Post by Andre J. Chare on Jul 1, 2006 11:59:21 GMT -5
:: /Name/ :: Andre J. Chare
:: /Age/ :: 56
:: /Profession/ :: Head of Department for International Magical Cooperation
:: /History/ :: Born in the south port of a Floridian home, he was the son of a big business man holding plenty of power, under his stubby hands. He had many outlooks on the various day to day activities. He was spoiled to death, for the first 7 years of his life before shortly having all insanity twisted to the will of his farther. He was then punished, overly to the point where life revolved around beatings, studies, lunch, and beatings again.. It was an ever going process to break his spirit down to form an being like his greedy farther.
You may be asking, where was the mother in all this, yet heres a question for you. Would you live with a man so cruel that he'd say he owned you?
He went to WCA. with an A+ in every subject and a million galleons in stock market in his name. He was good in every area of the business criteria. He was talk by the best and the best was his farther.
As his 7 years at WCA passed he found an love with making him self known, in a sense. Well maybe not a love an obsession might better describe it. He had a theory which grew up with the his farther and the farther before. Which if you didn't know, both are a live and play chess every Sunday. To make it, its not what you know, its who you know. So he to better equipped the his mentality in this. He decided to choose a path in public speaking. Upon entering the tasks of getting to a point he could do this, he found himself lagging with a 2.3 billion galleons in stock-market. He had the knack for talking about money and in terms every one could agree was the prefect reason and was one of the best politicians of his time. Loudly making his way up to the top where he felt quite an honor to make it in his field.
He quickly caught the attention of many and with word by mouth and a little influence from his farther quickly got the part of which he felt was needed.
He hadn't loved his farther till the moment he helped him get this position, yet some what taken back by his Father's actions being he never really cared for him he found it comforting to know this fact. But kept a iron fist such as his fathers being conserve yet forcefully to his opinion at the same time.
:: /Character Personality/ :: Andre is an pure born hard worker who has a sense of moral and just in him. He has been working hard for the last 6 years to secure his place as one of the leading experts in his field. That shows a little about his character in its self. With a series of flaws, his biggest being he can't take the useless bickering of two old men bickering it out. Don't ask why, you'll find out. He has a stern capability when he is in a tight situation and has the tendency to do things first hand. His whole out look on life is always work like some one is watching because most likely they are.
::/ Years of Service /:: 21
:: /Special Talents/Info/ :: Skilled in numbers and chance. He has mastered all areas of magic. He has a highly accurate average of brain power. He has been none to be quite the Dueling Champion in his day.
:: /How Will Your Character Help the Dark Lord?/ :: As the Head of Department for International Magical Cooperation he is with out a doubt a prized asset to the organization.
::/ [Please complete the following writing sample /::
You are sneaking through Dargin Alley at night and an Auror grabs your from behind and points a wand at your neck. They want information about the Death Eaters and are going to bring you in. Post this scenario from your characters point of view and beware of GModding the Auror's actions. This is to get an idea of how your character reacts and to get you considering their thought processes. You do not have to escape, simply react to the scene realistically.
Andre fingers his way through the streets picking carefully his way through the streets. His hood firmly covering his eyes only showing parts of his mouth. He felt a cold hand reach for his shoulder and the figure it belonged to pulled out his wand and held it to his neck. Shocked slightly he heard the man question him on the dark lord and he quickly responded, "Do you know who you are talking to?" He inquired with strength behind those words. Using a wizarding duel move that he'd learn in his younger years. He knocked the auror off his feet and sent him crashing into the ground. Pulling his hood up to reveal his fine features. The man flinched and a shallow can dramatically in the silence.
"I suppose attacking me was your master plan to get fired! Hmm?" Andre hissed madly yet mockingly to assert his position on the matter. "What is your man agent?"
The man quickly turned pale but stood up dusting his clothes off and revealing his id. "Patrick Dorny. I was informed that an death eater was lurking these parts and was suspected to be meeting a contact here. I sadly mistaken you for the death eater. Sorry."
"This better not happen again." Andre scorned turning, "Hopefully you find your guy. But don't be attacking any innocent bystanders anymore." He walked off pulling his hood back over his eyes and hissed softly musing over this all, "Moron!"
:: /Age/ :: 56
:: /Profession/ :: Head of Department for International Magical Cooperation
:: /History/ :: Born in the south port of a Floridian home, he was the son of a big business man holding plenty of power, under his stubby hands. He had many outlooks on the various day to day activities. He was spoiled to death, for the first 7 years of his life before shortly having all insanity twisted to the will of his farther. He was then punished, overly to the point where life revolved around beatings, studies, lunch, and beatings again.. It was an ever going process to break his spirit down to form an being like his greedy farther.
You may be asking, where was the mother in all this, yet heres a question for you. Would you live with a man so cruel that he'd say he owned you?
He went to WCA. with an A+ in every subject and a million galleons in stock market in his name. He was good in every area of the business criteria. He was talk by the best and the best was his farther.
As his 7 years at WCA passed he found an love with making him self known, in a sense. Well maybe not a love an obsession might better describe it. He had a theory which grew up with the his farther and the farther before. Which if you didn't know, both are a live and play chess every Sunday. To make it, its not what you know, its who you know. So he to better equipped the his mentality in this. He decided to choose a path in public speaking. Upon entering the tasks of getting to a point he could do this, he found himself lagging with a 2.3 billion galleons in stock-market. He had the knack for talking about money and in terms every one could agree was the prefect reason and was one of the best politicians of his time. Loudly making his way up to the top where he felt quite an honor to make it in his field.
He quickly caught the attention of many and with word by mouth and a little influence from his farther quickly got the part of which he felt was needed.
He hadn't loved his farther till the moment he helped him get this position, yet some what taken back by his Father's actions being he never really cared for him he found it comforting to know this fact. But kept a iron fist such as his fathers being conserve yet forcefully to his opinion at the same time.
:: /Character Personality/ :: Andre is an pure born hard worker who has a sense of moral and just in him. He has been working hard for the last 6 years to secure his place as one of the leading experts in his field. That shows a little about his character in its self. With a series of flaws, his biggest being he can't take the useless bickering of two old men bickering it out. Don't ask why, you'll find out. He has a stern capability when he is in a tight situation and has the tendency to do things first hand. His whole out look on life is always work like some one is watching because most likely they are.
::/ Years of Service /:: 21
:: /Special Talents/Info/ :: Skilled in numbers and chance. He has mastered all areas of magic. He has a highly accurate average of brain power. He has been none to be quite the Dueling Champion in his day.
:: /How Will Your Character Help the Dark Lord?/ :: As the Head of Department for International Magical Cooperation he is with out a doubt a prized asset to the organization.
::/ [Please complete the following writing sample /::
You are sneaking through Dargin Alley at night and an Auror grabs your from behind and points a wand at your neck. They want information about the Death Eaters and are going to bring you in. Post this scenario from your characters point of view and beware of GModding the Auror's actions. This is to get an idea of how your character reacts and to get you considering their thought processes. You do not have to escape, simply react to the scene realistically.
Andre fingers his way through the streets picking carefully his way through the streets. His hood firmly covering his eyes only showing parts of his mouth. He felt a cold hand reach for his shoulder and the figure it belonged to pulled out his wand and held it to his neck. Shocked slightly he heard the man question him on the dark lord and he quickly responded, "Do you know who you are talking to?" He inquired with strength behind those words. Using a wizarding duel move that he'd learn in his younger years. He knocked the auror off his feet and sent him crashing into the ground. Pulling his hood up to reveal his fine features. The man flinched and a shallow can dramatically in the silence.
"I suppose attacking me was your master plan to get fired! Hmm?" Andre hissed madly yet mockingly to assert his position on the matter. "What is your man agent?"
The man quickly turned pale but stood up dusting his clothes off and revealing his id. "Patrick Dorny. I was informed that an death eater was lurking these parts and was suspected to be meeting a contact here. I sadly mistaken you for the death eater. Sorry."
"This better not happen again." Andre scorned turning, "Hopefully you find your guy. But don't be attacking any innocent bystanders anymore." He walked off pulling his hood back over his eyes and hissed softly musing over this all, "Moron!"
