Post by Mace Marsden on Jul 13, 2013 20:11:56 GMT
MACE DUNCAN MARSDEN
Hey there! The name is Natalie and I am 19. I have been roleplaying for about six/seven years. The other characters I have on here are Ophelia Rookwood, Brent Yaxley and Loretta Yaxley. The character that this application is for is a OC. Now to the character information!
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[Name]
Mace Duncan Marsden
[Nick Names]
Marsden (Although he detests being called it, so unless you want to see his bad side it's advisable against calling him it)
[Name Meaning & Origin]
Mace: Gift Of God [Middle English]
Duncan: Dark warrior; Brown fighter [Scottish & Gaelic]
Marsden: Swampy Valley [Old English]
[Pronounced]
Mace- m(a)-ce, mayce
Duncan- DUN-kin
Marsden- m(a)-rs-den, mar-sden
[Age]
17
[Birthday]
22nd March
[Portrayor]
Colton Haynes
[School]
Hogwarts
[Year]
Seventh
[House]
Gryffindor
[Blood Status]
Pure
[Significant Other]
N/A Mace doesn't date
[Background]
English
[Speaks]
English
Italian (although its very rare you'll hear him as he normally mutters it under his breath)
[Eye colour]
Blue
[Hair colour]
Brown
[Height]
6'1
[Orientation]
Heterosexual
[Occupation]
Student
[Parents]
Russ Marsden
Louise Marsden [Formally West] [Deceased]
[Sibs]
Matthew Marsden [Deceased]
[Wand]
13 Inches, Hippogriff Talon Core, Yew.
[Animagus]
N/A
[Smoke/Drink]
Smoke (Very un-occasionally, to clear his head, yet its very unlikely he'll do it infront of people)
Drink (Yes but only at night and on weekends. Never between lessons, and he doesn't get totally smashed)
[Boggart]
His father (he's a scary guy)
[Fave. Magical Creature]
Dragon
[Random Facts]
Mace isnt your typical Gryffindor as he's charming and witty, with the gift of the gab. Yet a Gryffindor due to his bravery and loyalty
He doesn't believe in relationships
He has a thing for getting the female population to cheat on their significant other
He wears contact lenses & occasionally reading glasses (but its very occasional)
Normally chewing on sugar quills in lessons.
Has philophobia (fear of falling in love or being in love)
He does attend his lessons and he's not actually a bad person
He wont discuss family
His father is the keeper/captain of the Montrose Magpies Quiddich team
He's sometimes featured in Witch Weekly, thanks to his fathers fame
Although he is naturally talented at quiddich and the Gryffindor team would be lucky to have him he doesn't play for the school team
His father is the keeper/captain of the Montrose Magpies Quiddich team
He's sometimes featured in Witch Weekly, thanks to his fathers fame
Although he is naturally talented at quiddich and the Gryffindor team would be lucky to have him he doesn't play for the school team
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RP Sample:
Mace walked into the great hall, the gum in his mouth popping against his tongue as he did, giving him minty fresh breath. He scratched at the back of his neck before stretching his arms out in front of him. One hand was occupied with a thick brown book, the other hung loosely, his fingers free to run through his hair, ruffling it a little. Scanning the hall he popped his gum against his tongue once more before spotting Tiff.
Smirk covering his face he wandered over, his Gryffindor tie hung loosely around his neck, his robes no where in sight, but rather, he'd opted for a v neck jumper, supporting the familiar Gryffindor emblem and showing his crisp white shirt underneath it, the top few buttons open. His sleeves were rolled up to around his elbow, showing off how toned the bottom half of his arms were, not to mention his bicep muscles that caused his jumper to tighten in just the right place.
Upon reaching where Tiff was sat, the seventh year slid onto the bench, perching next to her, his signature smell following him around. Of course he had a signature smell, he was Mace Marsden, he had his reputation to uphold. Popping his gum once more he grinned slightly at her, his head tilting as he pulled forward one of her books, his own now placed beside him on the bench. "Dandy." He spoke, finally, his head turning to look at her, "you?" He questioned and glanced over her book he'd pulled forward.
It was kind of weird, how well Mace seemed to get along with people, he couldn't really care less which house you were in as long as you were female and willing to hop on him whenever he wanted, well that and his spectacular wit and charm that he had going for him. He was easy going and his looks certainly helped him when it came to making friends in the other houses. Of course there were the odd few (ie: Slytherins) that had their house pride stuck up their ass, but most of them seemed pretty chill with him, not to mention his wonderful tendency to get people to hop into bed with him.
Loosening his tie, the male exhaled softly and picked his own book up before dropping it in front of him. Something from the restricted section that was covered in dust, like it hadn't been touched in centuries. "Defence Against' Dark Arts" He said as he opened the book, flicking through it, stopping somewhere in the middle.
Mace walked into the great hall, the gum in his mouth popping against his tongue as he did, giving him minty fresh breath. He scratched at the back of his neck before stretching his arms out in front of him. One hand was occupied with a thick brown book, the other hung loosely, his fingers free to run through his hair, ruffling it a little. Scanning the hall he popped his gum against his tongue once more before spotting Tiff.
Smirk covering his face he wandered over, his Gryffindor tie hung loosely around his neck, his robes no where in sight, but rather, he'd opted for a v neck jumper, supporting the familiar Gryffindor emblem and showing his crisp white shirt underneath it, the top few buttons open. His sleeves were rolled up to around his elbow, showing off how toned the bottom half of his arms were, not to mention his bicep muscles that caused his jumper to tighten in just the right place.
Upon reaching where Tiff was sat, the seventh year slid onto the bench, perching next to her, his signature smell following him around. Of course he had a signature smell, he was Mace Marsden, he had his reputation to uphold. Popping his gum once more he grinned slightly at her, his head tilting as he pulled forward one of her books, his own now placed beside him on the bench. "Dandy." He spoke, finally, his head turning to look at her, "you?" He questioned and glanced over her book he'd pulled forward.
It was kind of weird, how well Mace seemed to get along with people, he couldn't really care less which house you were in as long as you were female and willing to hop on him whenever he wanted, well that and his spectacular wit and charm that he had going for him. He was easy going and his looks certainly helped him when it came to making friends in the other houses. Of course there were the odd few (ie: Slytherins) that had their house pride stuck up their ass, but most of them seemed pretty chill with him, not to mention his wonderful tendency to get people to hop into bed with him.
Loosening his tie, the male exhaled softly and picked his own book up before dropping it in front of him. Something from the restricted section that was covered in dust, like it hadn't been touched in centuries. "Defence Against' Dark Arts" He said as he opened the book, flicking through it, stopping somewhere in the middle.
