Post by dante illario ottati on Dec 11, 2011 3:39:55 GMT
I lived my life in shadow,
never the sun on my face
[/color]never the sun on my face
DANTE ILLARIO OTTATI[/color]
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It didn't seem so sad though.
I figured that was my place[/color]
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full name: Dante Illario Ottati
nicknames: Dante
year: Seventh
house: Ravenclaw
birthday: June 20
wand: nine and a half, oak, phoenix feather
blood status: muggleborn
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation:
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Now I'm bathed in light
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hair: dirty blond
eyes: dark brown
build: 5'11'', 190 lbs
distinguishing features: n/a
play-by: Alex Pettyfer
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Something just isn't right
I'm under your spell
[/color][/center]I'm under your spell
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likes:
- Music
- Art
- Candy
- Coffee
- Motorcycles
- Fast Cars
- Girls
- Parties
- Potions
- Sunsets
- Fire
dislikes:
- Water
- Gossip
- Drama
- Rules in General
- Large Crowds
- Spicy Foods
- High-Pitched Girl Laughs
- Getting Sick
- People making fun of him for his blood line
- Chocolate
mirror of erised: Find a girl who can put up with him. He isn't the easiest guy to get along with sometimes, or be in a relationship with. He's a pretty big flirt.
boggart: loosing his younger sister
patronus: Ferret
amortentia:
- Lavender
- Penut Butter
- Before Rain smell
personality:
Meet the witty and sarcastic Dante. He is one of those womanizer type men that will do anything to get with a girl. Honestly, he is pretty much the sweetest guy around Hogwarts really, but is also one of the flirtiest. For a girl to have a relationship with him, it would be hard to have a truthful relationship with him. He would never cheat on a girl, but it's hard for him not to flirt with something pretty that walks by every now and then. He knows it's wrong and all, but that's just who he is. He's gotten the "bad boy" persona around here and doesn't exactly want to loose it. It makes girls go crazier around him and he's pretty much happy with all of that around here. He also is a bit of a rebel which comes with the part of a bad boy thing. He hates rules and doesn't enjoy following them. He normally cuts classes that he doesn't like.[/blockquote]
He's a good liar, but rarely uses it. If he lies to you, well, it has to be for a good reason. He doesn't like hurting people and will protect those that he loves no matter the consequences. Even for a teenage boy, he is a neat person. He hates being messy and his room to look cluttered. However, he is a flirt with everything pretty that walks by him, even if he is in a current relationship. While he is trying to get better about that, he is still the flirt that he was when he started going to Hogwarts. Dante is pretty stubborn and will stop at nothing if he sets his sights on something. He enjoys challenges and puzzles and will do anything to figure something out. He is super independent and will do everything by himself. He hates working in groups, and if he has to work with a group, he will want to be the leader. He's not one to try and be told what to do.
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How else could it be
Anyone would notice me?
[/color][/center]Anyone would notice me?
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mother and father: Rene Ottati (41) Decent, Luzio Ottati (45) Bad
siblings: Aria Ottati (21) Good
others of importance: Cousin; Lucas Ellington (19)
history:
Dante is the oldest child of Luzio and Rene Ottati. He was born on a warm day in a small town just outside of the London area. His mother and father were originally from France, but decided to move to England when Rene was pregnet with Dante. Why? To escape the parents of course. There would be no other reason. Her parents were insane and wanted to control every aspect of their marriage. Dante grew up a normal child, went to school, made friends with ease. He was a pretty popular kid in school. Even at a young age, he was such a lovable little spunk. He was always doing well, abiding by the rules, not being a troublemaker in anything. His mother always supported him in things he wanted to do. He quickly got into the field of art and usually stayed that way. His father was more of the hard-ass type of person. He owned his own law business and of course, wanted him to work there.
Because of the push from his father, Dante began to act out a slight bit. At a young age, he began to want to work on cars, go out all the time, and do other things a ten year old shouldn't. Once he turned eleven, he began getting letters. Apparently he was a wizard. His mother never exactly told anyone that her father held the magical gene, but it passed over her, so she didn't think it was an important aspect in their lives. However, Luzio did not want him to attend this magic school if his blood line was weak anyways. He wanted him to go to normal school with normal kids and then go to college to learn about business. Well, the mother won this argument. He began to attend Hogwarts. There, he met his cousin from his mother's side of the family, Lucas. It seems his uncle, his mother's brother, had gotten the true magical gene. Seems that the magic gene only followed in the male's pathway in this type of story.
He was admitted into the Ravenclaw house and had no problem with that. They were a bunch of witty people. As he dragged on through his years, he began to become more of a flirt. He flirt with basically any girl who was around his age, either being a year older or a year younger. He became the image of a "bad boy" at Hogwarts. He liked fast cars, motorcycles, and women. The three things any "real" man would want. He is still "pure" in that way, but he has kissed a lot of girls at this school. He doesn't really go around spreading that business. It would ruin everything he's worked up towards this last year.
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It's magic I can tell
How you set me free
[/color][/center]How you set me free
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name/alias: Emi
experience: 6 years
how you found us: ad
roleplay sample:
The curly red-head had a knack of hurting herself one way or another. Whether or not she would slip on some ice or run into a door way, or just end up tripping over her own two feet, she was constantly in the hospital wing. Today it had been she fell out of her bed and right on to the floor and fell on to her numerous amount of crap laying right beside her bed. Her arm hurt and she felt like she'd done some real damage to it this time. She held on to her left arm with her right hand to keep it from swinging anywhere and getting more hurt than it was. Then again, she had a knack for over exaggerating things as well. Either way, it was going to be interesting to see the nurse's face when she explained what had happened this time. Kaisar felt like the nurse was getting annoyed by seeing her in the wing basically once a week now, but if she got hurt, then she got hurt.
She shook her head as she took her walk of shame to the medical wing. Once she got in there, the nurse was no where to be found at the moment, so she just took a seat on one of the cots. She swung her legs back and forth because her feet couldn't touch the ground on account of she was so small. She watched out of the hall as other people passed the halls of Hogwarts, talking to their friends and their 'significant other' as she sat alone. She gave a loud sigh as she laid back on the cot and kind of wished Cupid were match her up with someone already. She hated the fact that he had to pick someone for her, but she was interested to see who her match would be. She hoped a lot of things about the guy; nice, sweet, not dumb. However, she would go with the flow like normal and just work with him. She just hoped that he could deal with her.
On that note, she didn't know if anyone could really handle her hyper-ball of happiness. The red-head had not that bad of a temper, but could easily get angered if the person stepped on the wrong subject. And her being trained as a boxer and fighter didn't really bode well for ther person that came across her on the wrong day. She put that to the side of her mind and went back to her arm. She rolled up her long sleeve shirt on her left side to see if she had bruised herself. The bruise went from a few inches above her wrist to about her elbow-ish area. She stuck her tongue out and then rolled her white sleeve back down. She got back up out of the cot and began to wonder around the hospital area, trying to find the nurse. If she didn't find her soon, she'd just come back after her classes were over. She could not afford to miss any classes. Her professor would probably end up killing her if she gave the excuse "she was in the nurse's office" again. Her potions teacher was just evil and seemed to not have a heart for anything dealing with injuries. She was a clutz. Get over it. Actually, that's what her teacher told her to do every time she came late. She sighed as she went back over to the cot she was sitting on and was going to sit there for about five more minutes or so before leaving.
She shook her head as she took her walk of shame to the medical wing. Once she got in there, the nurse was no where to be found at the moment, so she just took a seat on one of the cots. She swung her legs back and forth because her feet couldn't touch the ground on account of she was so small. She watched out of the hall as other people passed the halls of Hogwarts, talking to their friends and their 'significant other' as she sat alone. She gave a loud sigh as she laid back on the cot and kind of wished Cupid were match her up with someone already. She hated the fact that he had to pick someone for her, but she was interested to see who her match would be. She hoped a lot of things about the guy; nice, sweet, not dumb. However, she would go with the flow like normal and just work with him. She just hoped that he could deal with her.
On that note, she didn't know if anyone could really handle her hyper-ball of happiness. The red-head had not that bad of a temper, but could easily get angered if the person stepped on the wrong subject. And her being trained as a boxer and fighter didn't really bode well for ther person that came across her on the wrong day. She put that to the side of her mind and went back to her arm. She rolled up her long sleeve shirt on her left side to see if she had bruised herself. The bruise went from a few inches above her wrist to about her elbow-ish area. She stuck her tongue out and then rolled her white sleeve back down. She got back up out of the cot and began to wonder around the hospital area, trying to find the nurse. If she didn't find her soon, she'd just come back after her classes were over. She could not afford to miss any classes. Her professor would probably end up killing her if she gave the excuse "she was in the nurse's office" again. Her potions teacher was just evil and seemed to not have a heart for anything dealing with injuries. She was a clutz. Get over it. Actually, that's what her teacher told her to do every time she came late. She sighed as she went back over to the cot she was sitting on and was going to sit there for about five more minutes or so before leaving.
