Post by vicente joram mortelle on Apr 15, 2010 23:28:53 GMT 1
Nickname: Sara (Havok)
How You Found Us: Kara said “FOUND TASHA, JAMESY AND PETER!”
Contact Via: PM or MSN (Wreaking.Havok@live.com)
How You Found Us: Kara said “FOUND TASHA, JAMESY AND PETER!”
Contact Via: PM or MSN (Wreaking.Havok@live.com)
What can be found in a name:
Joram Vicente Mortelle
When the day I was born:
February 29th, 1960
The Angels screamed:
Father: Vincent Mortelle
Mother: Elise Mortelle
And Hell shut its doors:
N/A
While creatures retreated:
N/A
To depths unknown:
Pure
I hide from them:
The Lake
The Lawns
Entrance Hall
Astronomy Tower
Be who they want to see:
Joram is tall by nature, well not really tall, he stands at about 5’11” (180 cm). He’s not really well built, rather skinny only weighing in at about 145 Lbs (65 Kg). He can pack a punch though so watch your back. His eyes are of the darkest blue, some say in the light they glow an ominous purple, and his face is rather narrow. Hair strikes at about chin length, sometimes he likes to let it grow a wee bit longer to achieve a trashy look, but for the most part it stays where it is. The color is pretty much a flat black, it is a trademark of the family, most sons are born with black, if not deep brown colored hair and the women are more of an auburn reddish.
His style is that of a nineteen seventies rocker, jeans and tee-shirts, occasionally he’ll throw on a multi-colored flannel or even a standard button up dress shirt. Always wearing a belt whether it be a webbed belt or a standard black belt with a gleaming silver buckle, there always has to be a belt. Vans is is number one choice in shoe, his mother will sometimes fly over to the United States just to get him one pair of shoes, though it usually ends up being more or less, five to ten new pairs of shoes.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
He’s a rather sarcastic person, and very snobbish. He has the money and he has the account to prove it, though he doesn’t prefer to flaunt it, I guess it just comes with his name. It does speak it all in those eight measly letters. Making fun of people has become one of his most favorite past-times and it lands him in a lot of trouble. Women tend may fall at his feet depending on how feeble they actually see themselves to be and he doesn’t pity them in the least, he will take any woman, but will only breed with those of the purest blood, since it has been drilled into his brain since birth that the only good blood is a pureblood.
He can be rather dark for the most part, his jokes are not funny to those who are expecting something humorous, instead they are slightly deformed, and mostly funny to himself. He thinks a lot about himself as well, his ego is extremely large, and he knows it. Parties are always a great way to meet people and he can through a rather good one at that. Especially since he has the money to do so, he finds it extremely fascinating what people do to earn others attention.
Smooth-Talker, he can get his way out of things by thinking quickly and making up excuses, he loves to find ways to shift blame on others, though it doesn’t matter to him if the blame is on himself as well.
This soulless being:
-Sarcasm when it’s not used against himself.
-Women, much of a lady’s man.
-The darker side of things, always has been intrigued by the Dark Arts.
-Rock Music: Led Zeppelin, Kiss, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd…etc
-Staying up late and partying.
-Fine wines.
Is just as lost:
-The color pink, flat out, he really hates the color.
-People who are way to serious.
-Smart-Person Syndrome, people who either think they are smart, or are smart and flaunt it.
-Being ignored, he must be in the spotlight.
-Care of Magical Creatures….who cares?
As everyone else:
-Easy to get along with, can mold to personalities.
-Knows what he wants, and will achieve anything to get there.
-Lets things roll of, especially when he’s in a tight spot.
-Italian Charm, he has it.
-Can throw and amazing party.
In a world that knows only hate:
-Women, plain and simple, all types and all blood types.
-Cocky as hell, he comes from a well known Italian family, it runs in the blood.
-Doesn’t absorb things easily, a slow learner, but learns nonetheless.
-Alcohol and drugs, he will try anything once, and well if he likes it so be it.
-Will do anything to get what he wants.
-Dense and Stubborn
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
-Has been dying to become something better than his father, but doesn’t really know how to achieve what that is.
-Wants to learn, but motivation is rather low.
They left me to die:
Unknown, honestly.
On a bed of roses:
Lucien Lachance (Mortelle):: Uncle :: Removed himself from the family line because he had refused to serve the dark lord in war.
Vicente Mortelle III :: Grandfather (Deceased) :: Third in the line for takeover of the Mortelle Wine industry. Killed in a Mafia raid.
Chloe Mortelle :: Cousin :: Her mother died in an incident we would rather not discuss, she refuses to speak about much and works in the Winery, will not attend Hogwarts because of previously stated incident.
Blood seeping through:
The Mortelle Family pretty much owns the east third of Sicily, rather abundant in money, and will not let the secret of their wine out.
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich, very well off.
What a bitter story of love:
Born into a family of great riches, his father is the running head of family with the estate in his name. For a long time now, the Mortelle family has served in a different way, though their magic is of great caliber, few secrets seep from their lips. One is that of their wine making, it has changed over the years, and a few members have dropped off the face of the earth. Potions, it is their trademark, especially poisons, hence the booming wine business. Most of their work is untraceable. Even so they have been considered assassin’s in the muggle world.
They are a very happy people on the outside, but it is the inner workings that must be watched. Each Mortelle has been trained after they received their education through Hogwarts and if they are born without magical abilities, you would be cast off and murdered in an undisclosed location. Breeding has it’s down sides, since the decline of pure-blood is on the rise, only the main section of the family are allowed to court any other pure-blood, granted there are a few dirt-bloods in the main line. Their inequalities have been over looked for the better of the family name.
There have been some ties with the vampires of the world, only for business purposes, though it has been said the branches of the Mortelle family are acclimated to be changed into such creatures, and the main line is to remain untouched. They possess a unique quality for the wine as well, whoever said the Mortelle’s were a sadistic family, they are correct. Vampire blood is one of the main ingredients in the wine, though it is very minute in amount, it gives it a bitter sweetness.
The Italian Mafia has been after the family for sometime, and has failed in every attempt to bring it down, it’s obvious why, considering that the family is chalk full of magic, and well, they slay their own family members in order to gain a high-selling wine.
Joram was born in the early spring of 1960. It was an accidental pregnancy, but the love he received from his mother was over the top. Early on into his elementary years his father, Vincent, started to become slightly distant, he was not in contact with his child, even though he was to carry on the name. Urging for that attention it was apparent that Joram was going to be a problem child, full of snide comments and ruthlessness. Many fights at home had been lost, but the one thing he strives for was to be on top like his father and the edge was starting to wear down.
He was three quarters of the way through the age of ten when the letter had arrived. Hogwarts. At that moment Vincent praised his child and thus begun the journey of a lifetime, he was to carry the family name. Knowing that his son was not a squib he was finally welcomed into the family as the next in line to take over the family business and keep the ties together. Though the attitude Joram presented left Vincent highly doubtful.
During his first year at Hogwarts, Joram was sorted into the House of Slytherin, it only made sense for his family’s nature. During his first two years he did not make many friends, in truth he avoided anyone and everyone, but he started to crack out of his shell during his third year. Becoming more or less himself he showed his true side, cocky and very forward.
Slipping down the steps of the great castle behind him, Joram wound his way to the lake. It was pouring the rain was beating over his cheeks and he didn’t care. Not that he was depressed or anything of the sort he was enjoying the free time between classes and well, where else to find solitude, but of course outside in the extremely heavy rain. Splashing through puddles he found his way toward the lake, by now his hair was slicked to his face and he was quite satisfied by the silence. One thing was bothering him that girl he ran to in the hallway completely rejected him and that wasn’t going to fly. Didn’t she know who he was? How much he had? Whatever it was her loss and it didn’t bother him in the least. Well, it did but he wasn’t going to show his face where people could see him in the mood he actually was in.
Grabbing a stone from the side of the lake he skipped it across the rain disturbed surface. Deeply he sighed to himself and pushed a little harder, thinking of how he could win her, she was after all just a prize in his eyes nothing more than a quick one night stand and that was over. He moved briskly back to the school and up the front steps, robes dripping wet and well, he left a puddle. Shifting quickly he pulled off the outer layer and slung it over his arm as he made way down to the common room. Muttering the password silently he went up to his dorm to change quickly and came back down. The common room was somewhat empty, most of the schedules students had were during this time, so he was fairly alone except for a single student in the corner with a book propped up to his face.
Seeing this as boring once more he climbed the stairs and found someone he thought was interesting. Moving quickly to the shadows he observed the girl who climbed the stairs from the dungeons and a smile spread across his lips as he stalked the lovely brunette into the main hall. Hopefully she did not notice him for her was trying to be as silent as ever, granted his shoes didn’t agree with these utmost silence.
Grabbing a stone from the side of the lake he skipped it across the rain disturbed surface. Deeply he sighed to himself and pushed a little harder, thinking of how he could win her, she was after all just a prize in his eyes nothing more than a quick one night stand and that was over. He moved briskly back to the school and up the front steps, robes dripping wet and well, he left a puddle. Shifting quickly he pulled off the outer layer and slung it over his arm as he made way down to the common room. Muttering the password silently he went up to his dorm to change quickly and came back down. The common room was somewhat empty, most of the schedules students had were during this time, so he was fairly alone except for a single student in the corner with a book propped up to his face.
Seeing this as boring once more he climbed the stairs and found someone he thought was interesting. Moving quickly to the shadows he observed the girl who climbed the stairs from the dungeons and a smile spread across his lips as he stalked the lovely brunette into the main hall. Hopefully she did not notice him for her was trying to be as silent as ever, granted his shoes didn’t agree with these utmost silence.