Post by marques on Oct 14, 2010 14:38:30 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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MARQUES ALEXANDER COLE[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: mark
AGE: twenty-five
D.O.B.: september fifth
ALLEGIANCE: neutral
PROFESSION: part of the invisibility task force - ministry official
WAND TYPE: ash wood, ashwinder ash core, thirteen inches exactly. casts the best protection charms.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: hazel
HEIGHT: six feet three inches
WEIGHT: one hundred and fifty-seven pounds
BODY TYPE: gracile
VOICE: marques has a deep voice, it's tone is not harsh or unnerving, but more relaxing and velvet-like.
PERSONAL STYLE: when marques isn't dressed in robes and vests, and button downs, he can be found adorning jeans, nice shoes, and a regular t-shirt. he isn't too fancy, but he's not a total sleaze either. he's got a nice medium going on, and he does put a little effort into his daily appearance.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: marques is a well rounded man, he's got strong and prominent facial features. for example, he has high cheek bones, a strong nose, and a set jaw line. he's also well proportioned: i.e. his arms and legs aren't too long for his torso. he's a pretty average looking guy, though when he tries he can be a real stud.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: spending a lot of money, failing at his career, the idea of being fired, never achieving any of his goals, easy women, the feeling of running in place, the same boring mundane routines, house fires, oily food, his family, being a muggleborn, feeling out of the loop, being treated differently because of his blood status.
GOALS: work his way up through the chain of command, become the minister of magic - eventually [high hopes, no?], start a family soon, have children.
BOGGART: death, plain and simple.
PATRONUS: the day he learned that he was a wizard.
DEMENTOR: the day he was renounced by his family.
AMORENTIA: winterfresh, the ocean, freesia, and chocolate.
BASIC PERSONALITY: understanding, sympathetic, persistent, firm, quick-tempered, hospitable, chivalrous, courageous, sly, cunning.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: suzanne
BROTHER(S): not available
SISTER(S): not available
OTHER: i haven't spoken to a member of my family since i turned eighteen.
BLOOD STATUS: muggleborn [mudblood]
HOMETOWN: oxford, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london
BIOGRAPHY: marques alexander cole was born to adrian and suzanne cole on september fifth. he was the first and only child born to the couple. his parents both work in a field that help people. he was eight pounds five ounces when he was born.
as a child he behaved as any newborn would have been expected to behave. he fussed, he cried, he ate, he slept, he was a baby, and he did what all babies did. that was really all there was. there was nothing particularly special about him at such a young age. he was just a normal kid living a normal life. end of.
when he was six he began to do strange things, things that couldn't be explained off hand. it was just too weird or coincidental. this was the beginning of the end, so to speak. this was the time that he began to show his magical ability and the fact that he was in fact a wizard and not some average joe.
at eleven he received a letter, via owl, informing him that he was a wizard and that he'd been accepted into a wizarding school. his parents, who didn't understand, were frightened, so to speak. this was also the time that marques learned he was gryffindor material.
as the years progressed it seemed as though his parents were making a general effort to accept their son as he was. a magical being. it wasn't like it made him any less human, because it didn't. just made him 'special' so to say. however, after graduation and the fact that he was applying for a job in the wizarding community, dealing with magical beings and magical stuff, his parents just could not handle it. they just saw him as a freak as opposed to a wonderful, brilliant man.
at the age of eighteen he moved to london, never speaking to his parents again. although it was hard at first things got easier. he gained a position at the ministry as a member of the invisibility task force. he loves his job and although his life has not been up to par he is happy with where he's at and who he is.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: seven years
HOW YOU FOUND US: ad hopping <3
OTHER CHARACTERS: celeste helard, saphira finnigan, lucy weasley
RP SAMPLE:
a weathered man sat on the edge of his mattress, his back hunched, and his head bowed, hidden in the shadow as he thought. he was freshly showered and clothed and for once he did not look like a piece of trash. his face was shaven, his eyes were not puffy or red, nor were there bruises beneath his eyes, he seemed to be in ideal condition, but really, he was a mess, a wreck and he was contemplating the idea of fixing the situation. it had been four weeks, four long, gruesome, hard weeks and not once had he seen her. not once had he heard her velvet voice, or glimpsed her majestic figure. he had not gotten to hold her in his arms or whisper sweet nothings in her ear. he had not ordered flowers or chocolates or sent her gifts to show his affection. he had not gotten to do the things he'd once enjoyed doing so much, and for the last four weeks he had not gotten to love melrose avery st. james. tobias maxwell prince was the man in question and as this came to light he rose from his bed, an aged man, a wary man. he stretched, hearing the bones in his body pop and feeling the strain on his muscles as he did so. he had been a ghost since the day of his supposed wedding. he had not spoken to his father, and he had not seen his mother. he probably would be dead right now, had it not been for the love and support of his younger sister. it was quite tragic, how she, the youngest of the prince children, had to take care of tobias when it should've been him taking care of her. he had been a mess, and for a majority of the time he had been dedicated to drowning away his sorrow in countless bottles and alcohol, though no matter how much he drank and how much he smoked the memories of melrose would eat away at him. he could not get her out of his mind and when he slept, whether it be for a few short hours, or days at a time, she was really the only thing he dreamed about. tobias had been torturing himself for the last four weeks, always considering the what if's and the could've beens. he had never once stopped to think about moving on, and how could he, when he was so in love with melrose? he could not simply stop loving her because she got scared and ran away. he could not hate her for turning tail and running. he could not blame her. he had known what it had meant, what it had cost, when he asked her for her hand in marriage, but he had been a man in love and he could not fathom the idea of losing her to another man. he had wanted her, for always, he had wanted her and only her and he had decided that giving her his name would accomplish such a thing. he could have spent eternity with her, without calling her his wife, but there was something about the way it sounded, about the way the ring to it went that had him hungering for it. tobias was a fool. to think that he could ever be so complete, so happy in his life. he was an idiot and he was paying the price now. how sorry he was. perhaps he should've waited, he should've given her more time, perhaps, if he had only given her more time, she would've wanted to be called mrs. tobias prince. now, however, she was lost to him. melrose refused to answer and return his phone calls, every time he'd tried to see her, there were road blocks, and by this he meant the overly protective, and overly large brothers that were her's. her parents seemed to hate him and he could not understand why the world seemed to be set on destroying his happiness. even now, he just wanted to see her, to be able to touch her and hold her and tell her that everything would be alright and that he was not angry. because to be honest, he was not. in fact, he blamed himself. he blamed himself for her cold feet and for her running. he had pushed her into this, he had rushed her and he had driven her away. it was his fault entirely and if it were possible he'd kick himself in the ass several times. he had lost the only real thing in his life and it was hard to imagine living. how he had managed to survive this long was a mystery to him, the way he saw it he should've keeled over in the beginning, all those weeks ago. he should've died from alcohol poisoning or been diagnosed with lung cancer, and yet, here he stood, a tired man, tortured and in the middle of an on going battle. he had stopped trying to see her, melrose that is, two weeks prior to this very day. he had stopped looking for her, because it was what she wanted. she did not want him, which had always made more sense to him, and he had finally decided that it was best to give her that little bit of peace. he had quarantined himself to this room, this home that seemed to swallow him whole. but being quarantined to this home that now felt so strange him was not enough, tobias, had he been left to his own devices and the memories of melrose might've taken a turn for the worse, so he had also confined himself to the local bar where no one was surprised to see him, where everyone was on a first name basis with him and where he usually drank alone, drowning out the sorrows of his heart. he had not seen another woman since that day so long ago, when he'd looked forward to seeing melrose in a white gown, beautiful as ever, and mere moments from being his forever. they were all faceless now, blurs, he could not see them as they truly were, and he did not want to see them. they meant little to him, as most things did. the most important thing in his life had walked out on him, as everything important seemed to do, and tobias was just a depressed man looking for nothing in particular to help him. the only fix he could see for this problem was to win melrose back, to have her be his again, to have things go back to the way they were. he would do anything in his power to make this happen and he could not resist the urge anymore. tobias, who had been pacing about his room while thinking, now grabbed his coat and headed through the maze of his home, searching for his keys and wallat. it was high time he found melrose, and it was time she spoke to him. four weeks was long enough, any longer and he would become a crazed man, a desperate man, and things would not turn out well in that case.
it did not take him long to find the few select items he was looking for, after all his home was spotless, undeniably clean, and it was like no one lived there. there was not a thing out of place, not a freckle missing, it was like he had truly been a ghost. he sighed deeply, mechanically, finding that it was time for him to wake up, time for him to get his life back, living this way was not healthy and he needed the one thing that had always gotten him through to be there with him now. and that was exactly what he planned on doing. even if he had to bust her door down and go through her obnoxious brothers, he would do it, if only for her, if only to catch a glimpse of the angel sent to destroy him. tobias found himself frowning, the expression pulling at the corners of his lips, the once playful smirk no longer residing upon his face, his signature look had seemed to dissolve, leaving him with an angry sort of battered look that he wore so well. tobias was done playing the victim, if he wanted melrose back he'd have to go and get her, he couldn't wait around anymore, desperately hoping she'd be there beside him when he awoke, or thinking she'd burst through the door at any given moment. it just wasn't going to happen. he was an idiot for considering the possibility. but he was going to do something about this whole situation. and he was going to do it now. he moved briskly from the living room coffee table to the front door, he gave on last backward glance at his home, searching, as if looking for something he'd forgotten, but alas there was nothing and with that he turned and walked straight out the door. he didn't bother locking it behind him because he was on a mission and perhaps it was a reckless mission at that, perhaps it was a useless one, maybe he would not even make it to her door, but he had to do something. tobias could not longer sit idly by while he wasted his life away, each second he spent away from melrose was another second he missed, the seconds ticked by, faster and faster, until time became a natural blur and it no longer mattered. tobias was in his car and pulling out, he was being cautious, or as cautious as one could be while thoroughly distracted, he may have been driving and his eyes might have been on the road ahead but his mind was off, drifting, thinking of all the different scenarios that could play out. he imagined pulling up, getting out of his car, only to have melrose's brothers come waltzing out the door to meet him halfway, to tell him to get out, to tell him that melrose was not interested in seeing him and that he did not belong here. he also imagined seeing a figure from a second story landing, peeking out from behind the curtains and blinds, and tobias could see himself yelling, trying to push past the barracade of muscle to get to the petite figure hiding behind the window. it did not end well, as most of his imaginings did, he usually thought of himself getting bombarded by the brothers, ending up with a black eye and a bleeding nose and mouth. though he was certain nothing would ever go that far. tobias allowed his mind to continue running through similar circumstances, each one growing more fanciful than the next, neither of them seeming logical or plausible but still, he could not stop the wave after wave of constant torture. it was nearly thirty minutes later when he was pulling up into the seemingly empty driveway. something that did not seem feasible to his battered mind. was this a dream? an ill conceived dream? he hoped not. tobias found himself sitting in the car, engine turned off, hands wound tightly on the wheel, his eyes staring straight ahead. what was he doing? he was here, was he not? melrose was just within the confines of that house, why was he sitting here like a statue? why was it that every fiber of his being wanted to run to that house to beat on the doors and yell for the woman of his dreams to open the door, and yet, he could not find the strength to move. his fingers twitched and he suddenly felt the urge to leave. this could not be right. there had to be someone here. the brothers, a parent, billie, someone. how could it be that the driveway was nearly empty, how was it that he had gotten so lucky? he frowned again, finally releasing the wheel only to rub his tired eyes. this had to be a dream, but regardless, he would go with it. maybe for once this dream would be just that, a dream, not a nightmare where he was left in pain, damned by the near glimpses and yearnings to hold that petite, precious, gorgeous girl that had eluded him for the past four weeks. tobias inhaled deeply and held if for forty-five seconds before releasing the tainted oxygen back into the stale atmosphere. and with that, tobias opened the car door and heaved himself up and out of the vehicle. he shut the door with a light thud and began the trek to the door. he moved slowly, his nerves bunching, his body suddenly feeling anxious. why was it that he was not doing anything he'd swore he'd do given the chance to do this. he had thought he'd be running for the door, banging, calling out like a mad man, and yet, he was reasonably calm, moving slowly and fluidly, perhaps this was a dream indeed. he stopped at the door and raised his fist only to knock three times. the knock was loud and firm, but tobias felt anything but firm. he did not know if he should speak, if he would cause her to worry or graw terrified. tobias could not decide if he should speak, to call out to her, because what if by doing so she refused to answer the door, better yet, what if she was not even there? he didn't know. he knocked three more times, a little louder and this time he could not help but speak. he waited several moments but then the words spilled forth from his lips. "melrose,"
it did not take him long to find the few select items he was looking for, after all his home was spotless, undeniably clean, and it was like no one lived there. there was not a thing out of place, not a freckle missing, it was like he had truly been a ghost. he sighed deeply, mechanically, finding that it was time for him to wake up, time for him to get his life back, living this way was not healthy and he needed the one thing that had always gotten him through to be there with him now. and that was exactly what he planned on doing. even if he had to bust her door down and go through her obnoxious brothers, he would do it, if only for her, if only to catch a glimpse of the angel sent to destroy him. tobias found himself frowning, the expression pulling at the corners of his lips, the once playful smirk no longer residing upon his face, his signature look had seemed to dissolve, leaving him with an angry sort of battered look that he wore so well. tobias was done playing the victim, if he wanted melrose back he'd have to go and get her, he couldn't wait around anymore, desperately hoping she'd be there beside him when he awoke, or thinking she'd burst through the door at any given moment. it just wasn't going to happen. he was an idiot for considering the possibility. but he was going to do something about this whole situation. and he was going to do it now. he moved briskly from the living room coffee table to the front door, he gave on last backward glance at his home, searching, as if looking for something he'd forgotten, but alas there was nothing and with that he turned and walked straight out the door. he didn't bother locking it behind him because he was on a mission and perhaps it was a reckless mission at that, perhaps it was a useless one, maybe he would not even make it to her door, but he had to do something. tobias could not longer sit idly by while he wasted his life away, each second he spent away from melrose was another second he missed, the seconds ticked by, faster and faster, until time became a natural blur and it no longer mattered. tobias was in his car and pulling out, he was being cautious, or as cautious as one could be while thoroughly distracted, he may have been driving and his eyes might have been on the road ahead but his mind was off, drifting, thinking of all the different scenarios that could play out. he imagined pulling up, getting out of his car, only to have melrose's brothers come waltzing out the door to meet him halfway, to tell him to get out, to tell him that melrose was not interested in seeing him and that he did not belong here. he also imagined seeing a figure from a second story landing, peeking out from behind the curtains and blinds, and tobias could see himself yelling, trying to push past the barracade of muscle to get to the petite figure hiding behind the window. it did not end well, as most of his imaginings did, he usually thought of himself getting bombarded by the brothers, ending up with a black eye and a bleeding nose and mouth. though he was certain nothing would ever go that far. tobias allowed his mind to continue running through similar circumstances, each one growing more fanciful than the next, neither of them seeming logical or plausible but still, he could not stop the wave after wave of constant torture. it was nearly thirty minutes later when he was pulling up into the seemingly empty driveway. something that did not seem feasible to his battered mind. was this a dream? an ill conceived dream? he hoped not. tobias found himself sitting in the car, engine turned off, hands wound tightly on the wheel, his eyes staring straight ahead. what was he doing? he was here, was he not? melrose was just within the confines of that house, why was he sitting here like a statue? why was it that every fiber of his being wanted to run to that house to beat on the doors and yell for the woman of his dreams to open the door, and yet, he could not find the strength to move. his fingers twitched and he suddenly felt the urge to leave. this could not be right. there had to be someone here. the brothers, a parent, billie, someone. how could it be that the driveway was nearly empty, how was it that he had gotten so lucky? he frowned again, finally releasing the wheel only to rub his tired eyes. this had to be a dream, but regardless, he would go with it. maybe for once this dream would be just that, a dream, not a nightmare where he was left in pain, damned by the near glimpses and yearnings to hold that petite, precious, gorgeous girl that had eluded him for the past four weeks. tobias inhaled deeply and held if for forty-five seconds before releasing the tainted oxygen back into the stale atmosphere. and with that, tobias opened the car door and heaved himself up and out of the vehicle. he shut the door with a light thud and began the trek to the door. he moved slowly, his nerves bunching, his body suddenly feeling anxious. why was it that he was not doing anything he'd swore he'd do given the chance to do this. he had thought he'd be running for the door, banging, calling out like a mad man, and yet, he was reasonably calm, moving slowly and fluidly, perhaps this was a dream indeed. he stopped at the door and raised his fist only to knock three times. the knock was loud and firm, but tobias felt anything but firm. he did not know if he should speak, if he would cause her to worry or graw terrified. tobias could not decide if he should speak, to call out to her, because what if by doing so she refused to answer the door, better yet, what if she was not even there? he didn't know. he knocked three more times, a little louder and this time he could not help but speak. he waited several moments but then the words spilled forth from his lips. "melrose,"
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
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