Post by Fortis Leo on Jul 24, 2007 17:55:28 GMT -5
(this is a character profile from another site. Since the site's dead and he was never even approved I felt I should try him some place else. )
*Character
Name- Fortis Leo
Age- 11
Year- firsty
House- Gryffindor
*Personal Info
Personality
Leo is often described as distant and cold by those who have just met him. By those who have spent several long, dull days at home with him know Leo is just one out burst away from being locked up in Saint Mungo's Insanity Ward. (Ever say that in front of him and you'll really get him started. "Insanity is not a medical term or diagnoses!" that's how he'll start. "It is a legal term used to describe some one not fit to stand trial for whatever reasons! It has no medical definition and there sure as hell isn't a ward at St Mungo's devoted to it!") The reason for this is that Leo is very suspicious and distrusting. While he gives his friends the most confidence, all others are held at arms length until he better understands them.
Leo's also very, very honest. He views puzzles, riddles half truths and all other forms of avoiding an answer to be an insult to honesty and will not tolerate them. You see, Leo sees the world as very black and white. There is the good and there is the bad. You do not do the bad and you must always uphold the good. He also has a very clear view of what is good and what is bad. So clear, he won't listen to a word spoken against him on the topic. He will actually hex your lips shut just for trying.
He's kind! Very kind but that's mostly because he doesn't value most material goods. He'll give up anything you ask him for so long as it isn't something he actually cares about. For example; that hideous denim jacket he bought on a trip to the US. Ask him for it and he will stare at you with an expression that quite obviously says "Don't be an idiot." But ask him for that three piece suit his father bought for him for Sunday Mass and he'll hand over grinning like an idiot.
Social Skills
Are non-existent in Leo's case. Overwhelming honesty coupled with a one track sense of right and wrong (plus the opinionated know-it-allness) usually send people away. Then there's the stubbornness. Oh dear lord that boy well not relinquish a patch of dirt if he thinks he's right. By the way, he always thinks he's right. But he has sad eyes, a caring voice and the almost phenomenal ability to make his friends feel better when somethings wrong with them.
*Image
Appearance
Leo is just shy a centimeter or two of five foot seven. This would be very imposing if he weren't so lean. Notice I say lean and not thin. Leo has a very muscular frame that won't grow. His muscles, while very solid and hard, won't go very far bast his bones. This gives him an almost starved feature that can be a turn off.
His hair is always kept short and combed back because, well that's how his father does it, damn it and if it was good enough for him it's good enough for Leo. That is until the exams start and he forgets to get it cut and it for some strange reason grows into a curly Jew-fro-ish style that's even stranger when you consider Leo has brown skin. His hair is black, of course.
As are his eyes. Both of Leo's eyes are a pitch black that often resemble the sea at night. That is, while most aren't perceptive enough to see it, they constantly shift expressing his many moods. They've also been called sad but that can be attributed to his posture. His head is always leaning just slightly forward and his eyes never leave the ground. Then there's the serene smile always playing at the corner of his lips...
As far as clothing, Leo always wears the same get-up everyday. Jeans, sneakers, a plain white shirt, that stupid Gryffindor vest and his school robes. (He has never and will never actually wear the hat the list listed as a requirement. He wasn't that cliched and it looked silly on him.) On his off hours Leo substitutes the black robe for a Denim Jacket that's older then he is. It's his favorite color; light-blue.
*Past
Personal History
Leo was born in a small uneventful district of Britain just a few miles from from Southampton in a small house with just his mother and father present. There were no celebrations (family had no friends and could not afford it), no relatives coming in to visit him (more on that later) and most importantly no doctors to care for him. The contractions had started so suddenly and Mr. de la Cruz (Leo doesn't share his father's surname) had been so far away there was no way of reaching a hospital.
It was a troubled birth. Leo appeared as if he would die in a few short moments if he didn't receive medical attention but what could the doctors do? The family had no insurance or means by which to pay. They contacted a local physician who gave them the boys odds. He'd be dead within a week. But the week came and another and another but still Leo's heart beat strong. Slowly but surely his was healed, baffling the doctors and Mr. de la Cruz but not Leo's mother, Luz.
You see, Luz was a Squib who had been abandoned by her family (an old wizarding family with ties all around Europe) and forced into exile because of the shame she would bring. The poor girl was left all alone in the Muggle world with only a small allowance of ten thousand pounds a year. At first she had no idea what to do. She was in a foreign land and with foreign people but eventually she adapted. She found a job as a waitress and a kind young man who she later married.
But she could not abandon all her magical roots. Luz developed into a magnificent potioneer. It was with these skills that she created an elixir capable of restoring her first born to health. Feeding him this instead of her mother's milk is what made him healthy.
Years passed and Leo's eleventh birthday came. He had a pair of siblings, each born two years apart and on a fifth just like Leo. It was a happy scene, everyone laughing and behaving like a family should. Then an owl flew in and Luz had a lot of explaining to do. She told her husband about her family, the Leos, and about magic and about her being a Squib. Then he asked why it addressed his son Leo as Fortis Leo and not Leo de la Cruz?
It was because the Leo's had accepted him as one of their own and wished to takeover his magical career. The poor man needed a large glass of bourbon to get over everything. Eventually a house-elf arrived at his door as well as an old witch (Luz's mother) asking for a Leo. Mr. de a Cruz said over his dead body and was quickly hit with a full body-bind curse. The old woman walked past her daughter without so much as a glance and approached Leo. She smiled with false kindness at him and Leo just stared back with blank and expressionless eyes.
That was only a few short weeks ago. Now Leo's standing on Platform 9 and 3/4 wondering just what the hell is going on.
Family members-
mother- Luz de la Cruz (age 42)
father - Juan de la Cruz (age 45)
sister - Blanch Leo (age 9)
brother - Somnos Leo (age 7)
grandmother - Scylla Leo (age ??)
Sample RP-
Leo wandered into Quidditch pitch alone as usual. It had to be way to early for anyone else to be out. The sun wasn't even completely up. It's rays had yet to find their way into the school windows and Leo for one was grateful. This meant they wouldn't wake anyone up or lead some idiot first year to his secluded spot ruining the site's perfection.
Leo walked up to a one of the giant hoops. This looked like a nice place to have relaxing read. The ground was soft, he had something to lean on and the sun wasn't shining in yet so he'd have privacy. Lifting his wand, Leo whispered "Lumos" and the tip of it was illuminated. After searching through his bag, the young wizard discovered what it was he had been looking for; a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. After conjuring a small candle, Leo positioned it it by the book and opened to his favorite chapter "The Chateu de'Iff"
The light from his wand went off and Leo began to read. Reading by candle light, he wondered, is there anything better? Not for a guy like me. He was reaching his favorite part; the several stages of an innocent man's despair. This part was pure gold. Hell, it was better then gold. He'd sacrifice anything to be able to write as good as Dumas. The man was a genius.
But, sadly, Leo didn't have that much skill or natural talent. Like all mediocre writers he could only read and appreciate the classics. And maybe mimic the greats' styles but that was it. Their was no brilliant insight into the human psyche, no awe inspiring depictions of torment or glorification of the mundane or anything else that makes literature worth reading in the minds of the 'elite.'
Leo stopped reading looked up at the sky. A flock of owls was on it's way to the castle. Had he lost track of time again? Leo packed up his books as quick as he could and blew out the vanished the candle. "God I don't miss breakfast again," he muttered. This would be his fourth time in one week.
*Character
Name- Fortis Leo
Age- 11
Year- firsty
House- Gryffindor
*Personal Info
Personality
Leo is often described as distant and cold by those who have just met him. By those who have spent several long, dull days at home with him know Leo is just one out burst away from being locked up in Saint Mungo's Insanity Ward. (Ever say that in front of him and you'll really get him started. "Insanity is not a medical term or diagnoses!" that's how he'll start. "It is a legal term used to describe some one not fit to stand trial for whatever reasons! It has no medical definition and there sure as hell isn't a ward at St Mungo's devoted to it!") The reason for this is that Leo is very suspicious and distrusting. While he gives his friends the most confidence, all others are held at arms length until he better understands them.
Leo's also very, very honest. He views puzzles, riddles half truths and all other forms of avoiding an answer to be an insult to honesty and will not tolerate them. You see, Leo sees the world as very black and white. There is the good and there is the bad. You do not do the bad and you must always uphold the good. He also has a very clear view of what is good and what is bad. So clear, he won't listen to a word spoken against him on the topic. He will actually hex your lips shut just for trying.
He's kind! Very kind but that's mostly because he doesn't value most material goods. He'll give up anything you ask him for so long as it isn't something he actually cares about. For example; that hideous denim jacket he bought on a trip to the US. Ask him for it and he will stare at you with an expression that quite obviously says "Don't be an idiot." But ask him for that three piece suit his father bought for him for Sunday Mass and he'll hand over grinning like an idiot.
Social Skills
Are non-existent in Leo's case. Overwhelming honesty coupled with a one track sense of right and wrong (plus the opinionated know-it-allness) usually send people away. Then there's the stubbornness. Oh dear lord that boy well not relinquish a patch of dirt if he thinks he's right. By the way, he always thinks he's right. But he has sad eyes, a caring voice and the almost phenomenal ability to make his friends feel better when somethings wrong with them.
*Image
Appearance
Leo is just shy a centimeter or two of five foot seven. This would be very imposing if he weren't so lean. Notice I say lean and not thin. Leo has a very muscular frame that won't grow. His muscles, while very solid and hard, won't go very far bast his bones. This gives him an almost starved feature that can be a turn off.
His hair is always kept short and combed back because, well that's how his father does it, damn it and if it was good enough for him it's good enough for Leo. That is until the exams start and he forgets to get it cut and it for some strange reason grows into a curly Jew-fro-ish style that's even stranger when you consider Leo has brown skin. His hair is black, of course.
As are his eyes. Both of Leo's eyes are a pitch black that often resemble the sea at night. That is, while most aren't perceptive enough to see it, they constantly shift expressing his many moods. They've also been called sad but that can be attributed to his posture. His head is always leaning just slightly forward and his eyes never leave the ground. Then there's the serene smile always playing at the corner of his lips...
As far as clothing, Leo always wears the same get-up everyday. Jeans, sneakers, a plain white shirt, that stupid Gryffindor vest and his school robes. (He has never and will never actually wear the hat the list listed as a requirement. He wasn't that cliched and it looked silly on him.) On his off hours Leo substitutes the black robe for a Denim Jacket that's older then he is. It's his favorite color; light-blue.
*Past
Personal History
Leo was born in a small uneventful district of Britain just a few miles from from Southampton in a small house with just his mother and father present. There were no celebrations (family had no friends and could not afford it), no relatives coming in to visit him (more on that later) and most importantly no doctors to care for him. The contractions had started so suddenly and Mr. de la Cruz (Leo doesn't share his father's surname) had been so far away there was no way of reaching a hospital.
It was a troubled birth. Leo appeared as if he would die in a few short moments if he didn't receive medical attention but what could the doctors do? The family had no insurance or means by which to pay. They contacted a local physician who gave them the boys odds. He'd be dead within a week. But the week came and another and another but still Leo's heart beat strong. Slowly but surely his was healed, baffling the doctors and Mr. de la Cruz but not Leo's mother, Luz.
You see, Luz was a Squib who had been abandoned by her family (an old wizarding family with ties all around Europe) and forced into exile because of the shame she would bring. The poor girl was left all alone in the Muggle world with only a small allowance of ten thousand pounds a year. At first she had no idea what to do. She was in a foreign land and with foreign people but eventually she adapted. She found a job as a waitress and a kind young man who she later married.
But she could not abandon all her magical roots. Luz developed into a magnificent potioneer. It was with these skills that she created an elixir capable of restoring her first born to health. Feeding him this instead of her mother's milk is what made him healthy.
Years passed and Leo's eleventh birthday came. He had a pair of siblings, each born two years apart and on a fifth just like Leo. It was a happy scene, everyone laughing and behaving like a family should. Then an owl flew in and Luz had a lot of explaining to do. She told her husband about her family, the Leos, and about magic and about her being a Squib. Then he asked why it addressed his son Leo as Fortis Leo and not Leo de la Cruz?
It was because the Leo's had accepted him as one of their own and wished to takeover his magical career. The poor man needed a large glass of bourbon to get over everything. Eventually a house-elf arrived at his door as well as an old witch (Luz's mother) asking for a Leo. Mr. de a Cruz said over his dead body and was quickly hit with a full body-bind curse. The old woman walked past her daughter without so much as a glance and approached Leo. She smiled with false kindness at him and Leo just stared back with blank and expressionless eyes.
That was only a few short weeks ago. Now Leo's standing on Platform 9 and 3/4 wondering just what the hell is going on.
Family members-
mother- Luz de la Cruz (age 42)
father - Juan de la Cruz (age 45)
sister - Blanch Leo (age 9)
brother - Somnos Leo (age 7)
grandmother - Scylla Leo (age ??)
Sample RP-
Leo wandered into Quidditch pitch alone as usual. It had to be way to early for anyone else to be out. The sun wasn't even completely up. It's rays had yet to find their way into the school windows and Leo for one was grateful. This meant they wouldn't wake anyone up or lead some idiot first year to his secluded spot ruining the site's perfection.
Leo walked up to a one of the giant hoops. This looked like a nice place to have relaxing read. The ground was soft, he had something to lean on and the sun wasn't shining in yet so he'd have privacy. Lifting his wand, Leo whispered "Lumos" and the tip of it was illuminated. After searching through his bag, the young wizard discovered what it was he had been looking for; a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. After conjuring a small candle, Leo positioned it it by the book and opened to his favorite chapter "The Chateu de'Iff"
The light from his wand went off and Leo began to read. Reading by candle light, he wondered, is there anything better? Not for a guy like me. He was reaching his favorite part; the several stages of an innocent man's despair. This part was pure gold. Hell, it was better then gold. He'd sacrifice anything to be able to write as good as Dumas. The man was a genius.
But, sadly, Leo didn't have that much skill or natural talent. Like all mediocre writers he could only read and appreciate the classics. And maybe mimic the greats' styles but that was it. Their was no brilliant insight into the human psyche, no awe inspiring depictions of torment or glorification of the mundane or anything else that makes literature worth reading in the minds of the 'elite.'
Leo stopped reading looked up at the sky. A flock of owls was on it's way to the castle. Had he lost track of time again? Leo packed up his books as quick as he could and blew out the vanished the candle. "God I don't miss breakfast again," he muttered. This would be his fourth time in one week.
