Post by coven on May 22, 2009 20:40:03 GMT -6
NAME: Coven Alexander DuBois
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11"
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
APPEARANCE:
Coven's most noted attribute (though, it isn't really physical in the general sense) is his stunning sense of self-confidence. While you can't point at some place on his body and say, "Hey look! He has such a nice...confidence!", it changes the way that he carries himself completely. He walks, always, like he knows where he's going, and knows where he's been. With a slightly-taller-than-average build of eleven inches over five feet, it makes his otherwise lean figure all the more striking.
He was gifted with his mother's soft, curly dirty blonde hair, which falls around his face in loose waves, making him look almost boyish...save for the stunningly masculine face just below his mop of curls. He has a strong chin, with somewhat small eyes, and a pair of full lips. His eyes are a gray so light, that when the light catches them, they almost appear silver.
He has a lean build - neither muscled nor skinny. He is blessed with the kind of young-man's constitution that allows him to eat and drink all he wishes without having to worry about gaining unsightly pounds. He keeps in shape by jogging often, and hardly ever sits still when he has free time. Picture.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY:
Coven's confidence carries into everything that he does - He's content to be in the front, as a leader, or in the background, as a supporter. He's able to adapt to almost any lifestyle or situation.
He's emotionally even, and rather strong of character. Because of this, he can sometimes come off as cold when dealing with emotionally sensitive situations. He's hurt his share of lovers by being so brutally honest that it breaks their heart.
He's dedicated to whatever he puts his mind on doing, and is careful to do a good job wherever he goes, so that he doesn't get lazy.
Coven would much rather do something physical, rather than mental. While he likes to think things over, he does so for his own amusement and creativity - thinking while working isn't his idea of a good time. He's rather abstract in his reasoning, and his problem solving. He can come up with inventive ways to resolve an issue, but hates having to think along a solid line of reasoning that's already been established, or keeping to a method.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can sing rather well. (Magical, I know.)
HISTORY: Coven was raised by his mother - his father was something of a mystery to them both, and was never around. He went to Hogwarts, and graduated with no academic honors from the Griffindor house. He still, at 26, isn't exactly sure what it is that he wants to do with his life.
POSITION: Leaking Cauldron: Barkeep in Training
ANIMAGUS FORM: Leopard
WAND: 13" willow wand with werewolf canines at the center
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: Mild Insomnia
DAY OF BIRTH: February 5
PETS: a large steel gray Great Dane named Lancer
FAMILY: Mother; Alexandria
PATRONUS FORM: Wolf
Sample Rp:
Coven arched an eyebrow, looking at the woman behind the counter with a faint sigh. "Look...I could really use the work, since I just got back into town...and I'll be the best trainee that you've ever seen - swear it." He said gently, looking at her with something of a puppy-eyed expression. "Please?"
"Oi, but we already have a barkeep! Several of them, in fact...and they're all perfectly good at what they do..."
"Yes, I'm sure...but..." He grinned impishly. "I'm sure that none of them are nearly as skilled at attracting the kind of crowd that I am..." He said softly, leaning forward to get closer to her. The older woman blushed and took a step back.
"...you might have a point there, I 'supose..." The woman consented, smiling a bit and nodding. She took the application waiting for her on the counter and looked it over again. "...you can start in three days - you'll train for a little while with Remy, and we'll see what we can do about getting you as a full time barkeep on nights when one of our regulars want a break. They have been requesting more time off lately..."
He stood back and extended his hand again. "You won't regret it - promise." He offered another dashing smile, before turning and starting out the door again.
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11"
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
APPEARANCE:
Coven's most noted attribute (though, it isn't really physical in the general sense) is his stunning sense of self-confidence. While you can't point at some place on his body and say, "Hey look! He has such a nice...confidence!", it changes the way that he carries himself completely. He walks, always, like he knows where he's going, and knows where he's been. With a slightly-taller-than-average build of eleven inches over five feet, it makes his otherwise lean figure all the more striking.
He was gifted with his mother's soft, curly dirty blonde hair, which falls around his face in loose waves, making him look almost boyish...save for the stunningly masculine face just below his mop of curls. He has a strong chin, with somewhat small eyes, and a pair of full lips. His eyes are a gray so light, that when the light catches them, they almost appear silver.
He has a lean build - neither muscled nor skinny. He is blessed with the kind of young-man's constitution that allows him to eat and drink all he wishes without having to worry about gaining unsightly pounds. He keeps in shape by jogging often, and hardly ever sits still when he has free time. Picture.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY:
Coven's confidence carries into everything that he does - He's content to be in the front, as a leader, or in the background, as a supporter. He's able to adapt to almost any lifestyle or situation.
He's emotionally even, and rather strong of character. Because of this, he can sometimes come off as cold when dealing with emotionally sensitive situations. He's hurt his share of lovers by being so brutally honest that it breaks their heart.
He's dedicated to whatever he puts his mind on doing, and is careful to do a good job wherever he goes, so that he doesn't get lazy.
Coven would much rather do something physical, rather than mental. While he likes to think things over, he does so for his own amusement and creativity - thinking while working isn't his idea of a good time. He's rather abstract in his reasoning, and his problem solving. He can come up with inventive ways to resolve an issue, but hates having to think along a solid line of reasoning that's already been established, or keeping to a method.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can sing rather well. (Magical, I know.)
HISTORY: Coven was raised by his mother - his father was something of a mystery to them both, and was never around. He went to Hogwarts, and graduated with no academic honors from the Griffindor house. He still, at 26, isn't exactly sure what it is that he wants to do with his life.
POSITION: Leaking Cauldron: Barkeep in Training
ANIMAGUS FORM: Leopard
WAND: 13" willow wand with werewolf canines at the center
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: Mild Insomnia
DAY OF BIRTH: February 5
PETS: a large steel gray Great Dane named Lancer
FAMILY: Mother; Alexandria
PATRONUS FORM: Wolf
Sample Rp:
Coven arched an eyebrow, looking at the woman behind the counter with a faint sigh. "Look...I could really use the work, since I just got back into town...and I'll be the best trainee that you've ever seen - swear it." He said gently, looking at her with something of a puppy-eyed expression. "Please?"
"Oi, but we already have a barkeep! Several of them, in fact...and they're all perfectly good at what they do..."
"Yes, I'm sure...but..." He grinned impishly. "I'm sure that none of them are nearly as skilled at attracting the kind of crowd that I am..." He said softly, leaning forward to get closer to her. The older woman blushed and took a step back.
"...you might have a point there, I 'supose..." The woman consented, smiling a bit and nodding. She took the application waiting for her on the counter and looked it over again. "...you can start in three days - you'll train for a little while with Remy, and we'll see what we can do about getting you as a full time barkeep on nights when one of our regulars want a break. They have been requesting more time off lately..."
He stood back and extended his hand again. "You won't regret it - promise." He offered another dashing smile, before turning and starting out the door again.