Wyndham James Scott (Unfinished)

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WYNDHAM'James'SCOTT

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ALIAS Wyndham

AGE 23

GENDER Male

SEXUALITY Flexible

ETHNIC Britannian

FACTION Holy Britannian Empire

POSITION what position are you aiming for? A luitenent, commander - etc. Please note that you may not always get the position you're aiming for. It will vary depending on your application.

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PERSONALITY

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ADORES

• Poetry
  
• Stimulating Conversation
  
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ABHORS

• 
  
• at least 3 things
  
• you're character hates.
  

SKILLED

• Games (Chess, cards etc. If you name it, it's almost guaranteed Wyndham can play it)
  
• Violin
  
• Shooting a gun. His aim is infallible.
  

FEARS

• list down
  
• at least 3 things
  
• you're character fears.
  

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HISTORY This is where you'll write down your history. Please try to give us a lot of details, especially if you want a high rank.

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NAME My name is Ariel Marie, but you can just call me Ariel.

RP-HISTORY About seven years, but I quit last year and decided to take it up again.

SAMPLE

This was taken from about two years ago from a Harry Potter RPG I used to be a part of. Lumiere Noir was the character I played, a (I think at the time) 17 year old student born from a pureblood family of wizarding geniuses. In this post she and a childhood friend, Degare De Guerre (son of the former Minister of Magic of France, who had been caught years ago in a political scandal), whom had been away from school due to his parent's illness, are reuniting. Yes, they are both Frenchies and yes they are both evil. (Oh, and I'm not sure how people RP here, but in our post we quoted what the other person said and put it in color to make it stand out. That's how it worked at this site.)

Degare's Post:

“It seems you’ve discovered one of my secrets . . . It seems we can no longer be an unattractive couple . . . Or at least, I’m the prettier half . . .”

It was not long before Lumiere had transformed back from her swan form, doing so with the grace and ease that one could only expect from a Noir genius. She placed herself on the arm of Degaré’s chair, looking down upon him, white hair covering her shoulders like a shroud. One of her hands, fragile as the finest Carrara, tenderly grazed his cheek as she spoke. Again, he sat perfectly still, but accepting. He felt a slight tingle, a shiver of sorts, work its way up his spine steadily, making the silver-blond hairs on the back of his neck rise. He hadn’t, admittedly, held any attraction to the old Lumiere, one who was unsure of herself and her life. It wasn’t that he hadn’t liked her - he had; he had sensed her potential and had wanted to help her reach it - but he just wasn’t attracted to her. Now, however, she was transformed. She was young, wealthy, beautiful, powerful, like he was, and she also knew what she wanted. He had run into too many girls like himself that turned out to be needy, wanting his attention at every turn, always in some sort of emotional rut. Lumiere, on the other hand, seemed like a girl who knew what she wanted now, and Degaré personally found this trait to be very alluring - it was what had attracted him to Fiona. But of course, Fiona wasn’t here now . . .

He blinked slowly while looking at Lumiere, then replied, giving a slight smirk, “Well, I never doubted zat you were ze prettier ‘alf,” he teased. “But eef your aim ees to deescover a secret of mine, then per’aps I shall geeve you want you want.” He leaned in closer to Lumiere, his chin but a few inches from her thigh, though his face was tilted upwards. “I zeenk I may drop out of ‘ogwarts after my zird year,” he told her, his voice hushed. “I weell sell ze abomeenation of a ‘ouse my mozzer bought, and buy some charmeeng leetle château een ze countryside, or by ze sea. I weell change my name - no longer be a de Guerre, but somezeeng entirely unto myself, weeth my own fate to decide.” He exhaled the softest of sighs. “Sometimes I feel as eef ze fate I never believe exeested ees closeeng een on me. Does zat make sense? Zees ees just a fantasy I eendulge, but one zat I seriously conseeder. I cannot stay ‘ere unteel I am twenty-one - ze very zought ees absurd.” He blinked at her, silvery-dark lashes concealing his blue eyes for a moment before revealing them again. “Do you want to know anozzer secret?” he asked, his voice softening even more. He began to rise in his chair until he was standing, his face above Lumiere’s. His hand rose from his side, caressing her face in the same way she had done his but a few moments before. “You were beauteeful even weeth ze secrets,” he said finally, his voice lowered to a mere whisper, and he leaned in.

His lips tenderly touched hers, and every nerve ending in Degaré’s body tingled with electricity. He had nearly forgotten what it had been to be kissing a girl - it had been so long. His hand moved up to rest beside Lumiere’s softly curved neck, and his fingertips mingled with her snowy tresses. He was overwhelmed with a sense of apathy, brought on by the pleasure of what he was doing. He did not care if he kissed Lumiere for an hour or for a second, if she accepted him or pushed him away. He did not care that his mind was being lowered deeper and deeper into a dark fog, that he wasn’t thinking clearly, and he wouldn’t care if his mind had been crystalline. He thought he didn’t even care who he might be kissing - for a number of faces flashed through his vision, behind closed lids. He saw Rose and Persephone, whom he had kissed long ago, Jaden and Fiona, whom he had never kissed but perhaps had come close to doing so, and even girls whose names could not come to mind, girls he may have flirted with once or twice and had fancied kissing when he felt most alone. He did not care that in his mind, he might not really be kissing Lumiere at all, but a faceless stranger without a name. He did not care that in his mind, he might be kissing nothing - simply releasing a pent-up passion. Most of all, he did not care that even if he had been thinking clearly, he probably would have kissed her anyway. The darkness that he felt within his soul, the one whose presence had become easier and easier to sense lately, had tempted him to do so ever since he had entered the room.


Lumiere's (My) Post:

“Well, I never doubted zat you were ze prettier ‘alf, But eef your aim ees to deescover a secret of mine, then per’aps I shall geeve you want you want.”

Lumiere subdued herself, forcing herself not to be overwhelmed by Degare's words. The way he used them was so winsome, especially when cleverly coupled with his unrelenting smile. It was so dynamic that even Lumiere Noir herself had to actually carefully consider her next move. His manner of flirting was unique, tactical and yet characteristic, natural, a style that he alone had mastered completely. No wonder so many weak-hearted girls fell victim to Degare's sovereignty , swarming around him like flies to a piece of fresh fruit, each one eager to get a taste of his delectable sweetness. The fact that he had so much control over at least 99.9% of the female gender was impressive to her. Anyone who had a proclivity to charm in such a siren manner was considered worthy of her presence. And still, Degare just wasn't another venerable cognizance . A rare breed he was, magnificent and shrewd. Lumiere didn't want him against her, ever. Her intuition told her that she would never have to face him as an adversary, that he would be on her side for years to come. She couldn't say the same for Justin though, her future finance. He was...shifty, even more so than her snake-like self. There was something he was hiding from her, something he tried to shield from her eyes. He meant nothing to her though, absolutely nothing. So why should she dwell on his pathetic existence? Easy. He was a threat to her, to her and her future plans, a threat she planned on eliminating as soon as possible...

The boy was utterly arrogant, without a good reason to be. Sure he possessed plenty of magical arsenal. The think he lacked was a think called 'proper planning'. Lumiere never did anything without a purpose. Every move she made was somehow connected, weaved like the web of a widow , to some bigger picture, some bigger plan. On top of that Lumiere was obeservant. Her eyes picked up everything from a simple glance to Degare's refusal to show visual signs to her ever constant affections. It was her keen need to watch that told Lumiere that Degare, for example was perfectly fine with every little gesture. His eyes showed it under their blue surface, the slight satisfaction simmering to the top. It was actually very enthralling to watch. Lumiere wasn't sure if she could ever get bored of tracing the slightest signs of life...of being human. It fascinated her more than ever now, partly because she'd studied up on the subject of human feelings. Everything seemed so different now, so much more entertaining. Lumiere wasn't sure she'd ever get bored. As hard as it was too do, Lumiere was actually spacing out for a second, yet the faint and accented words from Degare's handsome voice brought her back to reality and she gave him look of pure sensual inquisitiveness, wondering what he was going on about. His well-structured face was only a few inches above her thigh and she looked down as he looked up, a slight smirk of pleasure on her face.

“I zeenk I may drop out of ‘ogwarts after my zird year,” he told her, his voice hushed. “I weell sell ze abomeenation of a ‘ouse my mozzer bought, and buy some charmeeng leetle château een ze countryside, or by ze sea. I weell change my name - no longer be a de Guerre, but somezeeng entirely unto myself, weeth my own fate to decide.”

That was interesting, mostly because Degare sounded relatively serious. Her head tilted slowly, though silently, Lumiere's mind performing several functions at once. For now, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Or maybe, she actually had a plan.

“Sometimes I feel as eef ze fate I never believe exeested ees closeeng een on me. Does zat make sense? Zees ees just a fantasy I eendulge, but one zat I seriously conseeder. I cannot stay ‘ere unteel I am twenty-one - ze very zought ees absurd.”

Lumiere, even though mature and changed still thought in the most logical manner. She figured she understood Degare's words somewhat. Her head remained tilted, mind racing, moving from concept to concept, old and new. It was odd how little things like this could be so over-analyzed in her brain. Yet, it seemed as her thought processes would be temporarily coming to an end.

The ornate chair squeaked lightly and the next thing Lumiere knew, Degare was standing, blond hair glistening in all it's silvery magnificence. Lumiere's concentration had been broken and now the Degare was the only thing she could see, even the flickering of the candles had become unbeknownst to her. Though she wasn't going to lie. She didn't mind how her heart began to thump irregularly, as Degare moved in with with poise, or how there was this dark energy flowing though him, the vibrations on the prints of his fingers sending rush into her fragile frame. Nor did she care as his lips pressed softly again her, pink silk meeting pink silk, or as his scintillating hand ran through her flowery mass of silver-white, pushing through the strands. And yet, she couldn't yet be irritated at the fact that the last organ to be hit by this exciting rush was her brain and she realized, finally, Degare was kissing her.

And unlike she had during her first kiss so long ago, she didn't think about. For a few moments, Lumiere would let her natural instincts, her new improved natural instincts take over and she smiled confidently into the kiss, her pale arms flung like a snug scarf around Degare's next, black nails slipping into his hair, his soft hair, starting off slowly, building and stopping never going past a certain point, teasing him almost and almost challenging him to do the same in his own little way. This boy had a way of doing everything in his own little way.

Lumiere hated to break it, even for a second and she planned on continuing. So after a few seconds, she let herself pull away, though only slightly. There eyes met, blue on blue and Lumiere smiled in her seductive manner, lips only slightly upturned an angled to the left. Her voice was low, a whisper, faint, only for Degare's ears. "Why would such clever man as you allow his twisted soul to go to waste?" It was serious, it was teasing. And she gave him a smaller kiss to prove that before pulling away. "I've always seen such a man in a position of... power.."


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