and mother slowly changed him as well to become more emotionless and detached from the world. Also, his father's plan for Sora to become an Auror and nothing else made Sora almost feel a hatred for his dad. It was when he was transferred to Hogwarts to get a better education that slowly put Sora back onto the road, though his father's hold over him still does exist.
During his stay at Hogwarts, he learned more about the dark side of magic. He practiced the spellwork with someone he trusted from school as they learned from each other. Someone from his past who he had close ties with, showed him the power of the Deva. It was from this experience that Sora truly wanted to become a Hitwizard. He continued to train under the tutelage of his uncle when he graduated from Hogwarts, honing his skills until he could flawlessly execute a large number of sword techniques intermingled with magic. It was during this time that he applied for a position in the Ministry of Magic.
[ Special talents/knacks: ] Sora is extremely well versed in the art of swordsmanship. He is well trained in the art of dueling, both magical and muggle, and is known to put a "tough guy exterior" when faced in dire situations.
[Writing/Role Playing Example: ] Sora wiped the dripping crimson liquid from his sword on the unmoving man's dirtied shirt. He looked down upon his mark with a detached expression as if killing someone was a normal, ordinary chore like cleaning one's floor. Speaking of cleaning one's home, Sora remembered that his apartment was akin to a pig's sty and he needed to clean it very soon.
He slowly rose up, his bunched cloak rose with him as his ears picked up noise down the corridor. He instinctively sheathed his weapon as he drawed his wand from his dragonhide holster. Maybe if he was really quiet, maybe they wouldn't-
"He's on this floor. Search for him!" yelled out a pissed off voice a distance away.
Sora sighed as he leaned against the wall, listening to the incoming footsteps of his enemies. He peeked out in the corner as he pointed his wand at the cloaked bad guys, a grin upon his face.
It was just another day.
[ Full Character Name: ]Sora Blake
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[Character Age: ] 18
[ Position Requesting: ] Hitwizard
[ Country of Citizenship: ] United States
[Years of Employment at Ministry:] 0
[ Physical Character Description: ] He's a tall, auburn haired boy with a medium physique. He has cold jade green eyes and often a stoic look upon his face. He has a medium-sized scar on the upper left of his chest that often twinges when Sora experiences discomfort or anger.
[ Personality Character Description:] Sora is often a cold and careless person due to his upbringing. But, during his time in Hogwarts, he slowly began to warm up to others and learned how to live life his own way without his father's control. He is friendly only to a certain point and to certain people. His sarcastic wit and tongue know no bounds due to his Slytherin backround.
[ History: ] His father was an Auror in New York where Sora originally hailed from. From an early age, he was trained in swordsmanship and magical theory. His father used all his connections in the dark side of the magical world to get Sora some tutors in Dark magicks. The nonexistant love that Sora got from his father and mother slowly changed him as well to become more emotionless and detached from the world. Also, his father's plan for Sora to become an Auror and nothing else made Sora almost feel a hatred for his dad. It was when he was transferred to Hogwarts to get a better education that slowly put Sora back onto the road, though his father's hold over him still does exist.
During his stay at Hogwarts, he learned more about the dark side of magic. He practiced the spellwork with someone he trusted from school as they learned from each other. Someone from his past who he had close ties with, showed him the power of the Deva. It was from this experience that Sora truly wanted to become a Hitwizard. He continued to train under the tutelage of his uncle when he graduated from Hogwarts, honing his skills until he could flawlessly execute a large number of sword techniques intermingled with magic. It was during this time that he applied for a position in the Ministry of Magic.
[ Special talents/knacks: ] Sora is extremely well versed in the art of swordsmanship. He is well trained in the art of dueling, both magical and muggle, and is known to put a "tough guy exterior" when faced in dire situations.
[Writing/Role Playing Example: ] Sora wiped the dripping crimson liquid from his sword on the unmoving man's dirtied shirt. He looked down upon his mark with a detached expression as if killing someone was a normal, ordinary chore like cleaning one's floor. Speaking of cleaning one's home, Sora remembered that his apartment was akin to a pig's sty and he needed to clean it very soon.
He slowly rose up, his bunched cloak rose with him as his ears picked up noise down the corridor. He instinctively sheathed his weapon as he drawed his wand from his dragonhide holster. Maybe if he was really quiet, maybe they wouldn't-
"He's on this floor. Search for him!" yelled out a pissed off voice a distance away.
Sora sighed as he leaned against the wall, listening to the incoming footsteps of his enemies. He peeked out in the corner as he pointed his wand at the cloaked bad guys, a grin upon his face.
It was just another day.