Post by Adrian Martin on Jan 8, 2007 15:05:04 GMT -5
Accepted. Beautiful job of course.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Pam
Other characters on the board: The ever-enchanting Emma Vale
Are you over 13?: Last time I checked
Name: Adrian Lloyd Martin
Age: 17
Year in Salem: 4th, Senior
Gender: God help us all, he's male...
Birthday/Sign: September 22, 1980/Virgo
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood
Family Members: February Martin (Father), Adelie Martin (Mother), Felicity Martin (Twin-Sister), Penelope Martin (Paternal Second Cousin), Michelle Kimball (Paternal Third Cousin? Who knows, but she's Penelope's Daughter, ergo, family.)
Appearance: Adrian takes after his father, sporting a healthy head of almost black hair and almost as healthy eyebrows. While they give him a more fierce appearance, his friends know that he is rarely as harsh and unyielding, unless it is in his measure of people. As a striking six foot one, Adrian never has a problem in getting attention, his frame as well as lean figure giving him an edge in Quidditch. Adrian has a slight muscular appearance from the sport and work-out regime, and although he isn't a body-builder, Adrian isn't the kind of guy you would mess with.
Personality: Adrian is very reserved. Although with some of his closer friends he as seen as witty and socially aware, most only say that he is ‘shy.’ His sister Felicity, however, knows that there is much more to him. He is a true friend, a secret-keeper at the very least, and an always ready ear for confiding. He is loathe to make judgments on others, although his opinion of someone, once lost, is very seldom brought back. His looks give off a fierce personality, although Adrian is quite different. It takes much to provoke him, but he is never hesitant to correct an injustice, be it through fighting or words.
Being as quiet as he is, Adrian often notices things that escape others. He has an appreciative eye for beauty, and although only Felicity might guess at it, his is quite the poetic soul. His friends bring out the more playful sense in him, although it rarely comes out in public. Excepting Quidditch, of course, but even then he pursues the sport with a focused intensity. Pride is evident in his manner of studies and intensity through which he pursues his studies. Although it is not overbearing, he relies on himself, never depending on anyone else.
History:
Born near Boston, Adrian spent his childhood like any other. He loved his family, wanted to become his father, and loved his twin-sister ferociously. They went through everything together, rarely separated throughout their younger years. However their kinship was not to stay that way. Once they reached ‘of age’ which meant about the age of seven when they were starting to grow apart, the twins were shipped off to their grandmother’s in France. Adrian hated those times, he barely got to see Felicity, and when he did they were always supposed to ‘behave.’ He was forced to wear prissy pants that got dirty the second he moved and was always expected to sit and stand up straight. And the parties! He hated every minute of it, and when they returned home, the coven schools were no better. Although it was interesting to learn about their magical heritage, it was no fun. They only learned ‘useful’ skills, nothing fun at all. Except for flying lessons. Those, Adrian lived for. The thrill of flying through the air, swooping and weaving over the field was unmatched, and it never grew old. Each launch of flight still thrilled him to the very core, vanquishing all his fears and worries as it became only himself and the air. To hear that there was a sport involving such things immediately captivated him, and he became devoted to its cause.
Years came and went as Adrian and Felicity were shuttled back and forth from home to France. Each year he left with more reluctance. Once he became ‘older,’ however, Adrian was granted the only thing that ever brought a glimmer of happiness to his summers in France. His grandparents allowed him to train with the Flying Laurels. It was a dream come true, and for once he was glad his grandparents were so rich. He was taught maneuvers, tricks, defenses, strategies, and many other tips that made his classmates envious once he returned home. It was amazing, and Adrian actually thought of pursuing a future in Quidditch. Of course once he presented that idea to his family, his parents rejoiced while his grandparents groaned. It was an acceptable career, they said, but not one for a boy of his talents. It seemed they had just been encouraging a hobby, not a profession. Instead they had him lined up as a Department Head at the Ministry, preferably working under a family friend and rising up through the ranks. They had actually gone so far as to lined up an internship for him the next summer. Of course it went without saying that he would be attending the Beauxbaton’s. Whereas all his classmates were excited about going to SWIM, he would be moving to France.
Fortunately his parents put up a fight as well, and through a long line of discussions, heated arguments, and angry owls, it turned out that Adrian and Felicity would be attending SWIM. He had let out a hoot of excitement when they finally heard the end-all news, and at that moment Adrian decided that no more would he be his grandmother’s pet. That summer, Adrian refused to go with Felicity to France. He refused to answer any of his grandparents’ pleas, and fortunately his parents stood by his decision. No one was going to lead him around and decide his future, and for once in his life Adrian had the pleasure of deciding his own future. For the first time in a long time, he played Quidditch with his friends instead of minding his p’s and q’s. It was a religious experience of the most uplifting sort, and Adrian has never wished for that feeling to leave him.
The first year at SWIM found him making the Quidditch team. Although he felt he belonged on the Varsity team, Adrian found himself settling for the JV. They won the Cup that year, at least in the JV division, and Adrian had never been prouder. He only wished he could credit his accomplishment to his own skill and perseverance than the training at his grandparents’. His favorite classes were Herbology and Magizoology, those being the only hands-on classes in which one had to know more than just how to flick a wand. He loved getting to learn about all the different creatures that were so unique to the magical world.
The second year went even better, and as Felicity gained her own friends and experiences, Adrian gained his own though they never strayed too far from each other. Of course he had his fair share of scaring off unwanted devotees of his sister’s, and vice versa as well. They had each other’s back, and even though it had always been that way, it was a comfort amongst his peers’ own confusion. The second year he thankfully made the Varsity team, and although the final winner had always been a bit sketchy due to a refereeing technicality, Adrian had always felt alright about his playing. It was a tougher game, though, and Adrian had suffered a few fouls from letting his temper grow out of control. But in the end he was never overly ashamed of himself. He always tried to conduct himself with the integrity and confidence that his father always displayed. Of course it always helped that Felicity was always there to cheer him on. At times he wasn’t sure of what he might have done if he hadn’t seen her looking on from the stands. He had a responsibility to her as the older twin, and he always tried to live up to it.
Of course when the attacks happened in his Junior year, it had him quite shaken up. He had been sitting in his dorm, reading a biography on Oliver Wood when the storm broke loose. Everyone instantly went up into a panic as the house head told them to get to their rooms. Knowing something was deadly wrong, Adrian ran down the hall, smashing into the barrier that kept boys from the girls’ dormitories. “Felicity!” he shouted, slamming his fist against the wall. As a girl rushed by him to get to her room, he grabbed her by the elbow, looking straight into her eyes as he charged her with his mission. “Make. Sure. Felicity. Martin. Is IN her room,” he said firmly, his voice allowing for no interruptions nor excuses. Letting her go, he gave her a small push as she took off running. The second the girl reached Felicity’s room, Adrian stood on his toes, looking for some signal that all was okay amidst the stampede of frightened students. A thumbs-up instantly shot through the air, and Adrian felt himself let go of his breath as he knew his sister was alright. Returning to his own room, Adrian locked the door as his roommate and himself stood scrunched against the window, attempting to see what on Earth was going on. The next morning, however, they found out the awful truth. Their school had been attacked, and they had almost been within an inch of losing their lives. It frightened Adrian to know he might have been helpless, that it was only the teachers’ diligence that saved them. He had known Cliff as well, he was a good sort that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And that could have been Felicity instead of Sam, it could have been any of them. As they were sent back home, Adrian never left Felicity’s side, no matter how much she protested. He was never going to let anything happen to her. He swore to devote himself to his studies, to protect himself and Felicity. Those Death Eaters would have to step across his dead, cold corpse before they ever laid a hand on her, and Adrian was never going to let that even be a possibility.
He actually studied over the summer, practicing his defensive spells as well as offensive ones. He pursued it with an intensity to match his Quidditch practices, not wanting to let one lack for the other, as well as it served as a much needed break. By the end of the summer he had relaxed his watchdog attitude, although he was still wary as the came back to the school. The school look safe, and that scared Adrian even more. If it weren’t for the teachers’ valiant actions, Adrian would have been even more hesitant concerning their return back to the school, but he had made an investment that let him breath a bit easier. A spell had been implanted in Felicity’s watch and his own that would send the other watch screaming if one happened to get in trouble. Nothing could keep him from hearing such a loud scream, and nothing would keep him from racing to his sister’s side the moment it happened.
Likes: Quidditch, Creatures, Hands-on Activities
Dislikes: Tedious work, long hours in a confining classroom without the least hint of sunlight, Patronizing professors, society snobs.
Best Subject: Magizoology
Special Abilities: Very skilled Quidditch player, prefers the position of Chaser but is able to adapt to the other positions as well.
Hopes and Dreams: To do what he wants to do. Whatever profession he chooses will involve working with his hands.
Wand: Hawthorne, 8 3/4 inches, Runespoor Fang Core
Broom: Cleansweep 7
Pet: None
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: A
Alchemy:A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: E
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: E
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: E
- Herbology: O
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: A
- Magical History: A
- Magizoology: O
- Prescience: E
Word Verification: *Shh*
Writing Sample:
(Set before the attacks, hope that's alright!)
The night had fallen far faster than Adrian had anticipated, and after finally wrapping up an evening practice, he made his way back to the dorm as quickly as possible. It was all too easy for him to lose track of time out on the Pitch, but Adrian doubted he'd get in trouble for it. The entire Hall Monitor system was a waste of time, and Cliff knew how it was, he would let Adrian slide for at least one night. Besides, Cliodine wanted to win the cup, right?
Carrying his broom made it a bit more difficult to make a subtle entry into the dorm building, but a little but of quick maneuvering made it simple for him to slide into the entry way with only the slightest of sounds. Of course his concentration on keeping the broom from hitting anything didn't allow him to see the chair until it was too late. While it didn't hurt him, the screeching of the chair legs as it was knocked back made him wince. Just when he had thought everything was going well, too.
Abandoning his plan to sneak in, Adrian simply started climbing the stairs, glad the Cliodine floor was the first one he'd come to. Less chance of awakening other house Hall Monitors. Although the moment he reached the stairs, there was Sam. Letting out a small groan, Adrian simply stopped in his tracks. He had been caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, and there was no getting out of it. "Get to bed Martin, we've got a big game tomorrow," she called out softly, giving him an encouraging smile.
"Thanks Sam, I owe you one," he replied, glad to know he wouldn't have to face a silly detention. They were pointless, but Adrian hated them all the same. As he continued down the hallway, he looked back to see Sam pointedly ignoring him before he entered his room. Looking to see his roommate sound asleep, Adrian put his broom away before settling down for the night.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Pam
Other characters on the board: The ever-enchanting Emma Vale
Are you over 13?: Last time I checked
Name: Adrian Lloyd Martin
Age: 17
Year in Salem: 4th, Senior
Gender: God help us all, he's male...
Birthday/Sign: September 22, 1980/Virgo
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood
Family Members: February Martin (Father), Adelie Martin (Mother), Felicity Martin (Twin-Sister), Penelope Martin (Paternal Second Cousin), Michelle Kimball (Paternal Third Cousin? Who knows, but she's Penelope's Daughter, ergo, family.)
Appearance: Adrian takes after his father, sporting a healthy head of almost black hair and almost as healthy eyebrows. While they give him a more fierce appearance, his friends know that he is rarely as harsh and unyielding, unless it is in his measure of people. As a striking six foot one, Adrian never has a problem in getting attention, his frame as well as lean figure giving him an edge in Quidditch. Adrian has a slight muscular appearance from the sport and work-out regime, and although he isn't a body-builder, Adrian isn't the kind of guy you would mess with.
Personality: Adrian is very reserved. Although with some of his closer friends he as seen as witty and socially aware, most only say that he is ‘shy.’ His sister Felicity, however, knows that there is much more to him. He is a true friend, a secret-keeper at the very least, and an always ready ear for confiding. He is loathe to make judgments on others, although his opinion of someone, once lost, is very seldom brought back. His looks give off a fierce personality, although Adrian is quite different. It takes much to provoke him, but he is never hesitant to correct an injustice, be it through fighting or words.
Being as quiet as he is, Adrian often notices things that escape others. He has an appreciative eye for beauty, and although only Felicity might guess at it, his is quite the poetic soul. His friends bring out the more playful sense in him, although it rarely comes out in public. Excepting Quidditch, of course, but even then he pursues the sport with a focused intensity. Pride is evident in his manner of studies and intensity through which he pursues his studies. Although it is not overbearing, he relies on himself, never depending on anyone else.
History:
Born near Boston, Adrian spent his childhood like any other. He loved his family, wanted to become his father, and loved his twin-sister ferociously. They went through everything together, rarely separated throughout their younger years. However their kinship was not to stay that way. Once they reached ‘of age’ which meant about the age of seven when they were starting to grow apart, the twins were shipped off to their grandmother’s in France. Adrian hated those times, he barely got to see Felicity, and when he did they were always supposed to ‘behave.’ He was forced to wear prissy pants that got dirty the second he moved and was always expected to sit and stand up straight. And the parties! He hated every minute of it, and when they returned home, the coven schools were no better. Although it was interesting to learn about their magical heritage, it was no fun. They only learned ‘useful’ skills, nothing fun at all. Except for flying lessons. Those, Adrian lived for. The thrill of flying through the air, swooping and weaving over the field was unmatched, and it never grew old. Each launch of flight still thrilled him to the very core, vanquishing all his fears and worries as it became only himself and the air. To hear that there was a sport involving such things immediately captivated him, and he became devoted to its cause.
Years came and went as Adrian and Felicity were shuttled back and forth from home to France. Each year he left with more reluctance. Once he became ‘older,’ however, Adrian was granted the only thing that ever brought a glimmer of happiness to his summers in France. His grandparents allowed him to train with the Flying Laurels. It was a dream come true, and for once he was glad his grandparents were so rich. He was taught maneuvers, tricks, defenses, strategies, and many other tips that made his classmates envious once he returned home. It was amazing, and Adrian actually thought of pursuing a future in Quidditch. Of course once he presented that idea to his family, his parents rejoiced while his grandparents groaned. It was an acceptable career, they said, but not one for a boy of his talents. It seemed they had just been encouraging a hobby, not a profession. Instead they had him lined up as a Department Head at the Ministry, preferably working under a family friend and rising up through the ranks. They had actually gone so far as to lined up an internship for him the next summer. Of course it went without saying that he would be attending the Beauxbaton’s. Whereas all his classmates were excited about going to SWIM, he would be moving to France.
Fortunately his parents put up a fight as well, and through a long line of discussions, heated arguments, and angry owls, it turned out that Adrian and Felicity would be attending SWIM. He had let out a hoot of excitement when they finally heard the end-all news, and at that moment Adrian decided that no more would he be his grandmother’s pet. That summer, Adrian refused to go with Felicity to France. He refused to answer any of his grandparents’ pleas, and fortunately his parents stood by his decision. No one was going to lead him around and decide his future, and for once in his life Adrian had the pleasure of deciding his own future. For the first time in a long time, he played Quidditch with his friends instead of minding his p’s and q’s. It was a religious experience of the most uplifting sort, and Adrian has never wished for that feeling to leave him.
The first year at SWIM found him making the Quidditch team. Although he felt he belonged on the Varsity team, Adrian found himself settling for the JV. They won the Cup that year, at least in the JV division, and Adrian had never been prouder. He only wished he could credit his accomplishment to his own skill and perseverance than the training at his grandparents’. His favorite classes were Herbology and Magizoology, those being the only hands-on classes in which one had to know more than just how to flick a wand. He loved getting to learn about all the different creatures that were so unique to the magical world.
The second year went even better, and as Felicity gained her own friends and experiences, Adrian gained his own though they never strayed too far from each other. Of course he had his fair share of scaring off unwanted devotees of his sister’s, and vice versa as well. They had each other’s back, and even though it had always been that way, it was a comfort amongst his peers’ own confusion. The second year he thankfully made the Varsity team, and although the final winner had always been a bit sketchy due to a refereeing technicality, Adrian had always felt alright about his playing. It was a tougher game, though, and Adrian had suffered a few fouls from letting his temper grow out of control. But in the end he was never overly ashamed of himself. He always tried to conduct himself with the integrity and confidence that his father always displayed. Of course it always helped that Felicity was always there to cheer him on. At times he wasn’t sure of what he might have done if he hadn’t seen her looking on from the stands. He had a responsibility to her as the older twin, and he always tried to live up to it.
Of course when the attacks happened in his Junior year, it had him quite shaken up. He had been sitting in his dorm, reading a biography on Oliver Wood when the storm broke loose. Everyone instantly went up into a panic as the house head told them to get to their rooms. Knowing something was deadly wrong, Adrian ran down the hall, smashing into the barrier that kept boys from the girls’ dormitories. “Felicity!” he shouted, slamming his fist against the wall. As a girl rushed by him to get to her room, he grabbed her by the elbow, looking straight into her eyes as he charged her with his mission. “Make. Sure. Felicity. Martin. Is IN her room,” he said firmly, his voice allowing for no interruptions nor excuses. Letting her go, he gave her a small push as she took off running. The second the girl reached Felicity’s room, Adrian stood on his toes, looking for some signal that all was okay amidst the stampede of frightened students. A thumbs-up instantly shot through the air, and Adrian felt himself let go of his breath as he knew his sister was alright. Returning to his own room, Adrian locked the door as his roommate and himself stood scrunched against the window, attempting to see what on Earth was going on. The next morning, however, they found out the awful truth. Their school had been attacked, and they had almost been within an inch of losing their lives. It frightened Adrian to know he might have been helpless, that it was only the teachers’ diligence that saved them. He had known Cliff as well, he was a good sort that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And that could have been Felicity instead of Sam, it could have been any of them. As they were sent back home, Adrian never left Felicity’s side, no matter how much she protested. He was never going to let anything happen to her. He swore to devote himself to his studies, to protect himself and Felicity. Those Death Eaters would have to step across his dead, cold corpse before they ever laid a hand on her, and Adrian was never going to let that even be a possibility.
He actually studied over the summer, practicing his defensive spells as well as offensive ones. He pursued it with an intensity to match his Quidditch practices, not wanting to let one lack for the other, as well as it served as a much needed break. By the end of the summer he had relaxed his watchdog attitude, although he was still wary as the came back to the school. The school look safe, and that scared Adrian even more. If it weren’t for the teachers’ valiant actions, Adrian would have been even more hesitant concerning their return back to the school, but he had made an investment that let him breath a bit easier. A spell had been implanted in Felicity’s watch and his own that would send the other watch screaming if one happened to get in trouble. Nothing could keep him from hearing such a loud scream, and nothing would keep him from racing to his sister’s side the moment it happened.
Likes: Quidditch, Creatures, Hands-on Activities
Dislikes: Tedious work, long hours in a confining classroom without the least hint of sunlight, Patronizing professors, society snobs.
Best Subject: Magizoology
Special Abilities: Very skilled Quidditch player, prefers the position of Chaser but is able to adapt to the other positions as well.
Hopes and Dreams: To do what he wants to do. Whatever profession he chooses will involve working with his hands.
Wand: Hawthorne, 8 3/4 inches, Runespoor Fang Core
Broom: Cleansweep 7
Pet: None
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: A
Alchemy:A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: E
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: E
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: E
- Herbology: O
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: A
- Magical History: A
- Magizoology: O
- Prescience: E
Word Verification: *Shh*
Writing Sample:
(Set before the attacks, hope that's alright!)
The night had fallen far faster than Adrian had anticipated, and after finally wrapping up an evening practice, he made his way back to the dorm as quickly as possible. It was all too easy for him to lose track of time out on the Pitch, but Adrian doubted he'd get in trouble for it. The entire Hall Monitor system was a waste of time, and Cliff knew how it was, he would let Adrian slide for at least one night. Besides, Cliodine wanted to win the cup, right?
Carrying his broom made it a bit more difficult to make a subtle entry into the dorm building, but a little but of quick maneuvering made it simple for him to slide into the entry way with only the slightest of sounds. Of course his concentration on keeping the broom from hitting anything didn't allow him to see the chair until it was too late. While it didn't hurt him, the screeching of the chair legs as it was knocked back made him wince. Just when he had thought everything was going well, too.
Abandoning his plan to sneak in, Adrian simply started climbing the stairs, glad the Cliodine floor was the first one he'd come to. Less chance of awakening other house Hall Monitors. Although the moment he reached the stairs, there was Sam. Letting out a small groan, Adrian simply stopped in his tracks. He had been caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, and there was no getting out of it. "Get to bed Martin, we've got a big game tomorrow," she called out softly, giving him an encouraging smile.
"Thanks Sam, I owe you one," he replied, glad to know he wouldn't have to face a silly detention. They were pointless, but Adrian hated them all the same. As he continued down the hallway, he looked back to see Sam pointedly ignoring him before he entered his room. Looking to see his roommate sound asleep, Adrian put his broom away before settling down for the night.