Post by squall311 on Jul 25, 2006 15:57:07 GMT
Student
Name: Vincent Mallece (pronounced mal-ace)
Age: 15
Preferred House: Ravenclaw
Blood: Half
Family: His parents are Jessica and Francesco. Had an older brother- Alex, who died in a plane accident at the age of 21, when Vincent was 13 years old.
Appearance: images.skysports.com/images/playerpics05_06/WorldCup2006/Italy/buffon_gianluigi.jpg
Something like that but a little younger and without the beard.
Has a scar on his left wrist.
Personality: Quiet, a bit of mysterious, and has a low self confidence. Tries to be as friendly as he can, and not offend anyone, but when someone offends him, he has no limits. With his friends he is a bit more open and lively. He is loyal and will never betray his friends. He is quite competitive. Doesn't like to study too hard and not used to it, since he is very intelligent. Has a high sense of humor and is very cynical.
History: Born to Jessica and Francesco in England. His father is a wizard, but his mother is a muggle, though she knows about it. His older brother Alex is 8 years older than him and was a role-model for Vincent from Vincent's first breath. Their parents didn't want them to go to a wizards school and lived like muggles. Growing in a muggle town in England had it's effect on both Vincent and Alex, and both started to bond to soccer. They loved playing it whenever and wherever they could. One day, when both was playing an agent of a well-known soccer team in England saw them and wanted to sign Alex for his team. Vincent was 9 years old them. After a couple of years, his brother became a successful and well known player. When Vincent was 11, he and his family moved to Rome, Italy, since his brother moved to an Italian soccer club. It took him some time, but Vincent adapted to his new life. When Vincent was 13 his life changed. Still living in Rome, his brother had an important match in the other side of the country. All of his family was supposed to go together, but his brother wanted to go a day early, for an unknown reason. His parents, who saw no bad in this, agreed. But the plane which Alex was on crashed- not a single survivor...
After his brother's death, Vincent became depressed. He didn't speak for 3 whole months, until one day, when he was alone in his one he took a knife from the kitchen and went to the bathroom- Vincent tried to kill himself. He started to slit his wrist when his father got home and found him. A psychologist told his parents that Vincent suffers from a deep depression. At the same year, Vincent and his family moved back to England. Vincent began a series of psychiatric treatments and started to talk again. For less than a year, things seemed to going well, but at the age of 14 something happened again. While he was in school, during the recess a group of 4 kids at his same age started to tease him. At some level they began to make fun of Vincent's mental condition, but he kept on walking away and didn't react. Then it happened, when one of the kids said something on his brother...
Vincent was expelled from his school and 2 out of the 4 kids who teased Vincent were rushed to the hospital after being injured badly. Then, Vincent began to take another session of psychiatric treatments.
After a while things were fine, but at the start of the new school year, his former school didn't want to accept him and it was too late to join others. It was then when Vincent found out that he was a wizard, and that his father was too. Vincent's father, Francesco, gave him the letter from Crystal Lake Academy- the school of witchcraft and wizardry. His father also told him about quidditch, Vincent can play it, as a keeper, like he used to while playing soccer. Vincent was thrilled and kinda happy for the first time in more than 2 years.
Now Vincent wants to start his new life as a wizard, although he will never forget, nor want to, his past.
Post Example: In this post example I will play Vincent, when he tried to kill himself.
Vincent lied on his bed in his room, with the door locked. Gazing at the room's ceiling, which was black. In fact, all the room's walls were black. Vincent painted his room black although his parents didn't allow him to.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.
"Vincent, are you there?" said his mother, Jessica.
Vincent didn't respond and turned in his bed.
"Vincent, I'm going out to the store, I have to buy some things."
Still no respond from Vincent.
"Just watch the house, dear, since your dad is at work".
He heard his mother going down the stairs and closing the house's door.
Vincent looked at the clock- 5 PM. Then he turned over in his bed again.
He fell asleep. And woke up soon after from a nightmare. Looking at the clock again, he slept for only 5 minutes.
He stood up and looked around his room. Once there were pictures there, of two happy brothers, or a happy family. But now all he can see is black. As if the room's wall represent his heart, his soul-once joyful, but now empty, empty and black.
He opened his top drawer and picked up a picture. It was his brother, Alex, few days before he died.
"Why? Why, brother? A day earlier. . . Why?" Vincent thought to himself.
He put the picture back in the drawer and went out of his room.
He headed towards the kitchen, he was hungry. But when he walked into the kitchen he saw a knife on the counter. Then he was hungry no more. He looked up, as if searching an answer, and then grabbed the knife and went to the bathroom.
Standing above the sink, he saw himself in the mirror.
"This is not me" he thought.
He lifted the knife and tried to stab himself in the chest, but he couldn't do it.
He looked at his mirror image once again.
"I hate you!".
Suddenly, he heard the house's door and a call from his father
"I'm home, Vincent".
The knife was already in Vincent's hand, near his other arm's wrist.
In one moment he slit his left wrist and screamed "Help!!!".
He fell down on the floor, he felt his blood on his left arm, he felt every pump in his blood circle, and in each his sight became more and more blurred.
The last thing he remembered was an image of the bathroom's door opening, and his father rushing into the room.
P.S
Sorry if it was too much. . .
Name: Vincent Mallece (pronounced mal-ace)
Age: 15
Preferred House: Ravenclaw
Blood: Half
Family: His parents are Jessica and Francesco. Had an older brother- Alex, who died in a plane accident at the age of 21, when Vincent was 13 years old.
Appearance: images.skysports.com/images/playerpics05_06/WorldCup2006/Italy/buffon_gianluigi.jpg
Something like that but a little younger and without the beard.
Has a scar on his left wrist.
Personality: Quiet, a bit of mysterious, and has a low self confidence. Tries to be as friendly as he can, and not offend anyone, but when someone offends him, he has no limits. With his friends he is a bit more open and lively. He is loyal and will never betray his friends. He is quite competitive. Doesn't like to study too hard and not used to it, since he is very intelligent. Has a high sense of humor and is very cynical.
History: Born to Jessica and Francesco in England. His father is a wizard, but his mother is a muggle, though she knows about it. His older brother Alex is 8 years older than him and was a role-model for Vincent from Vincent's first breath. Their parents didn't want them to go to a wizards school and lived like muggles. Growing in a muggle town in England had it's effect on both Vincent and Alex, and both started to bond to soccer. They loved playing it whenever and wherever they could. One day, when both was playing an agent of a well-known soccer team in England saw them and wanted to sign Alex for his team. Vincent was 9 years old them. After a couple of years, his brother became a successful and well known player. When Vincent was 11, he and his family moved to Rome, Italy, since his brother moved to an Italian soccer club. It took him some time, but Vincent adapted to his new life. When Vincent was 13 his life changed. Still living in Rome, his brother had an important match in the other side of the country. All of his family was supposed to go together, but his brother wanted to go a day early, for an unknown reason. His parents, who saw no bad in this, agreed. But the plane which Alex was on crashed- not a single survivor...
After his brother's death, Vincent became depressed. He didn't speak for 3 whole months, until one day, when he was alone in his one he took a knife from the kitchen and went to the bathroom- Vincent tried to kill himself. He started to slit his wrist when his father got home and found him. A psychologist told his parents that Vincent suffers from a deep depression. At the same year, Vincent and his family moved back to England. Vincent began a series of psychiatric treatments and started to talk again. For less than a year, things seemed to going well, but at the age of 14 something happened again. While he was in school, during the recess a group of 4 kids at his same age started to tease him. At some level they began to make fun of Vincent's mental condition, but he kept on walking away and didn't react. Then it happened, when one of the kids said something on his brother...
Vincent was expelled from his school and 2 out of the 4 kids who teased Vincent were rushed to the hospital after being injured badly. Then, Vincent began to take another session of psychiatric treatments.
After a while things were fine, but at the start of the new school year, his former school didn't want to accept him and it was too late to join others. It was then when Vincent found out that he was a wizard, and that his father was too. Vincent's father, Francesco, gave him the letter from Crystal Lake Academy- the school of witchcraft and wizardry. His father also told him about quidditch, Vincent can play it, as a keeper, like he used to while playing soccer. Vincent was thrilled and kinda happy for the first time in more than 2 years.
Now Vincent wants to start his new life as a wizard, although he will never forget, nor want to, his past.
Post Example: In this post example I will play Vincent, when he tried to kill himself.
Vincent lied on his bed in his room, with the door locked. Gazing at the room's ceiling, which was black. In fact, all the room's walls were black. Vincent painted his room black although his parents didn't allow him to.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.
"Vincent, are you there?" said his mother, Jessica.
Vincent didn't respond and turned in his bed.
"Vincent, I'm going out to the store, I have to buy some things."
Still no respond from Vincent.
"Just watch the house, dear, since your dad is at work".
He heard his mother going down the stairs and closing the house's door.
Vincent looked at the clock- 5 PM. Then he turned over in his bed again.
He fell asleep. And woke up soon after from a nightmare. Looking at the clock again, he slept for only 5 minutes.
He stood up and looked around his room. Once there were pictures there, of two happy brothers, or a happy family. But now all he can see is black. As if the room's wall represent his heart, his soul-once joyful, but now empty, empty and black.
He opened his top drawer and picked up a picture. It was his brother, Alex, few days before he died.
"Why? Why, brother? A day earlier. . . Why?" Vincent thought to himself.
He put the picture back in the drawer and went out of his room.
He headed towards the kitchen, he was hungry. But when he walked into the kitchen he saw a knife on the counter. Then he was hungry no more. He looked up, as if searching an answer, and then grabbed the knife and went to the bathroom.
Standing above the sink, he saw himself in the mirror.
"This is not me" he thought.
He lifted the knife and tried to stab himself in the chest, but he couldn't do it.
He looked at his mirror image once again.
"I hate you!".
Suddenly, he heard the house's door and a call from his father
"I'm home, Vincent".
The knife was already in Vincent's hand, near his other arm's wrist.
In one moment he slit his left wrist and screamed "Help!!!".
He fell down on the floor, he felt his blood on his left arm, he felt every pump in his blood circle, and in each his sight became more and more blurred.
The last thing he remembered was an image of the bathroom's door opening, and his father rushing into the room.
P.S
Sorry if it was too much. . .
