Post by vance reid pierson on Mar 13, 2011 16:22:46 GMT -5
VANCE REID PIERSON
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Twenty-seven • Ravenclaw/graduated • Auror • Heterosexual • AB • Sasha Knezevic[/center]
COME INTO MY WORLD
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Ever wanted a man who has difficulty conversing in a normal fashion, yet manages to be completely debonair in the midst of his awkwardness? Ever craved a powerful, yet overly modest man who was willing to work himself to the bone over the stupidest things? Maybe you're more in the market for a stubborn, overly-intelligent man who can hardly see a thing between black and white (like, gray? what's that?).
Well, if any of those fit you, then I would just love to introduce you to Vance Pierson.
Born in the early months of 2017, in Brighton, Vance was raised in a wealthy and very strict atmosphere. Not to say there was no love-- his family adored their only child. But demonstrations of that affection were few and far between. To Vance, showing any real, obvious or powerful emotion become something of a taboo. Best to be done behind closed doors, in the presence of few to no people.
Born to a family of purebloods, no one was surprised when he received a letter from Hogwarts. Even less were surprised when he was placed into Ravenclaw. As his parents and grandparents were Ravenclaw alumni, he was proud to find himself in his ancestoral house.
The years at Hogwarts treated him well. Though he'd never quite grown out of his stoic, quiet attitude, he was always considered reasonably popular due to his good looks and talent. Vance was always popular with women, but found little to like in any of them.
Almost effortlessly, he made his way through year after year at Hogwarts. By his sixth year, he was a prefect and the keeper of the Ravenclaw quidditch team.
His family had expected him, like his parents and uncles and aunts before him, to take up a job at the ministry. But pushing papers and sifting through muggle junk was not in Vance's near future.
Though everyone around him seemed to disagree, he chose to become an Auror straight after he graduated from Hogwarts. Both of his parents saw it as a silly job trying to chase down bad guys. They figured he would get a couple scrapes and bruises and return home and trade in his wand for a more "esteemed" position in the ministrey. But it was not to be; one of the few to make the cut, Vance became an Auror all right.
A damned good one.
It earned him a strained relationship with his parents, but Vance had finally found something he felt passionate about and he was determined to stick with it. For years he'd been living up to expectations he didn't give a damn about. Even as a quiet, unassertive man, he always wanted the power to change any kind of lesser circumstances. Now, he finally could.
After a few years in the Auror Office, he started getting a little more respect and began earning some rank. Unfortunately, in pursuit of a psychotic witch, he'd found himself with out a wand and backed into a corner. After making the mistake of getting cocky, he'd been tricked.
When the witch had opened her mouth to hex him, she was struck in the back with a paralysis charm. A girl he'd known once long ago in school, but had long since forgotten, had showed up to aid him.
Indebted to her, and courageously stubborn, he chose to follow the girl, who was also an Auror. Over time, he started to stay at her side not to pay back a debt, but simply to be with her. Though he had never once said the words aloud, he'd fallen in love with her, and her with him.
As one of the few people he trusted, the girl became his partner and have been working together since.INTERESTING FACTS
-Can't cook
-Patronus is a large moray eel
-Excellent dancer
-Is completely indifferent to muggles
-Loves travelling
-Loves his girlfriend, but has never stated it
-Extremely narrow-minded
-Hates arrogancy
-A bit hypocritical
SEE WHO I AM
-------------------- BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE.
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Mel • 5 months • no other characters[/center]
SAMPLE POST:
As Miles walked back from the Cookhouse to the Big Top, he looked up at the sky. He loved sunshine, but he enjoyed the rain more. Maybe it came from growing up in the bayou, or spending so much time underwater in the navy. In the end, he didn't really care. He just liked the feeling of being dripping, soaking wet.
As the sky was cloudless, his wishes for rain seemed silly. But there were still nights that he spent outside, standing in the rain, feeling like he was home.
He was still staring upwards when he entered the Big Top. The white canvas was nowhere near as big-- or bright-- as the open sky. But he loved it too. As he dropped his gaze, he collided with someone and had to grapple to save his precious half-eaten banana.
"Miles! Do you mind?" A snappy voice said. That particular clear, confident voice was one he knew far too well. Though he'd begun murmuring an apology, he stopped. As childish as it was, he just didn't think she deserved an apology. Not until he got one for all the pain she'd put him through.
Really, who breaks a guy's heart, and then has the audacity to yell at him? Miles, ever authority-defying, just stared down at her with his soulful blue eyes. The same ones she'd once told him she adored.
In the end, his only real response was a slightly sardonic, half-assed grin. "For someone who needs to be aware of everything around you, you are quite short-sighted." She just had to keep talking. Really? Was it necessary for him to endure this?
"There's a time and place for everything, Ms. Pryce." He said with a slight chill. "If I like daydreaming, you'll just have to forgive me." She should know that about him by now. He loved getting lost in that vast imagination his mother had instilled in him. Once upon a time, Liv had enjoyed hearing those silly stories his mother had lavished upon him as a child.
But people change, and Liv would be the first person he'd go to if he needed to make a 180 degree personality flip. It had seemed they'd gone from spending beautiful, breezy summer nights together to hating each other.
Well, to her hating him, anyway. Try as he might, he always felt his heart skip a beat or two when he saw her. And he hated himself all the more for it.
Miles leaned up against a Quarter Pole as her highness cleared the ring and began to slowly organize the chaos. He'd seen the freaks she'd sent scattering. They'd never bothered him, but she'd always had a bit of a superiority complex. But he had to give it to her; she knew how to control a crowd better than he'd ever be able to.
She turned to him, and looked him dead in the eye. Despite her being his technical boss, he didn't step down. Some of the performers might've been a little intimidating by her direct gaze, but he didn't fear her. "What's with the banana? Shouldn't you be teaching your peers how to do proper punch fronts and back handsprings?"
Miles shrugged away from the column and twirled his now empty peel in his hands. "I was hungry, and decided to get a snack." Heaven knew that didn't break any major rules. Performers needed good, steady nutrition. "And my peers, as you so aptly put them, don't exist. I'm just a lowly performer, you're the director, Pryce." If she was so worried about their front punches, she was more than capable of teaching them herself. Liv had never lacked talent in the acrobatics department. He'd performed with her enough to know she was plenty versatile.
As the sky was cloudless, his wishes for rain seemed silly. But there were still nights that he spent outside, standing in the rain, feeling like he was home.
He was still staring upwards when he entered the Big Top. The white canvas was nowhere near as big-- or bright-- as the open sky. But he loved it too. As he dropped his gaze, he collided with someone and had to grapple to save his precious half-eaten banana.
"Miles! Do you mind?" A snappy voice said. That particular clear, confident voice was one he knew far too well. Though he'd begun murmuring an apology, he stopped. As childish as it was, he just didn't think she deserved an apology. Not until he got one for all the pain she'd put him through.
Really, who breaks a guy's heart, and then has the audacity to yell at him? Miles, ever authority-defying, just stared down at her with his soulful blue eyes. The same ones she'd once told him she adored.
In the end, his only real response was a slightly sardonic, half-assed grin. "For someone who needs to be aware of everything around you, you are quite short-sighted." She just had to keep talking. Really? Was it necessary for him to endure this?
"There's a time and place for everything, Ms. Pryce." He said with a slight chill. "If I like daydreaming, you'll just have to forgive me." She should know that about him by now. He loved getting lost in that vast imagination his mother had instilled in him. Once upon a time, Liv had enjoyed hearing those silly stories his mother had lavished upon him as a child.
But people change, and Liv would be the first person he'd go to if he needed to make a 180 degree personality flip. It had seemed they'd gone from spending beautiful, breezy summer nights together to hating each other.
Well, to her hating him, anyway. Try as he might, he always felt his heart skip a beat or two when he saw her. And he hated himself all the more for it.
Miles leaned up against a Quarter Pole as her highness cleared the ring and began to slowly organize the chaos. He'd seen the freaks she'd sent scattering. They'd never bothered him, but she'd always had a bit of a superiority complex. But he had to give it to her; she knew how to control a crowd better than he'd ever be able to.
She turned to him, and looked him dead in the eye. Despite her being his technical boss, he didn't step down. Some of the performers might've been a little intimidating by her direct gaze, but he didn't fear her. "What's with the banana? Shouldn't you be teaching your peers how to do proper punch fronts and back handsprings?"
Miles shrugged away from the column and twirled his now empty peel in his hands. "I was hungry, and decided to get a snack." Heaven knew that didn't break any major rules. Performers needed good, steady nutrition. "And my peers, as you so aptly put them, don't exist. I'm just a lowly performer, you're the director, Pryce." If she was so worried about their front punches, she was more than capable of teaching them herself. Liv had never lacked talent in the acrobatics department. He'd performed with her enough to know she was plenty versatile.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
[/center]The Drifter & The Gypsy - Rosi Golan
