Post by Brent Yaxley on Jun 23, 2013 20:17:52 GMT
Brent Louis Yaxley
Hey there! The name is Natalie and I am 19. I have been roleplaying for about six/seven years. The other character I have on here is Ophelia Rookwood. The character that this application is for is a canon. Now to the character information!
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[nick names] brenters (not that you'd call him it unless you're his sister).
[age] twenty one.
[birthday] march 5th.
[portrayor] tyler hoechlin.
[school] hogwarts graduate.
[house] slytherin.
[blood status] pure.
[significant other] complicated/arranged engagement with tiffany lestrange (we're keeping that, sarah?)
[friends] he WAS friends with thorfinn (but they fell out because of brent being a psycho, so idk?)
[background] english.
[speaks] english/french.
[eye colour] brown.
[hair colour] brown.
[height] 6'3.
[tattoos] one on his back.
[orientation] heterosexual.
[parents] zebulon & letitia yaxley.
[siblings] loretta yaxley [seventeen].
[wand] length: thirteen inches. | core: dragon heartstring. | wood: yew.
[patronus] wolf.
[boggart] his sister, dead.
[smoke/drink] both.
[pets] zula (a raven).
[random facts]
- extreamly temprimental
- sociopath qualities
- uses people as his personal punchbag: tiffany lestrange and ophelia rookwood in particular, claiming he likes how they both fight back.
- cold blooded killer
- gets twitchy when he hasn't killed in a while
- comes from a wealthy family
- he's a loner
- spends a lot of time sneaking/sitting in corners
- likes sitting by a roaring fire with a glass of whiskey and a book
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RP Sample:
Brent raised a finger ushering silence from his younger sister. "No, Lor-" he practically growled, his upper lip curling as his blood slowly started to boil. "I'm leaving now so just be a good little girl and go back to school-" His voice was harsh as Loretta started to protest. Soon he found his hand raised in the air seconds away from throwing a punch. The fear in her wide blue eyes brought him back down as he exhaled heavily, hand dropping to his side as his knuckles tightened into a tight ball. His sister, he wouldn't lay a finger on her. Exhaling again he closed his eyes for a moment before whipping around so fast his cloak almost tangled around his legs. Brent moved a couple of inches, rocking on the balls of his feet as he reached for a tatty old book with one hand, with his other he secured his wand in his pocket and with a pop he disapparated from the room leaving his younger sibling there, he didn't have time to fight with her, he had work to do..
annnnd he was voted 3rd on sexist males list (must be the abs). You're welcome, tiff. 
just watching teen wolf and chillin in bed. so yeah, anyways, switching to phe to *finally* reply. 
