Post by SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE on Jan 14, 2012 15:08:46 GMT -5
SEVERUS • TOBIAS • SNAPE
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NICKNAMES: Severus (Sev-- if he had any friends)
GENDER: male
AGE/D.O.B: eighteen years (01//09//'60)
WAND: bocote, dragon heartstring, ten and a half inches, reasonably pliant
HOUSE/YEAR: Slytherin, seventh year
OCCUPATION: n/a
BLOOD STATUS: half blood, mind you
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HAIR: black, shoulder length, very straight and silky-looking, sometimes looks greasy
EYES: very dark brown, dark enough to look black; medium sized, and usually directed towards the ground
BODY AND HEIGHT: thin, lanky, and very pale-looking; stands at about 5'8" and exercises rigorously, but he always does that alone because a) he can't stand being watched, and b) can't stand anyone oogling over his -surprisingly- very toned body
DISTINCT MARKINGS: none
CLOTHING/STYLE: black, black robes that cover him fully; he warrants little time to his wardrobe other than keeping his school robes in shape, though it seems like everything he wears looks faded and a tad misjumbled
ANYTHING ELSE: n/a
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DISLIKES: talkative people, large crowds, extracurricular requirements (especially those encouraging social interaction), do-gooders and tattle-tales, being followed and pushed around
STRENGTHS: spells and potions (magic overall), his pride and dignity (also a downfall of his), aggressive competiveness, ability to prioritize, flexible when necessary, open and thoughtful mind, good memory
WEAKNESSES: lack of social skills, shyness, his "hot" anger, vengeful personality, desire to be loved and wanted
PRIORITIES: in descending order-- spells practice, school work, redeeming his social status (doesn't fare well on the third)
BOGGART: in descending order-- harm coming to Lily, reliving his worst memory, himself
ERISED: to be accepted by somebody, by Lily; he has been turned away repeatedly and thus resorts to dark magic, a field in which he is becoming increasingly strong
VERITASERUM: his -true, though juvenile- love for Lily
PATRONUS: doe; his only powerful one, when Lily stood up for him against James and Sirius
PENSIEVE: James casts a spell which humiliates Severus publicly, in front of Lily, Sirius, and others; she defends him until Severus insults her, and later cuts ties between them, finding his dark arts fascination repulsive
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: He is no more, no less, than what his name suggests. When Lily severed her ties with him, he molded into a cold, unfeeling older teenager far beyond his years of knowledge already. He posesses the knowledge that he possesses the knowledge far more advanced than any of his classmates. He enters each class with a broad mind, but a strong one. It seems that is his true, and only area of expertise. He is self-reliant when he needs to finish a task, such as an essay or classwork. He does not play the 'suck-up', nor does he try to impress his professors or fellow mates in any such way. He doesn't desire the distraction, and sees it as one more thing to keep track of. In short, he would rather impale himself on a long stake. This is how he defines himself as 'strong-willed'.
On the other hand, he is still a very shy and malleable person. He permits his schedule to be flexible when necessary, though it is hardly necessary. He devotes little or no time to extracurricular engagements. In his studies, he often neglects his eating habits, and he has no 'pal' to remind him to eat, or bathe. As a result, he is often thin and looks greasy- and limp-haired. He is shunned for his outward appearance; since Lily gave up on him post-OWLS, James and Sirius and his 'friends' have been less persistent in their torture but Snape allows himself to be pushed around physically by the two of them. Why should anyone stand up for him now? Why should his credibility, a thing of the distant past, hold any bearing over James'?
And yet now, more than ever, his ambition is unfailing.He desires desire itself, and desires to quell his own. He desires love and affection, but knows he will recieve none of it. He desires power secondly, and desires to further his knowledge. He has written within the margins of his own Potions Handbook, all o the spells he has mastered or studied, and his talents have developed so profoundly that he has recorded a small few of his own. His ambition and sheer quiet competitiveness may lead him many places; he hopes to take it beyond knowledge and obtain that which he has strived for: universal acceptance.
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MOTHER: Eileen Prince {{a witch}}
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY: none considered close
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: poor, very poor; incapable of even buying clothes to properly fit him
HISTORY OVERVIEW: Growing up in Spinner's End was less than a wandering fancy for the average half-blood (or any blood) family. Severus' mother and father were by no means rich at all, and his acceptance into Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the best thing that ever happened to him on his eleventh birthday. Let's flash back, just a little ways:
Hogwarts was not the first time Severus and his soon-to-be best friend had met. Severus saw Lily one average day, and wasn't afraid then to speak up and tell her that she was, in fact, a witch. Like his mother. They became good acquaintances, only for their closeness to be severed when Sorted into rival houses. Still, Hogwarts was Severus' only true home. He stayed through breaks, practising potions and spells once he acquired the knowledge to use them.
As a young student, he and Lily were often frowned upon for being even in relative proximity to one another. He excelled in most classes, though he was increasingly shy and spoke little, other than to his friend. And in those early years, a feud was also borne- one that began on the train to Hogwarts. Thus was the first time Sirius Black and James Potter crossed wands with Severus and Lily. Severus decided instantly that he disliked the pair; they mutually felt the same, and as Severus reattended the school for his second, third, and fourth years they developed a tense relationship. James often picked on Severus, and Severus allowed himself to be bullied. He fought back little, for it didn't faze him much. He only wanted to have a few friends, and knew there would be a few bumps along the road to achieving wizarding success--as was his undying ambition. Severus became fond of a small but growing gang of Slytherin fellows who shared his likes and skills: the Dark Arts. He mastered curses and magical spells alike from an early age, while his reputaion fell slack with his appearance as he molded into a twig-like, pale, greasy-haired fifteen year old.
During his fifth and sixth years, he experienced the worst of the bullying yet. He remembers fondly the humiliation James pressed upon him post-OWLs, and recalls Lily's defence of him perfectly. He also has burned into his mind the anger he still feels towards himself for rejecting and subsequently insulting her. Severus was a brilliant student, yes, but majorly on paper and behind a wand. His social standing was practically nonexistant. He frequented jogs and long, solitary walks across Hogwarts' grounds, devoting more time than ever to his work, and opening up whole new world of knowledge he was certain only he could be capable of posessing. He was aware that he had no friends, but almost preferred it that way. There was no one to hold him back from his ambition. For he was also very aware of the rise of the Dark Lord, and the power behind a wand, and the mindset one required to be able to manipulate such things -fame, and power- so skillfully. He perhaps gave a little thought to what his life would become, should he make the decision he was inclined to make. But he knew that such a wizard as he would be upheld, and prized, and there was no one for him here at Hogwarts; they had all abandoned and disgraced him. Secretly, he wanted to get them back. You-Know-Who would care little about how many frirnds he had, or how he looked. But in the future, Dumbledore might finally accept that he was, truly, a powerful wizard.
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YOURAGE: optional
YOURTIMEZONE: usa-- central
YOUREXPERIENCE: two and one-half years
YOUROTHERCHARS: n/a
YOURSAMPLE:
"Snivellus" worked well into the night. Making quick work of the protective charms around the restricted section -that is, the section accessible only to those who had the right batch of spells- and conjured up some imitation scrolls and hardcover books to replace the few 'missing' ones. All just tricks of the eye, of course. Child's play for the greasy git. He sniggered to himself as he walked the long corridor leading the way to the Slytherin House. He didn't need his light; he'd been caught once using it after dark, and had not wished to repeat the incident since. Last time, Mcgonagall, the old bat that she was, had given him a reaming out for wandering after dark. He recalled her long nails holding him by the forearm as he was dragged into her study for questioning, and recalled almost mentioning that for an old hag, she certainly was pretty in the moonlight. Boy, he was a mouth-off back in his fourth year, and that was one of his particularly defiant moods, post-detention handout via Mcgonagall.
Now, he was just as defiant of authority, but not overly outright and cetainly not boisterious about it. In fact he preferred to keep it up inside him; that way, he couldn't be punished because whatever was inside his head, was his, and no one else's. All those thoughts about Lily, and what he'd like to say to her...and all the things he planned to do to James one day, some day, to get him back. Someday, he would...but not now. That was a foolish thought to be entertained later at his convenience. Certainly not a pressing matter.
Severus' feet were silent; he barely even heard their soft thuds on the stone floor. He sharply turned right, then left, then left again. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling quickly. He'd memorized the steps...only forty paces to the House. Twenty two, and...RIGHT! He turned again. The thrill, the anxiety of the possibly chase always provided paramount excitment for his senses. He loved the fact that the information hidden away in these books, these ancient old volumes, was made so inaccessible, and yet he knew that at night, there was no one but he who dared patrol the grounds and no one, certainly, who knew his way better in the dark. He'd have to return the books, of course, and in the next forty-eight hours, lest the spells wear thin and the alarms go off. He timed his visits only on weekends, always when there was a full or three-quarters moon, and as close to midnight as possible.
The paintings slept soundly, unperturbed by him. Snape reached Slyherin's door, and of course, he had made sure he was the only one going in or ot tonight; he cracked the door open just barely enough to fit three sheets of parchment through, but it was an accessible crack. The painting didn't even notice. Snape swung it open slowly, and maneuvered inside, carrying his three newest textbooks, which all looked like they'd come out on the bad end of a run-in with a manticore, and a faded scroll that smelled a little like goblin piss. The putrid smell was making him faint--it made him think of the way muggles bound their books with glue (gloo) and how a little birdie once told him that she liked the smell of the books, but also liked to sniff them. Sniffing old enough glue could make your head high and fuzzy. Everyone knew that.
Severus deposited the books inside his spare rucksack, and deposited that in a small compartment in the floorboards under his bed. He would study them tomorrow; when Snivellus was studying in his room, there were very few Slyrherins who couldn't busy themselves elsewhere. Severus was certain that none of the Slytherin house even knew he was going on such excursions; they'd turn him in, even as a member of their own house, and a frighteningly good wizard. Nobody liked Snape. Even now, he checked his bed covers and cast a revealing hex over his bed to reveal any unwanted tricks or pranks. His three roommates were snoring loudly; Severus wasted little time in stripping to his faded gray briefs and black sleeping shirt that was excessively large and posessed a few holes along the back, but it was only for sleeping anyway. Severus slippe between the sheets with his wand firmly clenched in his fist, concealed under his pillow, and fell asleep thinking about glue, shops, and...goblins pissing on books?
Now, he was just as defiant of authority, but not overly outright and cetainly not boisterious about it. In fact he preferred to keep it up inside him; that way, he couldn't be punished because whatever was inside his head, was his, and no one else's. All those thoughts about Lily, and what he'd like to say to her...and all the things he planned to do to James one day, some day, to get him back. Someday, he would...but not now. That was a foolish thought to be entertained later at his convenience. Certainly not a pressing matter.
Severus' feet were silent; he barely even heard their soft thuds on the stone floor. He sharply turned right, then left, then left again. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling quickly. He'd memorized the steps...only forty paces to the House. Twenty two, and...RIGHT! He turned again. The thrill, the anxiety of the possibly chase always provided paramount excitment for his senses. He loved the fact that the information hidden away in these books, these ancient old volumes, was made so inaccessible, and yet he knew that at night, there was no one but he who dared patrol the grounds and no one, certainly, who knew his way better in the dark. He'd have to return the books, of course, and in the next forty-eight hours, lest the spells wear thin and the alarms go off. He timed his visits only on weekends, always when there was a full or three-quarters moon, and as close to midnight as possible.
The paintings slept soundly, unperturbed by him. Snape reached Slyherin's door, and of course, he had made sure he was the only one going in or ot tonight; he cracked the door open just barely enough to fit three sheets of parchment through, but it was an accessible crack. The painting didn't even notice. Snape swung it open slowly, and maneuvered inside, carrying his three newest textbooks, which all looked like they'd come out on the bad end of a run-in with a manticore, and a faded scroll that smelled a little like goblin piss. The putrid smell was making him faint--it made him think of the way muggles bound their books with glue (gloo) and how a little birdie once told him that she liked the smell of the books, but also liked to sniff them. Sniffing old enough glue could make your head high and fuzzy. Everyone knew that.
Severus deposited the books inside his spare rucksack, and deposited that in a small compartment in the floorboards under his bed. He would study them tomorrow; when Snivellus was studying in his room, there were very few Slyrherins who couldn't busy themselves elsewhere. Severus was certain that none of the Slytherin house even knew he was going on such excursions; they'd turn him in, even as a member of their own house, and a frighteningly good wizard. Nobody liked Snape. Even now, he checked his bed covers and cast a revealing hex over his bed to reveal any unwanted tricks or pranks. His three roommates were snoring loudly; Severus wasted little time in stripping to his faded gray briefs and black sleeping shirt that was excessively large and posessed a few holes along the back, but it was only for sleeping anyway. Severus slippe between the sheets with his wand firmly clenched in his fist, concealed under his pillow, and fell asleep thinking about glue, shops, and...goblins pissing on books?
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