Post by Vincent Mortelle on Aug 2, 2008 3:20:32 GMT -5
Name: Vincent Mortelle
Age: 23 November 27th, 1984
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Position: Marine Biology Instructor and Counselor
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Family:
Deceased, due to a tragic incident. He lost his temper and accidentally murdered his mother and father.
Likes:
- Marine Organisms
- People with problems
- Silence
- Noise
- A strong love for music
- Conessuior of Wine and good eats
- Long boarding
- Motley Crue
Dislikes:
- The addiction
- Coffee
- Lies
- Stuck-ups
- The people who claim themselves as perfect
Personality:
The personality I withhold is one in a million. I’m from Seattle so obviously I’m a very lax person. At times I can be a harsh know it all, but I do not suffer from smart person syndrome, I don’t flaunt my knowledge like it is some super power. Although I graduated from Western Washington University with a Ph.D. in Psychology and also in Marine Biology I have a common sense that makes more sense then the education I have received whilst in the educational atmosphere. I’m really easy to get along with, and I will push my students so they receive what they need in their education. Everyone has a will, whether that be the will to fail, it is their choice. You do not fail if you continue to try, you fail if you give up. That is one of my main motives to educate the masses.
Appearance:
I tend to continue living in the 80’s it’s my time era, and I dig the hairstyles and music, I always have. I have a semi-square face and I have a logical mind set. Tattoo’s seem to scatter across my arms like there is no tomorrow. Most are full of bad memories, times from when I died and was revived once into the living world. My eyes are grey, though they look distant and cold, I tend to be very warm. I’ve gained a lot of weight, but I’m not fat, but I’m not skinny.
History:
Life, it’s a tragic event but eventually you will find your place all in good time. As a child I relished the time alone, and took advantage of high-school. It was one thing I don’t think I would want to return to, granted it was a time of well being and knowledge. That was when I learned it doesn’t matter how smart you are, just your popularity among the crowd. I wasn’t popular, I was the one found in the corner table during lunch-time with the drugged up kids. I was the only one that was daring enough to try the more vicious drugs, and I was a victim of heroin, a mind and soul victim.
The summer of 2001, I passed, and chased that white light, I passed and in a matter of hours I was awake in the hospital bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling it was chalk white and it was only a light strain. My neck was one that was unusually in pain, though my heart and lungs were screaming for the air they needed to survive. I lived to make them, and during my silence and the thought of being alone, I found my calling I found were I needed to be in life, and I know what I need to go now, and forever, I understand what I need to do, I knew then and there that this time was where I needed to go.
Even through the death, I managed to get through all four years of school without missing a day, without getting into trouble, even though I had dealt drugs. None, of the Administration knew what I had in my veins, but the doctors did. I graduated with a 4.0 the Valedictorian of the school, and no one expected it, not even my friends, or those who I thought were. The preps of the school hated me for it, and I didn’t mind it in the least. There were many smart people in the school, but unlike me there knowledge didn’t gain the bouts of mine.
In 2004, I attended WWU (Western Washington University) for Psychology and Marine Biology, I am a graduate in both and I have degree’s in both, a PhD in both that is.
Experience:
I have a PhD in both Phsychology and Marine Biology, I have worked in the school atmosphere for my internships to earn my degrees.
Hopes/Goals:
Come clean, and change lives. That’s about it.
RP Example: (Graphic content – This is from a previous work)
He knew that she was twisted, but didn't expect that Darius would do something this dramatic. Scratch that, Darius was there to screw with his life. He knew he was a worthless leader, he knew that no-one would come back to him now. Ludivine had been gone for a while. Rolling over in his bed he focused deeply on what he was going to do next. His hand pulled open the end-table and he pulled out exactly what he was looking for. She didn't know he was still hooked onto the drugs. His head was spinning and he was an emotional wreak. The eyes that used to shine so bright were now weak with paired physical exhaustion. It wasn't a happy mixture. He could feel his heart thump against his weak chest. The anemia was one thing that made him weak, but it was more in his mind. He lost the addiction for the sweet gold he sought after so much in his early years, and now it was coming back. It always did.
Holding the devices in his hand he walked over to one of the tables he had strategically placed if this had ever happened. He knew in the back of his head he would do it some time, and now as he looked at his watch his eyes wouldn't focus. Not knowing what time it was, this was almost all he could think of as an escape from what he had to deal with in his past. Elye, but he didn't care about family anymore. He hadn't any idea what everyone he would say. 'Going Out Swinging' were the words that rang through his mind. He thought of Yasna, she was not that bad once you got to be friends with her, other then the fact that she tried to bury him a little while back. The pale hands gripped the edge of the table and he was getting antsy. He poured some whiskey into a shot glass, one, two, three. After four shots he was relaxed and in his cool and collected state. The mind set that he wanted for a long time.
Gathering images in his mind, the first time he came into contact with James and all the Gryffindors, he wished he would have stayed. They would have helped him through this. Alice, he was going to miss her, even though she knew of his past she was still there and that pissed Ludivine off. The first time he met Lucius, after he hit the floor and scrambled his books together. Havok shook his head as he washed another amber looking drink down the hatch. Ludivine was there and those pictures were as pure as today. Everything came back to Ludivine, she was the one who messed with his life. He growled a little and took a swig from the bottle. He could feel anger boiling up in him. It wasn't the normal anger he shown, it was that pent up anger that everyone feared inside themselves. He released it out as if there was no problem.
Aiming toward the bathroom he took a look at himself in the mirror and punched it out, shattering the glass and embedding some into his fingers. He washed his face with ice cold water and waltzed back out to the large room. He was now drunk, but still knew what he was doing in the back of the head. Still only in his boxers he went to his closet, the only place he knew he could escape from reality. When the door wouldn't budge he grabbed his equipment from the end table and tossed it under the bed, this is where he was heading. Slowly he got onto his stomach and shuffled underneath it. Taking the bag with a powder white substance inside he bit the corner and tore it open. Uncapping the syringe he filled it with more than enough to kill a griffin, and he put the plunger back onto the barrel. Time didn't matter anymore. He screwed on the needle and it knicked his finger a little. Drawing blood he started to play with the glass instrument, it was going to be his instrument of death.
Biting his lip softly he was wondering wear exactly to inject the stuff into his already weak body. He took the other bag as he set down the prepared syringe. He did a few lines of cocaine. He wouldn't forgive them, and this was his good bye. As he started to get messed up he realized it was now or never. He tore of a long piece of fabric from the left leg of his boxer shorts. Tying it tightly above the elbow he started to flex his wrist to get the blood backed up in his veins. As the blue lines started to swell against his skin he took the syringe and slide it in smoothly. Forgetting how good it felt, pushing the plunger in he gasped as he started, quickly putting an end to the suffocation he pushed the rest of the heroin deep into the screaming veins of his.
The high was better then he remembered, it was sweet until he rolled over and vomited on the floor a couple of times. Then the headache pinned in on kill and he scrambled out from under the bed. He realized what he was doing to late, there was no bringing him back now, not after this little stunt. He grabbed onto the bed trying to pull himself up. He slipped and hit his head hard on a corner of the wall, blood had ran down his back and he panicked. He started yelling that there was something inside of him and he wanted it out. Grabbing the sides of his head he threw himself to the floor against the closet door. He had a 4inch blade in the end-table and he grabbed it out and started stabbing himself in the arms and the legs. He didn't realize that he was hurting himself, there was no pain and he was numb.
He started to pull furniture to barricade the door so no-one could get him. There was a feeling of the American FBI was on their way to get him. He stood and his legs were covered in the sticky red liquid that was his blood. He collapsed into himself as he started to breath. His hands were covered in the glossy substance, he threw his hands over his mouth and then all across his face. There was a few minutes, giving himself a 2 minute window he started to throw all of the other 6th years blankets and pillows all over.
He looked at the bed that was in front of him, it was the man who once tried to steal his woman away from him. It was Regulus' and he wanted forgive him for the way he was acting before. He tried to crawl up onto the bed, and this time he succeeded. There was no help for him now as his vital organs began to slow down. Havok clutched Regulus' pillow in his hands and curled his body against it. He laid down and curled in the fetal position he felt like he was falling asleep. Taking in what was his last breaths as he clutched onto the pillow of the friend he never had. He felt so bad for treating people like they were under him, when in reality he was under even the weakest. He was under himself.
All of the muscles in his body twitched and he released the death grip he had on the once white pillow, his body eased out onto his back and he took in the last breath. His eyes were open and his mouth closed.
He could feel himself falling away from his body, a departing of soul and body. He could see himself laying on Regulus' bed and his eyes shifted away. He didn't want to remember himself as a misfit, or a weakling. Not being able to help it he turned as a spirit and looked at his blood bathed body on the white, the contrast was exceptional and he would remember this. The pain he had caused others had finally ceased. Or he hoped it had.
Looking at himself he lingered a moment looking at the body that was once his and he sighed. It was lifeless and still clutching the pillow, his eyes were shot light milky blue and the blood still drained from his deep open wounds. He couldn't stand to look at himself like that, and he remembered that he was still going to be in love with Ludivine, no matter how much pain she had caused him these last few days.
Age: 23 November 27th, 1984
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Position: Marine Biology Instructor and Counselor
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Family:
Deceased, due to a tragic incident. He lost his temper and accidentally murdered his mother and father.
Likes:
- Marine Organisms
- People with problems
- Silence
- Noise
- A strong love for music
- Conessuior of Wine and good eats
- Long boarding
- Motley Crue
Dislikes:
- The addiction
- Coffee
- Lies
- Stuck-ups
- The people who claim themselves as perfect
Personality:
The personality I withhold is one in a million. I’m from Seattle so obviously I’m a very lax person. At times I can be a harsh know it all, but I do not suffer from smart person syndrome, I don’t flaunt my knowledge like it is some super power. Although I graduated from Western Washington University with a Ph.D. in Psychology and also in Marine Biology I have a common sense that makes more sense then the education I have received whilst in the educational atmosphere. I’m really easy to get along with, and I will push my students so they receive what they need in their education. Everyone has a will, whether that be the will to fail, it is their choice. You do not fail if you continue to try, you fail if you give up. That is one of my main motives to educate the masses.
Appearance:
I tend to continue living in the 80’s it’s my time era, and I dig the hairstyles and music, I always have. I have a semi-square face and I have a logical mind set. Tattoo’s seem to scatter across my arms like there is no tomorrow. Most are full of bad memories, times from when I died and was revived once into the living world. My eyes are grey, though they look distant and cold, I tend to be very warm. I’ve gained a lot of weight, but I’m not fat, but I’m not skinny.
History:
Life, it’s a tragic event but eventually you will find your place all in good time. As a child I relished the time alone, and took advantage of high-school. It was one thing I don’t think I would want to return to, granted it was a time of well being and knowledge. That was when I learned it doesn’t matter how smart you are, just your popularity among the crowd. I wasn’t popular, I was the one found in the corner table during lunch-time with the drugged up kids. I was the only one that was daring enough to try the more vicious drugs, and I was a victim of heroin, a mind and soul victim.
The summer of 2001, I passed, and chased that white light, I passed and in a matter of hours I was awake in the hospital bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling it was chalk white and it was only a light strain. My neck was one that was unusually in pain, though my heart and lungs were screaming for the air they needed to survive. I lived to make them, and during my silence and the thought of being alone, I found my calling I found were I needed to be in life, and I know what I need to go now, and forever, I understand what I need to do, I knew then and there that this time was where I needed to go.
Even through the death, I managed to get through all four years of school without missing a day, without getting into trouble, even though I had dealt drugs. None, of the Administration knew what I had in my veins, but the doctors did. I graduated with a 4.0 the Valedictorian of the school, and no one expected it, not even my friends, or those who I thought were. The preps of the school hated me for it, and I didn’t mind it in the least. There were many smart people in the school, but unlike me there knowledge didn’t gain the bouts of mine.
In 2004, I attended WWU (Western Washington University) for Psychology and Marine Biology, I am a graduate in both and I have degree’s in both, a PhD in both that is.
Experience:
I have a PhD in both Phsychology and Marine Biology, I have worked in the school atmosphere for my internships to earn my degrees.
Hopes/Goals:
Come clean, and change lives. That’s about it.
RP Example: (Graphic content – This is from a previous work)
He knew that she was twisted, but didn't expect that Darius would do something this dramatic. Scratch that, Darius was there to screw with his life. He knew he was a worthless leader, he knew that no-one would come back to him now. Ludivine had been gone for a while. Rolling over in his bed he focused deeply on what he was going to do next. His hand pulled open the end-table and he pulled out exactly what he was looking for. She didn't know he was still hooked onto the drugs. His head was spinning and he was an emotional wreak. The eyes that used to shine so bright were now weak with paired physical exhaustion. It wasn't a happy mixture. He could feel his heart thump against his weak chest. The anemia was one thing that made him weak, but it was more in his mind. He lost the addiction for the sweet gold he sought after so much in his early years, and now it was coming back. It always did.
Holding the devices in his hand he walked over to one of the tables he had strategically placed if this had ever happened. He knew in the back of his head he would do it some time, and now as he looked at his watch his eyes wouldn't focus. Not knowing what time it was, this was almost all he could think of as an escape from what he had to deal with in his past. Elye, but he didn't care about family anymore. He hadn't any idea what everyone he would say. 'Going Out Swinging' were the words that rang through his mind. He thought of Yasna, she was not that bad once you got to be friends with her, other then the fact that she tried to bury him a little while back. The pale hands gripped the edge of the table and he was getting antsy. He poured some whiskey into a shot glass, one, two, three. After four shots he was relaxed and in his cool and collected state. The mind set that he wanted for a long time.
Gathering images in his mind, the first time he came into contact with James and all the Gryffindors, he wished he would have stayed. They would have helped him through this. Alice, he was going to miss her, even though she knew of his past she was still there and that pissed Ludivine off. The first time he met Lucius, after he hit the floor and scrambled his books together. Havok shook his head as he washed another amber looking drink down the hatch. Ludivine was there and those pictures were as pure as today. Everything came back to Ludivine, she was the one who messed with his life. He growled a little and took a swig from the bottle. He could feel anger boiling up in him. It wasn't the normal anger he shown, it was that pent up anger that everyone feared inside themselves. He released it out as if there was no problem.
Aiming toward the bathroom he took a look at himself in the mirror and punched it out, shattering the glass and embedding some into his fingers. He washed his face with ice cold water and waltzed back out to the large room. He was now drunk, but still knew what he was doing in the back of the head. Still only in his boxers he went to his closet, the only place he knew he could escape from reality. When the door wouldn't budge he grabbed his equipment from the end table and tossed it under the bed, this is where he was heading. Slowly he got onto his stomach and shuffled underneath it. Taking the bag with a powder white substance inside he bit the corner and tore it open. Uncapping the syringe he filled it with more than enough to kill a griffin, and he put the plunger back onto the barrel. Time didn't matter anymore. He screwed on the needle and it knicked his finger a little. Drawing blood he started to play with the glass instrument, it was going to be his instrument of death.
Biting his lip softly he was wondering wear exactly to inject the stuff into his already weak body. He took the other bag as he set down the prepared syringe. He did a few lines of cocaine. He wouldn't forgive them, and this was his good bye. As he started to get messed up he realized it was now or never. He tore of a long piece of fabric from the left leg of his boxer shorts. Tying it tightly above the elbow he started to flex his wrist to get the blood backed up in his veins. As the blue lines started to swell against his skin he took the syringe and slide it in smoothly. Forgetting how good it felt, pushing the plunger in he gasped as he started, quickly putting an end to the suffocation he pushed the rest of the heroin deep into the screaming veins of his.
The high was better then he remembered, it was sweet until he rolled over and vomited on the floor a couple of times. Then the headache pinned in on kill and he scrambled out from under the bed. He realized what he was doing to late, there was no bringing him back now, not after this little stunt. He grabbed onto the bed trying to pull himself up. He slipped and hit his head hard on a corner of the wall, blood had ran down his back and he panicked. He started yelling that there was something inside of him and he wanted it out. Grabbing the sides of his head he threw himself to the floor against the closet door. He had a 4inch blade in the end-table and he grabbed it out and started stabbing himself in the arms and the legs. He didn't realize that he was hurting himself, there was no pain and he was numb.
He started to pull furniture to barricade the door so no-one could get him. There was a feeling of the American FBI was on their way to get him. He stood and his legs were covered in the sticky red liquid that was his blood. He collapsed into himself as he started to breath. His hands were covered in the glossy substance, he threw his hands over his mouth and then all across his face. There was a few minutes, giving himself a 2 minute window he started to throw all of the other 6th years blankets and pillows all over.
He looked at the bed that was in front of him, it was the man who once tried to steal his woman away from him. It was Regulus' and he wanted forgive him for the way he was acting before. He tried to crawl up onto the bed, and this time he succeeded. There was no help for him now as his vital organs began to slow down. Havok clutched Regulus' pillow in his hands and curled his body against it. He laid down and curled in the fetal position he felt like he was falling asleep. Taking in what was his last breaths as he clutched onto the pillow of the friend he never had. He felt so bad for treating people like they were under him, when in reality he was under even the weakest. He was under himself.
All of the muscles in his body twitched and he released the death grip he had on the once white pillow, his body eased out onto his back and he took in the last breath. His eyes were open and his mouth closed.
He could feel himself falling away from his body, a departing of soul and body. He could see himself laying on Regulus' bed and his eyes shifted away. He didn't want to remember himself as a misfit, or a weakling. Not being able to help it he turned as a spirit and looked at his blood bathed body on the white, the contrast was exceptional and he would remember this. The pain he had caused others had finally ceased. Or he hoped it had.
Looking at himself he lingered a moment looking at the body that was once his and he sighed. It was lifeless and still clutching the pillow, his eyes were shot light milky blue and the blood still drained from his deep open wounds. He couldn't stand to look at himself like that, and he remembered that he was still going to be in love with Ludivine, no matter how much pain she had caused him these last few days.
