Title: ZABINI, maurice
maurice zabini - September 3, 2007 06:26 PM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ maurice zabini ]
[ maurice zabini ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: Levi.
age: Fifteen.
contact: AIM }} omg haemovore
experience: Three years.
how'd you find us? An ad.
[ w h o are you?
full name: Maurice Jean-Loup Zabini.
explain the names:
- { Maurice means dark skinned in French. Or something like that. Whatever it means, it's an awful first name for a boy like Loup and he's set on the idea that his father just wanted to fuck with his mind.
{ Jean-Loup is a mashing up of two French names, the first meaning God is gracious and the second meaning wolf. God only knows what sort of meaning Blaise and Gabrielle were going for, but it's marginally better than Maurice.
{ Zabini means... something.
age/year: Seventeen years old and in his seventh year.
house: Sssslytherin.
any titles?: Beater on the Quidditch team. Because his biceps are too damn gorgeous to just loll around all day.
[ show some skin!
eye color: Brown. Loup didn't inherit his mother's veela genes, and so didn't get any of that blue-green shit.
hair color: Black. Very black.
skin tone: Far darker than his sister's.
celebrity portrayal: Dorian @ DNA. I can't find his surname. Ugh.
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
- { Quidditch.
{ Sexsex&sex.
{ Firewhiskey.
{ Loud music.
{ Fit girls.
{ Nighttime.
{ Crude humor.
{ Flying.
{ Biters.
{ WINNING.
- { Clingy people.
{ Resistance.
{ Assignments.
{ Reading.
{ DAlosers.
{ Harmonicas.
{ Lessons.
{ Fish. Ew.
{ Queuing.
{ Maurice.
- { Confident.
{ Headstrong.
{ Well-connected.
{ Able-bodied.
{ Persuasive.
- { Lazy.
{ Cocky.
{ Indifferent.
{ Manipulative.
{ Unintelligent.
- { Kisses his teeth.
{ Like, a lot.
{ Butts into conversations.
{ Like, a lot.
{ Sleeps splayed out.
- { Sweat.
{ Sole of a new sneaker.
{ Rust.
- { A wabbit. Go guess why.
- { His father finding out about his - ah - positive status.
- "You little fag!"
Yelling at the top of his voice, Loup swung his fist out at the smaller lad that stood before him. It connected with that boy's jaw, making a sickening crack and sending the victim to the floor. As he struggled backwards, cradling his face, Loup advanced on him. He was at least two years younger, but that didn't stop Zabini wanting to see what his insides looked like.
"It's a muggle's disease! It's a fucking disgrace!"
"I didn't know!" The boy retorted, his voice thick through pain and tears, "Not until now!"
"But you knew you were a filthy mudblood! You told me you were pure!" He aimed a kick at the fallen boy's chest, winding him rather severely. Loup then turned away, not listening to the gasping breaths as he made his way back to the path that led out of the forest.
HIV? HI-fucking-V? It was something mudbloods died from. Just thinking about it made him want to throw up.
personality:
- Loup isn't exactly the Slytherin house's answer to Rosencrantz; he isn't a very wordy person. Sitting around, exchanging witticisms with his classmates just isn't something you'll find him doing, because he doesn't even know what a witticism is. Mister Zabini isn't the sharpest tack in the draw, and that's putting it lightly. It's improbable that he's ever finished a book in his life, and his essays are always either below standards or simply not done at all. The only class he ever passed with flying colors is, conveniently enough, flying itself. Since that final lesson in his first year, Loup's grades have gone downhill at a rapid pace, and the only way his marks could ever go through the ceiling was if he was standing on the floor above. He simply wasn't built for school, as lessons bore him and classrooms confine him; he disrupts his teachers mid-lecture and constantly bothers those who have the misfortune to sit around him.
While it's clear that Loup has absolutely no hope of getting anything above a T in his NEWTs, it's even clearer that he couldn't give a damn. There's only one thing that keeps him from dropping out of Hogwarts completely, and that's Quidditch. Whereas it would be quite a task to pick up a spot on a decent squad if he left the school before graduation, playing for the Slytherin team is one of the easiest things he's ever done in his life. Beating a bludger clear across the pitch seems to be what he was designed to do, as he does it so spectacularly well. He makes up for his lack of mental aptitude with his sporting ability in a way. Of course, his teachers don't see it that way and constantly despair at his poor classwork and his assignments (waiting for Godot would be more productive than waiting for this boy's essays), but all their moaning hasn't set him right. He couldn't care less about his grades.
Qudditch is one of two passions in his life. The other is sex. Not girls, not women, not even blokes, but sex. Loup doesn't give a fuck about what he sleeps with or how they like it, as long as he gets his rocks off. This Zabini is well known as a serial manipulator, but his prefered sex don't seem to get the message. You'd think they'd learn to stay away from him after hearing all the stories about his love-em-and-leave-em ways, but no. Hell, even the stories about girls having contracted some godawful STD after sleeping with him don't seem to reach the thicker of the females as he's rarely ever without some sort of favorable company. That sort of dim company are the type that confirm the stories, however, as it's more than likely that Loup's the carrier of dickrot or whatnot. He's slept with more women than he can remember, and condoms just aren't convenient.
Loup is, as you've probably worked out, quite the hedonistic young man. He loves indulging himself, and this isn't just confined to the bedroom. He loves having a good time at the expense of others, sitting down to a feast fit for fucking royalty and - of course - enjoying life to the most in his own special way. As a Morte Incarnate member, it goes without saying that his breed of fun is considerably darker than just sitting outside on a nice day. His love of anything that involves using others to have a good time didn't start with the MI, surprisingly, and nor did it start when he discovered fornication. There was always something a little off about Loup as a child; his friendship with Scorpius and his participation in the activities of the Morte Incarnate just helped make it grow to its full potential.
It's amazing what being around a certain kind of people can do to a lad like Zabini, as he went from mildly disturbing to full-out fucked-up within his first year at Hogwarts.
[ take a look back in time
parents: Under
siblings: Construction
history: :'D
[ the rest of the rest
member title: boomBASTIC }}
pets?: An owl. Called Owl.
anything else about your character we should know?: He's really not that nice. (:
other: 1812 Overture.
roleplay sample:
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| With incredibly tired legs, Orrin Weasley heaved himself up another couple of steps, the bronze telescopes in his arms rolling around dangerously as he struggled to reach the astronomy tower. Professor Sinistra was a charming woman, or so he thought, but she had absolutely no common sense whatsoever. Her head was permanently up with the stars, up on a planet where gravity was one fifth of the Earth's norm, as how she expected one lad to carry quite so much equipment was far beyond Orrin. She'd merely ducked her head into the Library, summoned him with a floaty wave of her hand and asked him politely enough to take the telescopes up to the tower for the midnight star-gazing session. Of course, once she's asked that of him, everybody who would have possibly helped had vacated the library as quickly as they could. And how could he say no to a teacher? He was a Prefect, but not only that a Weasley. Professor Sinistra had taught his father, Percy, when he had been at school, so it would have been absolutely disgraceful to refuse her. Percy wouldn't have done it. So, although the task looked near impossible for just one person, he'd been forced to nod dutifully. There must have been at least a dozen in the pile she'd pointed at, and how on Earth he was going to get the hatch open was a mystery, but he'd nodded. It was a foolish thing to do, especially in retrospect, but he'd had no alternative. Feeling very out of breath, he was forced to stop and lean against one of the cold stone walls to both calm his chest and adjust his grip on the telescopes. They were fiddly objects, constantly slipping away from his curled arms of banging painfully against his wrists. Still, there was an upside, as he could see the hatch to the top of the tower. All he had to do was get it open, stack the telescopes in a corner (making sure that they were all clean, neat and had no marks on them whatsoever) and then he could get back to the dorm. It was growing close to after hours, and he wanted to be back before some idiot Prefect reprimanded him as a joke. They wouldn't understand that he was running an errand, because it was any opportunity to humiliate a fellow student with these people. Any opportunity and they were in there like Errol Flynn. As Orrin pushed himself away from the wall and struggled up the final few steps, he heard a voice and almost dropped the telescopes. It couldn't be the Professor up there, seeing as she'd floated on by in the opposite direction, heading more towards the Transfiguration classrooms than her own tower. Also, it was far too early for the students to be setting up their equipment. A scowl crossed his brow. He wasn't in the mood to encounter some arse of a first-year who was simply mucking about; the telescopes were making his forearms ache and that, quite obviously, was putting him in an absolutely vile mood. Still, what could he do other than find out? Somehow, Orrin managed to wriggle his fingers into his robes and pull out his wand. His arms looked incredibly uncomfortable and he was holding it by the very tips of his fingers, but he got it to wave in the right motion. With a quick mutter of accio steps, the hatch opened and the stairs gently unfolded themselves, the bottom one coming to rest just in front of his feet. Which was incredibly handy. As he ascended them, he got a firmer grip on the telescopes (just in case it was a rowdy first-year and they decided to hurl something at him dropping a dozen telescopes on his toes wouldn't be a nice way to end the evening) and then stuck his head out, peering around the astronomy tower with the scowl still lingering. It lightened, however, when he recognized the voice when it spoke next. 'Why can't life be simple likes stars? Hearing this, Orrin quirked an eyebrow. It made him want to reply, but first he'd have to settle the telescopes in a nice corner and then make himself known, as not to frighten Ms. Krum. She was nice, from what he'd seen of her, and she played well for the Gryffindor Quidditch team as seeker. He was obliged, by the law of the house, to never admit she was good (for, although Ravenclaw and Gryffindor got on pleasantly, the winner could only ever be one of them), but she was. And he'd just admitted it. So there. Quite who he was defying by thinking that exact sentence Orrin didn't know, but he was suddenly far too preoccupied with clambering through the hatch and making a pyramid of the telescopes to really care. Stars aren't all simple, you know, He murmured casually whilst stacking the tubes, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, by the way, but I was just coming up the stairs... they really aren't. I mean, unless your idea of simple is being a luminous ball of plasma that begins as a collapsing cloud of material and ends with a massive burst of beta decay because the core can no longer support the mass. I wouldn't think collapsing and having ones electrons driven into protons is very simple-- He broke off. He'd just swanned into the astronomy tower, completely unannounced, and it had only just occurred to him that Alais was there for a private reason. Orrin absolutely hated getting involved with girls and their private problems. He'd never understood how hair could be such a major crisis. Oh dear. Did I intrude? |
ellielove - September 13, 2007 12:50 AM (GMT)
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