Post by severussnape on Jun 15, 2011 8:32:56 GMT -5
• SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE •
Where I'm bound
To the ground
By the loneliest sound
That pounds from within
And is pinning me down
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Severus Tobias Snape
1990's or 1970's? 90's
nicknames, Snape, Snivellus, Severus if he's your friend, but most likely he's not
age, Thirty-six years old
birthday, 9 January 1960
year, Alumnus
house, Slytherin
blood status, Half-blood
wand, 10" Birch, Vampire skin
broom, Nope- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Black
eye color, Black
height, 6"1
weight, 150 lbs
general appearance
In general, Severus looks intimidating and dangerous. His color of choice is pretty much just black, unless he's feeling chipper one day, in which case he will wear extremely dark colors. Crisp and precise, his dress is always strict and imposing, his dark robes curve around his feet, satisfyingly dramatic. Snape never shows his arms, for obvious reasons, and the endless rows of buttons on his teaching robes secure his costume of doom and gloom.
His hair is black and greasy, hanging limply with various split ends that make it look neglected. He is not, however, smelly. In fact, he is extraordinarily clean, perhaps more so as a result of his being criticized for it. He is known, and frequently mocked, for his large nose, courtesy of Tobias Snape. Other than his perpetual scowl and his old-before-his-time bearing, his only other defining physical characteristic is the Dark Mark on his arm.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,
- drawing
- potions
- books
- being busy
- quiet nights
- solitude
- sarcasm
- organization
- control
- intelligence
dislikes,
- idiocy
- cowardice
- the past
- Harry Potter
- Death Eaters
- weakness
- child abuse
- manipulation
- alcohol
- sickness
strengths,
- potions
- defensive magic/warding
- quick thinker
- good at lying
- loyal
- learning from mistakes
weaknesses,
- emotional situations
- taking care of himself
- kindness
- stubborn pride
- relationships
worst fear, Failure, or being useless
boggart, A mirror, through which he sees his father's screaming face
amortenia, Peanut butter and campfire smoke
sexuality, Straight
overall personality,
A bitter man with many regrets, he is a thinker who considers his actions and their consequences very carefully. Doing anything different could cost him his life, as a spy, and could cost him his sanity, as a human being. He is a firm believer in choice determining destiny, even though he has often placed control of his life in other people's hands.
Severus Snape is cunning, secretive, and downright insulting. With his quick mind and sharp tongue, he could rip any unwitting victim to shreds. He has astounding powers of observation, and he uses any advantages he can get. Often he will spew sarcasm at people simply because it pleases him to watch their confusion and hurt. However, the core reason behind his unpleasantness is a horrible fear to be close to anyone. Any friends or loved ones he once had have long since deserted him or despised him. His ill-tempered behavior is also a product of his life; he has not often had any reason to be happy.
Severus hates mirrors, but not for the obvious reasons. It is true that he could not be considered beautiful, by any stretch of the imagination, which rarely causes him distress, but the real reason behind the phobia is part of the abuse he suffered as a child. Severus has come away with many scars from his past, but none, perhaps, are quite as potent as those between himself and his father. He never speaks of the past, and, if he does, the listener must not expect a happy ending to any of the stories.
It is likely he has a much better chance at this stage in his life of starting a relationship, but the war and previous less-than-satisfactory sexual relations makes him leery of even attempting to consider finding a partner. He's not really likely to be looking for anyone for a good while.
Severus is a chameleon. An observant actor, he can lie his way into any group in any situation. When he has a job to do, he does it; and his 'turning on the charm' is like flicking a light switch. He ceases to exist and another man takes his place. Indeed, though Severus has such a prickly, condescending demeanor, he knows how to be respectful, polite, genial, and even alluring. He's very good at what he does, the difference between what is fake and what is real is blurred to the casual observer, but to anyone paying attention his promises and smiles are hollow.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Eileen Prince came from a long line of pureblooded ancestry, but chose to break from her family to marry a Muggle. She was cut off from her family and considered a blood traitor.
father &family, Tobias Snape's family was never around, but his friends were rowdy warehouse-worker types who drank a lot. The Snapes were extremely poor, but mostly anonymous in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds.
siblings, A sister, Athena, who was a still-birth
overall history,
Severus Snape was born to loving parents on 9 January 1960 on a cold winter's morning. His mother, Eileen Snape, was a typical housewife who had the aura of a lady, but the surroundings of a junkyard. However, she never complained as many women of her caliber might have. She truly loved her husband and supported him in all he did. His father, Tobias Snape, was an artist. He enjoyed abstraction and surrealism, which made him the mockery of all his compatriots at that time. He painted and sculpted, occasionally calling on his wife's talent with magic to give his pieces unnatural qualities which thrilled him and confused others. In order to feed his family, he worked as a construction laborer doing menial roadwork. He would often come home exhausted, and he received very little pay.
A skinny wisp of a child, Severus' early childhood was a time of relative happiness, even though his family was destitute even then. By five years old, Severus was exhibiting signs of being a wizard, much to his parents' delight. His parents attempted to have another child, but the baby girl was born dead. Crushed by this, Severus' mother was constantly weeping over the loss. Eileen was always sickly, but soon thereafter she fell seriously ill, to the point where she was bedridden. That was when Severus' troubles began.
Grief over his baby's passing drove Tobias Snape to take up drinking again, a pastime he had put down since his marriage to Eileen. However, loss hanging over him and the stress of caring for his sick wife caused him to resort to it once again. He would often leave at night and not come back until morning. Severus overheard many a fight where his mother hysterically sobbed about being cheated on.
Severus himself was caught in the middle of things. Unable to fully understand the situation, he often retreated to the solitude of his room or outside to play in the park or doodle on scraps of old newspapers. He learned to love art from his father, but the man, though he was already irritable, became increasingly critical of his son.
Following the baby's death, Tobias began to resent Severus. The boy learned a great deal of magic from his mother, and Tobias began to expect things that were impossible of his son. He dropped hints about curing Eileen's sickness with a potion. Being only seven, Severus was eager to please, but too ignorant to succeed. He simply did not know anything about magical medicine. However, as Tobias' drinking got worse, he began to despise his odd, serious son.
Severus' only refuge from the turmoil at home was the time he spent with Lily Evans. They became good friends, and he escaped home frequently to see her and terrorize her sister. Even then he was forming his opinions about those who were magical and those who weren't. Most of the influence came from his father, who he avoided like the plague.
His Hogwarts years were full of gaining knowledge and experiencing misery. His father turned to physical abuse during the summers, and his school days were occupied avoiding the likes of James Potter and Sirius Black. His friends in Slytherin convinced him of the wisdom of becoming a Death Eater, and the day he turned 18 he received the Mark at a terrible price. Severus himself fully believed in the Death Eater philosophy except for one tiny exception: Lily. Following her death, he began to doubt everything he believed about the Death Eaters and later came to Dumbledore for a second chance.
He has been at Hogwarts teaching Potions ever since, as well as doing a good bit of spying. And the rest, of course, is history.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Larry
gender, Female
age, Almost 19!! (in 10 days)
other characters, Just the Snapes
experience, I've been roleplaying since I was 11 years old; so... a good 7-8 years have passed.
how you found us, Chalkie <3 (your co-admin xD)
roleplay sample.
He had checked twelve times. It was the new moon. No werewolves there tonight.
The Shrieking Shack was a fetid mess of broken furniture and disturbing red smears on the walls and floor. Small animal bones littered the floor here and there, and one of the walls looked nearly caved in. All around, there were deep gashes in the wood and chunks torn out of normally sturdy objects. The eerie silence crawled underneath Severus' skin and left him breathless and shaky. The last time he'd been here, it had almost been his last.
When he had first considered the Shrieking Shack as a possible hiding place for testing his potion, he'd immediately dismissed it. What kind of an idiot would return to the scene of his near-death? The idea nagged at him for days. He reasoned that he had only nearly died because there was a werewolf there. No werewolf, no danger... right?
Every day the idea seemed more and more reasonable. Due to the nature of the potion, and the nature of the shack, he would remain undisturbed. If some frightening noise came from between the rotting boards of the house, then it was just paranormal interference. No one would bother him, and barely anyone knew how to get there from Hogwarts, anyway. All the ones that knew wouldn't go there until the full moon.
He'd checked his facts, however. Lupin only ever went to the shack on full moons, escorted by Poppy there and back. He watched more carefully to see if any of Potter's merry band of idiots used it during the month. Severus had expected to meet some difficulty finding a time when the shack was vacated, but it appeared to be largely unused. Potter and Black were too popular and busy to simply disappear for very long, and Pettigrew was almost never separate from them. That gave Severus all the time in the world to do whatever he pleased.
Nevertheless, he took every precaution he could. He confirmed that the "Marauders" were elsewhere, and he had come on the new moon; no one would be there.
Still, as Severus stood frozen on the threshold of the place, he felt that this was probably a bad idea. Every part of him rebelled against entering, and he kept imagining small movements in the room. Despite how bloody stupid it was, Severus kept thinking that to take one more step into the room was to be instantly attacked and mutilated, his blood strewn across the floorboards like a macabre painting.
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him and he jumped like a panicked rabbit, flinging himself into the room and whirling around. The door led out into a dark, muddy underground path. There was nothing there. It was then that Severus realized that he was in the room and no beast had jumped from the shadows to crush his skull or tear his body in half. Still, he was uneasy as he closed the door that lead back to Hogwarts. He left it open just a crack.
Clearing a space in the middle of the floor, Severus took the potion out of his bag. He'd been more careful this time... Lily had not found him again.
Lily. His mind reeled just at the thought of her. She wouldn't approve of anything he was doing, especially not this. But... he had to. Severus knew he deserved a better life, and this was the only way he could get it. If he could just prove his worth and receive the Mark... he would be making a difference. Perhaps, if the Death Eaters were successful in what they planned to do, he could bargain for Lily's life. They would make an exception for him; he would make himself too invaluable to lose. Besides, she was more of a witch than most purebloods he knew. All in all, he figured she just didn't count as one of those 'horrible Mudbloods'. They would let her live.
Severus laid out his potion, a goblet, some pain-relieving potions, and his notebook and quill. As an extra precaution, he laid out a dark red potion, setting it a few feet away. If he broke the glass, it would shine a brilliant light to alert someone of his presence. As it was, it was extremely dark. Ruffling through his bag, he fished out a candle, lighting it and setting it in the corner. Now, he was ready.
Testing potions is an extremely risky business even at the best of times, but Severus was even more aware of how reckless and foolish this endeavor was. He was already jittery due to the location, but, now that it came to it, this seemed like an extremely dangerous place to test a potion. It was too out of the way... but, it had to be.
Severus pulled himself together. This potion had to be tested. There was no other option. If something happened to him... well, at least he had been pursuing a good cause.
He poured a small amount into the goblet. According to his research, he shouldn't have to use much to feel the effects. It was merely a thin pool at the bottom of the cup, and he stepped away from his things, raising the goblet to his lips. When the clear orange liquid touched his lips, it was cold and made his muscles clench. In one swift movement, he drank it.
The effects were instant. A surge of pain rippled through his body, his arms and legs were vibrating with muscle spasms, and a headache began to blossom behind his eyes. Gasping, he sank to his knees, cradling his head with both arms. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, and the pain gradually subsided into a dull ache.
He felt perfectly fine after 2 minutes. Severus made his way over to his notebook to record everything. The results were... disappointing. He had expected a better turnout. Perhaps if he took a larger dose?
The semi-opaque orange liquid of the potion seemed to beckon to him. He looked at it warily. It wasn't yet worthy of it's name. The Cruciatus Potion. No taste, no trace, and, above all, no effort.
Severus knew it was important to have this potion ready as soon as possible. Voldemort was expecting it, relying on Severus to do something important. Severus didn't want to let him down.
Carefully, he measured out a much larger dose... three times the size of the last. He stepped back, as he had done before, and downed the potion.
Pain exploded inside him, worse than he had ever felt in his entire life. A triple dose should not have been this bad... fire was in his veins, in his mouth, in his ears. The pain was stabbing, burning, ripping, slashing, grinding him. Severus couldn't tell which way was up, or sideways. He figured he must have fallen, but he couldn't feel anything but the horrible torture. The pain flowed through his body, violent and merciless, crashing upon him again and again, like waves in a hurricane.
He couldn't tell how long it went on, but he screamed all the while. Delirious and wounded, Severus sobbed and screamed, choking on his own outbursts of unbearable pain. If he'd died right then, it was unlikely he would have cared.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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