Out of Character:Name: Morgan
Gender: Male
Age: 17
How you found Potter's Army: My Buddy
Any other characters on Potter's Army: Nope
Anything else: (Optional.)
In Character
Name: Marco Lee Dubhbraon
Nicknames: None
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Year AND Age: 17, 7th Year
Preferred houses: Slytherin, I can be very egotistical and self serving; or Ravenclaw, I have the brains...but ambition is more important.
Birthday: April, 1
Canon or Original: Origional
Play-by: Kyle Burns
Blood Status: Pureblood
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Platinum blonde; straight and usually worn spiky or in my face.
Eye colour: turquoise fading to gold depending on mood
Skin: pale, but sunkissed.
Other distinguishing features: nose ring.
Personality: Marco has a stubborn streak a mile wide; and he can be very self centered and egotistical. He understands the benefits of looking out for yourself; especially after the recent war and betrayals among everyone. His redeeming quality is that he is very loyal and a stalwart friend...once he allows you in far enough to call you a friend. Perhaps above all else Marco is one of those people who enjoys life and living to the fullest. He is the type to go to a party just to observe everyone else and have a good time. He will remain aloof and stay to himself, mingling only when he feels it will benefit him, or if his curiosity gets the better of him. He is intelligent, very much the good student with minimum effort; but he doesn't really brag or show off about it. He prefers to be the unexpected variable in the crowd, adding comments that he feels the instruction needs while keeping to himself most of the time. To sum him up in a short sentence would be cocky and self serving... he knows what he is good at and uses it to his advantage.
Skills: Classwise: Apparition, Charms and Healing spells, Dark Arts, Good with Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Divination and Runology, Otherwise: Thinking on his feet, hand to hand combat, music.
Weaknesses: Classwise: Hates duelling, Potions, Herbology, and is only fair at Arithmancy. Otherwise: Standoffish, not so good at strategy.
Likes: The finer things in life; good food, lavish surroundings, a few good friends...sparring, being outdoors; Muggle customs such as movies, video games, and literature.
Dislikes: Mudbloods, overly friendly types, and surprisingly dishonest types; goody two shoes poeple, and people with no purpose.
Motto: Those who are weaker were made to be the tools of those who are stronger.
Family Information: Father: Liam Dubhbraon, Old Irish pureblood wizard--Mother Kiernian O'Malley Celtic High Priestess.
Background: (One paragraph.)Marco was raised by his father, his Mother was killed in a Muggle incident shortly after his birth, one of the deciding factors in his dislike of mixed blood. A mudblood wizard was driving a car and hit his mother as she crossed a street, killing her instantly. So Marco doesn't remember her at all, although everyone who knew her says she lives on in him, especially his father. This causes a lot of animosity between them, Marco's actions and resemblance to his mother are reminders that his father was too weak to save her. He took this hard and as a result he has a loathing of Marco for reminding him of his failure. Marco grew up near to estranged from his father never understanding why he was hated so deeply; and when he was old enough to understand he no longer cared. His father's legacy of hatred had bloomed in his heart and he had a despising of muggleborns to rival Voldemort. Then his father was killed in a questionable accident, but all Marco got out of it was relief, and his freedom. Now that he is of age he has inherited the family fortune, and being in his last year at Hogwarts plans to graduate and live a life of leisure...unless something comes along to change those plans.
Short Roleplay: Marco wandered into the Great Hall clad against regulation in his thick woolen robe and slippers of bottle green hues. His turquoise eyes looked half awake, but he was observing everything minutely. He took his usual seat at the far end of the bench on his respective House Table, he neither greeted anyone nor was greeted. Not until he had eaten would any really approach him, it was a ritual. Those closest to him knew it was his manner to observe under the premise of eating, and then they might discuss anything with him afterwards. He pulled a platter of sausages towards him and a creamy looking grain cereal. He did not relinquish either serving dish until he was sated and content. Then he allowed a small second year to take them back down the table. It was customary, he treated the boy like a servant, and the boy knew better than to refuse or overstep the ritual. Thus fortified he looked at a dorm mate, he knew they were going to ask him to help them with their Charms essay, and he would, the benefits were worth it; he made certain of it. He waited for the boys to approach expectantly.
by Marco Dubhbraon Sat Sep 26, 2009 3:24 am
