Post by ignatius salvatore insana on Feb 17, 2011 10:40:42 GMT -5
IGNATIUS SALVATORE INSANA
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I REMEMBER WHEN
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER WHEN I LOST MY MIND
THERE WAS SOMETHING SO PLEASANT ABOUT THAT PLACE
EVEN YOUR EMOTIONS HAD AN ECHO IN SO MUCH SPACE
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
IGNATIUS SALVATORE INSANA.
NICKNAMES:
IGGY,NACE, NATIUS, INSANA. INSANE.
AGE:
EIGHTEEN.
BIRTH DATE:
SEPTEMBER, 09, 2026.
BLOOD TYPE:
HALF BLOOD.
SEXUALITY:
STRAIGHT.
HOUSE & YEAR:
RAVENCLAW & SEVENTH.
OCCUPATION:
N/A.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
MATT SMITH.
BEST TRAITS:
UNASSUMING. EXCITABLE. TOLERANT. UNCONVENTIONAL. CONFIDENT.
WORST TRAITS:
ABSENT MINDED. APPEARS NONCHALENT. MOODY. OBLIVIOUS TO ROMANTIC FEELINGS. COMPULSIVE.
PERSONALITY:
Ignatius isn’t one to boost about how brilliant he is (even if that’s true), how rich his family is (again, very true), or how very handsome he is (no, this one isn’t quite true.) He’s a modest lad, not one to put someone down because they don’t reach up to his standards or anything like that. He’s also very tolerant. He can be a little oblivious to how people are poking fun at his hair or his unmatched socks. Or even when someone is pointing that out to him, he’ll just smile and go on with his way or tell them how lovely their tie matches with their eyes. Iggy’s very excitable. Very. Mention something he likes and he’ll talk your ears off. He might even drag you off to the Forbidden Forest if you bring up the fact that you like Thestrals, despite how you can’t see them.
Iggy has a habit of forgetting things. Like where he left his glasses. Did he do up his History of Magic essay? Does he have a Charms lesson now? It’s not unlike him to walk into his Ancient Runes class thinking it’s Defense Against the Dark Arts. He can be a little moody at times, and that’s when it’s best to just ignore Ignatius. Those are the moments where the darker parts of his family’s history come into play. He can disappear off for a few hours whenever the mood strikes him. He’ll just walk off if he’s in the middle of a conversation with someone, not bothering to explain why he’s leaving. It’s so much better to have people think he’s rude than explain to them that he’s feeling an urge to murder them. Or hex their faces into oblivion.
Compulsion is something Iggy has trouble getting control over. If he feels the need to go for a dip in the lake, he’ll do so. He tries not to do stand up in the middle of the class and announce it to the whole class, but he’s been known to do so. It’s not too far fetched to think that he’s a little crazy, considering his last name. Maybe he is.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
HALF ITALIAN/HALF ENGLISH.
HOME TOWN:
LONDON.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
UPPER CLASS.
PARENTS:
SALVATORE INSANA, 60 (IF ALIVE), DEAD
JESSICA MEIER, 45, MINISTRY WORKER, ALIVE
SIBLINGS:
• • ---- ---- INSANA [24]
• • ---- ---- INSANA [7th]
• • ---- ---- INSANA [5th]
OTHERS:
RELATED TO THE MEIERS.
HISTORY:
Salvatore Insana was the only child, son and heir of a wealthy pureblood family in Italy. And he hated it. His parents were both blood related; their family was somewhat like the Blacks of Britain, marrying within families to maintain the purity of their blood. They also had a habit of dying out early. Be it from Dragon Pox or murder or strange unidentifiable diseases, the Insanas died from them all. Let’s not forget insanity. More than a fair number of Insanas have gone a little insane, which really was attributed to the fact that they married internally. Salvatore sought to get away from his eventual demise by insanity. He was rebellious from his teenage years, not even bothering to hide his disgust for his own family. It was probably a good thing that his parents died in their sleep when they were both in their seventies. Salvatore knew that it was not an accident; their family had more of their fair share of enemies. He was then in his thirties. He sold off the family property and took off to England, with his riches.
He got himself a job in the Ministry of Magic, dealing with whatever Italian political issues that came up. He was more of a consultant than anything. Salvatore wasn’t looking for a stable job, just something to occupy his time. It was there that someone assigned him an intern. Jessica Meier. A single glance at her and Salvatore was hooked. Of course, he played it cool, hard to get and all that, pretending he didn’t like her one bit. He always made things difficult for her, wanting to see if she was just how he thought she would be. It would be a cliché to say that she was. But she was. Salvatore brought her back home one night, after a rather hellish day of dealing with people who needed to use their brains a little more. No words exchanged between them, just a mutual understanding that this was going to be a one night stand and nothing more. Another night would come and go and still, Jessica found herself going back to Salvatore.
He was way too old for her. He made her feel angry one moment and loved the other. He was Italian. His last name was Insana for Merlin’s sake. She repeated all these reasons to herself. And it worked. For a few months. Before she discovered she was pregnant. Jessica was not intending to keep the child. She was barely in her twenties and damn if she was going to keep a child with an older man who obviously only wanted her for her body. But as fate would have it, on the day she was heading to Saint Mungo’s, she met Salvatore. Somehow or the other, he figured out what she was doing. Did he have mind reading skills? Salvatore, once he spotted the guilty look on Jessica’s face, guessed accurately what she was intending to do. On the spot, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. And was left there on his own when Jessica apparated away.
It would be three years later that Salvatore would meet Jessica again. He tried his best to find her, but after her disappearance, it was then that he realised he knew next to nothing about her. Not her family, not her friends, nothing. He hired a private eye to find Jessica, but it seemed she was always on the move. Or perhaps the private eye was lying to him. Anyway, the next time he saw her was at an Italian restaurant in London, with a little girl by her side. This time, Salvatore sneaked up on her and kept a firm hold, in case she tried to apparate away again. The girl was most certainly an Insana; they had a crazy look about them. Or maybe it was his imagination.
Jessica was not quite willing to talk to Salvatore but the older man knew he needed to let her decide if she wanted to be with him. So, over the next few years, he changed for her. He took care of their daughter, got rid of his habits that she hated. Well, not all, and not successfully. But he tried. It would be another two years before she finally agreed to marry him. They weren’t the perfect couple. But Jessica agreed for the sake of her daughter, who had been asking about her father. Uncle Salvatore soon became Father.
It was a fine day in September that Ignatius and his twin brother was born. Ignatius, or as his mother called him, Iggy, was the twin who was hyperactive. He skipped the crawling stage, and started walking, following her around everywhere. He messed up his sister’s room, playing with her stuff and then if he was upset for some reason, drew on her bedroom wall. No, he wasn’t an easy child to take care of. Jessica was almost at her wits ends with this son of hers. Surely no child of hers could be that active. It was made even worse when he reached two years old. She was pregnant again and he had just started showing signs of magic. While other children were turning their parents’ curtains pink or making their food disappear, Ignatius was turning stools into dogs, cats, pigs. Salvatore was both pleased with and worried about his son. Pleased because he himself showed such signs of magic when he was little. Worried because in their family history, most people who showed early signs of magic died earlier.
When his youngest sister was born, Iggy fell in immediate love with her. She was a little buddle of warm cuddly flesh that he could play with and maybe transform into some form of animal. Needless to say, his mother kept Iggy far away from her. His childhood passed by, with minor incidents like him bringing back home a horse that was actually a bench and him almost transfiguring someone into a flamingo. His relationship with his mother was strained but still civil enough not to make Iggy hate her. When it was time for him to go to Hogwarts, he thought he could almost hear his mother thank Merlin that she didn’t have to deal with him transfiguring anyone else into animals.
Ignatius was sorted into the house of Ravenclaw. He had no idea about the different qualities of the houses. He never bothered to ask or find out. As long as he got to Hogwarts, who cared what house he was in? Naturally, the male excelled in Transfiguration, along with a couple of important classes. He did adore Care of Magical Creatures, if only because he wanted to find out more about what creatures he could transfigure people who upset him into. No, just kidding. His ability to do that disappeared long before his father died.
He was in his third year and wandering the grounds when Deputy Headmistress Weasley found him and brought him up to the Headmaster’s office along with his siblings. It was there that he found out his father had just dropped dead in the middle of the day in front of his mother. Of course, it was told to him in more polite words, but that was how Ignatius interpreted it. Ignatius never really grieved for his father. He didn’t cry, he didn’t speak about it to anyone. He just carried on with his life like it never happened. He threw himself even more into his studies, if that was possible. Naturally, being a natural at Transfiguration, Ignatius looked up on how to become an Animagus. It took him about three years to master the skill and it was during his summer before his seventh year that he finally transformed into a Golden Retriever.
Now, it’s his seventh year and Iggy is finally becoming more aware of the drama that is surrounding him in Hogwarts. Fights between rivals, spats amongst friends over lovers and whatnot. Stuff that he always was oblivious to before.
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
KIM
RP EXPERIENCE:
FOUR YEARS.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
JEANELLE. EMRYS. TRISTAN. ETC ETC.
SAMPLE POST:
Ignatius Insana never understood the whole point of this checking up on him thing. That said, he showed up every time Heather requested to meet him. If he remembered. Half the time he didn’t remember. Then he would go find her when the thought stuck him, even if it was at the most inconvenient time. If he recalled correctly, there was one he walked out in the middle of a test. He’d read a question and somehow that triggered something about meeting up with Heather. At least he had almost finished the paper. The Professor probably had a right mind to fail him. Oh well. They were well used to his eccentrics. Weren’t they? They would be ever so glad to see him graduate this year.
The golden retriever dog barked loudly as it approached the steps that would lead him up to the clock tower. It did have a wonderful view of the grounds beneath him. Iggy however, had never been up there alone. He had a feeling if he was, he might just try to jump off it. Never a good idea, jumping off from the towers of Hogwarts. The dog scampered up the rounding stairs, tail wagging happily as it sniffed all the various scents. Up and up the dog went, until he was certain he’d reached the top. Was it going to rain? Maybe. Maybe not. He wouldn’t want to be caught in his dog form when it rained.
Within a minute, where there was a dog previous, a lanky form now stood. Iggy shook his head, messing up his hair in the process. Somehow, he never managed to look presentable when he met Heather. Part of the reason why she always thought he was the one prone to getting into trouble. Iggy wondered if she had gotten wind that he’d landed himself in the Hospital Wing after a Slytherin had hexed him. It wasn’t the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last. He stumbled into the door as he tried to enter, obviously still not used to being on two legs, and landed on his behind in the middle of the room.
The golden retriever dog barked loudly as it approached the steps that would lead him up to the clock tower. It did have a wonderful view of the grounds beneath him. Iggy however, had never been up there alone. He had a feeling if he was, he might just try to jump off it. Never a good idea, jumping off from the towers of Hogwarts. The dog scampered up the rounding stairs, tail wagging happily as it sniffed all the various scents. Up and up the dog went, until he was certain he’d reached the top. Was it going to rain? Maybe. Maybe not. He wouldn’t want to be caught in his dog form when it rained.
Within a minute, where there was a dog previous, a lanky form now stood. Iggy shook his head, messing up his hair in the process. Somehow, he never managed to look presentable when he met Heather. Part of the reason why she always thought he was the one prone to getting into trouble. Iggy wondered if she had gotten wind that he’d landed himself in the Hospital Wing after a Slytherin had hexed him. It wasn’t the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last. He stumbled into the door as he tried to enter, obviously still not used to being on two legs, and landed on his behind in the middle of the room.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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