Post by eduardo addonexus pucey on Mar 13, 2011 0:01:58 GMT -5
EDUARDO ADDONEXUS PUCEY
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YOU’VE GOT WIRES GOING IN, YOU GOT WIRES
COMING OUT OF YOUR SKIN, YOU GOT TEARS MAKING
TRACKS, I’VE GOT TEARS THAT ARE SCARED OF THE FACTS[/color][/font][/center]
COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
EDUARDO ADDONEXUS PUCEY .
NICKNAMES:
EDDIE, ED
AGE:
SIXTEEN.
BIRTH DATE:
OCTOBER 31ST 2028.
BLOOD TYPE:
PUREBLOOD.
SEXUALITY:
HETEROSEXUAL.
HOUSE & YEAR:
SLYTHERIN, SIXTH.
OCCUPATION:
N/A
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
ANDREW GARFIELD.
BEST TRAITS:
QUICK THINKER, CUNNING, INTELLIGENT, HUMOROUS, CHARMING, DAPPER .
WORST TRAITS:
BLUNT, EMOTIONALLY DEFICIENT, CLAUSTROPHOBIC, RECKLESS, VICIOUS AT TIMES.
PERSONALITY:
Eddie’s personality is a difficult boy to explain, in one word it’d be contradiction. Eddie can be the sweetest most charming boy in the world one moment and be a raging ass the next. Eddie often acts a lot more stupid and inadequate in magic than he is, though he does struggle in potions, even if it is his favorite class in theory. He comes off stupid because his father has plan for him and he despises his parents and the lives they lead, so stuffy and afraid of what others think about them. In his childhood he often found himself disappointing them no matter how hard he tried, so one day he decided to try something new; mortify them of purpose and what better way of doing that than coming across to all their friends as a possible muggle loving squib.
Eddie is nothing less than determined and he often gets what he wants with little effort, which often bores him; See Eddie here loves a challenge more than anything. If you piss him off run for the hills cause this boy has the wrath of death in him, he’s far more deadly than he lets on, his family comes from a long line of dark wizards and they’ve taught their dear old only son quite a bit. Eddie doesn’t believe in much of anything, he doesn’t care for much of anything, seldom do things intrigue him. His humor is something you either love or hate, in fact Eddie himself is either someone you love or hate, he can be narcissistic and a bit of a perve, but come one he’s a sixteen year old boy. His humor usually falls in the dry/rude category and is usually pretty darn funny. He’s the kind of boy who rarely has something nice to say, but says it anyway, in fact it’s seldom that you catch him with nothing to say at all. In contrast he can be extremely charming and mature.
The boy is always quick to think on his feet and he’s never scared. He’s cunning and smart even if he doesn’t always show it. the boy can’t sugar coat his way out of a paper bag, his version of sugar coating is probably a normal person’s best attempt at being a brutally blunt and cruel as possible, he tells it how it is and then usually embellishes with some kind of cruel anecdote. He can’t talk about feeling very well, he finds it difficult to understand why people are so open with their feeling and why since they do so they get hurt so often, aren’t they just asking for it? Eddie himself never gets his feelings hurt, which contributes to him not being able to understand why others do so often.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
ENGLISH/SPANISH.
HOME TOWN:
YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND
FINANCIAL STATUS:
FILTHY RICH.
PARENTS:
DEVON GIBBS, FIFTY SIX , HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES , ALIVE.
SIBLINGS:
ARTEMIS PUCEY , THIRTY SEVEN, MINISTRY WORKER, ALIVE.
OTHERS:
• • ---- ---- pucey [5th]
ANY OTHER GIBBS
HISTORY:
Born on October thirty first was Eduardo Addonexus Pucey, eight pound six ounces. His parent’s Artemis and Addonexus couldn’t be happier that they had produce a pure blood male heir, they gave him the name Addonexus meaning ‘bringer of death’ hoping he'd live up to it. Eduardo was Ademis’s fathers name, she’s half Spaniard and they take their pure blood just as seriously as any of the English wizards do. the Pucey are a old money purblood family that specialize in dark wizardry. Growing up in that kind of environment Eddie was always taught to be a bad little boy and he could never be bad enough, as all children though Eddie was pure and good he was a sweet little boy that helped old ladies across the street when he was five, but then would get belted for being helpful to a meaningless being.
Eddie tried to be bad and tried to make his parents proud only he never seemed to pull it off; they always found something wrong with him. So when he was ten he decided to do the opposite and purposely piss them off. He was sweet to his house elves and even convinced his parents for a long time that he was going to end up being a squib, something that was shudder worthy to them. Now he’s back for his sixth year, so let the games begin.
He hates his parents and will do just about anything if it means they’ll be miserable. He rarely behaves appropriately, which is another bit of karma for his parents. After years and years of mortification at dinner parties due to Eddie and his wild antics they began to instead confine him to his room when they had guests over. Eddie made his parents proud for the first and only time, by making it into Slytherin, but their pride was soon squashed by the fear that he was now out on his own where people a power could see and interact with him without their watchful eyes on him, a terrifying thought. Eddie’s career at hogwart’s is essentially a smattering of detentions and wicked words delivered with a swoon worthy devilish smile. The boys got charm and can almost make people forget they’re being insulted, he popular with the ladies and has had a couple short lived relationships.
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
CAROLINE.
RP EXPERIENCE:
ABOUT FOUR OR SO YEARS
OTHER CHARACTERS:
N/A.
SAMPLE POST:
Mini sat with her knees to her chest, looking out to the lake under a large green tree, she held a letter from home more of the usual subliminal we hate you anecdotes ‘why couldn’t you have gotten in to beauxbatons, even durmstrang would be better, have you outgrown your awkward phase?, have you made up for you inadequacy in magic with beauty?’ good old mom, as much as she was used to her mother and father’s disappointment it still caused her to get a little hurt. It was funny how her parents were so good at underestimating her, they seemed to have the idea that she was bad at it. in reality she was quite good her first day she picked it all up fairly quickly, unfortunately she hadn’t made friends as quickly.
Everything at Hogwarts was different than she’d imagined, it was a magical place yes, but lonely. She thought she might know someone here, but apparently there weren’t very many witches and wizards in good old Edinburg Scotland. As much as Mini liked being unique she wished it didn’t feel so true. Her golden locks blew in the breeze, it was quite picturesque a lanky, thin girl with skin the color of snow crumpled up on the ground; a tiny white blip against the already gorgeous magical lake. Nothing is ever as it seems though is it. she thought Hogwarts was going to be the best time of her life, time away from her controlling parents, away from being told by family friends that it’s a pity she’ll never be a beautiful as her mother and what it must do to her confidence. In reality Mini never gave much thought to her looks, she didn’t think she was anything special, she was only eleven after all, but to have people tell her she wasn’t pretty all the time did take its toll.
She knew that your day at Hogwarts would be lonely and possibly quite scary for some, but no one seemed to react to her well, all the first years she’d talked to just thought she was strange. She may be strange, but at least she’s not boring. Everyone was so afraid of getting in trouble to have any fun. With a sigh she dropped the letter next to her. She hugged her legs for a moment, as lonely as she was at Hogwarts she was lonelier at home, she never lived up to her mother’s beauty and her father’s cruelty, she didn’t fit in with them. A group of fifth years laughed behind her, they punched each other’s arms and shouted joyfully, they caught her staring and made faces at her. She looked back to the lake hugging her knees closer.
Everything was different when she was younger, in day care kids would come up and say hi to everyone and everyone in the room was your friend. So young and naïve, silly kids she thought stupid silly kids. then you got older and everyone was afraid of having to be friends with you if they even looked at you pleasantly. She’d write a letter to her folks saying she was having a blast and had a billion friends, even if it wasn’t true it’d kill them that she was having such a great time. Boredom was a terrible affliction one that Mini wasn’t gonna stand for, she wasn’t a boring person and couldn’t be bored.
Standing up she walked toward the lake slipped off her dirty bright green converse sneakers and continued into the water, it was surprisingly freezing considering it was fairly warm weather, she shuttered slightly before sitting down submerging her shoulders in the cold water, she squealed lightly and giggled hysterically. Who knew that freezing cold lake water was such a great pick me up; she’d always liked the cold it made her feel free and clear of all scrutiny everyone felt cold the same way, she didn’t feel so alone when she thought about that..
Everything at Hogwarts was different than she’d imagined, it was a magical place yes, but lonely. She thought she might know someone here, but apparently there weren’t very many witches and wizards in good old Edinburg Scotland. As much as Mini liked being unique she wished it didn’t feel so true. Her golden locks blew in the breeze, it was quite picturesque a lanky, thin girl with skin the color of snow crumpled up on the ground; a tiny white blip against the already gorgeous magical lake. Nothing is ever as it seems though is it. she thought Hogwarts was going to be the best time of her life, time away from her controlling parents, away from being told by family friends that it’s a pity she’ll never be a beautiful as her mother and what it must do to her confidence. In reality Mini never gave much thought to her looks, she didn’t think she was anything special, she was only eleven after all, but to have people tell her she wasn’t pretty all the time did take its toll.
She knew that your day at Hogwarts would be lonely and possibly quite scary for some, but no one seemed to react to her well, all the first years she’d talked to just thought she was strange. She may be strange, but at least she’s not boring. Everyone was so afraid of getting in trouble to have any fun. With a sigh she dropped the letter next to her. She hugged her legs for a moment, as lonely as she was at Hogwarts she was lonelier at home, she never lived up to her mother’s beauty and her father’s cruelty, she didn’t fit in with them. A group of fifth years laughed behind her, they punched each other’s arms and shouted joyfully, they caught her staring and made faces at her. She looked back to the lake hugging her knees closer.
Everything was different when she was younger, in day care kids would come up and say hi to everyone and everyone in the room was your friend. So young and naïve, silly kids she thought stupid silly kids. then you got older and everyone was afraid of having to be friends with you if they even looked at you pleasantly. She’d write a letter to her folks saying she was having a blast and had a billion friends, even if it wasn’t true it’d kill them that she was having such a great time. Boredom was a terrible affliction one that Mini wasn’t gonna stand for, she wasn’t a boring person and couldn’t be bored.
Standing up she walked toward the lake slipped off her dirty bright green converse sneakers and continued into the water, it was surprisingly freezing considering it was fairly warm weather, she shuttered slightly before sitting down submerging her shoulders in the cold water, she squealed lightly and giggled hysterically. Who knew that freezing cold lake water was such a great pick me up; she’d always liked the cold it made her feel free and clear of all scrutiny everyone felt cold the same way, she didn’t feel so alone when she thought about that..
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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