Zeke Harland de Lioncourt
Apr 29, 2014 2:47:15 GMT 1
Post by Zeke Harland de Lioncourt on Apr 29, 2014 2:47:15 GMT 1
Order of the Phoenix
Name of RPer (What you want us to call you)
Max
Do you have any other accounts, you don't need to make a RP sample if Yes
Not yet....
Name of Character:
Zeke Harland de Lioncourt
Age and Birthday:
Appearance:
He has chocolate brown hair that he likes to sleek back most of the time, sharp features, and a gaze so piercing it could melt your heart or give shivers down your spine, regarding on how he sees you. He's not thin nor is he overweight, just perfectly structured. He isn't too tall nor is he short either.
Job and Title:
Student
Why they would he join the Order:
Simply put, is father got murdered by deatheaters
Background of the character:
Zeke was the only child born from his parents' arranged marriage. He grew up looking up to his father and enjoying the simplest things: books and more books, and sometimes cooking and fishing. He wasn't the sporty type, choosing to just sit at the sidelines. His parents were both born in traditional families and he was raised to act in such a way. He's rather formal and reserved but when he's comfortable, he also has a playful side to him
Parents (dead or alive):
Arah Luxenburg and Lucas de Lioncourt (diseased)
Siblings (dead or alive):
None
Children:
None
Spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend:
None
RP Sample:
Zeke wasn't the type to walk around at night time in their small pond but he needed more time to contemplate. He was just told that his father was in an accident. SOME accident. He was killed when a group of deatheaters decided to raid his father's office. He looked down at the reflection of the moonlight along the soft waves of the pond and that night vowed to avenge his father's death. He needn't tell his mother of his plans, of course. Her, choosing to stay on the sidelines and not get personally involved with the feud. They were that kind of family but with his father's death. Things got personal. Things took a turn for the worst. He kicked a pebble, rather hard, towards the pond and watched the water be disturbed. His feelings, along with the pebble, slowly sank down, never to surface again.
