Post by PsychoHeidi on Nov 28, 2011 23:06:16 GMT -6
� Michael � Joseph � Dubois �
� PLAYED BY � Your mom �
� NICKNAMES �
I wouldn't use them. He gets touchy.
� DAY OF BIRTH � December 6th
� AGE � 51
� GENDER � Male
� SEXUAL ORIENTATION � Katharine
I wouldn't use them. He gets touchy.
� DAY OF BIRTH � December 6th
� AGE � 51
� GENDER � Male
� SEXUAL ORIENTATION � Katharine
� HEIGHT... 6'4"
� MEDICAL CONDITIONS... N/A
� APPEARANCE... Michael is tall, with broad shoulders and a sturdy build. He, however, is rather skinny, and it gives him a somewhat lanky appearance. His brownish hair and thick eyebrows are becoming increasingly streaked with grey as he ages, though his eyes are the same bright blue. Because he tends to smile a lot, laugh lines are indented into his cheeks, and anxiety-induced frowns have also taken their toll on his face. Somewhat of a traditionalist, he is clean-shaven and wears simple yet professional shirts and slacks beneath his teaching robes.
� WAND... Maple, 13.5", Thestral Hair
� POSITION... Hogwarts Staff // Deputy Headmaster, Head of Hufflepuff, History of Magic
� PATRONUS FORM... Cottontail rabbit
� LIKES...
Respect
Harmony
Hugs
Involved conversations
Philosophical introspection
Learning
Teaching
� DISLIKES...
When people call him any variation of Mike or Mikey
Orange Jell-O
Loud noises
Being guilted into doing things
Brigitta's stupid cat
Bananas
� FEARS...
Ignorance
Failing the people he loves
Failure in general
Deaths of loved ones
Brigitta's stupid drinking problem
� SPECIAL ABILITIES... An incredibly high threshold for tolerating idiocy. He is also a very good listener.
� WEAKNESSES... Katharine
Melanie
compliments
seemingly good intentions
impassioned begging
� PERSONALITY... Considering his height, one might assume that Michael is a formidable individual--in which case, they would be horribly, horribly wrong. Never underestimate his pacifism: He will endure terrible accusations on the goodness of his character, excessive and ridiculous demands, even physical assaults, and not react with hostility. What few grudges he does hold are overridden by forgiving temperament--he is willing to give anyone a second chance, or a third, or a ninth. . .
Despite his love for people, Michael is typically emotionally closed off--he saves his deeper feelings for a select few, even then preferring not to remain in the spotlight for too long. He is dedicated to helping everything run smoothly, and he is able to go for great lengths of time without thanks before becoming irritated.
He is also known to have some OCD tendencies.
� FAMILY...
Wife: Katharine Moss, 42
Daughter: Melanie Moss-Dubois, 5
Father (deceased): Spencer Dubois
Mother (deceased): Laura Dubois
Older Sister (deceased): Emily Dubois-Colver
Brother-in-Law (deceased): Jared Colver
� PETS...
N/A
� HISTORY... Michael is a war veteran. He was in his early 30s during the final battle, and fought avidly to defeat Voldemort. Watching his sister and mother's slaughter at the hands of the deatheaters has made him ridiculously protective of his friends, as he has convinced himself that he was fully capable of saving his family from death. He believes that the key to a seamless society is compassion, accepting others' differences.
Before The War, he shared an extremely close bond with his sister, Emily. She was two years his senior, and they had spent all of their childhood and teenage years together. Michael considered Emily his best friend and she felt the same. Shortly before Voldemort rose to power and The War began, however, Emily married a man by the name of Jared Colver. While her parents saw this as a huge step forward in their daughter's life, Michael was hurt. He tried to like his brother-in-law, but he just couldn't; it was as though Jared had taken Emily away from him.
Jared turned out not to be a bad man at all; in fact, he had also died in battle, fighting against The Dark Lord. Still, Michael was crushed that his relationship with Emily had been stressed in the two years before she died and that he had never tried to make amends.
� SAMPLE RP...
It was late when Hiei entered Mukuro's room and remembered that he had destroyed her bed. For a moment he felt pride, then a strange sort of loss. He had never willingly shared a bed with anyone like he had with her, and knowing that spot was desecrated created an empty place in his chest.
It shouldn't have mattered.
But Hiei was still bruised from her punches, and that made it matter more.
The halls were quiet, though he didn't know if that was because things had finally returned to normal or if everyone was too exhausted from a day of training to want to assault him.
He found Mukuro in another room, curled up in bed, and he watched her breathe for a time before shedding his cloak and shoes and joining her, his back to hers.
Hiei didn't understand how someone who had slept for three days straight could want to sleep more, but he himself was too tired to question it.
It shouldn't have mattered.
But Hiei was still bruised from her punches, and that made it matter more.
The halls were quiet, though he didn't know if that was because things had finally returned to normal or if everyone was too exhausted from a day of training to want to assault him.
He found Mukuro in another room, curled up in bed, and he watched her breathe for a time before shedding his cloak and shoes and joining her, his back to hers.
Hiei didn't understand how someone who had slept for three days straight could want to sleep more, but he himself was too tired to question it.