Post by Nero Tiberius on Jul 29, 2011 23:38:24 GMT -6
Nero Maximus Tiberius
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` full name !
Nero Maximus Tiberius
` name meanings !
Strong, Greatest of the Tiber
` nicknames !
Nero, Max
` gender !
Male
` birthdate & age !
January Twenty Fourth, Nineteen Sixty, Seventeen
` school year !
Seventh year
` special positions !
Prefect
` sexuality !
hetereosexual
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something"
[/color][/font][/center]` hair colour and style !
Full Jet Black hair that gets curly if left to its own nature.
` eye colour and shape !
Brown and Narrow, yet not Oriental like.
` weight !
One hundred and seventy pounds
` height !
Six foot, One inch
` distinguishing features !
Two criss-crossing scars on his back in the form of an X that is faded.
` face claim !
Kit Harington
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"
[/color][/font][/center]` likes !
The Ladies
Quidditch
The Cold
Flying faster then is safe
Standing up for people who cant
Muggle born/ Mixed blood wizards
Meeting new people
The burn of a hard work out
Being outside
Sword Fighting
Practical Jokes
` dislikes !
Snobs
Dissapointing his Family
Being cooped up inside
Close minded people
Disrespectful Dudes
Roaches
Being Too Hot
Potions class
hypocrites
One word: Slytherin
` felix felicius !
-Defensive/Offensive magic(DADA). His father's, father's, Father's(You get the idea) always took a more "brute" thought to handling confrontations and always went to the effort to learn all types of battle magic. From the ancient days of when they were still in Rome, his family passed on their knowledge to fight.
-Flight! Nero quickly took to the broom although he never really went out for quidditch. While some of his peers have thought his affinity for altitude as somewhat daft, he couldn't be at more peace then when he is crusing high in the sky.
-Nero is a history buff, and has always enjoyed Muggle Studies. Learning about the civilizations who worked and lived generations without magic. Plus, his father insisted that he learn as much about the Roman Empire and his heritatge as he could.
-His father also insisted that he train as all of the men in his family did, as a Roman Soldier would have. As a young child he was taught physical forms of combat including sword, shield, javalin, and spear. While the use of these doesn't apply at Hogwarts, Training helps Nero relax.
` dementor !
One of Nero's worst memories probably relates back to when his Grandfather passed away. It wasn't so much his passing, but the jorney to Rome was especially rough. His father and mother were fighting for almost the entire trip, and a day outside of Rome, his mother decided that she was turning back to return home to London. She didn't understand the mourning process her husband was going through, and Nero wasn't sure that they were going to make it through a marraige together. He was there for his father, for the rest of the trip, but wasn't sure his mother would be there for them when they got home.
` amorentia !
rain
vanilla
Cedar
Old Parchment
` erised !
Nero would like to do two things in life. Discover a magical creature that nobody has ever seen
own and operate a school that trains in sword play.
Get revenge for his cousin's death
` boggart !
Dishonoring his Heritage and Ancestors.
` patronus !
Nero was no more than 10 when he thought that he knew everything there was to surviving in the wilderness and his father challenged him to go live in the winter woods for a week without help. Not backing down he packed a bag with nothing more than the essentials and took off into the deep woods. Three days later when his parents thought he had frozen to death his father found him in a cave curled up next to a fire asleep and he spent the remaining four days with his son. Best. Week. Ever. Stallion is the Patronus that represents Nero.
` peeves !
People who are all talk, and don't take action.
"First sign of madness, talking to your own head"
[/color][/font][/center]` wand !
Ten inch, Lignum vitae, with Chimaera Scale core
` broom !
Comet 180
` pet !
Falcon, Hilaria, Four years old, Name meaning "Cheerful"
` special ability !
N/A
` side of the war !
neutral
` blood status !
pureblood
` hogwarts house !
Ravenclaw
"Dumbledore's man through and through"
[/color][/font][/center]` mother !
Alexandria Veros Tiberius, 52, Pure Blood, Clerk in Ministry of Magic, Raveclaw
` father !
Servenus Maximus Tiberius, 53, Pure Blood, Detective in Ministry of Magic, Gryffindor
` siblings !
None
` other family !
Uncle, Arkturus Maximus Tiberius, 54, Pure Blood, Roving Magician, Gryffindor
` important people !
Nero's Father and Uncle
` history !
So, the day was January 24th, 1960 and it was a clear blue sky when Nero was brought into the world. His parents had come back to Rome to have their son, as was tradition for their families. There wasn't any actual cultural tradition, just for generations, everyone was born in the actual city of Rome. His first year of life was relatively normal for an infant, lots of sleeping, and screaming his head off. When Nero was happy, he was the happiest babe on the planet. But when he was upset or down, his mood and temperament was as black as a moonless night sky.
His family moved back to Rome when he was two, The WHOLE family. They had moved back because his father had been assigned a case that was directly involved with a few shadowy groups within Rome, and it only made sense to move back if he was going to be spending plenty of time there. His uncle and father kept his family close together and his magic manifested when he was about six years old, while sparring with his cousin. They were wrestling and his cousin had an easy 10 pound advantage on him and when his cosin had him in a lock on the ground he was focused on a wooden training sword that was on a shelf on the wall and suddenly it flew to him. Unfortunately his father anticipated that some day it would and was ready to react and took it from him before he could use it against his cousin. From that day forward, not only did he train in physical combat, but also in magic concepts.
When he was of age to attend Hogwarts, the letters came, and he was prepared to be sent of for real training and education. His parents were proud to see him go, and his family wished him the best and sent him off. The first two years were of typical nature, dredging though classes and avoiding catching any ill effects from poorly performed spells. When he took to the Defense against the Dark Arts class he dove in head first. He simply couldn't read enough books about it. His father encouraged him constantly in letters and made sure he was keeping to not only his mental studies, as well as his physical training. Nero assured his father that upon returning home, he would be surprised at how well he had become with a gladius and shield.
During his thirteenth year of life, his world took somewhat of a downward spiral. When he came home, his father took him to the Colosseum and asked him if he knew why for generations all men trained as they were a Roman Soldier. Nero couldn't remember his father ever telling him, and so he asked why. "Our family line goes back hundreds of years, all the way back to the Roman Gladiators. Our ancestors were once Soldiers, but because of their Lieutenant's bad command, they lost in a decisive battle against the Gauls. The surviving soldiers were given the choice of a soldiers death in the field, or return to Rome and fight for their lives in The Colosseum. The ground you walk upon, people cheered for the death's of our family, thankfully we
proved that death could never get a grip on us and pull us down. After fighting for over ten years here, our ancestors won their freedom, and were released back into the world, not as citizens, but as heros. We have a legacy to honor, and that is why we train as they did."
Nero swelled with pride as he was told this tale. Hearing the history of his family made him train only harder, and for good reason. When a Roman boy reached the age of thirteen he went through various rites of passage into manhood. Him and his cousin trained for hours every day during the off season for school and before school began several families got together who held to "the old ways" of ancient Rome. There were to be simulated games, much like the old Colosseum, of course with safety measures in place. While the blades were still steel, they were dulled to prevent injury, and all participants were instructed no thrusts were aloud, as the points were still capable of piercing flesh with enough force. Him and his cousin were paired off to represent his family, while other families were paired off likewise.
A family that were rivals to Nero's were the Batiatus family. Their feuds went back several hundred years after one of Nero's ancestors was accused of stealing one of their families daughters from an arraigned marriage and eloping. The two twins that would be fighting against Nero and his cousin were truly fine examples of young soldiers, and it was apparent from the beginning that they were going to be a challenge. The ensuing battle lasted a very long time until Nero and his cousin had cornered one of the twins and were about to double team him into submission when Nero's cousin was rushed from behind by the other twin, with his sword point first into his cousins back. The crowd went into a frenzy, half cheering for victory, the other in complete shock about what they had just seen. It was as if they had been transported back into the Colosseum of ancient times, only this time, it wasn't suppose to end in death.
Nero went into a frenzy and drove his sword into the leg of the twin who had killed his cousin to the hilt, and went to work on the other that was already on the ground. By the time they pulled him off of the boy, his face was close to pulp, and his own hands raw. The two families almost went at each other and it was only by the grace of some unforeseen force that it didn't result in an all out Battle Royale between the two families. Both of the twins survived, although one walks with a limp still today, and the other cant bare to look in a mirror, and that was the only reason Nero wasn't punished as severely. All three boys were punished however, in ancient Roman fashion. Five lashes for each of the twins, and two for Nero. This is how he came to have his two scars on his back. To this day, his family doesn't talk about his cousin Varo. Although it has been several years since the incident, they simply don't talk about it.
Nero went into hardcore study mode when he got back to school and became somewhat antisocial. He spent all of his time in studies, which showed as he excelled in all of his classes. He still trained physically, but only because his father asked of it. If it were up to him, he would never touch a sword again. Every year since Varo's death, he goes to the Colosseum in Rome and pays his respects to his Cousin, and his family that didn't survive those stone walls. The constant studying and the yearly visit to Rome were consistent for the next several years.
Nero is just now getting back to being more social. It's his last year and hes set on finishing it with a few good memories. He's made it this far, Surviving the teachers, creatures, and even the Arena. He wasn't about to let life deal him a bad hand. He grabbed life by the collar and decided this year was going to be the best one yet.
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
[/color][/font][/center]` alias !
Aaron
` age !
---
` experience !
Reaaallly long time
` characters !
None
` timezone !
East Coast USA
` password !
see rules
` suggestions !
Nope!
` sample !
Arkturus watched as Tyler placed the cigarette back into his sock. "You do know your going to be putting that in your mouth eventually right?" he asked
raising an eyebrow. Ark quickly dismissed the thought as Tyler flicked ash onto his pants. I'm going to use your face to wipe that off later when I
put my knee into it... he thought to himself. One thing Ark was beginning to discover was that he had a very dark side indeed. Maybe the Death Eaters
were starting to get into his head, or he was just ready to crack some skulls.
"Ouch Maxi. Didn't know you were so defensive. Just tellin' ya to behave and you act like a four year old? That's not considered as manners here."
"I wouldn't say four years old... maybe eight. It takes some experience in life to have a spine. I just thought you were like the other Death Eaters that
slink around in the dark." Ark said leaning back in his chair contemplating his next move. First your going to get out of this chair, and then your
going to break his neck with your hands. Ark pushed the thought out of his head. He was getting more violent. It was either they really were getting
to him, or an even more aggressive side of him was awakening. Ark had always been one not afraid to jump to physical confrontation, especially in the
wizarding world, when its not expected. That was one reason why a lot of people in the dueling club kept their distance from Ark, because if he could get
in a right hook he would, even as a distraction.
"The bigger the challenge, the bigger the reward,"
Ark had to laugh, at the thought of Tyler getting a reward for annoying him. "I bet you dont even know why they have me here. I doubt they would tell you
anything. Your the bottom feeder of this little troupe, And they are the bottom feeders of the world. So that makes you pretty lowly huh?" he said
leaning forward and then quickly back as Tyler blew the smoke into his face. The conditions were only getting worse and Arks temper was building. He
didn't know if his restraints were magic based and tried them again and felt the rope pull tighter. Yep. Magic, or someone really knows how to tie a
knot.
"Albus Severus..you were named for the two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
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