Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 0:39:36 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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William Noah O'Neill
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
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LIKES:
- Power and Influence. William always needs to feel important, and to be putting things into motion, giving out orders, though he never wants to be the true boss or ring leader. He's content with being second banana, as long as he can leave his mark on a grand scheme.
- Music. His Irish roots make highland music and dance run in his veins, and opened the door to embracing many other genres.
- The Drink. Another, less flattering aspect of his Irish roots. Don't leave a full bottle of fire whiskey or Mead near him unattended.
- Thestrals. Taming and riding wild Thestrals is a point of pride for this Irish boy from the highlands. The fact that not many people can see them, and fewer still dare approach them, makes riding them freely at breakneck speed the ultimate thrill.
- Charms and DADA. Good at spellwork, William loved the classes where he could learn and practice them most.
- A controlled dose of Chaos and disorder. Things blowing up, burning down, defiance. Shocking people out of their comfort zone is sometimes necessary.
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DISLIKES:
- Books. William always found books dull and static. A clever boy, but with not much visual imagination to paint a mental picture with just words. He needed photos, music, or to be in the moment to connect with anything being described. History of Magic was always his worst subject
- Potions. Recipes, instructions and measurements are not his strong suit (he was never allowed in the kitchen, either), and there's more cauldrons without bottoms in the rubbish heap accredited to Billy than he cares to mention.
- The sea. Too many near deaths and a few lost friends. Also, screw sea serpents.
- Muggles and the rich elite. Elaborated in his back story, Billy always had contempt for the muggles that, he felt, took too much for granted, consumed and destroyed more than they produced, and fear and persecute the "different" and "unusual." For the elite, it's their reluctance to use their money and influence for the greater good.
- France. He loved his time Beauxbatons, but disliked the French culture and environment. A little too stuffy and high browed for his liking.
STRENGNTHS:
- Spell casting/duelling skills. Billy was infamous for quick spell work and using darker, more sinister hexes and spells as the rules allowed, making the attacks have psychological value as well.
- Charisma and influence. Power and influence was easily achieved by his charismatic flair and ablilty to do so.
- Vocals. His love for music also stemmed from being able to create it himself, through his favourite instrument; voice.
WEAKNESS:
- Temper. Though good at getting his way, he doesn't always, and blows up, then seethes and dwells on it for ages
- Unforgiving. Paired with a quick temper and sense of disappointment when things go off track, he has a hard time letting go and forgiving events, others, and sometimes, himself.
- Occlumency. Letting his emotions rule him, especially anger, and inability to let go quickly, makes focusing and closing his mind extremely difficult. For this reason, he often avoids eye contact with unfamiliar people, to avoid being read like an open book.
GOALS:
- Billy's other dream is to join the Weird Sisters, having been a fan for years. What better way to combine his two great loves, music and influence, than joining the most famous and influential music group in Europe?
- Mastering Occlumency, therefore his emotions, is an ultimate priority. That accomplished, he would truly be the perfect instrument of change.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Pretty much covered in likes, dislikes etc above, but to summarize, William is a wild, free spirit that loves to be in the midst of great things, and pushing change. His pride in how he good he is at it makes him take it that much harder when things don't work out, flaring up and being sullen in an instant. He is never loud or instantly noticeable, however. A brooding, subtle aura is what he falls into easily. He lives for challenges and dares, and never misses an opportunity to cause a little disorder if things get a little too rigid and comfortable.He only respects authority when it is deserved, and doesn't hesitate to challenge it when it is not. The friends and girlfriends that are immune to his manipulation and put up with his firecracker temper, he is completely loyal to, however, holds them dear, and it gnaws at his insides if relationships end on bad terms, though pride wouldn't allow him to apologize first. He is happiest and most at peace when immersed in music, or sneaking out to ride thestrals in the wild and would remain in that state forever if he could.
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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HAIR DESCRIPTION: Brown hair, cropped short
EYE DESCRIPTION: Piercing green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5' 10'' 155 lbs
BODY TYPE: Medium build
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OVERALL DESCRIPTION: William is vaguely conscious of the fact that he's attractive in his own right, but never learned or possibly cared to learn to make his looks be his defining characteristic. At best, the most "physical" things he feels are vital to his charisma is a dashing smile, and a calm, engaging tone of voice. He stands at 5'10'', with dark green eyes, brown hair cropped short, and, though he sports a small goatee once in a while, for the most part his face is smoothly done and well kept. His medium built and moderately toned body is credited to mostly being active outdoors as much as possible, rather than a thing for workouts and scheduled exercise.
Dark boot cut jeans, boots, and a t-shirt with some music group, quidditch team, or sarcastic remark on across the chest is his usual dress. It's not strange to see William in a different cap or hat every other day, as well; his one fashion obsession.
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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William was born to two young lovers in Donegal, Ireland. Kieran O'Neill was a rugged, dashing young Irish wizard, who fell in love with his summer sweetheart, a muggle, Ellie Kingsclere of England. Her family was very wealthy, and would vacation very near Kieran's prowling grounds. They met just as Kieran began to show signs of wizardry and was to be sent off to Hogwarts that September. Every summer after, the two would meet up, and Kieran would dazzle young Ellie with his stories of the wizarding school, and secretly bring back the most bizarre and wondrous gifts for his best friend. Their relationship aged and grew as they did, and became love before long. Their perfect summers soon came to an end when Ellie's parents discovered the true nature of their daughter's Irish interest, and brought the summer trips to an end immediately. Terrified of "those unnatural people" they tried to instill the same terror and aversion in their daughter, though they never saw the nightly visits of an owl bearing a single letter to her window, and leaving with another. This carried on until Kieran graduated from Hogwarts, and was able to move to England to be near his love, getting a "normal" job, and start building an image of the perfect muggle man to impress his future in laws. Their secret nights together, however, eventually brought William into the world, and earned the rage and threat of disinheritance from Ellie's parents. After a bitter struggle, Ellie caved to her parents wishes, and turned her back on her lover and son. Kieran returned to Donegal with full arms and an empty heart to start a life with his son, a constant reminder of his loss and shame.
Despite this, William had as a happy a childhood as could be hoped for, only vaguely aware of what pain it caused his father to look at him, when Kieran dived too deeply into the fire whiskey bottle.
At 11, Billy showed signs of wizardry like his Pa. He had seen his best friend drown, sneaking off one day to swim in a notoriously rough corner of the beach. His grief was so great at the funeral he caused several chairs in front of him to crack and collapse as he caught sight of the coffin being brought down the aisle. He then began to notice the horse like creatures roaming the highlands near his house, that he'd later learn were thestrals, and the object of his favourite hobby from summers on wards.
Unlike his Pa, Billy was sent off to Beauxbatons in France. This was, in part, a last gesture of kindness from his non existent mother, thought he didn't know it. Her parents preachings had gotten through to the now adult and wealthy Ellie, and denial had tidied up any remorse of forsaking her lover, though not quite the memory of her first born son. This she tried to stamp out with sponsoring his education secretly, an offer Kieran accepted without a word.
Billy's early teenage years were awkward as he tried to adapt to the tragedy of losing a friend, becoming a wizard, and being worlds away from his home in a foreign country. He didn't adapt quickly, but managed to gain a few friends who eased the transition, despite his sullen mood. This is when he got the nickname "Augurey," partly for it being called the "Irish Phoenix" at times, but more for the fact that Billy did look skinny and melancholy like the bird, and began to show a liking for singing, though only somber melodies. Another reference was his tendency to crush on petite, energetic, "fairy like" girls in his year; fairies being a favourite prey item of the bird, as well. He would never utter a word to them, however, and would become a nervous mess if confronted with the opportunity to do so (mostly thanks to friends eager to see him become that nervous mess).
Billy slowly gained confidence as he adapted to a new life, and began to excel in Charms and DADA, and got involved with a student band. These comfort zones helped him break out and begin developing charisma and a knack for getting his own way, even if subtly so. His new found boldness and desire for "more," brought him to clash with structure and indisputable authority, which he challenged when he saw it undeserved, and began causing mishaps were he could without being caught, delighting in seeing everyone, especially faculty, lose their heads when they were not perfectly in control. Here, too, he noticed for the first time, the prejudice and piousness of the elite and privileged, and recoiled at it immediately.
Around this time, the story of his mother came out at last, on a summer evening at home with his less than sober father. Unable to believe his mother would not want to be a part of the family now that she was her own woman, and her son was grown resulted in many failed and attempts to contact her, and one particularly painful encounter, with the door being shut in his face. From there, his interest swung to Muggle Studies for a time, hoping to see reason in his mother's fear and betrayal. The result was a growing contempt for muggles; the way they took too much for granted, and consumed and destroyed more than they produced; shocked at how vicious they can be to their own kind, let alone to others who are "different," and then resentment of the fact that the wizarding world hid itself, and did so much to make muggles content and oblivious. This caused true conflict for the first time with his beloved Pa, who still loved Ellie, and refused to condemn her for her betrayal. For the first time, William viewed his father as weak and foolish, pandering to privileged prejudice, fearful, muggles, the perfect mix of people he now despised.
Nevertheless, Billy continued to excel at Beauxbatons, never quite being caught for the chaos he caused, or fully exasperating the faculty to warrant expulsion, though they were glad to see the back of him at the end of 7 years. By this time, he had already heard enough about the Death Eaters movement in England, and seeing what they could accomplish, to know that was where he should be. He had already, in true death eater fashion, suppressed any mention of his muggle heritage, though never declaring pure blood unless the situation called for it.
He made for London at 18, and, by 19, had tracked down DE contacts, and managed to charm his way into the inductees rank of the group. His love of chaos and his charisma were part of his appeal, making him valuable for more subtle methods of terrorism and advancing the principles.
Billy's true motives are, of course, to be where the power is, to shake the foundations of order and stagnant, old fashioned rules, and to break the barrier between muggles and wizards, and teach muggles their place. Now poised to do what he sees as great things, Billy still has fears of his new position. His dilemma is not truly being pure blood, not entirely supportive of blood purity or totalitarian rule, and his aversion to killing others. So far, he has managed to evade situations that would call his true nature and beliefs into question, and ignores the more extremist views of his new "family," while trying to juggle a normal life as well. He now pursues a place in the Weird Sisters, with his eye on the lead singer position.
At 19, he has much to learn, and many things to regret one day. For the moment, he's young, bold, and out to change the world.
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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Gabriel sat contently reading his newly bought graphic novel, Dante's Inferno. One of his older students had raved about it to him, after hearing him mention the historic Dante, and swore "a cool proff" like him, would appreciate the graphic rendition of the famous story. He only agreed to read it, if his student would read the original, and so here he sat, keeping his part of the bargain, and probably enjoying it much more than his wager associate.
He breathed in deeply as he soaked in the impressive drawings and plot deviations, also soaking in the slew of scents the mall held. The artificial air coming from the monstrous AC units, the scents of perfumes, colognes, clothes, tea, coffee, freshly baked pastries, and the scent of a newly bought book, all blended into a strangely pleasant aroma.
His silent engrossment was broken now and again by a chuckle, caused by his thoughts going back to the antics of his "wonderful" pupils. One such recollection was made during Music lessons. He had put on a song sample from a superb Welsh Bass Tenor, more for the students to hear the instrumentation, than the voice, and heard one of the students who was a fan, mutter to another "Damn, I don't how how Welsh folks do it, but they have great resonance." The other student, a female, gave a sly chuckle, and replied softly "deep throaters." Gabriel heard very clearly and tried his darnedest to shoot a disapproving look her way, making her blush and suddenly become very interested in the radio playing the tape. He then glanced at the first student, who seemed to fighting a loosing battle at stifling his laughter. At this point Gabriel had to face the window till he could get his smirk under control.
The present Gabriel smirked freely and shook his head. It was a good job the girl was one of his most aspiring pianists, and her extremely rude sense of humour was the regrettable catch to an otherwise brilliant pupil. "Ay, these kids," he muttered softly; part fondness, part exasperation.
As if on cue, yet another seemingly mischievous youth came into his view, his presence announced by a rapid shuffling and the mild scraping of a chair as he sat down at a table a few feet away from Gabriel. He observed the boy for several minutes, noticing all the airs of someone guilty or on edge about him. His eyes raised beyond, darting about, trying to spot any sign of alert adults; parents or otherwise. He sighted a few far off that fit the description, and nodded, as if in understanding. Leaning forward, he addressed the youth in a moderate tone, grinning to see him fly through the magazine pages "Looking for something specific or is the magazine just that crappy?"
He breathed in deeply as he soaked in the impressive drawings and plot deviations, also soaking in the slew of scents the mall held. The artificial air coming from the monstrous AC units, the scents of perfumes, colognes, clothes, tea, coffee, freshly baked pastries, and the scent of a newly bought book, all blended into a strangely pleasant aroma.
His silent engrossment was broken now and again by a chuckle, caused by his thoughts going back to the antics of his "wonderful" pupils. One such recollection was made during Music lessons. He had put on a song sample from a superb Welsh Bass Tenor, more for the students to hear the instrumentation, than the voice, and heard one of the students who was a fan, mutter to another "Damn, I don't how how Welsh folks do it, but they have great resonance." The other student, a female, gave a sly chuckle, and replied softly "deep throaters." Gabriel heard very clearly and tried his darnedest to shoot a disapproving look her way, making her blush and suddenly become very interested in the radio playing the tape. He then glanced at the first student, who seemed to fighting a loosing battle at stifling his laughter. At this point Gabriel had to face the window till he could get his smirk under control.
The present Gabriel smirked freely and shook his head. It was a good job the girl was one of his most aspiring pianists, and her extremely rude sense of humour was the regrettable catch to an otherwise brilliant pupil. "Ay, these kids," he muttered softly; part fondness, part exasperation.
As if on cue, yet another seemingly mischievous youth came into his view, his presence announced by a rapid shuffling and the mild scraping of a chair as he sat down at a table a few feet away from Gabriel. He observed the boy for several minutes, noticing all the airs of someone guilty or on edge about him. His eyes raised beyond, darting about, trying to spot any sign of alert adults; parents or otherwise. He sighted a few far off that fit the description, and nodded, as if in understanding. Leaning forward, he addressed the youth in a moderate tone, grinning to see him fly through the magazine pages "Looking for something specific or is the magazine just that crappy?"
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