Post by Alexander Muritorè on Nov 30, 2009 16:17:32 GMT 1
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the factfile[/font]
29th November. Seventh year.
Birthplace:
Liverpool, England.
Height:
6 ft.
Build:
Lithe, skinny with only a slight hint of muscle mass.
Ethnicity and Nationality:
Caucasian. Third generation British-Italian, speaks about as much Italian as he sees in movies and cartoons.
Wand:
Aspen with Phoenix Feather; 12 inches.
Light, sharp and rather swift. This wand is extremely good for charms and for spoken magic in general. Can be used mainly for altering non-material essence of things. May indicate owner’s high abilities in those kind of arts that deal with using words: eg. Writer talent. Can be used for active magic combat but not for a long time for it lacks endurance. Use in dark practices is also possible but not advised.
Patronus:
Spider Monkey; forever climbing something, social, calm, vicious when provoked, shy at times, hectic, talkative. Traits it has in common with Alex.
Boggart:
A dragon, Smaug from ‘The Hobbit’ to be exact, the tales of them eating maidens and dwarves and hobbits and ponies and elves and people and river folk and everything frightened the boy as a small child.
Dementor: The tumbling, eerie sound of being tossed about and held under rough seas from a childhood trauma of being swept off his mother’s at-the-time boyfriend's surfboard at the beach one day in rough seas.
Amortentia:
Soap, leather, rose and rain on a warm day.
Nicknames:
Alex, Lexy, Xander.
Clothing Style:
Typical teenage wear, plain dark jeans on the slightly baggy side, hoodies, plain or surf-brand t-shirts and skate shoes are what Alex wears when not in Hogwarts uniform. Nothing too exciting or flashy, clothes that are comfortable and won’t get him ridiculed for being either outrageously in or out of fashion. Isn’t the richest kid around so his clothes tend to be worn, shabby and second hand looking most of the time.
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Mother: Claudia Minerva Muritorè, 36, Supermarket manager & shop worker.
Father: Unknown, age unkown, wizard?
Siblings:
Half-Sister: Bianca Rosa Muritorè, 13, Muggle School student.
Relatives:
Grandmother (maternal): Bella Caterina Muritorè, 66, teacher – retired.
Grandfather (maternal): Frederico Muritorè, 66, accountant – retired.
Other Important Figures:
N/A
Pets:
A male snowy owl that goes by the name Altair, named for Alex’s favourite video game character at the time he got the owl. Has regretted the choice of name over the years especially when people of the magical sort ask him to explain where it came from. Most of the time he’s left explaining what a video game is instead of the actual name. The name itself means ‘the flying one’ so it suits rather well really.
Pensieve:
Alex’s situation was not the best one to be born into. His mother was young and foolish as well as reckless in all areas of her life. That recklessness led to an unplanned and unwanted-at-first pregnancy to a man the woman didn’t even know the name of. Nine months later the pregnancy turned into Alex. At first his mother thought she could raise a child on her own but with her being unable to hold a steady job and the consequences that brought, the small family soon moved in with Claudia’s parents. And so that is how Alex came to be living with his grandparents.
Raised in Liverpool where he was born, Alex grew up comfortable with the fact he didn’t know his father. He was also comfortable in the fact that he was an only child, at least that was until he was around four. His mother had gotten herself back into habits of brief flings with different men and as a result Bianca was born. The boy absolutely relished the fact that he had a younger sibling to torture and torture he did. Like any brother, he made growing up difficult for poor Bianca but it wasn’t so bad that the pair hated each other. Through the sibling torture the two were still close, as close as siblings four years apart could be.
At the age of eleven the boy got the biggest shock of his life in the form of a letter to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. At first Alex and his entire family were sure it was a joke, a cruel one at that; playing on the imagination and fantasies of an eleven year old boy but no, it was all real. Alex believed it wholeheartedly and convinced his grandmother to take him to London to Diagon Alley like the letter said and low and behold everything the emerald green ink had proclaimed was proved to be true. No one could believe it when Alex and his grandmother returned home to Liverpool with a car load of odd magical things, textbooks, a wand and an owl the small boy had excitedly named after his favourite video game character.
At Hogwarts tales of how students found out about their magical side was all Alex heard for the first few months and they only served to confuse him. He had assumed he was a muggleborn as soon as he’d arrived but no representative from the ministry had come to explain magic to him, instead he had received the letter just like the half and pure-bloods. As young as he was, the boy dismissed it for a mistake on the Ministry’s behalf and continued to tell people he was muggleborn. But as he grew older he began to suspect that maybe he was a half-blood after all. He questioned his mother about his father but she had no clue.
The suspicion that his father, whoever he may be, was a wizard and that he was a mystery to his own son often played on the boy’s mind. It inhibited his school work and caused mood swings at people whenever they mentioned their own fathers. Grades and friendships suffering Alex began to climb things to escape his worries and responsibilities. At one point in his Third year he was found to have scaled one of the taller bookshelves in the library to escape potions class. From then on he became notorious for climbing anything and everything, and then getting stuck at the top in need of rescue.
All the worries and stresses of a teenage boy as well as the added worries of his mysterious bloodlines weren’t helped at all by the fact Alex copped a lot of flak from his peers. Why did he cop it? Because he’d played the violin since a young age and the other students liked to pick on him about it. They would also take the violin itself away and hide it from the boy for fun. Yet another reason he became a good climber, the instrument was often hidden in high, out of the way places along with his wand and other belongings.
With average grades and no clue as to what he wants to be, Alex is now coasting along in his final year at Hogwarts.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
Video games, owls, his grandmother’s spaghetti bolognaise, the colour yellow, the violin – yeah it can be a manly instrument, or so he insists – girls, football, cricket, writing, creating and telling stories, violin, climbing things, Astronomy, orange-flavoured lollipops, building things out of things – mash potato is a favourite.
Dislikes:
Surprises, rodents, spinach, the colour green, swimming anywhere he can’t see the bottom, being teased, mysteries, unanswered questions, being ignored when he needs help, summer – it’s too hot – arts and crafts, Transfiguration, toads, milk on cereal, loud rock music, travelling, being away from places he knows for too long.
Quirks and Habits:
Curls and uncurls his fingers when idle, scuffs the ground with the front of his foot when nervous, stares off at nothing when bored, writes short random stories with illustrations to match when in class, climbs anything and everything, especially trees –loves to climb.
Mirror of Erised:
To know who his father is.
In Depth Personality:
Alex’s personality is one who seems to be different people in the same body. One is that of a chatty and confident teenage boy. Pretty normal, nothing overly spectacular. This side of him means he fits in reasonably well with the other boys of his, though they do like to point out his clothes are a little different and that he plays the violin sometimes which makes him angry. Another side of him is quite dark and moody. The onset of this side can be quite sudden and when it sets in he can be quite rude and nasty to those around him. It might have something to do with the fact someone will start talking about their father figure and Alex gets jealous, irrationally so.
His mood also darkens around any kind of holiday family are important, especially Father’s Day. More often than not in the times leading up to the holidays he has a tendency to lash out at the people who are his friends and can also be found up a tree on the school grounds brooding and looking like he’s plotting the death of someone. It’s either that or he’s looking for his violin. Being teased for playing a ‘girly’ instrument can also bring out moody and standoffish Alex. When in these moods he is lazy and uncooperative, preferring to do his own thing than to complete assignments or go to class.
In amongst the raging hormones, moodiness and teenage boy-ness, Alex is a good kid at heart. He can be patient, level-headed and compassionate when the need arises. He’s good at dealing with people when they’re emotionally down, with a few well chosen kind words he can generally make people feel a lot better. He’s good at entertaining the younger students with outrageous stories of his own making. All the years of lying about where his dad is and what he does has made the boy an excellent storyteller.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Caity.
Experience:
Nearing two years.
Time Zone:
Australian, the middle one.
How Did You Find Us?:
In amongst my Lego blocks.
Play By:
Devon Bostick
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Alexander Ezio Muritorè
17 , male, heterosexual, half-blood(?), student.
17 , male, heterosexual, half-blood(?), student.
the factfile[/font]
29th November. Seventh year.
Birthplace:
Liverpool, England.
Height:
6 ft.
Build:
Lithe, skinny with only a slight hint of muscle mass.
Ethnicity and Nationality:
Caucasian. Third generation British-Italian, speaks about as much Italian as he sees in movies and cartoons.
Wand:
Aspen with Phoenix Feather; 12 inches.
Light, sharp and rather swift. This wand is extremely good for charms and for spoken magic in general. Can be used mainly for altering non-material essence of things. May indicate owner’s high abilities in those kind of arts that deal with using words: eg. Writer talent. Can be used for active magic combat but not for a long time for it lacks endurance. Use in dark practices is also possible but not advised.
Patronus:
Spider Monkey; forever climbing something, social, calm, vicious when provoked, shy at times, hectic, talkative. Traits it has in common with Alex.
Boggart:
A dragon, Smaug from ‘The Hobbit’ to be exact, the tales of them eating maidens and dwarves and hobbits and ponies and elves and people and river folk and everything frightened the boy as a small child.
Dementor: The tumbling, eerie sound of being tossed about and held under rough seas from a childhood trauma of being swept off his mother’s at-the-time boyfriend's surfboard at the beach one day in rough seas.
Amortentia:
Soap, leather, rose and rain on a warm day.
Nicknames:
Alex, Lexy, Xander.
Clothing Style:
Typical teenage wear, plain dark jeans on the slightly baggy side, hoodies, plain or surf-brand t-shirts and skate shoes are what Alex wears when not in Hogwarts uniform. Nothing too exciting or flashy, clothes that are comfortable and won’t get him ridiculed for being either outrageously in or out of fashion. Isn’t the richest kid around so his clothes tend to be worn, shabby and second hand looking most of the time.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Mother: Claudia Minerva Muritorè, 36, Supermarket manager & shop worker.
Father: Unknown, age unkown, wizard?
Siblings:
Half-Sister: Bianca Rosa Muritorè, 13, Muggle School student.
Relatives:
Grandmother (maternal): Bella Caterina Muritorè, 66, teacher – retired.
Grandfather (maternal): Frederico Muritorè, 66, accountant – retired.
Other Important Figures:
N/A
Pets:
A male snowy owl that goes by the name Altair, named for Alex’s favourite video game character at the time he got the owl. Has regretted the choice of name over the years especially when people of the magical sort ask him to explain where it came from. Most of the time he’s left explaining what a video game is instead of the actual name. The name itself means ‘the flying one’ so it suits rather well really.
Pensieve:
Alex’s situation was not the best one to be born into. His mother was young and foolish as well as reckless in all areas of her life. That recklessness led to an unplanned and unwanted-at-first pregnancy to a man the woman didn’t even know the name of. Nine months later the pregnancy turned into Alex. At first his mother thought she could raise a child on her own but with her being unable to hold a steady job and the consequences that brought, the small family soon moved in with Claudia’s parents. And so that is how Alex came to be living with his grandparents.
Raised in Liverpool where he was born, Alex grew up comfortable with the fact he didn’t know his father. He was also comfortable in the fact that he was an only child, at least that was until he was around four. His mother had gotten herself back into habits of brief flings with different men and as a result Bianca was born. The boy absolutely relished the fact that he had a younger sibling to torture and torture he did. Like any brother, he made growing up difficult for poor Bianca but it wasn’t so bad that the pair hated each other. Through the sibling torture the two were still close, as close as siblings four years apart could be.
At the age of eleven the boy got the biggest shock of his life in the form of a letter to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. At first Alex and his entire family were sure it was a joke, a cruel one at that; playing on the imagination and fantasies of an eleven year old boy but no, it was all real. Alex believed it wholeheartedly and convinced his grandmother to take him to London to Diagon Alley like the letter said and low and behold everything the emerald green ink had proclaimed was proved to be true. No one could believe it when Alex and his grandmother returned home to Liverpool with a car load of odd magical things, textbooks, a wand and an owl the small boy had excitedly named after his favourite video game character.
At Hogwarts tales of how students found out about their magical side was all Alex heard for the first few months and they only served to confuse him. He had assumed he was a muggleborn as soon as he’d arrived but no representative from the ministry had come to explain magic to him, instead he had received the letter just like the half and pure-bloods. As young as he was, the boy dismissed it for a mistake on the Ministry’s behalf and continued to tell people he was muggleborn. But as he grew older he began to suspect that maybe he was a half-blood after all. He questioned his mother about his father but she had no clue.
The suspicion that his father, whoever he may be, was a wizard and that he was a mystery to his own son often played on the boy’s mind. It inhibited his school work and caused mood swings at people whenever they mentioned their own fathers. Grades and friendships suffering Alex began to climb things to escape his worries and responsibilities. At one point in his Third year he was found to have scaled one of the taller bookshelves in the library to escape potions class. From then on he became notorious for climbing anything and everything, and then getting stuck at the top in need of rescue.
All the worries and stresses of a teenage boy as well as the added worries of his mysterious bloodlines weren’t helped at all by the fact Alex copped a lot of flak from his peers. Why did he cop it? Because he’d played the violin since a young age and the other students liked to pick on him about it. They would also take the violin itself away and hide it from the boy for fun. Yet another reason he became a good climber, the instrument was often hidden in high, out of the way places along with his wand and other belongings.
With average grades and no clue as to what he wants to be, Alex is now coasting along in his final year at Hogwarts.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
Video games, owls, his grandmother’s spaghetti bolognaise, the colour yellow, the violin – yeah it can be a manly instrument, or so he insists – girls, football, cricket, writing, creating and telling stories, violin, climbing things, Astronomy, orange-flavoured lollipops, building things out of things – mash potato is a favourite.
Dislikes:
Surprises, rodents, spinach, the colour green, swimming anywhere he can’t see the bottom, being teased, mysteries, unanswered questions, being ignored when he needs help, summer – it’s too hot – arts and crafts, Transfiguration, toads, milk on cereal, loud rock music, travelling, being away from places he knows for too long.
Quirks and Habits:
Curls and uncurls his fingers when idle, scuffs the ground with the front of his foot when nervous, stares off at nothing when bored, writes short random stories with illustrations to match when in class, climbs anything and everything, especially trees –loves to climb.
Mirror of Erised:
To know who his father is.
In Depth Personality:
Alex’s personality is one who seems to be different people in the same body. One is that of a chatty and confident teenage boy. Pretty normal, nothing overly spectacular. This side of him means he fits in reasonably well with the other boys of his, though they do like to point out his clothes are a little different and that he plays the violin sometimes which makes him angry. Another side of him is quite dark and moody. The onset of this side can be quite sudden and when it sets in he can be quite rude and nasty to those around him. It might have something to do with the fact someone will start talking about their father figure and Alex gets jealous, irrationally so.
His mood also darkens around any kind of holiday family are important, especially Father’s Day. More often than not in the times leading up to the holidays he has a tendency to lash out at the people who are his friends and can also be found up a tree on the school grounds brooding and looking like he’s plotting the death of someone. It’s either that or he’s looking for his violin. Being teased for playing a ‘girly’ instrument can also bring out moody and standoffish Alex. When in these moods he is lazy and uncooperative, preferring to do his own thing than to complete assignments or go to class.
In amongst the raging hormones, moodiness and teenage boy-ness, Alex is a good kid at heart. He can be patient, level-headed and compassionate when the need arises. He’s good at dealing with people when they’re emotionally down, with a few well chosen kind words he can generally make people feel a lot better. He’s good at entertaining the younger students with outrageous stories of his own making. All the years of lying about where his dad is and what he does has made the boy an excellent storyteller.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Caity.
Experience:
Nearing two years.
Time Zone:
Australian, the middle one.
How Did You Find Us?:
In amongst my Lego blocks.
Play By:
Devon Bostick
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The view was spectacular, or what could be seen of it over the rest of the trees of the forest. Sitting atop one was Alexander Muritorè, musing about the world and his misgivings. There was a dark look on the boy’s face, mostly because he knew he’d have to call for help sooner or later. How was it that he was skilled at climbing up things but not down them again? Ah, no matter; the teachers didn’t mind rescuing the boy because it meant they could lecture and give a detention to him as soon as his feet were firmly on the ground again.
Alex sighed, resting his head up against the trunk of the tree. He’d climbed this tree to escape his fellow students and their tales about what their fathers had done for them or with them during the Christmas break. It wasn’t fair, why did they get to know their dads and he didn’t? He had so many questions to ask the man; the main one being whether he was a wizard or not. A question mark had always hung over Alex’s blood status. He knew his mother was as muggle as a muggle could be but his father was a different story.
Unlike the muggleborns, the boy had not received a visit from a ministry official, just a letter. This thought made Alex’s face darken slightly. This mystery was driving him mad and he hated mysteries of any kind. He always wanted to know the answers to problems as quick as possible. To be left in the dark for any period of time made the boy increasingly frustrated and the problem of who was his father was doing just that. In anger Alex snapped off a nearby branch and threw it as hard as he could, nearly falling off his perch in the process.
The branch landed a little way off from the boy’s tree with a resonate thud making Alex smirk in satisfaction. Just for fun he threw another one, trying to see how far he could throw it. Again he listened for the thud but instead this time heard a curse. Now he wasn’t the smartest boy around but even he knew that sticks, when thrown, did not swear. He’d hit someone and the mental image that went along with that knowledge made the boy giggle. Soon the giggles turned into raucous laughter. By the time he’d finished laughing his sides ached and there was someone standing at the base of his tree holding a familiar looking branch.
”Professor.” Alex smirked.
Alex sighed, resting his head up against the trunk of the tree. He’d climbed this tree to escape his fellow students and their tales about what their fathers had done for them or with them during the Christmas break. It wasn’t fair, why did they get to know their dads and he didn’t? He had so many questions to ask the man; the main one being whether he was a wizard or not. A question mark had always hung over Alex’s blood status. He knew his mother was as muggle as a muggle could be but his father was a different story.
Unlike the muggleborns, the boy had not received a visit from a ministry official, just a letter. This thought made Alex’s face darken slightly. This mystery was driving him mad and he hated mysteries of any kind. He always wanted to know the answers to problems as quick as possible. To be left in the dark for any period of time made the boy increasingly frustrated and the problem of who was his father was doing just that. In anger Alex snapped off a nearby branch and threw it as hard as he could, nearly falling off his perch in the process.
The branch landed a little way off from the boy’s tree with a resonate thud making Alex smirk in satisfaction. Just for fun he threw another one, trying to see how far he could throw it. Again he listened for the thud but instead this time heard a curse. Now he wasn’t the smartest boy around but even he knew that sticks, when thrown, did not swear. He’d hit someone and the mental image that went along with that knowledge made the boy giggle. Soon the giggles turned into raucous laughter. By the time he’d finished laughing his sides ached and there was someone standing at the base of his tree holding a familiar looking branch.
”Professor.” Alex smirked.
