Post by Marcus O'Conner on May 16, 2012 17:26:25 GMT -5
Character Name:
Marcus O'Conner
Year At Hogwarts:
Sixth
Least Favorite House:
"They're just houses mate."
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?
He normally wakes up later than others in his dorm, not one who values morning much. Tends to skip breakfast all together, favoring something to munch on the way to class. He keeps decent grades, nothing to write home about, and when given enough incentive manages to bring them up to well above average. Most of his free time is spent with his friends though he does have his little monthly excursions that change all of that.
Describe your character's personality:
No one is telling me the speed I should be travelling...>>
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Marcus can be stubborn to a fault, refusing to acknowledge that he's wrong and set in his ways. It's a side effect of having been raised the way he was, though he isn't sure it's always a bad thing. Sure, he’s headstrong, and that can get him into trouble sometimes. But it’s saved his ass on more than one occasion and helped improve his grade a good many times as well. There’s nothing wrong with knowing when you’re right and not being afraid to pursue it. And maybe he goes just a step over just knowing he’s right sometimes and gets too bogged down in his own way but he’s not nearly so prideful as to not admit when he’s been proven wrong- albeit grudgingly. Once he gets a certain goal or train of thought locked within the cerebral cortex of his brain though it’s a set course that takes more than just a gentle nudging to get him off of it. It is something he recognizes though, and something he does his best to avoid getting too far into. With the stubbornness of course comes the confidence, something he’s never lacked in publically. While he has his own list of insecurities just as any teenage boy would they never make an appearance when he’s in a public foray. He’s aware that he’s attractive and aware that there’s a good deal of brain behind the pretty aesthetics as well, which can sometimes come across as arrogant. Not that it isn’t deserved. It isn’t meant in the demeaning, ugly way that most who claim the attribute use it though rather just another facet of his personality.
So watch me take the lead, yeah…>>
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Ambitious. And no, not in the way that his mother is, or the way that many of the pureblood elite seem to be. He has no interest in climbing social ladders or eclipsing other wizards with means of trickery and torture- that was never his scene. He’s ambitious when it comes to his brain though because whether he ever admits or showcases it he’s a huge closet nerd. He loves learning in almost all forms, loves finding something new to apply his brain to, to test himself on. It was probably this very quality that assured his sorting ending the way it had with his family’s usual inclination and legacy. He’s incredibly intelligent and he knows how to best use that to his advantage and when and when not to push the limits with it. He has every intention of going somewhere with all of this, every intention of escaping his heritage and legacy and the rest of it and actually doing something with his life that he feels is worthwhile- though he has as of yet to figure out exactly what that is. And maybe in part his ambition is helped by the fact that he’s so driven, so determined. He has a general idea of where he wants to be in life and has every intention of getting there, regardless of the cost.
There is an engine in my body… With every beat it lets me breathe…>>
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Marcus feels the majority of the time as if he’s living several separate lives, not just the one or two that he’s seen his classmates struggle with as equally- but rather as if he’s torn into five or six people. He’s got to be one way at home, one way around his mother, one way at school around his professors, another around his friends, and a whole different beast entirely when he’s around Osi. Added to the fact that he’s actually got a beast that’s taken residence within him and you’re due for a whole mix of surprises. Fractured though he may be he’s still whole, still very much alive and vibrant. Marcus radiates life in much the same way that an engine radiates heat after running for so long, it pours off of him in shears and only continues to grow the longer your around him. Full of life some would say, but he knows that a good part of it can be attributed to the wolf within him. Just as he knows that he wouldn’t be the same person he was today without his monthly escape. The running, he lives for the running. The speed and the distance, and the ability to get away from it all. Because when you run fast enough it’s almost as if you’re flying, the ground stripping away beneath you as your paws hit the packed earth. How could he know what living was without it? How could he be as ‘full of life’ without that asset of himself?
Have you ever been fake for the sake of saving face?...>>
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There are a lot of things to be said about Marcus but nowhere among the list of them is fake. Marcus may not be the loudest or the most boisterous boy in the school but that doesn’t mean that he pretends to be something he isn’t… for anyone. He’s very upfront about what he does and doesn’t believe when asked, and when around friends does more than his share of the talking. It doesn’t matter what ‘part’ of him is most visible at the moment his core doesn’t ever really change… maybe that’s one reason why his mother dislikes him so much. He’s generally a nice guy, if somewhat of a smartass, and tends to gravitate towards similarly minded people. Although his collection of friends stems a good way away from that as well. Although he can be snarky for the most part the only time that it becomes ugly is when he’s not fond of the person its directed towards.
A sample of your RPing:
She hadn’t thought to catch what their conversation had been before she’d come up, she hadn’t thought to approach slow enough to catch the words. It showed how nervous she was, even if it didn’t come across to those around her. She’d been afraid that he’d bring someone with him, despite the fact that he’d claimed the single laugh at their last meeting, it was still a worry… one she hadn’t fully acknowledged until she was standing beside him and noting the absence of the phantom other woman. Maybe she hadn’t been too vague with her request, or maybe he’d just assumed the same that she had. The fact that he used her full name though… that was slightly off putting, though she hadn’t done much in way of greeting him either. She just wasn’t sure how she was supposed to go about it. It was easy to greet someone the way that society dictated, easy to do so professionally… but he didn’t fit into those rules, and she found herself lost- floundering. Her smile kept in place though, despite the strange feeling inside the core of her stomach. It helped that the vampire across from her was someone she felt somewhat comfortable around though, and her lips flickered slightly as she responded. It was nice to see someone in the crowd who she didn’t have any professional dealings with, especially given her species. Her gaze landed more fully on her date as she introduced him, eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the man more fully. There had been a small twinge of recognition when she had approached, though her eyes had been otherwise engaged. Although now that she had Robert beside her the familiar soothing presence was beginning to center her more, and the twinge of recognition was growing stronger. Tristan… Not Tristan Stravos? The social smile was instantaneous, bred into her from years of practice. Did she know Tristan? Well if it was the Tristan she was thinking of then yes, though not for years. Her eyes ran over his face, picking out the familiar features with ease though it had been years. How she’d missed it when she’d first walked up she didn’t know. He still had the same basic facial construction, although there was a good deal more … hair. Her lips twitched as the nervousness returned tenfold. Tristan had said something about the appetizers, she’d almost missed the entirety of the exchange, though she managed to review it within her memory easily enough as she nodded in response to his words, and eyebrow arching as she tilted her head. “Tristan wouldn’t happen to be Stravos would it?” Just because she happened to have a memory for faces and vocal patterns didn’t mean that there wasn’t room for error, even if she doubted it. “I do have an eye for the help,” her eyes slid to the man at her side as she smiled the subtle teasing beneath her words gentle. “I don’t remember hiring this one though,” the sarcasm was just as teasing as the last remark had been.
He did fit the profile that they had searched for; he was far prettier than those they had selected though- although it could just as easily be her prejudice on the matter speaking. She felt… awkward. Like an octopus. She had too many metaphorical legs here and no idea how to handle all of them gracefully. If Tristan was really the Stravos she was thinking of then it meant she’d kissed two of this group of four- the only two males in the group period. Although admittedly they were at different times entirely, years between. Of course karma would have it that they be friends though, it was just her luck. She almost turned a glare onto Robert for having not mentioned him, though it wasn’t as if they had been speaking until recently. She had to remind herself that they had lost touch as well. Same as her long-lost boyfriend standing across from her. She’d lost touch with him after he’d graduated, though also admittedly theirs hadn’t been a public affair. Affair sounded sordid. She bit back a sigh as she turned her eyes to Roberto, the urge to touch him almost overwhelming. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t playing her part well enough. She just felt… out of place somehow, and it felt as if more than half of it had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t touching him. Which made next to no sense, because she had been holding the social graces up just fine for the past however long it was since she’d entered the room without him at her side. Now that he was standing here though, within touching distance… and now that she was aware it was her ex standing across from her with the friend she’d managed to make in the underworld areas… She needed his palm in hers, and his hands were in the pockets of his pants. She turned her gaze back to the couple before them with a grin at Kea’s declaration though, the emotion behind it genuine. “Not to play boring hostess again, but we do have excellent drinks around the room, and dancing is always encouraged. Howeverrrr,” she drew the last word out, her eyes straying to Kea’s, “I would strongly advise the emptying of wallets seeing that I am supposed to be promoting the event.” Even if she wasn’t going to be wholeheartedly doing so- she was sure they’d pull in plenty of proceeds from those giving money upfront at the door alone. There was always one check that outweighed all of the others anyways, though her grandmother was never forthcoming with whom it was from… She cast the thought aside as she threw herself back into the present atmosphere, attempting to ignore the strange fluttering taking place in her abdomen.
Without putting too much more thought into it she let her fingers breach the distance between their two bodies, her fingers tugging on the ends of his jacket sleeve in silent question, not pausing to wonder if he would get it. Not that she needed to, she’d barely finished the soft pull before his hand was releasing itself from the confines of his pocket and meeting the air, her palm sliding along his easily as her fingers found the familiar route between his as they intertwined. The smile that broke across her lips was instantaneous, the sudden stillness within her stomach almost dizzying in retrospect. Grounded. That’s what she had needed; it was silly that she hadn’t reached for him when she’d first walked up, other than the touch on his sleeve. But the phantom date had still hung between them and she was… just awkward. Which was new. Something that wasn’t entirely bad she was beginning to find, although she could do without the social ineptness that she had found the past few moments. She was far too used to being in control of social situations, she liked being in control of social situations. “Looks like I better enjoy tonight as it may be the last night off I have for the next month or so.” Work related? The question sprung to mind instantly and she had to bite her tongue to keep from uttering it aloud. “Better get those dances in then,” her suggestion was genuine; she had every intention of getting as many as possible in with Robert. Not only because it meant that she got to keep him to herself- although she was enjoying watching his and Tristan’s interaction, even if it was slightly disconcerting- but because it implied that she wouldn’t have any need to break the contact that was currently centering her. Among other reasons she was sure, though not all of them were as of yet clear. Her lips tilted slightly at that, eyes going to survey the dancing couples with a small smile, no small amount of pride swelling within her at the sight. She had created this; she had been the one who had orchestrated the majority of what everyone was currently viewing. Whether they were impressed or not- she was sure there was more than one person who didn’t find it to their specific tastes, but it was supposed to stand with tradition while also servicing the majority of those who attended, and she couldn’t help feeling like she’d accomplished that. Maybe things were a little more old fashioned in some aspects than the younger crowd would appreciate, but she’d always enjoyed that aspect of this Gala in particular. Her gaze ran over the line that was still queuing in front of her grandmother, appreciating their finery before she froze, the smile sliding from her face.
The brown eyes that met hers were cold, freezing her in her place as they stared her down, the bland expression on the lined face in which they were held betraying nothing. The eyes though… furious. It was an emotion she rarely saw in the elder woman’s eyes, the fury rarely ever directed at her especially. She could feel it though and she knew exactly what it was aimed at, the responding anger leaping within her chest and burning through her ribs. Betrayal didn’t even begin to cover half of it. What had started as hurt and anger had morphed, had grown, and she couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed her lips in response, her back straightening under the scrutiny as she purposefully turned her face back to the companions she was with now, her fingers tightening slightly upon those within her grip, drawing the emotional strength from within them. The anger still leapt about within her, the urge to confront the Lady still pounding away within her skull, but it was easier to bear than it would have been otherwise. Besides, she had to remind herself that there would be time for that later. She had worked for months on putting all of this together and ensuring the seamless transitions. She would be damned if she would miss out on it because of the other woman’s spite. For anyone’s spite. She squashed the urge to look for the other venomous woman at whom her ire was directed towards, refusing to rise to the bait. She was sure Roberto’s mother was in here somewhere to. Just as she was equally sure her grandmother was still staring daggers in her direction, she could feel them piercing against her skin even as she worked at calming herself.
Important word from rules:
-ACCEPTED
And just for our own curiosity, how did you hear about us?
The lovely, lovely mad madam NIM! --- Oh, I mean of course Cams. <3
Marcus O'Conner
Year At Hogwarts:
Sixth
Least Favorite House:
"They're just houses mate."
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?
He normally wakes up later than others in his dorm, not one who values morning much. Tends to skip breakfast all together, favoring something to munch on the way to class. He keeps decent grades, nothing to write home about, and when given enough incentive manages to bring them up to well above average. Most of his free time is spent with his friends though he does have his little monthly excursions that change all of that.
Describe your character's personality:
No one is telling me the speed I should be travelling...>>
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Marcus can be stubborn to a fault, refusing to acknowledge that he's wrong and set in his ways. It's a side effect of having been raised the way he was, though he isn't sure it's always a bad thing. Sure, he’s headstrong, and that can get him into trouble sometimes. But it’s saved his ass on more than one occasion and helped improve his grade a good many times as well. There’s nothing wrong with knowing when you’re right and not being afraid to pursue it. And maybe he goes just a step over just knowing he’s right sometimes and gets too bogged down in his own way but he’s not nearly so prideful as to not admit when he’s been proven wrong- albeit grudgingly. Once he gets a certain goal or train of thought locked within the cerebral cortex of his brain though it’s a set course that takes more than just a gentle nudging to get him off of it. It is something he recognizes though, and something he does his best to avoid getting too far into. With the stubbornness of course comes the confidence, something he’s never lacked in publically. While he has his own list of insecurities just as any teenage boy would they never make an appearance when he’s in a public foray. He’s aware that he’s attractive and aware that there’s a good deal of brain behind the pretty aesthetics as well, which can sometimes come across as arrogant. Not that it isn’t deserved. It isn’t meant in the demeaning, ugly way that most who claim the attribute use it though rather just another facet of his personality.
So watch me take the lead, yeah…>>
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Ambitious. And no, not in the way that his mother is, or the way that many of the pureblood elite seem to be. He has no interest in climbing social ladders or eclipsing other wizards with means of trickery and torture- that was never his scene. He’s ambitious when it comes to his brain though because whether he ever admits or showcases it he’s a huge closet nerd. He loves learning in almost all forms, loves finding something new to apply his brain to, to test himself on. It was probably this very quality that assured his sorting ending the way it had with his family’s usual inclination and legacy. He’s incredibly intelligent and he knows how to best use that to his advantage and when and when not to push the limits with it. He has every intention of going somewhere with all of this, every intention of escaping his heritage and legacy and the rest of it and actually doing something with his life that he feels is worthwhile- though he has as of yet to figure out exactly what that is. And maybe in part his ambition is helped by the fact that he’s so driven, so determined. He has a general idea of where he wants to be in life and has every intention of getting there, regardless of the cost.
There is an engine in my body… With every beat it lets me breathe…>>
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Marcus feels the majority of the time as if he’s living several separate lives, not just the one or two that he’s seen his classmates struggle with as equally- but rather as if he’s torn into five or six people. He’s got to be one way at home, one way around his mother, one way at school around his professors, another around his friends, and a whole different beast entirely when he’s around Osi. Added to the fact that he’s actually got a beast that’s taken residence within him and you’re due for a whole mix of surprises. Fractured though he may be he’s still whole, still very much alive and vibrant. Marcus radiates life in much the same way that an engine radiates heat after running for so long, it pours off of him in shears and only continues to grow the longer your around him. Full of life some would say, but he knows that a good part of it can be attributed to the wolf within him. Just as he knows that he wouldn’t be the same person he was today without his monthly escape. The running, he lives for the running. The speed and the distance, and the ability to get away from it all. Because when you run fast enough it’s almost as if you’re flying, the ground stripping away beneath you as your paws hit the packed earth. How could he know what living was without it? How could he be as ‘full of life’ without that asset of himself?
Have you ever been fake for the sake of saving face?...>>
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There are a lot of things to be said about Marcus but nowhere among the list of them is fake. Marcus may not be the loudest or the most boisterous boy in the school but that doesn’t mean that he pretends to be something he isn’t… for anyone. He’s very upfront about what he does and doesn’t believe when asked, and when around friends does more than his share of the talking. It doesn’t matter what ‘part’ of him is most visible at the moment his core doesn’t ever really change… maybe that’s one reason why his mother dislikes him so much. He’s generally a nice guy, if somewhat of a smartass, and tends to gravitate towards similarly minded people. Although his collection of friends stems a good way away from that as well. Although he can be snarky for the most part the only time that it becomes ugly is when he’s not fond of the person its directed towards.
A sample of your RPing:
She hadn’t thought to catch what their conversation had been before she’d come up, she hadn’t thought to approach slow enough to catch the words. It showed how nervous she was, even if it didn’t come across to those around her. She’d been afraid that he’d bring someone with him, despite the fact that he’d claimed the single laugh at their last meeting, it was still a worry… one she hadn’t fully acknowledged until she was standing beside him and noting the absence of the phantom other woman. Maybe she hadn’t been too vague with her request, or maybe he’d just assumed the same that she had. The fact that he used her full name though… that was slightly off putting, though she hadn’t done much in way of greeting him either. She just wasn’t sure how she was supposed to go about it. It was easy to greet someone the way that society dictated, easy to do so professionally… but he didn’t fit into those rules, and she found herself lost- floundering. Her smile kept in place though, despite the strange feeling inside the core of her stomach. It helped that the vampire across from her was someone she felt somewhat comfortable around though, and her lips flickered slightly as she responded. It was nice to see someone in the crowd who she didn’t have any professional dealings with, especially given her species. Her gaze landed more fully on her date as she introduced him, eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the man more fully. There had been a small twinge of recognition when she had approached, though her eyes had been otherwise engaged. Although now that she had Robert beside her the familiar soothing presence was beginning to center her more, and the twinge of recognition was growing stronger. Tristan… Not Tristan Stravos? The social smile was instantaneous, bred into her from years of practice. Did she know Tristan? Well if it was the Tristan she was thinking of then yes, though not for years. Her eyes ran over his face, picking out the familiar features with ease though it had been years. How she’d missed it when she’d first walked up she didn’t know. He still had the same basic facial construction, although there was a good deal more … hair. Her lips twitched as the nervousness returned tenfold. Tristan had said something about the appetizers, she’d almost missed the entirety of the exchange, though she managed to review it within her memory easily enough as she nodded in response to his words, and eyebrow arching as she tilted her head. “Tristan wouldn’t happen to be Stravos would it?” Just because she happened to have a memory for faces and vocal patterns didn’t mean that there wasn’t room for error, even if she doubted it. “I do have an eye for the help,” her eyes slid to the man at her side as she smiled the subtle teasing beneath her words gentle. “I don’t remember hiring this one though,” the sarcasm was just as teasing as the last remark had been.
He did fit the profile that they had searched for; he was far prettier than those they had selected though- although it could just as easily be her prejudice on the matter speaking. She felt… awkward. Like an octopus. She had too many metaphorical legs here and no idea how to handle all of them gracefully. If Tristan was really the Stravos she was thinking of then it meant she’d kissed two of this group of four- the only two males in the group period. Although admittedly they were at different times entirely, years between. Of course karma would have it that they be friends though, it was just her luck. She almost turned a glare onto Robert for having not mentioned him, though it wasn’t as if they had been speaking until recently. She had to remind herself that they had lost touch as well. Same as her long-lost boyfriend standing across from her. She’d lost touch with him after he’d graduated, though also admittedly theirs hadn’t been a public affair. Affair sounded sordid. She bit back a sigh as she turned her eyes to Roberto, the urge to touch him almost overwhelming. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t playing her part well enough. She just felt… out of place somehow, and it felt as if more than half of it had to deal with the fact that she wasn’t touching him. Which made next to no sense, because she had been holding the social graces up just fine for the past however long it was since she’d entered the room without him at her side. Now that he was standing here though, within touching distance… and now that she was aware it was her ex standing across from her with the friend she’d managed to make in the underworld areas… She needed his palm in hers, and his hands were in the pockets of his pants. She turned her gaze back to the couple before them with a grin at Kea’s declaration though, the emotion behind it genuine. “Not to play boring hostess again, but we do have excellent drinks around the room, and dancing is always encouraged. Howeverrrr,” she drew the last word out, her eyes straying to Kea’s, “I would strongly advise the emptying of wallets seeing that I am supposed to be promoting the event.” Even if she wasn’t going to be wholeheartedly doing so- she was sure they’d pull in plenty of proceeds from those giving money upfront at the door alone. There was always one check that outweighed all of the others anyways, though her grandmother was never forthcoming with whom it was from… She cast the thought aside as she threw herself back into the present atmosphere, attempting to ignore the strange fluttering taking place in her abdomen.
Without putting too much more thought into it she let her fingers breach the distance between their two bodies, her fingers tugging on the ends of his jacket sleeve in silent question, not pausing to wonder if he would get it. Not that she needed to, she’d barely finished the soft pull before his hand was releasing itself from the confines of his pocket and meeting the air, her palm sliding along his easily as her fingers found the familiar route between his as they intertwined. The smile that broke across her lips was instantaneous, the sudden stillness within her stomach almost dizzying in retrospect. Grounded. That’s what she had needed; it was silly that she hadn’t reached for him when she’d first walked up, other than the touch on his sleeve. But the phantom date had still hung between them and she was… just awkward. Which was new. Something that wasn’t entirely bad she was beginning to find, although she could do without the social ineptness that she had found the past few moments. She was far too used to being in control of social situations, she liked being in control of social situations. “Looks like I better enjoy tonight as it may be the last night off I have for the next month or so.” Work related? The question sprung to mind instantly and she had to bite her tongue to keep from uttering it aloud. “Better get those dances in then,” her suggestion was genuine; she had every intention of getting as many as possible in with Robert. Not only because it meant that she got to keep him to herself- although she was enjoying watching his and Tristan’s interaction, even if it was slightly disconcerting- but because it implied that she wouldn’t have any need to break the contact that was currently centering her. Among other reasons she was sure, though not all of them were as of yet clear. Her lips tilted slightly at that, eyes going to survey the dancing couples with a small smile, no small amount of pride swelling within her at the sight. She had created this; she had been the one who had orchestrated the majority of what everyone was currently viewing. Whether they were impressed or not- she was sure there was more than one person who didn’t find it to their specific tastes, but it was supposed to stand with tradition while also servicing the majority of those who attended, and she couldn’t help feeling like she’d accomplished that. Maybe things were a little more old fashioned in some aspects than the younger crowd would appreciate, but she’d always enjoyed that aspect of this Gala in particular. Her gaze ran over the line that was still queuing in front of her grandmother, appreciating their finery before she froze, the smile sliding from her face.
The brown eyes that met hers were cold, freezing her in her place as they stared her down, the bland expression on the lined face in which they were held betraying nothing. The eyes though… furious. It was an emotion she rarely saw in the elder woman’s eyes, the fury rarely ever directed at her especially. She could feel it though and she knew exactly what it was aimed at, the responding anger leaping within her chest and burning through her ribs. Betrayal didn’t even begin to cover half of it. What had started as hurt and anger had morphed, had grown, and she couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed her lips in response, her back straightening under the scrutiny as she purposefully turned her face back to the companions she was with now, her fingers tightening slightly upon those within her grip, drawing the emotional strength from within them. The anger still leapt about within her, the urge to confront the Lady still pounding away within her skull, but it was easier to bear than it would have been otherwise. Besides, she had to remind herself that there would be time for that later. She had worked for months on putting all of this together and ensuring the seamless transitions. She would be damned if she would miss out on it because of the other woman’s spite. For anyone’s spite. She squashed the urge to look for the other venomous woman at whom her ire was directed towards, refusing to rise to the bait. She was sure Roberto’s mother was in here somewhere to. Just as she was equally sure her grandmother was still staring daggers in her direction, she could feel them piercing against her skin even as she worked at calming herself.
Important word from rules:
-ACCEPTED
And just for our own curiosity, how did you hear about us?
The lovely, lovely mad madam NIM! --- Oh, I mean of course Cams. <3
