Post by Marquis DuBois on Mar 26, 2007 20:41:10 GMT -5
Above and Beyond my dear, Accepted without a doubt
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Nickname: D. G.
Other characters on the board:
Are you over 13?: Yes I am
Name: Marquis Amauri DuBois
Age: 18
Year in Salem: Senior
Gender: Male
Birthday/Sign: November 18/ Scorpio
Blood Type/Purity: Pure. The Mumluks’ (his mother’s family) come from a long line of Egyptian Hekan (Egyptian magic) wizards and priest, while the DuBois’ can trace their magical lineage as far back as six generations of Haitian shaman.
Family Members: Tameri Dubois (Mumluk) and Francois DuBois
Appearance:
[/li][li] Eye Color:[/i] hazel/chestnut. It actually depends on how you look at them.
[/li][li] Height and Build:[/i] He’s tall, about 6’3 and definitely uses his height to his advantage. He isn’t very athletic, but there is a rather nice build underneath those thick robes due to the occasional exercise.
[/li][li] Regular clothing style:[/i] Due to his dislike of almost anything muggle, it is very, very rare to see him in anything outside of robes and a bath towel. He owns only one pair of jeans ( a gift from his estranged aunt) and a couple of tee-shirts he uses as sleep wear.
He is rather fond of the color green, so most of his robes and dress robes are green silk or other earthy colors. Of course, they are all of the finest quality his parents galleons could buy; after all, he only tolerates the best.
[/li][li] Other characteristics:[/u][/b]
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Personality:
Marquis can be summed up in one word; ambiguous.
It really is impossible to group the boy into one category because he is nothing more than a extremely confusing conundrum, his actions forever twisting and contradicting each other. One really never knows what to expect out of him, as is how he likes it.
Like his zodiac sign Scorpio, the sign of the investigator, no one is really safe from his prying eyes. His intuitive nature is designed to penetrate what others hold as their deepest secrets; one way or another he will find out what he wants to know. A natural digger of facts, one might call him, as his insatiable curiosity usually drives him to investigate all around him
His subtle, persistent, and extreme determination are also some of his more favorable facets. His ambition and stubborness are forces to be reckoned with when it's in full force; it kind of reminds one of a tycoon, relentless and powerful, finding different ways to overcome the obstacles in it's path.
Marquis is intense, passionate and filled with desire. He’s also complex and secretive, so don't expect to get much out of him, lest he becomes suspicious and exit stage left. It's best not to bet against him, either, since he is surprisingly resourceful.He is loyal and passionate when he finally finds someone who can break through his barriers.
He is also extremely sneaky. Marquis always has ulterior motives that are not quite apparent on the surface. He is also not above subtle manipulation to get what he wants.
One the flip side, however, he isn’t very accepting. He usually has a closed mind, and anything that doesn’t fit within his ideas of how it should be is usually cast aside and ignored. When things don’t go his way, he can be extremely unrelenting, not stopping until what he wants is handed to him on a silver platter.
His sardonic attitude, sharp tongue, and biased opinions have earned him more than a few enemies. His ability to see into things can sometimes be a curse for Marquis, however, since he can take an insignificant matter and turn it into a huge slight. He also has extreme mood swings, and tend to let his emotions build up until ready to explode. Problem is, when it does, it’s usually on a completely innocent bystander. Damn those mood swings.
History:
Contrary to popular belief, Marquis wasn’t always the silver tongued little viper he is today; he, too, was once a innocent babe, cast into the world completely alone.
Born on the eighteenth of November, (in the middle of a blizzard no less) little Marquis Dubois made his first dramatic entrance. His mother was on an assignment in the Swiss Alps (She’s a curse breaker, though why she chooses to work is anyone’s guess.), when suddenly, her water broke, right there in the middle of no where.
Now of course, matters had to worsen before they got better, as this case so proves. It just happens that the area she was in was due for a rather bad snowstorm, one that would meant certain death for her infant if she didn’t find shelter.
So miraculously, she hiked half a mile to the nearest cabin (which to her wonderful luck happened to be inhabited by a couple of French speaking muggle men, neither of which had the slightest idea how to deliver a baby.) and sought shelter there. After twelve long hours of labor, Marquis finally decided it was time to enter the world.
He was born as if dead, his small chubby hands unmoving and his breath faint, The only indication that he was indeed not a stillborn was his wide brown eyes locked on his mother’s. They were wise, knowing eyes that seemed incredibly out of place on a five minute old child, full of so much knowledge and understanding of the world around him.
It would seem that he would keep those old man’s eyes throughout his life.
He was, indeed, just as strange a child as he was a babe. He never did like to do things other kids liked to do, preferring to observe others rather than go out and do things himself.
But when he did act out, oh, he made sure it was on a grand scale. The simple writing on the wall, just wouldn’t do. His parents had to go through three nursemaids a year thanks to Marquis, as he seemed to go through them like toilet paper. He would do things just to annoy them, such as slipping away unnoticed to wreak havoc on the manor, and more than one of them referred to him as ‘the devil’s boy’.
He could always get away with these things, of course, which latter on affected his personality. He’s never really had to work for much, his parents (his mother specifically) made sure their boy would receive the best of everything.
Robes? Silks and Satins of course. Toys? Only those fit for a prince, no less. Both of his parents were from ‘old money’ pure blood families, so they expected nothing but the best of everything.
Of course. Marquis never complained about this; more galleons for him to spend.
Schooling
His first years of magical training was supervised by only the top witches and wizards of their fields.
Libatius Borage- One of Brittain's most knowledgable potion's master. He was the author of "Advanced Potions Making" Needless to say it would have cost his family a pretty galleon to have such a famous wizard privately tutoring young Marquis, but he was an old friend of the family.
Grade- O
Rosalind Bungs- this was another less famous friend of the Dubois, as well as one of the best healers this side of the continent. This was one of his favorite teachers, as well as his favorite class, and he actually paid attention to most of her yapping. As a result, he was able to excel on his exams, though he was rather disappointed to learn this school didn't have a healing course.
Grade- O
Caractacus Diddle- this was his History of Magic professor, though if asked he probably couldn't tell you who he was; he never stayed awake long enough to remember the man's face. After the third year of having to constantly put up with Marquis' insults and snore, he stormed out of the manor in a huff. Marquis never saw the poor man again.
Grade-P
Oakden Hobday-This was, much to Marquis dismay, his tutor for two of his courses, Defensive and Practical Magic. Hobday, one of his mother's ex-co-workers, was excellent with his wandwork, but, as Marquis puts it, 'had too much attitude'. Despite of his constant attempts to get him fired, Hobday managed to stick it out all through his early schooling. Poor, brave man.
Defensive Magic- A
Charms and Transfiguration (pratical magic)- A
Madame Zelfra Nettles Madame Z, his Astronomy tutor, was hisfavorite course by far. No, it wasn't because he adored the lessons, or because he liked the subject, it was for a more superficial reason. You see, by Marquis standards, Madame Z. was the most fun to taunt. She would be close to tears everytime he cast an insult her way, and down to hysterics when he was in a particularly bad mood. He just figured it was because she was muggleborn, and couldn't take that kind of thing the way purebloods could. It was a real wonder she didn't quit, or snap Marquis neck in two (which would have been a far more suitable revenge).
Herbology/Botany- There isn't a name here because there were simply too many to list. Marquis went through them like tissue paper, a new one quitting and being hired within a month of each other. After the tons of comments about their incompetence dealing with plants, none of them seemed tough enough to stick it out. He seemed to think none of them were worthy to even look at a Herbology book, let alone teach a DuBois.This was the class he excelled in most, however, with all of his hundreds of tutors.
Grade- O
Freshmen year
Marquis stuck to the shadows and tended to blend in. Whether it was because he was trying to size up to school and his classmates, or because he deemed them unworthy of his time and communication, is anyone’s guess. No one really noticed him much at all that year, as he used to his advantage of course.
Sophomore year
As he’d done his freshman year, Marquis was barely there at all to most of his classmates, flickering in and out of social scenes like a withering candle. He did, however, acquire most of his ‘friends’ (more like associates) as well as enemies (all well earned of course) this year. He began to get the hang of SWIM more, what with all the new information he’d obtained.
Junior Year
This was the year of change in many different ways. First, he became more of a sardonic viper than a withering candle. He began to communicate more (though most of the time unpleasantly) and show up for school gatherings and games, though to soothe his curiosity rather than for entertainment.
This was also the year SWIM was attacked. Though he really didn’t show it, the attack really did rattle him. The deaths and maiming of innocent people really made him call into question all his beliefs. Maybe he really wasn’t as safe and secure as he’d once thought.
Likes: He loves mystery, and feels that’s what keeps any good relationship going. He wouldn’t say no to a good challenge every now and then either. It keeps him on his toes.
Ironically, another (though virtually unknown) hobby of his is botany. Now, who would expect cold, mean-spirited Marquis to be into something as gentle and dirty as plants? But again, he is a paradox. This is one of his only exceptions to the ‘no muggle’ policy he keeps to, as he’s interested in both muggle and wizarding plants alike.
Dislikes: Like stated before, he isn’t too fond of muggles or muggle things. (He could tolerate muggleborns, only because they had at least some magical abilities, unlike their barbaric muggle relatives.)
He also dislikes nicknames, quidditch, and, ironically enough, inconsistency.
Best Subject: Herbology
Special Abilities: His ambition and observational skills could qualify as special, I suppose. He's also ambidextrious.
Hopes and Dreams: He wants to be a botanist, or a healer. Anything that has to do with the earth, he’ll gladly do.
Wand: Paduak, Chimera Scale, 10 ½ inches
Broom: Doesn’t have one. He doesn’t deem it necessary, as he doesn’t fly.
Pet: See broom. He isn’t very fond of animals, and he they tend to eat his plants.
[glow=red,2,300]SMART Scores:
Wand Work: A
Alchemy: O
Magizoology: A
Astronomy: A
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: A
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: E
- Herbology: O
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: P
- Magical History: D
- Elective 1: Magizoology: A
- Elective 2: Prescience : E[/glow]
Writing Sample:
Marquis walked through the halls, his usual overly confident strut in place and his mind wandering to various happenings of the day.
He wasn’t usually out this late, but he simply lost track of time in the green houses. Not that he really cared about his lack of promptness, after all, he couldn’t trouble himself with keeping track of every hour that went past.
Or so he told himself as he headed back towards the dorms, that is, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Now, usually he would just hex the little idiot who dared stop him, but seeing the shiny badge attached to the robes made him think twice about it. He was bold, yes, brash even at certain times, but certainly not stupid. Hexing a hall monitor would land him a one way ticket on the first thing smoking back home most likely, and due to his less than squeaky clean record, it was very likely.
“Now I know how this looks” he started in his charming voice “ But I have a reason for being out this late. I was helping the Herbology professor. Here, I have a note.”
He pulled out a tiny blue slip of paper and held it up for the hall monitor to see, though careful enough to cover the date of it with his fingers. Never mind the slip was signed six weeks ago, or that nobody in there right mind would be re-planting Mandrakes at two thirty in the morning.
This monitor looked pretty thick, maybe they’ll buy it.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Nickname: D. G.
Other characters on the board:
Are you over 13?: Yes I am
Name: Marquis Amauri DuBois
Age: 18
Year in Salem: Senior
Gender: Male
Birthday/Sign: November 18/ Scorpio
Blood Type/Purity: Pure. The Mumluks’ (his mother’s family) come from a long line of Egyptian Hekan (Egyptian magic) wizards and priest, while the DuBois’ can trace their magical lineage as far back as six generations of Haitian shaman.
Family Members: Tameri Dubois (Mumluk) and Francois DuBois
Appearance:
- Hair Color and Style:
[/li][li] Eye Color:[/i] hazel/chestnut. It actually depends on how you look at them.
[/li][li] Height and Build:[/i] He’s tall, about 6’3 and definitely uses his height to his advantage. He isn’t very athletic, but there is a rather nice build underneath those thick robes due to the occasional exercise.
[/li][li] Regular clothing style:[/i] Due to his dislike of almost anything muggle, it is very, very rare to see him in anything outside of robes and a bath towel. He owns only one pair of jeans ( a gift from his estranged aunt) and a couple of tee-shirts he uses as sleep wear.
He is rather fond of the color green, so most of his robes and dress robes are green silk or other earthy colors. Of course, they are all of the finest quality his parents galleons could buy; after all, he only tolerates the best.
[/li][li] Other characteristics:[/u][/b]
[/li][/ul]
Personality:
Marquis can be summed up in one word; ambiguous.
It really is impossible to group the boy into one category because he is nothing more than a extremely confusing conundrum, his actions forever twisting and contradicting each other. One really never knows what to expect out of him, as is how he likes it.
Like his zodiac sign Scorpio, the sign of the investigator, no one is really safe from his prying eyes. His intuitive nature is designed to penetrate what others hold as their deepest secrets; one way or another he will find out what he wants to know. A natural digger of facts, one might call him, as his insatiable curiosity usually drives him to investigate all around him
His subtle, persistent, and extreme determination are also some of his more favorable facets. His ambition and stubborness are forces to be reckoned with when it's in full force; it kind of reminds one of a tycoon, relentless and powerful, finding different ways to overcome the obstacles in it's path.
Marquis is intense, passionate and filled with desire. He’s also complex and secretive, so don't expect to get much out of him, lest he becomes suspicious and exit stage left. It's best not to bet against him, either, since he is surprisingly resourceful.He is loyal and passionate when he finally finds someone who can break through his barriers.
He is also extremely sneaky. Marquis always has ulterior motives that are not quite apparent on the surface. He is also not above subtle manipulation to get what he wants.
One the flip side, however, he isn’t very accepting. He usually has a closed mind, and anything that doesn’t fit within his ideas of how it should be is usually cast aside and ignored. When things don’t go his way, he can be extremely unrelenting, not stopping until what he wants is handed to him on a silver platter.
His sardonic attitude, sharp tongue, and biased opinions have earned him more than a few enemies. His ability to see into things can sometimes be a curse for Marquis, however, since he can take an insignificant matter and turn it into a huge slight. He also has extreme mood swings, and tend to let his emotions build up until ready to explode. Problem is, when it does, it’s usually on a completely innocent bystander. Damn those mood swings.
History:
Contrary to popular belief, Marquis wasn’t always the silver tongued little viper he is today; he, too, was once a innocent babe, cast into the world completely alone.
Born on the eighteenth of November, (in the middle of a blizzard no less) little Marquis Dubois made his first dramatic entrance. His mother was on an assignment in the Swiss Alps (She’s a curse breaker, though why she chooses to work is anyone’s guess.), when suddenly, her water broke, right there in the middle of no where.
Now of course, matters had to worsen before they got better, as this case so proves. It just happens that the area she was in was due for a rather bad snowstorm, one that would meant certain death for her infant if she didn’t find shelter.
So miraculously, she hiked half a mile to the nearest cabin (which to her wonderful luck happened to be inhabited by a couple of French speaking muggle men, neither of which had the slightest idea how to deliver a baby.) and sought shelter there. After twelve long hours of labor, Marquis finally decided it was time to enter the world.
He was born as if dead, his small chubby hands unmoving and his breath faint, The only indication that he was indeed not a stillborn was his wide brown eyes locked on his mother’s. They were wise, knowing eyes that seemed incredibly out of place on a five minute old child, full of so much knowledge and understanding of the world around him.
It would seem that he would keep those old man’s eyes throughout his life.
He was, indeed, just as strange a child as he was a babe. He never did like to do things other kids liked to do, preferring to observe others rather than go out and do things himself.
But when he did act out, oh, he made sure it was on a grand scale. The simple writing on the wall, just wouldn’t do. His parents had to go through three nursemaids a year thanks to Marquis, as he seemed to go through them like toilet paper. He would do things just to annoy them, such as slipping away unnoticed to wreak havoc on the manor, and more than one of them referred to him as ‘the devil’s boy’.
He could always get away with these things, of course, which latter on affected his personality. He’s never really had to work for much, his parents (his mother specifically) made sure their boy would receive the best of everything.
Robes? Silks and Satins of course. Toys? Only those fit for a prince, no less. Both of his parents were from ‘old money’ pure blood families, so they expected nothing but the best of everything.
Of course. Marquis never complained about this; more galleons for him to spend.
Schooling
His first years of magical training was supervised by only the top witches and wizards of their fields.
Libatius Borage- One of Brittain's most knowledgable potion's master. He was the author of "Advanced Potions Making" Needless to say it would have cost his family a pretty galleon to have such a famous wizard privately tutoring young Marquis, but he was an old friend of the family.
Grade- O
Rosalind Bungs- this was another less famous friend of the Dubois, as well as one of the best healers this side of the continent. This was one of his favorite teachers, as well as his favorite class, and he actually paid attention to most of her yapping. As a result, he was able to excel on his exams, though he was rather disappointed to learn this school didn't have a healing course.
Grade- O
Caractacus Diddle- this was his History of Magic professor, though if asked he probably couldn't tell you who he was; he never stayed awake long enough to remember the man's face. After the third year of having to constantly put up with Marquis' insults and snore, he stormed out of the manor in a huff. Marquis never saw the poor man again.
Grade-P
Oakden Hobday-This was, much to Marquis dismay, his tutor for two of his courses, Defensive and Practical Magic. Hobday, one of his mother's ex-co-workers, was excellent with his wandwork, but, as Marquis puts it, 'had too much attitude'. Despite of his constant attempts to get him fired, Hobday managed to stick it out all through his early schooling. Poor, brave man.
Defensive Magic- A
Charms and Transfiguration (pratical magic)- A
Madame Zelfra Nettles Madame Z, his Astronomy tutor, was hisfavorite course by far. No, it wasn't because he adored the lessons, or because he liked the subject, it was for a more superficial reason. You see, by Marquis standards, Madame Z. was the most fun to taunt. She would be close to tears everytime he cast an insult her way, and down to hysterics when he was in a particularly bad mood. He just figured it was because she was muggleborn, and couldn't take that kind of thing the way purebloods could. It was a real wonder she didn't quit, or snap Marquis neck in two (which would have been a far more suitable revenge).
Herbology/Botany- There isn't a name here because there were simply too many to list. Marquis went through them like tissue paper, a new one quitting and being hired within a month of each other. After the tons of comments about their incompetence dealing with plants, none of them seemed tough enough to stick it out. He seemed to think none of them were worthy to even look at a Herbology book, let alone teach a DuBois.This was the class he excelled in most, however, with all of his hundreds of tutors.
Grade- O
Freshmen year
Marquis stuck to the shadows and tended to blend in. Whether it was because he was trying to size up to school and his classmates, or because he deemed them unworthy of his time and communication, is anyone’s guess. No one really noticed him much at all that year, as he used to his advantage of course.
Sophomore year
As he’d done his freshman year, Marquis was barely there at all to most of his classmates, flickering in and out of social scenes like a withering candle. He did, however, acquire most of his ‘friends’ (more like associates) as well as enemies (all well earned of course) this year. He began to get the hang of SWIM more, what with all the new information he’d obtained.
Junior Year
This was the year of change in many different ways. First, he became more of a sardonic viper than a withering candle. He began to communicate more (though most of the time unpleasantly) and show up for school gatherings and games, though to soothe his curiosity rather than for entertainment.
This was also the year SWIM was attacked. Though he really didn’t show it, the attack really did rattle him. The deaths and maiming of innocent people really made him call into question all his beliefs. Maybe he really wasn’t as safe and secure as he’d once thought.
Likes: He loves mystery, and feels that’s what keeps any good relationship going. He wouldn’t say no to a good challenge every now and then either. It keeps him on his toes.
Ironically, another (though virtually unknown) hobby of his is botany. Now, who would expect cold, mean-spirited Marquis to be into something as gentle and dirty as plants? But again, he is a paradox. This is one of his only exceptions to the ‘no muggle’ policy he keeps to, as he’s interested in both muggle and wizarding plants alike.
Dislikes: Like stated before, he isn’t too fond of muggles or muggle things. (He could tolerate muggleborns, only because they had at least some magical abilities, unlike their barbaric muggle relatives.)
He also dislikes nicknames, quidditch, and, ironically enough, inconsistency.
Best Subject: Herbology
Special Abilities: His ambition and observational skills could qualify as special, I suppose. He's also ambidextrious.
Hopes and Dreams: He wants to be a botanist, or a healer. Anything that has to do with the earth, he’ll gladly do.
Wand: Paduak, Chimera Scale, 10 ½ inches
Broom: Doesn’t have one. He doesn’t deem it necessary, as he doesn’t fly.
Pet: See broom. He isn’t very fond of animals, and he they tend to eat his plants.
[glow=red,2,300]SMART Scores:
Wand Work: A
Alchemy: O
Magizoology: A
Astronomy: A
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: A
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: E
- Herbology: O
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: P
- Magical History: D
- Elective 1: Magizoology: A
- Elective 2: Prescience : E[/glow]
Writing Sample:
Marquis walked through the halls, his usual overly confident strut in place and his mind wandering to various happenings of the day.
He wasn’t usually out this late, but he simply lost track of time in the green houses. Not that he really cared about his lack of promptness, after all, he couldn’t trouble himself with keeping track of every hour that went past.
Or so he told himself as he headed back towards the dorms, that is, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Now, usually he would just hex the little idiot who dared stop him, but seeing the shiny badge attached to the robes made him think twice about it. He was bold, yes, brash even at certain times, but certainly not stupid. Hexing a hall monitor would land him a one way ticket on the first thing smoking back home most likely, and due to his less than squeaky clean record, it was very likely.
“Now I know how this looks” he started in his charming voice “ But I have a reason for being out this late. I was helping the Herbology professor. Here, I have a note.”
He pulled out a tiny blue slip of paper and held it up for the hall monitor to see, though careful enough to cover the date of it with his fingers. Never mind the slip was signed six weeks ago, or that nobody in there right mind would be re-planting Mandrakes at two thirty in the morning.
This monitor looked pretty thick, maybe they’ll buy it.