Post by VARICK TYLER GURALI on Jun 16, 2012 20:00:15 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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VARICK TYLER GURALI[/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: Var, Varick, Rick
AGE: 16 years
D.O.B.: July 5
WAND TYPE: 10" mahogany with dragon heartstring
HOUSE: Desired Order: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff
SPECIAL ABILITIES: It needs to make sense and it has to be in the biography as well.
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
PLAY-BY: Austin Butler
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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
WEIGHT: 168/170
PERSONAL STYLE:
The kid wears whatever the heck he can. Most usually in jeans, an undershirt, and a button up over shirt, he also wears a leather jacket. Typical muggle clothing, but only to prevent himself from standing out in the crowds. Closed toed, firm fitting shoes adorn his feet, and he usually dons a dog tag around his neck that was his fathers.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Varick is a natural blonde haired male. He has extremely bright blue eyes that are always "cold". Varick stands at a height of six-foot-two. He usually lets his hair grow just past his ears, to where the front touches his eye brows, but sometimes cuts it and keeps it spiked. If he has the longer option, he'll let it naturally go into a "bad boy outta bed look" or slick it back. He rarely smiles, but has a little smirk he enjoys tossing around. He prefers wearing jeans and an undershirt with a button up over shirt, but sometimes skips the over shirt. His shoes are closed toed, always. He is determined to stay in shape, sporting a tight set of abs, but not overly muscled. He has a steady gait, walks upright, chest tight, shoulders loose, spine straight. He sits with good posture and rarely slouches. His entire aura gives off the "Arrogant" vibe. He has scars up and down his arms, with one big one slashed across his chest, where it snakes down to his side. He could be classified with the "Athletic" body type, but he was never one too big into sports. He moves quietly but swiftly. He rarely runs, but his walk is fast-paced and he moves with long strides.
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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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~ Laughing (At other peoples mistakes)
~ Staying Fit
~ Equines
~ Dragons
~ Exotic Type Pets
~ Girls (Just your typical male)
~ Duct Tape (Imagine the pranks one can pull)
~ Having his group of friends around him (always)
~ Mountain Dew (Even muggles can create delicious concoctions!)
~ Weekends
~ Relaxing
~ Swimming
~ Personal Chefs
~ Butlers
~ Having the money to spend when he wants
~ Nature
~ Art (Especially his own)
~ Getting noticed (By everyone)
~ Getting rewarded (But showing up is such a nuisance!)
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- Rude people
- People who dislike him
- Young people
- Those in his way
- Girls who do not follow his advances.
- Not having money
- Not having his bodyguards (Every school year)
- Not getting his way
- Large words
- Loud conversations
- Screaming
- Having to fight for attention
- Annoying people with annoying laughs
- Giggling girls
- Kissing couples
GOALS:
Graduate Hogwarts
Be remembered
Get more knowledge on his spells and hexes
Continue with his parents business
BOGGART:
Zombies
PATRONUS:
Horse
DEMENTOR:
Watching his mother crying over a miscarried child
AMORTENTIA:
Leather
Bonfire
Sweet Pea
BASIC PERSONALITY:
- Arrogant
- Cocky
- Confident
- Narcissistic
- Egotistical
- Proud
- Adrenaline junky
- Intelligent
- Cunning
- Sly
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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: Daniel Lyle Gurali (Prof. Equine Manager/Trainer/Breeder)
MOTHER: Agatha Marie Pontz-Gurali (Prof. Equine Trainer)
BROTHER(S): N/A
SISTER(S): N/A
OTHER:
HOMETOWN: South Cambridge
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts
BIOGRAPHY: Varick's parents are just your every day average people. His father is a hard ass, the one who is just like Varick, which explains where Var gets it. His mother, however, is super sweet, even for a pureblood. She's loyal and charming. She tries to remind Var to keep a good head about him. He grew up listening to their stories. They had met after school had been in their past. See, his father ran (and still does) a prestigious stable, selling, breeding, training, and buying top quality, carefully bred, pure Thoroughbreds, Arabians, and Warlander horses. His mother had stopped by, to participate in an auction for a training package.
She won the auction, needless to say, and when they met, they immediately "clicked". They grew closer over the months, and after a year of dating, he proposed, got a yes, and even though their jobs are "normal" and no where near "out of this world", both are respected citizens. His father, Tyler, is the trainer, seller, purchaser, and breeder of every horse, however, sweet Eileen, his mother, is the one who gets the horses to respond, she has an odd bond with the creatures, which she passed on to Var. (though he will never admit it).
As years passed, Var was born and things changed slightly. Eileen worked only when she could, Var constantly took up her time. As their only child, and a surprise at that, as doctors had said she'd never be able to conceive, he was highly cared for, carefully watched, and almost never out of sight. He began to grow just like everyone else, showing potential, except showed a wicked streak a mile wide at a young age. He grew up with money to spend, stuff to do, and was spoiled. Var hit ten years old quicker than ever, already knowing of the families wizard heritage. He worked with his mother and father with the horses whenever they needed it.
As he grew, he went to school and did decent enough. When he reached fifteen, his father and mother presented him with his own horse, Predator Awakening, a Warlander Show Jumping stallion. Now as his sixteenth birthday came and went, Varick is just as cocky, arrogant, and self-centered as ever before, if not more.
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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: Spyder
RP EXPERIENCE: 11 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Wizarding Realm, I believe, or maybe Wild Equines V3. One of those.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
RP SAMPLE:
The sun peeked over the mountains slowly, winking with bright yellow rays. Harlot, his fathers owl, perched on his lamp shade. "Gah! Harlot get out!" With a ruffle of her feathers, she took off after tilting her head at the just waking teenager. Varick sat up and stretched, yawning as he groaned at having to wake up. He heard footsteps outside his door and shouted that he was up before they could rap their knuckles upon his doors wooden structure. His bed creaked at his rising and he stretched once more before walking to his closet to grab his clothes for today. Harlot flew in through the window again and yelled at him. "Shut up you bird! Get out!" He glared at the bird as he slipped into his jeans. When he finished adjusting those, he threw on an under shirt and went out of his room, Harlot following closely.
"Ah Varick! There you are, my young man." His mothers overly cheerful tones rang through his head and he wanted to crawl back in bed. He ignored her, not answering as he grabbed a piece of toast and darted out the back door. He avoided small talk almost all the time, it just was not his favorite thing. He found his father grooming out his own prized mare. Varick walked past him to fetch Predator Awakening, the stallion his parents gave him. He nodded to his father as he led the black stud to the cross ties to groom him out. After the grooming was done, Var led him out to pasture. His father gripped him on the shoulders. "You're leaving soon." Indeed, he was. He'd have to go to Kings Cross to get to school.
Var left his fathers side to go sit in his room, shirtless once again. He lay sprawled out on his bed, lost in memories. He had been raised to expect to go to Hogwarts. He had grown to know everything there was. His parents had taken him to get his supplies from Diagon Alley, offering him the best of products. Oh how spoiled thy child was. Getting his wand was the thing he wanted the most. He remembered that moment as if it happened yesterday.
It was Dragon Heartstring, nine-and-a-half inches and slightly flexible. Perfect for jabbing someone in the eye! No really, its a good wand. He left Ollivanders and went home to prepare for the next journey, the Hogwarts Express.
The day came where he had to go to Kings Cross. The trip through the wall, to seeing the train on which he'd be riding was nothing more than exciting. He had napped on the ride to Hogwarts, not interested in anyone around him. As they got to Hogwarts, he awoke and left the train.
The lit up castle looked splendid against the dark back drop of the midnight black sky, with the stars and planets winking down on them. They crossed over the entrance to the great hall after getting an introduction, and all the first years filed up awaiting the Sorting Ceremony.
Slowly, students got sorted. Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and so on and so forth. Varick had gotten nervous. And as the Sorting Hat called his name, he lifted his head, stepped forward with an air of arrogant pride and sat upon the stool. The warm fabric of the worn, talking hat touched his head and he held himself proudly still.
This was one thing he'd not make a fool of himself during, not that he ever made a fool of himself. It spoke to him in hushed tones, as if trying to seduce him, but still with an air of contemplation. Varick paid no mind to the words it was saying. And without too much time passing, the hat finally made its decision.
"Ah Varick! There you are, my young man." His mothers overly cheerful tones rang through his head and he wanted to crawl back in bed. He ignored her, not answering as he grabbed a piece of toast and darted out the back door. He avoided small talk almost all the time, it just was not his favorite thing. He found his father grooming out his own prized mare. Varick walked past him to fetch Predator Awakening, the stallion his parents gave him. He nodded to his father as he led the black stud to the cross ties to groom him out. After the grooming was done, Var led him out to pasture. His father gripped him on the shoulders. "You're leaving soon." Indeed, he was. He'd have to go to Kings Cross to get to school.
Var left his fathers side to go sit in his room, shirtless once again. He lay sprawled out on his bed, lost in memories. He had been raised to expect to go to Hogwarts. He had grown to know everything there was. His parents had taken him to get his supplies from Diagon Alley, offering him the best of products. Oh how spoiled thy child was. Getting his wand was the thing he wanted the most. He remembered that moment as if it happened yesterday.
It was Dragon Heartstring, nine-and-a-half inches and slightly flexible. Perfect for jabbing someone in the eye! No really, its a good wand. He left Ollivanders and went home to prepare for the next journey, the Hogwarts Express.
The day came where he had to go to Kings Cross. The trip through the wall, to seeing the train on which he'd be riding was nothing more than exciting. He had napped on the ride to Hogwarts, not interested in anyone around him. As they got to Hogwarts, he awoke and left the train.
The lit up castle looked splendid against the dark back drop of the midnight black sky, with the stars and planets winking down on them. They crossed over the entrance to the great hall after getting an introduction, and all the first years filed up awaiting the Sorting Ceremony.
Slowly, students got sorted. Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and so on and so forth. Varick had gotten nervous. And as the Sorting Hat called his name, he lifted his head, stepped forward with an air of arrogant pride and sat upon the stool. The warm fabric of the worn, talking hat touched his head and he held himself proudly still.
This was one thing he'd not make a fool of himself during, not that he ever made a fool of himself. It spoke to him in hushed tones, as if trying to seduce him, but still with an air of contemplation. Varick paid no mind to the words it was saying. And without too much time passing, the hat finally made its decision.
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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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