Post by Severus Tobias Snape on Feb 14, 2010 23:43:32 GMT -5
SEVERUS|TOBIAS|SNAPE
[/b][/center][/font][/size]This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough.
And I'm climbing out right now.
You're running out of places to hide from me.
When you go, just know that I will remember you.
And I'm climbing out right now.
You're running out of places to hide from me.
When you go, just know that I will remember you.
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Severus Tobias Snape
Nickname: Snivelly, Snivellus, Sev
Age/Birthday: January 9th, 1960, 16 yrs old
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Half-blood
Affiliation: Death Eater
Year/House: 6th year Slytherin
Wand:11 inches, Birch, Runespoor fang
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height: 68 inches
Weight: 135lbs
Distinguishing Features: None
Play-by: Alec Hopkins/Alan Rickman
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Snape desires to be one of the most knowledgeable and powerful wizards in the world. He also wants to be feared and noticed for these talents, and doesn‘t want to be treated like garbage anymore. He wants his enemies to pay for their ways.[/b][/color]
Patronus: Patronus is a doe. His happiest memory is surprisingly one from his early childhood, playing in a local neighborhood with Lily and Petunia Evans. You know, just being happy children. Overall, Lily Evans is his happiest memory.
Boggart: His greatest fear is not dying or anyone he loves dying. Surprise! His boggart is only himself. Snape‘s worst fear is ending up weak and frail with no one to love. He appears as a dirty older man, all alone with wrinkled, pallid skin. In boggart form, Snape wears ragged clothing and he isn‘t clean. Possibly homeless, at least, homeless-looking.
Dementor: Snape‘s worst memory is getting picked on by James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. He was hung upside down by his ankle and had his underpants exposed to everyone. Not to mention being nearly choked to death from foaming at the mouth. Severus couldn‘t do anything to save himself. However, the worst was the mistake of trash-talking Lily, which makes this the worst memory he has.
Amortentia:
Maple syrup
Rain
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
Potions
Dark Arts
Reading
Being alone
Learning
Dueling
Creating spells
Putting enemies in their place
Dislikes:
Gryffindors
James Potter
Sirius Black
Bullies
Getting bullied
Trouble-makers
Ignorance
Arrogance
Egotistical people
Pink
Strengths: Excellent dueling skill,
Potions knowledge
Determination
Weaknesses:
Socially awkward
Emotionally unstable
Impulsive in pressuring situations
Overall Personality:
Severus is a very quiet, stingy, bitter boy. He prefers being alone than to being in a group, though he does have a few number of friends, who are mostly in the Slytherin House. His mean personality is branched from his childhood memories. Severus does not want to be a weak person, and he strives for strength and power as the days go by. He trusts no one.
To his enemies he is unforgiving and cruel, throwing curses their way, spells and just verbal curse words. However, to his loved ones and friends, Severus is very loyal. He will do anything in his power to save the ones he loves, even at the expense of his own life.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Eileen Prince, mother
Tobias Snape, father
Pets: None
Residence: Spinner‘s End
History:
Snape was born an only child to a poor couple. His mother is Eileen Prince, a witch, and his father is Tobias Snape, a Muggle. Severus‘s father would abuse him and his mother, verbally and physically. Snape didn‘t grow up privileged at all, and he had to work very hard for everything he earned. Luckily, this turned into a very handy character trait that he uses to this day to his advantage.
He is not, and will not be, popular at Hogwarts. Unless, of course, you take the countless times he‘s been bullied into consideration. His days were filled with attacks by James Potter and his friends, and they still are. The only happiness he can find is with Lily Potter, and he blew that up a long time ago, which is another reason for his nasty attitude.
All in all, his history isn’t a happy one, and Snape always seems to end up with the dirt end of the stick.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Xanthe
Age: 15
Roleplay Experience: around 3 years
How you heard about us: Mina
Code Phrase: REPO! Snape.
(HAHAHA I FOUND THAT LITTLE BUGGER.)
Roleplay Sample:
“Oh, Mina, you stupid girl,” Xanthe scoffed, shaking her head slowly while tipped slightly to the right. Her emerald eyes stared at the Gryffindor maniacally, but somewhat taunting. In Xanthe’s mind no one could defeat her, especially not a Mudblood like Mina and her pitiful father of a Muggle. No, that was purely ignorance on her part. “Don’t try to move me with your thick, daft words. They mean nothing to me, just like Darien Wakefield doesn‘t. Not anymore.”
Xanthe blinked behind her to the man in pain behind her, feeling no remorse whatsoever. She took a few strides toward him as if she gleamed with pride and power to act as a manipulator to this poor father, and put her hands on his scarlet cheeks in a motherly way. She grinned at him, narrowing her focus until she looked back to Mina.
“You don’t seem to understand,” she said, keeping her hands in place. “Darwin believed that the strongest and fit to survive will be the ones to survive. Medicine and lack of will for power has allowed Muggles to reproduce and live so far. See, humans with pure magical ability is not a mutation; it’s evolution. We are the next type of human fit to thrive on the planet, not simple Muggles like your sweet daddy here.”
The redhead raised one hand and smacked George lightly on the cheek before turning completely back to her schoolmate. Xanthe crossed her arms and leaned on the side of the bed, her wand spinning between her middle and index finger on her left hand.
“There are so few of us because hundreds of years ago we were nearly wiped out. The only reason why is simple: we felt pity for those unlike us. We did not kill them because we felt it immoral, even if it was what we were put here to do.”
Her face turned to disgust.
“Some wizards and witches were weak enough to actually fall for these helpless creatures, which is why somewhere down the line, you were able to have some magical ability despite having two Muggle parents. One of your ancestors was idiotic enough to breed with a Muggle. A long line of Squibs followed and that makes you. Congratulations on being the retarded offspring of a half-blood and a handful of useless Squibs.”
Xanthe inched a bit closer to Mina slowly, her steps nearly unnoticeable and her arms farther apart than usual. Her stance was full of threat and confidence, something most could get a fright out of if they knew who they were dealing with.
“So, how about it?” she snarled. “Let’s test your worth.”
The Murder twin tapped her wand with her opposite palm, and her wrist raised. She waved it in calm, gentle circles above her head, setting a ring of fire around George, who was cast out helplessly where he lay.
“Come and get me.”
Xanthe blinked behind her to the man in pain behind her, feeling no remorse whatsoever. She took a few strides toward him as if she gleamed with pride and power to act as a manipulator to this poor father, and put her hands on his scarlet cheeks in a motherly way. She grinned at him, narrowing her focus until she looked back to Mina.
“You don’t seem to understand,” she said, keeping her hands in place. “Darwin believed that the strongest and fit to survive will be the ones to survive. Medicine and lack of will for power has allowed Muggles to reproduce and live so far. See, humans with pure magical ability is not a mutation; it’s evolution. We are the next type of human fit to thrive on the planet, not simple Muggles like your sweet daddy here.”
The redhead raised one hand and smacked George lightly on the cheek before turning completely back to her schoolmate. Xanthe crossed her arms and leaned on the side of the bed, her wand spinning between her middle and index finger on her left hand.
“There are so few of us because hundreds of years ago we were nearly wiped out. The only reason why is simple: we felt pity for those unlike us. We did not kill them because we felt it immoral, even if it was what we were put here to do.”
Her face turned to disgust.
“Some wizards and witches were weak enough to actually fall for these helpless creatures, which is why somewhere down the line, you were able to have some magical ability despite having two Muggle parents. One of your ancestors was idiotic enough to breed with a Muggle. A long line of Squibs followed and that makes you. Congratulations on being the retarded offspring of a half-blood and a handful of useless Squibs.”
Xanthe inched a bit closer to Mina slowly, her steps nearly unnoticeable and her arms farther apart than usual. Her stance was full of threat and confidence, something most could get a fright out of if they knew who they were dealing with.
“So, how about it?” she snarled. “Let’s test your worth.”
The Murder twin tapped her wand with her opposite palm, and her wrist raised. She waved it in calm, gentle circles above her head, setting a ring of fire around George, who was cast out helplessly where he lay.
“Come and get me.”