Post by conrad anthony masen on May 30, 2011 7:15:24 GMT -5
introducing ,
• CONRADO ANTHONY MASEN
[/color][/center]• CONRADO ANTHONY MASEN
FULL NAME: Conrado Anthony Masen
NICKNAMES: Masen, Conrad, Radical, Tony
AGE: Seventeen
YEAR AND HOUSE: Seventh Year, Slytherin.
OCCUPATION: N/A
WAND: 16 inch, Rosewood, Dragon Heartstring
APPEARANCE
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Impossibly handsome, his face is chiseled and quite pretty, impenetrating you with his icy blue eyes that can run wild. His facial features are only highlighted due to his dark hair, which can be curly (a style of which he hates) but is normally worn straight. Conrad's tall stature can be intimidating, yet agile and mysterious, with a definite sex appeal. He has seduced many women with just his looks, giving off a strong allure.
His uniform is never up to standards of which a head of house would look for, most would be dissapointed with his style. Top button undone and tie loose, shirt hanging low and sleeves rolled up is how you'll normally see Conrad on a day to day basics, and almost never ever seen in robes except on a blue moon like special occasions and what not. When out of Hogwarts, his attire simply consists of deniem jeans, a tshirt with a leather jacket to complete the dark look he normally gives off. But lets not forget, Conrad is nothing without his imfamous smirk.
PORTRAYED BY: Ian Somerhalder
PERSONALITY
PATRONUS:
FORM: Grey Wolf
MEMORY:Conrad's fondest memory is the last time he saw his mother alive. He remembers Francesca hugging the small boy to her chest, breathing in his mother’s scent, and not even knowing that it was the last time that he’d see her alive. He remembers his mother fondly messing up his brown hair, a sparkle in her eyes.
BOGGART: Conrad's worst fear is death. he has been told that this is not an uncommon fear, but what people don’t realize is that he fears the death of someone close to him more than he fears death for himself, and they also don’t realize that before his mother past away (worst memory) this was the furthest fear from his mind. reasons for this fear include loneliness, he insists that, that is the greatest form of sadness something that he has yet to be able to over come. the boy understands that without sadness their could not be happiness and without death their could not be life, but it is not something that he has yet allowed himself to accept.
STRENGTHS: Creativity, Ruthlessness, Quick spellcasting, Quidditch, Wand withdrawal, Dueling, Transfiguration, Power of pursuasion.
WEAKNESSES: Overconfidence / Ego, Short temper, Recklessness, Anything dealing with Herbology, Hot Girls.
FEARS: Death, Making his father angry, Failing
GOALS: Captain of the qudditch team, Beater for the Italian quidditch team and of course to win Lucinda over once more.
PERSONALITY:
Selfish, Heartless and cold. Those words have been used to describe Conrad more than a matter of once or twice. Infact, several times have many a person used these terms and a few more, some of which are very very true. He is a wild and complex character, but is also completely misunderstood because of his spontenaiety and violence. He's worse than cunning and bitter, no Conrad can be much much worse than that. Causing rivals, fights, tense times and awkward moments are something he specalizes in. His view on muggles is that they are nothing but simple toys to the race he belongs to, perhaps puppets. He's more than wicked to them, and if it ever came down a third wizarding war, his side is already chosen. He is a rare side of any coin and can't be known to which know whether she's heads or tails because she will change within minutes or rather like seconds. Conrad uses people to gain what he wants or needs, his cunning side. Then he will toss you away like trash. It doesn't matter how far he will go, but he will go far, deadly much to say. Conrad is very sinful, flirtatious, but has a bad side of her that not many want to see. He's cruel and calculating, and has a very harsh and tainted side of himself.
Not many understand everything he does, or what he does it for. And to discover that, you either need to know of his past or be an extremely close friend of his. Its takes alot for him to open up to anyone, even his brother or sisters. In some way, he sort of coats himself in a hard shell that is almost impossible for somebody to break (those who do will be extremely suprised what they might find) All in all, Conrad comes over as an extremely selfish character who is limitless with his boundaries and views the world (and the supernatural) as a game of survival. Nothing else matters except for ensuring that he has the power to live, or fight off whatever threat... at least on the surface.
But of course, like there is to most people, Conrad has a secret side that is hidden deep down. Once moral and sensitive, but the death of his mother caused all these actions to be covered up with walls and a permenent smirk stuck to his face to protect himself from hurting once more. Deep down, and if your close, hes kind and sweet and very generous. He'll do almost anything for you if needs be, even go to extreme heights.. He's protective and loyal to his friends, family and lovers alike. But its very rare you'll get a chance to see this because within a few minutes that flash of lightening will be gone and the Conrad whom everyone see's will be there oncemore.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
*Francesca Masen, Mother, Deceased
*Ronaldo Masen, Father, 45, Former quidditch player
*Lucinda Masen, Sister, Fifteen (twin)
*Chelsea Masen, Sister, Fifteen (twin)
*Ianota Masen, Brother, Sixteen
HISTORY:
Conrado Anthony Masen is the eldest child and a heir of the wealthy Ronaldo Masen, a halfblooded and former chaser on Italy's quidditch team, and the now deceased, english muggleborn, Franchesca Masen, trophy wife and lady of leisure. He was born on the 20th of October with a full head of brown hair and a silver spoon firmly in his mouth. From a very young age, he understood the beauty of his life of luxury and the privileges he was entitled to. The Masen manor was fully staffed and his every whim and fancy was well looked after from the word. In fact it has even been rumored that baby Conrad's cradle was made of pure gold. however, both he and his parents will tell you that this could not be further from the truth.
Conrad was raised as princes, never having to lift a finger on his own accord. Maids and Nannies alike were always there to insure he would not have to work a day in life. never. Which was entirely too fine with him. As he grew, this lack of laboring skills only grew worse. The only reason his grades were kept up so constantly was because of his actual liking for school. It was one of the greatest social parlors of a young man’s life. That’s not to say that he hasn’t occasionally cheated, swindled or bribed to get to the top. However, being raised by a nanny and maid at the family's home in london while his father trained constantly and abigail attended luncheons and social galas, and while together spent more of their time fighting than anything else left him craving parental attention, love, and approval in everything he did and achieved. Unfortunately, more often than not Ronaldo and Franchesca merely smiled approvingly, patted his head, and gave him whatever fancy toy he wanted and left. It wasn't that they didn't love their son; they simply had more important things to do with their lives. aA far as his mother was concerned, she had produced her husband an heir, two as a matter of fact and thus her job was done. Surely their children would appreciate the freedom and liberation they gave them? as the couple recalled, youths hate being stifled and smothered by controlling parents, and so as far as they were concerned, they were being the BEST parents any child could ask for.
The beginnings of his teenage years were turbulent to say the least. with the introduction to darker and deeper magic that he was first led to believe didn't exist by his mother, he jumped on that horse and started on a cross-country race. After her death, life changed for him. His father started to teach him things, bad things. In which resulted in altering his personality in many different ways. Around hogwarts, the women took one look at him and fell in love, but he did not act on such petty things as 'falling in love', except of course, that one time.
The year he turned eleven he received his letter from hogwarts, and couldn't have been more thrilled. It was at this point that the first year set out to secure his place in the highest rung of the Academy's social ladder, having been one of the rarest to make it onto the qudditch team in his third year as a beater and actually he has done an excellent job. - outstandingly popular in school now on his last year. Dark things are to come for this young man, its his destiny.
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NEED TO KNOW
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Theo was really just not the type of person to wake up so early on a Saturday. For example, he often slept in with his curtains shut so he wouldn’t have to deal with the rest of his dorm mates. But, for the first time in what seemed like forever but was actually only a couple of months, he happened to bring a girl over. The only reason he was awake at the moment was, although she was a good shag, she was a horrible thing, and he literally meant thing, to wake up to. The first thing he had woken up to was a kick to his stomach followed by a smack to his cheek courtesy of the back of her hand. So, after rudely shoving her off of his bed and feigning sleep, he waited until she was out of the room before getting up with a grunt. He picked up his boxers off the floor and headed straight for the shower, remembering why he preferred his boys to girls all the while ignoring a snort that suspiciously sounded as if it were coming from behind him.
So after his relatively long shower, he was making his way out of the common room with no particular place in mind. He was clad in black jeans, a long sleeved, white button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned up and a plain dark green T-shirt underneath. His hair was still partly wet from his shower, giving him that messy looked he enjoyed. Mostly, Theodore kept to the shadows and avoided the eyes, with complete distaste and disinterest, of the people who passed him until he found himself standing in front of the library. With his arms crossed in front of him, he pushed the doors open and found himself wandering around. Ignoring the looks of Madam Pince, he pushed forward, sneering slightly and apologizing for it, partly, in his head at the people around him that weren’t Slytherin, he strode forward until he stood a little behind the one and only Blaise Zabini.
Now, Blaise certainly was a fellow he wouldn’t mind getting to know better, especially since they were dorm mates. As far as he knew, they had only talked a couple of times before over the course of their five years of living together. Then again, when once lived with people such as Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, one spent as little time in the actual dorm as possible. Theo silently took a breath in before striding forward and moving around the table until he was in front of his fellow Slytherin. With a rather cheeky grin on his face, he slid his arm on the table and leaned his head on that, gallantly observing the boy in front of him. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He smirked. “What brings you here this early, Zabini?”.
So after his relatively long shower, he was making his way out of the common room with no particular place in mind. He was clad in black jeans, a long sleeved, white button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned up and a plain dark green T-shirt underneath. His hair was still partly wet from his shower, giving him that messy looked he enjoyed. Mostly, Theodore kept to the shadows and avoided the eyes, with complete distaste and disinterest, of the people who passed him until he found himself standing in front of the library. With his arms crossed in front of him, he pushed the doors open and found himself wandering around. Ignoring the looks of Madam Pince, he pushed forward, sneering slightly and apologizing for it, partly, in his head at the people around him that weren’t Slytherin, he strode forward until he stood a little behind the one and only Blaise Zabini.
Now, Blaise certainly was a fellow he wouldn’t mind getting to know better, especially since they were dorm mates. As far as he knew, they had only talked a couple of times before over the course of their five years of living together. Then again, when once lived with people such as Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, one spent as little time in the actual dorm as possible. Theo silently took a breath in before striding forward and moving around the table until he was in front of his fellow Slytherin. With a rather cheeky grin on his face, he slid his arm on the table and leaned his head on that, gallantly observing the boy in front of him. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He smirked. “What brings you here this early, Zabini?”.
ALIAS: Please darling, call me Nathan.
AGE: Nineteen.
TIMEZONE: Im from London! So GMT Central
CODE WORD:ADMIN EDIT
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
HOW'D YOU FIND US: Forum hopping, as you do.
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