Post by Skylar Bennett on Dec 24, 2007 22:33:53 GMT -5
Skylar Bennett
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As far as I'm concerned, You're just another picture to burn.
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As far as I'm concerned, You're just another picture to burn.
{ A Witch is born
Name: Skylar Justin Bennett
Nickname: Skylar, and on occasion Justin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Good or Evil: Good
Canon or original: Canon
Face Claim: Alex Pettyfer
{ Who you are
Hair: Skylar has Blonde hair
Eyes: Skylar has Leaf Green eyes.
Skin: Some people would consider him tan, he however doesn't agree with it.
Height: Skylar stands at about 5'6", not very tall eh?
Weight: Skylar weighs about 130 pounds, that is what you get from eating salad everyday.
Scars: N/A
Birthmarks: N/A
Piercings: None, he doesn't like the idea of them.
Tattoos: None
Other: Nothing at all...
{ Who you have become
Likes:
- Reading
- Writing
- Poetry
- Fruit
- Magic
- Swimming
- Mythology, even though most of it is real.
- His Friends
- His Family
- Talking (He talks a mile a minute.)
- Spells
- Creating his own Spells
Dislikes:
- Demons
- The Source
- Demonic Powers
- Vegetables
- Teachers
- Work
- Dogs
- Amphibians
- Silence
- Writer's Cramp
Goals:
- To stop Global Warming
- Pass School with flying colors
- To bring World Peace
- To bring all people money
Fears:
- Spiders
- Snakes
- Toads
- Most Bugs
- His Old Math Teacher.
Personality:
Skylar, to start off with is a very outgoing person, often putting other people before herself, as this was what he was taught to do by his parents. He, also is a very loyal person, always making time for his friends and family. However, some friends may disagree with this, as they may be put behind so he may talk to his parents and whatnot.
He is also a brave person, usually standing up for himself, in fights and battles. He however, could never stare something like Death in the face. 1) It would be utterly wrong. 2) He'd run, as he fears death itself. Though, he won't let this take over his emotions. He however, has a very bad flaw, usually having too much Pride to swallow, or always thinking better of himself than some others.
Patience isn't one of his virtues, if he has any. He's a smart aleck and you're bound to know it by the time he's through with you. An overachiever when it comes to school, he's been accepted to three Ivy league schools though he probably won't attend any of them in favor of Elon. He, being mostly a group person, doesn't show off, therefore. You won't see him doing Football or any of that sort.
It just goes to show how much you really know about a person. Am I wrong?
{ How you came to be
Parents: Hannah Mitchell & Chase Bennett
Siblings: None.
Other: None
Pets: None
History:
Skylar was born on July 21st to Gary and Delana South. However, growing up through the years, he achieved something his mother thought he wouldn't. His mother was a witch you see. Obtaining _______ from his bloodline was a special gift indeed. Especially because his father was a mortal. However, this did not effect him going to school and making friends, as nobody knew but his parents and little brother.
He attended a regular school, with regular kids. And made friends through the years of Elementary School. However, some friends moved away, just causing hurt and pain to all of their closer friends and relatives. Though, he learned to shake it off, because his mother told him that if he kept it with him, it would make his powers go haywire.
Turning 15 was a hard thing to do for him though. Why you ask? Well, for starters, being a teenager was already hard enough, and extending from that, this would be the year where he would take his Driver's Test, determining whether he could have his temps or not. He, durprisingly passed, but only one point less and he would've failed. What luck huh?
Now, at age 19. He has just graduated school, and is working on his application for college. But, he is having second thoughts about it, as he might wish to stay home to protect innocence from Demons, and Demonic related things.
{ Behind the Magic
Name: Bryan
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Experience: 2-ish years.
Ways to contact you: PM me. I don't like handing out my E-Mail
How you found us: Hogwarts: Fatal Errors
the admin loves: Sure Do
Character Title: The Peaceful One
Rp Sample: {This is from a Harry Potter site, on which I play Ronald Weasley.}
"Oh sorry." came the voice of the one and only Ronald Weasley. He looked the girl over that was not far from her. "Are you a Weasley?" he asked her, not able to tell. "Because you never really know anymore." he said heaving a huge sigh. Watching as the kid spoured into the Great Hall. He looked at the open Double Oak Doors into which kids were still struggling to get through, he let out a small chuckle at the sight of it. Then seeing the girl with a pencil and pad. "What're you drawing if I may ask?" he asked her. Not able to tell from his distance. He sat down on the same step as the other girl, and watched the smaller and younger kids.
He looked back to the girl. "I'm Ronald by the way. Ronald Weasley." he said with a small grin. "And judging by your height. Your a Seventh Year aren't you?" he asked her. He looked behind him, as he thought he had heard somebody else coming down the stairs, but only to realize nobody had been there. "Ron, pull yourself together." he said to himself. Watching as Sir Nick passed by them. "Hello Sir Nicholas!" he called out. Knowing it had been a bad idea as he would have no idea who it was. "Hello, might I ask Who're you?" he had asked him. "Forget it. Okay, just forget about it." Ron had replied. Sir Nick turned his head, and floated through the wall to the Great Hall.
"I can't stand this. Because there are two of everybody going around. Watch when Godric Gryffindor shows up himself." he said in a sarcastic tone, talking to nobody in particular. Just ranting on and on about something nobody would probably even comprehend. He pulled out his wand and began thinking of random spells, curses, hexes, and charms to help him in any way. And realized none would help at this point. He was starting to get furious. He conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing. Venting your feelings was not a good thing, but writing them out could help in many many ways. Especially right about now when he couldn't figure out what was going on. He scratched furiously at the parchment, dotting everything with such anger it almost punctured the paper.
He let out a large sigh once he was done. Folding it up and putting it into his right pocket. "That's better." he said again to no one in particular. He looked over the girl's shoulder to see the drawing, noticing somebody smiling at the kids who were passing his ghost-like figure, and then realized it was the Great Hall. He watched as her hand moved over the paper swiftly, forming different shapes and forms in which would probably be the children. He looked at the ghost-like figure once more, trying to make out it's face, only then realizing it was his brother Fred. He gasped at it, as he wasn't dead. But in the picture it resembled him as a ghost. "If I may ask. Is that Fred Weasley? That ghostly figure right there?" he asked pointing to it.
He brushed a few bangs out of the way of his vision to behind his ears, and scanned the Entrance Hall. Only a few kids including themselves were there. A few laughing fairly loud. And then there were the quiet ones, unlike himself, a she could never stay quiet. He was always the one breaking the silence. Never starting it. He raised his wand once more, trying to think of something. Now, only if he had a Calming Draught. Things would probably be going better than this, when he was about to start blowing steam out of his ears as Harry had done from eating a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean in thirs year. Or when he had eaten one of them and started roaring like a lion. Things like that could resemble him now.
He pulled out the piece of parchment, looking at all the smeared ink as he hadn't given it time to dry, and was probably splattered all over the inside of his pocket. "I'll get it later." he told himself. He read what he had written, looking at all of the mistakes he had made from writing too fast. He pulled out his wand and put the letter a few feet ahead of him. "Incendio." he said quietly as a twirl of blue light shot out of his wand, hitting the paper causing it to burst into flames. Then watched as it fell to the floor as ash. "That never gets old." he said to himself, giving himself a grin.
He again, returned his gaze to the picture she was drawing. Bringing him back to why did his brother look like a ghost? Did he die? Ron asked himself. No he couldn't have, I seen him at the beginning of the year. he told himself, trying to reassure him he wasn't dead. That would be extremely bad. Not to mention top my list. he said to himself in a doubtful tone.
He watched as the Doors to the Great Hall opened and a few kids filed in, he managed to get a glampse of the Enchanted Ceiling. Decorated like a cloudy night as usual. Well, usual for the Welcoming Feast anyway. Then heard the large doors clamp shut, waiting to be opened by the Prefects and Heads of House later. He could hear Professor McGonagall call off the names of the first years. Completely ignoring them as he didn't know who they were. Then heard a shout from the hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed, then a sudden eruption of applause from the Gryffindor Table.
He twirled the quill in-between two of his fingers, as he became bored. For the fact the girl still had not answered him. He was getting a headache from all the erupting applause and whistle, and now started lulling back and forth, slipping closer and closer with every passing second to sleep. He then woke up as another eruption of applause happened. He put his hand to his temple and rubbed it slowly as if he were healing it with his bare hands. Or as if they were dancing, and moving so fast you couldn't see them. He however knew this wasn't happening, as the full pain came on with another shout and applause.
He let out a small groan and finally pulled his knees up to his chest, watching outside one of the windows as darkness settled over Hogwarts. When so many hours earlier there had been so much light as the Sun rose over the horizon. He thought of the horizon as the line between life and death. Because something neutral always crossed it twice each day. The Sun had good purposes, providing people with light, but then there was always the horrible death you could receive instantly if close enough the earth or it.
Trying to pull his legs closer, his Gryffindor robes swayed behind him in a breeze that had just decided to pass through the castle halls. His icy-blue eyes began scanning the corridors as the wind carried some leaves, eyeing them quickly. He turned around and let himself slide down a few steps, trying to rid himself of his boredom and headache.
Landing on a few steps below him. He glanced up at the plain ceiling, and compared to the one in the Great Hall. So many differences. he thought. Sighing in relief as he heard many voices come up, talking to people all around them, luckily, none of them decided they had to come out and give him a worse headache than he already had.
