Post by caradoc on Mar 23, 2010 22:06:52 GMT 1
Nickname: christopher
How You Found Us: was an old member on MM
Contact Via: pm
How You Found Us: was an old member on MM
Contact Via: pm
What can be found in a name:
Caradoc Ellis Dearborn
When the day I was born:
31/12/1958
The Angels screamed:
Father: Caspar Dearborn
Mother: Catherina Bes
And Hell shut its doors:
none
While creatures retreated:
none
To depths unknown:
halfblood
I hide from them:
Quidditch Pitch
Library
Ravenclaw tower
Be who they want to see:
Caradoc Ellis Dearborn is what you would call your typical jock. Seen from his appearance that is. He's known to be the guy with the perfect toned body, soft skin colour and extreme dazzling hazel eyes. His looks however, don't give anything away about his personality. His short blond hair is mostly ruffled, standing to all sides with wax; he refuses to use gel as he feels it ruins his hair...
Throughout his years in Hogwarts he was always known as a studious and gently guy, though some body characteristics might let you believe otherwise. His nipple piercing - yes girls, start to swoon- and his tattoo - I'm not telling you where - show a slightly rougher side of this charismatic persona.
Build like a linebacker, in the muggle world, this guy could be easily get a profession as a bouncer. Of course the hard abs are did not come there out of the blue. Quidditch, running and at least one hundred push-ups a day gave him the body that he now has... And yes, he still does them on a daily base... Slacking is not affordable when it comes to your body.
Other than that, Dearborn is just your natural handsome guy, though he is strongly discontent with his nose, which has been broken few times by the means of quidditch.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Growing up in the house of Ravenclaw, Caradoc Ellis immediately found that he had a lot of traits a Ravenclaw was desired to have. His studious nature made sure that books were with him wherever he went. Even now he has a notebook with him, ready to write down things that come to his mind so that he can think about them when he gets home. Car does quite a lot of thinking, but tries to keep this to when he is on his own and not talking to other people. Ignoring them to think would be rather rude after all.
He is very creative and has another note book for writing stories and such. For a young man he seems to wise for his years and that is why the older generation like him. Must be all those books he’s read over the years.
He's known to be a sweet guy, always on the rescue for girls. As some others, he's not your bad guy, just someone who's open and honest, trying to make it work for both sides. Yet, he still is a guy with all the flaws a guy can make. He loves the feminine form and like every guy, he needs his amount of sex. But at least he wants to make sure that it is as enjoyable for her as it is for him.
One of the down figures of Caradoc is his undieing crave for adventure. Hiking, mountain climbing, this bookworm has done it all, just to seek more and more thrills.
Quidditch, running and sports in general are one of his favourite wastes of time. He works out on a daily base to keep in shape. He thrives to be the best in everything he does, whether it be sports, cooking or learning something new, Caradoc is always open for a new challenge.
Of course he still has his flaws he can be jealous when he has a girlfriend... and he will probably kick a guy's ass if the bloke decides to hit on his girlfriend. Normally though, he doesn't get into fights that much.
... and yes, perhaps he's a bit neurotic.. Slightly only in his opinion, but that's just because he's so up-forward with where he wants his life to go .
This soulless being:
++Reading
++The Outdoors
++ Women
++ literature
++ writing
Is just as lost:
-- Dark Arts
-- Obnoxious people
-- dumbness
-- illiterate people
-- clowns
As everyone else:
Listening, swimming, charms, cooking, dancing
In a world that knows only hate:
finding his one and only, herbology, putting a book down, booze, girls with dimples
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
he's afraid he'll never find someone with whom he can have the same relationship as his parents have...
He once made out with a guy while being drunk.
They left me to die:
None that matter
On a bed of roses:
none that matter
Blood seeping through:
The Dearborns
The satin sheets of fame:
the Dearborns are absolutely set on their son's purity... They still think that their son is a virgin, ... Little do they know.
What a bitter story of love:
Caradoc Ellis Dearborn was born in Mid-August, the fifteenth to a muggle mother and a half-blood father. Catherine Bes and Caspar Dearborn were of course very happy with the birth of their son, since the muggle doctors had though them incapable of ever getting pregnant in the first place. Still, luck was on their side and soon enough, after years of trying, a son was born into their mists.
Caradoc Ellis, named after his grandfather and his godfather soon proved to have the same magical abilities as his father. Since his mother was a teacher, Doc needed to go to kindergarten at a young age, because education was the base of a good career. There, in that kindergarten it came obvious that Car wasn't like any other children. When the bullies teased one of his best friends, Christina, he became so furious that the bullies grew measles at once. Of course to the grown- up world, it looked like a regular disease, but Car's father knew better...
Car went on to go to a muggle primary school at his mother's urgings. He was a great student and his teachers were shocked at his his young wisdom but there was always something odd about that 'Caradoc boy', when he was angry or sad things would happen. One time he fell of a balcony and landed on the ground un-injured finding the sensation great from then on he became a closet risk-taker but he always made sure his studies came first.
At eleven he was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and met a few friends on the train. At the sorting he was sorted into to the clever house of Ravenclaw. The first few years came without too much trouble. He passed most of his classes without too much troubles and in his third year he finally made it to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as a beater. With his rising muscular form, he was too big to be a quick chaser.
His third year also became the year of his first kiss, his first crush and his first heartbreak, not necessarily in that order. Of course, those things come and go, and Caradoc soon found himself where he is now. Sixteen, and on the prime of his youth.
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares.
You may be king, you may possess the world and it's gold,
But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old.
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love
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The lyrics kept burning in his head while Caradoc Dearborn looked in the mirror of his dormitory. Okay, so everything was in place, hair gelled backwards, a few strands refused to cooperate and where dangling in front of his eyes. Buttoning his light blue shirt up, leaving the last two buttons open, he smirked at his reflection. Okay, he'd never been truly vain, but lately that had changed. The entire concept with Chris had changed him, in more than one way. He'd shagged around a lot as of a late, Alecto Carrow being one of them. He'd never liked the girl, but hey, she did have skills he had declined in the past, he wouldn't make that same mistake again. Of course the girl was no dating material, she was just nice to hang out with, a perfect one to get your mind of something that wasn't worth thinking of.
Tight black leather pants where hanging loosely upon his hips. He hadn't wore those things in ages, yet today seemed the perfect opportunity. Back then, it had seemed foolish to where the more than suggestive pants, now it didn't matter. Heck, he just wanted to get into Christina's knickers, so the slightly suggestive look would suit perfect, after all the trousers did accentuate certain parts of his body quite well. A sock was thrown against his head, he looked back, the cocky grin still facing on his lips as he threw a comb back at his roommate. "What the heck do you think you're doing.". The guy shrugged, an unfaltering grin crossing his lips as he looked back at Caradoc. "you've changed a lot since chris happened.", he replied, "In the good way though, seems like that Carrow girl things it too." A brush was thrown into the guy's direction, hitting him square between the eyes as Caradoc grinned. "Don't push your luck bro.", and then he skipped off.
Taking two steps at the time, Caradoc Dearborn made his way towards the Astronomy tower, his eau de cologne still hitting his nostrils as he thought about this afternoon when he had sent the note to Chris. He'd loved her so deeply that one, she seemed perfect for him, yet she'd proven herself to be not quite the person he had expected her to be. She'd changed, and he had changed because of her. Too bad for her, cause even though he couldn't get her out of his system that didn't mean he would be nice to her. She would have to pay, for what she'd done... and hell, he'd let her pay in every single way he wanted her to.
"Easing your mind, Weston?", he sneered as he entered, throwing the door open as he leaned into the door frame, studying her from under his rather dark eyelashes. He went over to her, standing behind her as he snatched the book out of her hands. "no need for books while I'm here..;"
