Post by Viktor Mercus Lorrein on Dec 11, 2010 20:52:12 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
Name: Viktor Mercus Lorrein
Nickname: Verloren
Age: 17
Birthday: Born in the month of march
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
House: Slytherin
Year: 7th
Wand: Mahogany 12' Dragon heartstring
Other possessions: Murderer
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
Hair: Dark Brown, a bit long (Look at avatar) (
Eyes: Brown
Height/Weight: he is at leas 6.2 ft tall and has a Muscular body.
Clothing Style: Noble
Anything Else: Nope
Play By: David Boreanaz
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Patronus: He can't produce one.
Boggart: A mudblood kissing him
Erised: Blood, bodies everywhere and him in control
Amortentia: He loves no one except himself.
Veritaserum: He raped his mom and aunt and killed them, their bodies are in a basement in his mansion.
Likes: Killing, Maiming and rape.
Dislikes: Mudbloods, weaklings and cowards
Strengths: A good duelist, good with curses, Manipulator specially good with explosive spells
Weaknesses: His insanity, coldness with others, and he has no friends, nor does he search for friends
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
Blood status: PureBlood
Marital status: Single
Family members: Veronika Lorrein (Deceased) Vikkie Lorrein(Aunt, deceased)
Parents: Veronika Lorrein(Mother) (Viktor is a bastard)
Siblings: (The mom died pregnant)
Children: none
Love interest: None
Pets: He always seems to have a snake with him, mostly a cobra
Others:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Your name: Zak
Rp sample:(taken from Toujours pur where I'm playing his future self) As you waste time reading this tale of butchery, darkness, depravity, lust. A shadowly figure approaches, the face hidden by the hoods as he observes the reader from the darkness, he waits for a single movement, he would wait as long as it took for a hunter always needs to be patient with his pray, he just smiled and licked his lips. He could feel the blood and smell it as well, this was exciting him to no ends. He would feast, he would maim, he would kill, he would have fun, that's all that matter to him, he was a killing machine and never cared about who he killed, drinking their blood made him stronger, he knew that to be a fact. He waited for the reader to finish reading about his biography. As he did he came out of the shadows calmly, scaring the poor fellow who casted an Avada Kedavra curse. V fell down and stood immobile, as the wizard approached to see who it was, he knelt calmly to verify the face, and eventually had a shock of terror has he saw the face.
"That hurt you know, I don't like being hurt.. hehe HAHAHAHAHA"
The man was afraid, with a cold voice like that, fangs could be seen those yellow eyes, he couldn't move, he was immobile, Verloren rose a bit, and with his hand, forcefully hit the man where his heart was, his hand entering the body and reaching for the heart, he took it out while it was still beating and laughed, crushing it beneath his hand. The body of the wizard fell, dead, as V got on his two feet while laughing hysterically.
"Looks like someone has a broken heart.. GET IT A BROKEN HEART HAHAHAHAHAHA " He stared for a couple of minutes at the dead body and sighed "What a tough crowd, they know nothing about humor these days."
) As you waste time reading this tale of butchery, darkness, depravity, lust. A shadowly figure approaches, the face hidden by the hoods as he observes the reader from the darkness, he waits for a single movement, he would wait as long as it took for a hunter always needs to be patient with his pray, he just smiled and licked his lips. He could feel the blood and smell it as well, this was exciting him to no ends. He would feast, he would maim, he would kill, he would have fun, that's all that matter to him, he was a killing machine and never cared about who he killed, drinking their blood made him stronger, he knew that to be a fact. He waited for the reader to finish reading about his biography. As he did he came out of the shadows calmly, scaring the poor fellow who casted an Avada Kedavra curse. V fell down and stood immobile, as the wizard approached to see who it was, he knelt calmly to verify the face, and eventually had a shock of terror has he saw the face. If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
