Post by kale on Apr 2, 2012 0:15:34 GMT
kale cepheus fontaine
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celeb look alike: gaspard ulliel.
character's full name:[/color][/b] Kale Cepheus Fontaine
nicknames:[/color][/b] K, Ceph
age:[/color][/b] 15, born 26th June 1960
year:[/color][/b] 5th
house:[/color][/b] Slytherin
code word:[/color][/b] [removed by Admin]
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[/color][/b] Kale stands at an average 5' 11", at least average for his family. Whilst his relatives are broad and muscular, Kale is more toned and slim, his hobby of running keeping him in shape. He has dark brown hair that lays flat against his head. He tries to keep it trimmed but sometimes it does get away from him and reaches his shoulders.in-depth appearance:
His eye colour seems to shift with his moods. Usually they are a warm blue colour, but in times of anger they are sometimes mistaken for greeny-grey. His facial features come from his father; high cheek bones, a regal appearance with a slim face and slim neck to match. He has a small scar on his right cheek he received during a duel which has remained an angry red colour despite various healers having a go at it.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Charming, witty, intelligent, all three of these words have been applied to Kale Fontaine at one point or another. He is a leader amongst his peers, mostly through his abilities in manipulation and other such tricks, and a trustworthy and sort-after friend. He is charming and pleasant enough when around those he deems acceptable of his time, and eve polite if some-what distant to those he doesn't. Of course,this is just a public projection.in-depth personality:
Whilst Kale is charming, it is always under the understanding that he is after something. Power, acknowledgement, followers or purely a kick, he is always after something so he can get the best out of life and any situation. Cruel and malicious, this Slytherin has a darker streak which doesn't present itself very often. Those close to him that he can trust have seen it often enough. Whether through a loss of temper, or confronted by a Muggleborn in a empty corridor, blood drawn is a regular occurrence. More often then not it is accompanied by a spew of abuse and laughter from himself and his peers.
Strengths: Loyal- Kale would never betray his loved ones, be they family or friends. Once he owes his loyalty to you in one form or another then you have a friend, a dedicated ally and trusted adviser for life. Or, until you betray his trust and his loyalty, in which case you find a young man driven to revenge.
Strong- Both physically and mentally, Kale tries to keep himself in prime condition. Physically, he enjoys running in the evenings. The cool air against heated skin is the perfect cure to the days stresses that he seems to face. Mentally, he enjoy pushing himself mentally. Learning new skills or information, and especially taking part in small puzzles that is Father used to favour also.
Witty- Charming at times and disarming at others, Kale's Father used to comment that he had a silver tongue. He was able to talk himself out of most situations as a youngster and has continued with this skill. After all, you need to have some charm when going into politics.
Driven- Whether it's to achieve an O in his latest pieces of Homework or to gain some prestige in the corridors of the ancient school, Kale is always striving to get the best he can. Driven to the end, he is ambitious and willing to play dirty to achieve his ends.
Weaknesses: Stubborn- Once Kale gets an idea into his head or forms a plan it is very hard to convince him to change his mind. He is head-strong in arguments and debates, not willing to give ground on most subjects, especially ones retaining to blood status.
Unforgiving- Once you have crossed him, you will never find yourself back in Kale's good books. His trust his hard won and he is very loyal, placing his trust and self in others. So, when people prove they are unworthy of this, he will never forgive them.
Malicious- Far from the demur and calm person his outwards expressions and appearance may put across, Kale can be cruel and cold-hearted at times. Though not quick to anger, once he is in a fight or taking revenge on someone, he delights in drawing blood and filling the corridors with sweet screams...
Arrogant at times- Despite not liking this in others, Kale often displays arrogance from day-to-day. Not entirely cock-sure of himself, when pitted against someone he perceives as below himself or not as skilled then his arrogance shines through quite clearly.
Habits: When bored or nervous, Kale often scuffs his feet against the floor, kicking his feels and stubbing the tips of his shoes against the floor. He is often found with a Liquorice Wand hanging from his mouth, absent-mindedly gnawing on it when he is deep in thought.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Quidditch, though he tries to keep this to himself.likes:
Liquorish wands, he can often be found with one hanging from his mouth when studying or reading.
Studying, he considers the pursuit of knowledge a worthy past time though he does not obsess about it.
Fresh snow, Kale loves the feeling of his boots sinking through fresh snow. The way it blankets the landscape is breath taking at times in his eyes.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Pumpkin Juice, he detests the taste of this drink despite his peers fervour for it.dislikes:
Rodents, he sees them all as disease carrying vermin, even those that are considered pets.
Arrogance, despite displaying this himself at times, he dislikes arrogance of any kind that is unfounded or from those who have not deemed themselves any better then those around them.
Dishonesty, deceiving someone is one thing, but he cannot abide dishonesty between two peers who are meant to be working together/be on the same side.
New Quills, despite it being a sign of wealth at times, Kale hates using new quills. They never feel right in his hand and the ink never settles properly in the first few uses.
Exams, quite an obvious dislike, but he has never prevailed at exams. Studying he is fine at, but applying everything he has learnt into one sitting he finds quite a challenge.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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boggart:[/color][/b] Kale's biggest fear is himself becoming a werewolf. His Father was recently killed by one, devastating the young man even if he wouldn't admit it. If he became the thing he detested above all else he had no idea what he would do.
patronus:[/color][/b] It would take the form of a lion. An odd appearances for a Slytherin, but the creature and the boy share similar characteristics; strong, noble at times and majestic. Living as a loner when necessary but preferring to roam in a pride, sitting nobly at the head of the Pride.
mirror of erised:[/color][/b] More then anything, Kale desires two things; his father's approval, and Maddie by his side, though he would admit neither to anyone under pain of death. He sees his wants as weaknesses, though two things he could never escape from.
wand:[/color][/b] 13", Ebony, Hippogryff Talon
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[/color][/b] Pureblood[/blockquote][/blockquote]blood status:
[/color][/b]parents:
- Cepheus Fontaine, 42, Pure, Father, deceased
- Charlotte Fontaine (nee Lycera), 36, Pure, Mother
- William Fontaine, 114, Pure, Paternal Grandfather, deceased
- Eliza Fontaine (nee Atkins), 104, Pure, Paternal Grandmother
- Kale Lycera, 96, Pure, Maternal Grandfather
- Agatha Lycera (nee Brooke), 87, Pure, Maternal Grandmother, deceased
[/color][/b] None[/blockquote][/blockquote]siblings:
[/color][/b] When not at Hogwarts, Kale resides at the small grounds of the Fontain Estate in the Countryside of Wales[/blockquote][/blockquote]current residence:
[/color][/b] Kale was born in November to Cepheus and Charlotte Fontaine, a respectable couple in high Society. Both Death Eaters. It was an unusual situation to find yourself having a child in, but they both doted on the boy and cherished this life they had made together. There weren't any siblings to speak of and so for the first few years Kale amused himself with the few House Elves the household kept, hiding around the manor and making the bewildered Elves find him after counting to the first number that popped into his mind.in depth history:
In the years following the Fontaine's hosted several meetings for the DE as they grew in power and numbers. Throw in the various get togethers that other members threw and he found himself with a whole host of others to occupy himself with. King of the roost, he began developing his skills in leadership and manipulation in equal measures on his peers and friends, though the former was put to rest when he met one Maddie Mackenzie, who he doted upon and followed like a lost puppy most of the time.
Life passed this way for several years as the Death Eaters grew larger, the children all taking advantage whenever possible to see each other, Maddie and Kale growing especially close. Hogwarts Letters arrived much to their excitement and Kale was whisked off to Diagon Alley first thing the next day. He'd been there several times before, but it was like the first time all over again as the 11 year old purchased his wand and other supplies. His excitement abated somewhat, however, as he had to stand still for measuring for his school robes and others more casual and formal Dress robes for the coming year.
The castle was awe-inspiring in the young group as the floated across the lake towards Hogwarts, a place that would soon become their home. Kale was sorted into Slytherin, the Hat taking mere moments to decide. Maddison was sorted into the same House along with a few others he had met in the years previous years. His first year passed in a blur of losing his way around the castle and getting into the swing of things. He quickly established himself as a person to take note of, even in his first year, through his dealings with others. Especially those of less then Pureblood, much to the amusement and approval of his House mates.
His second year was marked by a deeper delving into his studies, finally buckling down somewhat in order to get on with things. Whilst he noted the Quidditch try-outs he did not go for them, instead cheering his friends on, especially Maddie Mackenzie whom he remained stead-fast friends with. Kale developed his skills further in duelling, often approaching the older years for private tuition in this area. He soon developed a keen fascination with Potions, taking to the subject this school year like a duck to water.
Kale's third year was uninspiring. By this point he had readily settled into Hogwarts life and had firmly established himself in Slytherin as a leader amongst his friends, second only to Maddie, though this was dwindling as the days went by, at least in his opinion. The year trickled by slowly, days marked by jokes and homework, though nothing of note occurred until the few week before the end of term. He received a letter from his parents informing him of a private dinner which was being held with a few special guests. They would be staying with the Fontaine's for a few weeks during the Summer and had taken a special interest in him.
The Summer break passed in a haze of watching his words and learning what he could from the charismatic, and obviously powerful, couple which graced their family home. The names he was given were obviously alias', but his parents did not question it. The respect and strength these two held around other inspired him greatly and would influence him in the years to come. The previous disdain he had held for Muggleborns intensified 10-fold during this break as he listened to the conviction with which the couple spoke when discussing their plans to rid the planet of Muggles. He knew of the Death Eaters and developed the ambition to join their ranks as soon as he came of age.
His fouth year was spent garnering power and influence. He was more openly cruel and disdainful towards those who were openly Muggleborn, even looking down upon those Half-bloods. Blood was spilt on more then one occasion, and he soon began to develop a reputation of infamy amongst the student populace. He and Maddie grew apart quite quickly, the later not agreeing with many of Kale's convictions. Whilst he privately mourned the loss, outwardly he was calm and collected, the perfect epitome of a future Death Eater.
Now in his fifth year, Kale Fontaine is quietly enjoying the influence he wields and the power he has been afforded through hours of practice and tuition from the same couple who once again visited during the holidays. He knew he was being groomed for something larger, though he ignored it, arrogance clouding his judgement in this matter. What the year holds he can only guess.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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name/alias:[/color][/b] Kale
experience:[/color][/b] Near on 6 years now
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roleplay sample:[/color][/b] The branches snapped underfoot as Kale Fontaine moved through the dim forest, flinching at the sudden loud noise after being so careful to be quiet for so long. He'd often wondered as a young lad how his Father and his associates moved so quietly, so silently, wondered so hard that he'd begun to copy the man's mannerisms. Cepheus had caught his son observing him and agreed to show him. Since that tender moment, a rare glimpse in time when his Father had doted upon him, the movement had become second nature, his movements silent and precise without concious effort. It was for this exact reason the sharp snap caught him totally unaware.
Frowning down, he lifted the offending foot and stepped over the snapped branch, foot coming down and pressing into the crisp, virgin snow that still quilted the grounds of Hogwarts. Despite the fair weather that the school had been taking advantage of, the blanket of white still smothered the ground, stretching outwards and beckoning the odd first year into a snowball fight between classes. Glancing over his shoulder, the Slytherin saw his deep prints in the snow, but also another set. Muscles tightened at this realisation.
It was past curfew and Kale had been certain that no-one had followed him, had even covered up his foot tracks until he broke the edge of the forest. So, who was following him? Whipping out his wand, panic took a tight grip on his chest as a blur of movement passed before him, snatching the wooden magical tool from his tight grip with no effort, a hallowing laughter left in it's wake. The time old reaction of Fight-or-Flight gripped his body, flooding his system wit adrenaline, forcing him into an instinctual reaction. Not even contemplating a fight, his legs began to move of their own accord.
Legs pumped, arms swung tightly, lungs heaved as he ran faster and faster. The bitterly cold air stung his chest and throat as he inhaled it, breath coming out in a dense cloud of used gasses that his body did not need. A glance over his shoulder revealed nothing, but left him blind to his path. Turning back, a slim branch caught him across the face. Such was the impact that it snapped his head to the side. Coming to a halt with a hiss, he spun on the spot as the laughter filled the air again.
There before him was Jane, a girl in many of his classes. She was usually quietly in the corner, often appearing sickly and pale. But right now he was confused and she was laughing.
"Oh, Kale, silly little boy, I was only... playing"
The instinct to fly was replaced by a deep seated, blood-freezing fear as a hot liquid dripped from his forehead, blinding one eye. Bringing a cold hand up, he felt it smear across his finger before bringing it before his good eyes. Deep red, wet blood coated his finger tips, striking against the pale skin. Rising his gaze, muscles contracted and his fear doubled. Jane had gone pale, well, paler then usual. Eyes wide and the deepest black he could describe, almost bottomless. She looked... hungry.
"Jane...?"
He knew at that moment his foolish fear had signed his death warrant. In that moment pieces connect. In that moment he realised what Jane was, that he was bleeding, and that he was about to die. Nothing could stop it from happening, but it didn't stop him bringing his arms up to defend himself when she leapt. He felt his ulna snap, the noise sickening but the pain dulled by shock. Kale was knocked to the ground, broken arm useless by his side, the other still covering his face. A firm grip took it and slammed it to the ground, nails digging through cloth and into skin, humerus breaking. That one he felt.
A scream of pain ripped from his throat, soon intensified as it felt it. Like a hot knife through butter, Jane's fangs sunk into the taught flesh of his neck. His life force spilled out and into her mouth, some escaping he lapping tongue. Despite the agony that flared through him, radiating outward from pierced neck, broken arms and throbbing head, the Slytherin couldn't help but notice how warm his blood was compared to his suddenly cold skin. How Jane sat astride him, keeping him pinned, her tongue lapping at the wreckage that was the skin of his neck. Under normal circumstances, it could have been erotic. Ironic then that he would face his end in a position he'd never found himself in in life.
Death had a funny way of making you look at things. The screams died in his throat, he gave up struggling. The pain faded. His extremities went numb, mind felt fuzzy. His head fell to the side when at last his killer released him, dark green eyes faintly taking in the beautiful patterns his blood splatter had left against the pure white snow. If he was to see one thing before he died, Kale was glad it was something beautiful, even if it was a stretch of the word.
But, no, his gaze was wrenched up, eyes unfocused by trying their hardest to make out the features of Jane's face as she sobbed her apologies and horror. He was faintly glad he couldn't, glad he couldn't see his blood smeared across her face from her furious and gluttonous feed.
"It's the only way..."
The words echoed strangely within his empty mind before the hot liquid hit the back of his throat. He chocked, chocked some more as it filled his mouth, before finally swallowing. His mind began to clear, but moments later Kale wished it hadn't. With better clarity came the pain. No longer did it radiate from his neck or arms. It swirled through every cell in his body, awakening the Slytherin to every part of himself, bathing him in a new birth of flames and pain. The screams that echoed through the trees were once again his own, though it took a few moments for him to realise it.
He knew not how long he thrashed around in the snow, limbs aching and burning as each cell was destroyed and renewed, but eventually it faded. Gradually it left his body, leaving him panting on the cold snow.
No, not cold snow, not anymore. Kale became faintly aware that the crisp white layer was now the same temperature as his body. The panting, whilst it did expand his chest, he received no relief like he would have before. No burning, no easing of pain, no nothing. The last sensation was a deep seated thirst and the overwhelming instinct to drink.
Sitting up, he realised that Jane was a small distance away, though everything appeared sharper.
"The drink you need is that way," she said, gesturing in the opposite direction. Without a though he was on his feet and speeding through the forest, unaware of the beast he had become. His entire being focused on sating the thirst that would be his constant companion for the next several months.... He was a vampire, his new life would begin with that first drop of blood to his tongue
