Post by Ianto Martyn Sayer on Jun 11, 2012 0:22:53 GMT -6
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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
[/font]I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
something to get off my chest
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IANTO MARTYN SAYER[/center]
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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
[/font]MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
need something that i can confess
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NICKNAMES: Ian
AGE: 23
D.O.B.: Jan 1st, 2000
WAND TYPE: Unicorn hair, Apple wood, 8 1/2 inches
PROFESSION: Grounds Keeper at Hogwarts!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: N/A
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
PLAY-BY: Garret Hedlund
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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
[/font]’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
from all the truth that i've said
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EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'2 1/2"
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
PERSONAL STYLE: Ianto's a man of simple tastes and simple clothing. He wears jeans, t-shirts, wool jackets in the winter, light track jackets in the spring and fall. Good hiking boots, and that's about as far as clothing goes. He typically wears his clothing clean (if he manages that), and does his hair by running his fingers through it. That's about it. It's really, really simple. No fuss what so ever. No jewelry or anything of that sort. Just a simple man with a simple way of dressing.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: When you see this man, you get the vibe that he might be a little rough around the edges. Frankly put, Ianto's a tall, handsome man who really doesn't put much effort into how he looks or acts. He has short, messy light brown hair, friendly blue eyes, and this way of smirking that makes you think he's found food on your face. His face is typically calm though, almost stoic making you think that he doesn't have too many emotions and feelings, it's just that he doesn't like to show them too much, or can't anymore. They're there, and on the rare occasion he gets a smile that lights up his face in a way that almost leaves you breathless.
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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
[/font]THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
i've been on the brink, so
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+ Peaceful Moments
+ Most animals/magical creatures
+ Quidditch
+ His Hut
+ Jokes
+ His Twin Brother
+ Sticking to plans
+ His family
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
+ Emotional Pain
+ Loss
+ Bullies
+ General Confusion
+ Pranks gone wrong
+ Violence
GOALS: Ianto really doesn't have any real goals for himself. He just wants to do his job and live life.
BOGGART: Losing someone in his family, or someone close to him.
PATRONUS: Finding out that he could use magic and was going to Hogwarts. It was something akin to becoming Batman or Spiderman for the young lad, and he's never been that childishly joy since.
DEMENTOR: Ianto's worst memory was the near death of his brother shortly after they graduated Hogwarts. Because it was Ianto's fault, a prank gone horribly wrong, he does blame himself for such things.
AMORTENTIA: Fresh cut grass, turkey dinners, and the smell of fireplaces in the winter.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Calm, Sweet, Thoughtful, Down to Earth, Distrustful, Remorseful, Careful, Stubborn, and Humorous.
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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
[/font]AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
it's like we're chasing all those stars
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FATHER: Heilyn Sayer, lawyer, 53 years old.
MOTHER:Gail Sayer (McHallin), English Teacher. 50 years old.
BROTHER(S): Iwan Sayer, twin brother, Quidditch player, 23 years old.
SISTER(S): N/A
OTHER: N/A
HOMETOWN: Cardiff, UK
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts!
BIOGRAPHY: Ianto and Iwan Martyn were born in Cardiff, UK 23 years ago. It was joked often that the two of them were best friends from the start, and Ianto's never had a reason to doubt this. They grew up like normal boys together, playing at super heroes and generally being rowdy sorts. Their mother was a strict catholic, and so the boys were also raised religiously. Life was good for the boys, and rather normal. They got in trouble, rough housed, broke things, apologized, and were typically good. Nothing out the ordinary in the least bit.
Until Ianto turned 11. Then he and his brother Iwan got their acceptance letters to Hogwarts. There had been a time or two where odd things had happened around them growing up, but their parents never listened to their sons' 'super hero' stories as anything more than childhood imagination. Needless to say, both boys were shipped off to Hogwarts and promptly sorted into Gryffindor together. They got into loads of trouble over the years, but were never anything as bad as the Weasley twins. Just general rowdiness and what not.
However, right after graduating Hogwarts, Ianto played a prank on his twin brother that went horribly wrong, and as the cause of it his brother now has a scar across his chest. Iwan almost died because of it, and Ianto blamed himself for it strongly. He was never exactly the same person after that, instead he toned down his pranking ways and worked odd jobs over the years. He was just offered the job of Grounds Keeper by the current Headmaster, and jumped at the job. It's a wonderful, peaceful sort of thing, but he's always ready to give advice to students should they come knocking on his door.
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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
[/font]AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
all the problems that we could solve
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CHATBOX NAME: Katie
RP EXPERIENCE: Like 10 years. >>;;;
HOW YOU FOUND US: I already have a character here!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Lina Kalkuskov
RP SAMPLE:
Every morning was the same for Ianto Sayer. His apartment was dead silent, and the dark curtains held back the sun and noise that was outside. An alarm didn't go off, a spell didn't wake him, but he still rose at the same time every day out of habit. Six thirty five a.m. on the dot. He used to get up at this time every day to get ready for work, but that hadn't happened for years. But it still happened, every morning. And every morning he felt worse than he had the night before. It was like he rested during the day with his eyes open instead of at night when they were closed. Like his life was the dream, and his nightmares were the reality.
Ianto shifted on the bed and turned so his feet were sitting on the ground comfortably. He cracked every knuckle in his right hand, then the wrist, before switching to the left and following suit. Each knuckle, in precise, practiced movements. He then stood, turned and made his bed the moment his body was out of it. The tall, dark haired man was a man of habit, and today was no different. He showered, seven minutes forty-five seconds exactly, brushed his teeth, and then his routine became shambles. It always did when it came to dressing. His suits were hanging there in the closet, but even as he reached out to them. His digits went as far as to touch the fabric, but he hadn't worn them since everyone had died. Today would be another mark on that list.
So the tortured man dressed like he normally did. A random t-shirt, pair of jeans that weren't too dirty, and some converse. A sigh escaped him and he ran his hands through his hair without even thinking about it before leaning on a wall and trying to keep himself together. He was supposed to meet Evie today. He shouldn't keep her waiting, nor let her down by not showing. His deep blue eyes closed, and his hands shook. He had to keep it together. For some reason the years that had passed made it easier, and yet harder. It was hard in this apartment, sitting here in a place that he should have been sharing with his wife, but the moment he gathered and went outside he was fine. At least that's what he told himself every morning. And today would be no different.
He pulled on a jacket since it was winter, stuffed his keys in his pocket and left. One foot in front of the other, and the moment he was outside of his apartment he felt... better. Not that it was completely gone, just that it was easier to think. He was calm, his face was calm, and everything was alright. It didn't take him long to hit the docks, and locate the warehouse he went to all the time. Not long at all. He walked inside, and quickly began to set things up for his little meeting with Evie. It would be a bit of planning, a bit of small talk, and just general knowledge of this and that. Still he knew her typical drink in the mornings, and considering it was now past nine, she'd probably be wanting something. He made himself a coffee, and her normal drink of choice, setting it down at the spot at the table she always sat at. He took his spot on the other side after rolling out a few of the papers they would need. Everything was ready for her, like always. Ianto didn't work any other way. He just took a sip of his coffee and waited.
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Post from him as he was an old character elsewhere.
Ianto shifted on the bed and turned so his feet were sitting on the ground comfortably. He cracked every knuckle in his right hand, then the wrist, before switching to the left and following suit. Each knuckle, in precise, practiced movements. He then stood, turned and made his bed the moment his body was out of it. The tall, dark haired man was a man of habit, and today was no different. He showered, seven minutes forty-five seconds exactly, brushed his teeth, and then his routine became shambles. It always did when it came to dressing. His suits were hanging there in the closet, but even as he reached out to them. His digits went as far as to touch the fabric, but he hadn't worn them since everyone had died. Today would be another mark on that list.
So the tortured man dressed like he normally did. A random t-shirt, pair of jeans that weren't too dirty, and some converse. A sigh escaped him and he ran his hands through his hair without even thinking about it before leaning on a wall and trying to keep himself together. He was supposed to meet Evie today. He shouldn't keep her waiting, nor let her down by not showing. His deep blue eyes closed, and his hands shook. He had to keep it together. For some reason the years that had passed made it easier, and yet harder. It was hard in this apartment, sitting here in a place that he should have been sharing with his wife, but the moment he gathered and went outside he was fine. At least that's what he told himself every morning. And today would be no different.
He pulled on a jacket since it was winter, stuffed his keys in his pocket and left. One foot in front of the other, and the moment he was outside of his apartment he felt... better. Not that it was completely gone, just that it was easier to think. He was calm, his face was calm, and everything was alright. It didn't take him long to hit the docks, and locate the warehouse he went to all the time. Not long at all. He walked inside, and quickly began to set things up for his little meeting with Evie. It would be a bit of planning, a bit of small talk, and just general knowledge of this and that. Still he knew her typical drink in the mornings, and considering it was now past nine, she'd probably be wanting something. He made himself a coffee, and her normal drink of choice, setting it down at the spot at the table she always sat at. He took his spot on the other side after rolling out a few of the papers they would need. Everything was ready for her, like always. Ianto didn't work any other way. He just took a sip of his coffee and waited.
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Post from him as he was an old character elsewhere.
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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
[/font]SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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