Post by Decaria Leclair on Nov 7, 2010 16:24:04 GMT -7
LeClair, Decaria
FULL NAME. Decaria LeClair
NICKNAMES. None
BIRTHDATE. November 14th
AGE 16
BLOOD Pure
HOUSE PREFERENCE Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original- - - - -
HAIR&EYES Eyes of lusterous gold and coppertone green, dark brown wood for hair that falls in layers to his shoulders
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 6'; 140 lb
FACE CLAIM Hee Chul- - - - -
LIKES Flying, luxurious things, traveling, classical music, charms, elegance, romance, all around being a huge, flirtatious jack ass, fights and wizard duels, instigating others'
DISLIKES Muggles, dirt, insects, herbology, blood, cheap food, unattractive things, absolutely hates losing
BOGGART Becoming a Failure
MIRROR OF ERISED Love, Honor, Strength
PATRONUS Frilled Dragon Very prideful and dangerous, he'll snap at those that deserve it, all the while doing in a very elegant way.
PERSONALITY
Decaria has respect for those that surpass him and are superior, but never for those that he consider beneath them. He openly pities and sympathizes for them, however, with a slightly open mind, he believes that any person can work up from the dirt to become someone honorable. He cherishes beauty and honor over most other values, and those that are unhonorable will be suspect to his temper and his fury.
Those that dare to harass or insult him to his face will see that this man's tolerance runs very thin, and is quick to defend and regain his pride. He'll hunt them down and devour them until, in his eyes, they have suffered as much as he feels was deserving of them.
He despises weakness and points out the flaws in others, overall a very blunt jack ass. He will not lie, rather, he uses the truth to instigate anger in those he wishes to antagonize. Quick to fight and to instigate, he will never lose to someone unless they cut off his legs and his arms.- - - - -
BIRTHPLACE Marseille, France
Parents Joel Jean LeClair, Age 43, Alchemist
Jin Ae Jeong-Ra, age 34, Dress Designer
OTHER None
HISTORY
Decaria surprisingly had a very lively childhood. He grew up a trouble maker and a prankster. He would get lost a lot, running away so he could see the city. He would often times get lost in the beauty of the lights of the city and ocean sides of Marsielle. His mother, was very strict about manners and grace, and would often times punish him very strictly for his pranks, while his father laughed and jeered him on.
His mother, not to his father's taste, insisted that he learn muggle fundamentals such as arithmetics and literature. He loved traveling with his father through out France, most importantly, spending time with his father. Though his mother would eventually soften with the customs of western culture, he still grew up idolizing and loving his father, whilst later upholding the honor his mother desired.
His mother was from Korea, a noble who followed her family to France in order to attend Beauxbatons. She eventually fell in love with the wizard Joel LeClair, and sooner married, both out of pure blood origins.
At one point, his hatred and rebellious nature towards his mother lead him to develop a hatred towards women that was later lifted with age. Even still, he looks to them sometimes, flirtatiously, to control their feelings, to have any sort of control over his life.- - - - -
NAME/ALIAS Elliot
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP EXPERIENCE? I've rped for around 5 years.
RP SAMPLE.
Decaria looked off to the side, anxiety permeating throughout his entire form as he shuttered. His head lolled back as he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the sounds of the night as he would stare out at the familiarity of the common room. He whispered to himself, the sounds so soft, he had not realized he was muttering them. Instead, he was staring out at the dark sky, the lights of the city that so often blinked from gold to white, all the hues of stars in between.
The city he loved, he would have to leave again to a place he loved even more. He waited, the song he made voiced the sound of the whispers of these lights, the love, he had, and cherished. Suddenly, he was forced to grip the sides of the window, nearly falling as a book came colliding with his head. A rediculous expresion on his face as he stared at the floor stories below him, crying out, "Son of a--" "What did you just say to me, mon ami? What did you just say? Look at this mess, we have to leave in fifteen minutes--" Jin Ae Jeong shrieked, throwing another book at her son, "Where is your discipline? Decaria, Get together your damn luggage. What were you thinking?!" "Merci, Merci, I'll get ready damnit, Mother, Stop--"
He sighed, trying to move out of the way as to not incur her wrath, but still bowing his head to the woman as he ducked from another book, trying to gather them all up and throw them into the open chest. Dear lord, his mother needed to take care of the screws that came loose so easily!
Ah, but she was right, it could wait, for now. He needed to get to the platform on time. He stopped, gathering the clothes from his closet and throwing them in lazily, His mother's shrieks coming up again as she ordered the house elf to fold them for him as he threw them on the edge of the chest. Walking back and forth as she herself began to pick things up from his personal bathroom and place them into the ornate, french parcels that would serve him.
He simply rolled his eyes, smiling and laughing as he had whispered to himself again in a quiet hum.
CODE WORD? FollowTheYellowBrickRoad
RIP