Post by Malachi O'Connor on Jul 23, 2008 1:57:16 GMT 8
Full Name: Malachi Aidan O’Connor
Pronounced: Male-I-kiy Ay-den
Nickname/s: None, he’s just called Malachi
Age: 15
Blood: Half
Gender: Male
Loyalty: No one can hold his loyalty but his family, his friends, and himself.
Favorite Subject/s: Transfiguration, History of Magic, Potions
Wand: (wood, length, core)10 1/2 inches, dragon heart strings, cherry, springy.
Personality:(strengths & weaknesses, two paragraphs min, at least six sentences per paragraph)
Weakness(es):
1. Curiosity
2. Getting bad grades
3. books
Strength(s):
1. His mind
2. His sarcasm
3. His sense of justice
Likes:
1. Cute girls
2. puzzles
3. good books
Dislikes:
1.Boring classes
2. mean teachers
3. His inability to let his mouth catch up with his brain. He thinks faster than he talks and sometimes confuses himself.
Malachi is smart and witty. A little more shy than most think, he is often found in the Library or in the common room with a book in his hand. He is sarcastic and funny when he wants to be and also a little bit crazy. Always up for a challenge, he hates losing, but deals with it and doesn't take anything too seriously. One of his many weaknesses is his lack of organization. He always has so much on his mind, that his thoughts get mixed up, as do the things in his room...
Malachi is the type of person that must have harmony and freedom to think and to be who he is. He cannot tolerate chaos, disharmony or restrictions. He is dominated by logic and humanitarianism, and his success is attributed to his ability to do what he believes is the right thing for him to do.
Words that can be used to describe him: Freedom, Justice, Intellect, Logic, Deep Thinker, Strategic Planner, Diplomatic, Compromising, Peacemaking, Deductive Reasoning, Impartial, Open To New Ideas And Insights, unorganized, Crave Mental Activity, Friendly And Outgoing, Even-Tempered
History:(three paragraphs min, at least six sentences per paragraph)
Siblings: Zachary and Caroline O’Connor
Malachi always was one to blend with the crowd. A little shy at first, he was never known by as many people as his older brother Zachary or his little sister, Caroline.
Father: Sean Patrick O’Connor
Sean came from a very wealthy muggle family on the west coast of Ireland. A muggle-born wizard, he was always reaching for more information from the world of magic. Most of his siblings now live in Toronto Canada and his parents have only seen his children twice when they were very young, though they are sure to always send birthday and Christmas gifts.
Mother: Ciara Aileen Hugh
Ciara’s mother was pure blood and her father was half and they came from very different worlds. Her mother did NOT approve of her marriage to Sean, a muggle born, but loves the Grandchildren from him none-the-less. Ciara met Sean at school while she was in sixth year and he in seventh. They went out for a year before breaking up. They re-met four years later and haven’t strayed from each other since.
What can you say about your friends?(3 sentences min)
“My friends are the type of people who would never ask you to change what you think to hang out with them. Though they do not always think with the same openness as I do, they are careful not to close their minds too tightly. Many of my friends are my opposite, the type of people who bring me out of my shell when I need it.”
RP Sample:(min of 3 paragraphs, at least sixe sentences per paragraph)
Quote from another site where Malachi is Mathew Marks:
Mathew shook his head, smirking lightly at the girl beside him. It was true, he'd never lived in the Artic, but he had to admit to himself he doubted it would be any better than his current living arrangements. Well, I suppose you never know 'till you try, he thought. e would, of course, never convey his doubts about her home to Emily. It wasn't worth the argument it would cause, and he really didn't want her to call him a wuss.
He thought for a second about asking Owen, but knew in an instant he would have to, the second of thought wouldn't change his mind. "I'll have to se if he is, though I'd guess he would be, especially since the two of them are graduating." I'll just have to suck up the guts to ask if it'd be cool if I came with him.
He thought about what they'd do up in her home. He'd get to see everything she always talked about. He could bundle up and trudge through the snow with her and throw snowballs and feel the ice with every crunch of his feet. He would see the igloos and she could introduce him to their tribe. They could sit by the melting streams and she could point out animals he'd never even heard of before. They could lay together under the real northern lights, the ones like they were beneath now, but would feel the cold and Alaskan wind.
Snapping out of his daydream, Mathew realized he'd been staring at Emily for much longer than he'd intended to. Quickly looking away and up at the northern lights, he pretended the sky was more interesting to study than her fair features. He tried to think of something to say, but was suddenly feeling tongue-tied. He never got tongue-tied around Em! It was very peculiar.
"So... umm... your dad won't mind? Me going I mean. Although... well I could say... I mean... umm... I guess we could pull off the whole 'I'm here to hang with Ean thing.'" He winced inwardly at how awkward he'd just made the whole thing sound. It was too broken up. He had hopes that she wouldn't notice, but figured she did. Quickly covering his tracks, he laughed. "Wow, my brain and mouth defenitly were not meeting up."
