Post by Astral Emothe Wot-Rotburn on Dec 8, 2014 5:32:31 GMT
NAME : Astral Emothe Wot-Rotburn
AGE : 17 - 6th Year
BIRTHDAY : 3th July 2005
ORIENTATION : Gay
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single
BLOOD STATUS : Pureblood-Enwot
What color are their eyes, hair, and skin? : Electric blue eyes, his hair changes through natural colors, light skin.
How do they dress? : Pureblood robes or the Enwot Prince's formal etire (-sweeping loincloth, jewels, and crown.)
Do they like the way they look? : Oh yes.
Height? : Slightly shorter than average.
Do they resemble any family member? : His father.
What is their best physical feature? : He enjoys his pouty lips and can be found preening before a mirror making ridiculous faces for amusement.
What is their most flawed physical feature? : His form is on the slight submissive side and he feels it doesn't exactly match his dominating personality.
Where are they from? : The Wotten located underneath the North American continent.
Describe their past history : Raised in the Wotten's second Dynasty Age: Destroyer Treaty under his father Ensav Phyr's rule.
Who are their parents : Phyr Ensav Wot-Rotburn and a womb of chaos
Do they have any siblings? : Yes, but he doesn't know.
Is their any history of mental illness in their family? : Madness
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
What do they love? : Ruling over everyone and torturing his servants emotionally, sexually and/or physically.
What do they hate? : Insolence, stuttering, overly fawning individuals, weakness, love.
Have they ever loved anyone in a romantic way? : No, he just uses them for his enjoyment.
What's their most traumatic memory? : When his father said they'd be leaving the Wotten to act as normal wizard's on the surface realm of their world.
What's their happiest memory? : His first kill with his father and eating the flesh from their ensared mortal.
Describe their personality : Pompus, sadistic, short-tempered, sly, quick witted, and charismatic.
Describe their personality flaws : Basically everything about him.
What would a stranger's first impression of them be? : What a bossy fucking arsehole! He think's he's the Prince of everybody!
How would you, the writer, describe them? : Very much a Prince since he is one.
Any special magical abilities? : Lure-to draw out victims, Lull- to hypnotize victims, chaos wandless magic (unfortunatley he has to touch the target first unless he is 'rampaging', quick healing.)
Any special skills? : Great at destroying a person's good day. Surprisingly good at anything artistic and can be found at his weakest state when painting or throwing pottery on a wheel.
Other things about them?: Astral is a cannibal and he is transfering to Hogwarts into his 6th year after passing all the required tests through the School Board at the Ministry. Astral wishes to be like his father and lord over the Wotten in the next Dynasty while enslaving the North American population humans and wizards a like.
Writer's Name: Astral Emothe Wot-Rotburn
Roleplaying Sample: He enters the tavern silently, hood up and posture tense. The scent of pub fare is strong mixing the stench of body sweat and mud -which has been drawn in from the wet streets trickling with rain outside. A predator stalking for his next kill, Astral has come to the small village closest to Hogwarts initially to gather information on his cousins, the Rotburns. Soon, his father will confront Astral's uncle Marcuscis to validate blood and draw them into the Clan. Once in, Astral will be going to school at Hogwarts, but until then he needs to know the dynamics of the family. So he's been spending the most of the week taking notes of the Rotburn children, their strengths and weaknesses...
Right now though, has nothing to do with learning, it has to do with satisfying his basic primal needs. As an Enwot, a being from the Wotten, Astral craves energy through bodily fluids; eating flesh and bone, or sexual relations. Which ever one presents itself first Astral really doesn't mind.
Shuffling through the small crowd that is listening to a tinker tell stories at the heath, Astral slinks to the other side of the drinking hall to take a seat in the corner. For several minutes no one bothers him until a server takes his order. Butterbeer, a safe drink to sip and stare at the passing of people and time. Now he waits...
